Big Tymers Album

(Manny Fresh)
Yeah, mmm hmmm
This one goes out to all the pretty young ladies out there
in pretty young lady land mmm hmmm see what I'm sayin
I want you to just peep over your shoulders hunny... ya see

(Manny Fresh)
Now lets get it understood (Oh Yeah)
That I'm a treat her real good (Oh Yeah)
And I'm a love her all my life (Oh Yeah)
And keep her flooded with ice (Oh Yeah)
Now just take my hand (Oh Yeah)
You'se my woman I'm your man (Oh Yeah)
Now you the one that I done chose (Oh Yeah)
And I don't love them other hoes (Oh Yeah)
Now make them niggas understand (Oh Yeah)
You already got a man (Oh Yeah)
You need a player that's strong (Oh Yeah)
And that'll never do you wrong (Oh Yeah)
And if them boys try to touch (Oh Yeah)
You should kick them in the nuts (Oh Yeah)
Cause them tittys just right (Oh Yeah)
Make a player wanna bite (Oh Yeah)
Cause I'm your one and only lover (Oh Yeah)
And we gon' have to use a rubber (Oh Yeah)
Now look what we done did (Oh yeah)
Messed around and had some kids (Oh Yeah)

(Chorus)
Daddy...You make me feel like a star
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Daddy... Can I get the keys to the car?
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you
Daddy it's what ever you wanna do
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you
Daddy it's what ever you wanna do
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you
Daddy it's what ever you wanna do
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you
Daddy it's what ever you wanna do


(Baby)
(Ey, Ey, Ey)
I got swine on the seats (Oh Yeah)
24's on my feets (Oh Yeah) (Lil Ones)
Lets thump in my ride (Oh Yeah)
And mommy stay fly (Oh Yeah)
Boy I'm the nieghborhood king (Oh Yeah)
Y'all know it I'm a cost your king (Oh Yeah)
I mean I say ya love my style (Oh Yeah)
I throw partys buck wild (Oh Yeah)
Daddy I'm the number 1 stunna (Oh Yeah)
And I shine every summa (Oh Yeah)
Boy know I have to change my paint (Oh Yeah)
Cuz that stock shit stink (Oh Yeah)
Ey,Ey, Re-do the inside (Oh Yeah)
25 inch rims in tide (Oh Yeah)
I keep them strapped and shy (Oh Yeah)
New Benz cause mommy so fly (Oh Yeah)

(Chorus)
Daddy...You make me feel like a star
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Daddy... Can I get the keys to the car?
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you
Daddy it's what ever you wanna do
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you
Daddy it's what ever you wanna do
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you
(Big Tymers, Boo and Gotti alright?)
Daddy it's what ever you wanna do
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you (hello, shy-town)
Daddy it's what ever you wanna do

(Gotti)
Dude if it's blue it get copped (Oh Yeah)
From the drops to the watch to the rocks (Oh Yeah)
Whoa that block gettin hot (Oh Yeah)
Got those so I'm coppin that yaht (Oh Yeah)
Now I'm frozen like and ice box (Oh Yeah)
Brotha Jacks and the Jordan, Mike hot
And I'm still street my pop (Oh Yeah)
If I'm ever in a tight spot (Oh Yeah)

(Boo)
Yeah I'm rollin with the flyers (Oh Yeah)
Just back seat ridin' (Oh Yeah)
You know nigga be drivin' (Oh Yeah)
Wit two freaks inside it (Oh Yeah)
So we with the Big Tymers (Oh Yeah)
You betta' warn your baby momma'(Oh Yeah)
Cause Boo and Gotti causin' problems (Oh Yeah)
So Just back up off us (Oh Yeah)

[Baby] Whassup Fresh? It's our turn, baby?

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits (With the Gucci suits)
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp (Ehh-Ehh Ehh-Ehh, I stay sharp)
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent (I can't pay my rent)
But that's okay, cause I'm Still Fly (Uh, Uh, Damn! Cause I'm so fly)

Got a quarter tank of gas - in my new E class (In my E-Class Benz)
Cause that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride (Hmm-Mmm)
Got everythang - in my momma name (We got everythang, in my momma name)
But I'm Hood Rich - dadah-dadah da-dah da-dah da-dah (Uh-Huh!)

