1.Crack Addiction
2.I Luv Ur Girl
Mm..mm
The american Dream…mmm…mmm
And you know what I mean ahh….baam baam
Yeah,
It goes Hilary Clinton, Barack Obama
Made the moral trap or die ask DJ drama
It goes freak big meech
And Mutha＊＊＊ Osama (Yeah)
An He aint talm bout nuttin so wassup Lil Mama？ (Aye)
I think ya girl want me
And if she doesn't she should (Should)
Three of four blunts a' make the sex so good (Woo)
I just roll em so fast
We just blow em so fast (Fast)
Before I even know it we done blew a whole half (Yea)
Young come through nightime like a burglar
Type o n＊＊＊＊ leave his skully on while he services
Type o n＊＊＊＊ take a phone call while he services
So what he at the back door？
What chu think I'm strapped for？
Yeah we up in the club, I see her do her thang,
You might wanna' rap, but she'll make you sing,
See I was on her, but she was on him,
She all up on ma thang, got my thang on her hip
She ATL pop, don't know how to act,
She left for one song, and came right back,
Grindin on me, the rest of the night
Her man started muggin', he could see it in my eyes
Lil' mama so hood, (I love your girl)
Lil' mama stay fly, (I love your girl)
Wife beater with the denim, (I love your girl)
She keeps them heels on high,(I love your girl)
Man, look at shorty roll, (I love your girl)
Man, look at shorty go, (I love your girl)
And I am sorry I got it bad for your new girlfriend
She runs her fingers through her hair,
He tryin ta call her over there but she likes, (F＊＊＊! That
n＊＊＊＊!)
She drops it down to the floor,
I'm like shorty you should go, but she likes (F＊＊＊! That n＊＊＊＊!)
Call it in “ENVY”, I want her on me,
All up in my head, now she in my bed,
I, I, I, I
Me and lil shorty in the back,
Talkin' bout dis diss, talkin' bout dat dat,
Got her on patron, she actin' all bad,
Your Girl chose me, don't be mad
Kelly told y'all don't bring 'em in the club,
The way she rocks that, got the boy in love,
And I pray that y'all ain't serious,
Cause seriously she's on my dick
Lil' mama so hood, (I love your girl)
Lil' mama stay fly (I love your girl)
Wife beater with the denim (I love your girl)
She keeps them heels on high, (I love your girl)
Man, look at shorty roll, (I love your girl)
Man, look at shorty go, (I love your girl)
And I am sorry I got it bad for your new girlfriend
She runs her Fingers through her hair,
He tryin to call her over there but she likes, (F＊＊＊! That
n＊＊＊＊!)
She drops it down to the floor,
I'm sayin shorty you should go, and she likes, (F＊＊＊! That
n＊＊＊＊!)
Call it in “ENVY”, I want her on me,
All up in my head, now she in my bed,
I, I, I, I
OH, III, ehh, OH, III, ehh
The American Dream…
Ehhh..
Usually, You won't see me hate,
On another dude,
My heart got me up in here willin to separate you
From ya boo,
But she on me, and I'm on her,
We walkin' out the club, shawty what's up,
Mmm… I want her in the worst way,
Plus I just found out that it's her birthday
Lil' mama so hood, (I love your girl)
Lil' mama stay fly (I love your girl)
Wife beater with the denim (I love your girl)
She keeps them heels on high, (I love your girl)
Man look at shorty roll, (I love your girl)
Man, look at shorty go, (I love your girl)
And I am sorry I got it bad for your new girlfriend
She runs fingers through her hair,
He tryin to call her over there but she likes,
She drop it down to the floor,
I'm sayin shorty you should go, and she likes
Call it in “ENVY”, I want her on me,
All up in my head, now she in my bed,
I, I, I, I
Part of me feels so bad, but Ooh! (not that bad)
Situation got you mad, I would be too, cause damn she bad
Damn she bad, bad, bad, bad,
Damn she bad, bad, bad, bad…
3.Royal Flush
4.All Eyez On Me
5.Art Of Storytelling Part 4
6.Speaks To Da Thugs
7.Louie Bag
(feat. Blood Raw)
This it right here homie!
