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Genre Pop
Label 1Core Produxions
Land Nederland
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Lyrics van JT

Alright




Hook

Yo if you wanna go to war, its alright
Well if you ain't hardcore, its alright
You wanna get it on nigga, its alright
Its alright (its alright), it's alright (its alright) (x2)

(jt money)
I got a problem with fuck niggas
Always talkin' shit and try to duck niggas
Sucker niggas won't finish what they started
Be coppin' dueces cause them niggas soft-hearted
They straight bitches
Always puttin' on shows for these niggas and hoes
Be wantin' to run your mouth but won't throw no blows
Ain't got no scrap, better kill that rap
Think life is a game, until that ass get tapped
And when it do, what you do, you run like a bitch
Or do you straight turn state on a nigga and snitch
When you ain't got your boys, you ain't got no balls
And you ain't gangsta with all them 911 calls
Real niggas don't call police
Real niggas handle theirs when they got beef
Flawed niggas talk shit and know they can't back it
Know they ain't real but always trying to act it

Hook

I'm the original jacker, flawed boy attacker
Taking your life ain't nothing but a factor
Matter of fact, i'm a killer straight out the slums
No time to dump, i got these pumps for you chumps
And i ain't talking bout' the reeboks
Getting three glocks and jumping out of treetops
Making suckers flee spots, and leave knots
Got guns, get funds, yeah i'm packing styles
Suckers acting foul, get smoked like black and milds
Nigga know a plan, laying down this thing
Beyond all that rap shit, i only spit game
You scared, say you scared, but just peep what i said
I'm so wicked off the head, probably shoot out of dread
Thats right, all you suckers better recognize
Before i start recognizing, ain't gonna have you niggas sweatin' mine
I'm in this thang for real, ain't nothing fake here
Putting down in the zone with my nigga shakespeare

Hook

(big gipp)
I wear my hat low, when i walk through a circle of folks i don't know
It ain't to much chalk in these streets that can hold me back
I make stacks and stacks, for the weeks and weeks i got slapped
Freaks, i got the grill with the white gold
Keep a pistol in my hand with the tight hold
From the city where they drop blows
Known to pin-hold down off them figure fours
Shit shady, we all about to bust on sight, lighting up the night
Putting hoes off in 74's and watching em' all blow
It ain't shit funny, its the money man and gipp
Holding sawed-off pumps in your face chump
Don't disrespect the city, streets, that i'm standing on
Niggas from miami and atlanta holdin' heat
It ain't nothing happy
You see, it ain't all about that rapping

Hook

(jt money)
Straight up and down, i'm a let you fuck nigga know
You niggas don't want war, talking all that shit
Cause you apted up on that motherfucking tough guy juice
Get round' the motherfucking boys, listen to this goddamn rap music
And niggas think its a motherfucking game
Alright, play with it
Jt money, big gipp, let you niggas know

Hook



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Als Je Mijn Sleutel Kwijt Bent




Als je mijn sleutel kwijt bent
Moet je over het muurtje klimmen
En dan lazer je vanzelf mijn huis in
Ik ben er zelden of nooit of niet
Je kijkt maar wat je aantreft
Dat is alles
En je vindt het zelf wel uit
Geef de beesten wel eten
En neem de telefoon niet op
En doe de voordeur niet open
Laat de deurwaarder een beetje buiten staan

Als ik thuis kom, geef me dan je overhemd
En ik geef mijn overhemd aan jou
Als je weg gaat
Schrijf het op een briefje
Als je ver weg gaat
Schrijf het op een briefje
Als je voorgoed weggaat
Schrijf iets op m'n mouw
Als ik nog slaap

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Babilon Disko Najt




(muzyka: Jan Borysewicz, słowa: Andrzej Mogielnicki)

Trochę żyjesz, potem cześć
Diabeł mówi ci: dobra, możesz wejść
Wrota dudniąc idą w bok
Wystarczyło na jednej duszy skok
Schodzisz niżej, ciągle w dół
Myśląc - jak tu się kiedyś Dante czuł ?
Kiedy słyszał głos od bram:
Biada nam, biada nam...

Na samym dole myślisz - nie
Tak chyba całkiem tu nie będzie bardzo źle
Faluje parkiet, skrzy się bar
Z głośników daje głos najnowszy super star
Słyszysz jak obok ciebie gość
Powiada: zdało by się może skręcić coś
I wcale miłe piski dam
Biada nam, Biada nam...

Babilon Disco Najt, full i stereo
Na pełną grzeje moc
Za swoje grzechy masz trumnę video
Nie ważne - dzień czy noc
Babilon Disco Najt, full i stereo
Zawsze otwarty kram
Odbywasz ciągle tam swoje rodeo,
które wybrałeś sam

Kręcisz głową niby żółw
Czy to Sopot, czy "Rock Arena" znów ?
Stare twarze, ten sam tłum
Znany ci od lat - ciągły w uszach szum
I już rozumiesz karę swą
Bo wszyscy w kupie znów
Jak w tamtym życiu są
I wszyscy krzyczą: chwilo trwaj !
To jest raj, to jest raj !!!


Babilon Disco Najt, full i stereo
Na pełną grzeje moc
Za swoje grzechy masz trumnę video
Nie ważne - dzień czy noc
Babilon Disco Najt, full i stereo
Zawsze otwarty kram
Odbywasz ciągle tam swoje rodeo,
które wybrałeś sam

Babilon Disco...

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Black Winds Over The Walls Of Csejthe




Countess all dressed in red, forsaken in your fortress in the heart of dark mountains,
lulled by the crying crows, your waiting for the return of he who made your heart beat,
until losing rest forever, to believe tedieum... Your eyes are so black, the evil was
already inside you.. Oh, bloody countess, for ten years of eternity, each fallen night,
maidens where brought to you, the sight of their innocent bodies, fired your devilish eyes,
the thought of drinking their blood, driven to madness, tortured and bled to death sixty
bodies were found at dawn deprived their bloods and souls.. This time, wolves did not
come to the frozen feast, woman of dark desires, now your perversity has come to light!...
Eternal Sleep...

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Dank




Y'all got this motherfuckin pumped up
I noticed aint nobody smokin wit me
Any lace smokers in the motherfucker

[chorus]
Wut chu smokin nigga?!
(dank nigga dank da dank da dank nigga) huh?
Wut chu smokin nigga?!
(dank nigga dank da dank da dank nigga) what
Wut chu smokin nigga?!
(dank nigga dank da dank da dank nigga) huh?
We smokin
(dank nigga dank da dank da dank nigga)

[jt money]
Now if still got yo thang thang
Let em hang man
We in this thang smokin dank nigga dank dank
Free world we off the chain chigga chain chain
Play no games nowda bang nigga bang bang
Money man got these clothes and these hoes in check
Nigga violatin get that ass soakin wet
Suckas act like they dont know bout j
Aint a dayum thang hoe bout j
And that's fo'sho bout j
I hate these otha niggaz talkin all dis ya ya
Up in this mutha fucka wont do a dayum thang thang
Money man still spittin straight game game
Since day 1 aint a dayum thang change change
I got this weed thang nigga on my brain brain
No lacin nigga only smokin plain jane
Get out da game game if you cant hang hang
And wut we smokin on nigga?
Oh sup

[chorus]
Wut chu smokin nigga?!
(dank nigga dank da dank da dank nigga nigga) huh?
Wut chu smokin nigga?!
(dank nigga dank da dank da dank nigga nigga) what
Wut chu smokin nigga?!
(dank nigga dank da dank da dank nigga nigga) huh?
We smokin
(dank nigga dank da dank da dank nigga nigga)

