- Blood Money Lyrics – Brisco (feat. DJ Khaled, Rick Ross, Ace Hood & Birdman)
- Revenge Lyrics – Brisco
- Shit On Me Lyrics – Brisco
"Street Medicine" (2012)
Blood Money Lyrics – Brisco (feat. DJ Khaled, Rick Ross, Ace Hood & Birdman)
[Brisco:]
Ha Yeah Triple c CMB poe boy Boss what it is nigga?
Birdman what up The Goons to be king How u love that pussy nigga? Yeah Blood Money
The definition
I'm Clutching on my slippin in
The Way I'm Feeling Right Now
A Bitch Could get the Business
Just know my niggas squeeze on side
Only problem is we doin this head knock
I told Ross
We gon show em how the Gutta do
All black skis
Black ones
And the Jumpsuit
Silde in the silder in and out night vision
Scopes on the AR
To hit em with precision
And did I mention this one here's for the thugs dummy
A little drugs bunny
We did it off of Blood Money
More pieces of crown Vic surround us
We runnin up on niggas
They jumpin off of counters
One time for my allies
I'm a poe boy that like my guns
Supersize
CMB what it is
I'm cookin up them kids
[Rick Ross:]
I'm countin Blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We talkin drug money
We talkin blood money
We talkin blood money
Straight Blood Money
We talkin drug money
It's drug money
It's drug money
Drug Money
[Ace Hood:]
Okay we getting from us servin weight
Get it cause we servin ye
See the way we get the cake
Like every days a boring gay
Blood Money
And I'm a count it till they come for me
The feds hate it
They mistakin me for Blanco Buddies
I'm puttin Blood, sweat and tears for this cash money
I'm talkin crooked unidentified bags of it
I'm talkin yellow table paper
Put the tags on it
You play with mine
Bet I turn you into crash dummies
Better not need heaters
I spit them shells like the beatles
I have my people go see you
I squash you out like a cheater nigga
I for that drug money
Underneath the rug money
My niggas love money
Yeah I'm talking Blood Money
[Rick Ross:]
I'm countin Blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We talkin drug money
We talkin blood money
We talkin blood money
Straight Blood Money
We talkin drug money
It's drug money
It's drug money
Drug Money
[Rick Ross:]
Hammers in the Hummers
Sticks in the lids
Sweets in the trunk
Streets gimmie sneers
Money comin fast
Blood comin slow
Who dem boys with the H
Feds wanna know
Gators on theif
Neighbors gon sleep
You dealin with a G
And the haters gon see Boss
I'm in the dealership
With a duffle bag
Couple Mazaradihs
Couple Hundred Stacks
Far from peaches and cream
Niggas deceased on the scene
I'm just countin my green
Chillin sippin' my li
Keep investigatin
Cause you got a job
Better keep your vest on
Bitch cause we got a mar
[Rick Ross:]
I'm countin Blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We talkin drug money
We talkin blood money
We talkin blood money
Straight Blood Money
We talkin drug money
It's drug money
It's drug money
Drug Money
[Birdman:]
Well I'm the mob chief
Givin orders
Callin all the shots out
Make a nigga understand
We Gangsters
We don't play out
Came from under the sand
Lift my own weight up
Bought a house off the curb
Was patient so it paid up
No pleasure and pain homie
Just the price for the flight
Don't get'cha head chopped
Fuckin with them five stripes
Eagle land it went south
Now we got the cake
Paper plate money
Every time I hitch a state
High on this pressure life
Famous from the mud
Got the game from some old heads
I took it up in Blood
Yeah the only price nigga
Is a price
A mill on some whips
A hundred on ya life
[Rick Ross:]
I'm countin Blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We talkin drug money
We talkin blood money
We talkin blood money
Straight Blood Money
We talkin drug money
It's drug money
It's drug money
Drug Money
[Birdman:]
Yeah the big Things 100 Big dog status CMB nigga Poe boy Yeah 100 yeah bitch Holla back
Ha Yeah Triple c CMB poe boy Boss what it is nigga?
