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Boom
00:58
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And i'm just walking down the street tryin' to find me something to eat and i ran across this freak, who was talking about, she was trying to sell some pussy to me for 'bout 40 dollars a nut, and i like to nut like three times, so that's 120 dollars i can save if this bitch just gives me some pussy for free. right, but she wasn't listening to me, so she followed me to the room and, you know, i assume i'm just gonna get some head for a minute or two...
she came through the door, put her shoes on the floor and...
on that big brass bed i throwed her, bitch never saw such a dick that i showed her.
i put her over then i told her to control her voice, she had no problem bitch had a pussy hole of a horse.
i opened it up, i stuck my dick in, she caught her wind and said "huh aaah", looked at me and said "D, do you love me now?"
i said "biiitch, what are you smoking, your pussy ain't no better than the rest" and kept stroking.
she started crying, but still she kept her legs open, steady wishing and hopin' that she could be mrs Copeland, bitch your crazier than you look, go wipe that cum out your nose, cause you're nothing but 40 hundred croff snatchin hoe who...
tried to sell me some pussy, but no, you ain't gonna sell no pussy to me
sell no pussy to me
she said she love me, i'm the only nigga that can make her left thigh shake,
she want that money, that ice that she strife, let me get that cake....
yeah, if you sell me some pussy bitch, you can't have it back.
it's all mines now, i'm the owner of your pussy cat, you can't manipulate a player with pussy games and tricks, matter fact, it's 500 bitch for some dick, uh.
niggers either begging and pleading wishing for pussy hole, not me nigger cause i keep my ducks all in a row.
meaning that they understand, and is they all mine and if they can't mine bitch move your ass down the line.
bust a couple and i'm feeling fine, i don't really have the time to help you out your fucking buying, your destiny you gotta find.
you gotta have an understanding my personality demanding, keep them lips tight i'm busting like a cannon.
oh, do not haste, to lower your face below my waste to take a taste of paste it's not a disgrace.
ask me whats the solution, i told her prositution, bitch she do it down in houstun.
tryin' to sell me some pussy, but no, you ain't gonna sell no pussy to me
she said she love me, i'm the only nigga that can make her left thigh shake,
she want that money, that ice that she strife, let me get that cake....
hey, say, i'm so glad we had this opportunity so please let us seize this moment in time, and i'm inclined to tell you something intellectual, let me get up in your ear, near, whisper something sexual, i bet you will. she said "please you can say that, you're just talking shit, swallow, spit i'm payed cash"
i said woah, hold on mama, how we getting all of this and just like santa clause she went down a little list, she said "30 for some head, 50 for some ass, we've gotta 20 dollar jack off special, but you gotta do it fast"
really all you need is personal management, and on the cool i specialize in working with damaged shit.
got all this cash, dunno how to handle it, and it's funny how you make money off these hotted sandwiches.
the advantage is, i get that thaang for free, so you ain't gonna get no change from me...
tryin' to sell me some pussy, but no, you ain't gonna sell no pussy to me
tryin' to sell me some pussy, but no, you ain't gonna sell no pussy to me
she said she love me, i'm the only nigga that can make her left thigh shake,
she want that money, that ice that she strife, let me get that cake....
she said she love me, i'm the only nigga that can make her left thigh shake,
she want that money, that ice that she strife, let me get that cake....