[trick]
Gotta slow mah role
Cant be wastin my shit
In a (???) cuz i be lacin mah shit
Gotta fuckin pay for mah shit
I luv tha taste of my shit
And i dont smoke (???) so get outta mah face wit dat shit
Dont let the bullshit fool ya
Nigga it'll do ya
How ya slap on your ass holla'n bout hallelujah
Get shotguned wit da budah
And i wont pursue ya but shit (???)
A bitch dats smoked out
(???)
I got a half or pound of that brown and e'vrythang get coked out
It aint how im sleeping
'spcially when i used ta peep
Mah bossman holla'n at another coke man
And set me free
Ima remember dem 1-on-1 2-on-2 and (???)
Now da (???) man got (???) dat i know ya like
Im smokin that dank
And i cant sleep cant eat and i cant think
Nigga wut

[chorus]
Wut chu smokin nigga?!
(dank nigga dank da dank da dank nigga nigga) huh?
Wut chu smokin nigga?!
(dank nigga dank da dank da dank nigga nigga) what
Wut chu smokin nigga?!
(dank nigga dank da dank da dank nigga nigga) huh?
We smokin
(dank nigga dank da dank da dank nigga nigga)

[jt money]
My nigga fire up that thang thang
I'm talkin bout dat that dank nigga dank dank
E'vrybody in this game doin this thang thang
(???)
Im on a mission tryin ta make dis thang bang
And boy dont ever let me catch you tryin to gang gang
But that lead up in your head where ya cant think think
And dump your ass in the ditch where you can stank stank
Fuck around wit a nigga tryin ta maintain
(???) out chya brain brain
We gettin money nigga shit all your main main
Got tha love got the bud and the flame flame
All u niggaz talkin bout how they can swing swing
We can do anything brotha bring bring
And be prepared to get your ass put to shame shame
And what we smokin nigga
(dank nigga dank da dank da dank nigga)
Fo' sho!

[chorus]
Wut chu smokin nigga?!
(dank nigga dank da dank da dank nigga nigga) huh?
Wut chu smokin nigga?!
(dank nigga dank da dank da dank nigga nigga) what
Wut chu smokin nigga?!
(dank nigga dank da dank da dank nigga nigga) huh?
We smokin
(dank nigga dank da dank da dank nigga nigga)

[chorus till end]



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De gooi en smijtmeid




Je pakt je little partner bij de noise
En je tikt d'r op d'r hoofd met een grote doos
Dan gooi je de little meid op 't vloertapijt
En kijk hoe ze daar dan mooi leit

You pak je little partner bij de mouw
Verkoopt d'r eerst een zoen en dan een watjekouw
En zwaait d'r om je heen, aan d'r linkerbeen
En dan trap je even op d'r teen

Je neemt je little partner bij d'r haar
En je gooit d'r in de lucht met een boel misbaar
Dan vang je d'r weer op en je zet d'r op d'r kop
En dan roept ze woedend: "Donder op"
Ja, dan roept ze woedend: "Donder op"

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Glory, Herr Hauptmann...! / Slawa, Slawa, Slawa, Pane Hejtmane!




[Sbor okultistu:]
Slawa, slawa, slawa, pane hejtmane,
dowolte by cele mesto priwitalo was.
Co stalo se my doufame, ze mic se nestane,
a muzem rict ze mohl to byt pekne drahy spas.
[Spiritus:]
Wase blahorodi i s celou druzinou,
werte ze ja k oslawe mam pricin nemalo
a ze stastne je to shledani
s mou dcerou jedinou,
dneska se u Spiritusu pije zadarmo!
[Satrapold:]
Moji drazi okkultiste ted dik muj patri wam,
jelikoz je temer jiste, ze ja ohrozen byl sam.
Poedeldorf ten proradny
chtel hejtmanem se stat,
a ja mel byt ten neprawy -
to dluzno potrestat!
Wsak nechci mnoho trapiti
jiz pratele was sluch,
ze odhalen tu wzapeti pekny dobrodruh.
Wsak dowolte mi rici jen,
co na srdci ted mam,
nez Poedeldorfa za mrize
uwrhnouti dam!
Ja hejtman jsem ted was,
a urad muj je tim,
ze slovo dawam zakonum
kde zlocin wrha stin.
Po otci jsem von Satrapold
i u dwora jsem znam,
tam spolecnost mi wzdawa hold,
to s chuti priznavam!

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Het meisje van de slijterij




Erna, Linda, Greetje, Bonnie, ja ook zij
Bracht mij net als al die anderen aan de zuiperij
Het meisje van de slijterij, dacht mocht mij meer en meer
En het eind van het liedje is altijd weer:

Ik werd verliefd op Greetje, zij was prostitue
Met een smoes dat ik er op wou, bezocht ik dikwijls Gre
Mijn liefde haar bekennen, ach, mijn aard is niet zo vrij
Zodat ik weer gedreven werd, naar het meisje van de slijterij

Dan was er ook nog Gerda, huwelijksmakelaar
Met een smoes dat ik wou trouwen, kwam ik vaak bij haar
Ik trouwde dertig vrouwen, die scheidden weer van mij
De flessen troost vond ik bij, dat meisje van de slijterij

Vroedvrouw was Annetje, dus koos ik Yvet
Want die wou twaalf kinderen en dan beld' ik steeds Annet
Maar jaarlijks naast het kraambed, stond ik er zwijgend bij
"Onze beste klant ben jij", zei dat meisje van de slijterij

Wanneer u mij begraven gaat, bijvoorbeeld na mijn dood
Zet niet te veel koffie, smeer niet te veel brood
De opkomst zal gering zijn, een slechts treurt om mij
Zoals ik u daarnet al zei

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Ho Problems




Let it go
Let it go
If the ho wanna ho nigga let it go(4x)

[jt money talkin]
That's what im talkin bout
Niggaz need to let it go, ya know
Hearin all these stories about, niggaz goin to jail
Diein bout these muthafuckin ho's, you know what im talkin about

[chorus]
Ho problems aint no problems
Dont hate the game cuz that aint gone solve em
Nigga you need to let that muthafucka go
Just like you got it you can find another ho

[jt money]
See ho's come a dime a dozen
What you is nigga hard up but lovin
Pushin and shovin abouts a woman
Who givin up the ass
Homeboy ya buggin
I told you bout trustin them stankin ass h-o's
You gotta learn to work them bitches for the peso's
Stop trippin bout that pussy cuz it aint your's
Y'all niggaz need to learn how the game go
It's a trip and i will tell yo' ass no more
Young nigga put shit past no ho
For you cry like a sucka go solo
Cuz them bitches damn sure call the po-po's
In any case bro

[chrous]
Ho problems aint no problems
Dont hate the game cuz that aint gone solve em
Nigga'z fall in love but they just dont know
When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho(my nigga) (x2)

[jt money}
It's another one of them ho things
Niggaz be a addicted like cocaine
Straight up and down naw that aint the way to go man
Quit trippin bout them grabbin ass gold diggers
Naw real niggaz fall jus cuz you a ho nigga
Spend a lotsa loots jus so you can knock the boots
Of a slimy ass scandolous prostatute
Nigga you betta try to fade dat bitch
Cuz me and the boys straight slayed that bitch(mmmhmm)
And i aint liein neither
Trippin bout them ho's betta leave that shit to beaver
Cuz a nigga run through yo shit
Fuckin all these ho's and dont give a fuck who yo' bitch
Cuz shit get bad for your health
And if you got ho problems betta keep em to yourself
Probably alotta other niggaz that'll hit her
But you just a weak nigga that fell in love with em

[chrous]
Ho problems aint no problems
Dont hate the game cuz that aint gone solve em
Nigga'z fall in love but they just dont know
When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho(my nigga) (x2)

[jt money]
What if your girl let another nigga hit it
Would you accept it our would you cry like a bitch
You'd probably try to kill her then kill yourself
Sayin she wasnt real but you wasnt real yourself
Cuz you knew she was a ho when you met her
But the pussy so good you just wanted it forever
And it hurt you to know another nigga got it
But tell me dogg what could you do to stop it
Nothin!