Birdman what up The Goons to be king How u love that pussy nigga? Yeah Blood Money
The definition
I'm Clutching on my slippin in
The Way I'm Feeling Right Now
A Bitch Could get the Business
Just know my niggas squeeze on side
Only problem is we doin this head knock
I told Ross
We gon show em how the Gutta do
All black skis
Black ones
And the Jumpsuit
Silde in the silder in and out night vision
Scopes on the AR
To hit em with precision
And did I mention this one here's for the thugs dummy
A little drugs bunny
We did it off of Blood Money
More pieces of crown Vic surround us
We runnin up on niggas
They jumpin off of counters
One time for my allies
I'm a poe boy that like my guns
Supersize
CMB what it is
I'm cookin up them kids
[Rick Ross:]
I'm countin Blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We talkin drug money
We talkin blood money
We talkin blood money
Straight Blood Money
We talkin drug money
It's drug money
It's drug money
Drug Money
[Ace Hood:]
Okay we getting from us servin weight
Get it cause we servin ye
See the way we get the cake
Like every days a boring gay
Blood Money
And I'm a count it till they come for me
The feds hate it
They mistakin me for Blanco Buddies
I'm puttin Blood, sweat and tears for this cash money
I'm talkin crooked unidentified bags of it
I'm talkin yellow table paper
Put the tags on it
You play with mine
Bet I turn you into crash dummies
Better not need heaters
I spit them shells like the beatles
I have my people go see you
I squash you out like a cheater nigga
I for that drug money
Underneath the rug money
My niggas love money
Yeah I'm talking Blood Money
[Rick Ross:]
I'm countin Blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We talkin drug money
We talkin blood money
We talkin blood money
Straight Blood Money
We talkin drug money
It's drug money
It's drug money
Drug Money
[Rick Ross:]
Hammers in the Hummers
Sticks in the lids
Sweets in the trunk
Streets gimmie sneers
Money comin fast
Blood comin slow
Who dem boys with the H
Feds wanna know
Gators on theif
Neighbors gon sleep
You dealin with a G
And the haters gon see Boss
I'm in the dealership
With a duffle bag
Couple Mazaradihs
Couple Hundred Stacks
Far from peaches and cream
Niggas deceased on the scene
I'm just countin my green
Chillin sippin' my li
Keep investigatin
Cause you got a job
Better keep your vest on
Bitch cause we got a mar
[Rick Ross:]
I'm countin Blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We talkin drug money
We talkin blood money
We talkin blood money
Straight Blood Money
We talkin drug money
It's drug money
It's drug money
Drug Money
[Birdman:]
Well I'm the mob chief
Givin orders
Callin all the shots out
Make a nigga understand
We Gangsters
We don't play out
Came from under the sand
Lift my own weight up
Bought a house off the curb
Was patient so it paid up
No pleasure and pain homie
Just the price for the flight
Don't get'cha head chopped
Fuckin with them five stripes
Eagle land it went south
Now we got the cake
Paper plate money
Every time I hitch a state
High on this pressure life
Famous from the mud
Got the game from some old heads
I took it up in Blood
Yeah the only price nigga
Is a price
A mill on some whips
A hundred on ya life
[Rick Ross:]
I'm countin Blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We talkin drug money
We talkin blood money
We talkin blood money
Straight Blood Money
We talkin drug money
It's drug money
It's drug money
Drug Money
[Birdman:]
Yeah the big Things 100 Big dog status CMB nigga Poe boy Yeah 100 yeah bitch Holla back
Revenge Lyrics – Brisco
[News reporter talking:]
Inside getting a haircut was local rapper Brisco his real name is British Mitchell. Four men coming inside their guns drawn, they order everyone to the floor, all the customers, all the employees, down on the ground. These men strip them of their jewelry taking Brisco's car keys and eventually stealing his Range Rover which was parked outside. That vehicle was later recovered.
[Brisco:]
Ha, Scream at us,
Retaliation is a must,
Curses go out to your babies babies nigga,
[French Talking]
[Brisco:]
It was just me and her, we all alone at the palm [?]
Protect me Lord if I fall Jesus,
And pussy niggas evil,
See they plotted on my treasure,
Always been the clean guy but now it's like whatever,
I'm down to get dirty cause baby I'm a rider,
We put down the sticks and pulled out the sliders,
Pall bearers and flowered wreaths,
Just the season for putting niggas under white sheets,
Fuck a diamond, you can have the gold,
Don't want it back young nigga, rather have your soul,
Mercenery, the [?] truck waiting up at [?]
