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1 Whatever You Like
297 lectures
2 Put On
284 lectures
3 Flipside
215 lectures
4 Da Rockwilder
409 lectures

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MP3 : Blackout / Da Rockwilder (1999)

Blackout / Da Rockwilder (1999)

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  • Titre : Da Rockwilder
  • Album : Blackout
  • Année : 1999

Paroles :

[Couplet 1 : Method Man]

Microphone checka, swinging sword lecture
closing down the sectar supreme neck protector
Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha warming pot
about to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV
but cheesy, Too many wanna be hard be easy, is all in together
going all not together it don't take much to please me
Still homes are never satisfy like the stones
we don't condome biting in the selling crossbones
protecting what am writing don't clash with the Titan
who blast with a licence to kill rap presitence
C'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home
TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) (Blew wind)...put your lights out
got the shit the cracking got you fienin with your pipes out
time for some action, surfing the avenue
mad at you, where I used to battle crews
back when Antoinette had that attitude
Cover me I'm going in, walls closing in
got us busting off these pistols
my niggas got issues...again, same song
armed with the mega bomb
Blow you out the frame and I'm gone.

[Couplet 2 : Redman]

I was going to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones
Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone
don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown
suckers break like Turbo
and Ozone, when I, grab the broom
moon-walk platoon hawk my goons spark
leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true)
three nines and a glove with masu di die in the car
right behind on the boss
Haters don't touch, weigh us both up
now my neighbor doped up
got the cable hooked up. All channels
lift my shirt all Mammal
you ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos.
sawed off shotgun
hand on the pump, sipping on a forty
smoking on a blunt
bust my gun and Red and Meth getting jumped
La la la la, la la la la
yeah c'mon, Red and Meth getting jumped
La la la la, la la la la
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# Posté le vendredi 19 septembre 2008 17:08

Modifié le mercredi 29 octobre 2008 13:39

MP3 : Paper Trail / Whatever You Like (2008)

Paper Trail / Whatever You Like (2008)

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  • Titre : Whatever You Like
  • Album : Paper Trail
  • Année : 2008

Paroles :

Hey Jim
You know the old suga daddy
They be tripin when they tell them girls
I said you could have whatever you like (you like)
I said you could have whatever you like (you like)
Yeah

[Refrain]

Stacks on deck
Patrone on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby you can have whatever you like (you like)
I said you can have whatever you like (you like)
Yeah
Late night sex, so wet and so tight
I'll gas up the jet for you tonight
Baby you can go where ever you like (you like)
I said you can go where ever you like (you like)
Yeah

[Couplet 1]

Anytime you want to pick up the telephone
You know it ain't nothin to drop a couple stacks on you
Wanted you could get it my dear
Five million dollar home, drop Bentley's I swear
Yeah I want'cho body, I need yo body
Long as you got me you won't need nobody
You want it I got it, go get it I buy it
Tellem other broke niggas be quiet

[Refrain]

Stacks on deck
Patrone on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby you can have whatever you like (you like)
I said you can have whatever you like (you like)
Yeah
Late night sex, so wet and so tight
I'll gas up the jet for you tonight
Baby you can go where ever you like (you like)
I said you can go where ever you like (you like)
Yeah

[Couplet 2]

Shawty you da hottest, love the way you drop it
Brain so good (good) coulda swore you went to college
Hundred K deposits, vacations hit the tropics
Cause errbody know it ain't trickin if ya got it
Ya need to never ever gotta go to yo wallet
Long as I got rubberband banks in my pocket
Five six, rides with rims and a body kit
Ya ain't gotta downgrade you can get what I get
My chick can have what she want
And go in every store for any bag she want
And know she ain't never had a man like that
To buy ya anything your heart desire like that
Yeah I want'cho body, I need yo body
Long as you got me you won't need nobody
You want it I got it, go get it I buy it
Tellem other broke niggas be quiet

[Refrain]