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3. |
Almighty Dollar
04:09
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5. |
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Rollin' up another swisha listenin' to the beat again
Drankin' but we concentratin' smoke another sweet again
Steadily rewindin' trying to make some hot shit
Oh what a job this is
Another all nighter tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit
Oh what a job this is
[Devin the Dude]
Drankin' yet I'm thinking of another rhyme
Smokin' hoping that some bad news will come some other time
Cause I'm trying to do what I love, I love what I do
This music is something mo' different than the weed and the brew
That's why we mashin' we ain't asking for nothing we working for it
Push it peddle it to the people they can't ignore it, this is for
All the independents, a few major labels
The big studios who still give niggas favors
On the mixin' and mastering, puzzlin' and plastering the tracks together
On tapes, CDs, wax or whatever
This is for all the engineers who smoke weed
Can't forget about the production costs and all the hidden fees
For another rhyme written, we spend time spittin' in the booth
Sometimes it's like a pigeon coop
But it's all for the cause [vocal scratch] so I'm
Gonna continue to MC and smoke weed, you know I'm
Rollin' up another swisha listenin' to the beat again
Drankin' but we concentratin' smoke another sweet again
Steadily rewindin' trying to make some hot shit
Oh what a job this is
Another all nighter tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit
Oh what a job this is
[Snoop Dogg]
As easy as it looks to you I make it look so easy
With the music I be making the impression I be leaving
A lot of folks they stop and stare, thinking Im'a trick it off
I roll another bleezy, puff it, pass it and shake it off
Move on to the next phase and it's amazing
The next generation of rappers, big Snoop Dogg raisin em'
Mmm, that's 15 years in the game
Still got the fortune and fame, yeah I'm doing my thang, check this Devin
Somebody said that real Gs to go heaven
So I'ma keep spittin' the truth on these fools like a reverend, stay open
Like 7-11 that's 24/7
When you need some hot shit stop by and get you a beverage, I'm serving
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it in, let it play and let me blow your mind
It's the dominant conglomerate prominent and I'ma get
What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob to the beat
Rollin' up another swisha listenin' to the beat again
Drankin' but we concentratin' smoke another sweet again
Steadily rewindin' trying to make some hot shit
Oh what a job this is
Another all nighter tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit
Oh what a job this is
[Andre 3000]
We work nights, we some vampires
Niggas gather round the beat like a campfire
Singin' folk songs, but not no Kumbaya my Lord
You download it for free, we get charged back for it
I know you're saying, they won't know they won't miss it
Besides, I ain't a thief, they won't pay me a visit
So if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob
And take a couple kernels off it that would be alright with you
Hell no! Yeah, exactamundo
But we just keep recording and it ain't to get no condo
And Candy Bentley fanny with no panties in Miami
And that cute lil' chick named Tammy that you took to the Grammys
See we do it for that boi that graduated
That looked you in your eyes real tough and said 'preciate it
And that he wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for your CD number 9
And he's standing with his baby momma Kiki and she cryin' talkin bout
That they used to get high to me in high school
And they used to make love to me in college
Then they told me 'bout they first date, listenin' to my tunes
And how he, like to finger nail polish
I say hate to cut you off but I gotta go
I wish you could tell me mo' but I'm off to the studio, gotta write tonight
Hey, can you put us in your raps? I don't see why not
Devin it's the Dude you gon' probably hear him talking 'bout
Rollin' up another swisha listenin' to the beat again
Drankin' but we concentratin' smoke another sweet again
Steadily rewindin' trying to make some hot shit
Oh what a job this is
Another all nighter tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit
Oh what a job this is
[Snoop Dogg:]
Yeah, this life we live. What a job this is. Real spit man
A lot of folks want to walk in these shoes but they just don't know man
it's a hell of a job, man
To be a rapper, MC, whatever you want to call it, man
We got a lot to deal with. Family members we gotta always look out for
Baby momma nagging, you know I'm saying kids need this,
And then again the public need that, we gotta make hot music
Cause if it ain't hot it don't mean shit
But you know, it's all in a day's work
What a job this is my nigga
What's crack-a-lackin' Devin the Dizzude?
Snoop D-O dub, J Prince, Jazz Prince
Yeah, Rap-A-Lot still on top. 2007
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Broccoli & Cheese
03:59
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I pick you up
I look you up and down
You so fine
In my mind I'm sayin'
Now how can I make this ho mine
I got the tank on F
I got a bag full of herb
Your favorite drink in the holder
The restaurant song reserved
They got smothered shit
And other shit I can't even pronounce
But I can count
I know the weed I have is less than an ounce
We ride and we talk
We joke and we laugh
And we drinkin'
While I'm thinkin'
bout pokin' that ass
And at last
We pulled up in front of
The restaurant-a
Ah yea Benihanas
Chose a table by the window
