1. |
Count Your Blessings
04:55
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Chorus:
Count your blessings
Forget about your sins
Ride in the wind
And don't forget your fam and friends
It's the way of life
I'm tryna do it right
Forget about your sins
And count your blessings
Verse 1:
Another day, another dollar to get
Cali sunshine, nothing better than that
My homies got my back
Put the town on the map
And I came up on another stack like that uh uh
Good days, sunrays, little purple haze
Comin from the bottom, gotta make it a major way
Through the bullshit, my blood stays thick
My fam too big and I wouldn't change shit
With the sun comes the rain, the fun comes the pain
Steady loading my brain with thangs that'll make me change
The world for the better
Cold world to the Cali weather
Caught up in the rat race tryna get the cheddar
And I, won't front some days I hit a slump
Put my problems in a blunt, and my mind just jumps
To the thangs I was given
I know I'm on a mission
Ain't worried bout you, I don't need no permission
To love what I love, man I love what I do
Spittin real shit to my homies and you
The life that you livin is bigger than you
And a down ass bitch is better than two
Live in the moment, let 'em know that you want it
Only kick it with the realest who'll always keep you going
If you didn't get the message, you too focused on the rest
Let 'em say what they want, and let 'em know that you blessed yeah
Chorus (x2):
Count your blessings
Forget about your sins
Ride in the wind
And don't forget your fam and friends
It's the way of life
I'm tryna do it right
Forget about your sins
And count your blessings
Verse 2:
One, live another day to see
Two, nobody fresher than me
Three, sippin' Hennessy for the enemies
Four, never been afraid of what I wanna be
Five, put my fam first how it gotta be
Six, bitches just want a whole lotta me
Seven, blowin' money like I won the lottery
Eight, tell em ain't no way that you stoppin' me
I can go for days, and tell it to ya face
That the struggles everyday, ain't never gonna phase
My mind and my growth, you can try to rock the boat
But I'll always try again like Aaliyah said before
When they, tellin' me I'm that one in a million
I tell 'em that I'm tryna turn a dollar into a million
Gotta make a killin', never hyped on my feelings
On the mic I'm a menace, steady schemin' about how I'm gon' get it
Fresh and blessed that I'm always stayin fitted
I rep the West, you can tell how I'm chillin'
Bout to be the best, yeah you know top billin'
Better than the rest, I'm the one yo girl feelin'
Never fuck with stress, motivated lord willin'
You would never guess, how blessed I'll get
Fuck the bullshit, love everything you get
And everyone you met, let 'em that you're blessed yeah
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2. |
Palm Treez
03:43
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Chorus:
Tryna bring me down, lets just say you won't
Chillin' in the wind, that's just how we coast
Like them California Palm Treez
Yeah we standing tall
California Palm Treez
Rise above it all
Verse 1:
When I cruise in the daytime
Sunlight, hit the ride and my rooftop
Put down, in the game I'm a new buck
SoCal, so you know I got my own chucks
Oh now, you like my shit on Facebook
Back then, you was saying I too much
DP, didn't give two fucks
Workout, my flow soundin' too buff
Two bucks in the bank
Two shots for a drank
Ain't shit changed but the girl giving brain, pain stay the same when I'm switchin' lanes
Drivin hella fast tryna catch my dreams
Two bad chicks and they on their knees
From the Philippines or they Vietnamese
Something close comin overseas
Westside breeze, where the fuck I lean
Jordan 3s, lookin' hella clean
Babygirl on promethazine
Weezy F told that me that
I'm too much for these haters
And three much for these hoes
I'll tell you how it goes if you ain't know
I'm bangin' on my chest with that king kong flow uh
Dead wrong, thinkin' I'mma stop now
Flow's too cold, thinkin' that I'm hot now
Game's OG, yo's is a retro
Dive into yo girl, got me doin breast strokes
