Lock & Load Lyrics – Bone Crusher
Ready?
A'ight.
Look here Niggas,
Been a long time comin',
No more talk.
Fuck this intro shit!
Start the music!
This right here, yeah
Where the fuck, Nigga
Ain't never fuck niggas
Tell em
That don't wanna play this south shit
OK
ATL, South Carolina, Mississippi, North Carolina, Louisiana, Florida, Tennessee, Alabama
My pistol's blarin' (What?)
an' I'm not carin' (Tell 'em!)
Because I'm ready for action!
These niggas think I'm playin'
My Tec-9 be sprayin' (What?)
So partner tell me what's happenin'
These streets is real
These niggas can't steal (What?)
For the jump out boys when they drive by
So if you're ready for it
Smoke dro for it (Tell 'em)
An' if you're hatin', fuck nigga what's happenin'
Adamsville, Watts, WestSide, Decatur
What's up?
Fuck them niggas if they don't wanna claim this ATL (Blahw)
Catch a hot shell
My niggas know (What?)
Y'all some hoes
If I see ya on the block nigga I'll let you know
What's it gonna be (Tell 'im!)
Tell me what you choose (Tell 'im!)
I claim this dirty muthafucka nigga win or lose
[Chorus:]
Don't know my enemies Yo!
And lock and load my Calico
And buck on dem niggas
So what the fuck!
Don't know my enemies Yo!
and lock and load my Calico
And buck on dem niggas
So what the fuck!
Shawty ya knows about me (Tell 'em!)
The streets is talkin' (What?)
Da hostile takeover is comin' shortly
They call me Crusher
Tha Mutliator
Mr. Smack-a-bitchboy, I hate the fakers
I got these hoods locked and load
Just for killin'
The South is takin' over, I see you tremblin'
We keep 'em bouncin' (What?)
Ain't nuthin' changed nigga (What?)
This for my soldiers, hustlas, killas, gorillas
Yes!
On da fuck, nigga!(Blam)
Surely it don't get no reala
Chorus:
Don't know my enemies Yo!
and lock and load my Calico
And buck on them niggas
So what the fuck!
Don't know my enemies Yo!
and lock and load my Calico
And buck on them niggas
So what the fuck!
Ain't mad is ya? (What?)
Then bring the pain (C'mon!)
'Cause muthafucker ain't a damn thing changed
I'ma still ride low-lows on Rios man (Tell 'em!)
I'm still takin'
An' stealin' lame
An' scared to walk down your own block, man (What?)
An niggas in your hood is say you soft, man
It's time the new regiment to start man
TI (Tell 'em!)
Killa Mike, Pastor Troy (What?)
David Banner (Tell 'em!)
What's up boy (OK)
It's time for us to show the really real
This down south nigga is so trill
I put my fist in the fuck nigga's grill
An be talkin' bad 'bout where the fuck I live
An be talkin' bad 'bout where the fuck I live
[Chorus:]
Don't know my enemies Yo!
And lock and load my Calico
And buck on them niggas
So what the fuck!
Don't know my enemies Yo!
and lock and load my Calico
And buck on them niggas
So what the fuck!
A'ight.
Look here Niggas,
Been a long time comin',
No more talk.
Fuck this intro shit!
Start the music!
This right here, yeah
Where the fuck, Nigga
Ain't never fuck niggas
Tell em
That don't wanna play this south shit
OK
ATL, South Carolina, Mississippi, North Carolina, Louisiana, Florida, Tennessee, Alabama
My pistol's blarin' (What?)
an' I'm not carin' (Tell 'em!)
Because I'm ready for action!
These niggas think I'm playin'
My Tec-9 be sprayin' (What?)
So partner tell me what's happenin'
These streets is real
These niggas can't steal (What?)
For the jump out boys when they drive by
So if you're ready for it
Smoke dro for it (Tell 'em)
An' if you're hatin', fuck nigga what's happenin'
Adamsville, Watts, WestSide, Decatur
What's up?
Fuck them niggas if they don't wanna claim this ATL (Blahw)
Catch a hot shell
My niggas know (What?)
Y'all some hoes
If I see ya on the block nigga I'll let you know
What's it gonna be (Tell 'im!)
Tell me what you choose (Tell 'im!)
I claim this dirty muthafucka nigga win or lose
[Chorus:]
Don't know my enemies Yo!
And lock and load my Calico
And buck on dem niggas
So what the fuck!
Don't know my enemies Yo!
and lock and load my Calico
And buck on dem niggas
So what the fuck!
Shawty ya knows about me (Tell 'em!)
The streets is talkin' (What?)
Da hostile takeover is comin' shortly
They call me Crusher
Tha Mutliator
Mr. Smack-a-bitchboy, I hate the fakers
I got these hoods locked and load
Just for killin'
The South is takin' over, I see you tremblin'
We keep 'em bouncin' (What?)
Ain't nuthin' changed nigga (What?)
This for my soldiers, hustlas, killas, gorillas
Yes!
On da fuck, nigga!(Blam)
Surely it don't get no reala
Chorus:
Don't know my enemies Yo!
and lock and load my Calico
And buck on them niggas
So what the fuck!
Don't know my enemies Yo!
and lock and load my Calico
And buck on them niggas
So what the fuck!
Ain't mad is ya? (What?)
Then bring the pain (C'mon!)
'Cause muthafucker ain't a damn thing changed
I'ma still ride low-lows on Rios man (Tell 'em!)
I'm still takin'
An' stealin' lame
An' scared to walk down your own block, man (What?)
An niggas in your hood is say you soft, man
It's time the new regiment to start man
TI (Tell 'em!)
Killa Mike, Pastor Troy (What?)
David Banner (Tell 'em!)
What's up boy (OK)
It's time for us to show the really real
This down south nigga is so trill
I put my fist in the fuck nigga's grill
An be talkin' bad 'bout where the fuck I live
An be talkin' bad 'bout where the fuck I live
[Chorus:]
Don't know my enemies Yo!
And lock and load my Calico
And buck on them niggas
So what the fuck!
Don't know my enemies Yo!
and lock and load my Calico
And buck on them niggas
So what the fuck!
Never Scared Lyrics – Bone Crusher (feat. Killer Mike, T.I.)
[Bone Crusher talking]
Yea! This nigga think we hoez or somethin' my nigga...
Sheeeit, man what the... lemme talk to the mo'fucca
How hard we really mo'fuccin is in this biaaaatch... nah'm sayin?
Fuck nigga... sheit man, ole punk ass kids, we out the club nigga...
That don't mean nuthin nigga! I'm gon fuck this nigga up, my nigga!
Sheeeeit, lemme show this mo'fucca how hard this shit really is!!!
[Chorus]
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a puuuuuuuunk
So I go to my loaded Tech 9 thats off in the truuuuuuuunk
I told that muthafucka
I ain't never scared (eastside!)