Don't kno where ya from, but it's straight up war here,
Yeah my Haitian friend told me cross the water,
They waitin for them crackers to deport them, to kill em,
I can't help that I'm the golden child,
Set me up to lay me down, I want revenge now,
Ha, hahaha,
Street medicine, we have more,
[News reporter talking:]
There is a man who appears to be a customer that was sitting in the corner just before this robbery took place, he was on his cell phone. Police want to question this man, their trying to locate him because just after everything was stolen from all these customers, the man is given a tap by one of the suspects and he runs out, out.
[Brisco:]
I can't lie they caught me slipping,
I should have been another hollywood ass nigga,
Instead I'm in the field down all ten [?]
I'm still getting this money, and fucking these hoes,
And these niggas don't like me, suck a nigga dick,
I bet when you by yourself, you be bumping my shit,
And your bitch ringtone be bitch on me,
Just know Brisco I'm strong on these streets,
And I got a little dough to puts hits on all ya'll,
So guess what I'm gonna do, put hits on all ya'll!
20, 000 for every nigga that's murdered,
I bet them fuck boys won't surface,
Brisco,
I love this shit nigga,
Retaliation is a must,
The art of war,
Guess what?
Them niggas was Haitian,
So I had to find another way to talk to them,
[French Rapping]
[Talking: Brisco]
These are words for those that robbed me,
21 gun salute nigga all out warfare,
An eye for an eye,
Curses go out to your babies babies,
I was built for this shit nigga,
You don't know,
Who I is.
Inside getting a haircut was local rapper Brisco his real name is British Mitchell. Four men coming inside their guns drawn, they order everyone to the floor, all the customers, all the employees, down on the ground. These men strip them of their jewelry taking Brisco's car keys and eventually stealing his Range Rover which was parked outside. That vehicle was later recovered.
[Brisco:]
Ha, Scream at us,
Retaliation is a must,
Curses go out to your babies babies nigga,
[French Talking]
[Brisco:]
It was just me and her, we all alone at the palm [?]
Protect me Lord if I fall Jesus,
And pussy niggas evil,
See they plotted on my treasure,
Always been the clean guy but now it's like whatever,
I'm down to get dirty cause baby I'm a rider,
We put down the sticks and pulled out the sliders,
Pall bearers and flowered wreaths,
Just the season for putting niggas under white sheets,
Fuck a diamond, you can have the gold,
Don't want it back young nigga, rather have your soul,
Mercenery, the [?] truck waiting up at [?]
Don't kno where ya from, but it's straight up war here,
Yeah my Haitian friend told me cross the water,
They waitin for them crackers to deport them, to kill em,
I can't help that I'm the golden child,
Set me up to lay me down, I want revenge now,
Ha, hahaha,
Street medicine, we have more,
[News reporter talking:]
There is a man who appears to be a customer that was sitting in the corner just before this robbery took place, he was on his cell phone. Police want to question this man, their trying to locate him because just after everything was stolen from all these customers, the man is given a tap by one of the suspects and he runs out, out.
[Brisco:]
I can't lie they caught me slipping,
I should have been another hollywood ass nigga,
Instead I'm in the field down all ten [?]
I'm still getting this money, and fucking these hoes,
And these niggas don't like me, suck a nigga dick,
I bet when you by yourself, you be bumping my shit,
And your bitch ringtone be bitch on me,
Just know Brisco I'm strong on these streets,
And I got a little dough to puts hits on all ya'll,
So guess what I'm gonna do, put hits on all ya'll!
20, 000 for every nigga that's murdered,
I bet them fuck boys won't surface,
Brisco,
I love this shit nigga,
Retaliation is a must,
The art of war,
Guess what?
Them niggas was Haitian,
So I had to find another way to talk to them,
[French Rapping]
[Talking: Brisco]
These are words for those that robbed me,
21 gun salute nigga all out warfare,
An eye for an eye,
Curses go out to your babies babies,
I was built for this shit nigga,
You don't know,
Who I is.
Shit On Me Lyrics – Brisco
Unh... Yeah
Ya'll know who it is (Do you know who I is...)
Brisco... uuunh...
I-I been kinda puzzled
I got a question... Yeah
[Chorus:]
I been such a good guy, Why they shit on me
Tell me, Lord, Why they shit on me
And I been down all my life, Why they shit on me
Tell me, ya'll, Why ya'll shit on me
And sometimes, sometimes I can't win for losing
And if the option was there, I couldn't win for choosing (Yeah...)
