Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing

Song: Rumble Young Man Rumble

[Juelz Santana]
Juelz Santana. Ain't no turning back from here [Thats right]

[VERSE 1]
I am sicker than Sick'Wid'It
DON'T listen just picture it
HOW vivid this picture it
ME gifted and living this
NO gimmicks or images
I spit and deliver it
LIKE no one that's living shit [AYE]
Straight from the ground y'all you dig?
Close to where the groundhogs live
Where the police hound y'all kids
Arrest and give out long bids
From where they keep the four squeeze the four
Hustle all day in the streets so long
If the feds ever decide to come
We all going down for the motherfucking reaper law

[CHORUS]
I was taught be smart stay humble
I was taught be hard don't fumble
I was taught in these concrete jungle
Rumble young man rumble
I was taught stay hard as they come dude
I was taught any problems confront you
I was taught in these concrete jungle
Rumble young man rumble

[VERSE 2]
Greater than great I am
YES haters they hate I am
WHAT playing I play to win
PLUS still I remain up in
THE hood I came up in
BUT the hood I came up in
FUCKED since Bush done came up in YUP [AYE]
From my date of birth hun'
'Til my day in the dirt come
I remain the earth's one
YES the matrix's first son
Toast to the good day to the bad day
To the good yay' to the bad yay'
To the time the shit was mixed up
I had good yay' on a bad day

[Chorus]

[VERSE 3]
Best of the best I is
AND never the less I is
AYE man of respect I is
REAL dammit yes I is
KILL nigga yes I will
LEAVE bodies by cemeteries
HE'S forever buried
HOW by any means necessary
I'm here to promise to keep my vows in order
I'm here to promise to keep my child in order
'Til the day I get locked
'Til the day I get shot
Or till the day I just drown in water [AYE]
Don't feel sorry for me, have a party for me
Bitches, balloons, Bacardi and weed
And let niggaz know that I died with a heart of a G [AYE]

[CHORUS]

Song: Oh Yes

[Intro]
Okay (get up, get up)
DipSet (uh oh)
Juelz Santana
Heatmakerz (clap)
I think this the one right here (everybody, come on, get up)
Huh, he's moving again

[Juelz Santana]
I'm like (oh yes)
I'm nice (oh yes)
Still pitching (weight)
Still flipping (weight), yeah
So come fuck with the boy
I'm still pumping the boy
I'll still dump on the boy
Blue steel pump to the boy
I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman
I'm yelling (wait), yeah I'm selling (weight), hey
I keep my chick on smash like a muhfucker
Thick lips, hips, tits, ass like a muhfucker
I get big chips, cash like a muhfucker
I don't (wait), nope, I won't (wait), yeah
I explore and cruise
Islands and shores that's new
Bring the boat out, smoke out
Watch the water move
I'm a water dude, jet skis, water pools
Surfing the (wave), I'm hurting the (wave)
Like, Cowabunga, dude
This forty cali-caliber cowabunga you
Bump you like how a bumper do
I'm on the corner, pumping like how a pumper do
What, that (weight), yup, that (weight)

[Chorus]
AY (oh yes) AY (oh yes) SAY (oh yes, wait a minute mister mister mi-mi-mi)
This the jam, yep
Put your hands up
And just (wave)
And just (wave)
AY (oh yes) AY (oh yes) SAY (oh yes, wait a minute mister mister mi-mi-mi)

I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman
Oh man (wait), oh man (wait)
I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman
Oh man (I'm back), oh man (I'm back)

[Juelz Santana]
I'm back
I'm crack
Sorry about the (wait)
Sorry I made you (wait)
I can't let my peeps down, I can't let my seed down
They need me out there (yeah)
I can't let the streets down
I gotta do it B I, G now, I see now
I couldn't (wait), nope, I couldn't (wait) AY
Plus the ladies love the kid
Plus the babies love the kid
Could it be I'm from the eighties
They know what I'm up against
Call me a grinder, call me a survivor
Why should I (wait), how could I (wait), no
Plus I'm a sex symbol (symbol)
That'll make your bitch bed tremble
Floor shake, bar rock, hard cock (cock)
Hit it left once, right twice, work the middle
Stoke her, then I smoke her

[Chorus] - repeat to fade

Song: Shottas

[Intro: Sizzla] (Juelz Santana)
Owwwww!!!! Ha Ha!!!
Click clack and it's over you dead (This is it)
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head (Santana)
It's in my blood I love killin you fools (This here for my shottas)
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (DipSet!) Owwwww!!!!

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Tell my folks I've been sent to go
I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
All sides all guys all rise now
BO! BO! BO! Make four shots now
Now all ladies more ladies all guys down
Say Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Four times now
Shake that ass like a shotta hoe, get in shotta mode
(Yeah!) It's DipSet bitch yeah there them shottas go
And them shots will go (BO!) and them shots a blow (BO!)
Damn straight through your man's plantano
You'll get a pushin rod for bein a rookie paw
And puttin your head in the next man cookie jar
We supportin, enforcin, extortion
Involvin take Bronson, or money launderin
We are shottas, yes y'all to the death y'all
Money power respect y'all the hell with the rest y'all
If heaven ain't got a ghetto I guess I'm goin to hell
With the rush y'all, with a L and my vest on (Yeah!)

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Tell my folks I've been sent to go
I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas

Bridge: Sizzla
Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin you fools
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules
Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin you fools
Hey, outlaws goes by no rules

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Now tell me who wanna fuck with us? (Who)
Who wanna romp with us? (Who)
(BO! BO! BO! BO!) You know what's up with us
(We are shottas!!!) True coke smugglers
Tombstone coverers then move on the full blown coverage
Our shottas (BO!) BIG was a shotta (BO!) Pac was a shotta
Shyne locked up cause Shyne was a shotta
(BO!) Shottas, one more time lick a shot for my shottas
My pops was never there that made my mama the shotta (BO!)
Made by a woman I was raised by a woman
So I never loved a bitch but I stay by my women
They are shottas, we are breed of achievers
That will do anything to suceed or achieve it
You walk like a shotta, you talk like a shotta
But won't stand up in the court like a shotta
Niggaz like you ought to get shot up
For actin and bein a fraudulent shotta

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Tell my folks I've been sent to go
I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas

[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
My shottas (BO!) they shottas (BO!)
Dreadlocks, Rastas, Rudeboys, pop the, imposter hang with the lobsters
Sings like then opera, bang with the mobsters
Don Gargon hard and love the drama
And tuck the lama, now suck your mama
Boom boom bang clack zoom zoom
Hum hum guys wise yes touch pum pum
I'm Gotti boy, with that shotty toy
Ladi dadi howdy mami I body a battyboy
I cannot flop, I, this is shotta
Twenty four seconds your inside a hot pot
It get deep daddy, out the piece caddy
He curry chicken, turn him a beef patty
Get the coco bread, I'm a loco head
With the 'fo 'fo oh, here we oh so dead

Bridge: Sizzla
Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin you fools
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules
Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin you fools
Hey, outlaws goes by no rules

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Tell my folks I've been sent to go
I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas

Song: Clockwork

[Intro]
DipSet
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)
San-tana, AY
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)
Tick, tock
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)
Tick, tock
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)

Get on the grind like clockwork
Move that behind like clockwork
Keep it coming on time like clockwork
Get that clockwork (homie) make that clockwork (shorty)

You hear the sounds of the tick (tick)
You hear the sounds of the tock (tock)
You hear the sounds of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock)
Move to the sound of the tick (tick)
Move to the sound of the tock (tock)
Move to the sound of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock) yep yep

[Juelz Santana]
Now lemme see you get that block work rolling
Lemme see you get that clockwork going
Fiends copping by the clockwork flowing
All day and all night
Till them S.W.A.T. cops rolling
Or that clock, stop, going
Tick, tock, tick, tock, AY
Homie, get on the grind like clockwork
Two for five or a dime, that's clockwork
Shorty
You ain't gettin off the hook that easy
Lemme see that clockwork
She said look that's easy
Move it around, and around, and around, and around like a clock chick
To the sound, of the sound, of the sound of the clock's tick
Tick, tock, tick, tock, AY
Shorty, move that behind like clockwork
And spin around to the sound of how the clock work

[Chorus]
You hear the sounds of the tick (tick)
You hear the sounds of the tock (tock)
You hear the sounds of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock)
Move to the sound of the tick (tick)
Move to the sound of the tock (tock)
Move to the sound of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock) yep yep

Get on the grind like clockwork
Move that behind like clockwork
Keep it coming on time like clockwork
Get that clockwork (homie) make that clockwork (shorty)

[Juelz Santana]
The grind on paper chase
The block on day to day
Listen, I'm always ticking
Like the clock on Flava Flav
I could
Give cock, and don't stop giving
So can you
Wink wop, and don't stop whipping
And just
Make that clockwork (tick), get that clockwork (tock)
Shake that clockwork (tick), flip that clockwork (tock), shorty,
AY, do what you gotta do for that clockwork
Nine to five, side moves for that clockwork
If you a soldier, homie, get you a doja (?) homie
Move the homie, tell him get that clockwork (homie)
AY, teach him how to mix that pot work
Right to left, all day, he'll get that clockwork
Listen
Tick, tock, tick, tock (homie) AY
That's what I call clockwork for ya
Holla at me, I got work for ya
AY

[Chorus]

[Outro]
I mean nigga
If you gettin' money
That's clockwork
If you hustlin', that's clockwork
Bitch, if you out there sellin' ass, that's clockwork
If you out there pimpin' homie, that's clockwork
Holla at me
AY
DipSet

Song: This is Me

[Intro]
Man, first I just wanna salute my soldiers
Knahmean? We just trying to stay above water
Feel me? I mean I speak for the Gs, the hustlers
They understand me, knahmsayin?
Shit
Lock into this time and lock out (always)
I mean ain't nothing promised to niggaz like us
You know?

[Juelz Santana]
Just a, another day another dollar
Now look what you got
Another hater, another plotter
Shit, you know the drill
A brother pay, a brother holla
Watch 'em, they creeping
Another raid, another copper
Aw man
Another case, another lock-up
What
Another bail, know that cake better pop up
Yup
That's just day to day shit we go through
And results of the day to day shits we go through
Some niggaz day to day pitch, they local, and
Some niggaz day to day bricks, they coastal, and
Some niggaz day to day snitch, they vocal
I don't honor them fools
Them type of dudes get they tonsils removed
I speak from the heart of the hood
From the boarded up apartments with wood
From the cracked down crack houses (yeah)
To the burnt up black houses
To fiends inside with that burnt up glass out
And puffing weed makes my actions switch
I'm at the window, with the pistol, like Malcolm
Ain't that a bitch (man)
And I'm paranoid, paranoid
But still I got to get it, got to have it, make it happen boy

[Chorus]
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take
And may this song play all the way
And if it skip a beat, hit repeat
This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me
And if it skip a beat, hit repeat
This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me

[Juelz Santana]
Look now
Another dead, another born
Vice versa
Another here, another gone
Pay attention
Another smile, another mourn
Another funeral, another baby shower going on
Get it, huh
That's just life in the hood
You earn scars, you earn stripes in the hood
Huh, get it
I live the life of a hustler
No sleep all night for a hustler, buster
And if your coke weak, cut it with Bo Peep sheep
I swear fiends will chase that high for four weeks
I'm still dealing with the day to day beef and
Stress, hunger, patience
The day to day basics
Yep, shit that we go through, you know
Shit
Look at the shit that we go through, you know
Niggaz come home, can't get jobs
Niggaz getting money, acting like they can't get robbed
And that don't mix

[Chorus]

Song: Make it Work For You

[Hook]
Boy let me show ya how to make that crack
How to spend that money how to make that back
Girl let me show how to hit that strip
How to get that grip don't give back lip
Go head do what you do make it work for ya
{*repeat 4X*}

[Juelz Santana]
Put the coke in the pots whip it over the rocks
Ship it over the blocks it's movin' movin'
I do the damn thang I get a brick, shit
I don't let it sit quick I move the damn thang
I can show you how to mix that shit
How to get that shit how to twist that wrist
I can show you how to get back more
And the shit that you get back is just as raw
Girl I can show you how to hit that Ave
With that big fat ass and go get that cash
But you know you got to give back half
I'm somethin' like a pimp man go get that cash
Boy I don't play when it comes to money
I guess that's why I'm okay when it comes to money
I got two coups a truck and one four door
I can pick up all my hoes and have a one four org

[Hook]
Boy let me show ya how to make that crack
How to spend that money how to make that back
Girl let me show how to hit that strip
How to get that grip don't give back lip
Go head do what you do make it work for ya
{*repeat 4X*}

[Young Jeezy]
Copped ten sold five then I hide three
Baking soda residue I'm gone with the other two
Fuck a magic stick Jeezy got a magic wrist
David Copperfield on the stove all types of shit
Stack it up like Pringles all type of chips
AR-15 all type of clips
G.A. yeah Atlanta
Dipset Harlem World call Santana
Hit Jim on the hip Cam on the celly
We gon' call Ace I get 'em for R.Kelly
That's seventeen a chicken I know the birdman
140th and Lenix I know the birdgang

