I need lyrics to low (flo rida) & im so hood(dj khaled) & get it shawty(lloyd) p!
Question: plzz i realy need them by the morning and its 12:22 EST
Answers: plzz i realy need them by the morning and its 12:22 EST
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LOW
[Chorus:]
Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
[Verse 1:]
I ain't never seen nuthin that'll make me go,
this crazy all night spendin my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin X and ooo
Hold up wait a minute, do i see what I think I
Whoa
Did I think I seen shorty get low
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it rain, I'm makin it snow
Work the pole, I got the bank roll
Imma say that I prefer them no clothes
I'm into that, I love women exposed
She threw it back at me, I gave her more
Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes
She had them
[Chorus:]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
[Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
[Verse 2:]
Hey
Shawty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans full of gwap
And they ready for Shones
Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown
Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan
One stack (come on)
Two stacks (come on)
Three stacks (come on, now that's three grand)
What you think I'm playin baby girl
I'm the man, I'll bend the rubber bands
That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder
I knew it was ova, that Henny and Cola
Got me like a Soldier
She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her
So lucky oo me, I was just like a clover
Shorty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her,
Like a pornography poster
She showed her
[Chorus:]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
[Verse 3:]
Whoa
Shawty
Yea she was worth the money
Lil mama took my cash,
and I ain't want it back,
The way she bit that rag,
got her them paper stacks,
Tattoo Above her crack,
I had to handle that,
I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin
They be want it two in the mornin
I'm zonin in them rosay bottles foamin
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shorty did that pop and lock,
Had to break her off that gwap
Gah it was fly just like my glock
[Chorus:]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
C'mon
Here are the lyrics to Low by Flo Rida: [Chorus:]
Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
[Verse 1:]
I ain't never seen nuthin that'll make me go,
This crazy all night spendin my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin X and ooo
Hold up wait a minute, do I see what I think I
Whoa
Did I think I seen shorty get low
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it rain, I'm makin it snow
Work the pole, I got the bank roll
Imma say that I prefer them no clothes
I'm into that, I love women exposed
She threw it back at me, I gave her more
Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes
She had them
[Chorus:]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
[Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
[Verse 2:]
Hey
Shawty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans full of gwap
And they ready for Shones
Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown
Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan
One stack (come on)
Two stacks (come on)
Three stacks (come on, now that's three grand)
[ Low lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
What you think I'm playin baby girl
I'm the man, I'll bend the rubber bands
That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder
I knew it was ova, that Henny and Cola
Got me like a Soldier
She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her
So lucky oo me, I was just like a clover
Shorty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her,
Like a pornography poster
She showed her
[Chorus:]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
[Verse 3:]
Whoa
Shawty
Yea she was worth the money
Lil mama took my cash,
And I ain't want it back,
The way she bit that rag,
Got her them paper stacks,
Tattoo Above her crack,
I had to handle that,
I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin
They be want it two in the mornin
I'm zonin in them rosay bottles foamin
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shorty did that pop and lock,
Had to break her off that gwap
Gah it was fly just like my glock
[Chorus:]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
LOW
[Chorus:]
Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
[Verse 1:]
I ain't never seen nuthin that'll make me go,
this crazy all night spendin my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin X and ooo
Hold up wait a minute, do i see what I think I
Whoa
Did I think I seen shorty get low
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it rain, I'm makin it snow
Work the pole, I got the bank roll
Imma say that I prefer them no clothes
I'm into that, I love women exposed
She threw it back at me, I gave her more
Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes
She had them
[Chorus:]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
[Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
[Verse 2:]
Hey
Shawty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans full of gwap
And they ready for Shones
Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown
Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan
One stack (come on)
Two stacks (come on)
Three stacks (come on, now that's three grand)
What you think I'm playin baby girl
I'm the man, I'll bend the rubber bands
That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder
I knew it was ova, that Henny and Cola
Got me like a Soldier
She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her
So lucky oo me, I was just like a clover
Shorty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her,
Like a pornography poster
She showed her
[Chorus:]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
[Verse 3:]
Whoa
Shawty
Yea she was worth the money
Lil mama took my cash,
and I ain't want it back,
The way she bit that rag,
got her them paper stacks,
Tattoo Above her crack,
I had to handle that,
I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin
They be want it two in the mornin
I'm zonin in them rosay bottles foamin
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shorty did that pop and lock,
Had to break her off that gwap
Gah it was fly just like my glock
[Chorus:]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
C'mon
FLO-RIDA (f/ T-Pain) LYRICS
Low
[Intro - T-Pain]
Mmmmmmmm
Let me talk to em
Let me talk to em
Mmmmmmm
Let me talk to em
C'mon!
