Альбом Lil Boosie

Im Tired Of All These Bitch Ass Niggas Asking Me When Im Gone Drop I Got You Niggas Now Say Mel And T Gone Get This Shit Pressed Up Im Ready Nigga Im Tired Of These Niggas Asking Me They Like Look Boosie When You Gone Drop Right Now Boosie Is You Gone Flop Nigga Uh Uh Boosie Where You Been Nigga I Been On The Block In The Studio Or Sellin Blocks Whatever It Takes To Make A Knot I Aint Fucking With These Double Dist. The Whole World Lovin This Bow Down And Suck Dis Dick You Other Rappers Fuckin Tricks 14 Im 15 I Told You That I Had A Dream 16 Or 17 I Was Sellin Crack To Crack Fiends I Live This Shit So Gitty Right My Phone Want Let Me Sleep At Night My Razor Phone Is Pre-Paid Them Nextels Thay Like Aids They Dangerous Gangsterouslike All My Niggas Who Hang Wit Us All My Niggas Who Bang Wit Us Were Trill Entertainment Change Wit Us I Made You Wait Until The Winter Now I Got You Cold 2006 Im In This Bitch Now I Got Control Gucci Shades Thats What I Floss Wit My Bitch Dont Run The Shop She Go In And Shop For Raw Shit I Told Asilum Fuck Dis Lets Hit Em With A Double Dist. Me And Lil Webbie We Drop Mo Hits Than Snoop Dogg And Ludacris You Aint Heard About This Boosie Shit Open Ya Ears When Ya Open Welcome To Trill Nigga Man I Been Hot Selling Out The Stores But I Always Lose My Ceo Love To Fuck Wit Gangstas I Dont Affiliate Wit Hoes First I Gotta Do My Polo Shows That Gone Be Hell Gotta Do My Interviews Like 50 That Gone Make Lil B Sell Gotta Ease My Mind With Recent Keys Down In Atl Gotta Leave Some Work To Be In Trail Before The Judge Send Me To Hell Im Thugged Out What You Cant Tell Was Drugged Out But Now Im Well Dont Smoke Nuthin Dont Drink Nuthin You Play Me Im Gone Spank Something Since Eyes Are Gone My Feelings Gone Mayne They Did My Nigga Wrong If You Think That You The Sickest Confess And Say You Did It This Album Gone Be The Sickest Thats On My Pops He Put That Dangalang In My Momma 9 Months Later I Dropped He Told Me Never Smoke Rocks Told Me How To Hate Cops He Watching Over Me The Bad Ass Drop Here Go Bad Ass Pops Daddywatch Over Me The Bad Ass Drop And Momma Aint Gotta Work No Mo Beleive Dat (Boosie When You Gone Drop Right Now Boosie Is You Gone Flop Nigga Uh Uh Boosie Where You Been Nigga I Been On The Block In The Studio Or Selling Blocks What Ever It Takes To Make A Knot X2) Im Sicker Than A Nigga Wit A Hundred Bricks Watch Lil Boosie Run Dis Shit We Dick Hoes Down In For Hours

(Talking)
yea we finna set it off in this mutha fucka
(set it off in this mutha fucka)
Im finna put you bitch ass niggas in the trash or in the dumpster.Im tired of you bitch ass niggas ya'll annoying me right now for real nigga.

Chorus:
You wanna talk shit? You wanna run ya mouth? You want some ganstas in front yo mutha fuckin house?
We'll set this bitch off.(set this bitch off)
We'll set this bitch off.(set this bitch off)

Verse 1:
They call me Bad Azz. And I'll punish you. You aint my equal we aint people. I aint warnin' you. Since 98' i grabbed my plate up off the lunch table. I told moma im thuggin outside. We dont need cable.
Now Im the nipple on the titty. Im the motor called a Hemi. Im that V-12 in that 760. You niggaz bitches. We real niggaz wit G-codes. Love to go in "Beast Mode".
We thuggin'. We all got bread so if we fall we the crutches. We the dodo in the dutches. Im the photo in that camera. Im the pistol when it stamp ya. I got the sickest beamer. I got the sickest Magnum. I got the sickest Charger. Ya'lls 30. Mine 40. I told you niggaz let me get me. Before u get stretched in street. This the day that you gone be deceased for playin' wit a beast. I told Turk take off my "?cot?" Im finna take it there. You niggaz aint play in my projects ya'll played at the fair. Trill Entertainment. Thats my thug there. Thats love there.
D.A. dont search my house cuz aint no mutha fuckin drugs there. We smart wit shit. We got retarted with this shit. 2 deuces in my shoes. I set it off up in this bitch.

chorus:
Set it off in this mutha fucka.(set it off)
My clique all dogs bitch dont make us set it off.
Set it off in this mutha fucka.(set it off)
You jumpin like a frog we'll put you on the wall
Set it off in this mutha fucka.(set it off)
My clique all dogs bitch dont make us set it off.

Verse 2:

Mayne I be thuggin. I be fresh. I be super clean. With Gucci shades and some J's you aint neva seen. The racecar jacket wit bout 80 fuckin patches . And the car to match it.
Tony Stewart is a classic. Ya'll penny pinchin' niggaz. We spendin' on ya'll niggaz.Call Savage from the back come pour some Henny on these niggaz. Mayne and you dont wanna fuck wit me. I learned from the streets/ I roll with my heat. Neva turned on my streets cuz Im gutta. Came out my moma a hustla. Been thru the rain and the pain. Now Im a dirty mutha fucka. I heard a mutha fucka set it off in this bitch. Ya'll niggaz coughin in this bitch. We flossin in this bitch. and I walk real well. FUCK GOIN TO JAIL. Come home and set it off and get ya mail nigga. I gotta mind full of evil thoughts. Dont get yo people caught around my people house. Cause believe me Ima Set It Off

chorus:
Set it off in this mutha fucka.(set it off)
My clique all dogs bitch dont make us set it off. 2x
Set it off in this mutha fucka.(set it off)
You jumpin like a frog we'll put you on the wall
Set it off in this mutha fucka.(set it off)
My clique all dogs bitch dont make us set it off.

