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Lil Boosie
Lil Boosie


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Настоящее имя Torrence Hatch
Дата рождения 14 ноября 1982 г.
Откуда Baton Rouge, Louisiana, United States
Жанры Hip-hop
Годы 2000—н.в.
Лейблы Asylum Records
Trill Entertainment
См. также Webbie
Young Jeezy
Foxx
3 Deep
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Альбом Lil Boosie


with Webbie
Gangsta Musik (25.05.2004)
25.05.2004
1.
Show Ya Tattoos
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6.
7.
Hustlin'
8.
Gangsta Musik
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12.
Hope I Make It
13.
Time Could Be Next
14.
15.
Trouble Man
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17.
. . .

Show Ya Tattoos

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(feat. Webbie)

Intro:
(Boosie in the background)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, I swerve
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve

Webbie (over Boosie's voice)
Swerve right, swerve left, swerve right, I swerve left
Swerve right, swerve left, swerve right..

Chorus 1: [Boosie]
You ain't never had shit (yeah)
Swerve on 'em
For your daddy in the pen (yeah)
Swerve on 'em
Actin bad off that gin (what)
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again
Fuck you nigga swerve on 'em

Verse 1: [Boosie]
Now you might catch me on the interstate (I-10)
Actin bad
Hoes hollerin there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thang (I keep that thang)
There go that boy spinnin hard (yeah)
From lane to lane
Don't play no games
Cause I'll make you out a demonstration (a demonstration)
Why you swervin cause they hatin
Why they hatin cause you makin
This cash dog (big money)
It's Hatch dog who you thought it would be
If you ain't buckin to the ceilin you ain't rollin with me
I got this swervin shit from back in the days (back in the days)
When niggaz on them pcp's made you get out they way
Hayyy!
People hollerin why you act like this (why boo)
Is it them pills? Hell noooo it's this savage shit
That I done lived
Keep it real you be swervin too (swervin too)
If your shit spinnin
About a thousand hoes done hurdled you
That dirty do
Anything to attract them hoes (check them out)
Hang out the window with they shirt off throwin up them 4's
This how it goes
You by the club swerve
You with your girl swerve
A nigga mug swerve
All my thugs swerve

Chorus 2: [Boosie]
You ain't never had shit (unh unh)
Swerve on 'em
For your daddy in the pen (unn huh)
Swerve on 'em
Actin bad off that gin (yeah)
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again
Fuck you nigga swerve on 'em
[repeat]

Verse 2: [Webbie]
I'm goin 55 in the burbon straight swervin
With a high yellow fine virgin and we swervin
Hollerin I'm a fool boy ya heard me straight swervin
A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swervin
Hit the parkin lot by the club just swervin
Headlights shinin on my dubs while I'm swervin
I keep an old pistol on my lap while I'm swervin
Just in case I have to peel a cap while I swerve
I play the 6 by 9's with the slap while I'm swervin
I gotta have the killa and the yak while I'm swervin
A four or five hunderd dollar stack big swervin
Smokin on some doesha early Monday and I been swervin since Thursday
Red bones in the back got me swervin
Shit I done took my eyes up off the road when I was rubbin on that cat
Doin it big like that nigga swervin
It's all good we on the map Baton Rouge where you at swerve

[Chorus 2 repeats twice]

Verse 3: [Boosie]
This for my dogs in penitentiary (in the pen)
Who holla shit like gutter gutter when you mention me
And Hennessy
Man that hen got me swervin crazy (swervin crazy)
I saw a dime turned my head and almost hit a lady
Slow down baby
With lil bleet hollerin in the back (in the back)
I'm in my sts lil jr in my other lac
Don't fuck with Hatch
Cause I'll hit you with that nina ross (that nina ross)
It's on your head bitch you dead I'll pay the cost
Cause I'm a boss
In the South side of Baton Rouge
Where niggaz swervin on them 20's and them 22's
We act a fool
Back in the game I used to go to dreams (dreams)
In my firebird on them choppers with them fuckin screens
sippin that lean
Actin like I never had shit
Bust your head in traffic
I'll wrap you up in plastic
Show your ass magic
Abrah kadabrah kadoo here go lil boo
This verse for all my hoes who be swervin too
SSB swerve (bottom)
UPT swerve (top)
Park T Easy T CC serve
Fairfield swerve
Sherwood swerve
Every hood in Baton Rouge it's all good swerve

[Repeat intro twice]

[Boosie]
I never had...swerve
This for my daddy...swerve
I'm gettin cash...swerve
I act a ass...swerve

[Intro]

swerve on 'em then

. . .


