Альбом Lil Jon

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)

[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]
Yall niggaz is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now it's time to ride
You're print distrified, you're no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane
Let each coast bang, let west coast bang
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every 'hood possible, pushin through in the sky blue
Back with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs flyin at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house
I don't really understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out
Leavin 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
'cause we ain't playin up here in New York

[Hook - Fat Joe]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell the way the homie spit, That nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
(And this is how we do)

[Verse 2 - Fat Joe]
Nigga I can see the coke in your nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to find god
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage
And everybody talkin crazy how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin, and they ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me"
True Story, I'm bringin the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre said grind cook
Now we killin them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Got bitches on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that
And you already know the x is where the team be at

[Hook - Jadakiss]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Block) and shit, Nigga fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York
(Aha, and this is how we do)

[Verse 3 - Jadakiss]
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their spliffs
And that coke will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online
Wise has awoken
And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open
I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
Just doin shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just like you
Word that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment

[Hook - Jadakiss]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Block) and shit, Nigga fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York
(Aha, and this is how we do)

Once again up in that south from my motherf**king mouth
and creeping up on y'all niggas like a motherf**king mouse
Stepping on these tracks like fags and drag queens
And shitting on you busters like I ate some bake beans

Buster me and me's clicks, always making those hits
We never straight jam with no busters our no tricks
Getting in trouble from the sounds of my trunk
and keeping it crunk, keeping it crunk

[Chorus:]
What, What [in background]
Now drop dem bozs' on 'em [repeat 16X]

Nigga bozs' bout to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines with haters looking round

It's time lay it down putting it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, smoking doug's potatoes
All these niggas what they made us from dem' boz and craters
While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Southside just reckless, from GA to Texas
And next it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
But it seem like the bigger I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' hating niggas try me
Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can play me

From a place called T-town be down in the south
Where dem' players throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth

And dump dump if ya' jump jump
The club crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump pump
through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like Beaker

All the people out there hype as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
From T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be damn a club ain't crunk in this manner
I can't stand a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the clothes
Y'all gotta get it crunk and drop dem boz, drop dem boz

[Chorus]

I can't afford bigger, how ya' figga'
that you gone stop me from stacking six figures
Now you hating on me, because my game so tight
And could you be mad because I f**ked ya' wife
Well it's true, that's the price nigga check that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, wear that reckland ro'
So stop talking all that shit, and trying to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' f**ked up, now what's
up

Now ladies are you tired of trick bitches in yo' mix
Acting like they want, to lick on yo' shit
Critizing, everything that you do
and telling ya' who, and who not to screw
Nasty hoes, that ain't clean and shit
They go around sucking on every dope boys dick
Now is these hoes really yo' friend or yo' foes
You tell me, while ya' drop dem' bozs'

[Chorus]

Now if the club packed y'all from wall to wall
And everybody trying to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't nothing but love in the air, we geeing and macking
Some haters off in there, but at least they ain't macking
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, where freaks is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees daily
When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boz and shake dem'
hoes
And proceed to rock, from the front to the back
with the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack

Tear da' roof off the club, show you niggas some love
and fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and thugs
Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'
the beats is rockin', so partner want you keep on dropping
for my thugs

[Chorus]

Now right now I want all my hard niggas to follow me, follow me

[Bridge:] what
[until fade]
That's how these motherf**kers die, they with the shit talk

(featuring Lil' Scrappy)

(feat. Lil Scrappy)

[Lil' Jon]
Yea
What...What
Check dis out right (Yea)
Lil' Jon and the motherfuking East Side Boyz
The Kings of Krunk
Back at you with some new shit
Now just because we went platinum and shit don't mean we gone change nigga
We the muthafuking Kings of Krunk and we gon' always keep this muthafucker krunk
Now let's talk about some more music

[Chorus]
If you roll up in the club and them niggas wanna fuck
When you step up to they face what they gon' do shit
If you roll up in the club and them hoes aren't acting up
When you step up to them hoes what they gon' do shit
What they gon' do shit [repeat 8 times]

[Lil' Jon]
Pussy nigga what's up,
Hell nah you aint gon' fuck all that poppin' at the mouth gon' get you fucked
up...
Pussy nigga what's up,
Hell nah you aint gon' fuck all that poppin' at the mouth gon' get you fucked
up...
You don't came in the club wit yo muthafucking click...
We don't give a fuck hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches
You don't came in the club wit yo muthafucking click...
We don't give a fuck hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches
It's some East-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit
It's some West-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit
It's some North-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit
It's some South-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit

[Chorus]

[Lil' Scrappy]
My brains is taking in too much pain
I'm bout explode first and get them names
But its cool lil' shorty don't be so alarmed
I learned to bruise nigga without jabbing the arm
I don't play wit muthafuckers cause this shit be real
Make ya hoes broke off and then yo navy seal
And them hoes will leave yo ass dead in the path
Like the way you came nigga yo dick from yo ass
I break bones with my niggas
Fuck hoes with my niggas
How the fuck you think I feel bout deforming yo figure
It's a close casket
For them hating basket
Its some g's that's real and some messed up fagots
Who you talking to bitch?
What you gon' do trick?
When its obvious to see that you aint gon' do shit
Lil' Scrappy the Prince and I aint taking no chump
I'm a quiet krunk nigga and fuck being the punk

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Yea... Yea... Yea
I'm looking round dis muthafuking club (What)
Them niggas still muthafuking looking over here and shit (looking over here and
talking and shit)
Think we gonna get some muthafucking straightening in the muthafuker (Yea)
Dis what we gon' muthafuking do (What's up)
We gon' walk over to dis muthafucking niggas (Yea)
And talk to their ass like dis
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches talk shit that's why we bustin' yo shit
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches talk shit that's why we bustin' yo shit
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)

(featuring Ice Cube)

[Lil' Jon talking:]
Yeah!
Right about now (whats up)
It's time for the real nigga roll call
Now when you hear your city or state being called
You put your motherfuckin' middle finger up in this bitch
ATL, St. Louis, Alabahma, Chicago, The Carolina's, Nep Town,
DC, The Bay Area, VA, Miami, New York niggas, texas, You know!

[hook]
[Lil' Jon:]
Ya'll niggas can't fuck wit my niggas ho! [x4]

[chorus]
[Lil' Jon and Ice Cube:]
Mothafuck that nigga! [x4]
Mothafuck that bitch! [x4]

[Lil' Jon:]
Ya'll bitches!
Come on flexin' ass flauntin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some real ass treal ass niggas!
Your niggas!
Be some ho ass pussy ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some head-bustin' gangsta ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some runnin' and scared ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some Roy Jone beat ya ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some cake and handcuffin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some "Send them hoes out!" ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some tricking "Don't pay them hoes!" ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some Don Juan piumpin' ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some 22 havin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some chopper street sweepin' ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Them ol' half ounce sellin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some dirty bird movin' ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some kissin' security ass ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Fuck them hoes and let 'em know ass niggas!