Stacks on deck
Patrone on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby you can have whatever you like (you like)
I said you can have whatever you like (you like)
Yeah
late night sex so wet and so tight
I'll gas up the jet for you tonight
Baby you can go where ever you like (you like)
I said you can go where ever you like (you like)
Yeah

[Couplet 3]

I'm talkin' big boy rides
and big boy ice
Let me put this big boy in yo life
Thang get so wet, ya hit so right
Let me put this big boy in yo life
That's right
Yeah I want'cho body, I need yo body
Long as you got me you won't need nobody
You want it I got it, go get it I buy it
Tellem other broke niggas be quiet

[Refrain]

Stacks on deck
Patrone on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby you can have whatever you like (you like)
I said you can have whatever you like (you like)
Yeah
late night sex so wet and so tight
I'll gas up the jet for u tonight
Baby you can go where ever u like (you like)
I said you can go where ever u like (you like)
Yeah

Hey Jim (Hey Jim)
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# Posté le dimanche 28 septembre 2008 14:58

Modifié le mercredi 29 octobre 2008 13:31

MP3 : The Recession / Put On (2008)

The Recession / Put On (2008)

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  • Titre : Put On
  • Album : The Recession
  • Année : 2008

Paroles :

[Intro : Young Jeezy]

I put on...
I put on...
I put on...
I put on...
I put on for my city, on, on for my city
I put on for my city, on, on for my city
I put on for my city, on, on for my city
I put on for my city, on, on for my city

[Couplet 1]

When they see me up in traffic they say Jeezy on some other shit
Send them pussy niggas runnin straight back to the dealership
Me I'm in my spaceship, that's right I work for Nasa
The 7H is not a fraud, call that bitch my bodyguard
Call that bitch your bodyguard?
Yeah, thats my bodyguard
When we're out of jewelry
Young gon' do security
What's whiter than a napkin, harder than a dinner plate
If you want it come and get it,
You know I stay super straight
Ran up in my spots and now I'm workin at the Super 8
Know you niggas hungry, come and get a super plate
Y'all sing happy birthday, yeah I got that super cake
Hundred karat bracelet, I use it like some super freight

[Refrain]

I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on (east side)
Put on (south side)
Put on (west side)
Put on (chyeah! let's go!)
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on (east side)
Put on (south side)
Put on (west side)
Put on (chyeah! let's go!)

[Couplet 2]

Half bag , top back, ain't nothin but a young thug
HKs, 8 K's, I need to join a gun club
Big wheels, big straps, you know I like it super sized
Passenger's a redbone, her weed look like some curly fries
Inside fish sticks, outside tartar sauce
Pocket full of celery, imagine what she tellin me
Blowin on asparagus, the realest shit I ever smoked
Ridin to that Trap or Die, the realest shit I ever wrote
They know I got that broccoli, so I keep that glock on me
Don't get caught without one, comin from where I'm from
Call me Jeezy Hamilton, flyin down Campbellton
So fresh, so clean, on my way to Charlene

[Refrain]

I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on (east side)
Put on (south side)
Put on (west side)
Put on (chyeah! let's go!)
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on (east side)
Put on (south side)
Put on (west side)
Put on (chyeah! let's go!)

[Couplet 3 : Kanye West]

I put on...
I put on...
I put on...
I put on for my city, I put on for my
I put on for my city, I put on for my city
On...
I feel like there's still niggas that owe me checks
I feel like there's still bitches that owe me sex
I feel like this but niggas don't know the stress
I lost the only girl in the world that know me best
I got the money and the fame and that don't mean shit
I got the Jesus on a chain, man that don't mean shit
Cause when the Jesus pieces can't bring me peace
So I need just at least of one of Russell's nieces
On... I let my nightmares go
I put on for everybody that I knew from the go
I know dese hoes that was frontin when they knew we was broke
They say damn, easy easy, you don't know us no more
You got that big fame homie, and you just changed on me
You can ask big homie, man the top so lonely I-I-I...
So lonely I-I-I...
Let me see what we have tonight (what we have tonight)
I'm high as a satellite (satellite)
I see those flashin' lights (flashin lights)
Cause every night (every night)
I put on