(feat. Webbie & Bun B)

(Oh) Girl give me that
(Oh Oh Oh) Girl give me that
Girl give me that (pussy)
(Oh Oh Oh) Girl give me that
Girl give me that (pussy)
(Oh Oh Oh) Girl give me that there
Girl give me that pussy
(Oh Oh Oh) Girl give me that

[Lil Webbie] - Verse 1
You know you want it
Girl don't act like you don't want it
Girl I want it just as bad as you do
And look see I can tell from this lil vibe
You got me feeling that you dig me
Boo I'm digging you too
You wanna be one of the chosen few
Then gon jig up in this motherfucker
Maybe me and you can do it big up in this motherfucker
Sit you in a crib where you can chill
Don't have to move a muscle
Give you some be good now you be good
Daddy gon hustle
Come here let me Whisper in your ear
I gotta tell you something
Listening to this song kinda make a nigga want something
Did some daydreaming
Now I'm fiending like I'm on something
Girl don't hold it from me
Cause right now I'll be don strong on ya
I ain't the type to ruin your life
By running game and throwing your dreams
Get in your brain suit your game
Ease your pain and show you things
Sit you on some leather seats while blowing green
And switching lanes
Girl stop playing games let me beat it out the frame

[Chorus - repeat 4X]
Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me girl give me that there

[Bun B from UGK] - Verse 2
She five foot seven a hundred and thirty nine pounds
Thirty six twenty four thirty eight pretty fine brown
Bad lil broad I ain't seen her in a minute
Since the All-Star game and I'm still tryin to hit it
Got a baby for this nigga that I used to sell things
He caught a fed case and he ain't leave her no change
She sold all his jewels she sold all his cars
Now she dancing in the shaker club stripping for the stars
Sliding down the pole slow drop it to a split
Pussy popping on a handstand man she the shit
She still looking tight though
Still built right though
Run my game right and after the club
She might go back to the telly with me
Shake her jelly with me
Let my people bust on her face and her belly with me
I got Lil Webbie with me and he ain't hating
We some players in this bitch so baby stop hesitating

[Chorus - repeat 4X]
Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me girl give me that there

[Lil Webbie] - Verse 3
Now I can tell from your size that that pussy is fire
So I'm here and willing to give you whatever it require
For you to lay down on your back and then open your thighs
Long sharp deep and wide have you rolling your eyes
You a big fine horse I had no choice but to try it
Look like it's worth a couple g's but ain't some shit I buy
Let me whisper in your ear again I ain't gon lie
I might share a lil meal just don't tell nobody
Look you know you want it
Girl don't act like you don't want it
Girl you want it just as bad as I do
But check this out
You gon be wishing that you been gave me your money
By the time I finish rumbling with you
While rhymes get loose let's take this shit to the room
And you just keep yourself excited til we get to the room
Cuz I've been rocked up since I met you
I'm ready to give you the blues
Don't stunt now take off your shoes
Don't act confused you know what time it is

[Chorus - repeat 4X]
Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me girl give me that there

. . .


Verse#1: u aint bout dat murda murda shit u aint down to lose yo cool an go and hurt a bitch we got da hook up on den rentals now we murkin shit pen it up spend it up and let dat 30 spit bitch do u want yo fuckin family in black clothes da bitches in black dresses da niggaz in black bo's you aint kno im cut throat canival im a bottom boi suvivor sip syrip n smoke fire and im wilder dan a average thug im hard headed my mama told me dat and u gotta be real all diz drama showed me dat lose ya mind if u want to i got a click of real niggaz who gone stomp u and want u to be hollin bout dat iron day n we gon hit yo street tonight not da next day dat nigga dont worry bout dat dey gon get wat dey deserve off dat we gone cut down day whole curve off dat

Chrous:u aint bout wat u be talkin bout u aint ready 4 yo mama to be walkin out in fact at church wit all yo people cryin hollin bout y u had to take my son datz wat dem choppaz bout (2 times)

