Be Quiet

Shhh, Be quiet, Be quiet now

I don't care about your stance, there's a noise ordinance
When you ride by my house I don't want to have to pee in my pants
I know you like it loud and you must be very proud
But can you please try and keep it down
In the middle of the night peepin' and creepin'
Rattling your trunk while the rest of us are sleepin'
So, for the record I don't wanna hear that noise
That is, of course, unless you're maxin' and pumpin' Oooh Boyz

Check 1, 2 ... 1, 2, 1 - stop
Lil Rod and the Oooh Boyz ridin' on top
While you was on the street with you're music bumpin'
We was at your house with your girlfriend humpin', thumpin'
No need to fuss, no need to holla
I know it's a shock 'cause you thought you was a baller
But, you can't be a baller with your trunk rattlin'
And your music blastin' and your windows shattrin'
In your pimped out ride - ridin' through the hood thinkin' you so fly
It aint happenin' - naw
Not when you're playin' all that noise
If you just turn it down you'd be rollin' like the Oooh Boyz

Gangsta HoDown

Hi, ya'll! - When you're pig's prettier than your wife...

It's a gangsta hodown - keep it on the lowdown
It's a gangsta hodown - yo, we likes to throw down
It's a gangsta hodown - keep it on the low

Doh-see-doh that ho, whatcha know
You gots to keep it kickin' yo with my flow
I got a down south southern spectacular
Redneckin' it up with my southern vernacular
Fixin' to do this, fixin' to do that
I'll take a chicken or a pig - yo, it's tit for tat
Suckin' down a Zima like a real man
Pullin' out my gun and gettin' rowdy as I can
I solely affect the murder per capita
So I'd step back if I was ya

But I got to be real, I'm a glorified gangsta with a southern appeal

So, ring around my rosey, ho
I got the biggest belt buckle if ya didn't know
Yo, it guards whats down below
I'll lick and switch from toe to toe
Watermelon and grits, all my kibbles and bits
Oooh Boyz are like cashmir, yo, we tight knit
So, yee-haw on my see-saw
I just want to know who shot my paw
We're southern gangstas that don't care about the law
Like John Deere we're rough and raw

But I got to be real, I'm a glorified gangsta with a southern appeal

Holster Hunnies

SneakyD up in this mug and I gots to thug
Sneakin' out on everybody as I cut some rug
That's right you heard me, you aint sportin' earplugs
One more life wasted, you're graves already dug
Try to face me and I'll pull out my steel, which I named Lucille
Screw the blues, babygirl, 'cause this is for real - that's right
Can you dig it, can you dig it
It's one more night in one more city
I'm gonna squeeze your mass, I'm gonna pull your triggy
Straight in the face of imminent doom
I'm gonna feed you your pride with a silver spoon

I get a Mac steppin' up to me
I'll pistolwhip his lip with my HolsterHunny
In my grip, don't slip, watch ya tongue
You don't wanna trip, son, you're still young

Aw yeah watch what you say or the HolsterHunnies come out to play

Lyrically, I'm off the heezy, but the girls still think I'm sleezy
My HolsterHunny will make you queezy
Don't be frontin' or I'll pass you over to SneakyDeezy
My Smith & Wesson don't ask no questions
Prayers are curses and bullets are blessin's
Billy Jean's not my lover, but she's always there with me undercover
Ya'll won't have a chance to see another
When she busts a cap for this OB brother, aint no other

I'm tall, I'm imposin', all I'm trying to do is keep them hoes in
Line after line, checkin' all they behinds
Gotta keep 'em fresh 'cause they servin' the front lines

Hot Ass Mess

Hot Ass Mess, God bless, you a Hot Ass Mess, girl

But, when I'm feelin' kinda lonely and I'm startin' to get boney
Give you a call on your phoney, no balogna
I take you to Shoney's
Forget them fancy restaurants
'Cause a Big Mac combo is what ya want
You a Hot Ass Mess, girl
And you know it and you aint afraid to show it

Blush, mascara, lip stick, you scara me
With your Hot Ass Mess

Girl, you a double-bagger but I got to have ya
I like a rough and raw female with a budy full of junk mail
Paint on ya toenails, chipped up like hell
I'm buyin' whatcha sale
I like a ho that's been to jail
You a Hot Ass Mess

