|
SONG 1
Lil Jon – I Don’t Give A F***
[Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys]
okay….okay….okay….okay….okay….okay…..WHAAA!! OKAY!!
[Chorus (Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys & The Eastside Boys)]
You ride up to the club nigga, I don’t give a f***!
Sit yo’ ass in the club bitch, I don’t give a f***!
Drinkin’ Cris in the V.I., I don’t give a f***!
Talkin’ s***’ bout me bitch I don’t give a f***!
You gotta pocket fulla money nigga, I don’t give a f***!
You drinkin’ off with them ho’s bitch I don’t give a f***!
In the club wit yo’ p**** click, I don’t give a f***!
Security on my d*** bitch, I don’t give a f***!
[Verse 1 – Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys]
Drop dem bow’s on dem muthaf***in’ p**** ass niggas,
Drop dem bow’s on dem muthaf***in’ p**** ass niggas,
I got that Eastside wit me, I don’t give a f***!
Got that Westside wit me, I don’t give a f***!
Drop dem bow’s on dem muthaf***in’ p**** ass niggas,
Drop dem bow’s on dem muthaf***in’ p**** ass niggas,
I got that Northside wit me, I don’t give a f***!
I got that Southside wit me, I don’t give a f***!
We rollin’ deep in this bitch so f*** y’all niggas,
We rollin’ deep in this bitch so f*** y’all niggas,
I got that dirty south wit me, I don’t give a f***!
I got that midwest wit me, I don’t give a f***!
If security step up we’ll crush dem niggas,
If security step up we’ll crush dem niggas,
I got that east coast wit me, I don’t give a f***!
I got that west coast with me, I don’t give a f***!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 – Mystikal]
Man (Man) I do this in spite, my mom ain’t married, bitch I’m a
bastard!
Nigga I f*** over me, you know what I do to these rappers?
They come in here huffin’ and puffin’ and screamin’ and cussin’
and bustin’ me first
Nigga you betta calm yo’ ass down unless you excited to see me
in person,
I’m rollin’ with thugs and felons ughhh, that’s cuz it’s on
killaz,
We gon’ teach you ol’ punk ass niggas to respect us authority
figures
Throw one of a kind boy when we be pourin’ up in the club,
You’re going down boy too bad f***, we’re sorry for ya,
Listen let’s not to get shook,
But I ain’t the one to come lookin’,
Cuz all I can tell the police is, I am not a crook,
I f*** big fine bitches, my d*** get hard, watch it grow,
Then gimme fine head, blow my shotgun, tastes good don’t it,
Now tell me that ain’t the life,
Tellin’ me my niggas ain’t for life,
Now tell me that s*** ain’t tight,
Tell me that y’all wanna be just like me,
I beat these bitches down, I watch these powers up,
Nigga you talkin’ s*** (huh?!) Ho you better POWER UP!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 – Krayzie Bone]
Y’all niggas ain’t ready for this,
Muthaf***as ain’t steady for this,
Cuz y’all still ain’t learn,
Nigga got a 4-4 cocked, In a flick so hot make a muthaf***a feel
that burn,
Niggas ain’t workin’ wit an earn,
You stay up off my d*** don’t back talk my nigga finna’ get up
in ’em,
Back up off of this nigga, the one nigga that f***ed up they set
up the talkin’,
Barkin’ betta block ’em off the nigga talkin, sparkin’,
Betta watch and dodge and nevermind me call it,
Where da thugs at up in this bitch,
f*** a nigga up y’all represent,
Gimme some gin, gimme some hen,
Naw just gimme both and I’ll mix it all in,
Who wanna take a lil’ sip of this in,
Let me get ya twisted man,
We’s on fire,
Don’t stop droppin’ dem that’s a lie,
We just won’t die,
We come back fightin’ and never hide it or ever this time,
With venomous rhyme
So any nigga wanna get involved, what you think you can f*** wit
my dogs?,
Nigga you thinkin’ you rubbin’ us while we’re thuggin this,
Did you think you can f*** wit us, BONE, BONE-BONE-BONE-BONE,
You ready to do this the hell with the song,
We ain’t gotta tell you it’s on,
You know it’s poppin’ the glock to put a stop to the ho s***,
Y’all still can’t f*** wit us and never will because,
We too f***in’ cold, too f***in bold,
There’s too many soldiers ready to roll with them g** damn
bone
SONG 2
Lil’ Jon Lyrics
Don’t F*** Wit Me Lyrics [Not to be confused with the first song title above.]
[Intro]
Ladies and f***in’ gentlemen (Whassup)
It’s the kings of f***in’ crunk (You know it)
Me, your boy Lil Jon, Lil Bo, Big Sam
On the motherf***in’ track, Rick Rubin (Yeah)
I don’t think y’all ready for this s*** (y’all ain’t ready nigga)
Nothin but some real gangsta s*** (gangsta s***)
For them niggaz and bitches out there (Yeah)
Now I’m havin a hard f***in’ life right now (a hard life)
And I’m gunna give y’all some of my f***in’ pain
[Hook – 2X]
Why you f***in’ wit me?
Stop f***in’ wit me!
Don’t be f***in’ wit me!
Stop f***in’ wit me!