I ain't never scared (westside!)
I ain't never scared (southside!)
I ain't never scared (northside!)
I ain't never scared (southside!)
I ain't never scared (eastside!)
I ain't never scared (westside!)
[Verse 1: Bone Crusher]
Let a choppa go PLOOOOOOWWW! to yo melon
Now the plasma is oozin outta yo cerebellum
AttenSHUNNNNN! Fuck nigga, now you swellin
You ain't talkin hardcore, now is ya? Lil' bitch!
Got'em runnin scared of a... BIGGA NIGGA!
Cuz I put the heat to his ummm... HILFIGER!
Now on dat crank and on some of dat dank
Pistols gettin bursted now I need somethin to drank
[REPEAT CHORUS]
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
I got a hot 4 fever, call it bitch Benita
Knock the apple off any bum or the hollow heat seaker
Ran 'cross bitch niggaz, fuck the pint, she take blood by the liter
I'll never leave her, my viscous vixen
On liquor, send dat ass to God quicker
No matter yo religion, you Muslim, Hebrew or Christian
She indiscriminate with punishment, she send'em missin
My gun's my favorite bitch and
And she got permanent PMS so she stay bitchin!
[REPEAT CHORUS w/ ad libs by T.I.]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Noooooo, I ain't bad, just don't kiss no ass or take shit
And I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play wit
If you'on like me when you see me, betta not say shit
I'll choke yo ass out like Dre did that bitch
You betta tell these pussies they ain't fuckin wit no rookie
I'm a Bankhead nigga, I'll take yo cookiez!
So don't make it a me or you situation
I'll have yo partner down and I.C.U. visitation
Like, hope for the best, but I'on think he gon make it
Not the way he was shiverin and shakin on the pavement
I'll tell you wha, if you make it, call'em grace cuz he amazin
Find out these verses wasn't the only thang blazin and
Just when you thought that I was done I was savin the
Best for last, nigga kiss my ass
Like Della Reese they my folkz, itz best you just let'em be
Cuz I do the shit precincts and them FED's just ain't never see nigga!
[REPEAT CHORUS]
[Bone Crusher yelling]
YEA NIGGA! Just break'em off muthafucka!
We the real niggaz! All you hatin' muthafuckaz, underachieverz...
Step back, hoe nigga! Listen closely...
We ain't neva scared of none of you niggaz!
T.I., Bone Crusher, Killer Mike, just break'em off niggaaaaaaaaaaa!
[REPEAT CHORUS 2X]
Yea! This nigga think we hoez or somethin' my nigga...
Sheeeit, man what the... lemme talk to the mo'fucca
How hard we really mo'fuccin is in this biaaaatch... nah'm sayin?
Fuck nigga... sheit man, ole punk ass kids, we out the club nigga...
That don't mean nuthin nigga! I'm gon fuck this nigga up, my nigga!
Sheeeeit, lemme show this mo'fucca how hard this shit really is!!!
[Chorus]
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a puuuuuuuunk
So I go to my loaded Tech 9 thats off in the truuuuuuuunk
I told that muthafucka
I ain't never scared (eastside!)
I ain't never scared (westside!)
I ain't never scared (southside!)
I ain't never scared (northside!)
I ain't never scared (southside!)
I ain't never scared (eastside!)
I ain't never scared (westside!)
[Verse 1: Bone Crusher]
Let a choppa go PLOOOOOOWWW! to yo melon
Now the plasma is oozin outta yo cerebellum
AttenSHUNNNNN! Fuck nigga, now you swellin
You ain't talkin hardcore, now is ya? Lil' bitch!
Got'em runnin scared of a... BIGGA NIGGA!
Cuz I put the heat to his ummm... HILFIGER!
Now on dat crank and on some of dat dank
Pistols gettin bursted now I need somethin to drank
[REPEAT CHORUS]
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
I got a hot 4 fever, call it bitch Benita
Knock the apple off any bum or the hollow heat seaker
Ran 'cross bitch niggaz, fuck the pint, she take blood by the liter
I'll never leave her, my viscous vixen
On liquor, send dat ass to God quicker
No matter yo religion, you Muslim, Hebrew or Christian
She indiscriminate with punishment, she send'em missin
My gun's my favorite bitch and
And she got permanent PMS so she stay bitchin!
[REPEAT CHORUS w/ ad libs by T.I.]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Noooooo, I ain't bad, just don't kiss no ass or take shit
And I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play wit
If you'on like me when you see me, betta not say shit
I'll choke yo ass out like Dre did that bitch
You betta tell these pussies they ain't fuckin wit no rookie
I'm a Bankhead nigga, I'll take yo cookiez!
So don't make it a me or you situation
I'll have yo partner down and I.C.U. visitation
Like, hope for the best, but I'on think he gon make it
Not the way he was shiverin and shakin on the pavement
I'll tell you wha, if you make it, call'em grace cuz he amazin
Find out these verses wasn't the only thang blazin and
Just when you thought that I was done I was savin the
Best for last, nigga kiss my ass
Like Della Reese they my folkz, itz best you just let'em be
Cuz I do the shit precincts and them FED's just ain't never see nigga!
[REPEAT CHORUS]
[Bone Crusher yelling]
YEA NIGGA! Just break'em off muthafucka!
We the real niggaz! All you hatin' muthafuckaz, underachieverz...
Step back, hoe nigga! Listen closely...
We ain't neva scared of none of you niggaz!
T.I., Bone Crusher, Killer Mike, just break'em off niggaaaaaaaaaaa!
[REPEAT CHORUS 2X]
Grippin' The Grain Lyrics – Bone Crusher (feat. Lady Ice & Marcus)
Attention!
Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone [x4]
[Chorus:]
Grippin the Grain
from the front to the back
can you feel my wolfer's bang
Comin down,bumpin,knockin pictures of tha wall
[repeat]
[Bone Crusher:]
87 while I'm gripping the grain
Pimping is hard though, ain't a damn thing changed
Coming down so clean, shouts out to Texas man
I'm so fresh, my nigga you didn't know
Crispy starch jeans, starched down to the floor
Heavy set exterior, deep into the floor
What's y'all niggaz talking about, you niggas ain't hardcore
This here the major don
Got the speakers in the trunk, bump, bump, bump, bump
[Chorus:]
Grippin the Grain
from the front to the back
can you feel my wolfer's bang
Comin down,bumpin,knockin pictures of tha wall
[repeat]
[Lady Ice:]
I got my body capris and heavy Chevi's wit TV's
Triple gold D's,don't have to be 23's just to sho fa me
Tha candy paint when it flipsit has to draw attention
Not to mention, tha high performance, motor chrome up in it
The major beat that gone here it from like 2 blocks away
Quakers quakin,'haps i'm tha beats around the place
It don't matter where ya from,tha chop shop,i'll show u chrome
We keeps it pimpin,representin & let these hatas know we...