[Hook]
Boy let me show ya how to make that crack
How to spend that money how to make that back
Girl let me show how to hit that strip
How to get that grip don't give back lip
Go head do what you do make it work for ya
{*repeat 4X*}

[Lil Wayne]
Ugh, you can smell it through the wrapper
That's that shit nigga sit it in a pamper
I still got two sittin' in the hamper
I let 'em sit and air out or else you on them dampers
My lil brother got piff on them campers
We call him the N.O. capo
New Orleans that's what we ride for
We got Cash Money on the table layin' underneath the flo'
Shit it's like I got a pan how I heat the flo'
Aye but I really got a pan when I hit the blo
Shit aye this beat is so
Motherfuckin' G.I. Joe and the hydro
Got me high I can't see where I go
When the rap stop movin' you just follow the coke
When your bitch start choosin' she gon' ride wit a pro
I'ma have that hoe swallowin' coke
Birdman Jr

[Hook]
Boy let me show ya how to make that crack
How to spend that money how to make that back
Girl let me show how to hit that strip
How to get that grip don't give back lip
Go head do what you do make it work for ya
{*repeat 4X*}

Song: Whatever U Wanna Call It

[Intro]
Uh-ohhhh!
Cold cold time again baby
I'm back in the, back in the, back in the building
Juelz Santana (Aye!)
Dip Set bitch
I need all my soldiers and my block men to stand up for me
It's 'bout that time you know

[Chorus]
My hood, my city, my side
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I ride
My town, my car, my block
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I rock
My state, my strip, my ave
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I'm bad
My building, my porch, my stue
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I'm loose

[Juelz Santana]
Straight for paper
Paper chaser
Gangsta gangsta
Gangsta gangsta
I know my block is a crazy zoo
But it got me crazy glued (stuck)
I got to make these moves
So I hustle the hardest (drugs)
I got no team
Just a connect and a couple of partners
I keep my street niggaz, my street niggaz (yup)
I keep my cheese niggaz, my cheese niggaz (Yup)
I keep my beef niggaz, my beef niggaz (yup)
I keep my weed niggaz, my weed niggaz
Keep business business, keep pleasure pleasure
And I never mix it, ever ever
Yeah the code of the street
Eyes open don't sleep
(whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop)
There go the police
That's why you catch me moving through dolo
Moving through solo, steel weapon, steel weapon

[Chorus]

[Hell Rell]
Niggaz always catch the bodies in the hood (yup)
Straight shootin up the party in the hood (uh-uh)
Mafia ties, I'm like Gotti in the hood
Tellin hoopty on the black Maserati through the hood
Rememeber when we used to play karate in the hood (remember)
Now my rims look like ninja stars
Nigga I've been the star (I ain't have shit)
I remember when I didn't have shit to bar
Now I can lean you a couple of clips
You hungry homey you can eat a couple of clips
Come to my strip, you gon see niggaz G'd up cuz
We slangers (slangers)
Gang bangers (east-side)
And when it comes to squaley we stranges, plus
I keep my thug niggaz, my thug niggaz
I keep my blood niggaz, my blood niggaz
Spend it all I ain't no cheap ass nigga
I'm always gonna ride this I'm a weed sack nigga, YUP!

[Chorus]

[Juelz Santana]
I represent mine to the fullest (oh yeah)
I represent the grind to the fullest (oh yeah)
I represent scar time, bar time, hard times
Yeah, hard times to the fullest (oh yeah)
We need to have a million man march again
We need to have a million man march up in
The white house start a million man argument
Like Bush why a million man starving in?
My city, my town, my hood
Whatever you wanna call it nigga what's good
We riders, we rollers, we survivors, we soldiers
We don't crack under pressure
We relax under pressure
Most of all, we don't rap under pressure
We bang, and we pitch this crack
'Till the cops shut us down or waste respect

[Chorus] - repeat to fade

Song: Good Times

[Intro]
You know me, yeah you niggaz know me
Been searchin' for good times man
Can't seem to find none
Must be lost
We'll get 'em back though

[Chorus]
I look around like where the good times at?
I'm just tryin' to bring the good times back (back)
I look around like where the good times at?
Man I'm just tryin' to bring the good times back (come back)

[Verse 1]
Do you remember?
Them good old things
Tag, skelly, the good old games
Yeah, those was the good old days
Every hustler had good cocaine
'Member New Now
That good old grease, for them good old waves
'Member that good old fade
'Memember that good old brush, you kept in your back pocket After that good old cut
'Member them good old block parties and cookouts
Everybody on the block party and cookout
Nobody get shot during the cookout
Maybe a fight, niggaz box during the cookout
Niggaz laugh, shout during the cookout
"Damn! How you get knocked out during the cookout"
'Member your good old fam
'Member that one dude you could count on, ya good old man (my nigga)
'Member that good old jam, that drove you crazy
Made you just wanna hold your lady (come here baby)
'Member goin' to that good old flick, wit your good old chick
Didn't make you a trick
'Member waitin' for them good old holidays
Broke or not, they was good old holidays
As long as you had your good old Auntie
Your good old Nanny, your good ol family
Yup..

[Chorus]
I look around like where the good times at?
I'm just tryin' to bring the good times back (back)
I look around like where the good times at?
I'm just tryin' to bring the good times back (come back)

[Bridge]
Won't you, won't you come on back to me
Won't you, won't you come on back to me
Come back, won't you come on back to me
Won't you, won't you come on back to me

[Verse 2]
Do you remember?
Them good old nights
Smokin', drinkin', them good old dice
To the deuce you rolled twice
Ace, damn gotta pay that good old price
'Member them good old Yo! MTV Raps
Man I hope they bring Yo! MTV back
'Member walkin' through them good old streets
New MJ's on ya good old feet
'Member that good old chain you used to wear
You ain't know if it was fake, you didn't care
'Member that good old money you got
That knot wit the good old 20 on top
Do ya 'member those good things, 'member those hood things
'Member feelin' those hood pains
'Member them good old fiends you used to have
Pitch for you them good old fiends would make you laugh
'Member the times you shared with the ones you love
Lost the ones above, yeah
'Member all the things you wanted to be
Doctor, lawyer, knew at least one you could be
'Member that good old dream you used to have
Similar to the one Dr. King used to have
'Member everything about those good old days
That make you say the good old's changed