[T-Pain]
Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo (she hit the flo)
Next thing u kno
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the reeboxs with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (heeey)
She hit the flo (she hit the flo)
Next thing u kno
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
[Flo-Rida]
I aint never seen somethin thatll make me go
This crazy all night spending mah doe
Had the million dolla vibe and a body to go
Them birthday cakes they stole the show
So sexual
She was flexible professional
Drinkin nexenol
Hold up do i see what i think i whoa
Did her thing seen shawty get low
Aint the same when its up that close
Make it rain im makin it snow
Work the pole i gotta bang bro
Ima say that i perfer the no clothes
Im in to that i love women exposed
She threw it back at me i gave her mo
Cash aint a problem i kno where it go
[T-Pain]
She had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo (she hit the flo)
Next thing u kno
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the reeboxs with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (heeeey)
She hit the flo (she hit the flo)
Next thing u kno
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
[Flo-Rida]
Hey shawty what i gotta do to get u home
My jeans filled with guap and they ready for showin
Cadillacs layed back for the sexy grown
Patron on the rocks thatll make u moan
1 stack (come on) 2 stacks (come on) 3 stacks (come on)
Now thats 3 grand
What u think im playin baby girl im the man
I'm dealin rubberbands
Thats when i threw her legs on my shoulders
I knew it was over
That heny and cola got me like a soldier
She ready for rover, i couldnt control her
So lucky on me i was just like clover
Shawty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but i had to fold
Like a pornography poster
She showed her
[T-Pain]
Apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo (she hit the flo)
Next thing u kno
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the reeboxs with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (heeeey)
She hit the flo (she hit the flo)
Next thing u kno
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
[Flo-Rida]
Whoooooa shawty yea she was worth the money
Lil mama took my cash
And i aint want it back
The way she bent that back
Got all them paper stacks
Tatoo above her crack
I had to handle that
I was zoned in sexy woman
Let me show it make me want it
In the mornin im zoned in
Them rosee bottles foamin
She wouldnt stop
Made it drop
Shawty dipped that pop and lock
Had to break her off that guap
Gal fire just like my glock
[T-Pain]
Apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo (she hit the flo)
Next thing u kno
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the reeboxs with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (heeeey)
She hit the flo (she hit the flo)
Next thing u kno
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
LLOYD LYRICS
Get It Shawty
[Verse 1:]
I guess I got to let this woman slip away...
Cause I got my eye on you
I see you looking over your shoulder
Let me make my way over
[Bridge:]
Excuse miss lady how ya doing
Ya body looking right
You're the type I like
And I'm pursuin
Can I get a lil closer
So I can get to know you
And exchange names and things
Before the night is over
[Chorus:]
All I...
Really want is...
For you to back it up gone and put ya weight on it
Cause it's alright...
Do what you wanna...
Make me believe it
Oooh I wanna see it
Get it shawty [x8]
[Verse 2:]
I guess if I can let the night just drift away
So baby what you gone do.....
Cause I don't wanna lose it
Come on keep it moving
[Bridge:]
Excuse miss lady how ya doing
Ya body looking right
You're the type I like
And I'm pursuin
Can I get a lil closer
So I can get to know you
And exchange names and things
Before the night is over (Uh)
[Chorus:]
All I...
Really want is...
For you to back it up gone and put ya weight on it
Cause it's alright...
Do what you wanna...
Make me believe it
Oooh I wanna see it
Get it shawty [x8]
[Repeat Chorus]
DJ Khaled I'm So Hood Lyrics
Featuring: Trick Daddy Lyrics, Rick Ross Lyrics, T PAIN Lyrics
DJ Khaled
We The Best
Who?