[chrous]
Ho problems aint no problems
Dont hate the game cuz that aint gone solve em
Nigga'z fall in love but they just dont know
When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho(my nigga) (x2)

[jt money talkin]
Know what im sayin
Bout time for jt money to get back off in this game(you know)
Lotta niggaz was steering y'all wrong wit dis ho shit
Know what im talkin about
But im in it to put it down for dat real you know
Let you niggaz knowa bout these ho's
Teach you bout this game fo sho! baby

[chrous]
Ho problems aint no problems
Dont hate the game cuz that aint gone solve em
Nigga'z fall in love but they just dont know
When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho(my nigga) (x4)



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Ik Ben Hem Kwijt




Ik lig in bed, ik kan niet slapen
Op geen enkele manier
Rampspoed is mij overkomen
En ook dronk ik te veel bier.
Naast mij ligt mijn vriend hij slaapt we waren samen in de kroeg,
't was gezellig totdat zij kwam
En 'm om een vuurtje vroeg.

Refr:
Ik ben 'm kwijt, ik ben 'm kwijt, ik ben 'm kwijt
Ik heb het zien gebeuren,
Ik ga die dag meteen maar eens uit mijn agenda scheuren,
Het is in feite al een feit:
Ik ben 'm kwijt.

Ik kende haar nog van de mavo
Ze was toen al jongensgek
Ze had nog steeds hetzelfde luchtje
en die bijdehandte rotbek
Als ik haar niet voorgesteld had
Was het niet gebeurt misschien
Nou ze wond hem om haar vinger
Zelfs een blinde kon het zien.

Refr.
Ik ben 'm kwijt (3x)
Ik heb het zien gebeuren,
Ik ga die trut nou maar meteen eens uit m'n poeziealbum scheuren
Die verschrikkelijke geit
Ik ben hem kwijt.

Hij moet eerdags overwerken
Ik weet precies hoe dat zal gaan
'Sorry schat ik kom wat later'
En iets met in de file staan
Als 'ie thuis komt ruik ik vaak diezelfde geur weer om 'm heen
En hij wil me maar niet kussen
En dan weet ik het meteen..

Refr.
Ik ben hem kwijt (3x)
Ik heb het zien gebeuren
Ik kan die foto's van ons 2 nou net zo goed door midden scheuren
Maar hij kriijgt nog wel eens spijt
Ik ben hem kwijt.

Ik lig in bed ik ga zo slapen
Er is weer rust in mijn gemoed
Rampspoed was mij overkomen
Maar nu gaat het wel weer goed
Naast mij ligt mijn dooie vriend, ik stak een broodmes in z'n rug
Het was eig'lijk heel eenvoudig
Die zien we lekker nooit meer terug

Refr.
Ik ben 'm kwijt (3x)
En wat er ook nog gaat gebeuren
Ik ga die kut eens van d'r clit tot aan d'r navel openscheuren
Die doet d'r benen nooit meer wijd (hahaha)
Ik ben ze kwijt

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Ik Was Effetjes Haar Naam Kwijt




Het was half tien en de wekker ging
ik had vannacht geslapen met een lekker ding
en ik rook ââ

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Jtr




i drink you up,
For every drop of you is sacred.
Every drop i drink you up.

You fill my cup,
The way you laugh.
Eyes of a child,
Lean on me, you fill me up,
You make me love,
So unconditionally,
Generous to me, you give me love
And break my heart.
Slip, you fall, i pick you up and dust you off,
You break my heart.

Rain, rain, rain down on me,
Again and again,
Rain down on me.

Take all you want,
And only hope can i, you won't deny,
Your love for me, my love.

No, don't cry, if it's too high,
I lift you up, we'll make it, make it.
When i was oh so tired,
You come along to wake me,
Time and time again and again,
With a smile you save me child oh, oh, oh...

Rain, rain, rain down on me,
Again and again,
Rain down on me.

Look, we play our cards,
And i question by the grace of what,
We play our cards at all.
Come fill me up, oh, fill me love when i'm empty.
When i'm all dried up

No, don't cry, if it's too high,
I'll lift you up, we'll make it, make it.
Oh, i was so so tired,
You come along to wake me, wake me.
Time and time, again and again,
With a smile you save me child.
Oh, oh, oh...

Rain, rain, rain down on me,
Again and again,
Rain down on me.

Rain, rain down on me...



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Kennedy [BHQ Dub]




I wanna be a Kennedy
I wanna be a big heart breaker
Live fast and for real
And you can follow it in the papers

I wanna be a Kennedy
I wanna shake hands with heroes
And kiss the girls of centerfolds on the tongue
And die young

I'll be brave tonight, either live or die
I'll be brave tonight, standing tall and bright
Such romantic eyes got me hypnotized

And if I had my chance I'd never let you go
And if I had my chance I'd never let you go

I wanna be a Kennedy
I wanna be tall and handsome
I'd conquer the world
And you'd see it on television

If I could be a Kennedy
If I could be a real heart breaker
I'd watch you crash into my arms
With the stars under the barrel of a gun
We die young, we die young

I'll be brave tonight, either live or die
I'll be brave tonight, standing tall and bright
Such romantic eyes got me hypnotized

And if I had my chance I'd never let you go
And if I had my chance I'd never let you go
And if I had my chance I'd never let you go

I'll be brave tonight
I'll be brave tonight
And if I had my chance I'd never let you go


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Kite 2 Da Boys




[talking]
Caught up
Dirty game
Nigga i deal wit it though, you know
Shit aint easy out there on them streets boy, you know
Y'all niggaz watch yo ass boy, hold it down, fo'sho

[chorus]
They got me down but it aint no thang
When i hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin through the same ole thang x2

[jt money]
What up dogg hope you chillin cuz i aint
I wish i could be out with the boys but i cant
I really dont know what kinda time a nigga facin
Cant get a bond cuz i aint cooperatin
So ima strap down they gone take me for a ride
You'll look out for my shit while a nigga on the inside
Been here before so it really aint shit
You'll let me know what's goin on in the streets and whats sum flix
Probably get a buzz when i think you got this letter
Shit is at it's worse and it can only get better
I be holla'n at my lawyer and he be tryin to work su'um
But i aint copin out shit cuz they aint got nothin
Just maintain'n here waitin for a court date
Dont need no loot becuz my commecery straight
And give a wussup to the boys 'round the way
Im shootin you this kite on the 9th day of may
My dogg had a b-day i hope his shit was straight
But when i hit the streets it'll be to late to celebrate
Just hold the fort down cuz your boy gone be alright
Right now im doin 500 pushups e'vrynite
My shit be on tight feelin like my shit gone burst
And im lock down on nigga merc from off the turf
That nigga dats jus (???) tell the boys peace
A couple otha niggaz we know from off the street
I would say they names but you prolly wouldnt know em
But i bet chu'd recognize these cats if you saw em
We got shit locked so you know your dogg straight
I'll write you page 2 when we take a smoke break nigga wut

[chorus]
They got me down but it aint no thang
When i hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin through the same ole thang x2