[Baby]
Get your car *cuh-ck-cuh-cuh* car play gems gone shine
Instead momma get a bling - baby girl let's ride (Let's Ride)
You a number one stunna, and we gon' glide
and go straight to the mall and tear down the inside
Do that Prada, Gucci, full length leather
Bourbon's cool or Coogi sweater (Sweater)
Twenty-inches pop my feather
The Birdman daddy I fly in any weather
Alligator seats with the head in the inside
Swine on the dash, G-wagon is So Fly
Number one don't tangle and twist it
When it come to these cars I am that nigga
The *cuh-ck-cuh-cuh* Coogi with the matchin interior
Three wheel ride with the tire in the middle
It's Fresh and Stunner and we like brothas
We shine like paint daddy - it's our Summer

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent
But that's okay, cause I'm Still Fly

Got a quarter tank of gas - in my new E class
But that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride
Got everythang - in my momma name
But I'm Hood Rich - dadah-dadah da-dah da-dah da-dah

[Mannie Fresh]
Have you ever seen a crocodile seats in the truck
Turn around sit it down and let 'em bite your butt
See the steeling is Fendi, dashboard Armani
With your baby momma - player, is where you can find me?
Cruisin through the parking lot on twenty fours
(Coming Through The Hood On 'Em Twenty Fo's)
Cadillac Esclade with the chromed out nose
With an navigation arrow headed straight to your spot
Where your wife really love me cause the sex is so hot
Put the Caddy up, start the three wheel Benz (Skiiiiiirt!)
Hyper white lights, ultra Violet lens
Suma-tuma tires and they gotta be run flat
TV with a horn goin (UH UHHH) "Boy can you top that?"
I'ma show you some shit - rookie press that button
The trunk went (Ehh-Ehh) and all of a sudden
Four fifteen's - didn't see no wires
And then I heard (Boom!) from the amplifiers

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent
But that's okay, cause I'm Still Fly

Got a quarter tank of gas - in my new E class
But that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride
Got everythang - in my momma name
But I'm Hood Rich - dadah-dadah da-dah da-dah da-dah

[Baby]
(ay, ay, ay, ay)
Lemme slide in the Benz (Shit!) with the fished out fins
Prowler an loud pipes - Drinkin the Henn'
It's the Birdie-Birdie Man - I'll do it again
In a Cadillac Trucks twenty fo's with tints

[Mannie Fresh]
Looking at my Gucci - it's about that time
Six bad broads flying in that nine
New Suburban Truck with the porno showing
Up and down {*orgasm*} and up they go and..

[Baby]
Bodies on the Roadster - Lexus you know what?
That hard-top beamer (ay, ay) yo Ma', that's your truck
I come in up the hood and Lovely
New shoes on the whip and I wake up to Bubbly (Bubbly)

[Mannie Fresh]
Four-thirty Lex with the convertable top
And the rims keeps spinning everytime I stop
Got a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq
With a ol' school Caddy with a "diamond in the back"

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent
But that's okay, cause I'm Still Fly

Got a quarter tank of gas - In my new E class
But that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride
Got everythang - in my momma name
But I'm Hood Rich - dadah-dadah da-dah da-dah da-dah

{*Scratches*}
The Number One Stunna Pimp

{*Scratches*}

f/ Gotti, Mikkey, T.Q.

[Chorus: T.Q.]
Just like a sunny day, I'm gon' shine
You betta cover yo face, or you'll be blind
Oh big shiny blades, that's how I ride
Just like a sunny day, watch me shine

[Baby]
Hey, eh, uhn-uhn-ah, uhn-uhn-ah hold on, ro, huh
You see them chrome on dem whodi?
Oooh-wee, bad mother fucker, chrome pipes, and chromed out mufflers
Paint my cars, and dip these rods
Re-do the inside, cuz stunna gon' ball
Shine my teets, when I hit these streets
Call hot boy Elvin, to slide me a piece
Slipped it girl, fed her some gas
I buh-a burn, I buh-a, buh-a burn ya ass
Brawlers, bars, and marble's garage
Minks on the floor, with them platinum toys
Its 500 degrees, its hot as fuck (uh uh-a, uh uh-a)
Believe me boy, my shit diced up
I stay one way, I play every day
Its February 15th, stunna, hows the day?