Next ho, so you know I gotta let go
Up all night, what you celebrating shit for
Up all night, cause I'm tryna be the best known
858 gotta let 'em know oh
Verse 2:
It's that Palm Treez and Slow Jamz
I said that I'mma make it
It's about to go down, I been patiently waiting
Get Rich or Die Tryin', that's the motto of life
And by the end of the night
I'm gettin five of them mics
I'm ballin' on your team like I'm startin five Mikes
Knocking out your whole crew like I'm Mike Tys
Roll with me once, you won't have to think twice
Trppin' bout life, but I'm rising like the Dark Knight
Lookin' over everything, California keep me sane
Committed to the game, engaging like a wedding ring
You got the propane
Well I got the flame
Watch me blow up and ignite the whole fucking game
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3. |
You Got It
03:43
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Verse 1:
She called my phone
Said she feeling down
So I scoop her up and we ride around town
She in my ride, by my side, and I tell her that everything gon' be fine
She working two jobs
Thinking that it's too much
One paying for her books
The other paying for her looks
Cause shawty's so fly
Fly and intelligent
Yeah girl, you got it so don't you stop getting it
Chorus:
Yeah girl you got it, go ahead and flaunt it
Don't worry bout them bitches, just keep chasing your riches
And if you feeling down, you can call on me
To make you feel better any day of the week 'cause
Yeah girl you got it, go ahead and flaunt it
You steady on your grind
So why you think I want it
And girl you so bad
I know that you can do it
Just put your mind to it
Cause damn girl, you got it
Verse 2:
You feeling down and out
Girl what you talking bout
Working so hard, girl you independent now
That money's coming in stacks
Them dudes chasin' and they coming in packs
Nooooo, but don't let 'em hold you back
Don't let 'em hold you back
Don't let 'em hold you back
Ohhhhh, whatever comes to your mind
It'll be worth it all when it comes to the time
Verse 3:
Keep feeding your mind
And keep your body looking good, keep your booty looking right
Always put a fight
Yeah girl just do ya thang
Yeah girl just do ya thang
We both grindin' from 9 to 5
When we get home, we puttin' in overtime
If you ain't ready for what life's 'bout to bring you
Lay your body down, I'll put this confidence in you
Outro:
Yeaaaah, yeah, you got it, you got it
Yeah girl you know you do
Yeah girl you know you do
You got it going on, on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You got it, you got it, you got it goin onnn
On, on, on, on, on
On, on, on, on, on
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4. |
Fly Away
03:52
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Baby let's fly away
Baby let's fly away
And never come back down
Never come back down
Never come back down no
Baby let's fly away
Let's fly away
Verse 1:
So tell me how your day was
At least we stackin' paper
Nobody gon bring us down now, oh no no
I know you wanna roll it up
Let's get this thang fired up
We can fly away for one night, oh yeah yeah
Chorus:
We can get high
And do it all night
I know that's what you like
Baby let's fly away
Let's fly away
And never come back down
Never come back down
Never come back down no
Baby let's fly away
Let's fly away
Verse 2:
Forget about the bullshit
We gotta keep it pushin'
Roll another one we stay high, yeaaah
You don't want the night to end
Rather be with me than your friends
So I'mma make it worth it for you baby
Chorus:
We can get high
And do it all night
I know that's what you like
Baby let's fly away
Let's fly away
And never come back down
Never come back down
Never come back down no
Baby let's fly away
Let's fly away
Verse 3:
Baby we can fly tonight
Anywhere that you would like
Taking the pain away, turn off the lights
Spark up the light and get you in the right mind
Talkin 'bout that Cali state of mind, and girl you lookin so fine
I'm glad that tonight, you all mine
Don't look down cause we flying so high
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5. |
M.O.B.