We *****
We The Best
The Winners
I Represent The Ghetto Across The World
And You Represent The Hood
Two Hands In The Sky
I'm So Hood (Listen)
I Wear My Pants Below My Waist
And I Never Dance When I'm In This Place
Cause You And Your Man Is Plannin To Hate (I'm So Hood)
And I Got These Golds Up In My Mouth If You Get Closer To My House Then You Know What I'm Talking Bout
I'm Out The Hood
And If You Feel Me Put Your Hands Up (hood)
My Hood Niggas Can You Stand Up (I'm So Hood)
If You Not From Here You Can Walk It Out And You Not Hood If You Don't Know What I'm Talkin Bout
[Trick Daddy]
Everybody Wanna Mother F**kin Know Why I Dress So Fly Sit So High (*****)
I Do It For The Hood
***** *** Niggas I Do It Cause I Could
Got starch On My Jeans, please
4 X In My White Tees
Livin Life Like A G That's Why These ***** *** Niggas Wanna Fight Me
But I Ain't Goin Play Wit Em'(Nu Uh)
Rather Let The AK Hit Em' (Ta Ta Taa)
Tough Niggas Get F**ked Up
And Put On Ice For The Rest Of They Life
I'm Straight Out The Hood Brah
See Thats What I Do It For
My Low Class Ghetto ***
Just Renewed My Ghetto Pass
I'm So Hood (Yeah)
I Wear My Pants Below My Waist
And I Never Dance When I'm In This Place
Cause You And Your Man Is Plannin To Hate (I'm So Hood)
And I Got These Golds Up In My Mouth If You Get Closer To My House Then You Know What I'm Talking Bout
I'm Out The Hood
And If You Feel Me Put Your Hands Up (hood)
My Hood Niggas Can You Stand Up (I'm So Hood)
If You Not From Here You Can Walk It Out And You Not Hood If You Don't Know What I'm Talkin Bout
(Ross)
4 5 Off In the Ride
Four Blunts For Me To Get High
Feel Buck When I Ride By (I'm So Hood)
I Got Em' Hatin Talkin Like Plies
Niggas Keep Droppin' Like Flies
Snitchin Ain't Goin Cut No Time (I'm So Hood)
I Murder One Of You F**k Niggas
[I'm So Hood lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
Droppin' For Your Last
And Off Come Da Mask (I'm So Hood)
For Money For Mahem For Yayo And Millions
I Made Em', My Mayblock Is Mine, The City Is Mine i made it (I'm so Hood)
I'm So Hood (Yeah)
I Wear My Pants Below My Waist
And I Never Dance When I'm In This Place
Cause You And Your Man Is Plannin To Hate (I'm So Hood)
And I Got These Golds Up In My Mouth If You Get Closer To My House Then You Know What I'm Talking Bout
I'm Out The Hood
And If You Feel Me Put Your Hands Up (hood)
My Hood Niggas Can You Stand Up (I'm So Hood)
If You Not From Here You Can Walk It Out And You Not Hood If You Don't Know What
(Plies)
Damn My P O
Ya'll Can Tell her I Said It
Violate Me If She Want Or Have To Come n Catch Me,
Piss Test Me All You Want, Imma Smoke When I'm Ready
Pants Hangin Off Me Now Cause My Pistol Heavy (Hood)
I Ain't Spoke To You Yet Dawg, Cause I Ain't Friendly
I Drank Yank Homie,
Ya'll Drink Cris,
I Like BussIt Babies, I Dont Want Dat Boogie *****
I'll Never Buy A Phantom
28's Can't Fit
They Say I'm Fed Bound, They Call Me High Risk
A Full Blooded Goon, Lames Make Me Sick
You Get 3 or 4 Birds
Where Im From We Call You Rich
I'd Like To Thank The Hood Homie
It Taught Me How To Rip
I'm So Hood (Yeah)
I Wear My Pants Below My Waist
And I Never Dance When I'm In This Place
Cause You And Your Man Is Plannin To Hate (I'm So Hood)
And I Got These Golds Up In My Mouth If You Get Closer To My House Then You Know What I'm Talking Bout
I'm Out The Hood
And If You Feel Me Put Your Hands Up (hood)
My Hood Niggas Can You Stand Up (I'm So Hood)
If You Not From Here You Can Walk It Out And You Not Hood If You Don't Know What I'm Talkin Bout
(I'm So Hood)
Trick Daddy, T-Pain, Rick Ross, Plies
***** We So Hood
We The Best
(DJ Khaled)
Florida Stand Up
Let's Go!
(Hood)
I'M SO HOOD!!!
[DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled, we the best!
Who? We *****, we the best!
This the remix! The "I'm So Hood" remix!
I'm makin mo', fees
I'M SO HOOD, REMIXXX!!
