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TRICK DADDY lyrics - Who's Selling (Skit)

I'll Be Your Player (Remix)

Original and similar lyrics
Yeah, Committee remix, you can't beat us (who you is fool) They call me Trick Daddy Dollars (like that) Being that I'm... [x4] Real, I feel you need a man in your life child Somebody black, baldheaded plus buckwild They call me Trick Daddy Dollars A real woman scholar If a players what you want lil' momma holla Yeah, I'ma holla through, you looking good So Trick what you wanna do I asked my girls if all the player talk was true They told me yeah girl, hurry up and make your move Now can I be your lover Don't bother asking your friends about my Benz and ends Unless you planning on me staying yeah I get my freak on, plus my back strong No more sad songs for long girl your daddy's home I'll be your player I need a player Someone who's gonna treat me right (If a players what you want lil' momma holla) So Trick you a player Boo I like your game if you want I'm available I'll get you sprung off the way I use my tounge ohhhh I'll get you hot when my lips touch your spot I'll lick you like a lollipop, damn I can hardly stop You make me scream, yell, holla (who you wit') Trick Daddy Dollars I turn you on when I touch your chest And you turn me on when you kiss my neck Nothing less than deep penetration Anticipation, lets make it happen, I'm sick of waiting Daddy, you know you possess the key So where you want it Right here on the side of me I'll be your player [chorus] I need a player Someone who's gonna treat me right (they call me Trick Daddy Dollars) I need a player, to hold me tight all through the night (If a player's what you want lil' momma holla) See I suduce you wit' your legs up First we bone and get it on, all night long, on and on Then I continue when you draw straw Make your heart be stoning til' you climb the wall You taste so sweet, from your head to your feet It's my treat so baby girl Call me Freaky Deaky cause I want to be your servant And while I'm serving, I'll slap you up a serving Half the thugs wouldn't do the things I do I'm on my knees so please just let me taste you Hell, my minds in the gutter, I mean your butter Pink eggs and ham, and you taste just like spam I'll be your player [Chorus until fade]

Yeah Yeah You Know It

ERICK SERMON
Artist: Keith Murray f/ Erick Sermon, Redman Album: Yeah Yeah You Know It 12 Song: Yeah Yeah You Know It [Keith Murray] Just blaze, you son-of-a-gun { Uh-huh, uh-huh - repeat 13X over chorus} Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it [Chorus] we do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it [Verse 1: Keith Murray] Lights, camera, action you're on Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on I spit the (ha ha ha ha ha) word bond cuz cats out here dont be sayin' jack bone I get raw and explicit when I spit it on the mic Old folks say that boy need the lord in his life Nigga, think you can phase me??? but nigga, you must be crazy!!! It go està loco, dame un beso Dominican girls, them call us negro I short pony, short camel toe the reason why man, I dont know no matter where I go, here I go, there I go I'm propa And keep shit poppin' like orville redenbacher more freaky-deaky wit' the speachy I stay off the meat rag boy (exactly) [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Verse 2: Erick Sermon] Seromon, bless a flow you know Hod sent me Time is money, and my time cost like a Bentley I'm dope (oh yeah you know it) got a infared beam (ain't scared to show it) Peep it, check my movement this here feel rite (how???) Check his cap make sure his pill rite (boy) You a fake thug wit' a deal The only gang you represent is sugar Hill You cats is kittens boy drink this milk Put down that Hennessy son ya killin' me Dub, I snatch the corn from the children stashed it in ya homeboy's buildin' (Stop he's killin' him somebody call the cops!!!) Yeah call 911, and watch no one come That's to show how nice I am The fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Verse 3: Redman] Im the bed I'm the marathon man, redman Hittin' more walls than aerasol cans, don't I??? (Yeah Yeah you know it) And when I fuck??? (Ain't scared to show it) And when the Brick's outta control, barricade the city There's an outbreak in ya outta state committee You seen it (yeah yeah you know it) And if you got it??? (ain't scared to show it) You want the bad guy - here I am I got them hoes on gilla-cam Throwin' the drawers in the ceilin' fan You as small as a kilogram I'm a plane ridin' over colombia, ya middle man I'm the boss Doc-ta Binaca Shut up all the gossip, bring the rasta I whoop ass like Ike Turner any day When I stomp Mc's out I yell Annie Mae??? Whether I'm hot or not, pidgeons gon' flock They gon' get that wig done fa' diggin' on Doc Find me 'round the aisle in frozen food Because I am so cool, cool, cool, cool [Chorus] - repeat to fade