04:20
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Chorus:
Money over bullshit
That's just how it is (how it is)
Money over bullshit
That's just how I live (how I live)
Money over bull-
Mo-mo-money over bullshit
Money over bull-
Mo-mo-money over bullshit
Verse 1:
Uh M.O.B. that's the way I live
I got no time for these bitches tryna fuck up my shit
My money stays proper, fresh jays and a fly chopper
Never dealin with them promiscious, scandalizing homie hoppers
Loyalty in this game of life is a mystery
Baby is you feelin me? Or the man that I'm 'bout to be
If the first night we fuckin'
There ain't no way you be trusted
Cause I never let a woman tell me that I'm nothing, never frontin'
Big green, but I got bigger dreams
When the money's coming in, all the bullshit's left behind the scenes
Once I let 'em in, they tryna find my weaknesses
They all got that type of poison
All a bunch of Michael Bivins
They wanna be my sidekick, Scottie Pippen
They wanna be a millionaire, Regis Philbin
You wanna make it in this world girl then put in the work
You ain't goin nowhere fast cause you know how to twerk
Chorus:
Money over bullshit
That's just how it is (how it is)
Money over bullshit
That's just how I live (how I live)
Money over bull-
Mo-mo-money over bullshit
Money over bull-
Mo-mo-money over bullshit
Verse 2:
Uh, verse 2, uh
M.O.B. that's the way is
I'm yellin money over bullshit while I'm steady gettin' hella rich
Livin' more than moderate
Turn a dollar to a profit bitch
Colder wrist, hotter bitch
She thicker than the bible is
I'm praying to one, for more strength to come
So much pain and struggle that I'm now immune and numb yeah
Second to none to what the rap game's become
It's money over everything, what I learned when my life begun
23, money trees, and a grip of hella Cali green
Jordan 3s, Hennessy, and a bad bitch always calling me
Wannabes, poppin E, they be frontin' like they roll with me
Ya'll will see, what I'll be, when you see me on the tv screen
BET, MTV, anywhere they play my single B
Main event, PPV, talking slick game sitting near the ring
In between, Jay and B, tryna get her to come home with me
But even with the money, the bullshit still gon' follow me ya biatch
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6. |
How It Feel
04:15
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Chorus:
Baby how's it feel
To know you messed up something so real
Baby and for real, you know we had a good thing
So baby come on tell me how it feel
Verse 1:
So how you been?
I can tell that you ain't happy with him
And I know, that I been on yo mind fasho
Now you ain't no bitch
You ain't no ho
But you, acted like I ain't got the flow
When I hit you up
You played it cool
Now I'm doing thangs I told you I'd do
So I just look at you and say
Chorus:
Baby how's it feel
To know you messed up something so real
Baby and for real, you know we had a good thing
So baby come on tell me how it feel
Verse 2:
Yeah, and what I missed the most was the chase
And how you took a shot of Grey Goose with no chase
I see it in your face, looking like you lost a race
Cause you were number one til someone took ya place
Like damn, I seent you around with your man
When the homies point you out, I tell 'em that you had your chance
Now they clear the way everytime I walk like a motherfuckin ambulance
Can you handle that?
Damn girl ain't that Lance?
Hell yeah ya best friends even knowin I'm the fuckin' man
Now what, told you that I had enough
Steady rackin' up, gonna be spectacular
Frontin' like I'm gettin back atcha
All Eyez on Me, baby I aint even mad atcha
While he acting up just look what you passing up
Ain't hatin baby I'm just passionate
Chorus:
Baby how's it feel
To know you messed up something so real
Baby and for real, you know we had a good thing
So baby come on tell me how it feel
Verse 3:
He say he love ya
But I know that you ain't lovin him back
Now wassup with that?
When he's not around you acting all bad
You know I'm it
I'm a first round pick
Cause I ain't down with that second string shit
You can play the game
But it ain't the same
Cause you can't win with that lame on your team
So join my team and win that ring
Outro:
I think I know, I think I know
I think I know, I think I know
I think I know how you feelin'
How you feelin', how you feelin'
I think I know
So baby come on tell how it feel
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7. |
Fallin' Already
03:59
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Chorus:
Aye, I only known you for a minute
But your girl says you fallin'
Aye, I ain't even get to hit it
But you textin' me early in the morning
I got you fallin' already (what what)
I got you fallin' already (what what)
I got you fallin' already (what what)
I got you fallin' already, daaamn
Verse 1:
Aye, your girl hooked us up
After I met you at the club
Aye, she said you was feelin me
So I spit game, wassup
You gave me your digits
I gave you mine too
Texts in the morning while I'm yawning, like ooh
What you tryna do?
It's 4 in the morning
I just fell asleep
Hit me up around 2
Sunday afternoon
I got shit to do
Why you tryna chill and see me so soon?