7 8 7 haha!
They told me to get my swag up!
Blood raw is dat you？
I dun see no other way
Ahh Okay Bro
Na wat im talkin bout
(Chorus x2)
The only thing bout me, kid i got swag
The way I count it up and throw it in my louie bag
Its in my louie bag, yea its in my louie bag
Its in my louie bag, yea its in my louie bag
(Blood Raw)
One thing bout raw, raw got swag
Raw hit da mall and I dont pop tags
Raw stay clean, raw stay fresh
You know those must be 87's in them jeans (i guesss)
I Bought em in miami ship em hoes up to blue vault
Musta had 20 chickenheads up in dat u-haul
I move so smooth, cus them jack boys back track
Half a quarter mill in da brown louie nap sack
(Chorus x2)
The only thing bout me, kid i got swag
The way I count it up and throw it in my louie bag
Its in my louie bag, yea its in my louie bag
Its in my louie bag, yea its in my louie bag
(Young Jeezy)
Now dese sant pata, cost me alotta
Pasta spegettii you can send em we ready
Same color as ？？？？？, countin da karate
Make tha doors spin around and round house somebody
Shoes by louie, sippin on louie
Look I cant even lie all my bitches know im louie
One thing about young, young swag wit it
Da only nigga in da drought wit a 19 ticket, lets get it
(Chorus x2)
The only thing bout me, kid i got swag
The way I count it up and throw it in my louie bag
Its in my louie bag, yea its in my louie bag
Its in my louie bag, yea its in my louie bag
(Young Jeezy, Blood Raw)
(Jeezy)One thing about young, young got swag
(Raw)One thing about raw, raw got swag
(Jeezy)Da one thing about me, yea i got swag
(Raw)Da one thing about me, yea i got swag
(Jeezy)Now lemme see it
(Raw)Swag swag swag swag
(Jeezy)Now lemme see it
(Raw)swag swag swag swag
(Jeezy)Now lemme see it
(Raw)Swag swag swag swag
(Jeezy)Now lemme see it
(Raw)Swag swag swag swag
HAHA!!!!
8.National Anthem
9.Straight Drop
10.What A Job
11.Geek Music
Intro：Young Jezzy]
Fabo I gotch nigga!!! (yeah!)
REMIX!!! (yeah)
Yeah, I see you chico (let's go)
CTE nigga!! Grand Hype what up nigga!!？？
West Side, what it do nigga
East Side huh (Slick Pulla what's happenin'？)
You already know... Let's get it nigga
A Fabo, you know I do this one for love nigga
I don't need nothin' nigga (let's get it!!)
I said I'm higher than a muthafucka, right now
I'll shot a nigga dead in his shit, right now
They tought about a law, but I don't see how
Pull up in my car, and the bitches like WOW!!
And was me a Fa-Bezi, he on 3 pills
Rena Gochenasha, need another 3 mil
Bitch you better chill, can't you see I'm floss
Fedarally's on me, so I pause for the boss
All these feds keep lookin' at me
Slowin' down the trap, make it hard for a G
Gotta bitch on Bankhead, nothin' but a Dankhead
Slide thru on tha late night, she give good head
It was me Slick P, you know we ran a train on her
I.O.U., you know we ran the game on her
Mac 11 cock, and the A R steady
Run up on me, muthafucka I'm ready
Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up, Geeked Up
I'm Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up
Star Trek, Star Trek
Scotty don't wanna give a star back
I'm in tha zone, and I bought me a star gack
And I'm really geek'd up, that's a star fact
I'm startin' to see spaceships on Bankhead
I roll wit gangstas, pill poppas, and dank heads
I got partners like Worm, Lil' Boom, Buddy, and Famous
I got sistas like Yasmine, Chocolate, Porcha, they dangerous
I fly like blaze, when I'm burning purp
Real powder heads, we burning hurt
Geek music, I'm earning turf
While you football soft, like nerf
I'm in tha zone, I gotta see my doctor, Scotty's calling me
(Scotty beam me up)
I'm in tha zone, I wanna fly morning, noon, and night
I'm Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up, Geeked Up
I'm Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up
I'm Geek'd up, I can't make it on my own
I'm Geek'd up, I wish these haters leave me alone
Help me, help me, help me, help me
Help me, help me, help me, help me (I just wanna be, free)
12.Hate In Your Blood
13.Elevators
14.Throw Some D's
Zone four, get money, new money
Rich Boy sellin' crack broke niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Rich Boy sellin' crack broke niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Rich Boy sellin' crack broke niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack just bought a Cadillac