[jt money]
Yea boy nigga back afta i smoked 1
And this fd fuckin c shit aint no joke son
They have a nigga locked down all day
And the only outside a nigga see is the hallway
No bitchez
You know da ones they got on the streets in pictures
The whole thing operatin on snitchez, witchez
Why i dont talk bout mah case
You nosey ass niggaz tryin to be up in a nigga'z face
Muthafuckaz better back off me
These niggaz try to act soft, (???) in they rooms tryin to jackoff
Poor fucka run around and catch a new charge
To many niggaz flaw talkin bout how dey live large
And to use the fone it be a long line
But i just whup oneofdez wannabes down b4 they fone time
Cuz ima be here alot more days
And aint nothin up in this thang but niggaz and o-yay's
And a couple crackaz who robbed banks
Da otha day my nigga swallowed some balloons and got a nigga dank
We was gettin all serious on the rec y'all
Gotta be careful cuz them guards be sweatin hard
Or them jealous ass gramps might snitch
So ya gotta break em a lil picture get shook down
These muthafuckas out to keep me
But im shill cuz i still my ole girl weekly
Wit my lil sisters and my 2 kids
But im out boy i gotta do this bid im holla though
Catch y'all niggaz on the turf

[chorus]
They got me down but it aint no thang
When i hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin through the same ole thang x2

[jt money]
Boy i cant wait to get up out this shit
This muthafuckin institution life's a bitch
Police tell you when to eat and sleep
Shit jus creep a nigga miss the streets
Always get strip searched right out the vizo
Lost that right cuz i slapped up my hizo
Fuck that nigga aint about dis shit
A nigga gotta stay the fuck out this bitch
Know what im sayin

[chorus]
They got me down but it aint no thang
When i hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin through the same ole thang (4x)



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Let's Get Down




Let's get down tonight, cmon!
(I wanna get down... oh yeah!)
Let's get down tonight, cmon!
(Gotta get on down...)

Cool, Like the gang we hang. JT Playaz' ready to swing.
The bounce announce, the funk moves the crowd.
If you with it let me hear it, if you with it.. No doubt.
We hitting, tell me who be the crew?
Who be the crowd rocker comin' on through?
Jay be with the JTs. Vibe from the Eighties.
The badder the brother, the badder the butter be,
The cool MC with the G-A-N-G-,
And we doing it like some kind of sneaker.
Yo JT! Bring the funk straight through the speakers.

Let's get down tonight, cmon!
(I wanna get down... oh yeah!)
Let's get down tonight, cmon!
(Gotta get on down...)
Let's get down tonight, cmon!
(I wanna get down... oh yeah!)
Let's get down tonight, cmon!
(Gotta get on down...)
Let's get down tonight, cmon!
(Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh ye-e-eah...)

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Long Beach 2 Fillmoe




Artist: Daz Dillinger & JT the Bigga Figga
Album: Long Beach 2 Fillmoe
Title: Long Beach 2 Fillmoe


feat. Killa Tay
Uh uh (Geah, geah, geah, geah)
Yeah yeah (Wha wha)
Dogg Paw Records (Uh uh)
G.L.P. Records (Geah, geah, geah, geah)
Uh uh, check it out, check it out
Tha Gamblaz (D-1-8) What?

[JT the Bigga Figga]
We low-key - city streets, we on the under
Bring thunder, bomb beats for hot summers
We at this, in and out just like a robbery
Break bread, lay down slow because ya bother me
Stressed out, ghetto shots the metal hot
When the cats get to buckin and shit, peep the pot
Camoflauge in the buckets we ride, get up inside
On the other side, now we collide, it's Westside
Certified, I make it happen for my real folks
Representin Fillmoe, we make them hits
All the way to the L.B., cuz them niggaz tell me
They be gettin they grits

[Chorus: JT] - 2X
We put it down for the real folks
L.B. to Fillmoe - you can't fuck with this!
And when it come to the tips
Westcoast represent y'all - all we make is hits!

[Daz Dillinger]
I'm lookin ghetto fab, coordinated with some G shit to bang
Twenty cents on the hang, ain't a fuckin thang
The Bigga Figga Dilli ride the city gettin greedy
Ohh what a pity, smokin sweets and switchin Philly's
I get off the chain, get loose sip juice
On my way get down 'fore I start to produce
I need a valet my frame of mind is madly
Ohh how can I be happy when the feds tryna jack me
They try to get at me and they try to get me
Nothin but G's is ridin with me, all the bullshit can miss me
Westside, Eastside, we ride slide and die
For the cause baby girl, be fuckin her out of her drawers
She know me from back in the days, I get the cabbage
Dat Nigga Daz gots to have it, haha!
I'm a motherfuckin hustler, busts on busters
Fuck all y'all suckers and ride on motherfuckers

[Hook: JT] - 2X

[JT the Bigga Figga]
Man it's more like nuttin to lose, and a lot for me to gain on
I stayed back waitin my turn and got my game on (Game on)
We're not a spotlight, shine every rhyme
Maybe only cuz that's how us niggaz came on

I'm in the same zone of the twilight, livin the high life
And I gotta rhyme tight, man cuz all my fuckin fans
I'm puffin on grams, until a niggaz nearly can't see
For tape three I can't come weak, I'm at my peak
Do a hundred thou a week, through the streets
Got us ready to start collectin 'fetti, swing cars like Andretti
Heavy chips that Tha Gamblaz flip, when we hit
Like the '89 quake, that shook the fuckin Bay
Day to day is what I'm talkin 'bout, who the fuckin tightest?
You know about Tha Gamblaz, G.L.P., Frisco's Finest
Diamond cut records and beats, nuttin sweet
When I speak, only represent for the elite
We play for keeps, fast cars and jeeps, for all my peeps
Clearin up the Billboard charts, on a single sweep
No retreat, I keep the heat, waitin in my notebook
50 bar rhymes with no hooks

[Killa Tay]
They say my mind's in the sky cuz I'm high as a kite
I see the devils run for cover when my people unite
Tryna get my thug life right, and change the way we all think
Finally found the missing link (What is it?)
God is real, I felt the touch
No way to ignore that I recognize
Ain't no money from the third eye, so why lie?
Expectations sky high, then we all die, but the game won't change
So many curses, so many hearses, stuck in my brain
I know the way God works, took me 28 years
To finally face all fears and see my real life clear
I near thug heaven pledgin allegiance to my livin
And the feds can't hate, they know my talent's God-givin
Never been to prison, I'm supernatural for real
Remainin military minded, with a passion to kill
So if the revolution pop off, I'm ready and deadly
I dare any one of you peckerwoods to play with my 'fetti
So feel the fury flow, the planet revolves around me
And now I'm thuggin more than sucker-free
I pray for strength to keep my mind right
Eternal limelight, still in my sight
But now I see straight, my B.G.'s can't re-late
Cuz I'm high-powered...

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My Captain.../ Muj Hejtmane...