Then your girl hit me up
Asking bout us
Telling me how you can never get enough
That's when she said
You know you fucked up
She always tryna find love in the club
And I was like damn, it's happening again
Another dime falling in love with the motherfuckin' man
Chorus:
Aye, I only known you for a minute
But your girl says you fallin'
Aye, I ain't even get to hit it
But you textin' me early in the morning
I got you fallin' already (what what)
I got you fallin' already (what what)
I got you fallin' already (what what)
I got you fallin' already, daaamn
Verse 2:
Ayee I was chillin' in the back
With my homies sippin' on cognac
Ayee, you came without a man
And I knew that I had to change that
Asked you what your name is
Thinking that I'm famous
I dropped a couple tapes
But I still gotta make it
I knew you wasn't taken
I got your eyes gazin'
Bought you a drink
And then you started swanging
Swangin on me
Wouldn't let me leave
To get another drink
Grinding up on me
A lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets
You the only dime, who could handle me
You gotta slow it down
You acting like my Wifey
You could be Next, baby if you do the right thing
Show a little class
Hide that fine ass
I'll handle that when I got you on your back
Puttin' down the mack ayee
Outro (2x):
I got you fallin'
I got you fallin'
I got you fallin'
I got you fallin' for me
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8. |
Out Here Hustlin'
04:03
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Chorus:
Girl you know I'm out here hustlin'
Tryna make it for us both
I know you want it all
Girl you know I'm out here grindin'
When I don't know what to do
I remember that I do it for you, baby
Verse 1:
Now it's, five in the morning
Time to wake up
Time to get my cake up
And turn the bass up, loud
Cause I'm feelin' it now
Tryna live out what I was just dreamin' about
Last night, I knew I hit that thang right
You woke up with a grin, lookin' like you wanna do it again
But I, gotta hit the books, haters stay shook
The green steady coming in, I'm gettin' it up
After I get this paper, I'll tear it up later
I got the mind, I got the Will, just be my Jada
Before I met you, I was just a Fresh Prince
A cool kid with fresh kicks missing a Miss
Now I'm 'bout to be the king
And you gon' get a ring
Cause I see you in my dreams with me livin' my dreams
And I know fasho that you my down ass bitch
Cause you were down to ride when I was down in the ditch
Bridge:
Are you ready for the life we bout to live?
I know you tired
You tired of all this shit
I go to sleep at two
I'm waking up at five
In the end you know we'll be alright
Chorus:
Girl you know I'm out here hustlin'
Tryna make it for us both
I know you want it all
Girl you know I'm out here grindin'
When I don't know what to do
I remember that I do it for you baby
Verse 2:
Yeah, it's the middle of the day
And today a couple thangs just ain't been goin my way uh
So you text me, when you busy with your own thang, one day
You tell me that we bout to get paid
And I, dig how you know the right thang to say
When I, tend to get lost in the maze
And so I, keep pushin'
Them bitches keep lookin'
Let em say what they want
All they ever do is trippin'
Tryna to tear us apart
But you been there from the start
When the times got hard
You knew to stay strong
With you in my ride by my side every night
Blunt blowin' hella strong, we need to take our time
Even though everything's already been a setup
The system ain't gon tell us
Tryna make it rough
Make us both feel like we ain't good enough
But you and me gon' prove em wrong and we gon rise up uh
Outro:
When I wake up in the morning to you
I remember that I do it for you
From dusk 'til dawn
From night to morn'
I'm out here
Out here hustlin'
I'm out here grindin'
I'm out here grindin'
I'm out here grindin' for you
I'm out here hustlin'
Out here hustlin'
Out here hustlin' for you, baby
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9. |
Payday
03:09
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Ayo, what up?
Ayo, what you tryna do tonight?
I mean it's Friday, it's a Friday night
We just got paid
You know I got the Henny on deck
Yeah you know we gotta ball out tonight
Ha, alright
Chorus:
Yeah you know I'm gettin paid today
And you know I'm gonna ball in a major way uh
Yeah you know I'm gettin paid today
And you know I'm gettin honeys in a major way uh
Verse 1:
Always stuntin, never ballin' on a budget
Catch me on a Friday night always sippin' on something
When the, money's flowing in
Get the bills sorted then
Put a penny in the bank for the bad times ahead
Cause you'll never know what'll come around
So I gotta put it down for the time right now
Do I, cop the new Jays or the new Kobes
Nobody fresher when it comes to the shoe game
Wait, dudes acting like they crew bang
Cause they see me with the chick they been steady chasing
The only thing they should be steady chasing
Is the shots they be taking with these lame heads
Face it, I'm only 23 with a major upside
Got a chick by my side with a major backside
I'm 'bout to take flight, and ride through the night
Nothing like gettin paid on a Friday night
Chorus:
Yeah you know I'm gettin paid today
And you know I'm gonna ball in a major way uh
Yeah you know I'm gettin paid today
And you know I'm gettin honeys in a major way uh
Verse 2:
So I got a couple Gs in my wallet
And my new girl want the new Fendi and Prada
Consumer state of mind, it's all about the products
She gettin' paid too, yeah babygirl got it
I gotta hold her down, for holding me down
So we bought another round and we wildin' downtown
Showing love to San Diego cause I rep my hometown
When the paydays get bigger, ya'll still see me 'round
Gettin' faded on the weekends
Cause I'm puttin' work in
Monday to Friday, when I'm never sleepin'
Teasin', these chicks that wanted me before
Now they roll when they heard about the dough
Back then, I was chasing and they never gave a damn
But shit's all twisted and I'm 'bout to be the man
You about to see my plan and the things I been doing
And I knew it, your man now ain't even close to it
Outro:
Yeah you know we gettin paid today
It's a Friday tonight, we feelin okay
In the westside, with your homegirls right?