I Hate Love

I like a girl with short hair
And a real nice pair
I want to caress them
But you kept callin' me
I'd like to call you a stalker
Why can't ya just leave me alone?
Now you callin' me, textin' me, with no tonality
We don't know what ya sayin' and how ya sayin' it, girl

I Hate Love
You broke my heart, girl
I think it's broken, you still want it?
Yes, I do

Girl, I knew from the first time I metcha
That I'd betcha you'd be my one and always
I wanna fly you 'round the world
And show you other women and girls that I don't want
Girl, I want to place you on a pedestal
But you can be so cruel
You make me feel the fool for lovin' you
But I keep comin' back to you, it feels like voodoo

I Hate Love
Yes, I do
Broke my heart in two
Girl, I got gangrene of the heart
Yes, we do

It Aint Mine Girl

Aw yeah the congregation must rise!

It Aint Mine Girl
But it's got your nose
Was I just another ho?
You said we'd take it slow
It Aint Mine Girl and now ya know

Unfortunately, my infidelity has ended up most indelibly
You've gotten big and round and to me the sound
Of your voice has become an attribute that drags you down
You used to be attractive, but now I think you slackin'
'Cause you carryin' around the world's largest hacky-sack
In front of everyone and I think that's whack, girl, and then some
I don't appreciate you cuttin' me no slack, and givin' me flack
I think you need to step back

It Aint Mine Girl
You said you'd always be here
I've cried so many tears
I had one too many beers
It Aint Mine Girl and now ya know

Babydoll, you look cutes
From your head to your boots
I had just wanted to squeeze your juicy fruits
You we're supposed to be my LoveBitch
Now you makin' a switch
Your filopian tubes, yeah, they're startin' to twitch
As your tummy starts to swell, I can tell
That in nine months you won't be doin' too well
But, I digress, and yet I must stress
That your thighs, babygirl, aren't lookin' their best
So, don't try to holla at me with your pregnancy
I moved on, girl, 'cause our love was in its infancy

It Aint Mine Girl
We moved way too fast
I knew it wouldn't last
But the DNAs a match
It Aint Mine Girl and now ya know

LoveBitch

Girl, everytime I see you on the dance floor, shakin' yo booty
I want some mo', wanna take you home
I won't give you my address but my cell phone
Everytime you wanna hook up give me a call
Getcha down on tha lick, lick, lick - just ring 'em on his celly
All I wanna do from the time I met choo was take you down
Down to Love Town and my crotch
It's a long way - nipple

Girl, all today I was thinkin' 'bout you
And what to say to you tonight - ooh, baby
All I wanna do is slip a Quaalude in your drink and do it right
We talkin' date rape
If I had a watch I'd tell you the time
But I don't I just want to rub your lips
Gotta pretty mouth - slip a Quaalude in your drink
I like a bitch that's unconscious

Pimpsicle

Hardcore street gangsta

Pimpsicle, cool as a Pimpsicle

I scream, you scream, girl you know that you dream
'Bout that pimpsicle, tickle your soul, I'm on a roll
Let's take a trip down your rabbit whole
Like Alice in Wonderland, me and this gangsta band
Gone take you on a trip, so slip and slide
And get ready to see my chill pimp, player side
Ice down your nips and grease your lips
Prepare for my pimpsicle
So chill, girl, you know you my world
But don't front bitch, 'cause I will cut a bitch,
So, watch your mouth bitch
'Cause I'm cool as a Pimpsicle before it gets licked

Even if I kill somebody
Pimpsicle, cool as a Pimpsicle
Even if I steal somethin'
Pimpsicle, cool as a Pimpsicle

I'm walkin' down my block and you know I don't stop
For anybody anything 'cause I got me a glock
I got Tech-9s, feel fine, nestled all the time against my behind
And there's others that you might find
Like my shotgun, for fun, pump pump, gun gun
I got you in my sites, give me somthin' to snipe
So I aint gotta use my pipes
'Cause they deadly in this state of paranoia
You won't catch me trippin' or slippin' or flippin'
'Cause I'm too busy Bicardi Breezin' pimpin
That's why I'm limpin'
'Cause all these guns tend to crimp my styles
And all the while I'm cool as a Pimpsicle