So we can look at the stars and shit
He made our plate
We ate, got back in the car and dipped
But on the way home I tried to grab your hand and put it on my bone
You pulled back and said 'go on boy'
Girl, this dick is so clean
This dick is so clean that you can boil it in some collard greens
Girl, this dick is so clean
Girl, this dick is so clean that you can serve it with some lima beans
This dick is so clean
This dick is so clean that you can boil it in some collard greens
Girl this dick is so clean
It'll probably go good with your broccoli and cheese
Tell me why, oh why
You won't let me get between them thighs
Tell me when
Ya gonna open up and let me in
You got all kind of excuses
And you used to niggas trippin'
They just want your body
I know that ain't what you givin'
On the first date or whatever
But it's the third time we been together
And it seems like girl you're forever
You're forever mine
Aww because it gets better with time
Oh girl
You got what I want
I got what you need
At least let me smell it
Just get a whiff of that pussy
You be thinkin' I stick this dick up in hos at random
Come on girl that ain't how I handle 'em
I mind my manners
And uh
Girl, this dick is so clean
This dick is so clean that you can boil it in some collard greens
Girl, this dick is so clean
Girl, this dick is so clean that you can serve it with some lima beans
This dick is so clean
This dick is so clean that you can boil it in some collard greens
Girl this dick is so clean
It'll probably go good with your broccoli and cheese
I gave you roses
Even chocolate candy
Tell me what else should I do to get you out of them panties
Spend time, I tried to
Just count the things that I do
A couple of dollars for your ass
Hold that girl, I got you
And I'm even willing to pump it
You need a boost I'll jump it
I'll use my hand to unscrew your off-hand(?) and jump it myself
I'd like to help you with your sexual needs
And if I put this thing in you girl
I bet you will see
That it's good
If down the line you ever find a disease
And don't know who gave you the shit
You didn't get it from me
'cause see
Girl, this dick is so clean
This dick is so clean that you can boil it in some collard greens
Girl, this dick is so clean
Girl, this dick is so clean that you can serve it with some lima beans
This dick is so clean
This dick is so clean that you can boil it in some collard greens
Girl this dick is so clean
It'll probably go good with your broccoli and cheese
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7. |
Boom II
00:56
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8. |
She Useta Be
04:57
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That's her, man?
Naw, that ain't her, man!
You bullshittin', man!
That ain't her, man!
Hell yeah!
I remember her, nigga!
[Devin the Dude]
I was tenth grade sophomore, she was in the twelfth
She used to call me childish, 'cause on her booty I felt
It was big, it was bouncy
It was soft, yet firm
That's why I went to school - I wasn't tryin' to learn!
I never got my turn
She never gave me a chance
I used to daydream of takin' off those Chic jean pants
At the High School Dance
She just let it all hang
Bootin' it over, makin' that ass swang
The DJ was from New Orleans, the music was hype
She got loose all night, I think the juice was spiked!
I was high as a kite, I thought the time was right
To ask her for a dance - she said, "Naw, that's alright!"
I played it off, walked back across the flo'
Fuck that, ho! Didn't wanna see her no mo'
But, about 150 pounds and 10 years later
Seen her at the grocery store, she tryin' to
holla' at a player
[Devin the Dude]
She useta be so fine to me
Now she'...fatter than a motherfucker!
That ho is huge!
That's a big ole bee-itch!
She useta be so fine to me
[Devin the Dude]
I tried to run, I tried to duck
But I couldn't get away, she was wide as fuck!
She ask me for a hug, I buried my face 'tween in her titties
But all I could think about was how she used to bullshit me!
Back in the day, when she was cheerleadin'
They was fine with all this screamin', had my eyes was bleedin'
I was concentratin' on her, though
Them pretty eyes
That pretty ass, them pretty titties, and them pretty thighs
But now, she's a hefty heffer
Seems like everything on her body just melted together
But it wasn't no thang, gave her my number and all
And then I stepped, she said..
[Girl] You better call me, nigga
[Devin] I'mma call you, girl
[Devin] Y'know I'mma call you
[Devin] So - uhhh - is that the 713 or the 832?
[Girl] Chirp me!
[Devin] Okay, okay - that'll work, that'll work
[Devin the Dude]
She useta be so fine to me
Now she's...fatter than a motherfucker!
That ho is huge!
From elegant to elephant
She useta be so fine to me
[Devin the Dude]
I couldn't wait to go and tell all the niggas I went to school with
How she used to be look like "Ohhhh, damn!"
Now she looks like, "Oooh, shit!"
But before I picked up the phone, I sat back and thought
Maybe she got a problem and it wasn't her fault
So, I grabbed the number she gave me and used it
Wasn't no hard feelings, had to call her to prove it
"Whasssup? This D? Whatcha doin'?"
She said, "I'm in the kitchen!"
"Fixin' some pork chops and chicken."
Stove Top Stuffin', macaroni and ham
With some purple whole peas and yams
I'm like "Damn!"
"How many kids you got?"
She said, "None."
"Where you live girl? Shit! Here I come!"
[Girl] Come on in, nigga
[Girl] I'll fix you a plate and everythang
[Girl] Whassup?
[Devin] Oooooooh!
[Devin] Did these purple whole peas yourself, girl?
[Girl] Sho' did
[Devin] Ooooooh!
[Devin the Dude]
She useta be so fine to me
(I like that pork chop)
Fatter than a motherfucker!