Well alright..
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10. |
You Gotta Know
03:06
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Baby, you gotta know
Baby, you gotta know
Verse 1:
Ever since the day that I met you
I've had these feelings for you
I gotta let you know
I gotta tell you how I feel
Cause you've always had a man
And now is my chance
So now that you're single
I gotta keep it real
Tell you how I feel, let you know the deal
That I'm the only one
Who'll keep yo cup filled
Filled with patron
Blunt blowin' hella strong
You ain't gotta tell me anything
I know what you want
Baby, you gotta know
Baby, you gotta know
Verse 2:
Why you still trippin' off him
Take a puff, get your mind off him
You don't deserve it
Deserve all this hurtin'
Live it up, fill it up, let me ease you with my verses yeah
Let's try it out for one night
Ooh baby it feels so right
I know you down cause you just like me
Down for whatever every night of the week
Pick you up at 10
Cruise in the wind
Tonight is the night turn to more than just friends
You lookin' hella fine
I need to make you mine
A bottle of Moscato, get the pain off your mind
Like oh, you like it like that
Oh, you like it on your back
Oh, I knew you felt the same
Come and join my team, we can the fuckin game ayeee
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11. |
How Do You Want It
02:49
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Oh you listen to 2Pac huh?
I love girls who listen to 2Pac
Go ahead put it in
What's your favorite song?
How Do You Want It huh?
Alright, alright..
Verse 1:
Tell me how you want it
We cruisin' but you starting
You starting to get that look
That look in your eyes
When you want me between your thighs
Grab your body, you so fine
We in the backseat
Cause you can't resist me
The windows fogging up
The neighbors waking up
We can do this all your way
We couldn't pass the driveway
The windows tinted black
And you can't see a thang
The neighbors know my name
So they know who to blame yeah
Chorus:
How do you want it, baby
How do you feel
Coming up as a playa in the cash game
Living in the fast lane and I'm for real
Verse 2:
Do you want it slow
Or do you wanna do it all fast
Waking up to the sunrise
With scratches on my back
Your phone keeps goin' off
So it's time you turn it off
But I'm 'bout to turn you on
Just whisper what you want
And I'll do the best I can
Girl, do you like it like that
The best you ever had
My Rihanna, come Take Care
The windows tinted black
And you can't see a thang
The neighbors know my name
So they know who to blame yeah
Chorus:
How do you want it, baby
How do you feel
Coming up as a playa in the cash game
Living in the fast lane and I'm for real
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12. |
Thug Passion
02:42
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Ha, you know I had to go over this beat right
Westside, westside, westside, westside
Thug Passion 2013
I'm bout to give it to you like this uh
Let me get to the dope shit, gotta stay focused
Sippin' thug passion, you already know this
A little Alize, and a little champagne
No one fuck with Cristal cause they fucked up with Jay
Say what you gotta say, even if you a tipsy
Hustle all the time, people thinking that I'm Nipsey
Every Friday's a menage, thinking that I'm fuckin' Nicki
But I stay local, nothing like them Cali girls when they wanna roll through
Hold you, I'm like a bad meal, I go straight to the thighs
I can play Batman, you wanna play disguise
The sky looking like a Dark Knight
It's that 2012 ending of the world bullshit
When the clock struck 12, I was playing cool shit
Another cool kid comin from the Left Coast
Rappers take notes and let go of the strobe lights
Dance beats, and watered down canned meat
I got that pretty boy flow that even Pretty Boy Floyd can't beat
The new WBO undisputed champion
Party jumpin in the back, tell you what's happenin'
Relaxing in the back and, mackin' with a passion
On some thug passion, you 'bout to get some action
Got me side steppin' doin bball drills
Damn back in the day, I had them bball skills
Now I rock the mic cold, so you know I stay ill, but for real the ladies still feel
Me, just another smooth regular West Coast G
Man I could give a fuck what people sayin bout me
That shit don't affect me, why you tryna check me?