[Chorus:]
Grippin the Grain
from the front to the back
can you feel my wolfer's bang
Comin down,bumpin,knockin pictures of tha wall
[repeat]
[Bone Crusher:]
Al Pine,Poncho keep stompin,if ya feel me baby, tell me somethin
Shorty,I keep swurvin,observin tha ones they observin
Fresh beats we keep servin,now they grabbin they ears,on tha curvin
I stay cooly,whooly,tell me somethin fresh,ya heard me?
[Chorus:]
Grippin the Grain
from the front to the back
can you feel my wolfer's bang
Comin down,bumpin,knockin pictures of tha wall
[repeat]
[Marcus:]
Niggaz pimpin through tha streetz,smokin on some 5-5
[?] in tha wind,everytime i ride by
Pull in wit tha gigiglo,pull up at tha liquor sto
White & Beige goods, lexus, sweet potatoe pie
Like i'm so high, 4 as I lean,wit that thang by my side & its toe 16
So fresh & so clean,baby boy comin by down
from them bows to tha wheel,blowin dro feelin drilled
to them hoes they tha ???
[Chorus:]
Grippin the Grain
from the front to the back
can you feel my wolfer's bang
Comin down,bumpin,knockin pictures of tha wall
[repeat until fade]
Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone [x4]
[Chorus:]
Grippin the Grain
from the front to the back
can you feel my wolfer's bang
Comin down,bumpin,knockin pictures of tha wall
[repeat]
[Bone Crusher:]
87 while I'm gripping the grain
Pimping is hard though, ain't a damn thing changed
Coming down so clean, shouts out to Texas man
I'm so fresh, my nigga you didn't know
Crispy starch jeans, starched down to the floor
Heavy set exterior, deep into the floor
What's y'all niggaz talking about, you niggas ain't hardcore
This here the major don
Got the speakers in the trunk, bump, bump, bump, bump
[Chorus:]
Grippin the Grain
from the front to the back
can you feel my wolfer's bang
Comin down,bumpin,knockin pictures of tha wall
[repeat]
[Lady Ice:]
I got my body capris and heavy Chevi's wit TV's
Triple gold D's,don't have to be 23's just to sho fa me
Tha candy paint when it flipsit has to draw attention
Not to mention, tha high performance, motor chrome up in it
The major beat that gone here it from like 2 blocks away
Quakers quakin,'haps i'm tha beats around the place
It don't matter where ya from,tha chop shop,i'll show u chrome
We keeps it pimpin,representin & let these hatas know we...
[Chorus:]
Grippin the Grain
from the front to the back
can you feel my wolfer's bang
Comin down,bumpin,knockin pictures of tha wall
[repeat]
[Bone Crusher:]
Al Pine,Poncho keep stompin,if ya feel me baby, tell me somethin
Shorty,I keep swurvin,observin tha ones they observin
Fresh beats we keep servin,now they grabbin they ears,on tha curvin
I stay cooly,whooly,tell me somethin fresh,ya heard me?
[Chorus:]
Grippin the Grain
from the front to the back
can you feel my wolfer's bang
Comin down,bumpin,knockin pictures of tha wall
[repeat]
[Marcus:]
Niggaz pimpin through tha streetz,smokin on some 5-5
[?] in tha wind,everytime i ride by
Pull in wit tha gigiglo,pull up at tha liquor sto
White & Beige goods, lexus, sweet potatoe pie
Like i'm so high, 4 as I lean,wit that thang by my side & its toe 16
So fresh & so clean,baby boy comin by down
from them bows to tha wheel,blowin dro feelin drilled
to them hoes they tha ???
[Chorus:]
Grippin the Grain
from the front to the back
can you feel my wolfer's bang
Comin down,bumpin,knockin pictures of tha wall
[repeat until fade]
It's Me (Lane To Lane) Lyrics – Bone Crusher (feat. Lil' Jon and Chyna Whyte)
[Intro: Lil Jon]
(Lil Jon, Lil Jon yeaa Bone Crusher, Bone Crusher)
[Hook: Bone Crusher]
Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane?
Me nigga, It's me nigga
Who in the, Cutlass with the Mary Jane?
It's me nigga, It's me nigga
Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane?
ha-ha It's me, It's me nigga
Who in the Cutlass with the Mary Jane?
It's me nigga, It's me nigga
[Verse One: Bone Crusher]
Who knockin' niggaz out of they pud shoulder
They, luncin' on ham sandwich and, munchos
Understand this fuck niggaz, I come slow
Motion, knock down the ocean
This nigga here is extra large, nigga
Cali-coes Tech-nine, that's the triggor
We (What?) run (What?) these (What?) streets! (What?)
Fuck (What?) Niggaz (What?) Descease! (What?)
[Hook: Bone Crusher]
Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane?
Me nigga, It's me nigga
Who in the, Cutlass with the Mary Jane?
It's me nigga, (What?) It's me nigga (What?)
Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane?
ha-ha It's me, It's me nigga
Who in the Cutlass, with the Mary Jane?
It's me nigga, It's me nigga
[Verse Two: Chyna White]
Yeah nigga, I'ma ride ti'll I can't ride
Drink ti'll I can't drink, flow ti'll I can't flow
Blow ti'll I can't blow!
Yo' niggaz know when that White hit, I show no mercy
And I ain't Jesus but I'll bless you with that Hershey
It's some hot ones, we don't just got guns, we pop guns!
They know they zippin' yo' body up when the cops come
If the blood don't speak in the streets, the shots will
And if this rap don't save me from the game, my death will!
[Hook: Bone Crusher]
Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane?
Me nigga, It's me nigga
Who in the, Cutlass with the Mary Jane?
It's me nigga, (What?) It's me nigga (What?)
Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane?
ha-ha It's me, It's me nigga
Who in the Cutlass, with the Mary Jane?
It's me nigga, It's me nigga
[Verse Three: Bone Crusher]
I ain't never scared! swirvin' drunk, off of that liquor
Take that dro to the head, y'all can't, fuck with this nigga!
Fuck up Chevys and Caprices with that bump in the trunk
Bone Crusher run these streets so nigga wassup?!
Lil Jon and Chyna White, man we don't give a fuck!
Take that tummy to yo' belly nigga, BUMP BUMP BUMP!
I'm the worldwide version of the shit called crunk
So nigga Whats up PLEASE ??
[Hook x2: Bone Crusher]
Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane?
Me nigga, It's me nigga
Who in the, Cutlass with the Mary Jane?
It's me nigga, (What?) It's me nigga (What?)
Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane?
ha-ha It's me, It's me nigga
Who in the Cutlass, with the Mary Jane?