[Stobla Blether:]
Muj hejtmane a wladce panstwi
jilemnickeho
od sluhy sweho prijmout racte
kone noweho.
[Satrapold:]
Ten dobry dost, ten dobry dost.
Ja nahlizim, ze stolba muj
na tohleto ma nos!
[Stolba Blether:]
Ach jasnosti, wzdyt nezaslouzim
pochwaly te wznesene,
wzdy ponizene Wam jen slouzim
co staci sily me.
[Satrapold:]
Ten dobry dost, ten dobry dost.
Wsak dluzno priznat - u Dwora
by nebyl zadny skwost.
Jiz neztracejme cas, kdyz wola powinnost
se obeznamit s neradem co budi nelibost.
O kild a dobro nam zde ulozeno dbat,
a chybu dela ten, kdo porusuje rad.
Zelwowinou "browning" muj
wykladany jest,
prosadime stuj co stuj
zakona tvrdou pest!
[Stolba Blether:]
Tu w hostinci u Spiritusu
dli cizinec podezrely,
zlocinem cpi ze wsech koutu
ohawne to duchareni.
A ta dcera hospodskeho
jmenem Calamarie,
zhyralosti neskrbleno,
kdyz mu nalije!
A pohledte, tam w rohu sedi
w newazane zabawe,
oprenou ma hlawu w dlanich,
nablito ma w rukawe.
[Satrapold:]
Mladiku, chci uwerit,
a rad wam take preji,
ze nechybi Wam apetit
w Krakonosove kraji?!
[Atrament:]
Apetit mne newemou
a co se toho tyka
mate nyni pred sebou
wprawde labuznika!
Ted wez, obludo strizliwa,
ja okultista jsem,
co te wubec zajima,
co delam cely den?
Ja kaslu na ty urady
co wladnout by mi chtely,
jen sam si zwolim zasady,
jak prozit ziwot cely!
[Stolba Blether:]
Ty luzo jedna spinawa,
jak mluwis s nasim wewodou?!
To zabi tlamy w bazinach
dowolit si nemohou!
Zde duwod mam, as wic nez dobry
jej do satlawy wzit-
za urazky a hrube wzpoury
musi zaplatit!
[Satrapold:]
Ba co wic - on prozradil,
jsa takrka w deliriu,
ze okkultismem zpusobil
on sobe tezkou winu.
A w pritomnosti teto damy
chowat se jak dobytek;
to srownam si tez Blethere s Wami
az prijedem na zamek!

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On The Grind




East coast nigga if ya wit me let me hear ya say east coast
East coast nigga if ya wit me let me hear ya say east coast

[jt money]
I want the jackpot
The gats, the yachts, the fat knots, the big house
And fly bitches i can dig out
I need a room for every day of the week
But right now it's kinda hard tryin to stay on my feet
I gotsta hide it
Dolla bill dreams of a poor hustla
And i get's money wit no busta
That's why i dont fuck wit a lot of niggaz
Cuz hoe niggaz foul out bout gold diggerz
See im a nigga tryin to get by
Get high
And get that money right so i can get fly
I want the finer (???) skins the leathers
Wake up every mornin wit 2 bitchez in bed
Im high foreva
Lazer beams guard my door
Champagne bottles on the floor from the nite before
Da money man be's the illest
I mean foreallist
Killa gets hot man like phillis

[talking]
Hey you j you know we gotta put it down baby
Know what im sayin
We gotta put it down for the 9-9 know what im sayin
You gonna put it down
[chorus]
Keepin my mind over matter
People walkin 'round talkin that chit chatter
Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here
It's about all who you know
Pound for pound
Toe to toe
Blow for blow
Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here

[jt money]
E'verthangs addictive sex, drugs and gamblin
Fat chunks, fly cars, bitchez and gun handlin
Niggaz goin out for the goods dont believe me
Im tryin to move on up like georgia wheezy
But shit aint easy
E'verythangs a hustle
Cracka's out to rush you
Niggaz out to touch you
Camoflauge down but never camoflaug'n
Out on the grind tryin to bump fed charges
Information be leakin
Bullets heat seakin
93 hour peepin
Nowadays i be creepin
It's a god damn shame how dis game make a nigga
Always see in benzo's, lexo's, lac's and figga's
And fly ass bitchez out for the witchin
But aint no thang here bitch you cant get dis
But when you get dis
There's plenty more to earn
When you got fast loot in your pocket dat shit burn

[talking]
Ay yo bi
You know what im sayin
You got dem niggaz and dem hoes out there
Yryin to come up off of you
You know what im sayin
[chorus]
Keepin my mind over matter
People walkin 'round talkin that chit chatter
Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here
It's about all who you know
Pound for pound
Toe to toe
Blow for blow
Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here

[talking]
Yo boy you been puttin it down for 10 years now
Know what im sayin
It's yo time to shine now
So all y'all wannabe's need to step back baby
There ya go
You got the keys to the benz
Keys to the house
Know what im sayin
Got 3 million in the trunk
And you know i got you some of the poudy
For you to smoke on the way where ever you wanna go
And put it down any state, round the world, nationwide baby

[jt money]
I came up so now a nigga sittin on butt
Nowadays when you see me im in nothin but plush
Luxary auto
Get loose my motto
I sip and swallow
Bubbles right from the bottle
Cript joint the follow
They get me nice
Girlies lose they site from starrin at the ice
Got grip like a vice
Pockets stay fat
All my niggaz in da pip holdin gats
My mob is thick e'vrybody sittin on cheese
Wit fly ass bitchez wit tricks up they sleeve
Da boys burnin trees and fonto leaves
Bitchez wanna skeeze for honey bees and g's
But naw fuck them hoes
A nigga cant stand em
Flow get low when them hoes leave you stranded
Naw fuck dat shit bitch get out on the ground
I aint tryin to spend shit ima hold on to mine
What?

[chorus]
Keepin my mind over matter
People walkin 'round talkin that chit chatter
Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here
It's about all who you know
Pound for pound
Toe to toe
Blow for blow
Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here (2x)



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Pimp Matrimony (interlude)




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Pimp Vs. Usa (interlude)




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Playa Ass Shit




Gotta work these hoes
Gotta work these hoes
Gotta make this flow
Gotta work these hoes
Gotta work these hoes
Gotta make this flow
Gotta work these hoes
Gotta work these hoes
Gotta make this flow
Gotta work these hoes
Nigga what?

Check it out!

This be some playa ass shit, what this is nigga? [some playa ass shit]
This be some playa ass shit, nigga what this is? [some playa ass shit]

I say they choose raw niggas
They use flaw niggas
We can't forget they use all niggas x2

Check it, this be some playa ass shit, soft ass niggas need to check you bitch

They choose raw niggas
They use flaw niggas
We can't forget they use all niggas

[jt money]
They hungry foe that cheese
They get down on they knees
Tryin' to get dem honey bees
Think she won't? nigga please
Let's be real for a minute
If yo' hoe couldn't spend it
Would that bitch still be wit' it?
Hell naw nigga quit it
Stop fooling yourself, this ho floss to much
Since you fucking this bitch, you done loss to much
Everything cost bread from her toes to her head
>from the jewels to the threads, nigga sleeping in yo' bed
Nigga fuck that bitch, ?? floss don't make since
Use to do lil' shit, now you paying this hoe rent
Nigga what thats yo' life, trying to turn this hoe trife
??? from the club trying to make her yo' wife [nigga what?]

Uh! this be some playa ass shit
What this is nigga? [some playa ass shit]
Yeah, uh! this be some playa ass shit
What this is nigga? [some playa ass shit]

They choose raw niggas
They use flaw niggas
We can't forget they use all niggas

Uh! this be some playa ass shit
Now what this is nigga? [some playa ass shit]

Alot of you niggas don't be knowing how to treat these hoes
When you meet these hoes, wanna sweet these hoes
And trying to keep these hoes
And playa hating on a playa
Mad at me cuz i'm getting broke off why you pay-a [shit]
Thats the game and nigga i'm in it
So you keep breaking off these hoes with that loot
And i keep helping 'em spend it
Too many niggas got they game in they pocket
Trying to rank my game but you just can't stop it[uh!]
See my game is just two strong, three strong, four strong
I been out here so long
For some new jack to come and try to knock me
I know that git jock me cuz he alway trying to mock me
See i don't sweat that, cuz pimping ain't easy
A major you chumps is just measly, believe me
See ain't no trick fooling me
She ain't gotta be true to be, as long as she do for me
Peep game!