Verse 3:

Oh you "Bucked Up and Fucked Up" but you aint got no iron. Dont even respect your elders so aint respectin mine. But Ima hit u wit dat 9. Put some sense in you nigga. SHoulda put sumthin on yo ass when you was a lil nigga. But you want play with real niggaz. Well set it off.
You scared to let it off. Plus yo dady wasnt no dawg. Yo moma had more heart then yo daddy bitch ass. He aint gone set nuthin off. Thats what made you soft. BitchU want come in that South? Where it get dumb in drought. Where niggaz wild out like O-Dogg. And run in yo house. And runnin' yo mouth is crucial watch what you say bout Boosie. Cuz Boosie tote Oozies. And his hitman foolish. I aint neva had shit. But I can fuck a bad bitch. Quicker than u can count to six. 1,2,3,4,5,6 she hit. I dont play. I lay laws. You my size? I break jaws. I get disrespected at all. I Set It Off
NIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAA

Set it off in dis mutha fucka.
Dont make me let it off in this mutha fucka.
And you gone respect a dawg up in dis mutha fucka.

Cuz Ill set it off.
I set it off in dis mutha fucka.

Dont make me let it off in this mutha fucka.
And you gone respect a dawg up in dis mutha fucka.

Cuz Ill set it off

(Thanks to Jason for these lyrics)

(feat. Yung Joc)

Lil Boosie bad ass
Yung Jok we got a hit lets go baby

{Chorus}

EveryBody like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
{Zoom} They on them dubs like {zoom}
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom

{Lil Bossie}

I'm Boosie Bad Ass
and i'll zoom right by you
760 parna Crispy Cream on the tire
smoke that fire
purple cush by the pound
ask my dog Webbie
this is how it goes down
from my hood to yo hood
man we making money
in the club we poppin bottles
the room we hitting models
rollin throught the bottem
all the kids holla 'Boosie'
this life a nigga livin
like im staring in a movie
fresh out the jacozzi
a little powder on my chest
got thirth on my neck
turkey mell just cut ya check
now im zoomin in my Charger
on them 24's
got a thing about BigHead and Pimp
so slow ya roll
ice cold from my neck to my wrist
we gettin paid
on my feet i got them J's
play with me i got them things
red Gucci shades
me and Jok gettin paid
now the whole United stated
takin pictures all day

{Hook}

Fresh pair of J's
I hit the club stuttin

With a Fresh pair of shades
Makin that money

EveryBody gettin paid
And everything lovely

And im doing my thing
My thing
My thing

{Chorus}

EveryBody like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
{Zoom} We on them dubs like {zoom}
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
We walk off in the club like

{Yung Jok}
Every day im hustlin
They think im Rick Ross
As soon i ?
tell the hoes to get lost
a lot of niggas mad
they all pissed off
If a nigga think he bad
tell him 'Jump' like 'Chris Cross'
? tag
what the wrist cost
slurg and trick
help break us off
this my nigga Bossie
he tell you what it is
face card good
cuz the face card trill
if you got a problem
i suggest you head home
you in the red zone
get ya head gone
dont he me on the chirp
thats the fed phone
talkin bout the work
nigga you dead wrong
i keep them beams
for them ?
no hoes on team
i like my clothes chrisp and clean
i like my doe chrisp and clean
64 on lean
that my nigga
get that work for them fens

{Hook}

Fresh pair of J's
I hit the club stuttin

With a Fresh pair of shades
Makin that money

EveryBody gettin paid
And everything lovely

And im doing my thing
My thing
My thing

{Chorus}

EveryBody like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
{Zoom} we on them dubs like {zoom}
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
We walk off in the club like

{Lil Bossie}
Ii be zoomin in my drop top
mobbin through the city
fresh fad
fresh J's
with two bad bitches
one named Sara
one named Tina
together they make weather like Katrina
they a fool shawty
red she a ruff rider
she get on back on back of that motorbike
and all you see is back on that motorbike
i drive fast car
they call me Nascar
{ya feel me}
but im in love with that hemi
get retared
in Farriers
i get loose in the coup
paranoid like Pac
so i keep that glock
when i Zoom Zoom
man after that
lets get a room room
{i'm VIP}
i need a Dime Piece
a fine brezzy
get on back
you can ride on the bike
or in the 'Lac
{hum broad}
now we got everybody zoomin
the lil kids zoomin
look like you got a hit Boosie {yeah}

{Hook}

Fresh pair of J's
I hit the club stuttin

With a Fresh pair of shades
Makin that money

EveryBody gettin paid
And everything lovely

And im doing my thing
My thing
My thing

{Chorus}

EveryBody like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
{Zoom} we on them dubs like {zoom}
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
We walk off in the club like
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH {yeah}
We in here {we in here}
Get off the pettel like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
{Zoom} And all my gurlz like {zoom}
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
{Zoom} And all my thugs like {zoom}
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
Look at it
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom

[Lil boosie]
I thank these niggas scared of me, its cool though.
nigga bump my shit wont even holla at me, i bump yo shit ima holla at u. but fuck it im a real nigga

befo i lay me down to sleep i kno that they dont want no beef (i thank these niggas scared x2)
i wanna thank god for blessin me to hit u wid this recipe yea, u got mo bread than me bitch, but i kno u scared of me bitch, dont wanna holla, bitch im bout a dolla, i came so sick now ima problem(problem child) cant get no features on my album niggas scared of lil boo, so when they ask me wut it do ima tell em fuck you, and when they mention me its negative its never positive nigga doubt and talk about me but i got a lot of skills
gotta live though, and make dese niggas succas yall rappin and rhymin i tell life stories mutha fucka you thank that u can hold me back, bitch i been retarded, and i got respect regardless if i dont hit the red carpet (how you love dat) im fixin to make em catch hell you saww dat double xl, me and my lil niggas fixin ta school up baby g anda real nigga this game a nigga got i put u hoes on my track, had them hoes sellin top and bottom, that mouth and that cat

[chorus]
all you niggas wanna be killas, betta know what you doin x2 open ya eyes while you shootin (ole scarry azz nigga)all you rappas wanna be actors, betta stay in da movies x2 and dont fuck around wid boosie (i think they scared, mayne i think dese niggas scared)

(Thanks to patrick for these lyrics)

[Bridge:]
Dats what they like
Oh u like dat huh
Dats what they like
Oh u like dat huh
Dats what they like
Oh u like that huh
Dats what they like

[Verse 1:]
Lil nigga big name, big watch, and big chain,
Big o big earrings, blang dats what they like
Oh she like dat huh dats what they like
Oh u like dat huh dats what they like
Paint drips, big whips, big dawgs wit dem big chips
Dem big guns dem big clips
Oh u like dat huh dats what they like
Oh u like dat huh dats what they like
Candy paint, sippin syrup, 26's on the curb
Whole click flippin birds (girl)
And u like dat huh dats what they like
Oh u like dat huh dats what they like
Dolla signs, rubba bands roun cash
Mayne u got a ole lady still takin care yo ass
And u like dat huh dats what they like
And u like dat huh huh dats what like
Going fishin on the banks of Mississippi
Everything u tell that nigga he listen that nigga trippin
But u like dat huh dats what they like
Oh u like dat huh dats what they like
When u lookin good (whoo) dats what they like
When u smellin good (whoo)
U respect lil b in every hood (whoo) dats what they like
Dey like lil boosie spit dat real shit
Dats what they like

[Chorus:]
Girl u like dat huh dats what they like
Girl u like dat huh dats what they like
Girl u like dat huh dats what they like
Girl u like dat huh huh, dats what they like

[Verse 2:]
I den threw up in the charger
I kno u hear dat hemi
Stop in front yo house and tell u jump in it (fo real)
And u like dat huh dats what they like
And u like dat huh dats what they like
Leather seats, gettin fucked on the beach
Nigga hit u fo two hours and put u to sleep
But u like dat huh dats what they like
Oh u like dat huh dats what they like
Lookin good, smellin good,niggas spect lil b in every hood
I hold it down for Baton Rouge
And they like dat huh, dats what they like
And they like dat huh dats what they like
Gucci shades, on my lil boosie fade
Fitted hat some days, throw back Oakland a's
And u like dat huh, dats what they like
And u like dat huh, dats what they like
I rock bemmas, I rock caddy's, I rock benz's
Its crucial, every time u see me fresh
Out the cleaners dats boosie
And u like dat huh, dats what they like
And u like dat huh, dats what they like
When u lookin good (whoo) dats what they like
When u smellin good (whoo)
U respect lil b in every hood (whoo) dats what they like
Dey like lil boosie spit dat real shit dats what they like

[Chorus:]
Girl u like dat huh dats what they like
Girl u like dat huh dats what they like
Girl u like dat huh dats what they like
Girl u like dat huh huh, dats what they like

[Verse 3:]
They like tv's and dvds (huh bruh)
They like to take big trips ova seas (ah huh)
They like to do the rodeo from the front from back
They like to give me head
Cause they know I’m comin back
But money don’t make me
I make money
I hate 20 dolla bills, I like hundreds
Ivory hunta say dey like dat
She aint lyin, she back up all the time
Cause she kno huh daddy shine
Leave a bad bitch blind by the sound of my voice
So before I count to nine i don made dat girl moist
And kno what (kno what nigga) I got my own haircut
Its called a boosie fade that belgum made

Outside With No Shirt I Remember Nigga Talk Loud In Dat Church I Remember Nigga Nigga Stole All My Work I Remember Nigga
Kirby Took My Kicks And Coats I Remember Nigga Plantation End Do U Remember Dat The Good Times Dat We Had Up In Big Giddy Lac Do U Remember The At The Park Wen It Was Hot And Steamin Do U Remember When Moved Shop Down By Lincoln Do U Remember At The Room Hoes Catchin Seimen Do U Remember I Was 2 Good With The Great Eye Demon Yeahed Nigga I Remember Across The Track Wen Calvin Reesey Kenny Wayne Had A Gang Of Dat Crack Man I Remember All Dat Wen E 4 0 Was Jammin Everybody Played B And D's Listenin To Dat Daiton Family I Remembr Danny-O Wen He Put On Da Service I Remember Junior Was 14 Workin With A Quarter Byrdie

[Chrous: X2]
Long Nites On The Block I Remember Nigga Wen From A Little To A Lot I Remember Nigga And Dis World With No Dream I Remember Nigga Gone Off X And Codein I Remember Nigga

If You Got Some Work Dats Soft Then I Can Make The Shit Hard...