[Hook]
[Chorus]

[Ice Cube:]
See I'ma mean nigga
Youse afraid nigga
Ol' pretend nigga
Smile and grin nigga
I hate a false niggas
Diana Ross nigga
So if ya lost nigga
Meet tha boss nigga
He's a super nigga
Grin and groupa nigga
Act stupid nigga
I'll fuckin' nuke tha nigga
Cuz youse a happy nigga
And ima nappy nigga
Fuckin' scrappy nigga
Meet ya pappy nigga
Its ice cube nigga
And lil jon nigga
So if ya drunk nigga
Keep it crunk nigga
Til' you punk nigga
Feel tha bump nigga
Get yo testifying ass in tha trunk nigga
You wanna tell nigga
I'll dump a shell nigga
Send a frail nigga
Str8 ta hell nigga
Thats ya shelter nigga
Help-a-skelta nigga
And when I belt a nigga
They'll know nigga!

[hook]
[chorus]

[Lil Jon Talking:]
Yeah!
I see you and your lil click up in tha club nigga
I see ya'll niggas over there talkin' that shit
But you know what nigga
Bitch niggas get dealt wit motherfuckin' real quick!

[Ice Cube:]
Here we come boy
Real niggas shoot ta kill betta run boy
Or you can tell me how I feel as a
Real nigga
Which nigga
Go get a bitch nigga
No better
Hoes better do what I say
Cuz I'm insane in tha brain
Bitch I got rip chains in my veins
Real niggas never change
We just let it bang
Roll thru tha gutter lane
Daddy said let 'em hang
And cut 'em like its butter mayne
Skeet skeet skeet
Naw thats tha other mayne
Cuz my skeet never leave
Gotta struggle mayne
TNA ain't workin' niggas DNA
That crazy bitch'll have ya ass off E&J
Fake niggas got these real bitches bein' gay
Til my peoples come around its like night and day
Now she wanna change her god and the way she pray
Authentic niggas all know thats tha playa way

[hook]
[chorus]

[Lil Jon:]
We runnin this bitch
Ya'll niggas ain't shit
We runnin this bitch
Ya'll niggas ain't shit
We in tha club gettin' crunk
You in tha club gettin' stomped
We in tha club gettin' crunk
You in tha club gettin' stomped
We in tha hood on tha block
You in tha hood gettin' shot
We in tha hood on tha block
You in tha hood gettin' shot
We quick ta show you what we bout
You quick to run ya fuckin' mouth
We quick ta show you what we bout
You quick to run ya fuckin' mouth
Real niggas from tha east
And we got a fuckin' piece
Real niggas from tha east
And we got a fuckin' piece
We against tha niggas from tha west
Puttin' holes in ya vest
We against tha niggas from tha west
Puttin' holes in ya vest
My midwest niggas hard
Quick ta pull ya fuckin' card
My midwest niggas hard
Quick ta pull ya fuckin' card
And down south we set if off
Blow ya fuckin' face off
And down south we set if off

Man like e'rythang fiddin to work out
like dis shit fiddin ta jump 'cause
this shit fiddin ta jump like a trapoline
i promise you, you feel me

[Bo Hagon]
I already know boy
I'm talkin it fiddin to go down thou
but shit yea my dawg
i'mma holla at ya man
you be cool out there thou

shit you gotta be cool 'cause
gotta be cool, gotta stay down
like you know what i'm sayin like
you my nigga, you know i luv ya
you feel me, you feel me, i know ya

[Bo Hagon]
i feel ya dawg
you know i luv ya nigga
i been ya nigga since day one
i'm talkin bout from day one nigga
i been right there beside ya
but hell yea but uh, you be cool dawg
i'mma fuck wit ya in one minute

yea in one minute 'cause
like you holla at me
in one minute anytime u wanna holla at me
one minute is one minute
my minute is your one minute
we gotta stay down in this shit man
we gotta stay strong in this shit man
fuck these niggas hatin on us man

[Bo Hagon]
fuck these niggas man
i'm tellin ya boy
a nigga gotta stay strong dawg
but hell yea you be cool
i'm prolly gonna hit ya like tomorrow or some time

yea, yea man 'cause
like i was tellin my cot damn wife
man like
a nigga gotta make dis bread 'cause
like niggas think we playin out here
like you know what i'm sayin
i don't know what tha fuck tha rest these niggas doin
but i'm tryin ta make dis money my nigga
you know what i'm sayin
i know you feel me, you feel me

[Bo Hagon]
NIGGA! if any nigga feel you in tha world
nigga i feel ya
but nigga i'mma holla at ya in a minute
alright i'mma holla at ya
prolly tomorrow or some shit
so you be cool nigga
and 'pect a phone call from me tomorrow man you hold it down

yea i'm from the tree?? nigga
i'm tryin ta tell ya like
that how it go down
these hye at tha tree?? 'cause
like you my nigga
like we gone stay down my nigga
i'm a holla at ya
you gone holla at me
and we just gone--

[Bo Hagon]
--DAMN NIGGA! GET OFF THA
MUTHAFUCKIN PHONE! NIGGA BYE!

(CHORUS) [9x]
Da blow ...
DA pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
DA blow..DA blow..DA blow..DA blow..DA blow

[Lil Jon]
DA dro,Da perps,Da ounce,Get Pushed!
Get back,No halfs,No wedge will give ya hash!,ill join ya 2,but do ya niggas smoke a blunt of
this,you wanna smoke wit me dont bring no bullshit,da blue,thumpin,white spinners,tha green
nickles,that red superman,that peach butter fire,that white rolex,you'll have them hoes hotter
than a box of stolen checks,the snow,the white, in miami get crunk,when i see em in tha club they
be sniffin up that skunk,homie 1 gee ya right, gimmie 1g o' white, gimmie 2g o' white, gimmie 3 g o' white, a eight ball for the night.if you wanna get cha lean on, there's nothin but that yella,i done heard
down in texas them niggas got whateva,bottle of that moon,gally gally of that henna (hennessy) mix it wit that crunk
juice,we'll have a nigga spinnin like that

[chorus 5x]

[gangsta boo]
yeah i got that weed for the low
those pills for tha low
that blow for tha low
young nigga you aint know,
when i ride i roll high
man an i aint tellin no lie,
when this shit get in my brain,
i drip the grain and fly by,
say dawg you got that good up in tha hood we callin mint, right anoter thing we do is blow call
it blew,we blow callin cocain, fuck head nah nigga,iv'e been on that bang bang hard bouncin front
to back,watch me change the lane lane,'cause dont be talkin that shit,the shit that i get, you
bitches cant get,from Memphis to the A the north and the south,is on the ground,the under under
ground ground smoked out,fulla green,fuck what cha heard bitch yeah im back up on tha scene,if
you wanna get high,you should fuck wit gangsta boo,i be turnnin niggas out,watch how fast i turn
you into a smoked out, loaked out,freaky motherfucker,on that exed out passed out,while i pout
another on da...

