(Intro). . (Chrous). Dippin N Sippin. Dip, Dippin N Sippin,. Dip, Dippin N Sippin,. Dip, Dippin N Sippin,. . Im on the 105 freeway, doin 110. Patron in my cup, and im Ridin' with my friends..
Intro:. Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye. Sup mayne (x25). . Chorus:. Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murda game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) You talk that shit better be about it bitch!.
Big Country Cane, Big Homie, what it is?. I think I'm a rap straight up for these niggas. Now everybody wanna be the king of the south. When they ain't runnin' a damn thing but they mouth no doubt.
Hey, hey, hey, do ya thang. Hey, do ya thang, hey do ya thang. Hey, hey, do ya thang, hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey, do ya thang. Hey, do ya thang, hey do ya thang.
It's got to be grand, nigga, it's got to be the hustle, nigga. It's got to be the muscle, nigga. Who else they gonna goddamn call to talk this shit, nigga?.
VERSE1. Majesty and praise. ever shall belong to you.. Every star in the sky. ever live to shine for you.. . PRE-HOOK. No other God shall share your fame..
You know it's hard out here for a pimp. When he tryin' to get this money for the rent. For the Cadillacs and gas money spent. Because a whole lot of bitches talkin' shit.
Artist: Paula Campbell. Album: I am Paula Campbell (2007). Song: Aint Nobody Stupid. Lyrics:. 5 in the mornin. Lights in the window he just got home. 14 hours: how long he been gone.
(Aye) Usually I'm not the type to stress you. About spending time, calling, things that I'm used to. But we both know things have changed and. (It's like I) Bend over over backwards can't justify your absence.
oh'. . 5 in the mornin. Lights in the window he just got home. 14 hours: how long he been gone. Not that I was counting. But he said hed only be gone for 3.
Pimp shit. Yeah pimp shit, nigga. Wassup baby Ken?. Like this hea. All my niggaz mayn. Ayo, all the real boss playa. Ayo, this real ATL playa style. Ayo, you can't pimp a pimp playa.
Verse 1. How can I explain this game?. Got me on the road everyday, to fill my name,. Me and my dreams of gettin the world crunk,. To hit Spring Bling, and do the ATL stomp, this thang real,.
[Verse 1]. Some gold glock started as Castor (Castor). Naw nigga its the motherfuckin' Pastor (Pastor). Ready to rapcha. Hittin' my slap shift. Sumin' of the fifth.
[intro]. Yo, yo mic check 1,2 1,2 (y'all know what time it is). This song is entitled (y'all know what time it is). Dsgb throughin it up baby. The who, the what, the when and the motherfucking where.
[Intro]. Yo, yo mic check 1,2 1,2 (Y'all know what time it is). This song is entitled (Y'all know what time it is). DSGB throughin it up baby. The who, the what, the when and the motherfucking where.
[Pastor Troy talking]. This that hard shit (hard shit).... This that hard shit (hard shit).... This that hard shit (hard shit).... PT baby y'all know what time it is (yeah).
Verse 1. Come on, come on. Its going to get crazy in the city. ASkin God is he really coming back to get me. or playing with yeaa. And everything i ever learned as a child.
Welcome, welcome boys and girls. Welcome to the rap game. I hope you all are ready to learn a whole lot, man. We will get straight to it. We ain't gonna waste no time.
You know what's funny. When the shit that makes you laugh, makes you cry. Hell I'm 'bout ready to cry now. Thinking 'bout my cousin Brandon. And how we used to clown.
[Verse 1: Pastor Troy]. . These niggas asking how I choose to die. Just like a muthafucking G is my only reply. Hi 7, Mac 11 with the shoulder slang. Crank me up, bitch I'm gunning killing everything.