Verse #2 (webbie): You aint really bout dat shit u be talkin so stop all dat talkin u heard stop all dat talkin and walkin if u gone serve me den serve me and im lil trill entertainment so know 1 thang i aint worried cuz my family do damage business and handle this murda niggaz sweeter dan skittles so dey spittin in rittles and dat lil shit dat u spittin gon have u sleep in hospitals and if u beef wit my niggas look we gone really squad up from choppaz to a 6 bitch u cant avoid u rappin bout smokin dat killa dont even smoke killa even if u did i wouldn't even smoke wit ya you bitch you fraud fake you mothafuckin flu pussy all wet ya fuckin booty all loose you and den otha niggaz duck duck goose under da throw back jersey da best bullet proofgangsta shit jump off boy u kno you finna run out close yo fuckin mouth 4 i rip yo damn tounge out.

(Say Chorus 2 Times)

verse #3:uaintboutunderniggas house like a mouse and you light his ass up when he come out we get sick wit it you heard about lil trell guned down when he wuz 12 every since den it been hell webbie and dey dont live like we live dey dont deal like we deal like we deal dey aint real like we real look im form dat track like da bottom of dat ssb what eva you call it dat shit lives in me my niggas kill 4 free like lil trell on da love and my niggas aint my equal and dey hatin on diz lil thug a lot of niggaz scared of yall but not me diz 4 dem niggaz in da rap game who not me but cant stop me and my possie is full of thugz like head bussa baby junior and my nigga jug we dumpin slugz on da enemy i thought you wuz my closest friend but now you just a friend of me and diz fuckin penatentry make niggaz thank dey real and when dey get out dey got a nerve to pop a pill and lil kill they aint bout what dey be talkin bout

. . .


(feat. Webbie)

C'mon I need a bad bitch
C'mon if u a bad bitch
(Shit) I want a bad bitch

[Lil Webbie] - Verse 1
The girl be cooking and cleaning and cleaning and cooking
She be constantly douching and cleaning her pussy
And when she step on the scene everybody be looking
And to get in them jeans everybody be wishing
But she only want players who far from rookie
And if you ain't got the cake
Can't play with the nookie
Her titties sitting pretty and she soft as a cushion
If you try to holla she might holla she tooken
And she walk like a bad bitch talk like a bad bitch
And go and get her hair and shit fixed is a habit
Now bad bitch go and buy fish more than average
And bad bitches get to take trips with the savage
Can never tell a bad bitch a freak she too classy
But shit I can tell from her lips that she nasty
Expensive ass pant-ses grip to them asses
She mean as a pitbull sweet like cabbage

[Chorus]
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)

[Lil Webbie] - Verse 2
Now see I can impress a bad bitch the girl gon smile
Caress the bad bitch now the girl gon wild
I'll feed it and treat it like that's my child
Then freak it up and beat it up and that's my style
You get alot of head when your bread in piles
Cuz I'm on right now and I'm saying that loud
A trifling ass bitch make the big dog growl
A bad ass bitch make the big dog proud
Which one is the baddest
That's the one I'm having
The with no kids or just one baby daddy
And she ain't hard-headed
Can listen and respect it
And you ain't a bad bitch if you got bad credit
A thong and press-ons and know how to cook neckbones
I want the MVP with that throwback dress on
Don't like to get dirty and don't mind working
And she don't mind giving me some mouth and lip service

[Chorus]
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)

Now make yourself seen
Cuz you a bad bitch
Girl you a bad bitch
Yeah you a bad bitch

Now show your ass off
Cuz you a bad bitch
Girl you a bad bitch
Yeah you a bad bitch

[Lil Webbie] - Verse 3
Man I love them bad bitches with them sexy ass tattoos
Them bad bitches with them bad bitches attitudes
She a damn a fool got a crib she'll let me camp
Make sure her nigga stay filled with them foodstamps
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T do you know what that mean man
Own damn house flossed out big screen man
I bring the whole hundred shit what you gon do for me man
Look at her own income she a beast man
Bad bitches holla business first then streets man
She ain't crying over no nigga she ain't weak man
The kinda bitch that put a real nigga on his feet man

[Chorus - Repeat 2X]
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)

Come here fa sho
Trill Entertainment nigga
I'm Webbie nigga
My name ain't Weebie ya heard me
Get it right
Mouse on the track
2004 this my year right chea
I'm out this bitch
I need a bad bitch
That's a bad bitch

. . .