[Boosie:]
I Started Off With Mustard Greens Gangsta Lean Good White For A Good Price My Whip Game Is Insane So Lil Boosie Live Dat Good Life Uncle Showed Me How To Rock It Up And Talk In Code Like I Need A Mike Vick Or A Baton Rouge Area Code Whoa Them Nine Pieces Dem Tony Parkers Them Whole Thangs They Bob Barkers My Area Code Is Two Two Five That Stand For A Two And A Quarter Listen Up Im A Rider Here I Whip That Thang Ivy Smith And Its Jumping Back To Twenty Nine Fish Scales They Hard To Find Soft Mixed Wit Dem Green Beans Thats For Them Real True Dope Fiends That Lace It Up Like No Legs I Aint Hatin Nigga Gone Head My Ecstacy Be Triple Stack Aint No Question You Feelin Like Jeezy Say If Its Still In The Rap Then Partna You Can Bring When Crack Hit The U.S. It Made A Epidemic Everybody Wanna Rock It Up Have You Ever Seen They Eyes Boy They Eyes Buck And They Fiending Wit It High Gone In Five Minutes But Bad Azz Supply Em Wit I Got It I Got It

[Intro: Spoken]
Mix Tape
Boosie Boo nigga
And I be like da best nigga at dis shit right naw
Word for word
Life story for life story
Know Im da truth

[Verse 1:]
Started off in da backyard
Im dat boy hate to lose
If I lose you can get bluse
Im dat hard
Life started from a bad memory
Daddy loved drugs
Ya caint take dis from him
He loved drugs
Went from neighborhood jackas
To neighborhood stackas
I-10 ridas
To I-10 trackas
Imagine us in dat bottom on dat PCP
Walkin to school wit dat tool
Who wan beef wit me
Got addicted to sellin drugs
Marijuana and coke
Mama she washed her hands
And let me go
And da rest you know
I aint gotta explain
I been a mane
Since I went got ma own
Now dey look at me grown
Posted up behind da same-o
On Wyoming St.
Big sacks big gats
And some artillery
All da lil niggas got big niggas
Like Junior and Blee
And all da old niggas
Showed us ropes
Like Depicher and B

[Chorus:]
You don't know ma struggles
(You dont know me mane)
So you caint feel ma hustle
(You don't know what I den been through)
[x2]

You don't know ma struggles
(No) (Struggles)
So you caint feel ma hustle
(You don't know what I den been through)
[x2]

[Verse 2:]
Da hard times
Its me and u getting dissed
Got a dime bag
But we couldn't buy da feelin
Walked in to da Weinaspenser
Sharp on da special
So we got drunk snatched purses
Mane its whateva ole
Niggas tried to shortstop
We balla block fuck it
Got a big knod now Im thuggin
Wit a big ugly something n ma waistline
Bouncin through da Southside
Back den it was straight gin
Dickies and cowhides
Ya aint from outside we
bussin at ya dats da rules
Used to be deep
Now we down to just a few
Mane Im talking bout dem lonely nights
Me and ma homie on da flight
Sneakin through hoes windows
Robbin niggas for endo
Runnin wit nuthin but hardheads
Like Fithang and Kevin
Goin to clubs ready
Hollerin “Fuck goin to Heaven”
Cuz Im out here
Look like ma luck fucked up
And I den lost a lot of niggas
So ma trust fucked up

[Chorus:]

[Verse 3:]
Sick nights
Leave ma medicine and me needles
All da boys met
Keepin it gutta wit ma peoples
Da thug life
Backed up dat kitchen misdemeanors
Da drug life
Servin junkies in front da cleanas
Da hospitals
Nurses tryna lift up ma spirits
Ma mama preachin
But Boosie Boo don't wanna hear it
You dey say I was dead
2 shots up in ma head
Some say I OG'd out dat X
What dey gon say next
Grandma died mama house
Lemme talk to ya
Niggas hatin but I don't drive by
I walk to ya high school
4 deep in da Monticarlo
Dusted and disgusted
Tryna make it till tomorrow
When I borrow I gave back
When it was bill time I made stacks
110 to 150 I shake dat
Da baby mama drama
Make me wanna holla
Plus I lost all ma ghetto roll models
Dis ma struggle mane

[Chorus:]
dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...

[verse 1:]
knock knock im in dis bitch let me get sum act rite. Who it is at da do, bitch dis baby tracklight. Dey critisize me talk about me like sum fuckin hoes, dey fuck mah name up with promos say i dont cum 2 shows...but u got me fucked up so im bucked up and fucked up...so i wrote this song fa bitch made niggas...still got all switch played nigga..he gon die from diabeties thats wat dey said the way he livin he gon end up like his fuckin dad..dey say my attitude rude i need sum a-d-d so dey put on medication told mama to pray for me i wonder wat make 'em hate on me my heart made of gold but no wim pissed off ready to cut dey dick off stick it up in dey bitch mouth and suck it oh yeah im thuggin strappin up in da projects got me aint scared of nothing keep my name up out yo mouth and be careful lil nigga or da fuckin ambulance gon have to help u lil nigga man im tired of this childish shit gon get into sum ridah shit everytime i see u im gon hit u with that proper bitch. Fuck it nigga bring the blues really aint got nuthin to loose keep my name up out yo mouth and nigga i aint gon fuck wit u bitch!

[chorus: x2]
dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...
Dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...