Studying all my life, thinking you can test me
Now you probably thinking you ain't fly enough
You can smoke all the kush and not be high enough
Enough to catch me, at the top where the best be
At the ESPYs, with Vanessa Anne Hudgens by my side fixing up my cuff link
Straight dime piece, and that drink turn her to a nasty freak
If your girl tell me she ain't got no man
I believe all girls are good, til I get them into bed
No I ain't a playa, I just crush a lot
I'm probably the one your girl and cousin be crushin' on
Let's go, turn this function up, gettin' hella faded 'til we turn irrational
So you can pack a bowl and fuckin smoke it up
Or you can pop one and fuckin roll it up
But I'mma stay sippin' on this Thug Passion, and I'm back up in it rapping with a passion
Don't be asking, it's the year of that dragon
Palm Treez for your mind, so keep the speakers blasting
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13. |
Henny, Money, Treez II
03:53
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Chorus:
Oh she love me like
Henny, Money, Treez
Yeah I'm all she needs
Verse 1:
Yeah she love me like a crack fiend need that pipe
Every night, never white, only Cali green in my pipe tokin' all night
Talking all night, sippin Zinfandel or Henny, or whatever my babygirl feelin' tonight
She holding it down when I'm holding the mic
I know in my dome that I'm doing it right
Henny, Money, Treez, how she loving me every fucking night
Yeah you know, that I'm gettin mine
Get in line, get it right, I want the fame, but I don't know why
Bumping Pac, Remy Ma, on the rocks, got me leaning now
Rearview lookin scenic now, and I got her riding in my ride
Mind's too wise to find a broad
That don't be getting her paper right
West coast shit, now we taking flight
Bad ass chick, now I call her mine
Stackin chips, and a sip of wine
All that fine dine rhyme get her into bed by the time the clock strikes nine
NY state of mind, Nas lines in the wintertime
Skippin dinnertime for a night of dope rhymes
Microphone's victimized, tell you how she love me like
Verse 2:
Yeah you know when I'm feeling low, she elevate like Cali dro
Hella faded sippin' slow when we going to the show
I let her ride, now she drive, hold me down when they despise how I rock
On the mic, spit that fire all the time
Faded up, blazin up, and I'm stacking all my paper up
Rage it up, when I made enough, solo cup fucking Vegas up
Westside, westside
What I rep til the day I fuckin die
And I, and I
Throw the dub anytime I fuckin like
EI, EI
Yeah anywhere she would fuckin like
On the road, on the floor, in the club she drop it low
Take her home, off her phone, me and her just all alone
Smelling my cologne, now she love me more than ever before
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14. |
Turnin' You On
03:37
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Verse 1:
So when the mood's right
Baby what it feel like
I love it when I get you alone
So if you feel it girl
Let out all your feelings girl
Nobody gonna know what we 'bout to do
I'll play it smooth, like I always do
Tell me if you like what I'm doing to you
Baby say yeah
Let me hear you say yeah
Ooh baby now it's on, just wait 'til I get you home, yeah
Chorus:
When the mood strikes
And you holding tight
I know I'm turning you on (I know I turn you on)
When my body's all on yours
And you can't take it no more
I know I'm turning you on (I know I turn you on ohh)
Verse 2:
Oh baby you ain't know
I'm a West Coast G
Never gave a fuck 'bout a thang (I never gave a fuck)
So if you tell me to stop, tell me to stop
Baby I will not, baby I will not
I got that top notch for ya, baby let me put it on you
You want it on the chair? Yeah
You want over there? Yeah
Tell me babygirl, we can do it anywhere
So if you down
We gon' do this one for Nate Dogg
So just lay back, and open up your mouth owww
Verse 3:
Turnin' you on, now it's time to press play
I got you on your back, now it's time to do the damn thing
Make your hips sway, the neighbors know my name
Screamin' so loud, so they know who blame
Lance Retuya to introduce you properly
Probably the best in the West
Ain't no stopping me
Louisville bat, yeah I hit it like that
Turn an enemy to a friend
I'm cool like that, I'm a smooth ass cat