[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 snitch
I wanna get rich
but 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 steal ya dough
call 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 down 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 hen
and I ain't gonna lie
I don't wanna be like camoflouge
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 know this how I gotta be
money cars clothes and hoes
till they pocket me
This for my niggas down in Texas
on them fuckin' swingers
who got the whole other side of town
wanna stank em
I'm stressin' cause the shit 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 mama straight when I'm gone
I been prayin' for Webbie
cause Webbie wild with that chrome

[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
cuz 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 Gaines
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

. . .

Hustlin'

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. . .

Gangsta Musik

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. . .


Intro: Boosie and Webbie Talkin

Verse 1: Webbie

It's a brand new year 2004
It's a brand new year ya'll already know
We dont play 20's round here No not no more
Big whips, big chips, big dick in ya hoe
Oh Yeah!
Legal money no mo kickin in doors
No mo counterfeit no mo stealin out stores
Its mo dro , mo gac, mo bauds, throwbacks
Jailbars hell no, I need mo stacks
Moet, mo sex plenty Cristal
B.Y.O.P brang ya own ???
We aint goin nowhere so ya'll can call the police
Eyes all red look like I aint had no sleep
Big round fine catchin eyes like she know me
Booty all wide country thighs you a dime peice
Make me wanna ask ya whats ya size and go shopping
Fix ya up good makes ya girls wanna copy

Chorus:

Look let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Na I aint bein mannish (Uhh Uh)
Im tryna dance wit ya
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)

Look let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Fa'get ya baby daddy (Uhh Uh)
Im tryna dance wit ya
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)

Verse 2: Lil Boosie

Yeah Yeah Yeah
Look!
I kno you tired of buckin
You jus wanna dance
Dis for my fans
Work dat thang up in `em pants
Shake yo hands and yo breast at the same time
Thats Boosie dance, learn dat dance den you form a line
Gotta shine when I dance I be shinin mo
My jewerly glow it aint nuthin for me to pull no mo
Settle down, be cool, slow motion for me
I aint gotta tell shawty, she no im thuggin
Booty rubbin in dat dance do dat turn ya own
I f yo emotions start trippin den I lay the bone
Back it up, make it drop, den brang it to me
Slang it to me, act like you won't be danger to me
I got the whole club lookin for real
Sweat drippin on my body
I done popped me a pill
Outside spin wheels we ain't playin no more
And got to slide up in the truck if u won't dance some mo

Chorus:

Look let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Na I aint bein mannish (Uhh Uh)
Im tryna dance wit ya
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)

Look let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Fa'get ya baby daddy (Uhh Uh)
Im tryna dance wit ya
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)

Verse 3: Webbie

U actin funny wit it?
Whats hannin with that?
Quit actin like you aint neva had that thang from the back
Why can't nobody pet it girl, it's just a lil cat?
And I aint tryna mistreat it girl or nuthin like.
You gotta ol'man, Yeah I hear ya, and wat?
He gon get mad then wat yo ass in tha club for?
I aint tryna mess nuthin up, I aint lyin.
We got that iron, but we jus came to have a good time
I'm still gon throw gang signs cuz I claim mine
But that baby look like Busta Rhymes, Gul that aint mine.
So you need to take yo dirty ass home,
Go clean yo damn ass and dat dirty ass thong
Bath them damn chirren, clean that damn house
Get'cha hair and nails did, and then come out
Say you a fool or you jus runnin yo mouth
Bend it over buss it open let me see wat u bout


Chorus:

Look let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Na I aint bein mannish (Uhh Uh)
Im tryna dance wit ya
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)

Look let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Fa'get ya baby daddy (Uhh Uh)
Im tryna dance wit ya
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)
Now let me dance wit ya (dance wit ya)

(Thanks to Olivia for these lyrics)

. . .