[hook]
Playa haters don't understand the money man
I keep grands plus your best hoe my biggest fan
Tell me where you niggas was when game was being passed out
If it wasn't for that loot alot of niggas would be assed out
You get amped around these hoes and wanna flash knots
I get a word these same hoes off in yo' stash box
I'm in this thang for the riches
Plus i'm a pimp and i love all my bitches

[hook]



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Poetry Moment (interlude)




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Pussy Ass Kid And Hoe Ass Play (payback Is A Mutha Fucker)




* credited to luke, as it appeared on his album of the aforementioned title

Intro: luke

Yo, it's a fucked-up thing! i gotta bring kid n' play on this motherfuckin'
Album here, two pussy punk-ass niggas - yo, check this out, what i'ma do
Is i'ma go get last year's rookie of the year, jt money of poison clan,
This year's rookie of the year, bustdown - yo, bustdown, kick some of
That west bank shit on these fuck niggas!!

Verse 1: bustdown

Well, i'm first up as a rhyme conveyor
Luke records in the house for the payback, player
Kid n' play can suck a dick! get me a mic and a 40
And let a real nigga wreck shit
To me you're walking on a tightrope. instead of tryin'
To be real, you're steady sweatin' them white folks
Keep runnin' your big mouth, but if you come to my hood,
You'll get your asshole whipped out!
Then i'ma play you to the back seat
'cause i'm runnin' more game than a track meet athlete
As if you didn't know, huh, you're dealing
With a west bank dicksman, hoe
But anyway, i got a rhyme to deliver
Get your draws out your ass, quit frontin', my nigga
'cause if you don't, well you'll keep gettin dissed on
And if i see you at a show and you're slippin', you're gettin' pissed on!

Chorus (4x):
[what about kid n' play?]
[wick-wick-wack!]

Verse 2: jt money

Now for starters, with kids i don't play
'cause y'all some fuck-ass, punk-ass, coochie niggas anyway
Jt i the house, niggas, check it
Tryin' to diss my nigga luke to sell your wack record?
Let me talk about the kid. i remember
Some ol' coochie-nigga shit you did
When we was up in new york
You was followin' luke, talkin' 'bout, "we gotta talk!"
On that man's dick, got your ass wide
Open and you're talkin' that bullshit
Both movies, i boo 'em, 'cause you had hoes,
But you wasn't stickin' pipe to 'em
Thought they was fantastic. but through the
Whole fuckin' movie, kid was gettin' his ass kicked
And 'bout that other nigga play - he needs to
Get dissed 'cause he's a punk nigga anyway
Be 'round here kissin' hoes, while i'm dissin' hoes
And stabbin 'em with fishin' poles
You need to try to lay pipe in 'em
Oh, i forgot - punks don't like women
Now you're tryin' to diss somebody
At jack the rapper, you was hangin' 'round luke's parties
Now you're outta gas, with two motherfuckin'
Punk-haters on yo' ass, jt and bustdown
Now let's see you hoe niggas get tough now
Get the rubbers out your ass, dick-suckers!
...and fuck them pussy motherfuckers.

Chorus

Verse 3: bustdown

Now let me put my boy kid in his place
With them wick-wack rhymes soundin' like rob base!
'cause if i have to come tag that ass,
I'ma max, wax, tax and drag that ass!
I get sharp like a ice pick
I'm on a hype tip, holdin' mic tight as a vice grip
You couldn't deal with the concept
I'm collected and calm, but on the mike i'm a bomb threat
So motherfuckers get real
I got a heart like gold and a dick like steel
You wanna diss, punk? please!
You got a flat top thicker than commodity cheese!
Luke left it up to me and jt
To take it from the bottom to the t-o-p
I seen your second house party; it figures:
Two house parties for two house-ass niggas!

Outro: luke

Two house motherfuckin' niggas. do y'all niggas know what a house
Nigga is? a house nigga is a nigga who work in the house. who cleans
The master's ass, who cleans behind the master, who wash the master's
Ass. y'all house niggas. i'ma feel niggas, we feel niggas here in miami.
That's why y'all niggas can't understand us, y'all fuck-niggas talkin' too
Much shit, y'all niggas better watch what you sayin' 'cause y'all fuck-
Niggas, y'all don't know, y'all get fucked up here. yo, check this out -
Miami is closed to y'all niggas. y'all barred. y'all can't come here no
More, fuck-niggas. y'all can't sell no more records here. and if all real
Niggas in the world is real like us, y'all don't buy them fuck-niggas' shit
No more. 'cause they ain't shit. pussy punk-ass niggas.



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Rap Ass Nigga




Most rappers ain't nothing but niggas who talk a good one
Talking bout' they thugs, g's, and hustlas
Or they'll kill a nigga quick bout' some dumb shit
Get your mind right, i can tell you'se a young kid
Still a nigga see right through your game
I know it ain't no substance to your game
Trying to outdo the next nigga, claiming g
But all you rap ass niggas are the same to me
I gave you game for free, and i just call it like i see it
Say you real, well nigga be it
Nigga don't speak about it, be about it
Cause i'm the type of nigga to come through and see about it
Damn right, nigga kill with that camouflauge
Cause i know you as real as a damn mirage
You ain't really here
Talking that same shit, even though you only real as the game you kick
Rap ass nigga

Hook

Well if you go on and on til' the break of dawn
You a rap ass nigga
And if you hip the hop, the bee-bop don't stop
You a rap ass nigga
And if you fluent talking all that gangsta shit
You a rap ass nigga
And if you fit any one of those categories, boy you need to quit
Cause you a rap ass nigga

Motherfuckers think they can tell anything to a nigga
You got us fucked up like liqour, pussy nigga
Cause you got a big budget, thank you can drop anything on the public
And we gonna love it
Naw playa, it don't work that way
Keep playing, fuck around and get hurt that way
Shit, i feel like a lot of niggas owe me cheese
Got me wasting my bread on these wack cd's
Niggas might as well only sell singles
Get out the game and go do commercial jingles
For kool-aid, pringles, or some other shit
Rap ass niggas just make a nigga sick
Can't hold in my beat no mo'
If i try you, then i might blow
But it might slow, down in the bottom
Rap ass niggas need to fall like harder

Hook

I'm on a roll like shit paper
Getting cheese while these other niggas get vapors
All for me, but my game go beyond this
Thats the reason other motherfuckers join this
I mean jealous nigga, when you look upon this
All you see is greatness and wanna harm this
But see you harmless, so find someone to play with
You out your league, fucking with this heavy-weight shit
With all that fake shit
I'm flowing really scary huh
Barely to you niggas who clown like jim carrey huh
Flows vary from bass to that funk shit
Got you open, cause i'll never join your punk shit
Motherfuckers on the jock like they want dick
Copy cats hear their flows and get so sick
Beat downs all you fuck niggas gonna get
For even thinking you can sit on my chrome bitch

Hook



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Schijt Aan De Bazen




refr.:
We hebben schijt aan de bazen
De baas die gebruikt ons allemaal
We hebben schijt aan de bazen
Hij denkt alleen aan kapitaal

Het gaat erom het resultaat
Van 's morgens vroeg tot 's avonds laat
Winst is het enige dat telt
Altijd maar meer, geld, geld, geld

refr.