[chorus 5x]

[Lil' Bo]
i been gettin in that work
i got punds on this perc
im a pimp bitch fuck you pull up your own skirt,skirt we dont give a fuck, 26's on the
truck,fuck around till you show up,we gon tear this bitch up,i got x i got weed i got anything you
need,when you see me in tha street,just holla at me, through a dolla at me,bitch smile at me,this
ya nigga lil bo from tha E.S.P
(Big Sam)
See nigga i smoke everyday,im bout to light up sum hay,i got that shit that will put your mind
up in the day,but i dont fuck wit tha blow,but i fuck wit sum hoes,that be freaky, x outta
control,i remember back in tha day,wit aches in bones,when nigga was ridin in the city truck just
to get to the dough,but we the best in this town,we'll settle ya down,nigga was slangnin bitches
down,20 kilos a pound!

[chorus (till end of song)]

(featuring Trillville, Jazze Pha & Pimpin' Ken)

[Intro: Pimpin' Ken]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net
Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet
You know what I'm saying, the vet, not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know what I'm taking about
Only time a bitch get off is when a bitch run off, you know what I'm talking
about
Hey man, you understand me
Master constitution for the prostitution
And let prostitution be the only solution
Please believe it, you understand it, bitch, you know my choosing fee bitch
It's a lifetime, bitch of ho crime, believe that ho you know what I'm talking
about
Yeah, bitch you know what I'm talking about
Don coochie hole bitch, better known as pimp coochie hole
Pimpin' Ken the Don in this shit ho
You know what I'm talking about, yeah
Milwaukee, Wisconsin you fuck-ass bitch

[Dirty Mouth]
As I pull up to the club
Jumping out of the Jag
24's still spinning with a dealership tag
Brand New
Bright leather guts and pearl blue
These hoes they choosing like a lucky horseshoe
But that's alright cause I don't pay these hoes no mind
As I stroll to the front of the VIP line
Straight in I go, headed straight to the bar
I got a superstar status, so I guess I'm a star
Haters checking me out
Now tell me what's that about?
I'ma chill to the point haters checking me out
Sipping on the Crystal
Bitches wanna get wild
Popping X and smoking dro' on the verge of my style
These bitches calling, asking where the after party
The Embassy Suites downtown, room 112, my darling
Bring your friends so we can let this party begin
And bring a box of Magnum rubbers so we can fuck till the end

[Jazze Pha]
Hey bitch, sign your name on the dotted line (well)
Cause you belong to me (you belong to me, yeah)
Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (well)
Cause now you're mine

[LA]
Just pulled up at the club
I'm flyer than a motherfucker
Damn, why they staring? ho, shit I'm the motherfucker
Not the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go through 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G and said "what's up for later?"
I said "I'm 20 East, I'm headed to Decatur"
And motherfuck the hater
It's about this making paper
And while she choosing hard, guaranteed I'ma take her
So shake the saltshaker, the dro' is the vapor
I ain't got love for niggaz cause all they try to do is cake her
I ain't sippin on no chaser, that's what we tell the waiter
You goddamn right, I'm a motherfucker player
So tell me how you want it
You riding? Get up on it
I ain't fucking with the ho if she don't know how to donut, for real

[Jazze Pha + Lil Jon]
Hey bitch (hey bitch), sign your name on the dotted line (well)
Cause you belong to me (you belong to me, yeah)
Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (well)
Cause now you're mine

[Lil Jon]
Hey, hey bitch
Hey bitch get up it's time to go to work
Time to go to work bitch, it's your boy Lil Jon
Never will I love a bitch
Why would I trust a bitch?
Always gonna dog a bitch
They only good for sucking dick
Or riding on a nigga cock
Trying to get a nigga stock
I'm never gonna break bread
Not even for a little head
I'm a player, not a cake-a-ho
Always gotta break ho, down to the fucking floor
You step up, I'll let you know
It's MOB, BME
P to the I to the M P
No, I'm Southside
Sorry, bitch, you better pay me

[Big Sam]
Old school white Lac pimpin like I'm Don Juan
When I pull up on the track, I toot-a-loo my horn
Make these hoes come running like Mike for travs
Ain't got my money ho, you bound to get slap
Cause I don't love a bitch and won't save a bitch
If it ain't about money, then it don't make sense
I'll mack a bitch and I'll pimp a bitch
As long as she making me filthy rich

[Don P]
Just up off the pill, drinking on my beer
Sitting on a mill, but I'm pimpin still
Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack
Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words coming out my mouth
So I'm flushing money quickly out these bitches' bank accounts
After that I bounce
To another ho, in a totally different city
for a whole other show
They say, "why you don't call?" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?"
"You always out of town" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?"
"You probably in the club" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?"
You bout to make me break your neck, I have to ask your ass again
I'm Don a.k.a "stay pimpin hard"
That mean hoes gonna march winter, summer, spring and fall
Cause I have to ball, there's no other way
Even if the bitch's pregnant, there's no Happy Mother's Day

[Jazze Pha + Lil Jon]
Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (sign right here)
Cause you belong to me (you my bitch now)
Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (right here)
Cause now you're mine (you mine, ho)

[Lil Jon] Get your ass up

[Jazze Pha (+ Lil Jon)]
If you get out line, I'm a slap you out
I'm a slap you out
I'm a slap you out
Better have my money (you better have my money, bitch)
Cause you signed your name on the dotted line
So get off your ass and get on the grind
(Get up, get out there and make my motherfucking money, right now)
Forgot what I am, bitch? What am I?
I'm a pimp in every inch of the word
Every inch of the verb
Every inch of the curb
I'm a hit it, like the lottery baby
Better believe it (please believe it)
Hey, yeah
If it's pimping you wanting (what), pimping you needing (what)
Everyday from me (from a real motherfucking pimp)
But bitch that's all I can see
Any day of the week, when you fucking with me

[Lil Jon]
If you fucking with me, you better get your ass out there
And make that motherfucking money
Rain, sleet or snow
Rob, steal and kill for a motherfucking pimp like me, ho

[K. Sanchez]
"Say, I'm comin at you with lines, think they lies
Just because I don't match your compatible sign
I'ma let the world see, other boos can't relate

Man whats wrong with these willie fufu rifraf ass niggas uh...

Always tring to go to war over a motherfuckin bitch,man niggas don't be procrastinatin,niggas be procrastafakin...

Yeah pimp I ain't no motherfuckin hater I'm a motherfuckin money motivater man...

You know what I'm talkin about, yeah big scrill playing the field tryin to money mack up on a motherfucking meal.....

Like my O.G. partna stomp down a say,"I ain't gon give it to ya lata, I'ma give it to ya all the way motherfuckin straight"....

It is what it is man it is I say is me...E motherfuckin 40 wata bellafantae man, the best thing since the triple bend pimp...