This one here for them baby mommas
who make baby daddies don't even want no baby daddy
Feel this nigga. Lil Boosie. Check dis out

[Verse]
Baby momma baby momma
I'm tired of you
I'm to the point where I wanna fire you
You play the games that a child will do
When you need to do the things that a mama do
Baby momma baby momma
You stressin me (you stressin me girl)
Cause I ain't rich you think less of me (you think less of me)
And we ain't gotta take the test to see
You need to change yo ways so you can see the best of me
Baby momma baby momma
You lied to me (you lied)
A good man I tried to be (I tried)
You do me wrong even the blind can see
That's why I got another woman on the side of me
And she gon love me better (yea)
Fuck me better warm me up up in the coldest weather
She bout whatever you heard me
Baby momma baby momma I trusted you
It was so good I left it in when I made love to you

[Chorus]
I'm askin
Why you cryin girl?
Why you be lyin girl?
Why you won't shine girl?
On the stretch you know it's mine girl
Im askin
Why you have a baby?
Just to drive me crazy?
Why you be actin shady?
When you posed to be my lady

[Verse]
Baby momma baby momma
Thought you love me hoe? (thought you love me hoe)
But you won't put a child on child support
And you don't even want my child to know
That it ain't daddy it's his mama who wildin' tho
Baby momma baby momma
You jealous of me
You don't even want the fellas wit me (my niggaz)
And you keep on telling me
To slow my role but behind you I'm catchin' felonies
Baby momma baby momma
Where the love done went? (where the luv done went)
Don't wanna leave you cuz I love ya scent (ya smell)
The names I call you ain't really meant
But I'm tired of all these fightin's and arguments
Besides we grown not no mo teenagers
So you can stop playin them games tryna check my pager
You need to get ya mind right if not I'll see you later
You posed to take my side but you listen to the hatas (damn)

[Chorus]
I'm askin
Why you cryin girl?
Why you be lyin girl?
Why you won't shine girl?
On the stretch you know it's mine girl
I'm askin
Why you have a baby?
Just to drive me crazy?
Why you be actin shady?
When you posed to be my lady

[Verse]
Baby momma baby momma
You hurted me
Me and you know you deserted me (why?)
I ain't gon lie feel like you murdered me
Cause you the only girl who ever hold work for me
Baby momma baby momma
You a possum now (you sneaky)
I heard you ridin through the bottom now (for what)
I'm tryna get back on my team
Cause you heard I had a major plug on prementhazime bitch please
Baby momma look what I did for you (look what I did)
I took you places that you never knew (you ain't even know that)
I bought you any kind of tennis shoe
If I thought I wouldn't gon make it I'll finish you (blaw)
Baby momma you missin me (I know that)
I know you miss how you was kissin me (fa sho)
It's sad to say that you a friend of me
But just remember can't nobody lay that dick like me

[Chorus]
I'm askin
Why you cryin girl?
Why you be lyin girl?
Why you won't shine girl?
On the stretch you know it's mine girl
I'm askin
Why you have a baby?
Just to drive me crazy?
Why you be actin shady?
When you posed to be my lady
I'm askin

[Lil Boosie talkin]
Yea this for them baby momma's who put a nigga on child support
but just don't know they'll get more without child support
You know what I'm sayin and that gotta stop
You know what I'm sayin
It ain't that imma try to make it imma put it on yo head
y'all hoes wrong for that shit man let a nigga live ya heard me
You can't stop me dat's how it is now

[Hook]
Baby momma I done blew up now
Got a hoe she some true love now (she grown)
And I heard you gotta new thug now
And you goin through some mo shit (mo shit)
I'm out this bitch

. . .


You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up

I aint just tunin in
And I aint new to this
So you dont wanna fuckin play wit my intelligence
You see me, myself
Im on some veteran shit
And I aint that pussy bitch
That you be fuckin wit
Do you know how long it takes
For me to fuck a bitch
And I can spend 25 like it aint shit
Ill treat a bitch sweet
And I'll keep her fed
But I aint the type to eat
And I aint the type to beg
Now I drank like a horse
And I smoke plenty blunts
But I aint the type to snort
And poke my arm up
And like the fuckin cities
I keep it wit me
Know you pussy bitches wanna come get me
But listen

If you think Ima ho
If you think Ima bitch
A pussy ass nigga
A fuckin duck
Guess what
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
(2x)