Pump U Like A Reebok

Mmm, girl, it's a shame you havin' a pity party

Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump you like a Reebok

I need a girl with a week mentality
One who don't mind a little brutality
I'm drunk, I'm ruthless, I like 'em toothless
Girl, put on your sexual socks
I'll excite you like pop rocks
I'm made for your mouth, so go down south for the flava

Here we go
Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump you like a Reebok

1 -10, said I couldn't do it again
But, girl, you know I lied
I was on the flip side
And this is NTB 'til the day that I die
In the back of my Coup DeVille
It's broken down but it's still kill
Girl, it's in the yard on 2x4s
But that's ok 'cause they want some mo'
Didn't pas highschool but that's ok
'Cause the NTB's sucka here to stay

Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump you like a Reebok
It's a snug fit

SneakyDevious

SneakyDevious is out on the town
SneakyDevious he likes to get around

SneakyDevious, mischievous, that's how you gotta be if you wanna run with us
Sayin' one thing, and doing another
Takin' candy from a baby, and lyin' to ya mother
Makin' long distance calls from your best friend's house
His girl walks in, you lookin' down her blouse
"Hey, girl" - Your boyfriend's a no show?
How 'bout you and me, he aint gotta know
That's just how it goes, smooth like my flow
Every event an opportunity to angle
Born in USA, branded star-spangled
Always got something up my sleeve
Yo, it pays to be sneaky
You can trust me to be SneakyD

SneakyD is just like a theif in the night
You don't hear them comin' until they're outta sight
They come across as virginal angels
But all they want to do is connive and mangle
Your heart, your mind, your body and soul
Yo, they too hot to handle, too cold to hold
SneakyD is undermining, double-timing
You'll be whining, yo, 'cause they'll be lying
To you, your friends, and your family, it's insanity
Oh, the calamity
Scratch their back but they won't scratch yours
They do dealings under tables and behind closed doors
S-N-E-A-K-Y to the Devious, yeah, believe us

Sweatin' Yo Luv

We once shared a low carbohydrate powerbar
But now you left me with an emotional scar
Drippy, drip, raindrop, drizzle
Girl, those aint tears that's yo' sweat for shizzle

Our sweatbands are interlocked in a union of soul
I wasn't gone say nothin', girl, but I gotta be bold
Your calves, your gluts, your mammory glands
I just wanna caress you with my perspiring hands

Wigga Please

From day one I wanted to be black
They thought I was no good, they thought I was a hack
A lotta people, lotta times, said some hurtful things
I'm gonna make 'em take it back and then scream
At the top of my lungs, I know I'm white yo
But, I'm takin' the plunge into fortified territory
'Cause black seems more fun
Gotta blend in, earn my homies respect
Gotta, gotta, gotta constantly
Keep my cracker vernacular in check, ya see
'Cause if I don't they gonna notice me
They gonna notice that I'm white and pastey as can be
I been workin' on my walk, workin' on my talk
Grabbin' at my crotch, limpin' around and spittin' on the sidewalk
But most of all I've been walkin' tall - hey, hey
I'm gonna infiltrate the urban underground
I'm gonna set 'em up and then I'll knock 'em down
They gonna be so impressed with me
That they gonna forget and overlook the irony
I might be white to the naked eye but I'm gonna be black to the day I die

Wigga Please
I don't think you understand I wanna be black more than anything
Wigga Please
I don't think you understand I'm gonna act black 'cause I don't give a damn

Aw yeah, don't know why you tryin' to trip
You from the suburbs, son, you aint no crip
I'll tell ya right, I'm straight up white
But I grew up in the hood every day and every night

Yo, MCYT, don't know why you tryin' to front on me
You jus' bein' a punk on me
We on the same team 'cause we like the bling-bling
Why don't you step to my gat, kiss the barrel, lick it clean

You my wegro or what?

Figure, figure, all for the white man none for the wigger
I'm half black so you know I'm half bigger
Both ya'lls better step back or I gotta squeeze my trigger

Yeah, so anyway I bump through my hood
MY HOOD!
Yeah, yo hood whatever
Anyway, I come bumpin' through you hood
Blastin' my beats like a Pimpsicle should
If I cross the street to get into a brawl
I slow down to bring traffic to a crawl

Ah damn, you think I can't see?
Don't know why you frontin' like you my homey

Don't hate the wigger, yo, just hate the game
Just let it ride homey if it's all the same

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