It's me nigga, It's me nigga
[Bone Crusher]
Y'ALL NIGGAS DON'T NOOONNE! OF UUUUUUUSss..
Y'ALL NIGGAS DON'T NOOONNE! OF UUUUUUUSss..
(Lil Jon, Lil Jon yeaa Bone Crusher, Bone Crusher)
[Hook: Bone Crusher]
Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane?
Me nigga, It's me nigga
Who in the, Cutlass with the Mary Jane?
It's me nigga, It's me nigga
Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane?
ha-ha It's me, It's me nigga
Who in the Cutlass with the Mary Jane?
It's me nigga, It's me nigga
[Verse One: Bone Crusher]
Who knockin' niggaz out of they pud shoulder
They, luncin' on ham sandwich and, munchos
Understand this fuck niggaz, I come slow
Motion, knock down the ocean
This nigga here is extra large, nigga
Cali-coes Tech-nine, that's the triggor
We (What?) run (What?) these (What?) streets! (What?)
Fuck (What?) Niggaz (What?) Descease! (What?)
[Hook: Bone Crusher]
Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane?
Me nigga, It's me nigga
Who in the, Cutlass with the Mary Jane?
It's me nigga, (What?) It's me nigga (What?)
Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane?
ha-ha It's me, It's me nigga
Who in the Cutlass, with the Mary Jane?
It's me nigga, It's me nigga
[Verse Two: Chyna White]
Yeah nigga, I'ma ride ti'll I can't ride
Drink ti'll I can't drink, flow ti'll I can't flow
Blow ti'll I can't blow!
Yo' niggaz know when that White hit, I show no mercy
And I ain't Jesus but I'll bless you with that Hershey
It's some hot ones, we don't just got guns, we pop guns!
They know they zippin' yo' body up when the cops come
If the blood don't speak in the streets, the shots will
And if this rap don't save me from the game, my death will!
[Hook: Bone Crusher]
Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane?
Me nigga, It's me nigga
Who in the, Cutlass with the Mary Jane?
It's me nigga, (What?) It's me nigga (What?)
Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane?
ha-ha It's me, It's me nigga
Who in the Cutlass, with the Mary Jane?
It's me nigga, It's me nigga
[Verse Three: Bone Crusher]
I ain't never scared! swirvin' drunk, off of that liquor
Take that dro to the head, y'all can't, fuck with this nigga!
Fuck up Chevys and Caprices with that bump in the trunk
Bone Crusher run these streets so nigga wassup?!
Lil Jon and Chyna White, man we don't give a fuck!
Take that tummy to yo' belly nigga, BUMP BUMP BUMP!
I'm the worldwide version of the shit called crunk
So nigga Whats up PLEASE ??
[Hook x2: Bone Crusher]
Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane?
Me nigga, It's me nigga
Who in the, Cutlass with the Mary Jane?
It's me nigga, (What?) It's me nigga (What?)
Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane?
ha-ha It's me, It's me nigga
Who in the Cutlass, with the Mary Jane?
It's me nigga, It's me nigga
[Bone Crusher]
Y'ALL NIGGAS DON'T NOOONNE! OF UUUUUUUSss..
Y'ALL NIGGAS DON'T NOOONNE! OF UUUUUUUSss..
For the Streets Lyrics – Bone Crusher
This is for the streets babe
It'll blow ya damn mind
Baby, whoa oh oh
You know I'm, you know I'm hot
I'm not disrespected for the name I got
Food a man need to eat
I dedicate this song for the streetz , called in sick
I'm always in the streets wit my chick
You know I'm, you know I'm hot
I'm not disrespected for the name I got
Food a man need to eat
I dedicate this song for the streetz, called in sick
I'm always in the streets wit my chick
This is for the streets babe
It'll blow ya damn mind
Baby, whoa oh oh
This is for the streets babe
It'll blow ya damn mind
Baby, whoa oh oh
This is for the streets babe
It'll blow ya damn mind
Baby, whoa oh oh
This is for the streets babe
It'll blow ya damn mind
Baby, whoa oh oh
It'll blow ya damn mind
Baby, whoa oh oh
You know I'm, you know I'm hot
I'm not disrespected for the name I got
Food a man need to eat
I dedicate this song for the streetz , called in sick
I'm always in the streets wit my chick
You know I'm, you know I'm hot
I'm not disrespected for the name I got
Food a man need to eat
I dedicate this song for the streetz, called in sick
I'm always in the streets wit my chick
This is for the streets babe
It'll blow ya damn mind
Baby, whoa oh oh
This is for the streets babe
It'll blow ya damn mind
Baby, whoa oh oh
This is for the streets babe
It'll blow ya damn mind
Baby, whoa oh oh
This is for the streets babe
It'll blow ya damn mind
Baby, whoa oh oh
Hate Ourselves Lyrics – Bone Crusher (feat. Goodie Mob)
Listen let that music hit you for about 5 seconds
There are thingz in life
We of people need to get, need to get our weight up
Together the struggle starts today people
Listen here we go
In life sometimes things aint what they seem
Some say they love you don't mean a damn thing
Sometimes it makes me wonder why
This pain it hurts me deep inside
Cuz all I wanna do is give love
But all day wowdees mean mug
So it brings the thug in me
And all I want is my family wit me
To share in this love of life
For my lil shorties to eat right
It's the short life that we live
And theres a lot that you can give
Get up yo weight people...
Tell em Tell em
Why we hate ourselves sooo
Please let me kno
Why we hate ourselves soo
Guess that's how goes
The wars the battles the tussles the struggles
From nobody to a legend
Give in here
I command your attention
As if I was a band, you the people in the stand understand
I keep my lyrics slum and rigid
Young prospects watch, my feet don't miss my pivot
Don't matter my year, my gives stay consistent
I went from born to blazed
To beautiful days and beautiful ways
Laying down the truth for a bankhead, respect it
I try to interject it, I say through the music and the medic
Im dedicated to my pen and my pistol
My family and my hood I wish you nothing but good
Tell em Tell em
Why we hate ourselves sooo
Please let me kno
Why we hate ourselves soo
Guess that's how goes
We don't love ourselves, cuz we hate who we see off in the mirror
A people that don lied to us
In the quipped to 24 7
Show us in the good book, if we go off to heaven, reverend
We swerving in our innocence
Taking off in yo G 44 tell the truth about my ken 44
Po Po scared my up honey, and gave her a stroke
Jammed her up wit coke, strung out on soaps
Just litsten a beat, aint no love in these streets
And it's a shame what a n*gga gotta do to feed his family
Trappin, scrappin, head stung
I made my mistakes in the past, but I was young and dumb
Learn from the thug, learn from the bars, learn from the ghetto, learn from the slum
I forget bout the struggle, I cant get by without the help from my sister and my brothers
Tell em Tell em
Why we hate ourselves sooo
Please let me kno
Why we hate ourselves soo
Guess that's how goes
Never say never, Im clever
Cutter butter brother
Shut her mother***** lips wit my clip
Take a trip, take you way up in yo whip
A legendary, underestimated, underrated, hated by the critics
But I spit it, make em git it
Kick it when I hit yo city,
Hook me up with the best greens they serve
I took a bird in the red eye
Im workin till Im dead eye
The misson never ends
Im up for them lazy a**
Mo gon clap dough, silly from they growth
True n***** they kno, stay together till its over
Staring out the window of my old home,
We older
Im never sober
Im never sober
Tell em Tell em
Why we hate ourselves sooo
Please let me kno
Why we hate ourselves soo
Guess that's how goes
There are thingz in life
We of people need to get, need to get our weight up
Together the struggle starts today people
Listen here we go
In life sometimes things aint what they seem
Some say they love you don't mean a damn thing
Sometimes it makes me wonder why
This pain it hurts me deep inside
Cuz all I wanna do is give love
But all day wowdees mean mug
So it brings the thug in me
And all I want is my family wit me
To share in this love of life
For my lil shorties to eat right
It's the short life that we live
And theres a lot that you can give
Get up yo weight people...