[Mannie Fresh]
Now if you believe, like I believe
We can get to the mountain top
We can achieve what Martin was talkin bout
Whats all the barkin bout?
I'm a man playa, on my two feet, thats how I'm walking out
Alot of these chumps niggas say I just bling too much
But alot of yall ain't doing nothing, y'all just dream too much
And all of y'all niggas ain't coming up to nuttin but a big ole zero
And in case you didn't know nigga, I'm the hood hero

[Chorus]

[Gotti]
Its like a sunny day, plus I'm getting money today
With no funny play, cuz I got the gun at my waist
And like stunna say, feeling like a hunter today
Million, mommy fine, but she got bumps in her face
But it ain't nothing but a G thang baby
So I'ma hit it in the back of my Mercedes
We on dubs, its all love, this shit crazy
And Cash Money is the label that made me

[Mikkey - overlapping last verse]
Mikkey take em church, its on you what you take from this verse
We like a cedar, we just straight from the dirt
So its in us, we stuck, like its in us to
cock..that..thang..back..and dump
Please, you don't want it wit us
Now they say money makes the world go round
But for the right price,
Stunna said yo girl done with the opposite of up
More than music this is rap hustlin
This is money mackin and publishin
Death before struggling, thats shine daddy

(Intro)
Man: Ladies and gentlemen, see its like
Hello, Hello, Hello
Woman: Hello Hello
Man: See baby
Hello, Hello, Hello
Woman: Hello, Hello

[Verse 1]
Man: Now I been trying to fuck with you since 7th grade
Woman: But I didn't want to fuck with you, cause you wasn't paid
Man: By the time I got to tenth grade baby I was pushing dimes
Woman: And who would ever think you would get paid off for saying rhymes
Man: Now I fucked you and your sister too
Woman: My auntie and my cousin Boo
Man: But I think I should let you go
Woman: Tell me, why you don't love me no more

(Conversation between man and woman. Arguing)

[Verse 2]
Woman: You got a lot money now you think your shit don't smell
Man: But you wouldn't accept my calls when I went to jail
Woman: Now I been waiting for you everyday
Man: But I here messy shit from niggas around the way
Woman: Now I kept the pussy on lock till u got out
Man: But what about the freaky shit that you done with your mouth
Woman: nigga I hate your guts, boy you ain't shit
Man: well I feel the same way about you stankass scandless bitch

f/ TQ

Hey, this song is dedicated to the girl Brenda with the big breast-eses
In the ass like the black girls, I love you Brenda...

[Chorus: TQ]
Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some?
Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb?
Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some?
Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb?
You told me that we was going to the tele
I told you when I pull up, be ready
Now you said you can't find no one to watch your kids
But why can't you just get a new
Are you gon give me some?

[TQ]
What's wrong? what happened? You told me it was crackin'
I got my prophylactics, and why you trippin' on me?
I'm tired of playing games, its been a couple weeks
Hey ma I'm feeling you, you say you feeling me
I just can't understand why we can't get our love on
Girl I want it and quit, I want you to groan
Lets go to the Mo tonight, and lets sip a little mo' tonight
Girl don't say no tonight, you need to give me some

[Mannie Fresh]
Its 2002, what you gon do?
Your hot in the ass, so let lil' daddy come through
I've been hangin' with shorty for one whole week,
I'm trying to pressure you, its time to freak
Now I've been holding in, and you've been holding out
So why don't you be a nice girl and (Put it in yo mouth!)
Now things don changed, why you actin' strange?
You lettin' that other niggah get in yo brains?
Life is like a movie baby, stick to the script
I'm Dirk Diggle and its time to hit
I ain't tryin to take your man place, hes alright
I'm just trying to stick it to you baby just one night
Well I gotta buy something just for you to try something?
Yeah I'll let you get something just to let me hit something
Now I know your alone when he don't come home
Pick up the phone, now I give you the bone
When the kids asleep, then we can creep
I've been waiting to see you naked baby, one whole week
Time for you to give it up, let a nigga hit it up
Take in on or spill it up, swallow, don't spit it up

[Chorus: TQ, Wolf talking in background]

Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some?
Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb?
Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some?
Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb?
You told me that we was going to the tele (Yeah, you act like you don't
remember that though)
I told you when I pull up, be ready (Uh-huh, uh-huh,uh-huh,uh-huh)
Now you said you can't find no one to watch your kids (Mmm, mmm)
I think you just scared cuz you don't want me to leave (Thats what it is)
Are you gon give me some?