[Refrain : Young Jeezy]

I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on (east side)
Put on (south side)
Put on (west side)
Put on (chyeah! let's go!)
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on (east side)
Put on (south side)
Put on (west side)
Put on (chyeah! let's go!)
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# Posté le mardi 30 septembre 2008 14:43

Modifié le vendredi 03 octobre 2008 11:13

MP3 : Philadelphia Freeway / Flipside (2003)

Philadelphia Freeway / Flipside (2003)

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  • Titre : Flipside
  • Album : Philadelphia Freeway
  • Année : 2003

Paroles :

[Intro : Peedi Crakk]

WHOOOOOOOOOO!! Now clap for me mami, OH!
Just clap for me mami, JUST BLAZE!
Okay, and Free, okay, yeah (?)
Que tu quieres mujeres, said she blow la-la
FLIPSIDE - and she my baby mama
Get wild! Okay

[Freeway]

Freeway got the hood on smash
Pop in tape, step on gas and get ghost nigga!
Freeway got the club on lock, step on stage
Set it down leave with a broad, check for her age
Post up, fans suffer circle the block
Call the cops - it's the Roc in your area!
Post up, distribute to the block
Freeway move the rocks in your area!
Yeahhhh, pop tried to shut me down
Cops tried to shut me down, haters wanna hit me up
What? My glock carry heavy rounds
Mack carry heavy rounds packed in the Chevy truck
What? You better ring the alarm
Before I cock back, dump on you and your boys
And have black suits, tucked on you and your mom
But back to the song, said she wanna suck on me and the boys
Her ass look good in a thong
And she want me to sneak in the building like Trojan of Troy
Best believe there's Trojans involved
Hats lift over the boy, oh boy

[Refrain : Freeway]

We rip crowds, whole lot of volume and a little bit of bass
is all it takes to make the place
GET WILD, whole lot of style and a little bit of cake
is all it takes to make her skate
FLIPSIDE (flipside) crack house and a little bit of bass
is all it takes to make the block
GET WILD (get wild) park keys and a little bit of cheese
is all it takes to make her leave

[Peedi Crakk]

With these (with these) O.G.'s (O.G.'s)
Tell that hoe until she roll on a pole I'm tryna squeeze
with ease (with ease) then breathe (then breathe)
I ain't Hov', I just know what I know
I'm talkin O. Sparks five, ride for a dollar bill
Famous up in Hollywood, high in them Holly-hills
I, can't deny how the mamis feel
Hidin the cable bill, slide with your baby girl
P. Crakk and I ain't for play
I got a mack that'll change your day
Fall back, get your act in tact
P-I-M-P U-P H-O-E-S is all the rest
And yes, this is Philly, you welcome to come check us
Crakk, wherever I holla at be gettin neck in
Pass her the thing, tell her make it go ring
The prince of S.P., is soon to be the king
And we..

[Refrain]

[Freeway]

Now how many hoes in your motherfuckin group?
Wanna take a ride in my '89 Delk
She felt the kid, thumbtack, held the roof
Up on her cell phone, "Freeway got me in the squadder
He a rider, from the block to the booth"
I'm as, real as they come, the gorillas'll come
Six could chill 'til they come, gotta peel when they done
But let her spend the night, all night
Cause the heat call me a liar
She just like +Honey+ so I called her Mariah
Wanna see, if she got what it takes to carry across state
And travel across state, with things taped to her waist
Mami wanna ride with pa
Bad bitches get scooped like Haagan Daas
And put on the team shoot, put on the Bean bitch
Lean bitch, shoot at they entourage
Hit up the team camp, pull on your jeans bitch

[Refrain]
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# Posté le jeudi 02 octobre 2008 11:55

Modifié le jeudi 02 octobre 2008 12:34