Tell em Tell em
Why we hate ourselves sooo
Please let me kno
Why we hate ourselves soo
Guess that's how goes
The wars the battles the tussles the struggles
From nobody to a legend
Give in here
I command your attention
As if I was a band, you the people in the stand understand
I keep my lyrics slum and rigid
Young prospects watch, my feet don't miss my pivot
Don't matter my year, my gives stay consistent
I went from born to blazed
To beautiful days and beautiful ways
Laying down the truth for a bankhead, respect it
I try to interject it, I say through the music and the medic
Im dedicated to my pen and my pistol
My family and my hood I wish you nothing but good
Tell em Tell em
Why we hate ourselves sooo
Please let me kno
Why we hate ourselves soo
Guess that's how goes
We don't love ourselves, cuz we hate who we see off in the mirror
A people that don lied to us
In the quipped to 24 7
Show us in the good book, if we go off to heaven, reverend
We swerving in our innocence
Taking off in yo G 44 tell the truth about my ken 44
Po Po scared my up honey, and gave her a stroke
Jammed her up wit coke, strung out on soaps
Just litsten a beat, aint no love in these streets
And it's a shame what a n*gga gotta do to feed his family
Trappin, scrappin, head stung
I made my mistakes in the past, but I was young and dumb
Learn from the thug, learn from the bars, learn from the ghetto, learn from the slum
I forget bout the struggle, I cant get by without the help from my sister and my brothers
Tell em Tell em
Why we hate ourselves sooo
Please let me kno
Why we hate ourselves soo
Guess that's how goes
Never say never, Im clever
Cutter butter brother
Shut her mother***** lips wit my clip
Take a trip, take you way up in yo whip
A legendary, underestimated, underrated, hated by the critics
But I spit it, make em git it
Kick it when I hit yo city,
Hook me up with the best greens they serve
I took a bird in the red eye
Im workin till Im dead eye
The misson never ends
Im up for them lazy a**
Mo gon clap dough, silly from they growth
True n***** they kno, stay together till its over
Staring out the window of my old home,
We older
Im never sober
Im never sober
Tell em Tell em
Why we hate ourselves sooo
Please let me kno
Why we hate ourselves soo
Guess that's how goes
The Wall Lyrics – Bone Crusher (feat. Chris Hardnett & Baby B.)
[Chorus: x2]
The Wall The Wall
And we keep on struggling
And we ain't got nothing
And we need to get something
This woman can't put the bread on the table
It isn't like she isn't willing and able
Went down to the department of labor
They gave her a job, made it minimum wage uh
And its like mental slavery (uh)
[Chorus]
Got love for my
Got to war for my
for my
be strong for the struggle
hard for the struggle
got to keep you hustle
got to show your muscle
we down for the streets
we live in the streets
what's that trappin'
but it got to eat
wanna bust your cap
and life makes you snap
but hoes don't
gots to adapt
[Chorus]
Lift your head up
Get your chin off your chest
remember its hard for us all
that's out here on the quest
to be the best at what we do
and never accept it less
we all got our own destinies
that we must manifest
you can't
let 'em stop you
and let 'em drop you
sometimes a part of you just gotta do what you gotta
but you always keep swinging
from my force always know you gotta keep singing
[Chorus x3]
You gotta get up, stand up, never give up [x9]
The Wall The Wall
And we keep on struggling
And we ain't got nothing
And we need to get something
This woman can't put the bread on the table
It isn't like she isn't willing and able
Went down to the department of labor
They gave her a job, made it minimum wage uh
And its like mental slavery (uh)
[Chorus]
Got love for my
Got to war for my
for my
be strong for the struggle
hard for the struggle
got to keep you hustle
got to show your muscle
we down for the streets
we live in the streets
what's that trappin'
but it got to eat
wanna bust your cap
and life makes you snap
but hoes don't
gots to adapt
[Chorus]
Lift your head up
Get your chin off your chest
remember its hard for us all
that's out here on the quest
to be the best at what we do
and never accept it less
we all got our own destinies
that we must manifest
you can't
let 'em stop you
and let 'em drop you
sometimes a part of you just gotta do what you gotta
but you always keep swinging
from my force always know you gotta keep singing
[Chorus x3]
You gotta get up, stand up, never give up [x9]
Never Scared (Remix) Lyrics – Bone Crusher (feat. Busta Rhymes, Cam'Ron, Jadakiss)
[Intro]
Whooo! Haha!
AttenCHUUUUUUUUUNNN!!!
Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix!
Re-mix, mix, mix, mix...
[Chorus]
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a puuuuuuuunk
So I go to my loaded tech 9 that's off in the truuuuuuuunk
I told that motherfucker
I ain't never scared (eastside!)
I ain't never scared (westside!)
I ain't never scared (southside!)
I ain't never scared (northside!)
I ain't never scared (southside!)
I ain't never scared (eastside!)
I ain't never scared (westside!)
[Verse 1: Bone Crusher]
Who am I??
Bone Crusher, motherfucker!
AttenCHUUUUUUUUN!!! Where my soldiers motherfucker?
I guess the fight is on, me and you nigga (ha!)
And you (wha!), and you (wha!), and you nigga! (wha!)
I ain't scared of you bitches, I'll put yo brain in stitches
This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches
Check my resume nigga, I got that one hitta quitta
And yo boys ready to flee like "Why'd you fuck with that nigga?!?!"