U.n.i. Verse At War (Feat. Common)

THE ROOTS
Intro: Common Yeah, U.N.I.Verse at war U.N.I.Verse (when you and I verse) at war motherfucker We gonna do this Chi-town style (verse at war) Illadelph, you know how we get down You know the business (Illtown illanoid) Bringin it straight to your chest (comin thru with the iller category) Yessah, hah, yeah (preacher man with the Com) Break it down one two (we about to drop a bomb, check it) Chorus: 2X When you and I verse at war (U.N.I.Verse at War) And your verse at core, for what you thought before Steppin up into a zone you should never explore The next level or, level of the whole conceptor Verse One: Check it, rappers Get on the mic talk about cars and clothes Sounding like hoes Ain't been exposed to the foes of most disciples I'm from the state that is Ill, the rap son of man Rotated down to Phil, to say what I feel Get it off my burnt chest, my word becomes flesh War, going on between the West and the East of the land, niggaz don't own a piece Grease is the word, Murray slides some pimp oil to me My lady friend sneaks my beer in the movie Throw your hands in the air, if you the true and living Beware, the new world order, the devil's new religion Sent my homey to the number two division Sellin bootleg movies, got my VCR on a evasive maneuver Be that as I chooses, drinkin tropical it's just sittin at a table with sophisticated bitches Nah that ain't nothin I would call my mother Nor do I call every nigga my brother Gotta have Black Thought, it's sorta B like Malik So don't Question a Brother, to the Roots I get deep Verse Two: Yo, enter the last era Your scholarship into the world of politics and mascara, we operate within this artificial op-era I bring hip-hop terror like the Fuhrer The Ace Ventura into the horror Laboratory laborer, venture beyond the border I'll struc-ture a style destroy your whole aura Plus you're a-drenalin'll rise before your eyes and mortalize, my image hit the skies Deceive the devil in disguise My music I parenthesize Represent the wise, do this be how we enterprise Kid no compromise (yeah, yeah) I'm thinkin fast like drama Dyin I wear your mind away like Alzheimer I pull a mic up out my bomber big up to Bahama The A-O this year we leavin em in trauma Then after me, I plan to leave behind, the legacy or history of the family, the fifth dynasty For humanity, to bear witness to this Del-val-syllable stylist You know the time kid Chorus 2X Verse Three: Yo, the general flows, kids compose on tablet Expose how they was average and they thoughts not rapid Here comes the hot package, through your block like traffic The rock was typed graphic now watch the mic blast it Shootin at the stars with emphatic rap static See the mirror shatter from thoughts, I'm bustin back at it The Lieuten-ant, the ele-phant, sippin automatic Mic, rippin asiatic, architects out to have it The turn of the century, the planet's like a penitentiary exaggerated, niggaz is livin highly medicated I Used to Love but now she violated Hip-hop holocaust and camps, old champs are concentrated They outdated and incarcerated Loved and appreciated hated and very debated For every career created was eliminated And that's the way the balance of yin and yang related Verse Four: Common As the block is de-vine Niggaz swing on in a safari Wild niggaz, like I'm high on latari Some let the block block they mind if they could see what I see Get out the city for a sec be at the places I be Hey, I'ma be back on the deck, opening Business in places for you to cash your check My, neck of the woods ain't all good ain't all bad You can live in the burbs, and still get had The sad part about it niggaz had houses on the lake They tryin to move us out, the land we ain't appreciate For peace we skate, crackers we roll or player hate Call each other cuz cause of how we relate I see way too many Cadillacs with dope man plates Through the wind and blow-ups, is how niggaz communicate Harmonizing through beeper and reefer The city got my peoples in a sleeper, talk is getting cheaper Chorus 4X