[Interlude 1]
You know, it seems like no matter, no matter how hard I f***in’ try
I can’t do the right m*****f***in’ s***
Like I be tryin and s*** and s*** always be turning out f***ed up
Like my bitch always on my f***in back talkin bout I need to get a f***in’ job
Talking bout how I need to pay my f***in’ child support and s***
Bitch I’m out here tryin to do all that s*** and that s*** don’t go my f***in way
Sometimes you need to get the f*** up off my back
And let me learn how to get this s*** right on
I want you to stop f***in wit me
Why don’t you stop f***in wit me
[Hook]
[Verse One]
Bitch I’m tryin to get a job, but it just don’t work
(Bitch I’m tryin to get a job, but that s*** don’t work)
Soon as I walk through the door, on they face is a smirk
(Soon as I walk through the door, on they face is a smirk)
Can’t hire no nigga like me in that bitch
(Can’t hire no nigga like me in that bitch)
Tattoos, gold teeth, nigga dreads and s***
(Tattoos, gold teeth, nigga dreads and s***)
Man, f*** these niggaz, I’ll go back to sellin’ dope
(Man, f*** these niggaz, I’ll go back to sellin’ dope)
Now my baby mama callin bout that child support
(Now my baby mama callin bout that child support)
Bitch back the f*** up, and let me smoke my weed
(Bitch back the f*** up, let me smoke my weed)
Motherf*** you bitch, stop screamin at me
(Motherf*** you bitch, stop screamin at me)
[Hook]
[Interlude 2]
Seem like no matter what the f*** I do, my bitch, she always on f***in’ top of me
I’m out here tryin to make f***in’ money and s***
And everytime I m*****f***in’ come home this bitch always got something to say
I’m cheatin on her and s***, I ain’t doin nothin
[Verse 2]
I’m tryin hard as I can bitch, leave me alone
(I’m tryin hard as I can bitch, leave me alone)
You better back your ass up, before you catch it to your dome
(You better back your ass up, before you catch it to your dome)
I’ve been out all day, all I want is a beer
(I’ve been out all day, all I want is a beer)
Now here yo ass come with bulls*** in my ear
(Now here yo ass come with bulls*** in my ear)
I ain’t been with no bitch, been tryin’ to make this money
(I ain’t been with no bitch, been tryin’ to make this money)
Keep pushin’ a nigga, and s*** gunna get funny
(Keep pushin’ a nigga, and s*** gunna get funny)
You mad cause you heard that a girl like me
(You mad cause you heard that your girl like me)
You better check that bitch before you come and check me
(You better check that bitch before you come and check me)
[Hook]
[Interlude 3]
Know what? I’m just gunna leave the motherf***in house
cause if I stay in this m*****f***er, I’m gunna end up f***in’ yo ass up
And I ain’t tryin’ to m*****f***in go to jail
I’m just going to jump in my motherf***in s*** get on the highway
find me some dro, and get the f*** away from your m*****f***in ass
before I lose my m*****f***in’ mind
Bye bitch
Oh s***
What the f***…the m*****f***in’ police behind me
S***
[Verse 3]
Had to get out the house far away from my bitch
(Had to get out the house far away from my bitch)
Cause if I stay any longer it might be some s***
(If I stay any longer it might be some s***)
And now I’m on 85, wit my pedal to the flo’
(Now I’m on 85, wit my pedal to the flo’)
And a nigga just fired up a blunt of that dro
(And a nigga just fired up a blunt of that dro)
The police pulled me over on some seatbelt s***
(The police pulled me over on some seatbelt s***)
That’s when he finds out my license and my tag ain’t legit
(That’s when he finds out my license and my tag ain’t legit)
Hope he don’t pop my truck cause in there is some s***
(Hope he don’t pop my truck cause in there is some s***)
Cause I got bout three or four bricks in that bitch
(Cause I got bout three or four bricks in that bitch)
SONG 3
Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz – The Weedman Lyrics
We smoke everyday
On an average 9,10,11,12 even 13 blunts
But when we on our last
And we aint got no mo grass
Its time to re up
Got to hurry up
Go and re up
[Chorus 1 (2x)]
So we just looking for the weedman
The weedman the weedman
And we just wanna smoke (smoke)
We just wanna smoke (smoke)
We just wanna smoke (smoke)
[Verse 2]
Hey I’m getting closer
To the weedman
I think he’s somewhere close
Smell it on his clothes
Look! There he goes
Now you don’t got to smoke with me (with me)
But if you wanna smoke my tree (my tree)
Just reach into that right (right)
Pocket on yo thigh (thigh)
And show a nigga five
[Chorus 2 (2x)]
We don found the f***ing weedman
The weedman the weedman
And we about to smoke (smoke)
We about to smoke (smoke)
We about to smoke (smoke)
Yea this yo boy Lil Jon
With them Eastside Boyz
This yo boy Big Sam and man I’m High
Aye man hold on this yo boy Lil Bo man (smoker)
And I hear music man
Aye we gon take dis s*** to 12 play
For the blunt
Only for the real smokers
Aye got damn fire some s*** up to this
Lets go
One come on nigga pass me the blunt
Two I got to cop a sack or two
Three I got a fluffy bag of this weed
Four just watch me as I open it and pour
Five im about to role up the nine
Six we smoking on some real good s***
Seven watch me as I get high as the heavens
Eight all my niggas smoking real great
Nine getting kinda jiggy in my eyes yea
Ten I think I wanna smoke some again
Eleven Im trying to get back to the heavens
Twelve damn this weed good as hell yea
|