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]
I tell her front (front), back (back), side to side
Never let a punk ass nigga slide, dawg
You get beat dead, that means you dead meat
I been on Wall Street, Beach Street, *Gregg Street*
That's Dallas, Atlanta, I style with them hammers
I wild witcho nanna, doggystyle on a hamper
You'll get ripped apart, that's it with darts, you kids ain't smart
Pop, pop, pop, I lit the dark, from the wizard door, come get some heart
That's courage and brain, 'caine on several strips
Not from Houston, but shit, call me *Lil' Flip*
Cuz I flip a little, fa shizzle, you flippin' nickels
When I flip coke and flip boats, come live a little
And you best be knowin', pussy still is the best thang goin'
Any extra dough, come invest in hoe'in
But I clap that boy, kidnap and wrap that boy
Clap, "We reeeeeeadddy" I'ma mastered boy like Pastor Troy
But I'm stoned sucka, with my nigga Bone Crusher
Baby, we like to bone, all our chicks are bone crushers
We got guns in coupes, in case our sun'll roof
No basketball, when we talkin', run and shoot
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Aiyyo, the 40 cal' is full and I'm waitin'
No matter which county I'm in DeKalb, Cobb, Fulton, or Clayton
Muah baby, you know who it is, the kiss of death
If the world was sucka free, it just be me and my niggaz left
I ain't neva scared, I got big hammers everywhere
In places where you need yo passport at, I'm heavy there
It's time we get even here, when I put the game back
In it's proper perspective, this time leave it there
You can think whachu want, til I blow the back of yo brains out
and see if you can think with yo front
Like a new single, make sure you leak for a month
Treat yo face like a buffet, and tell my niggaz "Eat whachu want"
You'ono nuthin' about puttin' a couple hundred thousand on the table
And tell yo niggaz "Keep whachu want"
It's usually hate or somethin' stupid that a nigga die for
So whachu think we outside for?
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
Now all my soldiers (soldiers), thugs (thugs), niggaz (yea!), I know you want it!
Don't stop, get it, get it, bitches betta get up on it!
Sit up on it shawty, get up on it
See when I spit up on it, shit up all over niggaz like a Harley pick up
When I throw a get-up on it
Big up, all of my niggaz that ain't scared of the hustle
Throw anotha mill up on it (yea!)
I'ma cop a lotta land and I'ma cop a mountain and throw a lil' crib up on it
Yes, I'll eat yo food and you know I'm gonna CHOW DOWN!
Mothafucka, all yo niggaz betta BOW DOWN!
Mothafucka, 'fore I have to come and POW WOW!
Mothafucka, I ain't playin' witcha
So I let my niggaz touch ya, it's a must and we gotta rush ya
Shatter bones in yo body, when I bust, I holla Bone Crusher
Let me spell it out for you homie, I hope you came prepared
Cuz I don't care if you live or phony, cuz we ain't NEVA SCARED!
Flipmode and the Dirty South niggaz know whussup
Cuz we got you open dude
Fuck that, make a lil' sucka nigga, fallin' back
Layin' stiffer than frozen food
Two stop me means you have to SHOOT ME!
Get cake and a bag of GROUPIES!
Watch niggaz acknowledge the general and all SALUTE ME!
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Whooo! Haha!
AttenCHUUUUUUUUUNNN!!!
Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix!
Re-mix, mix, mix, mix...
[Chorus]
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a puuuuuuuunk
So I go to my loaded tech 9 that's off in the truuuuuuuunk
I told that motherfucker
I ain't never scared (eastside!)
I ain't never scared (westside!)
I ain't never scared (southside!)
I ain't never scared (northside!)
I ain't never scared (southside!)
I ain't never scared (eastside!)
I ain't never scared (westside!)
[Verse 1: Bone Crusher]
Who am I??
Bone Crusher, motherfucker!
AttenCHUUUUUUUUN!!! Where my soldiers motherfucker?
I guess the fight is on, me and you nigga (ha!)
And you (wha!), and you (wha!), and you nigga! (wha!)
I ain't scared of you bitches, I'll put yo brain in stitches
This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches
Check my resume nigga, I got that one hitta quitta
And yo boys ready to flee like "Why'd you fuck with that nigga?!?!"
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]
I tell her front (front), back (back), side to side
Never let a punk ass nigga slide, dawg
You get beat dead, that means you dead meat
I been on Wall Street, Beach Street, *Gregg Street*
That's Dallas, Atlanta, I style with them hammers
I wild witcho nanna, doggystyle on a hamper
You'll get ripped apart, that's it with darts, you kids ain't smart
Pop, pop, pop, I lit the dark, from the wizard door, come get some heart
That's courage and brain, 'caine on several strips
Not from Houston, but shit, call me *Lil' Flip*
Cuz I flip a little, fa shizzle, you flippin' nickels
When I flip coke and flip boats, come live a little
And you best be knowin', pussy still is the best thang goin'
Any extra dough, come invest in hoe'in
But I clap that boy, kidnap and wrap that boy
Clap, "We reeeeeeadddy" I'ma mastered boy like Pastor Troy
But I'm stoned sucka, with my nigga Bone Crusher
Baby, we like to bone, all our chicks are bone crushers
We got guns in coupes, in case our sun'll roof
No basketball, when we talkin', run and shoot
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Aiyyo, the 40 cal' is full and I'm waitin'
No matter which county I'm in DeKalb, Cobb, Fulton, or Clayton
Muah baby, you know who it is, the kiss of death
If the world was sucka free, it just be me and my niggaz left
I ain't neva scared, I got big hammers everywhere
In places where you need yo passport at, I'm heavy there
It's time we get even here, when I put the game back
In it's proper perspective, this time leave it there
You can think whachu want, til I blow the back of yo brains out
and see if you can think with yo front
Like a new single, make sure you leak for a month
Treat yo face like a buffet, and tell my niggaz "Eat whachu want"
You'ono nuthin' about puttin' a couple hundred thousand on the table
And tell yo niggaz "Keep whachu want"
It's usually hate or somethin' stupid that a nigga die for
So whachu think we outside for?
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
Now all my soldiers (soldiers), thugs (thugs), niggaz (yea!), I know you want it!
Don't stop, get it, get it, bitches betta get up on it!
Sit up on it shawty, get up on it
See when I spit up on it, shit up all over niggaz like a Harley pick up
When I throw a get-up on it
Big up, all of my niggaz that ain't scared of the hustle
Throw anotha mill up on it (yea!)
I'ma cop a lotta land and I'ma cop a mountain and throw a lil' crib up on it
Yes, I'll eat yo food and you know I'm gonna CHOW DOWN!
Mothafucka, all yo niggaz betta BOW DOWN!
Mothafucka, 'fore I have to come and POW WOW!
Mothafucka, I ain't playin' witcha
So I let my niggaz touch ya, it's a must and we gotta rush ya
Shatter bones in yo body, when I bust, I holla Bone Crusher
Let me spell it out for you homie, I hope you came prepared
Cuz I don't care if you live or phony, cuz we ain't NEVA SCARED!