De baas die reis met z'n vette pens
In een te dure Mercedes-Benz
Met een GSM op zakformaat
Te weinig flappen op onze salarisstaat

Schijt aan de bazen (schijt aan de bazen)
Schijt aan de bazen (schijt aan de bazen)

refr.(2x)

Schijt aan de bazen

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Schijt Aan De Buren




Bij ons in 't cafe is elke dag wat aan de hand
Maar daarom is het ook de allermooiste kroeg van heel 't land
We zingen iedere avond met alle liedjes mee
Maar ja, dat is toch heel gewoon in een goed cafe
En hangt er dan weer zo een kwaaie buurman aan de bel
Die boos is om de herrie, nou, dan zingt het hele stel

refr.:
Schijt aan de buren, daar gaan we nog een keer
De vloer gaat op en neer, o jongens, wat een sfeer
We hebben schijt aan de buren, vandaag hebben we feest
Lang geleden dat 't zo gezellig is geweest

Sinds kort heb ik verkering, nou, u weet wel hoe dat gaat
Je bent de eerste dagen lang niet met zo'n meissie uitgepraat
Ik laat haar alle kamers van m'n huissie zien
Dat heb z'n loop, en maakt die schat wel herrie, man, voor tien
En hangt er 's nachts weer zo een boze buurman aan de bel
Dan zingt die lieve schat, als een echte lellebel

refr.(2x)

Ik heb veel liever goeie buren, dan een hele verre vriend
Maar, iedere dag opnieuw dat zeuren
Dat hebben wij toch niet verdiend

refr.(2x)

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Something 'bout Pimpin'




Jt money:

I got a problem with this punk ass bitch i know
Ol' no good skanlezz switch out ho
An untrustworthy bitch like delilah
Only thing she good for is puttin' dick inside her, mother fuckin' face
Bitch got some good neck
But the little trick need to learn some respect
She made me beat her ass.
Take a nigga out this game.
See i don't beat my hoes cause all my hoes is payin'
But this one act like she don't understand
You is the bitch, me, i'm the man
Remember dat shit, then learn to submit
And that when you stop gettin' your funky ass kicked little hard headed
Trick
See a nigga know about ya
And i know a dollar bill 'll bring tha ho outcha
Then you got the nerve to claim you better than the rest of my hoes
When you ain't even in the rankin' of the best of my hoes

Chorus: somethin' about pimpin'
That makes me love this game
Somethin' about pimpin'
The hoes be off the chain
Somethin' about pimpin'
I just don't wanna stop
Somethin' about pimpin'
Cause this players gotta keep a fat knock

Too short:

I'm like jd walker
Pimp hat to tha right smooth talker
Bitches workin' all night like a stalker
Gettin' every last nickel dime and quarter
Pimpin' ain't hardly nuthin' new to me
Used to be a little kid watchin' movies
I knew what i wanted in life, about nine or ten hoes
I ain't want no wife
I used to walk real cool like my leg was broke
And i still do, now i get paid from hoes, beeitch
Cuz this east side nigga don't care
Since i was nine years old i been a player
And now i got a lot 'o women
It's never endin'
It's just somethin' 'bout this pimpin'
Chorus

Jt money:

Now, one time for you h-os
You wanna try a real player bout his pesos
Hey hoes, i know you in this game tryin' to come up, pick a come up
Got these niggas got they nut up for some cut ups
So wut up all i wanna do is get this money witcha
I'm dead serious, i ain't tryin' to be funny witcha
I teach tha game but it ain't for free
When i see you with some change you just bring it to me
See you can come up in this game
And you can get hurt ho
When you in public just remember who you work for
Cause all them tight ? cats gonna come try to holla
So called ballers, flashin' they dollars
Hatin' j baby, you just play it crazy
Let him spend his loot on them boobs
So you can pay
All i want is the bread
He want the pussy and head
Don't be misled just remember everything i said
Beotch

Chorus until end



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SOMETHING ABOUT PIMPING




Jt money:

I got a problem with this punk ass bitch i know
Ol' no good skanlezz switch out ho
An untrustworthy bitch like delilah
Only thing she good for is puttin' dick inside her, mother fuckin' face
Bitch got some good neck
But the little trick need to learn some respect
She made me beat her ass.
Take a nigga out this game.
See i don't beat my hoes cause all my hoes is payin'
But this one act like she don't understand
You is the bitch, me, i'm the man
Remember dat shit, then learn to submit
And that when you stop gettin' your funky ass kicked little hard headed
Trick
See a nigga know about ya
And i know a dollar bill 'll bring tha ho outcha
Then you got the nerve to claim you better than the rest of my hoes
When you ain't even in the rankin' of the best of my hoes

Chorus: somethin' about pimpin'
That makes me love this game
Somethin' about pimpin'
The hoes be off the chain
Somethin' about pimpin'
I just don't wanna stop
Somethin' about pimpin'
Cause this players gotta keep a fat knock

Too short:

I'm like jd walker
Pimp hat to tha right smooth talker
Bitches workin' all night like a stalker
Gettin' every last nickel dime and quarter
Pimpin' ain't hardly nuthin' new to me
Used to be a little kid watchin' movies
I knew what i wanted in life, about nine or ten hoes
I ain't want no wife
I used to walk real cool like my leg was broke
And i still do, now i get paid from hoes, beeitch
Cuz this east side nigga don't care
Since i was nine years old i been a player
And now i got a lot 'o women
It's never endin'
It's just somethin' 'bout this pimpin'
Chorus

Jt money:

Now, one time for you h-os
You wanna try a real player bout his pesos
Hey hoes, i know you in this game tryin' to come up, pick a come up
Got these niggas got they nut up for some cut ups
So wut up all i wanna do is get this money witcha
I'm dead serious, i ain't tryin' to be funny witcha
I teach tha game but it ain't for free
When i see you with some change you just bring it to me
See you can come up in this game
And you can get hurt ho
When you in public just remember who you work for
Cause all them tight ? cats gonna come try to holla
So called ballers, flashin' they dollars
Hatin' j baby, you just play it crazy
Let him spend his loot on them boobs
So you can pay
All i want is the bread
He want the pussy and head
Don't be misled just remember everything i said
Beotch

Chorus until end

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Suudlus Lbi Jtunud Klaasi




Hetke vaid mni mlestus kestab.
Kuid on neid, mida minna ei lasta.
Kllap siis on meil vga neid vaja,
sest nad leiavad aja, klastavad maeid taas
Hetke vaid mni mlestus kestab,
kuid on neid, mida minna ei lasta.
Kllap siis meie vajame neid,
sest nad tulevad taas, kas sa ootad vi ei.

1.
Sajab akna taga laia valget lund veel htu eel.
Ja ma kki lbi jtunud klaasi siis su silmi nen.
Sina surud vastu klma klaasi suu ja mina ka.
Bbm
Nii jlilled kik me aknaklaasil siis sulavad.
Nii jlilled kik me aknaklaasil siis sulavad.

2.
Sellest pevast saab nd ige mitu lund ja muudki veel.
Tundub nagu oleks toona ninud und ma htu eel.
Nd mu akna taga ulub jine tuul ja kurb on meel,
kuigi aken on just nnda nagu siis lilledes,
kuigi aken on just nnda nagu siis lilledes.

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That's How I Feel




* appears on and is credited to the luke album listed

Jt: yo, bring me some cuts in (scratches) ... blast a final round ...
One punch and they're down ... don't be sweatin' me like no bloodhound
... know i'm sayin'? for yo' ass can't be found, know i'm sayin'? doin'
It like dat! peep game.

Verse 1: jt money
Well here i come, watch the way i rip on the dope tip
That suckas cannot cope wit, they get they fuckin' throat slit
Oh shit! it's that nigga jt,
Rippin' shit with my nigga l-u-k-e
In the new, 'cause i rule like a motherfucker
Don't give a fuck, plus i'm down to start (?), sucka!
Now if you're comin' with the same ol',
Snatch your heart out your chest like that nigga named kane-o
I'm all around that, 'cause i'm that nigga,
That'll fuck you up like a gallon of liquor
Put the fuck-shit up in the 9-4
Always fuckin' fine hoes and chargin' like rhinos
So niggas please don't test this
'cause if you test this, that must mean you got a death wish
Oh yes, it's, me and capt' dick,
Suckas can't see or hang with this rap shit!
And you know you can't follow this
Try to swallow this, and yo' punk ass will catch a hollow tip
In the lip, so you niggas better chill
With the ill, 'cause that's just how a nigga feel, word!!