Took it to the chop shop, got the damn top drop
Two color flip flop, candy red lollipop
It's hoes in the parking lot
But I still got my glock cocked
New money mothafucka, don't ya see the big dot？
Don't see the big chain？ Don't ya see the big rims？
Wonder who they hatin' on, lately paid for this meal
Candy paint, gator skin seats, call me Dundee
Pope in ya hood, I'm the boy that ya wanna be
Haters wish they could feel the wood in my '83
Ridin' with no tints so the mothafucka know it's me
Rich Boy sellin' crack broke niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Rich Boy sellin' crack broke niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
I never slip, I never fall, a lot of hoes
Gimme they numbers but I never call
A real OG, look at VIP and see a nigga ball
Then after we hit the club, baby, I'ma hit them draws
Yeah, I'ma break you off and that's all
Every freak should have a picture of my dick on they walls
Polow be the shit, zone four be the click, yeah, this for my
dawgs
Yeah, gangstas, hustlers, wankstas, bustas
Wait a minute mothafucka
Rich Boy sellin' crack broke niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Rich Boy sellin' crack broke niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Hit the block on some new ten thousand dollar rims
Can't explain how I feel, touch the gator on the wheel
Got peanut butter, ice cream, peter pan seats
Just got a fresh cut, now we lookin' for the freaks
Take a bad yellow bitch, make her drop them draws
I'ma show ya how to ball, middle finger to the law
So fuck them niggaz what they wanna do
Hatin' on a playa 'cause my 'lac skatin' 22's
When I pull up I'ma park right at the front
Pourin' lean in my cup, got purp in my blunt
I'ma real pimp, bitch, I ain't playin' like a trick
Just bought a new 'lac and put them thangs on that bitch
Rich Boy sellin' crack broke niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Rich Boy sellin' crack broke niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
Throw some D's on that bitch
Just bought a Cadillac
15.Bombs Over Baghdad
16.Outro
17.Money In Da Bank
18.Out Of Here
We getting money over here what it do pimpin
See you boys tipping but you boys ain't tipping
Hold up a yeah it's something wrong wit it
If the money gon' nigga be the fuck on wit it
Don't worry bout what the fuck we smokin over here
Don't worry bout what the fuck we drankin over here
Don't worry bout who the fuck was standing over here
Don't worry bout how the fuck we dancing over here
I'm in a new SS and the tag still on it
And the pussy niggaz hating cause all the hoes on it
She ask me why I looked so mean
I said the Benz just boosted up my self-esteem
Nigga I'm the shit and if I ain't y'all let me think what think
Matter of fact tell the waitress let me drink what I drink
Nigga think I ain't
No need to brag
Man these hoes love Jeezy they just like my swag
The way I do my thang
I'm just a young ghetto nigga wit a big ass chain
If you feeling like a pimp dog gon' brush ya shoulders off
I'm trapping lil daddy gon' get them boulders off
And I'ma teach you how to stunt
As soon as my niggaz roll up these blunts
She said she like my domineer
Between you and me I think she's digging my Beemer
Love the way a lil nigga spit so slick
Plus she heard I gotta big dick that's it
Yeah put it on me girl
Matter of fact tell ya friends put it on me girl
Gangsta shit we got dro in the air
Bottles of Crist', Grey Goose everywhere
I gotta stable full of hoes and a trap full of dealers
A house full of bloods and a house full of killers
I'm heavy on the streets with a rep long as old Nash
I hit a hater wit a heat from a cold gat
I'm posted up on a corner like a street light
Making sure the money move making sure I eat right
Dollar for dollar and dime for dime
We out here hustle for hustle, nigga grind for grind
We got them nines in a halfs
Even them old things grinding on them hash
Folding for doe mane
We all in the dope game
Buying and selling
You haters buying and telling
But what is my niggaz yelling
19.In The Club
20.Prototype
I hope that you're the one
If not you are the prototype
We'll tiptoe to the sun
And do things I know you like
I think I'm in love again
I think I'm in love again
Today must be my lucky day
Baby you are the prototype
Do somethin' out of the ordinary like catch a manatee