And it's the transition...
[Verse 1:]
Yeah... I been such a good guy, why they shit on me
Sell me one, then go in my key
Gimme dap and try to fuck my girl
You can have her, you can give her the world
But you will never be me
I said that you can never be me... ha
I got pressure you can tell I'm pissed
The price of pussy and gas prices be higher than a Biiitch... Yeah
And I'm higher than a Biiiitch
But I know that niggas switch
And I know that girls talk to other girls
Who talk to other girls and start some shit
See, ain't that a Bitch...
When you shove shit off a Bitch think you soft
And when you hit 'em with the hammer
Then yougo to the slammer
Then uh... this the transition
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Yeah... my co-D told on me and I can't see
My co-D tellin' on me, I couldn't believe
My co-D rode on me... ha
I saw the deposition, yeah, he wrote for me
He told 'em everything we did and everything we sold
I couldn't believe that he could be so cold
And it's the transition...
Yeah... we never really got along because I had more pearls
He could never be strong 'cause he was weak for them girls
He could never be wrong 'cause he was always right
And when it came to coppin' bottles he was always tight
He was always talkin' bout the drop offs and pick ups
And when them people came, they dropped off and picked up (Damn...)
This the other transition
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Ha... If you a hater get away-ay-aaaay
Cause I been down and I been real since the first day
Yeah, and listen dawg, I was always there
And you ain't have to think twice, boy, I'm always here
I make them niggas go away-ay-aaaay
And I been down and I been real since the first day... Yeah (Real talk, real talk, homeboy)
And it's the transition
I done been down and backstabbed and shot in the foot
You wouldn't believe all the shit I took
Could you believe all I ever really wanted
Was just to keep it real with' my homie
And when my dawg was down, I would pull 'em up
And when he would drift off, I would pull 'em in
Ha... yea... this the final transition... to win
[Chorus]
Ya'll know who it is (Do you know who I is...)
Brisco... uuunh...
I-I been kinda puzzled
I got a question... Yeah
[Chorus:]
I been such a good guy, Why they shit on me
Tell me, Lord, Why they shit on me
And I been down all my life, Why they shit on me
Tell me, ya'll, Why ya'll shit on me
And sometimes, sometimes I can't win for losing
And if the option was there, I couldn't win for choosing (Yeah...)
And it's the transition...
[Verse 1:]
Yeah... I been such a good guy, why they shit on me
Sell me one, then go in my key
Gimme dap and try to fuck my girl
You can have her, you can give her the world
But you will never be me
I said that you can never be me... ha
I got pressure you can tell I'm pissed
The price of pussy and gas prices be higher than a Biiitch... Yeah
And I'm higher than a Biiiitch
But I know that niggas switch
And I know that girls talk to other girls
Who talk to other girls and start some shit
See, ain't that a Bitch...
When you shove shit off a Bitch think you soft
And when you hit 'em with the hammer
Then yougo to the slammer
Then uh... this the transition
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Yeah... my co-D told on me and I can't see
My co-D tellin' on me, I couldn't believe
My co-D rode on me... ha
I saw the deposition, yeah, he wrote for me
He told 'em everything we did and everything we sold
I couldn't believe that he could be so cold
And it's the transition...
Yeah... we never really got along because I had more pearls
He could never be strong 'cause he was weak for them girls
He could never be wrong 'cause he was always right
And when it came to coppin' bottles he was always tight
He was always talkin' bout the drop offs and pick ups
And when them people came, they dropped off and picked up (Damn...)