Jazzy Hoes

JERMAINE DUPRI (JD) "Life In 1472"
[Too Short talking] [Chorus] All I like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga spend all his dough Sho nuff a sight, anything ya like You know the ones you wanna make your wife, ya heard me? [Too Short] Little fast bitch, actin' sarcastic Need to get her ass kicked, tryin' to get the cash quick She be my last pick, I got a real hoe Take yo' ass back to class and buy a dildo Don't let the freak in you keep you up all night Gettin' fucked and sucked, you wastin' your life Before a real nigga ever kick a hoe down She gotta understand what I know now Ain't no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute bitch Come around me gettin' credit cards and don't do shit, bitch I travel throughout the year I keep a woman with a house and her own career So when I buy her a diamond ring, it's just a gift (what's your name?) Too Short baby, don't need to trick I give her what she want cause I'm a real player Platinum after platinum, ask me how I feel later [Chorus 2x] [Young Bloodz] See I ilke them crazy hoe Them straight, get down and pay me hoe I wouldn't mind no jazzy hoe Make my creep fall right out my clothes On the blow, can't let no hoe see my flow Tight jean and bra strap, girl that got to go (gotta go) Strip you on down like a shake-a-booty hoe (uh huh) Put you in the street, make me mo' money mo' [Young Bloodz] Now see, just the other night, I met me a ol' jazzy hoe Straight boozyabitch, ol' sassy hoe Who think she fly to death, so I ain't gon' hold my breath To let you skeezers know, just let you ask yo'self For as I cut one but two down the line But could it be yo' hoe that I'm cuttin' everytime? And I come to find she servin' every nigga in yo' clique To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick [Mr. Black] Quote for quote, who tote like this Hit the Club Jig, on some Wes Snipe shit Snatchin' all the hoes in your harem, indeed I mock turtlenecks while I'm bees and tweed Til I proceed, damn right, the spot's tight Nothing but dimes in sight, so just might Bag these bitches like groceries Player to player, you can't get close to me Now who you 'posed to be? Pullin' toast on the S-O double N-Y, girlfriend lookin' fly And I can tell she schemin' (why's that?) Cause she like the ice is gleamin' (okay) But that's cool though, cause I know how to stain golds I pimp tight without the kangol, niggas know I slang flow, east to west Available at anytime to put the pussy to the test [Chorus 2x] [Eightball] Lay it down, lay it down You hoes lay it down When the real motherfuckin' player come around Shy, not I, some times I choose not to speak Surrounded by my real niggas drinkin' Hennessee Or Remy or Red Passion with champagne Chiefin' up some hay, gettin' at them hoes, man Trick, not I, trick be you, can you dig that? I got star hoes pickin' me up in Tahoes Fuck them at-the-bar hoes, tryin'-to-score hoes Mickey dropin' hoes, quick to drop they clothes I give those only funky weave wearin' bitches All made up, gettin' at a niggas riches I like women with they head on straight Pull your own weight and you can fuck wit' Eight Nigga think he a player with them old Girbauds Gettin' pimped by them space age jazzy hoes [Chorus] [Too Short talking in background]