Baby, you are the prototype
I think I'm in love again
I think I'm in love again
If we happen to part
Lord knows I don't want that
But hey, we can't be mad at God
We met today for a reason
I think I'm on the right track now
I think I'm in love again
Down and dirty
I think I'm in love again
Let's go, let's go to the movies, yeah
And action
Come here, come here
I said come here, come here
I think I'm in love again
I think I'm in love again
I wanna say, I wanna say thank you
Down and dirty
21.Dey Know
I'm in my cool whip insides jello
Hop up out that pretty muthaf＊cka like hello, hello, hello
Ladies how you doin
Dat nigga crazy girl don't say nothin 2 em
Dey know dey know got white low low
Rock blue take one hello
They know I give a f＊ck about them haterz
Young jizzle been pullin paper
Rich wheels on da coup like savas
Hit da club with 20 brawdz like flavor
I'm on da top floor no neighbors
Who u kiddin I get my 87's tailored
L O L O Dey Know Dey Know
Shawty Lo I got flavor
Cause you know the kid got paper
Like 40 don't sava
BANKHEAD been pullin capas
The way you drop woulda thought I had a taser
Call me street like the raver？
Shawty Lo, A.T.L, I'm the MAYOR
Street Nigga but I can be tailored
Every now and then shawty might rock gators
Me and that kussssh I got acres
Yeahhh no more nosy xxx neighbors
Bigupp to all my HATERS
All these hoes know Lo Dat
I'm picture perfect made for Kodak
Let's talk money
I got plenty
DOPE BOYZ LET'S GET GET GET IT!
Hey Hey Hey Hey how u doin it's L O
'73 I'm the one in the middle
I don't need B I can rock it achapello
No one but two all I needed was a skittle？
YeaHH now I'm Geekd Screamin Yessir just like G
A-town fitted who but me
L O G know He know They Know I am
22.Umma Do Me
I'm a true balla Bitch call me melo
Seats on da wood at da finals like hello (hello)
My money how u doin
It's getting jealous cause I keep on addin to it
Niggaz get murder cause dey don't know wat dey doin
Bitches get nervous cause she luv jus wat I'm doin
Dez niggaz lookin cause dis music wat I'm doin
Keep ya bitches cause da riches wat I'm pursuin
See da phantom on da 4's, I call em new ones
Keep da baddest of da hoes
Look at my new ones
I get new guns, like t.I.p. do
I keep bomb money
Dats wat da bricks do
You just do you (and what), umma do me, umma do me, umma do me
You just do you (and what), umma do me, umma do me, umma do me
Wanna see how it's done？ Then watch me do me, watch me do me,
watch me do me
Wanna see how it's done？ Then watch me do me, watch me do me,
watch me do me
These niggas talking clean but they pocket clean
We spendin money getting money nuttin in between
Chasin a hundred mil ain't gon let nuttin intervene
Respect da hustle bustas gon do dat by any mean
Ay dis I really mean put dis on anything
Dey say I start a lot of shit I say I finish things
Jus like sum dental cream I go in niggaz mouth
And like da limousine I stretch a nigga out
Dis ain't watchu want now u betta take a different route
I ain't bankhead bitch nigga wat is dis about
Use to be bound wen u c me oh we tensin now
Ay stop da music listen dude I cum get witcha now
But once dem hammaz seen u know it's not a dream
We handlin thangs jus like holla mean naw mean
You hearin sayin dat about me you hearin sayin it
New Orlean niggas in ya face you ain't sayin shit
Money you say u get 30 mil. in six yrs
Listen force put me down fa 20, dat was dis year
And let's get dis clear
Jus between you and me
Dat apology was fa B.E.T not D.T.P
I'm doin me
If you ain't talkin bout money you ain't talkin bout shit
You wasn't on da waitin list den u ain't ridin in shit
And if ya watch didn't cost a hundred den you wasted yo time
If you think u can do me you out yo mothafuckin mind (let's go)
Dis nigga insane,
Yea a straight fool
A half a million dollar car and sum house shoes
Call da dealer ships like ya'll trick me
Den y da hell u put my engine where my trunk be
I'm throwin franklins I don't need 1's
Smoke a pound every week like I don't need lungs
Buy em whole sales and sale em retails
Talkin sea food yea fish scales
I said I'm so hot but my house cool
So many rooms dat it looks like a high school
Speakin of high school I neva passed dat (Nope)
Works right hea
Now where da cash at
You wear Reebok, I wear Bally
You smoke Michy, I smoke Cali
You wear Enyce, but I wear Louie.