[Girl]
And that chicken
[Devin the Dude]
Yeah, I like the breasts, too
Oooh! Speaking of breasts, what cha got there?
[Devin]
She useta be so fine to me
(Grab that one, nibble on that one)
Fatter than a motherfucker!
[Guy 1] You went over and did it, huh?
[Devin] Awww yeah, man
[Devin] Had to go over and had to hit it and split it man
[Devin] Had to get wit' it, man -- the way she did it
[Devin and the guys] Hahahahaaha!
[Devin] Yeah, man, but I had an old school picture man
[Devin] I had it in my wallet, man, for so long
[Devin] So as I was jukin' that head, I was
lookin' at that picture, man
[Devin] At the same time, tryin' to remember
[Guy 1] Picturin' how she useta look
[Guy 1] Had to hit it because she used to look good
[Guy 2]'Cause she used to be fine
[Guy 1] She useta
[Devin] I hit it, too, man
[Devin] I was about to go home, laid on one titty and grabbed the other
[Devin] And it was over with
[Devin and the guys] Hahahahaha!
[Devin the Dude (Guy)]
She useta be so fine to me
Now she's...fatter than a motherfucker!
She's livin' large
(She used to be so fine, too!)
From elegant to elephant
[Guy]
Still cute, she still got the same face
She still cute
She just got big ankles
Ankles wide
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(Lil' Wayne)
Ok I'm talking bout a
Good girl gone bad
Crooked world wrong pad
Right mom wrong dad
I sing this song mad but not mad enough to shoot you
But it just eats me up like some bbq from Luther's
In the morning with the boosters
On the corner with the boosters
And she's the freshcut and they're on her like sutures
And I wanna talk to her
But her momma has to school her
I wanna see her better
She's the weather of my future
I don't wanna see another hurricane
Baby you can kill the pain
If you just let me explain
Trust me I know what I'm sayin'
You will end up on the track of an oncoming train
Stuck in the passenger seat
Trying do the fast lane
Damn...
Little girl gone somewhere out done stranded
Can't nobody find her and they don't understand it
She was raised good can't blame her parents
Lost in the sauce is not the way they planned it
Little girl gone somewhere out done stranded
Can't nobody find her and they don't understand it
She was raised good can't blame her parents
Lost in the sauce is not the way they planned it
(Bun B)
Well once upon a time there was a mom and a dad
Who on the outside had everything people wished they had
A beautiful daughter two story house two car garage
And a white picket fence wrapped around the front yard
See daddy was a doctor
And mommy was a banker
Mommy's job got outsourced
So now mommy's drinker
Daddy had a malpractice suit
Now he's a snorter
And all this shits takin place
right in front of their daughter
She says, “Daddy what's wrong?”
But he's just too high
“Mommy what we gon' do?”
She just get drunk and cry
Caught in the middle of two wrongs trying to do right
Looking for answers alone in the darkness of night
That shit ain't tight
Little girl gone somewhere out done stranded
Can't nobody find her and they don't understand it
She was raised good can't blame her parents
Lost in the sauce is not the way they planned it
Little girl gone somewhere out done stranded
Can't nobody find her and they don't understand it
She was raised good can't blame her parents
Lost in the sauce is not the way they planned it
(Devin The Dude)
Couldn't even fold her own clothes yet she chose to jet
This is shit she will always regret
Now she's runnin from house to house out and about
All hours of the night
Learning hard lessons of life
She called home twice but she couldn't say
Where she was gonna lay her head the very next day
She gave up her body and mind way before time
Got nothing left to dug out and get help
She doesn't know what to do with herself
Her family's worried think she don't even care
(Don't even care)
She's livin up her life
On a hope and a prayer
Where she'll end up in a few years who knows where
(Who knows where...)
Little girl gone somewhere out done stranded
Can't nobody find her and they don't understand it
She was raised good can't blame her parents
Lost in the sauce is not the way they planned it
Little girl gone somewhere out done stranded
Can't nobody find her and they don't understand it
She was raised good can't blame her parents
Lost in the sauce is not the way they planned it
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10. |
Just Because
03:45
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I've been waitin' to tell you this for oh-so-long
And these feelings I have deserves to be in a song
I wish I could just squeeze you 'til you was out of breath
Grab you by your neck and choke you half to death
Wish I could kick you in your ass without going to jail
Or lock you in a trunk without creating a smell
If only for one night, I could take you by your hand
And cut that ho off, while it's still in the heart of a man
If we could sail across the sea, just you and me, in a boat
I'd throw your ass overboard and just look at you float
I'll glue your eyes wide open, have you roped in the kitchen
Take a picture of my nuts, so you can see what 'cha missin'!