Pop com pimps split dem l.i.p's it's confirmed like a Don King perm, and whatevea it is I'm sellin it, rather it's pills to a dope fein or peanuts to an elephant...BITCH

(featuring 8-Ball & MJG)

[8Ball]
Ya, Full of all kinda drugs high is just a rap pussy nigga
betta not get too close nigga betta not try to push me
we got them thangs i mean them thangs that go bang bang
dont give a fuck who you is dont give a fuck if you got some change
take yo niggas, take yo watch, and take yo diamond ring
way back in the game when the niggas used to have to sell rock cocaine
right now today, ima grab the mic and bring the pain
go fuckin insane, eveything i say goes straight to yo brain
lil jon on the beat bout to tear this bitch up out the frame
you betta leave if you think you just a little lame
chuck yo chain dont get caught when this song here come on
look at my face thats gon' tell yall niggas somethin wrong

[Chorus]
I heard you niggas dont like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where yo kids and yo wife be, wife be
Bust a nigga head to the white meat, white meat

I heard you niggas dont like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where yo kids and yo wife be, wife be
Bust a nigga head to the white meat, white meat

[MJG]
Real killas jump niggas loud mouth
rough niggas cant stay outta handcuff
niggas aint enough niggas toughen up
niggas some are artillary specialist
never the fuckin less i get pimpin naturally
everly's commin up out of regions
where muhfuckas is needin MJG
to speak for 'em prentendin to see for 'em
ive ran the street with 'em concrete to feet with 'em
i made them hoes pick up i made them go
stick them pimp tight MJ fuckin G em
luckliy married to this .45 under my fuckin seat
talkin bullet pistol solid shootin never shook me
you boys cant hook me, listen to what the hook be

[Chorus]
I heard you niggas dont like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where yo kids and yo wife be, wife be
Bust a nigga head to the white meat, white meat

I heard you niggas dont like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where yo kids and yo wife be, wife be
Bust a nigga head to the white meat, white meat

[Lil Jon]
We aint scared of buck niggas, we aint scared of whole clicks
Fuck them niggas take they hoes and they motha fuckin shit
We aint scared of buck niggas, we aint scared of whole clicks
Fuck them niggas take they hoes and they motha fuckin shit

You think you bad nigga, You thing your hard nigga
Uh, yo click aint shit we'll pull yo card nigga
You think you bad nigga, You thing your hard nigga
Uh, yo click aint shit we'll pull yo card nigga

We shoot a bird at a pussy nigga, We roll on a pussy nigga
I dont give a fuck, Nigga stoll on that pussy nigga
We shoot a bird at a pussy nigga, We roll on a pussy nigga
I dont give a fuck, Nigga stoll on that pussy nigga

[Chorus]
I heard you niggas dont like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where yo kids and yo wife be, wife be
Bust a nigga head to the white meat, white meat

I heard you niggas dont like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where yo kids and yo wife be, wife be
Bust a nigga head to the white meat, white meat

[Lil Jon]
Uh, we some headbussas, Uh, we some headbussas, Uh, we'll crack a niggas skull
we some headbussas
Uh, we some headbussas, Uh, we some headbussas, Uh, we'll crack a niggas skull
we some headbussas
Uh, we some headbussas, Uh, we some headbussas, Uh, we'll crack a niggas skull
we some headbussas
Uh, we some headbussas, Uh, we some headbussas, Uh, we'll crack a niggas skull

[Intro]
Ladies and fuckin gentlemen (Whassup)
It's the kings of fuckin crunk (You know it)
Me, your boy Lil Jon, Lil Bo, Big Sam
On the motherfuckin track, Rick Rubin (Yeah)
I don't think y'all ready for this shit (y'all ain't ready nigga)
Nothin but some real gangsta shit (gangsta shit)
For them niggaz and bitches out there (Yeah)
Now I'm havin a hard fuckin life right now (a hard life)
And I'm gunna give y'all some of my fuckin pain

[Hook - 2X]
Why you fuckin wit me?
Stop fuckin wit me!
Don't be fuckin wit me!
Stop fuckin wit me!

[Interlude 1]
You know, it seems like no matter, no matter how hard I fuckin try
I can't do the right motherfuckin shit
Like I be tryin and shit and shit always be turning out fucked up
Like my bitch always on my fuckin back talkin bout I need to get a fuckin job
Talking bout how I need to pay my fuckin child support and shit
Bitch I'm out here tryin to do all that shit and that shit don't go my fuckin
way
Sometimes you need to get the fuck up off my back
And let me learn how to get this shit right on
I want you to stop fuckin wit me
Why don't you stop fuckin wit me

[Hook]

[Verse One]
Bitch I'm tryin to get a job, but it just don't work
(Bitch I'm tryin to get a job, but that shit don't work)
Soon as I walk through the door, on they face is a smirk
(Soon as I walk through the door, on they face is a smirk)
Can't hire no nigga like me in that bitch
(Can't hire no nigga like me in that bitch)
Tattoos, gold teeth, nigga dreads and shit
(Tattoos, gold teeth, nigga dreads and shit)
Man, fuck these niggaz, I'll go back to sellin' dope
(Man, fuck these niggaz, I'll go back to sellin' dope)
Now my baby mama callin bout that child support
(Now my baby mama callin bout that child support)
Bitch back the fuck up, and let me smoke my weed
(Bitch back the fuck up, let me smoke my weed)
Motherfuck you bitch, stop screamin at me
(Motherfuck you bitch, stop screamin at me)

[Hook]

[Interlude 2]
Seem like no matter what the fuck I do, my bitch, she always on fuckin top of me
I'm out here tryin to make fuckin money and shit
And everytime I motherfuckin come home this bitch always got something to say
I'm cheatin on her and shit, I ain't doin nothin

[Verse 2]
I'm tryin hard as I can bitch, leave me alone
(I'm tryin hard as I can bitch, leave me alone)
You better back your ass up, before you catch it to your dome
(You better back your ass up, before you catch it to your dome)
I've been out all day, all I want is a beer
(I've been out all day, all I want is a beer)
Now here yo ass come with bullshit in my ear
(Now here yo ass come with bullshit in my ear)
I ain't been with no bitch, been tryin' to make this money
(I ain't been with no bitch, been tryin' to make this money)
Keep pushin' a nigga, and shit gunna get funny
(Keep pushin' a nigga, and shit gunna get funny)
You mad cause you heard that a girl like me
(You mad cause you heard that your girl like me)
You better check that bitch before you come and check me
(You better check that bitch before you come and check me)

[Hook]

[Interlude 3]
Know what? I'm just gunna leave the motherfuckin house
cause if I stay in this motherfucker, I'm gunna end up fuckin' yo ass up
And I ain't tryin' to motherfuckin go to jail
I'm just going to jump in my motherfuckin shit get on the highway
find me some dro, and get the fuck away from your motherfuckin ass
before I lose my motherfuckin mind
Bye bitch
Oh shit
What the fuck...the motherfuckin police behind me
Shit

[Verse 3]
Had to get out the house far away from my bitch
(Had to get out the house far away from my bitch)
Cause if I stay any longer it might be some shit
(If I stay any longer it might be some shit)
And now I'm on 85, wit my pedal to the flo'
(Now I'm on 85, wit my pedal to the flo')
And a nigga just fired up a blunt of that dro
(And a nigga just fired up a blunt of that dro)
The police pulled me over on some seatbelt shit
(The police pulled me over on some seatbelt shit)
That's when he finds out my license and my tag ain't legit
(That's when he finds out my license and my tag ain't legit)
Hope he don't pop my truck cause in there is some shit
(Hope he don't pop my truck cause in there is some shit)
Cause I got bout three or four bricks in that bitch
(Cause I got bout three or four bricks in that bitch)

Ya know, I hate when some crazy bitch says "lets be friends".
Yea, I wanna be the friend that's FUCKING YOU IN THE ASS BITCH!
That's the friend I wanna be

(featuring Usher & Ludacris)

[Intro - Lil' Jon]
Usher...
Lil' Jon...
Ludacris...