[Wolf]
Now I've been fucking with you for far too long,
And if I don't hit tonight, I know something is wrong
You've been duggin' and divin', just running scared
Like you committed a crime, and I'm the fed
Calm motherfucker over the phone,
But a scary motherfucker when its time to get it on
You be saying freaky shit, really turning me on
Like you swallow n' spit all over the dick
And you be bragging about how them niggas is strong
But the word is out, I'm seriously hung
Right now I'm ready, cuz I'm full of that juice
I'm ready to get you in the bed, and knock something loose
And after that, the balls in your court
We can leave it alone, or we can go back and forth
But first things first, Ima admit
Ima tear your ass up when you let me hit

[Greg Street]
W,B,I,T,E,C,H, ain't that a bitch radio
Yo check, thats the new jam of the day
The Big Tymers featuring Wolf
Yo Wolf don went from the the keyboards to the mic booth
Wolf rappin now
And thats why you got your ass back in child support court too
Yeah she want some more money now boy, you gotta give it up
You can't go to court with no punk defendant
Why you need Johnny Cochran, you rolling with them Cash Money Millionaires
now
Hey, big shouts out to Greg Green
This of uhh cases that concentrated titty milk
And big shouts out to all them ladies
gettin ready for amateur night at the Flame

(Hook)
[Man] Pimpin is a alive, these niggas just jive
[Man] I've been stackin and mackin since '75
[Man] When I come thru in the Benz hoes tell they friends that
[Women] Thats my daddy, daddy
[Man] Pimpin is a alive, these niggas just jive
[Man] I've been stackin and mackin since '75
[Man] When I come thru in the Benz hoes tell they friends that
[Women] Thats my daddy daddy

[Baby]
I don't ride white walls its vogues I'm mashing
But I'm +Hood Rich+ nigga tell ya bitch to ask me
Swang yo' ??? in that brand new Caddy
Seville four door slammed back lil' daddy
Throwing bricks in the cut like a nigga give a fuck
I spunt what you niggas spunt when I was coming up
Its the bling bling king worth mils with nuts
Scored that brand new Benz loud pipes 'em up
Got that Avalanche truck alligator in the trunk
Got the snake in the floor of a Bentley HEADS UP
Them white folks coming lil' dady HOLD UP
Shift it up the block for a nigga can pop
I'm a born hustler but a pimp pimp player
2-G and 2 its Big Tymer year
Doing donuts in the drop top with Cartiers
And I ain't met no nigga with more cars than this player

[Fresh]
You don't wanna get it on
You'll get shitted on or spitted on
Reptile boots and suits thats fitted on
Got the bar up in the car with the dranks so I can sit it on
Peanut butter and wood, its still understood
That Im'a P-I-M-P
The M to the A, double N-I-E
Now put yo' feet up on that mank
Take a pull of the stank
And we can do it how it should be done
I treat a bitch like a hoe, a hoe like a slut
A slut like a nut cuz I really don't give a fuck
Now with a dick up in yo' throat can you still sing a note?
Well if you can say I'm the man with the superfly trim
Woah move away young dude you're ruining my mood
Straight mackin to the stackin money bitches and food
Caddilac Buritz big booties and tits
Got twenty bad bitches with the matching outfits

Hook

[Fresh]
I was the man in kindergarden and a pimp in first
A mack in second grade by third it was worse
A made man in the fourth a don in the fifth
Had the teacher sellin ass when I touched the sixth
Seven eight and nine whatever they had was mine
From tenth to twelfth bling bling ya blind
Now I'm the money foldin phone holdin
two way checkin home wreckin
rent collectin weenie weckin, big pimpin
Love a lotta women, walk with a limp an'
(Talking)
I'll have the snow crabs a bottle of uh um cristal
Some fettacinni and some um let me see what else
Oh and some shrimp

[Baby]
I'm a bird on crew in that Lexus coupe
I left the roof at home let the rain come thru
Don't cry now ma you know how it go
But since ya hair got wet lets smoke some 'dro
Get it right ma and put that Fresh mink on
Them CMC boots with the platinum thongs
I wear enough ice to sit on the throne
And if a nigga come close Im'a go back home

f/ Lac, Mikkey, and Stone

[Baby talking]
Um hmm...fo sho
You can do big thangs when you're a Big Tymer
And even if you ain't nigga just keep grindin' nigga
You really ain't got to have golf balls you can have pebbles
Ya know? Just have your game on

[(Chorus) Lac + Mannie Fresh]
Lac: If your riding on 16's than put that bitch up
Mannie: Oh 20 dub deuces is how we do that there yo
Lac: If you ride with an ugly chick than trade that bitch in
Mannie: Get you a dime that's how you do the damn thing friend
Lac: If your diamonds ain't shining up than put that shit up
Mannie: 1-800-Iceman - ice yourself up
Lac: Cutlass to the Benz, Monte Carlo, and Prowler
Mannie: DVD to the TV that mean you can HOLLA!