[Chorus]
I look around like where the good times at?
I'm just tryin' to bring the good times back (back)
I look around like where the good times at?
I'm just tryin' to bring the good times back (come back)

[Bridge]
Won't you, won't you come on back to me
Won't you, won't you come on back to me
Come back, won't you come on back to me
Won't you, won't you come on back to me

Song: Murda Murda

[Intro]
(sample)
Out in the street
They call it murder

[Juelz Santana] + (sample)
Up (in the street)
Gun tucked (in the street)
Niggaz front (in the street)
Get bucked and (they call it murder)
Up (in the street)
Gun tucked (in the street)
Buck buck and (they call it murder)

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
I stay up
My gun tucked
I gives a fuck
So, welcome to jamrock
No, welcome to my damn block
Where the slugs and cans pop
For the ones and tan rocks
Kids play in the sandbox
Other kids
Lay in boxes with sandtops
You can't stop this
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder shit, this
Servin', servin', se-servin', servin', se-servin' bricks, we
Purchase, purchase, pu-purchase, and purchase, purchase whips, we
Swervin, swervin, sw-swervin, swervin, on purpose, bitch
Try to stop me, you ain't, kid
Try to pop me, you can't live
If so, you'll need an oxygen tank, shit
And for those bucks
I'm no punk
I'm Scarface, coked up, you know what
(+sniff+) I think I need another hit
(+sniff+) You know who you fuckin' with

[Chorus] - 2X

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
I bang
I slang
My nuts hang, yup
So don't get it confused or fucked up
My dudes will jump up
The ruger, dump dump, bup bup
And (they call it murder)
Act stupid, the gat's shootin (+gunshot+)
We'll leave you there, leave you square
Box style, box style, he who dares (dares)
Don't play
Be calm now, calm down cuz
We all know you're not a killa killa gorilla, man
Y'all know I get that scrilla scrilla f'reala, fam
Catch me in the chinchilla all through the winter, man
Never catch me trippin', slippin', and kill me, damn
I show the hood love
They show me love back
And the hood is where my heart is, so I love that
Nah, you can't keep a black man down
I'm worldwide, Harlem's own, Manhattan bound
AY

[Chorus] - 2X

[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Killa, killa, more killin' killin' for killa killa
Feel the deal, the chinchillas, they can fit on gorillas
Santana, bananas, clip bananas, wrapped in bandannas
Hammers, hammers, no cameras, you'll be runnin to nana (nana nana)
Nana nana Santana, he be holding berettas
Killa killa kills civilians, you know I'm no better
Mo' betta' betta', cheddar cheddar, you'll be dead on your lever
For cheddar cheddar, heads we sever, go get it together
Get it together, now now get my pape's right
Come through late night
I know what it tastes like (what's that?)
Some good coke, dawg, go get your face pipe
Put on my Laker jersey, then I go rape white (number
You got G ma, I got G too, shit
She wanna fly G-4, won't fly G-2 (nope)
Need ten thousand, you won't get a G, boo
Only G you gettin' is me, O.G., trueness

[OUTRO: Juelz Santana] + (Cam'Ron)
(Murder, murder)
Haha, haha
I told you
I told you you niggaz was in trouble man
DipSet (murda)
The new season has officially begun (murda)
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay

Song: Gone

[Juelz]
God will never put you in a situation that you can't handle
But you can definitley put ya self in a siyuation you can't handle
And some situations end in death
And death is a mothafucka ya dig

[Juelz]
Old timer want the block back, stop that
You been gone too long the young nigga said
Lord knows, whats goin through this young niggaz head
As the old timer stood and grilled him
Pissed off, shorty looked at his man
Touched his burner like I shoulda killed him
Shorty in deep, but hew don't care
But he don't know, these old timers don't play fair
There he go, postin on his strip again
Toast on him, niggaz wit 'em, posted on his shit again
(Uh-Oh) He actin like it can't and it won't happen
Old timer bout to blow dust off that old cabinet
(Thats,Thats,Thats) Where dem guns is kept
These young niggaz better show some respect (respect)
I'll Teach 'em a lesson, he said to his self
As he proceeded to pull the lead from his shelf
Now he headed towards shorty block, forty cocked
On his zip, on his shit, like he don't care who shorty wit
But somebody saw him, before he go to shorty
Shorty phone ring, somebody called him
Somebody warned him, he's comin he's comin
Shorty replied, somebody stall him
Then he crept up wit his goons and guns
Whispered in to old timers ear, death is soon to come

[Chorus]
They say hell is hot,but is heaven cold
Know one ever knows til you Gone, gone, gone

And when you gone does ya soul drift off to a better place
Or do you jus float up and fade
Away,away,away,away, like a bird when its headed towards the sky (huh,huh)
Or do you just die (huh huh)
Or do you just perish from the earth and its over

[Juelz]
Baddest bitch up on the block
Prolly make a nigga cum when as soon as she get up on the cock
She fuck wit Tony don't she (don't she)
Oh he's, not ya average drug dealer, fa sho he's
Bien watched by police,feds
Investigators,oh, can't forget the haters
Home girl ain't got a clue what he do for a livin
She jus think she got a dude wit a pension
She don't know dis dude is a henchman
And he move on dudes wit the cruelest intensions
All she know she got a brand new benz
And its big enough for her and all her brand new friends (Damn)
There she go, all through the street wit it
Dude in and outta towen, she all through the street wit it
We all know the street talk, we all know the street missin
Next thing she's missin....(music stops, phone rings twice)
"Hello", "Ay nigga I got yo bitch, have a million sent up or she dead"
Damn,she in deep shit, and she did nothin
I betchu she ain't see dis comin, but he did
Cause he did nothin, he ain't pay (pay)
He told 'em keep dat bitch, he okay
He got a wife and a kid, back home
And he don't care about the life that she live (Damn)
Now thats wrong (wrong)
But the story ain't over it drags on (aw man what happened next)
They wind up beating her down
Breathless, he winds up fleein the town (til the next bitch)

[Chorus]

[Juelz]
And um, I say that to say this, alotta people don't appreciate life til their gone
I mean, alotta situations can be avoided, you just gotta avoid it ya dig
jus don't be one of them people I'm talkin bout, ya know....