[verse 2:]
my sugar up im heated now ready to get even now i dont talk no shit i talk my shit where theres a eagle now i dont hold back shit yea they so bad bitch.. Everbody holla gutta nigga know thats had shit.. My baby mama she gotta go she leave my son wit anybody..she want be needer so bad but she give u that face and that big ass..my teachers talk about me bad everytime i cut dey class now i fuck dey daughters in dey ass cuz dey made me mad...all my friends who turned on me, dey like boosie u wanna get high, i dont burn homie even talk about doggy all da time i heard yo cuzin got life plus 99 how he get out cuz he shot at all da time.. Damn near had me crown dey say i ratted on yo, but his own blood ratted on 'em put that in yo notes but i kept it real wit his ass,when we start makin dat cash,when it went down, he changed thats why im mad..nigga thats why im mad..

[chorus: x2]
dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...

[verse 3:]
dey killed my dog and its hurtin me(owh)got me back on purple-e. Fuck my head up mo cuz i seen 'em lay down on da murder scene now im mad as a bitch sad as a bitch. Ready to get in some savage shit gotta be cool cant be no fool gotta plan this shit and damage it..police dey nosey, dey askin how much bread i make, askin bout my watch and bracelets deep inside they playerhate.. Now im mad at da world cursin' out everybody sumtimes i take it out on my girl but im soory..and im thinkin bout my father and i got so much rage and i kno that he gon rise up out that muthafuckin' grave u aint heard..dey banned that 50 movie, get rich or die tryin..but if its a law then arnold swartzinager and killed all the time..but he black so its different, its a fact its racism..plus im mad wit bush decision what he gon do about terrorism..need to send sum nuclear bombs..cuz one day it aint gon cum..dey hittin them big cities im glad im from whereim from.....but im mad!

[chorus: x2]
dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...

Im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, bitch u dun made me mad... Nigga!

[chorus: x2]
If u my nigga, u my nigga then
we stick together thick n then
thats my nigga then
my nigga then

This for my nigga, my round, my wodie, my killa, my thug,
my nigga, my love, my cock it back ready tah bust.
Since we was small, look u was around nigga
You dont pay 'cause i took tha charge
'cause im down nigga
wen we was broke
we cocked it back and we was blastin
wen we could smoke
we pulled off witcho sacks,laughing
if we get chose,
we goin on the same line,
boxin at the same time,
u my thug and I aint lyin.
Let me fuck yo main line,
U dont cherish it.
When beef kicked off,
U the 1st one hollin burry this,
Look, i'll tell ya this,
If u cross em',
I'm gon bank a bitch.
If 4 niggas go on this lick,
2 of dem aint gon get shit.
My wodie, my round, my vick,
Kick our do' together.
We pull out bread,
and score together.
Go to tha head to blow together.
Unclick it, aint no level my patna, my friend.
If yo high dont kick in,
I'll give u my last shot of gin.
Look

[Chorus x2]

And When I clip ya,
U aint gotta pay me shit.
One of our dogs go sour,
U holler, "We can take the click."
Thug Love made us thick,
Thats why we role solo.

Nigga, I represent the Buck, The hussle, The Dime bag sellin,
The ATO Convicted Felon
Nigga I represent the streets, The Projects, and the Niggas who make profit, Where the hell that they keep they glock at, You Trill man you can’t pop that
I represent them young niggaz who go to clubs and stomp niggas, It’s never one on one nigga, They Crowd Shit
I represent for knuckleheads who’s peace is on the streets
I represent the hottest damn man in the streets

I reppin for My Peace, The Streets, this really aint shit to me
That Doza, That grill, they belchin from that Hennessey
The Fam, Trill, Louisiana PRC
I am, Still, The Motha Fuckin Savage
Bust a damn, yeah, I’m reppin for my Niggas in that damn Still,
Because I aint forget you, I;m a stand here, and rep my fuckin hood
Just like a man, yeah, You know I’m straight for sumtin

From Baton Rouge, in my city man, I represent for all Katrina victims man
You feel me man…
From the weed spot, to the coke spot, to the old people on your block.
Put an Eight Ball in your sock, with the 44 you got cock
what a bad villain your hoe got, I am close right now, I’m so hot
I’m a soulja and I roll lot
Nigga I represent that Cali Coke, the boozers, The desert Eagle shooters…nigga

I represent my players that stack like hell and ride round in V12’s
Get that mail, fuck what a nigga tell you, Catch that charge
Hold em down, don’t tell, Fuck that broad, then turn around fuck
A gal, party that shit, fuck it aint nothing, its just money, slide that bitch,
With all that mutha fuckin stuntin, I rep for my people who got that motha fuckin trunking, and for all my fans who’s weed is mothafuckin good

I represent Louisiana, Mississippi, Detroit and Alabama, Georgia, and Florida in the Cali, and new York City
This for my Compton Niggaz my DC Chillaz, I’m tryin to ask Trilla,
Like Pray for heaven nigga,
For that hard hat who wake up every morning tryin to get it, Who went from Rocket tickets TV, is on you bitches
For my niggaz in the pen, keep ur head up You feel ur nigga, Boosie know u set up

I reppin for Cali, Man what’s happnin, New York, way back to Dallas, All the 50 states
That nigga who hate. I’m reppin bitch I’m a star. See baby I be getting cake
My Cars represent me, especially the 108
I rep for the bad bitches, I love how they bootie shake
I’m reppin this go away, cuz Baton Rouge aint safe
I’m reppin for all the gangstas cant see no other way
One more time for trill, cuz I promised them we was straight

This bossie bad azz (bossie bad azz) and i want to know tonite why they hatin on me (why they hatin on me) (shit)

[chorus:]
tell me why they hatin (why they hatin) hatin on me (why they hatin on me) cause i'm tryin 2 get this paper (tryin 2 get this paper) thuggin n these streets (thuggin n these streets)