Take a walk on the beach, bury your body with sand
And keep packin' and packin' until you couldn't
withstand
Get a hotel suite, 20 stories above
And chunk you out the window, see you fly like a dove
Just because...
Just because of what loves does
Just because of what loves does
If I could only come up to yo' job and shout, "Where's my bitch?"
Kick your boss in his ribs and tell him, "Fuck you! She quit!"
I'll sweep your off your feet with a box of chocolates
But watch it – 'cause it's really balled-up hog shit!
I reach for your feet, or something that I could rope up
Tie to you to a motorcycle, start jumpin' ramps, doin' donuts
I'll take you climbin' to the mountaintop
Trip you and watch you drop from rock to rock
Only you can make me feel this way, mayne – there's no other
But you had to find another lover or whatever
And I really wish you happiness, I hope it work out
So y'all can get a crib together, so I can blow up your house
I put my ring in your mouth, I put my foot in his rectum
Ain't hatin', but if he's takin 'from me, I ain't gonna' respect 'im
And as far as you – If I could, I would love
To strangle your motherfuckin' ass, just because
Just because...
Just because of what loves does
Just because of what loves does
Just because of what loves does
Just because of what loves does
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11. |
No Longer Needed Here
05:09
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12. |
Don't Wanna Be Alone
05:31
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13. |
Boom III
00:29
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15. |
Cutcha' Up
03:31
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I can't wait
I can't wait 'til you get old enough
I'm being patient
But I can't wait 'til you get old enough
So I can cutcha'
So I can cutcha' up
You look so young
But still look good
The way the sun is shining on you
And I would if I could
Try to take a little piece of you and break you off
But you're not quite ready
I got to hold steady
And try to control myself
Cause if I start on you now there'll be nothing left
I can't help it
I guess it's just the way you smell
You're growing up fast and quite well
You're looking kind of thirsty
Let me give you some water
But not too much
You know what? We oughtta
Just move
And get away from it all
Cause if people see us together
You know that they'll call the laws
And try to keep us apart
It's you and me from the start
You got the key to my heart
You taste sweet yet tart
When I hit it
But right now I can't get it
But when you come of age
We'll go our separate ways
I can't wait
I can't wait 'til you get old enough
I'm being patient
But I can't wait 'til you get old enough
So I can cutcha'
So I can cutcha' up
Some folks think I ain't right
They try to label me
But I can't wait to lay you on the table see
When I'm in the mood I think of you
Wishing that I can hold you while I drink a brew
It's true a love like this never exists long
As soon as you get grown
I know you're gonna get gone
In the wind somewhere
But that's how life goes
But for now let's take picture together
uhh.. nice pose
I'm tired of hiding
I want everybody to see
How we get along so happily
You and me
Need to go somewhere where the penalty lessens
When they something like you in my possession
I could leave you alone
But I wouldn't feel right
And if they lock me up for it
We'll be still tight
I know you can't write
But I'll be back
To pull you by the hairs and lay you in the sack
I can't wait
I can't wait 'til you get old enough
I'm being patient
But I can't wait 'til you get old enough
So I can cutcha'
So I can cutcha' up
[Fading]
Yeah... but you know I ain't going nowhere
I'll be right here you know
Shit, I like the way you make me feel
Ain't nuttin' wrong with spending a little time, energy
I gotta make sure that you're well nourished
Yeah... you 'bout ready
Let's get in the closet, I'm gonna turn the lights down
I'm gonna turn them off
And turn you upside down
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16. |
Nothin' To Roll With
02:03
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I got nuttin to roll with, nuttin to smoke with
And I like to smoke all day long
I got nuttin to roll with, nuttin to smoke with
I guess I'll just pull out this bong
I'm just sittin right here with an ice cold beer
and I got a bag of weed that I don't have nothin to roll with
I'm in the vocal booth and behind the mic
and I'm just, spittin some off the wall bullshit
I wish I had a paper or cigar
Somethin that I could twist this big ol' fat joint with
But without somethin to wrap this weed up in
I'm just beginnin to figure out the shit is pointless
I got nuttin to roll with, nuttin to smoke with
And I like to smoke all day long
I got nuttin to roll with, nuttin to smoke with
I guess I'll just pull out this bong
I like to get high in the backyard lookin at the stars above and
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17. |
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