Money Comes And Goes

Mase "Welcome Back"
[Ma$e] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Get money, make money Why's it always got to be about some money Ha, ha, ha, ha Cause I was born to have it You satisfied [Chorus 2X] In my life, money comes and goes Money comes and goes Even when it's movin' slow I ain't afraid to spend it cause it comes and goes [Verse 1: Ma$e] See the charm is global, the ice on my arm is oval Money stacked in the back like it's Barnes and Noble I know a girl Colorado, half of mulatto Said I was hollow till I bought her a Murado Some call me Ma$e and some call me Dolla Some came to hate and some came to holla Followed by a mode,l I ain't even cop a bottle See me GP and I ain't even hit the throttle Mansion not listed, y'all got me twisted Only young boys shop at the district I hop out of big things rocky wristed Now everybody thinking I'm domestic Uh, grown mine, I need to chrome mine Y'all go lease, I need to own mine I stay so fresh I need my own line So if money involved I need a hundred for mine [Chorus] [Verse 2: Ma$e] I know the pros and the cons to the smoking dons See I'm laid in the shade to the Boca rotund And people wanna beat me with they open arms But could it be my Rolls or my frozen arm I'm like whoa man, mind I remember, I fear no man Put chicks on the floor like a slow jam With God on my side I fear no man, I'm deprogrammed It's like I don't really care what another man think Love to spend many so I understand Money in the bank so I understand Excuse me miss your standin' on my mink My rock so big it jams up the sink You can't call me sissy cause my whole hand pink Enough ice in this to make a man blink You think I care about what he think Here we go [Chorus] [Verse 3: Ma$e] Now you be the middle man, I'ma be the money man This flow right here, I know you don't understand Power to get wealth, part of the covenant I'm not your man, don't front me about your government Y'all do it y'all way, I'ma do it God's way Forget the house I put a million on the driveway Clothes every spendin' winnin' dressed up in funny linen Grinnin' while I spendin' givin' to men and women Oh we back we cool we friends again And we gonna get some lunch Oh we back we cool we friends again And you ain't seen me in sixty months I know how you stunt, I'm hard to distort You know my face so it's hard to resort Garage, lookin' like a rob report House, one hole away from a golf resort [Chorus]

Advanced Communications

ATMOSPHERE "Headshots: SE7EN"
[Slug] It's always good to have that extra reinforcement... Looking forward to it (Very much so) Looking forward to it (Very much so) Looking forward to it (Very much so) Take my hand (Advanced communications) Take my hand (Advanced communications) Take my hand (Advanced communications) The candles flicker, you handle your liquor The nerves quiver, wish my band had some stickers that I could give ya Blistered, from a, endless list of complaints Tainted, consumed, fainted in a room full of paint fumes Fell naked, but tell me how far can I take it Ingrained in my brain, hold the pain like it's sacred Snow fall covers all, that's immobile I try to bring the plow, but it tends to come out boastful Kill the sayer-hatin', and kill the flavor-fakin' Partake in that forsaken game, FUCK YOU and your neighbor's sake Now waken [Beat slows down] The early bird apprehends the circuit Gotta catch the train, ma, gonna join the circus [Beat changes] [Chorus: Slug (Repeat 2x)] Call it love, call it skill, call it what you will, I don't give a fuck just call us up so we can build [Slug] Yo, I got your interest, pessimistic, guinea swined Over exerted emotion to he point of feeling fine Inner mind travel: when I awoke, the feet hurt Scared to drive, scared to fly I wrote the speaker wired When the rival is desired I'm smiling at the fire that's contrived in and inspired in the eyes of desire When it cries, "Take me higher!" I look across the globe and fantasize of what's dope and drop my low Set baby, with the head gravy Better get lazy, cause if you step, you get wrecked baby Yet maybe I should feed'em line like trout Put my rhymes in they mouth, that's what I'm about Truth be told not from the new or the old I'm from the now watch me while I make your whole crew explode Super nova style, hold your pin to the mat From the grin to the chin to the limbs to the back In a fist full of steel I express how I feel Blinded by work searching for the best kind of deal Gotta find the angle in a circle of hopeful Apply a choke hold and set the locals running in ovals [Chorus: Slug (Repeat 4x)] Call it love, call it skill, call it what you will I don't give a fuck just call us up so we can build [Slug] Advanced communications Sluggo! Yeah, this is Aaron Umm, newel, I mean, I mean, yeah I mean, like uhh, I don't have anything in the mail yet, man And I'm like, eager to do my verse again and stuff because because I've been taking testosterone pills Umm...so like, hi Where is it? Give me a call And, uhh, if you caught me last weekend on your phone from my cell, umm, yeah I was kinda, piss loaded drunk and stuff, and I can't even remember what I said But my girlfriend had to remind I called you Anyways, nifty huh? Peace out, honkey, bye-bye End of message

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