I drop 600 boys on dis guccis.
You really like her, you might wife her
I don't like her, so I one night her
You make it sprinkle, I make it tsunami
You get chump change, but I get money
You like dancing, I just two step
You like to trick off, but I don't do dat
You don't tote guns, I keep dat tooly.
Wanna see how it's done？ Watch me do me!
23.Superstar
Young Jeezy]
Lupe {＊audience raving＊}
Ha ha
Young
Ah
Ah, ah, oh my God
All this for me, I must be on my job
First album was a classic, never got an award
Took my first ten grand and bought a Honda Accord
And then I pack them thangs inside the Honda Accord
And put them on a highway and watch the Honda Accord
Excuse me (？？？) in here, hope you pressin' record
And on behalf of the streets, I just can't be ignored (YEAH!)
It's phasing all black (Black)
Just like a new glock
All the broads screamin' like they just seen 2Pac
Say his earrings 'bout as big as his ego
Keep a fresh baldhead like he just left Kemo (AY!)
Yes, it ain't mine, this is Lupe's single
And everytime I watch the walls, it's like I just left Bemo (HA
HA!)
Call me malo, come be my Snoopy
Superstar, baby, why when you do me (YO!)
Chorus 1： Mathew Santos
If you are what you say you are
A superstar
Then have no fear
The camera's here
And the microphones
And they wanna' know
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah
You on your fiftheenth minute of fame and on the sixteenth
Beginith the lame, and on seventeen, you lose everythang
The twenty-first is the worse, wishin' you was eleven
Poppin' like you was seven with the feelin' when you was seconds
Reminiscin' when you was just in
Now you just ten, no longer the trend they dressin'
Now you wonderin' where all the press went
You no longer impress them
Get arrested, paparazzi will press then {＊camera flash＊}
I fell on purpose to stay a freshmen
I lose
But Louaton the school for X-Men
So when I get my cap and gown and put the rappin' down
I'll only know half my powers, but I spend half an hour
Like a senior citizen, havin' a baby shower
Haters wanna budget, but my fans still love it
So you can ask them exactly who I are
Nine weeks in number one, I'm a superstar
Chorus 2： Mathew Santos
If you are what you say you are
A superstar
Then have no fear
The crowd is here
And the lights are on
And they want a show
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah
Okay now
Anyone who know me, they know me, the ride
But when the shit was sellin' slow, it's just my homies and I
Had to get rid of all the phonies and the homies's disguise
So you speakin' and I don't reply, homie, don't be surprised
You ain't gotta ride for me, I ain't asked you to
Take a journey on my own, I would glad to do
You go and turn around, now, I call a cab for you
I stand up on my own two, he kissed a ass or who
No way, Jose, we pop Rose, blow dro, there's more, no case
But see, don't say my fault, ain't clip, more yay than Cirque Du
Soleil
Cops is (？？？), all day, kill people and get off like O.J.
You catch your case, just shut your face, don't get caught
singin' do-re
Mi-fa-se
La-ti-do, ghetto, he wrote G Code, I obey {＊audience raving＊}
He's so gaye
They handle them, he's hangin' 'round me, no way
It's okay
Life, listen, learn, I 'gest that you go your way
I be straight
No conversation, man, this all I'm gon' say
Hey
Repeat Chorus 1 ＆ 2
If you are
What you say you are
Then have no fear
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