[verse 1:]
nigga ate at my mama table my daughter called him uncle (she called him uncle) i treated him like he was donkey and he told on me the judge lookin like he want to drop a load on me my nigga lookin like he want 2 break the code on me tell me why they let me ride 4 a year now they want my 7/45 until i show 4 this here nigga try to sneak me but that's hoe shit u anit gone get no strikes off me lil daddy u better try some mo shit now they fuckin wit my gurl head the hoes she round keep puttin her soilder down and she cant focus now (mmm) anit that a shame how they fuckup yo name tell promoter u go cut throat em now u missin yo chain who gone take the pistol job everybody convict been 2 5 funerals in 3 mouths lord knows that i miss i guess when i get old and great and my mission is done pussy mutherfucker yall gone hate on my son

[chorus]

[verse 2:]
from the craddle 2 the grave i'm gone alwayz b a hustler as long as u succeed they gone alwayz be a buster they hated dr.king they hated when he marched they hated malcolm x and they hated rosa parks
sumtimes yo enimy on yo passenger side ridin wit cha gettin high u cant believe but u know that he sneakin when i was 5 my mama looked at her son and told me boy u gone break hearts cause u 2 cute for just 1 i guess this baby face and these rap skills that god bless me wit got niggas nuts hangin ready to come and test me bitch but look u know they say i was dead 2 shots up n my head sum say i o.v off that x wat they gone say next.

[chorus]

[verus 3:]
now they say me and webbie beef we on the same team we drop hits u nosie bitch we got the same dream alot of niggas playa hatin cause they anit me so when its mine dont hesitate 2 spank me don seen alot of shit lord knows i try rumors hurt me inside but i'm still showin pride want thing like jang sweat like beans but i got dreams 2 b the man and i never change no matter how raw we get i'm beast mode lil daddy so i'm prepared 4 the rawest shit they called me out my name they told me i was stunnin i told them one day i'm gone have sum open money

[chorus]

(feat. Webbie)

[Webbie:]
Damn Nigga How Do It Like That Make Dem Gangsta Ass Niggas Bump Yo Music Like Dat Make Dem Big Thick Fine Hoes Shake They Booty Like That Twenty One Roll Strap Wit Lil Boosie Like That Playin Mine Games Wit Me Ill Do U Like That Im A Grown Ass Man Bitch Persue Me Like Smoke But Best When Im Cruisin Laid Back Wit Some Trill Ass Niggas That I Knew Since Way Back Still Young I Aint Cop My First Murder Case Stay Strap And Cant Wait To Push A Nigga Face Number One On 106 Still A Rob A Race Track Still Hangin In Da Mix Where It Aint Safe At Im On Some Foolish Shit Wit These Rugers And Shit Im On Some Run In Yo House Bitch You Move And Get Hit I Cant Take Out My Grill Cause I Cant Take Out This Real Im The Savage Shit Trill From My Heart Mane I Feel Nigga

[Chorus:]
Fuck U(Yeah I Fucked Yo Bitch)
Nigga Fuck U(And You Bet Not Say Shit)Nigga Fuck U Yeah You Be Running That Shit Nigga Fuck U U Bout None Of That Shit

[Repeat]

[Intro: spoken]
This Boosie Bad Azz and lemme tell you somethin, when I was 16 0r 17 my looked at me she say "Boosie, son, get on yo motherfuckin shit nigga".

[chorus:]
Big money I like it.
Used to have hoes who triflin,
Now I got pros, who dikin,
and its exciting, its exciting.

[Verse 1:]
I had to get my shit together mayne, I didn't like it.
I had too many hoes, who triflin.
Dirty shell toes, and Nikes.
I didn't like it, it was exciting.
Till I got money, I got ice and hoes got right, they got fiesty.
Tried to put me in the studio, I kept writing. Droppin that gangsta shit, and its exciting.
Purple after purple, mayne, we kept lightin. Concert after concert mayne we kept fighting. We struck tha world real quick, like lightning.
You pussy ass rap niggas, stop biting.
I used to fuck wit lil girls wit lil minds who ain't grown yet, before you wear a thong get yo pussy in check. Yo hygiene a motherfucker you 'sposed to stay smellin right, especially if you got a nigga wit money, that's wat he like.

[chorus:]
Big money I like it.
Used to have hoes who triflin,
Now I got pros, who dikin,
and its exciting, its exciting. [x2]

[Verse 2:]
And i'ma tell you like this.
All my shows, be exciting.
Hoes grabbin on my dick, wanna bite it.
Didn't yo mama treat you betta? You triflin. Yeah, afta tha show, you can lick me like icing.
Money make yo life betta so fuck wat they say. Girls be wanna "G" up everytime they look in yo face.
She used to kiss me on my neck. [uh huh] Now she suck me till that pussy get wet. (uh huh)
I remember way back when I used to fuck plats, when wore them daisy dukes and had that pussy sittin fat.
Now a nigga gettin stacks, i do whateva i like.
I hit em Asian, Black, or White. I have my pleasure wit dykes.
I'm first class of every flight. I'm a big dog nigga.
At tha super bowl on the front row. Where is ya'll niggas, look. I used to fuck wit hoes who like to cut yo tires up. Now i'm breaded and they can't even get a nut.

