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Friday, February 10, 2012

The Game feat. E-40 & Big Boi - Speakers On Blast Lyrics

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Song Title: Speakers On Blast
Singer/Band: The Game feat. E-40 & Big Boi
Album: The R.E.D. Album (2011)



Lyrics to The Game feat. E-40 & Big Boi - Speakers On Blast



It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight West Coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out" shit
Empty jelly jars, nigga, bird in the couch shit
The mad rapper, Oscar the Grouch shit
Except when I'm hopping out of cans, I'm pulling out shit
Dippin' the 4 though, double X 3-D Polo
If hip-hop was the league, I'd be the motherfuckin logo
Your last shit was so-so, you should sign to Jermaine
I've been hard since I was solo
Niggas feel my pain, I make it rain without the strippers
Go against the grain, and put your shit back like some clippers
I bang and then I hang out at the Staples like Blake Griffin
You can tell I'm getting money the way that glass house is sitting
I mash out the strip then like Nas when I'm dippin
Feeling like God's Son, the way that It Was Written

[Hook:]
Them boys want they music on blast
Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask
Cause I got another ounce up in the stash
Them boys want they music on blast
Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask
Cause I take 2 hits, and then I pass

[Game:]
I see the cops in the rearview, why can't a motherfucker chill in the car
Feelin' like Missy, why you all up in my grill
They must know that I got bird stashed all up in my grill
Camouflage by the Armor All while it's sparkling off my wheels
And I fuck hoes that pray on Dwight Howard and Shaquille
Not them throwback rats they be on showin' college hill
For real, I think my first album sold 5 mil'
And you say to yourself "He's broke"
Well how the hell am I ballin', like Spalding
I did a couple of movies, now agents calling and calling
Can't get to the phone right now cause balls is all in this bitch mouth
When did we start taking these tricks out?
Now she gon' run her big mouth and tell her girlfriend
You had her all up in the wind
Blowing yo cheese on Louie Vuitton, and now that bitch is in the wind
And after the next draft, she gon' start that cycle again
How you claimin' that bitch when she with him?
Come again cause...

[Hook]

[Big Boi:]
Daddy Fat Sax, my balls are on your chin, but can you tell me where my dick's at?
Come order ghetto, head hunter, head buster through the chit-chat
I skip to the lou, my darling bring the thunder, I'm the lightning that strikes twice
Motherfucker, call me mass of, cause I run the plantation and I'm whooping niggas asses
If they disrespect the presentation, below the Mason-Dixon, we facin' the basses that were missin' pimpin'
You can embrace it or come face to face with total devastation
My mojo is never fadin', I'm in my Optimus Prime transform
Switch it up, heat it up, speed it up, that means I'm gone
Like gears, ahead of your Buzz, Toy Story and club songs
Boy, gone, the A-T-L-iens are phoning home
But I feel like a librarian, cause style's are being' loaned out like books
A castle full of crooks, rape and pillage
They'll do anything for money, I bet misleading the village...

[Hook]

[E-40:]
Not from New England, but I pack a patriot
Not from Atlanta, but I got the cater
Not from Chicago, but I'm a bear.
I'm a bay area nigga, 49er, Raider.
I'm about my bread man, I ain't no sucker
Now these bitch ass niggas soft as table butter
I'm about my riches, magazines, street hustler
You can ask your uncles, daddies, mothers, and your older brothers
But I used to flee through that yellow white
Sellin' that shit below the retail price
I'm a rare breed like the bike club, get it right
Desperado like Tori Amos, shout out to dynamite
I got my red cup, and some green
What kind of green you smoking pimp? Blue dream
My nigga let my hit that there hemp, do your thing
How many woofers in your trunk? 4 15s....



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Thursday, December 8, 2011

Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz, E-40, Sean Paul - Snap Ya Fingers Lyrics

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Song Title: Snap Ya Fingers
Singer/Band: Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz E-40, Sean Paul



Lyrics to Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz E-40, Sean Paul - Snap Ya Fingers




[Intro:]
What's happenin'? Dis ya boy Lil Jon! BME Clik
What's up 40? What's happenin'?
What's up Sean paul? What's happenin'?
Hey! Now ladies and gentlemen it's about dat time
To turn this thang on out
Now let me see everybody do this
Hey! Let's go!

[Hook: (2x)]
Snap yo fingers! Do ya step!
You can do it all by yo self!
Let me see you do it! Ay!
Let me see you do it! Ay!

[Lil Jon:]
Snap yo fingers and then rock wit it
Do it, do it, do it, do it, gon drop wit it
do a step wit it, put your hips wit it,
All my ladies let me see ya put a twist wit it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin', what's up
Got da purp fired up
What's happenin', what's up
Got Patrone in my cup
I pop, I drank
I'm on Patrone and purp, I can't think
I'm blowed, to go
don't know how tha hell I'm gettin home...