Flipmode and the Dirty South niggaz know whussup
Cuz we got you open dude
Fuck that, make a lil' sucka nigga, fallin' back
Layin' stiffer than frozen food
Two stop me means you have to SHOOT ME!
Get cake and a bag of GROUPIES!
Watch niggaz acknowledge the general and all SALUTE ME!
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Southern Gorillaz Lyrics – Bone Crusher (feat. Cotton)
[24 seconds of instrumental to open]
[Intro/Chorus: Bone Crusher]
These niggaz talkin hardcore ain't no killers
You don't wanna fuck with these Southern Gorillas
Now take these slugs from my Desert Eagle
Y'all niggaz fuckin with the realla to realla
I'ma tell you one more time nigga - get from around me
Tell 'em, hey nigga GET FROM AROUND ME!
Yeah I'ma tell you one more time nigga - get from around me
WHAT?~! Hey nigga GET FROM AROUND ME!
[Bone Crusher:]
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh, the tide keep comin nigga
John Blaze for them heffers it don't, get no better
I got, woodgrain and leather that's sharp like cheddar
When I see a fuck nigga, I'll gamble - whatever
Call me BONE CRUSHER nigga, I'm the hardest thing walkin
When I see a fuck nigga, all he do is talkin
Why he wanna rub against me, I really don't know
Youse a bitch, youse a bitch, by the way youse a hoe!
Don't EVER try to stop me, 808 drop-ping
I watch the bass come in and knock ya {?} out your chin
Nigga wonder why I never come around with a grin
I've been down for strongarmin nigga once again
What's my name? BONE, CRUSH-AH, stop that
How y'all niggaz wanna attack, a nigga that ain't strapped
Watch out for Jugganots, I'll kill a motherfucker
[growling loudly] I WILL KILL A MOTHERFUCKER NIGGA!
[Chorus]
[Cotton Bend:]
Real killers don't talk, here they quietly spark
On the contrary nigga, don't need eyes of a hawk
Cause I'ma catch you up close, 22 to the throat
'Nother 12 to the chest, nigga that's all that she wrote
Hell I make my own silencer, nobody hear nothin
You shoulda kept your mouth closed, you had to push the button
But I ain't no dumb nigga, so I don't leave no trace
Hell don't you know nigga, no body no case
And I'ma give you a lil' scoop, we takin chipper to the hooch
And I'ma get rid of everythang, from tha roota to the toot
Hell from the hair to the boots, from the house to the Coupe
Shit from your wife, to your brother nigga
All the way down to your pooch
[Chorus]
[Bone Crusher:]
Nigga get the FUCK out my damn face
YEAHHH, the mangler, 'bout to mop up this place
YEAHHH, y'all niggaz wonder why I'm harder than cinder blocks
I'm unstoppable, similar to Jugganots
Hey first of all, I was born to be extra hard
And with that BM shirt was born to be extra smart
And clearly, my competition is, kinda nil
So watch your mouth young nigga 'fore you get killed
In 99 I'm the strongarm kinga nigga
Gorilla, mobster, the real deal
And if you want it my nigga you know where I be
Asphalt, steady walkin these asses up the street
[Chorus]
[Intro/Chorus: Bone Crusher]
These niggaz talkin hardcore ain't no killers
You don't wanna fuck with these Southern Gorillas
Now take these slugs from my Desert Eagle
Y'all niggaz fuckin with the realla to realla
I'ma tell you one more time nigga - get from around me
Tell 'em, hey nigga GET FROM AROUND ME!
Yeah I'ma tell you one more time nigga - get from around me
WHAT?~! Hey nigga GET FROM AROUND ME!
[Bone Crusher:]
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh, the tide keep comin nigga
John Blaze for them heffers it don't, get no better
I got, woodgrain and leather that's sharp like cheddar
When I see a fuck nigga, I'll gamble - whatever
Call me BONE CRUSHER nigga, I'm the hardest thing walkin
When I see a fuck nigga, all he do is talkin
Why he wanna rub against me, I really don't know
Youse a bitch, youse a bitch, by the way youse a hoe!
Don't EVER try to stop me, 808 drop-ping
I watch the bass come in and knock ya {?} out your chin
Nigga wonder why I never come around with a grin
I've been down for strongarmin nigga once again
What's my name? BONE, CRUSH-AH, stop that
How y'all niggaz wanna attack, a nigga that ain't strapped
Watch out for Jugganots, I'll kill a motherfucker
[growling loudly] I WILL KILL A MOTHERFUCKER NIGGA!
[Chorus]
[Cotton Bend:]
Real killers don't talk, here they quietly spark
On the contrary nigga, don't need eyes of a hawk
Cause I'ma catch you up close, 22 to the throat
'Nother 12 to the chest, nigga that's all that she wrote
Hell I make my own silencer, nobody hear nothin
You shoulda kept your mouth closed, you had to push the button
But I ain't no dumb nigga, so I don't leave no trace
Hell don't you know nigga, no body no case
And I'ma give you a lil' scoop, we takin chipper to the hooch
And I'ma get rid of everythang, from tha roota to the toot
Hell from the hair to the boots, from the house to the Coupe
Shit from your wife, to your brother nigga
All the way down to your pooch
[Chorus]
[Bone Crusher:]
Nigga get the FUCK out my damn face
YEAHHH, the mangler, 'bout to mop up this place
YEAHHH, y'all niggaz wonder why I'm harder than cinder blocks
I'm unstoppable, similar to Jugganots
Hey first of all, I was born to be extra hard
And with that BM shirt was born to be extra smart
And clearly, my competition is, kinda nil
So watch your mouth young nigga 'fore you get killed
In 99 I'm the strongarm kinga nigga
Gorilla, mobster, the real deal
And if you want it my nigga you know where I be
Asphalt, steady walkin these asses up the street
[Chorus]
Take Ya Clothes Off lyrics - bone crusher feat. Ying Yang Twins
[Ying Yang Twins]
En-E Men-E Miny-Mo
To the booty club we go
(Where yall boy's goin'?)
'Bout to go and see some naked hoes
Like it when they touch they toes
Shake it like a jelly roll.
Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie!
[Bone Crusher]
Oh Oh Oh!
And lemme see you shake it baby!
Oh Oh Oh!
And shake that behind baby!
Oh Oh Oh!
And lemme see you glide baby
Oh Oh Oh!
[Ying Yang Twins]
Take ya clothes off get butt naked!
[Bone Crusher]
Her nickname gyro!
A super booty h**
She put that thang on them n****** till you lose control.
It's a ballerate to inadavertigate.
For the sex and the love the n****** gonna pay.
She gotta a thang about the way she move that body baby!
And She can pop that p**** till the street baby.
Or she just a sexy b****
She love that hard sh**
I put a ten dollar bill in the f*****' clip.