This the other transition
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Ha... If you a hater get away-ay-aaaay
Cause I been down and I been real since the first day
Yeah, and listen dawg, I was always there
And you ain't have to think twice, boy, I'm always here
I make them niggas go away-ay-aaaay
And I been down and I been real since the first day... Yeah (Real talk, real talk, homeboy)
And it's the transition
I done been down and backstabbed and shot in the foot
You wouldn't believe all the shit I took
Could you believe all I ever really wanted
Was just to keep it real with' my homie
And when my dawg was down, I would pull 'em up
And when he would drift off, I would pull 'em in
Ha... yea... this the final transition... to win
[Chorus]
Bitch I'm Me Lyrics – Brisco
[Intro:]
You don't know who I issss
Brisco
Haa. hahaha
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me,
And you can tell them puss ass niggas ya'll can keep on hatin
Waitin for a down fall, ya'll can keep on waitin on me
Bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me,
An you can tell them fuck ass niggas ya'll can keep on hatin
Waitin for a down fall, ya'll can keep on waitin on me (yeaaah)
[Verse 1:]
Ya god damn right, see I can over shop a rule 2 every night
But every time u see me, I'm the same ol' G
Straight from the hood, everybody know me
So I suggest you stay far away from the gutta
Cause everbody blind, we don't see you motha fuckas
Jump out fresh, you hoes can't tell
Niggas police, you better watch who ya sell
N I BE posted on the god dern block
N I done seen robberies n niggas get shot
Bitch I'm me, P.O.E., young money soldier, C.M.B. (yeaaah)
Bitch I'm me, walkin with a choppa (BRISCO) I'm da goon of OPA-LOCKA
Bitch I'm me, it's all about me, bitch I'm me, what more ya wanna see
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me,
And you can tell them puss ass niggas ya'll can keep on hatin
Waitin for a down fall, ya'll can keep on waitin on me
Bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me,
An you can tell them fuck ass niggas ya'll can keep on hatin
Waitin for a down fall, ya'll can keep on waitin on me (haaa, YEAAAH)
[Verse 2:]
I'm back in ya chest, I sold three nines, now I got one left
Yes them birds, fly to the locks
Snatch one of mine, I'll put ya in da box
Yes in deed, I'm on them beans
I love grey goose n purple california weed
So tell them shones, meet me on the beach
I got a hard dick buffet, they feast
Boy I'm sick, I'm blowin any nerves
Say I gota bad? won't work
Where dat work, I'm?
Ma dogg got to jail to fast, he snitchin
Ya girl got money in her purse, she trickin
And they came back, to look what da wrist did
Dem cookies dem biscuts
They all phase high, I'll whip dem with biscuts
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me,
And you can tell them puss ass niggas ya'll can keep on hatin
Waitin for a down fall, ya'll can keep on waitin on me
Bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me,
An you can tell them fuck ass niggas ya'll can keep on hatin
Waitin for a down fall, ya'll can keep on waitin on me
[Verse 3:]
To hell with you, I'm winnin dat beef, what da fuck u gon do
See you could take it straight to da motha fuckin field
And if you don't know by now, shit real
Bitch I'm me, hot like grease, niggas act bad, get popped like pills
All chrome wheels, 28's no less, the donk don't see it on shoes it rest
Bitch I'm me, so all da hoes sweat
I'm cool like kief cause there's ice on my neck
Bris right now, one life on deck
We all want some, pussy nigga don't flinch
Bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, n I'm a tell ya ass dis how it's gon be
I'm somthin like an animal, I make dat rat-ta-tat hammer you
Cause I'm surrounded by them killas and vandals
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me,
And you can tell them puss ass niggas ya'll can keep on hatin
Waitin for a down fall, ya'll can keep on waitin on me
Bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me,
An you can tell them fuck ass niggas ya'll can keep on hatin
Waitin for a down fall, ya'll can keep on waitin on me
You don't know who I issss
Brisco
Haa. hahaha
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me,
And you can tell them puss ass niggas ya'll can keep on hatin
Waitin for a down fall, ya'll can keep on waitin on me
Bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me,
An you can tell them fuck ass niggas ya'll can keep on hatin
Waitin for a down fall, ya'll can keep on waitin on me (yeaaah)
[Verse 1:]
Ya god damn right, see I can over shop a rule 2 every night
But every time u see me, I'm the same ol' G
Straight from the hood, everybody know me
So I suggest you stay far away from the gutta
Cause everbody blind, we don't see you motha fuckas
Jump out fresh, you hoes can't tell
Niggas police, you better watch who ya sell
N I BE posted on the god dern block
N I done seen robberies n niggas get shot
Bitch I'm me, P.O.E., young money soldier, C.M.B. (yeaaah)
Bitch I'm me, walkin with a choppa (BRISCO) I'm da goon of OPA-LOCKA
Bitch I'm me, it's all about me, bitch I'm me, what more ya wanna see
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me,
And you can tell them puss ass niggas ya'll can keep on hatin
Waitin for a down fall, ya'll can keep on waitin on me
Bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me,
An you can tell them fuck ass niggas ya'll can keep on hatin
Waitin for a down fall, ya'll can keep on waitin on me (haaa, YEAAAH)
[Verse 2:]
I'm back in ya chest, I sold three nines, now I got one left
Yes them birds, fly to the locks
Snatch one of mine, I'll put ya in da box
Yes in deed, I'm on them beans
I love grey goose n purple california weed
So tell them shones, meet me on the beach
I got a hard dick buffet, they feast
Boy I'm sick, I'm blowin any nerves
Say I gota bad? won't work
Where dat work, I'm?