[Usher {with Lil' Jon}]
Yeah, man
Once again, it's on {It's on}
You know we had to do it again, right?

[Lil' Jon]
We had to do it again, boy
Want you to sing to these ladies, man

[Usher (with vocalizing)]
(Ohh-oh-oh-ohh)
A'ight, so I'm up first? A'ight, lemme have it...
(Ohh-oh-oh-ohh)
Let's do it...

[1st Verse - Usher]
Baby, how ya doin'?
Hope that 'cha fine, wanna know what you got in mind,
And I'm,
Got me fiendin' like Jodeci, girl, I can't leave you alone,
Take a shot of this here Petrone' and it's gon' be on,
V.I.P. done got way too crowded,
I'm about to end up callin' it a night,
You should holla at 'cha girl, tell her you shake it and seized,
Pull off, beep-beep, shotgun in the GT with me
She said, "Ohhh-ohhh, I'm ready to ride, yeah,"
"'Cause once you get inside, you can't change your mind,"
"Don't mean to sound impatient, but you gotta promise, baby, ohh..."

[Chorus - Usher]
Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, I gotta know, baby, aw yeah)
Tell me again (Make sho' you right, ohh, before we leave),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, it's a good look, baby)...

[2nd Verse - Ludacris]
Sometime wanna be your lover,
Sometime wanna be your friend,
Sometime wanna hug ya,
Hold hands, slow-dance while the record spins,
Opened up your heart 'cause you said I made you feel so comfortable,
Used to play back then, now you all grown-up like Rudy Huxtable,
I could be your Bud, you could beat me up,
Play-fight in the dark, then we both make up,
I'd do anything just to feel your butt,
Why you got me so messed up?
I don't know, but you gotta stop trippin',
Be a good girl now, turn around, and get these whippings,
You know you like it like that,
You don't have to fight back,
Here's a pillow - bite...that,
And I'll be settin' seperate plays,
So on all these separate days,
Your legs can go they separate...ways...

[Chorus - Usher]
Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, it's a good look, baby)
Tell me again (Tell me over-and-over-and-over again),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Make sho' you right, before you choose)...

[3rd Verse - Lil' Jon]
I's been know you fo' a long time (shawty),
But fuckin' never crossed my mind (shawty),
But tonight, I seen sumthin' in ya (shawty),
That made me wanna get wit 'cha (shawty),
But you ain't been nuttin' but a friend to me (shawty),
And a nigga never ever dreamed to be (shawty),
Up in here, kissin', huggin', squeezin', touchin' (shawty),
Up in the bathtub, rub-a-dubbin' (shawty),
Are you sure you wanna go this route? (shawty),
Let a nigga know before I pull it out (shawty),
I would never ever cross the line (shawty),
Shawty, let me hear ya tell me one mo' time...one mo' time...

[Chorus - Usher]
Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, it's a good look, baby)
Tell me again (Make sho' you right, ohh, before we leave),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Tell me over-and-over-and-over again)...

[Outro - Usher]
Oh-oh-hoo
Oh-oh-hoo
Oh-oh-hoo-ohhhh-yeaaah...

[Ludacris {with Lil' Jon}]
Please tell your Lovers and Friends,
That Usher, Jon, and Luda had to do it again {Hey!! (Hey!!)}
Please tell your Lovers and Friends,
That Usher, Jon, and Luda had to do it again, that's right {Hey!! (Hey!!)}
Please tell your Lovers and Friends,

(featuring Oobie)

[Oobie:]
I'm sliding me on top of you
Doing things that lovers do
But I don't belong to you
Whats a girl suppose to do
I only need one night with you
To make all our dreams come true
You could never be my man,
You can be my one night stand

[Oobie/Chorus]
Boy I know you got a girl
And you know I got a man
So lets both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So lets keep it on the low
And have a one night stand

Well it's about a quarter to three
No ones lookin',
Its just you and me
You know I'm down for whatever
And I came to please
But its only for this one night

Boy I hope you came well prepared
Cause I want you to know that
I ain't never scared
You just got to RSVP
And I'll be there
But its only for this one night

[Chorus]
Boy I know you got a girl
And you know I got a man
So lets both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So lets keep it on the low
And have a one night stand

[Lil Jon:]
Shawty,let me know whats uo wit it (wit it)
Won't you let a real thug hit it (hit it)
Stop playin' with these lames
Ain't got no shame
The nigga is to blame (you know it)
I just go to tell you this (whats up)
Those lips I wanna kiss
That ass I gotta grab
Yo' shit I gotta stab
I got my baby mama,
You got your baby daddy
We got all night
Look lil mama, get it right
Yo' shit is good and tight
I aint bout them games shawty (nah)
You know my name shawty (yea)
Just use yo' brains,
If you know what I'm sayin'
Its a one night stand shawty

[Chorus:]
Boy I know you got a girl
And you know I got a man
So lets both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So lets keep it on the low
And have a one night stand

[Oobie/Two Times:]
If you know how to keep a secret,
You can get it fo' sure
Just make sure you get enough
Cause you can get it no more

[Big Sam:]
Come and ride wit cha boy (Big Sam) then fill with almond joy
Like I told you,
I'm something just like a freak
So keep the games fo the middle of the week
Damn you look so good (good)
With yo' big ol' ass
And big ol' titty bittys
red bone, fine self, 5'9
For one night, I gotta make you mine
Yea I know you gotta a man shawty
And you know I got a wife shawty
So lets strap it up,
I hope the pussys tight
We only got one night shawty

[Oobie:]
I'm not tryin' to be your girlfriend
Just for a one night stand
And you can't never be my boyfriend
Just a one night stand

[Chorus:]
Boy I know you got a girl
And you know I got a man
So lets both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So lets keep it on the low
And have a one night stand