But I ain't mad though
she take it to the floor.
The way she bouncin' that ass make a n**** know.
Or she a poetist the way she hustle sh**.
or shake that ass baby work for these presidents.
[Ying Yang Twins]
En-E Men-E Miny-Mo
Just a bunch of many naked h***s
Like it when they touch they toes
Shake it like a jelly roll.
Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie!
[Bone Crusher]
Oh Oh Oh!
And lemme see you shake it baby!
Oh Oh Oh!
And shake that behind baby!
Oh Oh Oh!
And lemme see you glide baby
Oh Oh Oh!
[Ying Yang Twins]
Take ya clothes off get butt naked!
[Ying Yang Twin]
With the b****** in the club getting naked for cheese.
Like a good sunday night up in Jazzy-T.
Make the p**** breath the game Bone Crusher and me.
You were mad cuz we were drinkin thats what we came to see.
Did we make you hang low b**** I love that.
Cuz there ain't nothin wrong with a good shake at.
I love that.
Now do your thang baby.
Make your in.
Now run a long and let me hollar at your friends.
[Ying Yang Twin]
Shake it like a motherf*****.
Move it like a vibrator.
Shorty kinda a sweet
and they shook her like anihalator.
Popo with their bed breakers.
All they got their bread makin.
Alcohol with this fish brining mo makin'.
All i need is new shoes.
Cuz he about to start a screw.
Momma gotta work gotta do what she gotta do.
Beat-up the dude she was down under love the rent man.
So she went to work at Nintendo.
[Ying Yang Twins]
En-E Men-E Miny-Mo
Just a bunch of many naked h***s
Like it when they touch they toes
Shake it like a jelly roll.
Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie!
[Bone Crusher]
Oh Oh Oh!
And lemme see you shake it baby!
Oh Oh Oh!
And shake that behind baby!
Oh Oh Oh!
And lemme see you glide baby
Oh Oh Oh!
[Ying Yang Twins]
Take ya clothes off get butt naked!
[Bone Crusher]
It's the huslte man.
Money and diamond rings.
She gonna make she stack all the paper mates.
It's a grinders party,
365.
7 days she gonna make sure she stays fly.
Here's a 100 baby,
I dont need change.
Just make sure you keep movin that thing.
I love the way the pros do it.
You know that.
You gonna make be rebirth back to sadillac.
To the floor with that thing baby (roll call!)
Take off that bra take off them draws.
Get on all fours do the doggy crawl.
You so fine you gonna make me stand-up applause.
[Ying Yang Twins]
En-E Men-E Miny-Mo
Just a bunch of many naked h***s
Like it when they touch they toes
Shake it like a jelly roll.
Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie!
[Bone Crusher]
Oh Oh Oh!
And lemme see you shake it baby!
Oh Oh Oh!
And shake that behind baby!
Oh Oh Oh!
And lemme see you glide baby
Oh Oh Oh!
[Ying Yang Twins]
Take ya clothes off get butt naked!
En-E Men-E Miny-Mo
To the booty club we go
(Where yall boy's goin'?)
'Bout to go and see some naked hoes
Like it when they touch they toes
Shake it like a jelly roll.
Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie!
[Bone Crusher]
Oh Oh Oh!
And lemme see you shake it baby!
Oh Oh Oh!
And shake that behind baby!
Oh Oh Oh!
And lemme see you glide baby
Oh Oh Oh!
[Ying Yang Twins]
Take ya clothes off get butt naked!
[Bone Crusher]
Her nickname gyro!
A super booty h**
She put that thang on them n****** till you lose control.
It's a ballerate to inadavertigate.
For the sex and the love the n****** gonna pay.
She gotta a thang about the way she move that body baby!
And She can pop that p**** till the street baby.
Or she just a sexy b****
She love that hard sh**
I put a ten dollar bill in the f*****' clip.
But I ain't mad though
she take it to the floor.
The way she bouncin' that ass make a n**** know.
Or she a poetist the way she hustle sh**.
or shake that ass baby work for these presidents.
[Ying Yang Twins]
En-E Men-E Miny-Mo
Just a bunch of many naked h***s
Like it when they touch they toes
Shake it like a jelly roll.
Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie!
[Bone Crusher]
Oh Oh Oh!
And lemme see you shake it baby!
Oh Oh Oh!
And shake that behind baby!
Oh Oh Oh!
And lemme see you glide baby
Oh Oh Oh!
[Ying Yang Twins]
Take ya clothes off get butt naked!
[Ying Yang Twin]
With the b****** in the club getting naked for cheese.
Like a good sunday night up in Jazzy-T.
Make the p**** breath the game Bone Crusher and me.
You were mad cuz we were drinkin thats what we came to see.
Did we make you hang low b**** I love that.
Cuz there ain't nothin wrong with a good shake at.
I love that.
Now do your thang baby.
Make your in.
Now run a long and let me hollar at your friends.
[Ying Yang Twin]
Shake it like a motherf*****.
Move it like a vibrator.
Shorty kinda a sweet
and they shook her like anihalator.
Popo with their bed breakers.
All they got their bread makin.
Alcohol with this fish brining mo makin'.
All i need is new shoes.
Cuz he about to start a screw.
Momma gotta work gotta do what she gotta do.
Beat-up the dude she was down under love the rent man.
So she went to work at Nintendo.
[Ying Yang Twins]
En-E Men-E Miny-Mo
Just a bunch of many naked h***s
Like it when they touch they toes
Shake it like a jelly roll.
Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie!
[Bone Crusher]
Oh Oh Oh!
And lemme see you shake it baby!
Oh Oh Oh!
And shake that behind baby!
Oh Oh Oh!
And lemme see you glide baby
Oh Oh Oh!
[Ying Yang Twins]
Take ya clothes off get butt naked!
[Bone Crusher]
It's the huslte man.
Money and diamond rings.
She gonna make she stack all the paper mates.
It's a grinders party,
365.
7 days she gonna make sure she stays fly.
Here's a 100 baby,
I dont need change.
Just make sure you keep movin that thing.
I love the way the pros do it.
You know that.
You gonna make be rebirth back to sadillac.
To the floor with that thing baby (roll call!)
Take off that bra take off them draws.
Get on all fours do the doggy crawl.
You so fine you gonna make me stand-up applause.
[Ying Yang Twins]
En-E Men-E Miny-Mo
Just a bunch of many naked h***s
Like it when they touch they toes
Shake it like a jelly roll.
Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie! Jaggie!
[Bone Crusher]
Oh Oh Oh!
And lemme see you shake it baby!
Oh Oh Oh!
And shake that behind baby!
Oh Oh Oh!
And lemme see you glide baby
Oh Oh Oh!
[Ying Yang Twins]
Take ya clothes off get butt naked!
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