Song: Changes

[Juelz Santana]
Aight I want you to sing
Life changes on a daily bases, every minute every

[Razah]
Life changes on a daily bases
every minute every hour still we try to save it(aight, aight, aight)

[CHORUS-Razah]
Life changes on a daily bases
Every minute every hour still we try to save it
But I gotta keep moving and make it
Heaven good, Lord knows life is crazy

[VERSE 1-(Juelz Santana)] [Razah]
Happy New Year people (people)
The ball done dropped, guess you can say the new year's legal (yep)
Shit my resolution was (what)
Do everything I been doing, better than I usually does (yep)
My momma knew I was (was)
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh)
My first album was too farfetched for the matrix (couldn't touch it)
Now it's all simple, checkers and basics (basics)
21 blackjack check for the aces (uh)
21 cats act I'm checkin for faces
Brought 21 gats back like them was the faces (damn)
21 gats clap left em' in braces
With his shoes tied but he never had laces (damn)
We was just trying to bar-b-q out there
But he started like I wouldn't start a bar-b-q out there (damn)
Like I wouldn't make him dodge a few out there[yea]
Good thing the car was parked out there [oh yea, oh yea]

[CHORUS 2X]

[VERSE 2-(Juelz Santana)] [Razah]
I'm just trying to enjoy the fun in my life
Plus now I got a lil son in my life (shit)
Thats the one in my life, that keeps me up in the night
Writing these rhymes so he can live a comfortable life
Cam got to feed him and lil cam (yep)
Jim got to feed him and lil jim (yep)
Zeke got to feed him and lil zeke (yep)
Now I got to feed me and lil me (yep)
And these kids eat like lil beasts
They grow every hour need clothes every hour
Thats why I got to make dough every hour
Do a show every hour hit the road every hour
Two flights a day (day)
I'm in states so far that if you drove it'll be two nights away (cali)
Who nice as me shit blue ice on me
And when I land shit new viper grey

[CHORUS 2X]

[VERSE 3-(Juelz Santana)][Razah]
I'm so great when I do it
I sold flame to the fluid, lit it made it my music
Thats fire (ha ha)
Who could deny it', who could apply it' (apply it)
Same pressure that I do if you could then try it (try it)
Shit you just tryin to flood the pipe
I'm tryin to apply so much pressure that I bust the pipe (BUST)
And I done bust the pipe
Wide open cause [Life changes on a daily bases yea]

[Break-Razah]
I'm just tryin to feed my family
Just tryin to be all I can be
Just tryin to survive these crazy streets
Times is hard but it's gonna get better trust me
I've been struggling all my life
Makin these songs to get these right
In studios morning till night
But I know it's gon be alright

[CHORUS 2X Till Fade]

Song: I Am Crack

What is this? What is this, man?!
This sounds like some graveyard shit (Uh-Oh)
Well that's what the fuck they gonna need
Cuz I'ma bury these niggaz this time around (Chea)

(Verse 1)
Who better than me? You better than me?
Shit you never will see, If you dead and deceased
Keep tools, lead, and the piece
And I'm bustin it off right
Leave a trail of smoke like a FUCKIN exhaust pipe
Tilt the coke up out the stash, cause they know about the stash
Now I'm like swallow these dope up in the bags
Coke up in the bags, Yea sown up in the bags
I do my chicks like Ludacris, "Blow it Out Your Ass!"
I'm a mean pimp, You know what I mean, pimp?
Four hoes on each strip, All bringing me chips
Futuristic
So when I'm gone they gonna have to do ballistics
Just to prove I'm this sick
You niggaz need to be spanked by your mommy
For ever thinking you'll be greater than I'll be
You get that short, late, waist-packed money
I get that all straight ASAP money
Bring it here now!

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Touch the coke, touch the pot
Add the soda, what you got? Me! (Yea!)
I am what I am, I be what I be
And that you will see, I am crack

[Verse 2]
Who want with I? You want it with I?
I'll shoot one in your eye, You'll lose one of your eyes
I'll jam, move, and slump ya
Leave ya body in Ranch Cucamunga with ants moving under
My flow so in order
I could turn soap and water to ocean water and float the border
You never will be what I forever will be
Your tombstone never will read "We buried a G" (No!)
I'm so mean and nice, with the things I write
Jesus might say "Jesus Christ!"
It's only rap, so why y'all tryna hold me back
Like y'all ain't ask for the old me back (I'm here!)
My peoples play and slang cocaine
More than Billy Blanco from +Carlito's Way+
So you can find me on the streets, okay?
With the big fucking piece, okay?! ('K'?!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Too dope for this, but you won't admit
So my tool smoke and spit, make you choke on spit
You ever seen a man gagged and goggle
Sound like a newborn tryna ask for bottle
They like cut it out you slackin, But I bust it out in rappin
Can you name a nigga better without me bustin out and laughin?
Nigga you couldn't spit enough to get at me
I'll stretch you for extracirricular activities
Forget hollerin for help
I'll make you wanna pull your lip over your head and just swallow yourself
You're not on my level, you're not on my shelf
But you can and you will be just another notch on my belt
I'm more 'mazing than Grace is when I say shit
You should say 'Amen' after my name, kid
Yes, this is that of greatness
You should say 'Amen' after this statement

[Chorus]

Song: There it Go (The Whistle Song)

San-tana (aye)

It's dipset Bitch

There it go
Baby don't stop now
There it go
Baby don't stop now

[Chorus]
{*whistling*}
There it go
Damn shorty look good and I'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay)
Time to whistle at her
Aye girl you make my whistle blow

There it go
Bring it here baby
There it go
Bring it here baby

[Verse 1]
Top down and I'm at it again
It's hot now and I'm at it to win
(you heard me)
Who want it with me
Nobody wanna it with me
Oh I'm so fly
Oh Mami come and get me
Sit it down
Back up
Bring it on back up
Move it till you feel something hard on your back
(Ugh)
There it go
If you want it come and get it
I ain't kiddin I'm wit it
Here it go (go)
So Girl LET ME SEE YOU GET LOW
There it go
Yea just like that
Move your thang like a boomerang
And come right back
There it go
I don't need to ask I proceed to grab
A chicks up my G'd up swagger

[Chorus]
There it go
{*whistling*}
There it Go
Damn shorty look good and I'm thinkin bout gettin at
her (okay)
Time to whistle at her
Aye girl you make my whistle blow

There it go
Bring it here baby (c'mon)
There it go
Bring it here baby (c'mon)

Aye girl let me see you get low
There it go
Set it down baby
There it go
Set it down baby

There it go its dipset (ohh)
There it go Aye Aye Aye
There it go its dipset (ohh)
There it go Aye Aye