[step up, what up?]
[that's how i feel!]

Verse 2: jt money
Fuck-niggas who try to diss get a fist in they mouthpiece
I represent the south-east, niggas know about these
Skills that i rip on a regular
Put yourself ass crop ahead with my cellular telephone
And it's on like that with the glocks
You'd think i was luke the way i make you fuck-niggas hot
So don't stop, get it, get it, plus i'm wit it
And if you think you want some, well nigga, come and get it
'cause my shit is just too dope,
Three dope, four dope, niggas know i'm no joke
Capt. dick told me to drop some rough shit
Throw up your set and i bet you'll get dust quick
Y'all motherfuckers know me
If i was out west, nigga, i'd be claimin' og
So don't front on the skills
It's like that, motherfucker, that's just how a nigga feel, word!

[step up, what up?]
[that's how i feel!]

Outro: luke
See, fuck-niggas, we feel a certain kind of way down here, certain kind of
Way that y'all niggas might not understand, y'know? personally, we feel
Like y'all niggas fuck-niggas! that's how we really feel. me and jt money,
The rest of the group, we feel that way, to tell y'all niggas somethin'. you
Could be a hoe-ass nigga, you could be a bitch-ass nigga, you could be a
Nigga that suck our dicks, if you wanna be that nigga. don't get scared,
Fuck-nigga. 'cause we gots no love for you, nigga, we gots no love for yo'
Bitch, nigga, we gots no love for yo' friend, nigga -- real niggas down here.
Yo, jt money, yours truly -- fuck y'all hoe-ass niggas.

[step up, what up?]
[that's how i feel!]



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Too Real




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Whatcha Want




Nigga, be the shit like manure
No niggas true'er, gats go boo-ya!
Slugs go through ya', give a fuck who ya' claim to be
None of y'all niggas can't hang with me
Gimme some room, let me slang these bow's
Flaw ass niggas, trick ass hoes
Pull a blade game, finna get you killed
Fuck with mine, i'll split your wig
Take no shorts, play no games
Put it on your ass boy, it ain't no thang
Chickens say j, let em stray
Death to them niggas that playa hate
Can't apologize nigga, its too late
Whatcha want boy, come meet your fate
Know when you take, your ass gonna die
I'm the last nigga you wanna try

Hook

Whatcha want boy, nigga what you want huh? (x8)

I keep my business on the low-down
Cause the motherfuckers act like they so down
Wait up hoe, sit your ass better slow down
Cause i got enough bucks for us to go round'
I'm the type of nigga to get in your town
Find out where you live, kick your door down
Run up in it, lay you and your hoe down
Introduce both of y'all to the floor pal
Better know pal, j don't play shit
Real nigga from the m-i-a bitch
Flawed niggas in the game on their last leg
????
Better move that shit, before i come through
Cause i'm a hit you with more than the 1-2
I'm who, dat nigga you don't wanna fuck wit'
Hit your white ass open like a dove shit
Better bust bitch

Hook

It's a dirty game, niggas off the chain
Better keep a thang, better bang-bang
Gotta lay my hang up in this bitch
Flaw ass niggas, i'm a bust your shit
Money man comin', better start runnin'
Nigga when i'm coming, believe i'm gunnin'
Step to plate, i'ma shut you down
Got them choppers to cut you down
Wassup now, nigga still wanna play
Fuck with j, be d.o.a
Ain't no game, boy i said that before
Put a nigga ass six feet below
Nigga whatcha want, nigga whatcha need
Don't wanna die, then you better take heed
Rotten niggas gettin' beside theyself
Nigga like me, get bad for your health boy

Hook



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Who Dat




[jt money]
Jack jack.. yeah!
Put em up! put em up!
Yo yo.. jt money!
Throw em up! throw em up!
Jt money!

Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (go nutty - who dat?)
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (who dat? huh?)
Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who
(who dat? who dat? who dat? who dat?)
Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew
(huh? yeah!)

Yo who dat off-brand nigga tryin to hang wit the clique
Flossin like you came wit the clique
But would you bang with the clique if it was thick
Or do you just ride dick?
Cause playa, i don't know you, nigga tell me who you wit!
If you hang wit the squad, you bound to get scarred
Sucker boys run they mouth, real niggaz run the yard
Round here we blow trees, don't fuck with ob's
You dick-ride niggaz might be the police; aaaah-iight?

Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (aiy-ya nig-ga)
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (yeah!)
Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who
(who dat? who dat? huh?)
Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew
(tryin to.. in my.. it's you!)

Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (aiy-ya-ya)
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who
(who dat? who dat? who dat?)
Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew
(who dat? tryin to get up in my..)

[sole]
Uhh, me and my girls rollin deep, represent the sole
Bunch of fly-ass bitches, when we ride it's on
See them niggaz all pause, droppin digital phones
Askin me, where you from, cause they wantin to clone, niggaz..
Them lines, they spit, they want, my shit
But game, be whack, i turn, my back
Then hear that you're lickin, stickin it
Tell all your friends that you're dickin it
Swingin on them ??
Hi-fi shit nigga, get sick with this, say
Who dey? who dat? no chance, blew dat
When you said that you wrote this
Have red zone niggaz on blow for this bitch
Don't you deny it nigga, don't even try it nigga
You makin claims that you laid wit the fly nigga
Don't know, your name, it still, remains
That you, would say, you fucked, so-le`
Everytime they turn a back, burn tracks
Niggaz wanna say they've earned stacks
Dick be jack, picture that
Say my name i'm the one, who the fuck is dat? why?

[jt money]
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (aiy-ya-ya)
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who
(who dat? who dat? who dat? huh?)
Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew
(who dat? tryin to get up in my crew!)

Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (aiy-ya-ya)
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who
(who dat? who dat? who dat? huh?)
Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew

I been said a legendary up in this motherfucker
Veteran in this game, and still bringin ruckus
Never had no time for tricks or no bustaz
I only fuck wit dat real i got no love for suckers
All these tiny-ass niggaz be wanna wear my shoes
Ain't got the slightest of clues or either paid your dues
Then these hoes goin crazy, bout j baby!
The way you show me your love, is by the way you pay me
The game room been closed, so stay up out of mine
Just know i keep niggaz up and krunk, like battle lines
Motherfuckers be all up in a nigga biz
Tryin to question my shit just like a pop quiz
Nigga what this is? aaaa-ight?

Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (aiy-ya-ya)
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who
(who dat? who dat? who dat? huh?)
Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew
(who dat? tryin to.. in my.. it's you!)

Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (aiy-ya-ya)
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who
(who dat? who dat? who dat? huh?)
Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew
(who dat? tryin to get up in my crew!)

(we out to change nigga!)
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
(we runnin game nigga! you wanna bang nigga?)
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
(it ain't no thang nigga! we out to change nigga)
Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who
(we runnin game nigga! you wanna bang nigga?)
Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew
(it ain't no thang nigga! aaaa-ight!)

Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (aiy-ya-ya)
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who
(who dat? who dat? who dat? huh?)
Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew
(who dat? tryin to.. in my.. it's you!)

Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who
Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who
Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who
(who dat? who dat? who dat? huh?)
Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew
(who dat? tryin to get up in my crew!)

Yeah!



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