[Hook: (2x)]

[E-40:]
Straight from da bay, posted in tha 'A'
Bout to hit tha club, we been mobbin' all day
Drinkin' on some Rossi, dyin' off Patrone
VIP stats, strapped wit my chrome
Look around tha club, what do I see
Everybody rockin' side to side to tha beat
Snappin' they fingers, bouncin' to tha groove
All by they self, that's tha new move
Nigga where I'm from, we like to go dumb
I'm soakin' up tha game, I'm seein' how its done
I ask shawty what they call it, she said tha Pool Palace
Staright from Bankhead, I said you good at it
Do what cha do, you and ya crew
They even got playa's and thugs doin' it too
The mo' that I drank, tha more it's lookin' smooth
I's nothing to a boss, I can do tha shit too...

[Hook: (2x)]

[Sean Paul:]
Chillin' in tha bip, yeah we get crunk
Niggas poppin' bottles and these bitches gettin' drunk
Rollin' up tha kush, put it in tha air
I'm throwin' up tha E's to let em' know that we in here
Brand new shoes, brand new tool
Pull out tha ol school, cuz I'm feelin' real cool
Yeah I'm from tha 'A', so I'm leanin' and rockin'
Snappin' my fingers, then reachin' for my glock BITCH!
Reppin' my block BITCH!, straight from tha deck
When you snap ya fingers shawty, gotta jerk ya neck
Smokin' on tha best, we don't fuck wit dat mess
I bet you can't do it, do it, do it like this
Yeah I'm back to tha track, back to tha snap
1, 2 step, then you gotta lean back
Dis is how we do it in tha 'A town'
(and if you ain't know) this how it goes down...

[Hook: (2x)]

Hey! Hey! (goes until fades away)




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Monday, December 5, 2011

E-40 ft. T.I - U And Dat Lyrics

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Song Title: U And Dat
Singer/Band: E-40 ft. T.I


Lyrics to E-40 ft. T.I - U And Dat




[Chorus: T-Pain]
Girl, I been shaking, sticking, and moving tryin' to get you and that booty
Tryin' to get to you and that booty
Tryin' to get to you and that booty
Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey tryin' to get you and that monkey
Tryin' to get to you and that monkey
Tryin' to get to you and that monkey

[T-Pain]
Girl, he simpin' (Simpin')
I walk up in the club with a limpin' (limpin')
God listen, what you gonna do with this pimpin'?
What you gonna do with this pimpin'?
Girl, I'm a call ya (call ya)
Later on tonight or tomorrow ('morrow), now follow
What you gonna do with this baller?
What you gonna do with this baller?

[E-40]
What you gonna do when I bend the block (bend the block)?
Pull up on that *** in a brand new drop (brand new drop)?
Speakers on blast with tremendous knock ('mendous knock)?
TV's in the dash, rims just won't stop
You need to be down with a pimp like me
I ain't turning down nothing but my collar, you see
I'm a leave you with my number; you should holler at me
'Cause I'm a baller; can't nobody hustle harder than me, oh

[Chorus: T-Pain]

[E-40]
Oh, your *** is right
I ain't tryin' to let that pass me tonight
I'm a put my bid in and tell you something slick
Whisper in your ear while I'm holding my ****
I don't mean no harm, it's the hood in me (hood in me)
Sipping on that Renshaw Hennessy (Hennessy)
Psychedelic colors in my jewelry (jewelry)
Suckers hella jealous 'cause you digging me, oh
Now what you gonna do, mama?
I'm tryin' to dip later on, me and you, mama
I like the way that you groove and you move, mama
You know the women love me; I'm the forty water (forty water)
Popping my P's 'cause I'm laced with game
Nothin' but the Yay flowing through my vein
She wear Miss Sixty, can't fit in the Gucci
'Cause her *** big enough to sit a cup on her booty (goodness!)

[Chorus: T-Pain]

[Kandi Girl]
Yeah, I see you looking (looking)
But my *** in these jeans got you shook, and (shook, and)
I don't think you know what to do with this *****
What you gonna do with this *****?
Yeah, I know you want this (want this)
Tryin' to chase me through the club for this good **** (good ****)
But I don't think you can handle this *****
What you gonna do with this *****?

[E-40]
You looking like you got that good gooshy, gooshy
****ing 'round with me, I beat the brakes off that *****
Have your *** cumming like a porn star movie
Tell your friends, and I bet they all wanna do me
Hos know me, I'm E-Fo-Oh (E-Fo-Oh)!
They recognize pimping when I step in the door (step in the door)
Higher than a satellite full of that dro (full of that dro)
Holla at a playa when you ready to go, oh !!!



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