[Verse 2]
I got to get it
I'm so hot terrific
So not fair to the other guys that's in it
I know not unlimit
There's no Sky a limit
Till then
I'ma do I'ma do I'ma do ma thang
So baby keep moving moving n moving your thang
And that'll keep you n you n you in the ring (or maybe not)
Aye girl you make me want to know
You do it like a pro lil lady
If so bring it here let it show lil lady
There it go
Lets go lil lady to the crib, to the tele
You know lil lady
Run
Yes girl
Uhm yes you can have a
Confess girl to the sunset girl (girl)
But first i gotta undress girl
So take off dem clothes and undress Girl

[Chorus]
There it go
{*whistling*}
There it Go
Damn shorty look good and I'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay)
Time to whistle at her
Aye girl you make my whistle blow

There it go
Bring it here baby (c'mon)
There it go
Bring it here baby (c'mon)

Aye girl let me see you get low
There it go
Set it down baby
There it go
Set it down baby

[Beat drops]

Song: Violence

[Intro: Juelz Santana]
Huh, okay, put the kids to bed
Put 'em to bed now
I said put 'em to bed now!
Do it!
Yeah, yeah
It's goin' down
DipSet, bitch
Juelz Santana
AY

[Chorus]
Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry people, party people
This ain't kids' music
Nope
This is violence (violence, violence)
This is violence (violence)
Violence

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
The champ is back
Yup
This is my anthem track
Yup
This wasn't made for to dance or for your hands to clap
This that
Gutter, gutter motherfucker AY
This that
Get your knife, time to gut a motherfucker AY
They hand you the snub
Dismantle your mug
A headshot have you looking like you shampoo with blood
The vandalous thugs
The scandalous thugs
That go to your block, piss on the spot where your candle's put up
This ain't no damn push music
Or no hammish (?) music
This ain't party time it's army time
Ambush music
This that cripple fly, kill a guy, full blown gorilla-fied
Don't go in the club if you can't get your clip inside music
This that half a pound, back 'em down, ask around
Nobody say nuttin', cause they know they gon' get gatted down music
That pop and squeeze, lots of screams, guess what
Coppers, we ain't never forgot about Rodney King music

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Let's get ready to rumble (yup)
This that gritty, gritty for shizzy y'all (yup)
For shizzy, nizzy, I'll kill a nigga, he piss me off (AY)
Heat him down, keep the pound, see him now, beat him down
I ain't talkin' 'bout a bush when I say he'll get beat around music
He ain't actin' right, grab and fight, stab him right
Show dude old school snatches at taxes night
Sip sizzurp, smoke weed, x up, coke, please
Dope fiends, get a load of this new codeine
That music, crack music, peel a nigga cap to it
No reason at all
This music is that stupid (AY)
It's the code of silence (no it's)
Spoken silence
Right now I am promoting violence (AY)
Why shouldn't I get the vest and spit the thing (AY)
When y'all promote cigarettes and nicotine (AY)
And y'all hope we stop it
Y'all told me stop it
Y'all the ones that keep promoting violence (AY)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Bezel]
This the shit that the gangstas love
Stomp out a gang of bud
Squeeze off a gang of slugs
We gotta vacate the club music
That's how the gangstas does
Shanking O.J., a thug
Go get your glock, and let it pop
Just like Bacon does music
We the few left that does what we do best
This here, get clear
Illegal in the U.S.
I overdosed the injection that leave you posted and deaded
This so gangsta, they can't make a radio edit
This that act correct, cause I ain't got to pack a Tec
I could just snap my hand and have a nigga snap ya neck
This the talk is cheap, so I let the luger speak
Pump the torch, then dump the corpse off in Dawson's Creek
The O.G. killer is back
So if you're living is whack
Come see me, little nigga, I'll give you a gat like
Here, here's a hammer nigga
Here, go hurt a nigga
Here, go jam a nigga
Here, go murk a nigga

[Chorus] - 2X

Song: Daddy

[Intro]
Daddy, Damn man this shit is crazy
got a lil son now, a lil me
runnin around this is crazy
ill do anything man anything
life is precious remember that
(and if I die then my child will be a bastard)

[Verse 1]
I just had a new born
shorty weigh 7 pounds 6 ouches 20 inches to strong
I'm happy now
I'm a daddy now
I gotta be there I ain't get to see my daddy round
we ain't never get to ball out kid
I was young the game caught him before I did
but, back to you son, as for you son
I do any and everythin that's the truth son
from the dirtiest diaper till you get old enough to dirty your Nikes up
I'm your clean up man if you ever need a hand, need a foot, need a heart
need a lung
reach for the phone, call me up son
yes everything drops for you, everything stops for you
I burry a block for you, I let go every shot for you
and I reload the clip just to make sure he's hit

[Chorus]
I got a lil boy to look after (3X)
and if I die my child will be a bastard
I got a lil boy to look after (3X)
and if I die my child will be a bastard

[Verse 2]
everyday I look in ya face
I sit back and I smile, look at his face it's just like mine
wow, damn this kid shines
authority and priority this kid mines
so that means, I have to beat him if I have to
keep him out of bad schools
teach him how to rap smooth
show him the ropes like make sure his ropes tight
no screws loose, no loose screws
got manors, got morals, god sense respect
cause when you gone boy that's all you got left
you ever get craves for candy, don't take a strangers candy
open a stranger's candy, those are the strangest candies
I'm ya rider ya gotta push ya provider but most of all ya father and I'm jus
lookin out for you
when there's a problem I'm just lookin out for you
I ain't talkin man I'm just pullin out for you
the four, the sword, the hood will come out for you
and what I'm about to do, you shouldn't go out and do
jus make sure you good to me and good to moms
respect your elders you'll grow to be good and strong

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I placed you up in the sky
like behold the only thing greater than I
you, my greatest achievement
fuck a platinum plaque
this is history in the making believe in it
without you I can't make or succeed in shit
I can't think, I can't wake up and eat shit
you the reason that I'm breathin
and I'll stop at any moment to see this child live a better life
wow it's a better life but you better throw down if you ever fight
like rocky do
don't be no punk when it's time to get up and put on you boxin shoes
you lace 'em up tight, you fall get up and fight
you lose, o well, we all lose some fights
jus be a man about yours, life is all about handlin yours, so you just keep
handlin yours

[Chorus to end]

Song: Mic Check (Album Version)

[Juelz Santana]
I been paying attention to what's going on out there man (yep)
I been watching you niggaz stealing my ways and shit (uh-huh)
And it's getting out of control now (out of control)
I'ma telling you dudes like I tell my woman (listen)
Don't watch me, watch TV This is pay-per-view you gotta pay for this Aye!