[chorus:]
Big money I like it.
Used to have hoes who triflin,
Now I got pros, who dikin,
and its exciting, its exciting [x2]

[Webbie:]
I been livin like a timer, and i like it.
Hittin niggas baby mamas and they wifeys.
Rims all shiny, dressed nicely. Hoes wit tha white tee, fresh white g-nikes. White 2 seat, or I might be new SUV, doing 90.
Lookin for tha right weed, for tha right fee. Maybe once or twice my eyes tightening.
I got faster, I turn slightly up the lane then I came back right.
Grab that clutch tightly cuz it might be my night, you know we got niggas dying nightly.
Tonight I'm wit a nice freak. She half white, she clean up, lick a nigga nuts cuz she like me.
Finding another me up in the streets is unlikely.
Gon head and hit me on the phone later on cuz i might be gone.

[chorus:]
Big money I like it.
Used to have hoes who triflin,
Now I got pros, who dikin,
and its exciting, its exciting. [x2]

[CHORUS:]
Wish I could fuck her everyday
Touch her in everyway
But she stay so many miles away
She my..
Distant lover..
So many miles away
Distant lover..
so many miles away

I'm turnin' into Mr. telephone man
Girl, you know I miss ya
So many miles away
And I can't kiss ya
Look but I remember everything
The concert, the room
The shit you whispered in my ear when I had you

Now my Jacksonville chick
She an indo shopper
She like to smoke purple
And chill wit her partners
When I come in town, she cook for me
You know she lookin good for me
Momma white, daddy black
So that ass supa phat

My uptown chick
We still be flirtin
When I see her
She remind me of how I broke a virgin
Think I still drive her crazy
Cuz she still wanna date me
Got a man and a baby
Do ya thang, I ain't hatin'

Now my Michigan chick
She was too damn fine
Her pussy stay wet all the time
One of the best to ever ride me
Lemme get a car and drive it
Everytime she see Lil Boosie she smilin'

[CHORUS x2:]
Wish I could fuck her everyday
Touch her in everyway
But she stay so many miles away
She my..
Distant lover..
So many miles away
Distant lover..
so many miles away

At night I'm on that dro
Just thinkin' bout my distant lover
Wishin' I could call her up and go fuck her
But she stay so many miles away and it's hard
And if I ain't got no shows, I can't even see my broad
She know a nigga livin' large so when we fuckin'
Lil mama gimme everything, she ain't scared of nuttin
She get on top and drop it like it's hot instead of nuttin
My distant lover a lil sexy lil sumthin'.. huh bro.. huh bro..

Now my Tampa chick
She bout what she be talkin' bout
Nasty girl.. take it out her ass put it in her mouth
Knew she was a freak when she got in the backseat
She said she wanted me
And peep, we never shakin' in the sheets

Now my Georgia Peach, ooh
We gon' thug til the end
She don't give a fuck about no lady or none of my friends
And when she seen that man, she hugged me
Tell me, "hi" that she wanna fuck me
I had to show her how to suck me
Nicknamed her "Coldblood"

[CHORUS x2:]
Wish I could fuck her everyday
Touch her in everyway
But she stay so many miles away
She my..
Distant lover..
So many miles away
Distant lover..
so many miles away

Girl, I got feelings for you
Mane, I'm on some shit like middle school
I'm tryna write ya letters since I can't come home and tickle you
I'll fuck her wit her lil dude I need that pussy from you every night
Cuz I know it gon' be wet and right
A candlelight dinner cuz wit me, you a winner
If you wit me, you ridin' Davins other spinners for ginners
I got redbones in different space, every one's got a pretty face
Every one let me cut their waist, every one know I don't play

My thugged out chick, I can't fuck her too often
She bring problems in my life and she do too much talkin'
But I gotta give it to her, with that mouth she the sickest
If you put work up in her hand, she gon' move it wit the quickest
Now my California chick, she the type you don't need
She always trippin' on me when I smoke my weed
I told her, "girl, if you don't like it, then you can get to hykin"
I was trippin' when you told me you was dykin'..!

She.. my ..distant lover nigga..
Wish I could fuck her everyday
But she stay so many miles away
She.. my ..distant lover nigga..
Wish I could fuck her everyday
But she stay so many miles away
She.. my ..distant lover nigga..
Wish I could fuck her everyday
But she stay so many miles away
She.. my ..distant lover nigga..
Wish I could fuck her everyday..

distant lover...

[CHORUS: Fade out]
Wish I could fuck her everyday
Touch her in everyway
But she stay so many miles away
She my..
Distant lover..
So many miles away
Distant lover..
so many miles away

[Intro:]
Uh huh Lil Boosie this me nigga gangsta ima do some shit some real shit

[Chorus:]
I been goin' thru some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
I want ride candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
hopin' my niggas stay the same
but they always change
I been goin' thru some thangs

[Boosie:]
I been goin' thru some shit
from my niggas to my bitch
and these niggas wanna stitch
I wanna get rich
plus sometimes I don't believe (why?)
tryin' to sell 100,000
but they burnin' my CD's (thats fucked up)
niggas and bitches
please
won't you get me help
get your ass up off the computer
and buy this shit up off the shelf
cause I wanna ride candy man
just like the others
sometimes I wish I shoulda take the good route
like my brother
These niggas say they love ya
but they get dope
how you a rat like that
and try to steal ya ho
I still cope
And these niggas wanna rap about you
know you a soldier
but they still wanna bring that savage out you
to get exposed
and these hoes they for the money
tell your old lady dirty lies
but they know they frontin'
check this out
in baton rouge
it's real wicked
and you can't go platinum now here
cause this ain't New York City
and all my cousins doin' time
thuggin' in the pen
I'm thinkin' bout em
everytime I take a sip of henn
and I ain't gonna lie
I don't wanna be like cammaflogue
I met him one week
the next week he died
I almost cried
damn