[Baby]
(???????) the house and somethin'
Bought a green diamond - 30 carrots for stuntin'
I'm the boss of your ghetto, black crow of this game
Slide me 200 G's and I'll do anything
I've done a little bit of it all
Mom how your son is known to ball
I put 22's on everything I call
The Jag, the Bentley, Rolls-Royce, the house wall
Hung out with Bobby, ate breakfast with Whitney
Made it official New York is my city nigga
Got a trophy from the game ya'll know my name
Baby - Number one stunna, car showing my thang
Got a house on the lake I built from cake
Cooking pies and hustling for rubian flakes
I put dub deuces on the Avalanche truck
I break rules cause I don't give a fuck

[(Chorus) Lac + Mannie Fresh]
Lac: If your riding on 16's than put that bitch up
Mannie: Oh 20 dub deuces that's how we do that there yo
Lac: If you ride with an ugly chick than trade that bitch in
Mannie: Get you a dime that's how you do the damn thing friend
Lac: If your diamonds ain't shining that put that shit up
Mannie: 1-800-Iceman - ice yourself up
Lac: Cutlass to the Benz, Monte Carlo, and Prowler
Mannie: DVD to the TV that mean you can HOLLA!

[Stone]
I say this on 22's that cost a half-a-mill
When me and Baby be coming through like ya'll rappers for real?
Now I be slinging blocks, totting two twin glocks
Pushing a 600 Benz, rims spin when I stop
Jock, it's alright you see the watch ya'll like
Like I just copped a porsche box three tint with the fog lights
Than it's alright kit it with a chrome small pipe
With killer Stone on the left and Hot Boys on right

[Lac]
Nigga I ridin in some Z71 type shit
Limo tinted cause I'm creeping with a fine bright bitch
Aston Martin got a new thang that I just might get
And if Puffy give a party he invite my click
We gone pop that shit, say wodie where the bottles at?
Hello, who this is? Im with stunna bitch holla back
Princess and baguettes to out shine you cock suckers
Riding on some Ferris wheel's - Bigger than a mother fucker!

[(Chorus) Lac + Mannie Fresh]
Lac: If your riding on 16's than put that bitch up
Mannie: Oh 20 dub deuces is how we do that there yo
Lac: If you ride with an ugly chick than trade that bitch in
Mannie: Get you a dime that's how you do the damn thing friend
Lac: If your diamonds ain't shining that put that shit up
Mannie: 1-800-Iceman - ice yourself up
Lac: Cutlass to the Benz, Monte Carlo, and Prowler
Mannie: DVD to the TV that mean you can HOLLA!

[Mannie Fresh]
Rims - 22, chick - 22, dick about 22
Playboy, now who the fuck are you?
I'm mister two-door coupes
Is that the cracker-gator boots?
With the two piece Gucci suits
2-way hanging off the loops
Zazigga-zan, Zazigga-zigga-zigga-zan
Give me the watch, the bracelet and the chain
Fuck your Bentley - too slow ya heard?
Lamborghini in first "clock, clock unnn unn skkkkiiirrrrrt!"

[Mikkey]
You know Mikkey play the And Ones - loosely laced
So I might lose a shoe when the groupies chase
The coup be straight - but truth be I prefer the range
The sex be feelin great but I prefer the brains
We got dollars by the billions
Choppers by the buildings
Chances of falling off is "Slim" like "Ronald Williams" Holla
You can find me changing lanes in the Aston
Leaning back with your dame laughing come on (haha)

[(Chorus) Lac + Mannie Fresh]
Lac: If your riding on 16's than put that bitch up
Mannie: Oh 20 dub deuces is how we do that there yo
Lac: If you ride with an ugly chick than trade that bitch in
Mannie: Get you a dime that's how you do the damn thing friend
Lac: If your diamonds ain't shining that put that shit up
Mannie: 1-800-Iceman - ice yourself up
Lac: Cutlass to the Benz, Monte Carlo, and Prowler

f/ Lac

[Lac (chorus)]
Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it – you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it – that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it– that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it– that ain't the shit