[Verse 1]
First, let me take time to brush my shoulders off
Wait...I had to dust my shoulders off
Thanks, y'all been waiting, been patient, been anxious
Now I herefore bring back me, your greatness (yes)
The rap Ali, jab I weave
Then come back with the same jab times three
I blow smoke to the heaven I'm so close to perfection
Rap's one big casino, I'm plotting Ocean Eleven (ay)
I might have sold the least
But I still manage to be most feared by most emcees (good)
Who holding me Who close to me
For sho papi, nobody yeah that's how it's supposed to be
Now listen you can either comprehend it or compliment it
It's all authentic (yep)
But you better believe whatever I say
Guess what you can bet it all I meant it (AYE)

[Hook]
Mic check one two one two (one two)
Mic check one two one two (one two)
Mic check one two what is this
Santana's back to business, let's go (ay)
Mic check one two one two (check)
Mic check one two one two (check)
Mic check one two what is this
Santana's back to business, let's go

(Verse 2]
Bad news, rap dudes, I'm back fools
Give the thrown up, this is that jack move (jack move)
Ha-choo I just sneezed and the track moved (ha-choo)
God blessed me, yes that's true
So bright, throw lights up for me
For life married the game, throw rice up for me (yes)
So nice, throw ice up for me (yes)
Two pieces for B.I.G. and one piece for tha kid (yes)
I am back yup put a stack up
Let it down set it down now I'm 'bout to act up
For you to get rid of me you'll need about 50 G's
In army fatigues ready to bleed please believe (Wow)
If you catch me pushing a whip
It's a new coupe wit a lip
Or something foreign I'll never forget
Yes I'm the man bet I'm the man
Am I here to save the day? Oh yes I definitely am

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Look homie quick homie
Get a camera get a flick (yes)
Get a load of this homie
I spit homie the flow so sick homie
Once again I'm back this is it homie
The album's done, which mean the album's coming
Spent a while but (fuck) it
This time around I'm fronting
I done styled and stunted
I done wild in public I done paid my dues
Did my hundred miles and running Now I'm back (ay)..

song:kid is back


[Intro: Juelz Santana]
Huh, okay, put the kids to bed
Put 'em to bed now
I said put 'em to bed now!
Do it!
Yeah, yeah
It's goin' down
DipSet, bitch
Juelz Santana
AY

[Chorus]
Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry people, party people
This ain't kids' music
Nope
This is violence (violence, violence)
This is violence (violence)
Violence

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
The champ is back
Yup
This is my anthem track
Yup
This wasn't made for to dance or for your hands to clap
This that
Gutter, gutter motherfucker AY
This that
Get your knife, time to gut a motherfucker AY
They hand you the snub
Dismantle your mug
A headshot have you looking like you shampoo with blood
The vandalous thugs
The scandalous thugs
That go to your block, piss on the spot where your candle's put up
This ain't no damn push music
Or no hammish (?) music
This ain't party time it's army time
Ambush music
This that cripple fly, kill a guy, full blown gorilla-fied
Don't go in the club if you can't get your clip inside music
This that half a pound, back 'em down, ask around
Nobody say nuttin', cause they know they gon' get gatted down music
That pop and squeeze, lots of screams, guess what
Coppers, we ain't never forgot about Rodney King music

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Let's get ready to rumble (yup)
This that gritty, gritty for shizzy y'all (yup)
For shizzy, nizzy, I'll kill a nigga, he piss me off (AY)
Heat him down, keep the pound, see him now, beat him down
I ain't talkin' 'bout a bush when I say he'll get beat around music
He ain't actin' right, grab and fight, stab him right
Show dude old school snatches at taxes night
Sip sizzurp, smoke weed, x up, coke, please
Dope fiends, get a load of this new codeine
That music, crack music, peel a nigga cap to it
No reason at all
This music is that stupid (AY)
It's the code of silence (no it's)
Spoken silence
Right now I am promoting violence (AY)
Why shouldn't I get the vest and spit the thing (AY)
When y'all promote cigarettes and nicotine (AY)
And y'all hope we stop it
Y'all told me stop it
Y'all the ones that keep promoting violence (AY)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Bezel]
This the shit that the gangstas love
Stomp out a gang of bud
Squeeze off a gang of slugs
We gotta vacate the club music
That's how the gangstas does
Shanking O.J., a thug
Go get your glock, and let it pop
Just like Bacon does music
We the few left that does what we do best
This here, get clear
Illegal in the U.S.
I overdosed the injection that leave you posted and deaded
This so gangsta, they can't make a radio edit
This that act correct, cause I ain't got to pack a Tec
I could just snap my hand and have a nigga snap ya neck
This the talk is cheap, so I let the luger speak
Pump the torch, then dump the corpse off in Dawson's Creek
The O.G. killer is back
So if you're living is whack
Come see me, little nigga, I'll give you a gat like
Here, here's a hammer nigga
Here, go hurt a nigga
Here, go jam a nigga
Here, go murk a nigga

[Chorus - 2X]

song:Lil' Boy Fresh


[Intro]
Nah
Yeah, yeah leave the hissin in, Don't take the hissin out
We gon keep this one all the way gangsta
I mean, you mutha fuckas don't realize, how real this shit is man
I mean, people always gonna try and get over on you
But protect what's yours, protect your family, protect what's right
Ya Dig!

The story starts off, lil boy black in the ghetto
No matter what he does it's back to the ghetto (ghetto)
No choice but to adapt to the ghetto
So he adapts the ghetto
Yes, the crack and the metal
He took snow days off, for gettin his cocaine off
He ran back and forth so much he pissed Jose off
Now Jose was the cocaine boss (boss)
Straight from Columbia, his cocaine soft
But Jose was out fuckin his sister
Hittin shorty off cuz' he had love for his sister
And shorty had no love for his sister cuz' sister was sniff up everything Jose gives her
But shorty had a plan for them both
Cuz' he was good at handlin coke so Jose liked him
Problem was, he was pitchin for the dudes down the street
You know, Cj, Big Boo, and Meleke
Meleke was a killa, Boo was a killa (yep)
Cj, well he's just anotha nigga
but, Despite the fact, they didnt like the fact, that he was close to Jose and he might just rat
And bein that he was a bitch and he aint know when its here
They set it up to get him there n hit him there
But shorty was smart, so before they got to load up n spark he said hold up my heart
Please, then he said Please, look up in my bag, there's cook up in my bag
It's all good up in my bag (yea)
And there's more where that came from
It came from Jose, believe me there's more where that came from
Yea he had em lost in the game one
They let him go thinkin that he would let em know where Jose was keepin the heavy coke
But instead he told Jose bout that (bout that)
And we all know Jose bout that(bout that)
Next thing we know we see Jose slouch back (what?)
In a chair like there's no way out that (nope)
He said shoot em ima blow they house back (back)
Next day he sent the 2-way out town
And somebody blew they house down (damn)
Jose think shorty on his side
But he don't know shorty on his side (word?)
So shorty called Jose, like listen (listen), it's going down I need more cocaine (bring it)
So they met up, it was a set up
Guess who? Cj, Meleke and Boo speed up (wow)
You shoulda seen the look on Jose's face
You neva seen a look on no man's face
Told him no mans great, and it's no man's place
To fuck with no man's fam
And he said where's my sister before I kill you
The End

