I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller. You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga. You coward nigga, you teller nigga. Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller.
You ever feel like today gon' be a good day. Not giving a fuck 'bout what these niggas in your hood say. I wish I could say I've been there, but frankly I haven't.
Flee, she's telling me she's over me. Babe don't run no jokes on me. In my mind I'm taken back. And now it feels like make believe. . Yeah!. . I play the game,.
(Chorus - Alexis Jordan). I can't do for together. I can do for two more songs. I can't do for together. You scaring with together. . (Verse 1 - Tinchy Stryder).
[Intro: Tinchy Styder and The Chuckle Brothers]. Hello. Hello. Wait, I swear you're The Chuckle Brothers. You must be Barry and he's Paul. Nah something's weird, where's your ladders?.
Hey, yeah, yeah. . Yo, I got my bags packed. Crepe's laced up, let the black match. 09 was all mine, padlock it, had that. My own mind, front line, war like it's Baghdad.
Welcome, the doors are open, Stryder,. . I were'nt invited here, and I aint leaving in a hurry,. And that's exactly how I feel so I quoted it from Dizzee,.
'Cause I can't live without ya, oh, oh, oh. (Girl, I can't live without ya, oh, oh, oh, oh). Cloud nine strides. 'Cause I can't live without ya oh oh oh.
'Cause I can't live without ya, oh, oh, oh. (Girl, I can't live without ya, oh, oh, oh, oh). Cloud nine strides. 'Cause I can't live without ya oh oh oh.
Living to the rhythm and I'm never gonna die. Living to the rhythm and I'm never gonna die. Living to the rhythm and I'm never gonna die. Living to the rhythm and I'm never gonna die.
Yeah, yeah. Yeah. . Now here I go, Timbaland will never bring the same old flow. When the game was mold, I'ma hold my own. Look at these women they wanna sing my song.
Didn't I tell you 'fore I left here. Don't fool no guitar. And the shit be just tearin' me up. . Come on, come on. You 'bout to witness here. A little chip on my shoulder.
[Verse 1:]. They Say U Neva Miss A Good Thing. Not Until Its Walked Out Of Your Door. But Be Careful What U Wish. Cause Someday You Just. Might Get What Your Lookin For,Yea.
Intro: tash. . Yeah, tha alkaholiks. Ay j, I got a crew. They called the loot pack. And they can get crazy fresh y'all, crazy fresh y'all. My man jack is about to get fresh y'all.
Alkies, yeah, we back. Gettin' fucked up off this brand new track. They call me barfly, I sip the bar dry. You girls sing "My Guy" when I buy 'em a mai-tai.
Stop, listen, what's that sound?. Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down. . Hey yo, last FreshFest we was rockin' good times. This LikwidFest I be bustin' out rhymes.
Welcome to the next level. The L I K S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh. . You'se a nigga, everybody diss 'cuz you can't bust this. You got a bad name like Dick Butkis.
Nigga quit playin with the god damn drum machine. Motherfucker (ha) yo. . Wherever my crew go, same old scenario. Takin over every show, rockin on the radio-ohhhhhhhh.
Definition, gangsta, hustla, you know. We make money, we eat, we feed. Pay attention, bitch. Uhh, yeah, come on. Uhh, uhh, make some room. Dogg House, you know.