Ma dogg got to jail to fast, he snitchin
Ya girl got money in her purse, she trickin
And they came back, to look what da wrist did
Dem cookies dem biscuts
They all phase high, I'll whip dem with biscuts
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me,
And you can tell them puss ass niggas ya'll can keep on hatin
Waitin for a down fall, ya'll can keep on waitin on me
Bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me,
An you can tell them fuck ass niggas ya'll can keep on hatin
Waitin for a down fall, ya'll can keep on waitin on me
[Verse 3:]
To hell with you, I'm winnin dat beef, what da fuck u gon do
See you could take it straight to da motha fuckin field
And if you don't know by now, shit real
Bitch I'm me, hot like grease, niggas act bad, get popped like pills
All chrome wheels, 28's no less, the donk don't see it on shoes it rest
Bitch I'm me, so all da hoes sweat
I'm cool like kief cause there's ice on my neck
Bris right now, one life on deck
We all want some, pussy nigga don't flinch
Bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, n I'm a tell ya ass dis how it's gon be
I'm somthin like an animal, I make dat rat-ta-tat hammer you
Cause I'm surrounded by them killas and vandals
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me,
And you can tell them puss ass niggas ya'll can keep on hatin
Waitin for a down fall, ya'll can keep on waitin on me
Bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me, bitch I'm me,
An you can tell them fuck ass niggas ya'll can keep on hatin
Waitin for a down fall, ya'll can keep on waitin on me
In The Hood Lyrics – Brisco (feat. Lil Wayne)
[Courus: x2]
I'm in the hood, I'm in the, I'm in the hood.
I'm in the hood, I'm in the, I'm in the hood.
I'm in the hood, I'm in the, I'm in the hood.
Just sayin' if u look'n 4 me... I'm in the hood.
[Verse 1: Brisco]
I be posted on the corner, twisting that good
I got that all black dickie on, I'm keepin it hood.
What it is, I'm the Opalocka goon.
Got work in the trap, and the Chevy droppin soon.
See Cash Money rubberbands e'm, bands e'm
Since I got the deal, girls say'n he so handsome.
I'm a Dade County, Yorker Boy
I earn stripes, I got soldiers that'll flop you 4 it.
Now I'm bouncin with a hood rat
She think I love her, but I use her 4 her food stamps.
Mr. Ghetto, It's whateva, you group it, I'm shootin
And don't worry about them smokers, we keepin it movin.
And we keepin it movin.
I know Cubans that knows zo's.
If I ask for it, they send it by the boat load.
Weezy Wee, I think it's a wrap
And If you need me, you know where to find me at.
I'm in the hood.
[Courus x2]
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uptown New Orleans, like always
Cash Money boy, shine like ball heads.
Big Bezel make my watch look like a hog head
And all I do is smoke trees, call me log head.
I'm butter on the bread like Parkay
And I am all about me like Doe Ray.
I'm in the hood, I'm the hood like Dope, Yay
Nappy ass hair like Buckwheat, Otay.
Hollygrove, Ether St. be my damn hood
Where you can get murdered for free like can goods.
I got 12 bar rooms under the lamb hood
I can bring Kentucky Derby to the damn hood.
Sunshine diamonds help me tan good
And I'll let it blow like a band wood.
I call Briscoe, I'm on South Beach
30 mins. later, Opalocka is where I'll be.
[Courus x2]
[Verse 3: Brisco]
Like Kroger cups, watered juice, pickled eggs, and pig feet
If you got beef, you know just where to find me.
I'm in the hood, or better yet, the projects
Where baby mama's trippin and them goons livin heartless.
3 rules, Get money, don't tell
And if that Welfare check come late, raise hell.
I'm a po boy, I ain't got shit
And I hope they don't tell Baby, I'm a hit me a lick.
[Lil Wayne:]
Man, I'm so Hollygrove
Stand strong in that water like a Commodor.
Black holes in yo' white tee, Dominoes
Me and Briscoe, Cash Money carnivores.