[Mannie Fresh]
See the story take place in the back of the club
About this shorty that I know and we gone call her "Young Love"
See lil one like pa, he was the neighbor hood baller
Gucci and Lucci drove a candy and prowler
One more thing I forgot to tell
Young one sixteen bro and she burning like hell
Yo my fault, Pa was 26
Now back to the story bout' the little lost chick
Your man got lil one in the V.I.P.
With his hands in her pants going "You're so sexy"
Your not dumb but your young, you'll believe what your hearing
You gone sex off the X and your homies cheering
What's even sadder you don't even know what you're doing
Hey young world your whole life's ruined
But what you don't know gonna hurt you tonight
You didn't use a rubber and Pa ain't right

[Lac (chorus)]
Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it – you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it – that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it– that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it– that ain't the shit


[Baby]
Man chill in Miami lil head in the projects
On the passenger side with Tammy in the drop Lexus
Me and Fresh at the light in S500 on dub deuces
Bumping some old Cash Money
Got 10 round my neck, 20 on my wrist
Million dollar nut, million dollar kiss
Pull up in the Lexus, sipping on Don P
Hold on Fresh let me get back to this story
Her Sheila freak dealers that only drive Benz
Her mamma said "My daughters gonna end up in the pen"
But wodie she'll fuck for ends and clothing
She thought she made more money from tricking and hoing
But when her nigga scored the dope she held the stacks
And when that nigga hit the club they be full of that yak
She a hard headed, with a diamond in her tongue
And a tattoo on her ass saying "come get some"

[Lac (chorus)]
Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it – you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it – that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it– that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it– that ain't the shit

[Baby]
Now Stone told me "Stunna, Kisha wasn't right,
After the Hot Boys had her I fucked the same night"
Now Kisha from Miami ran with Lisa and Candy
Met her at Coco's on the hot strip dancing
Now Trick Daddy told me bout' mom's new clique
But my lil partner Damian wanted to raw-dog the bitch
I'm a three stunna blinder, pop X with the chick
I'm full of the white trying to down this bitch

[Mannie Fresh]
Slow it down, hold it up, get back to your class
Act your age lil mamma stop shaking your ass
Big wheels, X pills, whatcha know bout' that?
Got the old nigga name tattooed on your back
Bet your mamma don't know that you're fucking and shit
And ever since yay high you've been getting a dick
But it's your life and it's your biz
Four different baby-daddies, get how you live

[Lac (chorus)]
Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it – you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it – that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it– that ain't the lick

(Hook)
To all my peoples, to all my peoples
To all my peoples, yeeeaaahhh
Together we stand and divided we fall
If niggas get together then we all can ball
Live as one in the project and bump the sound
And eat chicken til the motherfuckin sun come down
We be lickin to the motherfuckin sun go down
Keep stickin to the motherfuckin sun go down
Get dough, and never go down
Never go down, never go down

[Baby] (First line overlaps hook)
Look look look
I say niggas stroke crosses to knock these bosses
We can ball together make money take loses
You know the game you gotta pay these cost-es
You win some lose some nigga regardless
Hang on the corner sell crack with straps
Or we can go to the club like pimps and macks
Or we can unite for stripes or just say fuck it
You get down bad bust raps for life
It don't matter to me daddy, you do what you do
I'd 'ave took pennitentary ?transit? to get this fool
See Im'a flip this money take it to the mall
And open up something and get more money
Like the beauty shop, keeps macs when Im thuggin
Hanging on the block watching for undercovers
Clean a little money, then clean a little money
The rap game ain't for everybody but try something

Hook 2x

[Mannie Fresh] (First line overlaps hook)
See see see, check it out
My people need to get it right
We can either get together or we can straight up fight
We can shake hands or we can go to the gun
Divided we fall or we can live as one
You can fuck wit' it or you can leave it alone
And if you don't want piece bring ya jive ass home
And I heard the fake shit that you said in ya song
And I still love the nigga eventhough he was wrong
See, XXL will let you have the cover
If you say some fake shit about ya brother
Thats a petty-ass, spagetti-ass, fake-ass niggas
You don't know whats going on snake-ass niggas
But I'm.. not.. stoppin for y'all
Four 15's keep it knockin for y'all
If that don't work then nigga move on
Get the fuck good luck and I'm glad that you gone

Hook