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Nature Album


Wild Gremlinz (05/28/2002)
05/28/2002
1.
Wild Gremlinz Intro
2.
The Wake Up
3.
Wild Gremlinz (feat. Masta, Dog & Young Katz)
4.
So Fresh
5.
The Ride
6.
7.
Take That
8.
Love That Hoe (feat. Bars & Young Katz)
9.
10.
Get Gully
11.
Who R U?
12.
Supa High
13.
Life & Death
14.
Coming Home With Me (feat. Killz)
15.
Disturbin The Peace
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Wild Gremlinz Intro

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The Wake Up

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Wild Gremlinz

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So Fresh

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The Ride

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[Chorus: Nature and Woman]

[W:] I don't give a fuck about your Girlfriends
[N:] I don't give a fuck about your Man boo
[W:] I don't give a fuck about your friends
[N:] and your friends ain't shit, and sometimes I can't understand you
[N:] I don't even know why you page me
[W:] I don't even know if I can trust you
[N:] Yo, is you jumpin' it off?
[W:] is you jumpin' it off?
[N:] If not then keepin' movin' bitch, fuck you

[Verse 1:]
I got a whole 'lotta problems that I gotta resolve
like 4 in the mornin' I get anonymous calls
they let it ring once, they let it ring twice
damm, it rang twelve times, chickens ain't right
cussin' like a sailor, fuckin' in trailors
photoshoots, niggas did it and told me the head was much realer
shouldn't have did it boo, you shouldn't have did it boo
now you forgettin' exactly how many niggas you did it too
cut you off, shit's critical, gimme my space
I admit, I was the one that made the silly mistakes
the Fifty state roamer
had to throw the fake on her
heavyweight, ringside seats in Nate's corner
wait for her, it might take days
but back home's where the fight takes place
punches and scratches
headlocks and hatchets
screamin' at the top of her lungs, this bitch is spazzin'
comin' at ya, whats up with that shit?

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Hugs turn to kisses, kisses turn to intercourse
engagement, marriage, then divorce
devellish acts, sinnin' thoughts
secrets bein' spilled out, soon as it happens the pigeons talk
I try to keep her close by, don't mind lettin' go
let her know who the fuck she wit'
like any Man unless he's whipped
a messy script leads to domestic disputes
all your friends gettin' caught in our beef 'cause they thought it was
cute
dressin' in suits, I used to get you from work
checked your feelings, even flipped on you first
stripped down your purse
one night I found your phonebook
hidin' spots, look in all the places you thought I won't look
never said shit, but dead shit immediate
ripped out the numbers that I needed to rip
heated quick, did what I had to do
sat her down, she flipped it around, looked in my eyes and quickly
caught this attitude.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Some nights you might talk in your sleep, pig Latin
drunk, the next mornin' actin' like I didn't happen
should I cheat? give me reasonable doubt
is the next Man trickin' on you? huh? is he eatin' you out?
you're poppin' up with mysterious gifts
when I ask you just laugh, brushin' off the seriousness
there's nothin' worse than a curious bitch
with some nosey friends
Six deep in a old BM
pushin' it to the limit
ripped up seats with cushion in it
change on the rug
she give brains to all the thugs
while she drives, somethin' called dangerous love
got a airbag on both sides, no lie
doin' shit the average hoes don't try
wanna know why I'll never leave you?
you're intelligent, young, and evil
the definition of a real bitch, some'll G you
come and see you like "Next!"
right after their ex.

[Chorus: 'till fade]


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Take That

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Love That Hoe

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Yeah, gotta give 'em what they want
Yeah, make it hurt, make it hurt (Nature)
Gotta give 'em what they want
Uh huh, yo, yo

[Verse 1]
Now who the one that got it locked down
The top down
In the coupe or the yacht now
Just watch out
I'm comin' thru for the block now (Heard it's on)
Niggas front, they gettin' knocked out (Word is bond)
When you pump, you gotta work til the bird is gone
I love a low, but your ho in a dirty thong
Cuz I'm a crazy nigga (and)
Keep it gravy nigga (and)
She wanna fuck with me, but need a babysitter, listen up
I drive home, switchin' lanes, still twistin' up
In the club getcha witcha one, c'mon getcha cup
I feel the hate on my back when it's inchin' up
I got the eight on my back so I wish 'em luck
And it don't matter if you're black or white, hermaphrodite
Slip, it's a rap tonite
I give it all for the cause, for the sacrifice
For my dogs cuz we after life
Make noise

[Chorus]
Make noise in the streets
For the fellas and freaks
In the club with the thugs
Inhalin' the weed
When you see somethin' nice
And you ready to leave
Tell me what you know about (What you know about this)
Everyday we be ready to play
Callin' shorty to the crib
She be ready to stay
I'm a pimp by blood
Makin' all of 'em pay
Tell me what you know about (What you know about this)

[Verse 2]
The first CL5 with four doors
And it's on, the female's eyes is like dog
It even got a fridge and a toaster in it
Like every time I'm in the hood
I be approached in it
No surprise to the hood
When my soldiers in it
Every nigga on my team is a co-defendant
I be, team captain, call me the coach (Nature)
If things happen, call me the loc
And I'll be right there
Like the black knight, minus the jokes (Get a feelin')
Y'all invited to smoke
What's the dealy with the ladies that be doin' it right, like
Fuck a car, comin' through on a bike, like
Snowflakes, no two is alike, right
It's OK, we can do it tonite
And if you can't do it good then it won't be done
The one and only, the only one
Now make noise

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Drinks in the air, bottles on us
Niggas ain't partyin', probably on dust
Bitches knock it off, somebody gon' touch
Tellin' all ya friends we party all rough
We Queensbridge niggas don't like to dance (Do we)
Comin' out the club, fightin' for cabs (Do we)
Fight the bouncers, light the hash and ???
Stay away, if ya face look like the cooties
Otherwise you can tell me ya name and image
Where you be, where you work and explain the business
What ya check say, roastin' it
Black jack be the game, betta know what to bet
When I reach for the thang, betta know when to jet
Got a decent little team, you ain't notice it yet?
You never know when you're chasin' the dough, chasin' the hoes
Laid back nigga full of gangsta soul

[Chorus]

All day everyday
In the streets and the clubs
Wild Gremlinz
Nuthin' but gangstas (What you know about this)
Hustlas, pimps, hoes
Smell me, ya understand
Fa sheezy


. . .

Get Gully

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Who R U?

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Supa High

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Life & Death

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Coming Home With Me

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Disturbin The Peace

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