I am New Orleans like carnival
And in the hood, call me Weezy the honorable.
These other rappers so ironicle
And if I ain't in the mansion then I'm up in the Phantom or...
[Courus x4]
I'm in the hood, I'm in the, I'm in the hood.
I'm in the hood, I'm in the, I'm in the hood.
I'm in the hood, I'm in the, I'm in the hood.
Just sayin' if u look'n 4 me... I'm in the hood.
[Verse 1: Brisco]
I be posted on the corner, twisting that good
I got that all black dickie on, I'm keepin it hood.
What it is, I'm the Opalocka goon.
Got work in the trap, and the Chevy droppin soon.
See Cash Money rubberbands e'm, bands e'm
Since I got the deal, girls say'n he so handsome.
I'm a Dade County, Yorker Boy
I earn stripes, I got soldiers that'll flop you 4 it.
Now I'm bouncin with a hood rat
She think I love her, but I use her 4 her food stamps.
Mr. Ghetto, It's whateva, you group it, I'm shootin
And don't worry about them smokers, we keepin it movin.
And we keepin it movin.
I know Cubans that knows zo's.
If I ask for it, they send it by the boat load.
Weezy Wee, I think it's a wrap
And If you need me, you know where to find me at.
I'm in the hood.
[Courus x2]
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uptown New Orleans, like always
Cash Money boy, shine like ball heads.
Big Bezel make my watch look like a hog head
And all I do is smoke trees, call me log head.
I'm butter on the bread like Parkay
And I am all about me like Doe Ray.
I'm in the hood, I'm the hood like Dope, Yay
Nappy ass hair like Buckwheat, Otay.
Hollygrove, Ether St. be my damn hood
Where you can get murdered for free like can goods.
I got 12 bar rooms under the lamb hood
I can bring Kentucky Derby to the damn hood.
Sunshine diamonds help me tan good
And I'll let it blow like a band wood.
I call Briscoe, I'm on South Beach
30 mins. later, Opalocka is where I'll be.
[Courus x2]
[Verse 3: Brisco]
Like Kroger cups, watered juice, pickled eggs, and pig feet
If you got beef, you know just where to find me.
I'm in the hood, or better yet, the projects
Where baby mama's trippin and them goons livin heartless.
3 rules, Get money, don't tell
And if that Welfare check come late, raise hell.
I'm a po boy, I ain't got shit
And I hope they don't tell Baby, I'm a hit me a lick.
[Lil Wayne:]
Man, I'm so Hollygrove
Stand strong in that water like a Commodor.
Black holes in yo' white tee, Dominoes
Me and Briscoe, Cash Money carnivores.
I am New Orleans like carnival
And in the hood, call me Weezy the honorable.
These other rappers so ironicle
And if I ain't in the mansion then I'm up in the Phantom or...
[Courus x4]
Just Know Dat Lyrics – Brisco (feat. Lil Wayne & Flo-Rida)
Just know that
Just know that
Just know that
Just know that
Baby just know that
Just know that
Just know that
Just know that
[Chorus: x2]
I've been grindin all my life and waitin for the shine if u ain't about that money then u wastin up my time and
I'm fittin to take off!
Yeahhhhhh!
Baaa back on the bloc
Lookin for the bris yea I'm back in the loc jus know dat in a peanut butter dunk when I pull up yeah I bring that funk jus know dat jus know dat bitch threw 2 to me I threw 4 back baby jus know dat jus know dat I'm a real nigga don't know why I hold back yes I'm fresh fly to the T my ice don't shine baby girl it ski yes I'm me weed in the grass call him roid he a pain in the ass don't even ask jus know dat these other niggas slow I'm go fast let's go fast do u wanna roll in rover with a pocket full of doe with a hood rat roll with em
[Chorus x2]
Yeah I'm a dread head baby pop be weezy come through blazin leave u steamin shitin on ladies shitin on kids pull up on the block and jus be shittin at him old car new rims bad bitch lookin like who dat is? bitch that's me jus know dat and I like my flag red and my? throw back I live on the beach and your bitch know dat on the way to opa loca bringin brisco back but flo rida called on my t mo black... berry and I told em where we at bout to hit in fact and diamonds in fact flo rida hard as a 6 ack no homo shit cause matter of fact I ain't got 6 I got 4 but she said she can work with dat bratttttt!