You'll be my man,only for one night
And I'll be your girl,

a skeet skeet skeet skeet, makes love to his wife and gets that skeet skeet skeet skeet skeet,sorry bout that da skeet skeet skeet (what)skeet skeet skeet cant say, you cant say skeet on the radio, da skeet skeet skeet skeet skeet, my man u cant say skeet on the radio, ima just start sayin that on the show come on lets take, man shit if you can say skeet on the radio, you know whats so dope about skeet, white people dont know what it means yet, when they figure it out they're gonna be like "my god what have we done"
(music starts)
good evening ladies and gentlemen my name is dj flex ahhhh i represent washington d.c. tonight we goin from d.c. to a-town (yeah) and we be comin (yeah) lil jon and the east side boyz aww skeet skeet skeet (background music starts "aww skeet skeet")come on yall, lets get it goin,skeet skeet skeet skeet i say what, that aint crunk enough, hey hey that aint crunk enough, hey man u ready ahh lets go right now, (lil jon) a break it down now, let me see you do the, ah break it down now, let me see you do the, wah break it down now, let me see you do the, wah break it down now, (here we gooo) come on skeet skeet, mother fuckin ass hoe, do dat come on, skeet skeet more now, now yeah come on, skeet more mother fucker, like that, come on skeet skeet, mother fuckin ass hoe, drop that ass hoe, come on crunk that mother fuckin back, drop that ass come on, crunk that mother fuckin back, like that what, come on crunk that mother fuckin back, like that, come on, crunk that mother fuckin back, bout now shorty, to the mother fuckin back now, bounce around shorty,crunk that mother fuckin back, bend over shorty, to the mother fuckin back, bounce around shorty, to da mother fuckin back now, bend over shorty, make you mother fuckin breathe now, bend over da mother fuckin back now, da bounce around shorty,to the mother fuckin back now, da bounce around shorty,to da mother fuckin breathe now, bend over shorty, make you mother fuckin breathe now, thats right shorty i got damn, da skeet skeet, drop that thang shorty, i got damn ah skeet skeet, got quick shorty, make it mother fuckin drop now, twist shorty, shake your mother fuckin back shorty, ah skeet skeet skeet, a say what, skeet skeet skeet skeet, lets get it goin, skeet skeet skeet, come on aww skeet skeet, skeet skeet skeet, ahh ahh that aint crunk enough, come on jon, alright check this out ladies, what the, its time to skeet, i mean yall came to really party tonight, we on that we on that, how many of yall ladies came to really dance tonight, we all that, where yall at, we gon take this thing over the top, now whatever i say yall gotta do, whatever i say yall gotta do, drop that ass shake that mother fucker up, now drop that ass shake that mother fucker up, lean back some mo',shake that mother fucker up, lean back some mo, shake that mother fucker up, shake that ass real hard, to the left make it right, shake that ass real hard, to the left and the right, now what u mother fuckin need you needs to say, you all need to say, we about to do this skeet, lil jon, east side boyz, we real striaght up in here tonight yall, hay hey if you with me ah get them hands up, if yall with me ah get them hands up, hey if you with me ah get them hands up, if yall with me ah get them hands up, we about to get skeet skeet come on clap your hands, clap your hands, clap your hands,clap your hands,clap your hands, i said clap your hands,clap your hands, i say clap your hands, say we gon break it down now, yeahhh, thank you ladies and gentlemen thank you for lettin' us get our.. skeet on, come on come on, eh were gonna take this thing around the country and skeet on the whole united states, come on come on, dj flex lil jon and the east side boyz, come on come on here we go, ungh....

Yo whats up, dis is Chris Rock
And i'm wit my man Lil Jon
And we stay in da club,
we live in da club,
we die in da club,
we get our car washed in da club,
we go to school in da club
we go to da cleaners in da club,
we never leave da motherfuckin club!
we go to church in da club!
we do everything in the motherfuckin club!
we pay our taxes in da club!
we go to the library in da club!

(featuring R. Kelly & Ludacris)

[R. Kelly]
Hey, hey, boom boom, hey hey, boom boom
hey hey, boom boom, hey hey, boom boom

What are we doing tonight baby?
'Bout to roll up to this club
'Bout to step up in this club
'Bout to get big in this club
'Bout to get wild in this club
[2x]

[Verse 1 - R. Kelly]
Now we about to show ya how wild it gets
When a girl at the party when she backin it
Now this girl dance fiftee 'cause she passionate
If I ask for some chips, then she stalking me
She don't mean no introduction, she's a diamond of daw
And I don't mean no janet, other way she mocking the flow
Tattoo on her backs and ready to go
Man this girl must get pimped away I'm ready too hoe
I'm going to take you out to ghetto girl around the globe
We can the kitchen door so we around the stove
In the chumps we chilling in some hotel room
I put her towels on her body and massage her toes
There ain't nothing like some sex on a friday night
But then again nothing like some sex in any night
After that gotta go got appointments girl
I'm a doctor, I got other clients girl
Now listen up close, I won't say it again
Skip a dog your cat is a man's best friend
Lil' Jon and Luda on the first paced like
from ATL we about to get it crunk tonight
Where we going?

[CHORUS]
'Bout to roll up to this club
'Bout to step up in this club
'Bout to get big in this club
'Bout to get wild in this club
[2x]

[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
Hey Kelly!
Oh damn! There go expensive Chris
At the bar behind all the most expensive shit
And his car always got the most expensive kit
So his gun always got the most extended clip
Hey! Luda Luda, I'm built to last
Nicknamed of a barrow and I'm build to blast
Since your girl ain't a freak, well you gotta convince me
Cause I'm all up in the pimp getting straight lewinsky
And smoking some of that kill billton
Me and my fucker I'm still thrill
Can't party with the women that like it deep
Refuse to cut my hair like Michael fist
Dirty word even judges say the burns are dirty
We the reason that the clubs start closing early
Walk up and watch the crowd start moving quick
And I ain't gotta pay the DJ to play my shit

[CHORUS]

[Verse 3 - Lil' Jon]
Yeah, hey, hey, hey
Will the bull pimp come man I'm sloppy drunk
I don't broke into club it's the king of crunk
Let the anal way find, and I'ma put more flow
Throw some ass in my lap and I'm good to go
I spread a shined out bottle, crack a beer
While the ladies are all robbing my neck and beard
No need to even ask it, who's the boss?
When the dreadlocks slam and the roof come off
The crunk juice got me up all night shit
And in last year making that bite shit
Not an essay calling me Loc De Niro
Stunned with my hell day, Oaklezero
Fresh by the front and I'm ready to blast
Got the dog but I knew my had to lie (ok)
BME turn millionaire, and we all like 'what what, yeah'

[CHORUS]

[Verse 4 - R. Kelly]
90 other times I would say it's over
Since the party so laugh, I can keep it going
Shit don't stop till 6 in the morning
Come 7 o'clock a nigga still ain't yawning
Baby girl leaving now on her toes
Hangover, wait a minute girl you leaving your cloth
And tickets gonna sell for a major show
If yousa a hater at the booth and the booth is closed
And move out the way I'm a Luda fan
Up north, dirty south, west eastside man
All strippers in the club stand up right now
We wanna see you shake your booty in the place right now
Where we going?