[Chorus: T-Pain]
I'm so HOOD! Yeah, I wear my pants below my waist
And I never dance when I'm in this place
Cause you and yo' man is plannin to hate
I'm so HOOD! And I got these golds up in my mouth
If you get closer to my house
Then you'll know what I'm talkin 'bout
I'm out the HOOD! And if you feel me put your hands up
HOO-OOD! My hood niggaz can you stand up
I'm so HOOD! If you not from here you can walk it out
And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talkin 'bout
(I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm - SO, HOOD!)
[DJ Khaled overlapping chorus]
We always gon' be the best
We run this, man!
I make, hit records man!
This is what I do!
This the REMIX!! Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
I gave you "We Takin' Over" (Yo Khaled)
Yo, Jeezy (I got 'em, homie) You got me?
WE RUN THIS, MAN, WE RUN THIS!!
[Young Jeezy]
I'm so H to the double-O D
Walk around there's GOD-damn money on me
Pockets so fat it don't make no sense (nope)
Whips so clean, don't need no tints (nah!)
Watch so bright, don't need no light
You know where it were, I don't need no mic
Niggaz like, "Young what you get for your show?"
Tell 'em, "Same thing I used to get for the blow"
Set 'em on the raw, ***** what I got to lose? (lose)
Put 'em in the +Vans+, I ain't talkin bout the shoes (shoes)
Do the speed limit, gotta watch out for the lights
***** *** niggaz gotta watch out for the dykes
Seventeen five, yeah ***** I said it!
Seventeen five, yeah ***** I meant it!
And when we do it bad, but I’m doin good
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so muh'fuckin… (HOOD!)
[Ludacris]
I'm my hood…LUDA!
Everybody come equipped wit bangers (BLAOW!), throwin up our middle fangers (WHAT)
And you know I don't slip, so I gotta keep
ten in the clip and one in the chambers
Better be walkin with angels, and never take candy from strangers
Through the stress and strife, had to earn my stripes like I played with the Bengals!
(WOO!!) I'm in the zone homes, goin for the two point conversion
+I'm So Hood+ that Ludacris shoulda been on the original version (yep!)
But this is the remix, with the cheap tricks, hittin sweet licks
And I cut the braids off but the waves and the fade'll make you sea-sick!
(OH!!) And this is the way that we ball, (HEY!) and this is the way that we brawl
So put a fist in the air if you care that united we stand and divided we fall
(HEY!!) When the South's in the house, better watch yo mouth
Cuz we on that hood ****, I'm hood rich
Comin around yo' hood, *****! I swear I'm so…
[Chorus 2 - T-Pain]
HOOD! (REMIXXX!) And if you feel me put your hands up
HOO-OOD! My hood niggaz can you stand up
I'm so HOOD! If you not from here you can walk it out
And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talkin 'bout
(I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm - SO, HOOD!)
[Busta Rhymes overlapping chorus]
Khaled, they actin like we ain’t the kings of the streets and the gods of the hoods
BUSSA-BUS, BITCHES!!
[Busta Rhymes]
See all I know is how to go and get my money g-'gan and again
Top down let the money blow in the wind
wit a bad ***** sittin in the passenger’s seat
wit a doobie-wrapped head full of bobbie pins
You know I keep that thang when I walk
See the dialect different from the slang in my talk
Baby still leavin, got a crackhead frontin
Got another bad ***** that’s boost for the spark
(HOOD!) I'm used to leavin the strip last
Hustlin until the sun, comes up getting cash
So much bread in all of my fall pocket
It looks like a ***** got **** wit a ***!
And from the DNA in my blood
niggaz idolize me and try to do what I does
And if that other ***** ain’t really from the hood
You can easily die, take who that fake ***** was
(HOOD!) And even though I spit a little rap
Got niggaz in the hood try to sell the most crack
Violator, I send a ***** to do it just to make you
spend a lot of money just to get your **** BACK!
Y'all niggaz know where I'm from
And I rep it to the fullest til the day that I'm done
So hood where we live if a ***** sold drugs and he rich
Momma still PROUD OF HER SON!
[Big Boi]
Yeah, yeah..
Daddy Fat Sacks, so hood like a Cadillac
On the mint on from the Baby-lon
Call an ambulance, to come and pick that *** up cause the ***** never had the chance
They try to dance with the devil in a pale moonlight
Advance on a level that they can’t do right
Lay hands on a fella like a man in blue lights
(WOOP WOOP!)….Do it twice!
