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20.03.2007 |
1. | Intro |
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4. | Slide In Slide Out |
5. | Lock Me Down |
6. | Marrero (feat. Shoeshine & Reality) |
7. | Rollin' To Det |
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9. | Rich Boy |
10. | They Don't Know (feat. Nina Sky) |
11. | Who Sheed |
12. | Fist Rock |
13. | Do What It Do (feat. Dappa, Marty Bee and Lil' Hidda) |
14. | Good Juge |
15. | A Rose |
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This is the way I live.
Lil’ Boy still pushin’ big wheels
I stack my money, lay low, and chill.
Don’t need to work hard that’s the way I feel, I feel, I
This is the way I live.
Lil’ Boy still pushin’ big wheels
I stack my money, lay low, and chill.
Don’t need to work hard that’s the way I feel, I feel, I
This is the way I live.
Six months later now we’re big dog status.
Name elevated but I still act average.
Rockin’ shows in Dallas, ball like I play for the Mavericks.
West Bank rapper and I’m one of the baddest.
French Rivera spot and I’m getting in shape man.
I think I’m Super M-a-n without a cape man.
Ridin’ all day hustlin’; all for the cake man.
I’m a Benjamin stack one inch taller than Great Danes.
First they made cheap Ray-Ban like a felon.
I’m growin’ up now spittin’ hotter than Mohellans
I’m a steal every girl ever gon’ to fly.
I’m a young little dude, stay runnin’ from cops.
Emerald Row is the place where I got my props.
People love me in da hood they don’t want me to stop.
So uhh, that’s the only way I know how to rock.
And I’m a stay rappers like won’t stop ‘til I drop.
This is the way I live.
Lil’ Boy still pushin’ big wheels
I stack my money, lay low, and chill.
Don’t need to work hard that’s the way I feel, I feel, I
This is the way I live.
Lil’ Boy still pushin’ big wheels
I stack my money, lay low, and chill.
Don’t need to work hard that’s the way I feel, I feel, I
This is the way I live.
I I’s Baby Boy and I done it again.
I’m ridin fly with D-Wizzle in ‘cedes Benz
Twenty two wanna ride with the ladies then
Red Bull, Grey Goose, now the ladies bent
Now we go and do a thing under a shady tent
And they don’t question what I say cause I’m a ladies pimp.
See this little one right here this fellow got stripes.
And I is represent, my rail room for life.
Money in my pocket but I still act trife
While I in da club they say the parlor ain’t right.
Look I’m-doing great that’s the way I feel.
Hustlin’ hard all day that’s the way I live.
This is the way I live.
Lil’ Boy still pushin’ big wheels
I stack my money, lay low, and chill.
Don’t need to work hard that’s the way I feel, I feel, I
This is the way I live.
Lil’ Boy still pushin’ big wheels
I stack my money, lay low, and chill.
Don’t need to work hard that’s the way I feel, I feel, I
This is the way I live.
This the two-seat rider with the ketchup inside.
Red pepper paint must believe my ish ride.
They pause like stop signs when they rollin’ up.
Cause’ when the doors open up, they open UP.
I’m Lamboin’ it I was stashed, off stage I’m throwin’ it.
Cause they say I’m like Katrina with money, I blow the shhhh.
Real been gravy, three years out of da eighties.
Solos, shabo’s valley animals played it.
Commodores mirages, not the Nike hirages.
It cost 250 on up to put your foot inside this.
Y’all was wearing rocks that was my time to shine.
Don’t give me viesels y’all thinkin’ this McDonalds size.
I been fly I I I I I I I I from the crib to the ri I I I I I de
Fifty-Four inch screens 26 inches from the ceiling dude.
The plasma look like a projector up in da livin’ room homie!
This is the way I live.
Lil’ Boy still pushin’ big wheels
I stack my money, lay low, and chill.
Don’t need to work hard that’s the way I feel, I feel, I
This is the way I live.
Lil’ Boy still pushin’ big wheels
I stack my money, lay low, and chill.
Don’t need to work hard that’s the way I feel, I feel, I
This is the way I live.