I aint that nigga
Went to school
You took a class wit
I aint that lil dudes that you laugh wit
And I aint none of them lil hos
You be fuckin
All them mothafuckin boes you be bustin
Im the nigga wit them golds
Who be thuggin
Bank rolls cuz Im hustlin
Ima fool
And I aint the type of nigga
You gon catch wit out a tool
I aint the type to run and
Ima keep it on the cool
You dont know when Im comin
You just be ready when I do
Ima mothafuckin problem child
I know you heard I aint no turtle
Ima crocodile
Bitch I'll serve ya
Wit this gangsta
Boy Im all in it
And thats fo sho mothafuckas
Aint gon play wit me no more shit
Got me fucked up

If you think Ima ho
If you think Ima bitch
A pussy ass nigga
A fuckin duck
Guess what
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
(2x)

Now check this out
I aint the nigga
Who gon false off
And fall in love
I aint the nigga gon eat no pussy
I just wanna fuck
I aint the nigga who gon run
When the beef come round
Im the one who get the gun
And make the beef go down
You prolly heard that I was pussy
From a pussy nigga
Cuz I don cut a lot of niggas
And they pussy nigga
You think Im bitch made
Then this'll be yo last year
Take out my switch blade and cut yo ass from ear to ear
Take off yo shirt and Im gon rush you like a red nose pit
Get in yo shit, like a dick, And Im off of a trick
I aint the nigga who gon sweat ya
Cuz I fuck wit bad guhs(girls)
But if you right
I'll dress you up and tear the mall up
I aint the one for spendin time
Cuz I run the streets
If you dont like it
You can go
Ill buy another freak
And aint no nigga finna bust at me
You think Im pussy
You gon see you outta luck wit me

If you think Ima ho
If you think Ima bitch
A pussy ass nigga
A fuckin duck
Guess what
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
(2x)

. . .

Hope I Make It

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. . .

Time Could Be Next

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. . .


National Anthem Nigga

(repeat 4x)
Get On Yo Mutherfuckin Shit Hoe (hoe)
Get On Yo Shit
Get On Yo Shit

This For Ya'll Who Do It Small And Be Stuntin Ya'll Ass Off
Shoes Too Damn Small
With Yo Best Friends Pants On
Ain't Got A Tap Of Hustle And You Always Trying To Borrow Somethin
Frontin In Front Of These Hoe Hoes Like You A Mutherfuckin Star Or Something
Hoes Ain't Shit Cause They Got The Shit Bad Too
Dirty Mutherfuckers Need To Wash They Ass Too
When You Doing It Like I'm Doing It Mutherfuckers Harass You
Want Money For The Gar Want You To Give Them The Bag Too
Can’t Stand Them Fucking Broads That Just Make Times Hard
Can’t Stand Them Fucking Broads With No Crack Or No Jaws
I Hate You Freeloaders Cause Ya’ll Be On Some Wrong Shit
Ain’t A Damn Thang Wrong With Getting Yo Own Shit
It Feel Better Riding When You Driving Yo Own Whip
Specially If That Bitch On And It’s Sitting On Chrome Shit
Webbie I’m Doing Bad Do You Think You Can Loan This
Man Fuck U In Yo Ass With A Big Ass Long Dick

If Yo Shit Ain’t On Chrome
You Can’t Make It On Yo Own
You Always Need A Loan
Man You Wrong
Get On Yo Shit
Get On Yo Mutherfucking Shit Hoe ( hoe )

If You Skinny As Fucking Bones
In A Dirty Ass Thong
Ninety Babies At Home
Girl You Wrong
Get On Yo Shit
Get On Yo Mutherfuckin Shit Hoe (hoe)