[Intro: Lil' jon and East Side Boyz]
Yeah, yeah...
Lil jon and east side boyz (that's right bitch)
Suga Free (Suga Free)
Bad Boy Snoop Dogg, Oobie wassup girl
and this nigga right here
Sing it to them Nate Dogg (HEY)(sing it man)

[Verse 1: Nate Dogg]
Back in the days I use to like bitches (uhh)
but I tell you now days Bitches Ain't Shit (Tell 'em)
and if you wonder why I say this (yeah, Yeah)
I've had a lot of women and bitches think they slick (shoop-bop ??)
sneakin' around fuckin around whenever were not around (always)
actin' all sophisticated, spending money that she didn't make (oh, ya)
I get so mad that I could slap her actin like she Cleopatra (ya ya, hey)
ain't no need to ask she's a slave to the money and I'm the master

[Hook: Nate Dogg]
That's why I smoke Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday
don't let no girl no bitch (hey) no man no nigga get in my way
I keep my gun with me (always) for peace I keep it right by my side (.45 Bitch)
Big Nate, Long Beach, won't keep, lil' jon, TIGHT BEATS, so come on let's ride!

[Verse 2: Lil' Jon]
What's up with these tryin' to play a nigga
go to court these Hoes straight slay a nigga
No more dick in yo pussy just stick with your throat
You ain't gon get no child support
playing a nigga like you my one and only two-face hoe fucking me and my homie
but i love yo gurl, naw i was just playing
you say you love me if i was just paying
why i gotta be like that, why must i chase the cat
or really why must I chase the rat
nigga fucking bitches how bout that
Won't you buy me a drink (bitch hell naw)
Let me hit yo dank? (bitch hell naw)
Won't you take me to yo crib (bitch hell naw)
Let's go to the mall (bitch hell naw)

[Hook: Nate Dogg]
Thats why I smoke Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday
don't let no girl no bitch no man no nigga get in my way
I keep my gun with me for peace I keep it right by my side
Big Nate, Long Beach, won't keep, lil' jon, TIGHT BEATS, so come on let's ride!

[East Side Boys {CORRECTIONS?}]
Pimped out JAM, tiggle it? SLAM
Pimpd out. JAM' tiggle it? SLAM
Pimpd out. JAM' tiggle it? SLAM.
Pimpd out. JAM' tiggle it? an' SLAM.

[Verse 3: Suga Free]
Now don't get me started
and never say what you wanna do
cause your just a recess pieces to get turned out too
now i can get that man back
but how you gonna sue me child support
when you ain't sat down and wrote me a rap
see you can't ride two horses wit one hand
uh oh suga free the last dinosaur from caveman ave
(you shoulda seen her) I toast to this
So she can check the track, I toast to that
You can catch him on the dance floor, I toss to this
and you know she ain't got no panties, I toss to that
Gooshie-Gooshie-Mooshie-Mooshie-Bushy- Gushy
I can tell by the way she dance she's gots a good pussy

[Hook: Nate Dogg]

[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, Let me get a glass of that
Puff Puff pass it back
Doggy Dogg with a classic rap, Blazing sacks back-to-back imagine that
I'm trying to holla at Shaniquia
Champagne for me and my peoples
VIP'ing, LBC'ing, DPG's, they'll be g's
until the end of time, and we'll continue to shine
My games gettin' bigger, It's a Wrap. chuuch my nigga

[Oobie]
Let me tell ya about a bitch
Bitches are scandalous
Bitches don't give a shit
All a bitch want is a victim of ???
You ain't get no loyalty
Cause a bitch gon always scheme
They love it when you fuck em
They love it when you leave em
Better yet when you mistreat em
For the bitch, nigga you don't need em
You bitches, ain't getting shit
'cause my ??? aint havin it

[Outro: Lil' Jon]
(Hey, hey)There you have ladies and gentlemen (there you have it)
Our description (uh huh)
of how these bitches be actin' this
Motherfucka that can't be
All i gotta say is keep it pimpin' pimpin' (keep it pimpin' pimpin')
and i don't trust these mothafuckin' hoes (oh OH)

Yo this is Chris Rock with Lil Jon, bein corrupted.
I think it's time for the bitches to get a lil lower, lower then last time.
That's right, I want you bitches to be under under.
That's right, whan you see under, be under that motherfucker.
LOW!
LOW BITCH!
Lower then a fucking pregnant ant's stomach bitch!
LOWER!
Whatchu doing standin bitch?!
GET DOWN!
Fucking incomin bitch! Incomin!
GET LOW!!

(featuring Pharrell Williams & Ying Yang Twins)

[Ying Yang Twins in background w/ ad-libs]

[Intro - Pharrell Williams]
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up! turn me up!
Yo! turn me up, turn me up! up some more!
Up - up some more! Up - up some more!
Yeah, up up some more!

[Verse - Pharrell Williams]
I walk in the club so dashin, in the latest BBC fashion
The light from the strip club flashing
Keep the sparkle in my ear rings dancing
We're hundred G makers till they cremate us
Skateboard P in the lime green gators
White chinchilla, million dollar neck glitter
Yeah I got security, see that gorilla
When you got money, it's hard to hide it
Took my hand out my pocket and watched her eyes get
Big, took a million to supersize it
All the bitches saying 'Heyyy' like my name was Issac
Why you put me on blast like that?
Shit why you shaking wit an ass like that?
Besides I wasn't really trying to smash like that
I got a girl - bitch I ain't fast like that
This Miami, time's wasting, bet that bass line keep you shaking
Look, end of the night all my niggas is waiting
Uh uh, not me ma, told ya I'm taken

[Chorus - Pharrell Williams & (Lil Jon)]
(Stick that thang out!) Some more
Uh! uh! some more, skeezer!
(Stick that thang out!) Some more
Yeah - uh! uh! some more
(Stick that thang out!) Some more
Uh! uh! some more, skeezer!
(Stick that thang out!) Some more
Hold it!! Yeah - uh! uh! some more

[Verse - Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz]
I said ain't nothing but tutti fruity
Get on the floor if ya got that booty
Shake what ya momma gave ya, shake what ya momma gave ya
I said ain't nothing but tutti fruity
Get on the floor if ya got that booty
Shake what ya momma gave ya, shake what ya momma gave ya
Dance, too much booty in your pants
Dance, too much booty in your pants
I said dance, too much booty in your pants
Dance, too much booty in your pants
Well shake that ass bitch and let me see what ya got
Well shake that ass bitch and let me see what ya got
Hey! hey! hey! I said shake it, don't break it
It took ya momma 9 months to make it
I say shake it, dont' break it
It took ya momma 9 months to make it
Well scrub the ground, scrub the ground, scrub the ground

[Pharrell] Hold it! (okay)

[Bridge - Pharrell Williams]
Hey! She really likes to party
She really likes to dance
She really likes to dance, dance, dance..

[Verse - D-Roc]
I like a fine ass bitch, a down ass bitch
A money getting bitch, I love that shit
Cause she danced in the club, and yes she gon call
If you got a little money she taking her clothes off
She dance like a muhfucking dance machine
Taking her ass to the beat for me
Nigga ain't spending more money than a lil bit
But I really love that shit, I love that shit!