With a grown man swag
Steady in my ride bumpin' California slaps
Hella exes on my tip could get 'em back like that
But naw, I'll just put 'em on wax, never that
Swangin' in the club, I know you tryna get down
Took you to the spot, now I'm watching you going down
But don't make a sound, I know you get loud
I only got you for a night, so baby make it count ha
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15. |
Bedtime
04:01
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Chorus:
Baby turn off the lights ohhh yeah
I'm gonna do you right
Baby turn off the lights ohhh yeah
We gonna do it all night
Baby it's ya bedtime
Baby it's ya bedtime
Baby it's ya bedtime
Baby it's ya bedtime ohhh yeaaah
Verse 1:
Baby it's ya bedtime
Take it all off, let me ease your mind
Baby turn off the lights
You gon' be surprised
Baby this your lullaby
Guaranteed I'mma do you right
No make up on, but you still lookin fine
Forget about the clock cause you don't need to know the time
Okay, nothing but your panties on
It's going down, we 'bout to make a hit song
I got the beat, and you got the melody
Tuck you in good, you gon' be sound asleep
After I hit it, after we get it
We gon' have to pray again for all the sinning
Burning off our dinner, I think I found a winner
And we gonna do it in the morning when we get up
Chorus:
Baby turn off the lights ohhh yeah
I'm gonna do you right
Baby turn off the lights ohhh yeah
We gonna do it all night
Baby it's ya bedtime
Baby it's ya bedtime
Baby it's ya bedtime
Baby it's ya bedtime ohhh yeaaah
Verse 2:
Next to the candlelight
Rose petals all by your side
You liking my storytime
The ending gon' blow your mind
You like that romantic shit
Then baby I'll provide it
And you looking so excited
Naw baby, you ain't gotta fight it
Take over control
That means we hittin' the floor
And we making all kinds of noise
Ain't little no more, you don't need no toys
Do you feel all the chemistry?
From the kush and a little bit of Hennessy
Tonight your body's all mine
You had a bad day, its about to be a good night
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16. |
Mind Yo Bizness
04:08
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Chorus (x4):
Mind yo bizness
Don't fuck with no else's
Verse 1:
Uh, they still talking 'bout me
They should fucking wear a mouthpiece
Acting like they wanna fight me
I just take it all lightly
Worry bout a hater, homie not me
I'm doing something right if they despise me
Creeping online so they copy
Paste it to their lives acting like me
Talking to their crew, seeing what I do
My attitude and mood don't reflect you
You want people to respect you?
Stop talking bout what I do
Just mind yo biz, get yo endz
Stop talking 'bout shit you ain't dealing with
Just let me live and I'll deal with it
Man I ain't even trippin' bout that shit ha
Verse 2:
Uh, I could get your girl real quick
But I'm tryna mind my own biz
Getting faded with my own clique
While you talking all that shit
But then again, talk is talk
You try to put my Jays on and walk the walk
I fight to win like a fucking underdog
Act like I've never felt pain before
Too beast, fat beats
One dream, my team
Takin shots of Heem
Only if you knew me
Then you wouldn't be talking
Bout these dimes like they groupies
Now the SoCal kid too sick
You couldn't spit game so you calling her a bitch?
I can talk shit and worry bout you too
But, I got better shit to do ha
Chorus (x4):
Mind yo bizness
Don't fuck with no else's
Verse 3:
What you wanna know?
Which bitch that you see me with is the one that I'm fucking on the low?
No, you ain't gotta know
My life's on lock and my damn bizness ain't show
So if you think you know, you better check the facts
I'm steady tryna grow, don't judge the past
And act like you know me like that
If you knew me like that, then you wouldn't be going 'round my back
Saying I'm a playa cause I'm never tied down
Saying that I changed cause I'd rather grind now
Wow, runnin' tight game, never ballin' out of bounds
And all my homies still ask how I
Maintain all the thangs I do
How I grind all week and still kick it with the old crew
It ain't no secret to the shit I do, I just want this shit more than you
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