Big Boi, the B-I-G
I'm nicer than MC on your top three
You ****-y, I **** squeeze
Bust them thangs, now you slop-py
Speed it up, slow it down, then Screw it
Don’t bite the flow, I got that fluid
Run through the crew on some whole other new ****…
Newness *****, we do this!
[Chorus 2]
[Lil Wayne]
Alright…WEEZY
I'm so Hollygrove, New Orleans, (LIL'WEEZYANA!)
Home sweet, Home De-pot, you will need a hammer
It go, down like Frasier, I ain't talkin Kelsey Grammer
I be, shittin on ya boys I need an Alka-Seltzer sammich, uh!
Since I heard Plies, I done bought the Phantom back
Went and got me a fifty-two, inch, Maybach (Delta…the Ghetto Kappa, ha ha!)
I'm eatin like a big dog, I'm so full
I'm so good, I'm so straight, you so fake
I'm so real, I'm so hood
[Fat Joe]
Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack
(I'M SO HOOD!) Yeah *****, welcome to the Crackhouse
I should own a McDonald's the way I bring the Macs out
I'm from the hood where, every ***** lies
Flip a couple grams, they tell you they bakin pies, ****!
Still got my name carved in that Central Booking
Gave that ***** a scar and told her 'good lookin'
Youse a crack baby, (CRACK!) that means your momma paid me
You can't even blame me, that's what the hood made me
[Birdman]
Martin Luther King (MLK)
Calliope, Magnolia, Melphamine
Gettin that money with the triple beam
See ride of ?Clyde? your Josephine
Saints is my team that’s what we breathe *****
That’s how we eat, get this money on the streets *****
VL my street, blood, five star G, blood
Fly as a bird, got these Eagles on my seat, blood
Then hit back where I stay, Third Ward we get that cake
Thirteen is where I lay, shots out to MIA
(Waddup Khaled?)
[Rick Ross]
Mo' Money, Mo' Problems, don't call me conceited (nope)
Just call me the boss, always got what you needed
MIA oh so hot, but my neck got the fever
If you sneeze you get shot, gun play makin believers
I just bought me a ranch, watch the hundreds stack
No those ain’t Rolex diamonds, (NO!!) WHAT YOU DONE TO THAT??
You fools fugazi, my fools from Haiti
I moves 'em daily, IT'S A MOVIE, BABY!!
HOOD!!!
low by flo rida:
"Low"
(feat. T-Pain)
[Intro - T-Pain]
Mmmmmmmm
Let me talk to 'em
Let me talk to 'em
Mmmmmmm
Let me talk to 'em
C'mon!
[Chorus (T-Pain):]
Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking at her
She hits the floor (she hits the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (hey)
She hits the floor (she hits the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
[Flo-Rida]
I ain't never seen something that'll make me go
This crazy all night spending my doe
Had the million dollar vibe and a body to go
Them birthday cakes they stole the show
So sexual
She was flexible professional
Drinking nexenol
Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think? Whoa
Did her thing seen shawty get low
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it rain I'm making it snow
Work the pole I gotta bang bro
I'm gonna say that I prefer the no clothes
I'm in to that I love women exposed
She threw it back at me I gave her mo
Cash ain't a problem I know where it go
[Chorus (T-Pain)]
[Flo-Rida]
Hey shawty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans filled with guap and they're ready for showing
Cadillacs laid back for the sexy grown
Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan
One stack (come on), two stacks (come on), three stacks (come on)
Now that's three grand
What you think I'm playing baby girl I'm the man
I'm dealing rubberbands
That's when I threw her legs on my shoulders
I knew it was over
That heny and Cola got me like a soldier
She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her
So lucky on me I was just like clover
Shawty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her
Like a pornography poster
She showed her
[Chorus (T-Pain)]
[Flo-Rida]
Whoa shawty yeah she was worth the money
Little mama took my cash
And I ain't want it back
The way she bent that back
Got all them paper stacks
Tattoo above her crack
I had to handle that
I was zoned in sexy woman
Let me show it make me want it
Two in the morning I'm zoned in
Them rosee bottles foaming
She wouldn't stop
Made it drop
Shawty dipped that pop and lock
Had to break her off that guap
Gal fire just like my glock
[Chorus (T-Pain
get it shawty:
i think i got to let this one slip way..coz i got my eye on you...scuse me miss lady how you doing ....nanana pursuing....all i really want is....get it shawty :)