This For Them Hoes Out The Hood With Them Dirty Ass Thongs
Got They Children At Home Smelling Like Piss And Cologne
For Them Niggas Want Them Loans
But Don’t Never Pay Yu Back But Got The Nerves To Buy A Sack When He Wanna Ride In Yo Lac’
This For That Funky Mamma Down Bad On That Crack Let The State Take Her Children Now She Want They Ass Back
Get On Yo Shit Hoe And Get You A Job
Heard You tried To Sell Yo Pussy But Yo Pussy Got Robbed (damn)
And these Niggas Wanna Squeeze These Triggers Cause They Broke
And They Running To That Dope That’s Fucked Up They Main Man
They Don’t Wanna Give You Nothing
Cuz You’ll Rather Steal From Them For You Ask Them or Somethin Nigga
Jealousy Got These Niggas Catching Felonies
I Hope That Word Don’t Be The Death Of Me
My City They Gone Rep For Me
Baton Rouge Bottom Boys True Niggas Be On They Shit Most Niggas Stay Acting Hard
That Dirty Ass Kid In The Yard Feet Black
When His Daddy At The Club In A Throwback
You Know That’s A Shame
When A Nigga Catch A Charge They Try To Give Him Twenty And He Tell On His Boys
This For Them Stanky Ole’ Janky Ole Filthy Ass Hoes
Club Hopping Dick Shopping Trying To Get Exposed
This For That Nigga Stuntin But He Wearing South Pole
This For That Broke Ass Nigga With A Mouth Full Of Golds

If Yo Shit Ain’t On Chrome
You Can’t Make It On Yo Own
You Always Need A Loan
Man You Wrong
Get On Yo Shit
Get On Yo Mutherfucking Shit Hoe (hoe)

If You Skinny As Fucking Bones
In A Dirty Ass Thong
Ninety Babies At Home
Girl You Wrong
Get On Yo Shit
Get On Yo Mutherfuckin Shit Hoe (hoe)

Rule # 1
If You Ain’t Got It Go And Get It
If You Ain’t On Yo Shit Then I Suggest You Bitches Listen
Broke As Ole’ Regga Bitch How You Gone Act Sudity
And You Too Damn Pretty For Yo Breath To Be Shitty
Sagging Ass Titties Pockets To The Nitty Gritty
Dress Like You Tricking And Yo Pussy All Itchy
Shaking Yo Lil Booty Ass If You Was Independent
Ole Shiesty Ass Bitch
Ole’ Trifling Ass Bitch

This Song For Old The Hoes Who Barely Wash They Feet
For The Pervert In The Living Room Who Love To Beat They Meat
For The Bitch Who Suck Yo Dick But When She See You She Don’t Speak
And You Showed The Bitch Some Love And Put Some Reeboks On Her Feet
For The Nigga Stuntin Hard And He Know His Ass Weak
Got The Line Made His Ass A Thong Out Of Sheet
Now He Gone He A Freak Sucking Dick, Beating Meat
Name Use To Be Torrance Now They Call His Ass Tweet

If Yo Shit Ain’t On Chrome
You Can’t Make It On Yo Own
You Always Need A Loan
Man You Wrong
Get On Yo Shit
Get On Yo Mutherfucking Shit Hoe (hoe)

If You Skinny As Fucking Bones
In A Dirty Ass Thong
Ninety Babies At Home
Girl You Wrong
Get On Yo Shit
Get On Yo Mutherfuckin Shit Hoe (hoe)

. . .

Trouble Man

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. . .


(feat. Webbie & Bun-B)

(Lil webbie talkin) mic check

(bun b talkin) yea nigga yea nigga dis 4 dem niggaz who talkin bout they got it on there mind wanna get it off thurr chest act like dey got it in there heart dats dem same pussy azz niggaz u gone see on dey back on dey muthafucka back sumwhurr on thurr azz sumwhurr up under dat dirt 6 ft we ain't playin like dat (neva) i'm wit dat on a youngster webbie handle dat man 4 trill

(lil webbie verse 1)
now i grew up around triggaz
but it wasn't da triggaz
it waz niggaz huggin da triggaz
dat waz bussin da headz
now i grew up around chickens
and it wasn't the chickens
it waz niggaz flippin da chickens
dat waz duckin da fades

and i'll show up wit a choppa
and it won't be da choppa
it'll be me bussin da choppa
dat havin runnin and scared
and i'll send u 2 da doctor
and da doctor can try
but don't blame da doctor
cuz ur bitch azz dead ain't
neva scare man
i been i chea
i'ma be out chea
cum out chea
u see me out chea hooked
up wit bun b out chea
now we tryna get pimp c out chea
webbie man yall kno wats up
young savage don't give a fuck
23's on every truck whurr me
and my niggaz load up
now i grew up around licks
but it wasn't da licks
it waz niggaz hittin da licks
dat waz makin da bread
i grew up around bitches
but it wasn't da bitches
it waz niggaz pimpin da bitches
da waz gettin ahead