[Verse - Kaine]
Yeah! thick bitch wit a drive to fuck
Get her off in the truck and she bound to suck
The ho love to bump, she don't like knee pads
She scrub em up, her legs that is
Fat puddy cat wit a head that's trill
The type of bitch have a nigga not paying bills
Fo reeeaaalll.. by our God damn selves
Fuck thirty niggas and she don't need help

[Chorus - Pharrell Williams & (Lil Jon)]
(Stick that thang out!) Some more
Uh! uh! some more, skeezer!
(Stick that thang out!) Some more
Yeah - uh! uh! some more
(Stick that thang out!) Some more
Uh! uh! some more, skeezer!
(Stick that thang out!) Some more
Hold it!! Yeah - uh! uh! some more

[Bridge]

[Outro - Lil Jon]
Dance! DANCE!! OHHH!!!
I like the way you dance girl
Just bring that shit over and dance on a nigga like me
Keep shaking that thang girl! Keep popping that thang girl!
Shaking that thang girl, popping that thang girl
Keep shaking that thang girl! keep popping that thang girl
Keep shaking that thang girl! Keep popping that thang girl!
Keep shaking that thang girl! Keep popping that thang girl!
Keep shaking that thang girl! Keep popping that thang girl!

(featuring Nas, Jadakiss, T.I., Bun B & Ice Cube)

[SIREN sounds]

[Intro: Lil' John talking]
"Yeeeeah! (Yeeeeah!) It's been a long journey getting' to
this motherfuckin' point of this Crunk Juice shit. (What?!)
But we done got to the last motherfuckin' song niggaz
(Last shit niggaz!) And I got five of the hottest motherfuckin'
emcees in the world, givin' you that gangsta shit!
IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKIN' GRAND FINALE!!!!!!"

[Verse 1: Bun B]
We growin' doja in the basement in that underwater garden (Okay)
When hereon in the bank shed, dry it 'til it harden
Make it hash up in the oven (Man), put yayo in the hot plate
Drain and dry in the freezer, it's obvious we got weight
I said hard work, that's soft work even with wet work
Built-in clientele so we ain't gotta network (Let's go)
We always got work, so we ain't gotta get work
And if you ain't gettin' your work from us you bound to get jerked
We yayo experts, we been whippin' the yola since the crackas decided to
take the coke from Coca-Cola
Hold the rollers, the king of the Trill
The underground as well, you can step in the ring when you feel
Nigga just sound the bell
Can't sound the heaters in this game, but the grind I'm lovin'
Nigga we passed all that pushin', man it's time for shovin'
I got the mask, I got the strap, soon as I find the gloves
We gonna start exposin' off like Farhrenheit 9/11

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
I'ma speak clearly 'cause I don't think they hearin' me
A nigga only fear's gettin' charged with conspiracy
I'ca get it right to ya, sticky green white to ya
Wear whatever you want, bullets goin' right through ya
If you stressin' to get buried
My niggaz'll send you back to the essence in a hurry
Sippin' Crunk Juice, blowin' Dutchies in the Chevy
Try to figure me out dawg, I'm light but I'm heavy
Yellow lemonheads in the bezzie of the presi'
And yeah, anybody'ca rock but D-Block rock steady (D-Block!)
FED's don't need no warrants 'cause y'all all informants
So I get higher than New York insurance
Try to keep shit clean like Florence
Moved on up on the East side 'cause I never lost endurance
And it's all real niggaz, if I ever get a license to carry
Shit, that's a license to kill niggaz

[Verse 3: T.I.]
I refuse to lose, I rather give these weak dudes the blues
And separate them from they jewels, teach 'em don'ts and do's
I raise tools, make crews make decisions confused
All spectators can say is, "This lil' nigga's a fool"
A short fuse with some loose screws, some unscrewed
Better prove, you niggaz pussy as the Moulan Rouge
So who guardin' who, you know who to you know what
To you know where, goin' 'gainst 'em's too unfair
'Cause everywhere you do a show he got kinfolk there
Now you know I ain't no ?, I got ten folk there
They ain't powerful as the one at the end of your prayer
Got you runnin' for your life without a minute to spare
Catch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your hair
When I go, them boys is gonna be indecent affair
Guarantee you nah a real nigga breathin' accounted
At your funeral, just your parents and the preacher was there
Hollow, television name-dropper reachin' for help
So I ain't gotta say a word, pimp you beatin' ya'self
You gon' get what you deserve for disrespectin' the game
Any nigga with the nerve to say another man name
When that other man ain't even present
And deny it when somebody ask him about it
That nigga's a lame, you like to lie on the mic
Hide behind fame, I was a G when I came
That's the way I remain

[Verse 4: Nas]
Who besides the Egyptian-walker, fuckers have a conniption
My existence persistent to bring foes misfortune
I dazzle 'em, like the alderman, Billy Dee in Mahogany, minus the perm
From the tiniest sperm that the mightiest The Almighty can muster
Project prophet, chronic blockage gives Alzheimer's to youngsters
Amongst them is me, can't remembers my beefs
With who? For what? They screw-face me up, my boo laced me up
Bolinsiaga, flimsy condo with bimbos in south of Kalan Gro in pimp mode
The inf' glow on his clothes and you know it's over
Hammer hit pin, pin hit shell, from the shell the slug gonna chew ya
Try not to lose me, I try not to lose'ya
Mamma say mamma sa mu makasa, fly to Cuba
To chill with some politi-kill niggaz who ill
'Cause y'all niggaz are losers, don't get comfortable nigga
Say hello to Mr. Bad Guy, get that cash par, I'm the last don
You'll ever know so, here you go y'all can take these thoughts
Anyway I'm chargin' emcees a late fee cost
So when y'all done with my style, please break me off
But never make Nas mad just in case cross
'Cause ah, lately y'all don't make me happy
To calm my nerve I need the herb GNC don't carry

[Verse 5: Ice Cube]
Who the fuck is that? It's Ice Cube motherfucka
He's a maniac, no I'ma fool motherfucka
Old school motherfucka, blow through a motherfucka
What you heard about a nigga so true motherfucka
See I'm ugly and prettay, I'm polished and grittay
Shoot better than that nigga that tried to kill 50
See, niggaz get shittay when I come to their cittay
When I hit the spot that bitch they like -- she cummin' with me
Cause I got an ego big as TO, but I'm not an Eagle
Bitch, I roll with Rigo 'cause gangstas don't dance we boogie
I told you motherfuckas Kobe didn't take that pussy
Get money, get paid, you can beat that shit
Even if the DA is a piece'a shit
Colorado got movatos, don't eat that shit
Another White bitch lyin' on thee Black dick
I keep it flippin' like flapjacks, pimpin' like black 'Lacs
Give niggaz flashbacks, they sweaty as ass cracks
When I hit the tar mat, it feel like a carjack
Niggaz get out and vanish like Star Treks
So fuckin incredible, I'm so fuckin' credible
No matter what happen, I'll never turn federal
And that's my report comin' straight from Cali