[Outro]
The story's over man ( its over man)
They all kinda end like that man, ya dig
You see, I told this story because I kinda feel like, every hood, everybody, everybody gotta lil boy fresh around them somewhere
Weither it's right next door, across the hall
Up the block, down the block, around the corner, hey
I mean, you see, you see we all see the same shit, just through different eyes
You surprised? Don't be man, It's just real shit
Holla at ya boy dipset, AYE!

song:Freaky


(Dipset B*tch)
(Fella! Santana Aye!!)

[Chorus:]
Rock the boat dont sink the ship.
Do you like to get freaky freaky?
Do you to get kinky kinky?
(Yea, I like to get freaky, freaky)
(Yea, I like to get kinky, kinky)
Do ya Good I get the boat rockin (yea)
Good let's get the boat rockin (yea)
Good we got the boat rockin (yea)
Good lets get keep the boat rockin

[Verse 1:]
Now how many chicks in this b*tch like dick?
Well how many dudes in this room like pune?
Holy moly the rap Goldie
ohh he back put up yours now clap
That, thats the sound i like to hear
That, thats the bounce i like to hear
Now grab a chick and get freaky
Whats bad are you kinky
And if she tell you yes
found another chick that tell you yes and bail for sex
I bet that will be freaky
(yea that will be kinky) (yea)
Tap it up slap it up filp it rub it down dont forget to wrap it up
Then tell shorty to back it up
Just like a truck thats backing up (yea) (aye!!)

[Chorus:]
Do you like to get freaky freaky?
Do you to get kinky kinky?
(Yea, I like to get freaky, freaky)
(Yea, I like to get kinky, kinky)
Do ya Good I get the boat rockin (yea)
Good let's get the boat rockin (yea)
Good we got the boat rockin (yea)
Good lets get keep the boat rockin

Rock the boat dont sink the ship.
Mami take your pick who you leavin with huh?
Rock the boat dont sink the ship.
Shorty take your pick who you leavin with huh?

[Verse 2]
Now guess whos back in the mothaf*ckin house
Front get punched in your mothaf*ckin mouth
But i aint come for that dear baby
Tell me you had a pap smear lately (huh?)
Ill be your check up guy
Check up low check up high
Check out bye bye then im gone like the wind
Find a sucka spend all night with him
I just wanna do the nasty withcha withcha
Not download a nasty picture picture
Cuz i dont know about the internet
I just how much im into sex (yea)
Whats poppin withcha is you tryin to get it poppin sista
No shrimp no lobster dish (uh huh)
just lots of dick (huh)

[Chorus:]
Do you like to get freaky freaky?
Do you to get kinky kinky?
(Yea, I like to get freaky, freaky)
(Yea, I like to get kinky, kinky)
Do ya Good I get the boat rockin (yea)
Good let's get the boat rockin (yea)
Good we got the boat rockin (yea)
Good lets get keep the boat rockin

Rock the boat dont sink the ship.
Mami take your pick who you leavin with huh?
Rock the boat dont sink the ship.
Shorty take your pick who you leavin with huh?

song:Gangsta Shit


guess what....
im back
AI.......SANTANA.....DIP-SET BITCH! you know, you know
(Chorus)
we say G'd up, we make these bucks,we make things jump,no thanks to you
we blaze weed up,we invade these clubs,we make things jump,no thanks to you
from the beat to the boogie,to the street to the hoodie
this is gangsta shit
ready to get down to the beat and just boogie to the beat, shake ya tushy
if you like gangsta shit
[verse 1]
Gangsta Niggas, come, gangsta bitches, come, get on up,get gangsta wit us
umm...or should i say,get gangsta wit me,i gangsta boogie through this
gangsta city(wathc me
get dough, get..?..?..?..?..?..?..?.get low before i bang at you(watch me)
..?..?..?..?..?..big rolls you know, no thanks to you
and shorty you can catchin me stunt,doin weed,screamin....
HI, MY NAME IS!..deez nuts, G's up, hoe's down
thats how its been, how it is and how it goes down
from my young G's wit the clip and the black 5th(come)
to my OG's wit the pic wit the black fist(come)
umm...this gangsta shit,full blown gangsta shit, you know gangsta shit...AI
(Chorus)
we say G'd up, we make these bucks,we make things jump,no thanks to you
we blaze weed up,we invade these clubs,we make things jump,no thanks to you
from the beat to the boogie,to the street to the hoodie
this is gangsta shit
ready to get down to the beat and just boogie to the beat, shake ya tushy
if you like gangsta shit
[Bridge]
check it...why wont you wanna be like us
yup,cut it out.....you cant be like us(nope)
check it...why wont you wanna be like us
yup,cut it out.....you cant be like us(nope)
[Verse 2]
pop, pop, pop it like its hott
like snoop said(tongue clicks)
drop, drop it like its hott
which one of yall wit ur coochie love
im fucked up and im lookin for some groupie love
yall hoe's know why im here
and its not to send bottles and buy yall beer(come)
i might send over some eye contact(come)
and let you know im tryin to hop on that(ummm)
and if you send back the eye contact
than i know..its time to go to the pop off shack
im a gangsta, i like to do gangsta shit
like(ummm) gangsta boogie wit my gangsta bitch..so come
gangsta boogie wit a gangsta bitch
come see how da gangsta's live(come)ummm
and you'll see it aint no fronts or tellin lies
this gangsta shit rite here must be televised
(Chorus)
we say G'd up, we make these bucks,we make things jump,no thanks to you
we blaze weed up,we invade these clubs,we make things jump,no thanks to you
from the beat to the boogie,to the street to the hoodie
this is gangsta shit
ready to get down to the beat and just boogie to the beat, shake ya tushy
if you like gangsta shit

[Bridge]
check it...why wont you wanna be like us
yup,cut it out.....you cant be like us(nope)
check it...why wont you wanna be like us
yup,cut it out.....you cant be like us(nope)

thx homie c tré tré bon sa
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