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Fireman
by Lil Wayne |
[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
[Verse 1]
Ain't nobody f**kin with me man, Heatman
Ski Mask spending next weeks cash, he fast
And I don't even need a G pass I'm pass that
I'm passing em out now and you can't have that
And my chain Toucan Sam
That tropical colors you can't match that
Gotta be abstract
You catch my gal legs open betta smash that
Don't be surprise if she ask where the cash at
I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack
My girls can't wear that why that's where my stash at
I put my mack down that's where you lack at
She need her candlelit and I'ma wax that
I rekindle the flame
She remember the name
It's Weezy Baby January December the same
Mama gimme that brain
Mama gimme that good
Cause I'm the fireman
You hear the firetruck
[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
Fresh on campus it's the Birdman Jr
Money too long teachers put away ya rulers
Raw tune not a cartoon
No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds
I'm hot but the car cool
She wet that's a carpool
Been in that water since a youngin you just shark food
Quick Draw McGraw I went to art school
Yeah the lights is bright but I got a sharp fuse
Don't snooze
Been handling the game so long my thumb bruise
Ya new girlfriend is old news
Yeen got enough green and she so blue yeah
Cash Money Records where dreams come true
Everything is easy baby leave it up to Weezy Baby
Put it in the pot let it steam let it brew
Now watch it melt don't burn ya self
[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
Ridin' by myself well really not really
So heavy in the trunk make the car pop-a-wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby or call me Young Baby
My money 360, you only 180
Half of the game too lazy
Still sleepin' on me but I'm bout to wake em
Yep! I'm bout to take em to New Orleans and bake em
Yeah it's hot down here take a walk with Satan yeah
Come on mama let The Carter make ya
Toss ya like a fruit salad strawberry crape ya
They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature
Addicted to the game like Jordan and Peyton
Yall in a race and me I'm at the finish line
They running foot too long it's time to gimme mine
Straight down ya chimney in ya living room is I
Weezy allergic to wintertime
[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out |
Check On It
by Beyonce |
(Slim Thug)
You need to stop playin’ ‘round
with all them clowns and the wangstas
Good girls gotta get down with the gangstas
Go ahead girl put some back and some neck up on it
While I stand up in the background and check up on it
Chorus:
Ooo boy you looking like you like what you see
Won’t you come over and check up on it
(I’ma let you work up on it)
Ladies let him check up on it
(Watch it while he check up on it)
Dip it, pop it, twirk it, stop it
Check on me tonight
Verse 1 (Beyoncé):
If you got it, flaunt it
Boy I know you want it (Ooo)
While I turn around (you)
Watch me check up on it
Ooo, you watchin’ me shake it
I see it in your face
You can’t take it, it’s blazin’
You watch me in amazement
You can look at it
As long as you don’t grab it (Ooo)
If you don’t go braggin’ (you)
I might let you have it
You think that I’m teasin’
But I ain’t got no reason
I’m sure that I can please you
But first I gotta read you
Chorus:
Ooo boy you looking like you like what you see
Won’t you come over and check up on it
(I’ma let you work up on it)
Ladies let him check up on it
(Watch it while he check up on it)
Dip it, pop it, twirk it, stop it
Check on me tonight
Ooo boy you looking like you like what you see
Won’t you come over and check up on it
(I’ma let you work up on it)
Ladies let him check up on it
(Watch it while he check up on it)
Dip it, pop it, twirk it, stop it
Check on me tonight
Verse 2 (Beyoncé):
I can tell you wanna taste it
But I’m gon’ make you chase it (Ooo)
Got to be patient (you)
I like my men patient, more patient
Your take might get you in more places
You can’t be abrasive
You have to know what pace is
If I let you get up on it
You got to make a promise (Ooo)
That you gon’ put it on me (you)
Like no one’s put it on me
Don’t bore me, just show me (no)
All men talk but don’t please
I can be a tease
But I really wanna please you
Chorus:
Ooo boy you looking like you like what you see
Won’t you come over and check up on it
(I’ma let you work up on it)
Ladies let him check up on it
(Watch it while he check up on it)
Dip it, pop it, twirk it, stop it
Check on me tonight
Ooo boy you looking like you like what you see
Won’t you come over and check up on it
(I’ma let you work up on it)
Ladies let him check up on it
(Watch it while he check up on it)
Dip it, pop it, twirk it, stop it
Check on me tonight
(Slim Thug)
I’m checkin’ on you Boo, do what you do
While you dance, I’ma glance at this beautiful view
Keep my hands in my pants
I need to glue ‘em with glue
I’m in a trance, all eyes on you and your crew (that’s right)
My man’s don’t dance, but can feel ya’ll bump and grind (bump and grind)
It won’t hurt if you gon’ try one time (it won’t hurt)
They all hot but let me see, this one’s mine
It’s Slim Thugga and DC outa H-Town |
Hustler's Ambition
by 50 Cent
album: Get Rich Or Die Trying soundtrack |
(Light the fire that needs the air)
(I won't burn unless your there)
Yea, I need you,I need you to hate
So I can use it for your anger
you know, its very sh@#, feel this!
[Verse 1]
America's got a thing for this gangsta's sh@#, they love me
Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spills over raymo sh#@, I'ma fan
Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle
The women on my life bring confusion sh#@
SO like Nino when we new jack, I'll have to cancel that bi@#$
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Nig@#z around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up
Yo the empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman
I take that coke leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door
O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin
Nig@#z be schemin, I'm fiendin to live a good life
The fiends just fiendin
Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see
The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me
[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
N@#ga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to gett mine
And I'll buck you (buck you)
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
N@#ga f@#k you (f@#k you)
I want to find the thing thats in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
[Verse 2]
Yea, I don't know sh@# about gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black thoughts start flyin, when a n@#ga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, nig@#z can't fu@# with me
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50
Check my logic, smokers don't like C's in their weed sh#@
Send me to C's hot grown with they need
Them ain't cheap pet plants in the crib thats chronic
And I'm sellin them 500 a pop god damn it
I sold everythin I'ma hustler, I know how to grind
Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine
If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA croock
And What goes in my mind, its contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be poke and butter
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me where ever that dope be, be gettin money man
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin
It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes
In the jewels with your chains
I upgrade from 30 B's to clean V's
Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
Played it perf and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
I'ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate
Them holi tip bent me up, but I'm back in shape
Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake
I'm like the East coast number one playboy B
Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me
The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me
Racist, pointin at me look at the nig@# ratchi
Hello!
[Chorus]
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Candy shop
by 50 Cent
album: The Massacre (2005) |
Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasoned vet when it come to this sh@#
After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)
[Chorus]
[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she winds
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone
[Chorus 2x]
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa)
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