| | Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing | |
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| Sujet: Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing Dim 18 Déc à 10:48 | |
| 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] |
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| Sujet: Re: Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing Dim 18 Déc à 10:49 | |
| 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 |
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| Sujet: Re: Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing Dim 18 Déc à 10:50 | |
| 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 |
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| Sujet: Re: Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing Dim 18 Déc à 10:50 | |
| 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 |
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| Sujet: Re: Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing Dim 18 Déc à 10:52 | |
| 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] |
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| Sujet: Re: Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing Dim 18 Déc à 10:52 | |
| 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*} |
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| Sujet: Re: Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing Dim 18 Déc à 10:53 | |
| 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 |
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| Sujet: Re: Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing Dim 18 Déc à 10:54 | |
| 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 |
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| Sujet: Re: Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing Dim 18 Déc à 10:55 | |
| 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 |
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| Sujet: Re: Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing Dim 18 Déc à 10:56 | |
| 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.... |
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| Sujet: Re: Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing Dim 18 Déc à 10:57 | |
| 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] |
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| Sujet: Re: Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing Dim 18 Déc à 10:57 | |
| 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] |
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| Sujet: Re: Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing Dim 18 Déc à 10:58 | |
| 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] |
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| Sujet: Re: Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing Dim 18 Déc à 10:59 | |
| 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 |
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| Sujet: Re: Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing Dim 18 Déc à 11:00 | |
| 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] |
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| Sujet: Re: Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing Dim 18 Déc à 11:01 | |
| 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).. |
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| Sujet: Re: Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing Dim 18 Déc à 11:45 | |
| 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] |
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| Sujet: Re: Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing Dim 18 Déc à 11:47 | |
| 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! |
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| Sujet: Re: Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing Dim 18 Déc à 11:50 | |
| 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? |
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| Sujet: Re: Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing Dim 18 Déc à 11:52 | |
| 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) |
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| Sujet: Re: Juelz Santana - What the Game's Been Missing Dim 18 Déc à 15:42 | |
| thx homie c tré tré bon sa rest plu k traduir..... | |
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