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[Intro:]
Fresh we goin back home on this one right here ya heard me
See the ladies was buckin from left to right
And the dudes was thuggin from side to side
It was a bum, bum bum, bum, bum bum snap
And a ickeh ickeh fresh and i added a clap
1, 2 baby boy test the mic
And get the party jumpin for the rest of the night
[Chorus:]
Homie I'm so fresh and I'm so clean
My wrist on bling with a fresh so lean
Hundred dolla jeans with a grill on bean
With a bundle in my jeans and its real homie
Nawmeen ay ay nawmeen [x4]
[Verse 1:]
I step up in the club lookin freshin than them other
Ice so bright make ya eyes stevie wonder
Way down under at the bottom of the boot
I just gotta keep it real I just gotta speak
the truth (speak the truth)
I'll floss on you bitchez doin 90 on the free
gettin lost on you bitchez
If you less than 500 ima boss on you bitchez
Hustle hustle real hard rick ross on you bitchez
If ya carrots aint high I dont wanna see ya jewelry
Cuz my shit shinny and ya'll be all blurry
I had to get up on ya I had to do my thing
Cuz I's so fresh and I's so clean
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I'm back up in the spot, cleaner than a whistle
Count my diamonds on my neck homeboy not no
crystals
Nigga im the shit better pass me the tissue
Red monkeys on my ass baby boy its official (its official)
I'll rock on you bitchez and my sickas dont stop
Ima watch on you bitchez
Big rims big truck gon' go knock on you bitchez
It's goin down right now yung joc on you bitchez
If you aint countin stacks you aint fly like me
If you aint roll in the deck you cant ride with
me
Niggaz spit to spare clean neva eva trifflin
Holla at my nigga soul cuz the nigga on bling
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Walkin everywhere dustin off myself
Time to flawn on you bitchez time to show my wealth
Got a loft that I bought got a condo in new york
Spendin boo cool money but i gotta play it smart (play it smart)
I'm high maintain on you bitchez in a different
kind of whip switchin lanes on you bitchez
And I know you niggaz hear I do my thang on you
bitchez
I like my beat down low like the king on you
bitchez
If ya cars dont cost about 80, 90 thousand
Cuz my whips cost more than some of ya'll houses
I got my grill and high bean with a fresh white
tee and I'm still so fresh, nawmeen?
[Chorus]
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[Chorus: x2]
Girl I Wanna Hold You,
Never Would Replace You,
Even Wann Kiss You,
Yeah I Wanna Taste You,
Your Everything I've Prayed For,
Dreamed, And I Wait For,
Cuz You My Everything,
And My Everything Is You.
See I Met You On Monday,
One Day After Sunday,
I Saw You In The Hood,
And I Knew Dat It Was One Thing,
That I Had To Get You,
That I Had To Have You,
In My Possession I Just Wanted To Grab You,
Take You To Some Places That You Ain't Ever Been Girl,
On A Camon Island Where We Could Do Our Thing Girl,
Sex On The Beach Love,
Deeper Than A Anchor,
Girl I Wanna Have Ya Screamin Mornin Like A Sailor,
Baby Take My Hand, While Were Walkin Through The Sand,
I'm In A Situation Where I Finally Understand,
I'm On The Rite Path, I'm Goin The Right Angle,
And If Ya Keep It Up, Girl You Can Be My Main Boat.
[Chorus: x2]
Girl I Wanna Hold You,
Never Would Replace You,
Even Wann Kiss You,
Yeah I Wanna Taste You,
Your Everything I've Prayed For,
Dreamed, And I Wait For,
Cuz You My Everything,
And My Everything Is You.
Now Da Day Is Tuesday,
I Made You My Boo Babe,
Your Always On My Mind,
I Jus Gotta Call You Too Babe,
I Do Whateva You Say,
Due To U Baby,
I Wanna Kiss You Everywhere,
I Wanna Drive You Crazy,
Bring You To The Mall, Take You On A Shopping Spree,
Spendin Limit Zero You Can Buy Everything,
Any Trickin If U Gotta It,
Baby U Can Get Bread,
Breakin Bread For My Princess,
U No A Nigga Wit Dat, So I Took My Fit Cap All The Way On Left Side,
Tell That She Loves Me,
Look My Up In My Eyes,
My Heart For You Is Big Girl,
Blowin Up By Size,
I Really Wanna Take It Slow But It Was Love At First Site.
[Chorus: x2]
Girl I Wanna Hold You,
Never Would Replace You,
Even Wann Kiss You,
Yeah I Wanna Taste You,
Your Everything I've Prayed For,
Dreamed, And I Wait For,
Cuz You My Everything,
And My Everything Is You.
Meetin On A Wednesday,
Hop Up In My Benz Babe,
Its The Third Day, So I Call It Da Romance Day,
Kiss & Huggin Wubbin Baby Girl I'm Romantic,
A Flower In Ya Mouth, Rose Pedals Everywhere,
Candle Light Dinna, And Some Berries That We Share,
I Wanna Grip Ya Hips And I Wanna Kiss Ya Lips,
Dance Wit You Baby,
Make You Walk With A Dip,
I Wanna Do It Slowely Girl Im An Og,
Come On Top Da Kid,
Baby Girl Put It On Me,
I'm Real In Da Sheets, Dis Nigga Neva Phony,
When I Give It To U Girl,
You Juss Wanna Call Me Daddy,
Cut The Bullshit, Girl Lets Get Married.
[Chorus x4]
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