(chorus) repeat 2x's
now hold up hold up
reppin ruggey we grew az soliders
soliders tell me how u think
u gone control us trol us
i got big pottens wit big choppas
and all i gotta holla is load up

(verse 2)
i'm tellin u now i don't play no
games cuz i be on sum gangsta
shit swag ur corner creep up
on ya and let it loose and stank u
bitches but yall cowards azz
gettin scared now ain't u bitches
see yall wanna be hoes so
bend ova let me stank yall bitches
purpertarting boy listen
dem choppaz get da dumppin
and penetrating dem chest
and dey way dey got me feelin
ain't no sense 2 wear no vestz
i'm straight up blessin niggaz
i ain't even askin questionz
shit niggaz 4 wat
i don't believe in askin questions
i'm a nigga wit gutz
and befo i let a nigga play me
i'll joke 4 a buck
close range wit a three eighty
leave his azz leakin while
he shakin on da pavement
beat him down like a white man
doin slavery leave him cryin 4 hiz
momma like a baby oh cushin azz
nigga acttin like a bitch don't
make me whop ur azz nigga
get ur mind right oh
pussy azz nigga

(chorus 2x's)

(verse 3)
u think dis shit a game
man u just wait tell i
cum ova thurr
u ain't really gotta change
u must az well kill urself
unless ur body made of steal
i'm tellin u bring ur azz home
aight now i den said b.r. headed
and get blazed on niggaz
wit mask on be on top of ya roof
u gone think dem bin ladean
people got da choppa 4 u
dis shit is serious my life
is dramakle if u want comedy
stay inside and watch comicview
don't get it started
unless u really want dis shit to
get started cuz wen i get started
dis shit gone get retarded
u heard me i grew up wit nuthang
but soliders and rayals
u heard me use ur common sense
y u think dey call it da dirty dirty
alot niggaz get surve
alot of niggaz be survin
i like 2 see niggaz duckin
wen i be bootin and swervin
cuz dey round hurr thuggin
wen dey should be round hurr
twerkin so 4rm here and on out
it ain't no fuckin mercy u bitch

(chorus 2x's)

(Thanks to Bre4rmlouisana for these lyrics)

. . .


In my own state of mind
Sittin here all alone
Thinkin bout the lady of mine
Damn i did her wrong
all the things that i promised to her
how can i turn around and bring this much drama to her
boy im sorry, i was selfish
and i know it hurted
but i aint did that on purpose
aint nobody perfect
so i just want to tell ya baby
if you ever leave me
i gotta a leave you in my heart
that aint gon never leave me
at times i use to treat you like you just another hoe
but we would both always know that you deserved mo'
i know you did yo life for me
baby i aint lying, im genuwine
and ive been feeling that the whole time
so check this out, if you should ever find a new dude
dont you go and forget a thang that i told you
like you the one, and everythang come before you
and i aint been runnin no game this the whole truth...boo

chrous x2
if you should ever find someone knew
know he better be good to you

(verse 2)
[??] where my home at
on the real i cant see you with another cat
the way i feel, like dont a thang come above you
make me feel i cant let another man love you
boo i hate to see another man stare at you
let alone let another man have you
but you already know that i aint sad [?]
dont wanna let you go but shit im prepared to
but if i had a choice i wouldnt be without you
i know you know that i would rather be beside you
hand in hand every step so i can guide you
and i know you can tell it but im inside you
the reason we aint always seein eye to eye boo
cuz i aint one of those guys who gon lie to you
if you slip up and let another man blide you
make sure nothing but the best that he provides you
oh yeah

chrous x2

(verse 3)
you going to somebody else i aint tryin see it
but knowing that i gave you so many reasons to leave me
i can already see it, and all the trust that we had here
after years and years i never thought it all dissapear
but all my secrets have not been revealed
its over now, and i think if we both try it can be rebuild
but if not, i aint trippin here
im still your nigga, if you ever need love you can get it here
and it dont matter what he done to ya
you got a problem you just holla and you watch how fast i run to ya
no matter where you at im comin to ya
just look over your shoulders for me
yo, this soldier i aint far from ya
my life is full of dark nights you the star to me
and cant nobody else have you i already took you
but if shit doesnt go as planned...look here

chrous till fade

. . .


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