[Chorus:]
I been goin' thru some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
I want rock candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
hopin' my niggas stay the same
but they always change
I been goin' thru some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
I want rock candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
hopin' my niggas stay the same
but they always change

They hatin' cause I'm VIP
Ride through my city
with my hat bent like TIP
I'm all G
they got a niggas signin a deal
but they can't talk like I be talkin'
cause I spit the real
till I get killed
these niggas changin' like a weather
think he your nigga
but you lookin' at the fuckin' devil
who want your bezzle
and that voice that he wish he had
jealousy got niggas creepin' down to bust ya ass
we livin' fast
but you notice I got em B
money cars clothes and hoes
till they pocket me
This for my niggas down in Texas
all the fuckin' swingers
who got the whole other side of town
wanna thank em
I'm stressin' cause the things I did
Not wearin a rubber got me stuck now with three kids
this shit is real
wish I had a real friend to holla
they tend to laugh
when I tell em bout my fuckin problems
But I be stackin' the feds
so I be straight when I'm gone
I been prayin' for webbie
cause webbie wild with that crown

[Chrous:]
I been goin' thru some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
I want ride candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
hopin' my niggas stay the same
but they always change
I been goin' thru some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
I want ride candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
hopin' my niggas stay the same
but they always change

[Boosie:]
I'm sippin gallons tryin' to ease the pain
Hopin my niggas keep it gutta
but they seem to change
that's why I'm solo
blowin' dodo in a different city
thinkin' these niggas tryin' to do me
but they rollin' wit me
My ho da sickest
but she listen to what the streets say
that got me stressin
cause she might be leavin' anyday
I try to pray
but when I holla he ain't holla back
that's why I'm missin' prayer daily
tryin' to get these stacks
why that
the situation that I'm in
the judge tryin' to send me to the pen
and give me ten
and do me in
got me stressin' on some major shit
my mama agin'
and my grandma and my baby's sick
this hatin' shit
got me one step away from clickin'
this me against the world livin'
got all my people bitchin'
I look my mama in her eye
told her respect the game
she like boosie leave it alone
look at craig ganes
damn

[Chorus:]
I been goin' thru some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
I want ride candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
hopin' my niggas stay the same
but they always change
I been goin' thru some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
I want ride candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
hopin' my niggas stay the same
but they always change

[Outro:]
That's real life right here
you go through so much
you know what I'm sayin'
nigga be thinkin' nigga be ballin'
but a nigga be strugglin' at the same time
why they be ballin' man
I been goin' through some thangs
I been goin' through some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
i want rock candy man
but don't nobody understand me man
i want rock candy man
but don't nobody understand me man

(feat. Lil' Webbie)

[Lil' Boosie talking:]
Ease ya mind a lil bit (ease ya mind)
Light up that blunt ( light up that mother fuckin' blunt)
Lift back that sunroof (lift back yo shit nigga)

[Lil' Boosie:]
This that shit that we ride to
This that shit that we vibe to
This that shit that we get high to
That gangsta musik nigga
And you can try but you aint Lil' Boosie nigga noo (noo)
Bad bitches got you feelin' great
Looked at my CEO like CEO let's get this cake, baby
I hit the stage and hoes go crazy, I play it mean
All my hoes got Jordan skills, they fade away
I hit the mall and bought (shit) throwback after throwback
Everybody wanna take pictures they like, “Damn, you Mr. Cool.”
Smoke comin' out my sun roof a nigga shinin
A nigga love gettin' pussy love rockin diamonds
If you got kids in this world, nigga, handle ya business
And you don't need no nigga, be independant
It's murda murda niggas beefin' niggas slingin' nines
And I keep that purple purple to ease my mind

[Chorus:]
Smokin' on purple ease my mind
This that shit that we get high to... yeah
Its murda murda murda gotta keep ya nine
This that shit that we ride to... yeah
[repeat]

[Lil' Boosie:]
I know the game I know the street
I got the raps you got the beats
And we gon lay it down real sweet
So yall can ride, head bobbin side to side
I don't want shit from my fans but this: feel a real nigga's vibe
When you down and out, don't nobody trust you
But when you got bread it seem like everybody love you
It's still fucked up mayne in certain cases (believe this nigga, look)
they still racist, I can see it on them bitches' faces
that's why I'm smokin' and laughin' I got my grind on
And they don't feel my struggle they think my mind gone
That's why it's murda, murda kill, kill on the corner
These lil' niggas got big pistols ready to put it on ya
So, when you die you might as well be high
Is it heaven or hell or is it all a lie?
That's why I smoke purple on Monday, purple on Tuesday
Two Glocks Cocked So They Don't Bruise Me

[Chorus x2]

[Lil' Webbie:]
Smokin on that doja I done got a bag for cheap, nigga
Eyes barely open and I'm glued to the backseat
Boosie took another hit and then he passed it back to me
This shit must got something in it, niggas switched some crack with weed
Aint No Crack Up In The Windows I Can Barely Even Breathe
Got me fumblin' and trippin' almost passed the blunt to Cee
Got it cloudy in the Bentley niggas squintin tryin' to see
And they don't know what time it is but I know it's time to eat
Ridin' dirty bumpin, ridin' dirty know how that shit be
One day your hear and the next day you goin on repeat
With that nine up in my reach right now dyin' ain't for me
Mayne this pine got me sleepy but I'm too high to go to sleep
Bust a hooty when you rollin' potent as you s'posed to be
You be rollin' and smokin' 'em back to back consistently
Keep Oodles, Dutches, Phillies, Garcias And Swisher Sweets
Yeah savage really don't care just put that shit in the air

[Chorus x2]