[Chorus x2]
Jus know dat jus know this I'm grindin I'm focused I'm stuntin I'm shinin my buisness they mindin jus know dat jus know dat dey rookies I'm throwback got money on my mind let's get it jus know dat if u pay I'm with it
Jus know dat jus know dat jus know dat jus know dat yea I'm a bald head baby call him kojak and buckwheat weezy boy believe dat
[x2]
[Chorus x2]
Just know that
Just know that
Just know that
Baby just know that
Just know that
Just know that
Just know that
[Chorus: x2]
I've been grindin all my life and waitin for the shine if u ain't about that money then u wastin up my time and
I'm fittin to take off!
Yeahhhhhh!
Baaa back on the bloc
Lookin for the bris yea I'm back in the loc jus know dat in a peanut butter dunk when I pull up yeah I bring that funk jus know dat jus know dat bitch threw 2 to me I threw 4 back baby jus know dat jus know dat I'm a real nigga don't know why I hold back yes I'm fresh fly to the T my ice don't shine baby girl it ski yes I'm me weed in the grass call him roid he a pain in the ass don't even ask jus know dat these other niggas slow I'm go fast let's go fast do u wanna roll in rover with a pocket full of doe with a hood rat roll with em
[Chorus x2]
Yeah I'm a dread head baby pop be weezy come through blazin leave u steamin shitin on ladies shitin on kids pull up on the block and jus be shittin at him old car new rims bad bitch lookin like who dat is? bitch that's me jus know dat and I like my flag red and my? throw back I live on the beach and your bitch know dat on the way to opa loca bringin brisco back but flo rida called on my t mo black... berry and I told em where we at bout to hit in fact and diamonds in fact flo rida hard as a 6 ack no homo shit cause matter of fact I ain't got 6 I got 4 but she said she can work with dat bratttttt!
[Chorus x2]
Jus know dat jus know this I'm grindin I'm focused I'm stuntin I'm shinin my buisness they mindin jus know dat jus know dat dey rookies I'm throwback got money on my mind let's get it jus know dat if u pay I'm with it
Jus know dat jus know dat jus know dat jus know dat yea I'm a bald head baby call him kojak and buckwheat weezy boy believe dat
[x2]
[Chorus x2]
On The Wall Lyrics – Brisco (feat. Lil Wayne)
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
She wanna get it so she do me all up on the wall
She wanna get it so she do me all up on the wall
I wanna get it so I do her all up the wall
I wanna get it so I do her all up the wall
[repeated]
[Verse 1: Brisco]
Yeah I be that nigga brisco
When I come through they know I'm known to ball
She sippin' Nuvo while I'm puffing got them on the wall
Got the spliff [?]
Hands on the handle bars
Hop in with the top back now I'm in the lane, bowling ball
Ha, I might be going about one hundred miles
Sippin' on that Henny in the 'ghini I be going hard
She like don't leave me papa
I'm not a G but I'm here you ever need me need me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Brisco]
I do her all up on the wall
Shawty done forgot her draws
Check the bathroom and bye bye I'm a beat her in the stall
Everybody on the wall
And we on that alcohol
Sh-t can happen, clap clappin' round of applause
Ha, I might be going about one hundred miles
Sippin' on that Henny in the 'ghini I be going hard
She like don't leave me papa
I'm not a G but I'm here you ever need me need me
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Brisco]
I'm under her arrest my hands completely cuffed
She always in control,
I know she like it rough
Never let her fuss [?]
Never try to call her phone
Just hit her with a text to let her know it's on
Throw her all up on the wall
Now I'm up on her fanny
She probably South Beach
Fountain blue Miami
I know she want get it
And I'm so quick to get it
I always pull her hair
And ask her how it feel
Uhh, Brisco
[Chorus]
She wanna get it so she do me all up on the wall
She wanna get it so she do me all up on the wall
I wanna get it so I do her all up the wall
I wanna get it so I do her all up the wall
[repeated]
[Verse 1: Brisco]
Yeah I be that nigga brisco
When I come through they know I'm known to ball
She sippin' Nuvo while I'm puffing got them on the wall
Got the spliff [?]
Hands on the handle bars
Hop in with the top back now I'm in the lane, bowling ball
Ha, I might be going about one hundred miles
Sippin' on that Henny in the 'ghini I be going hard
She like don't leave me papa
I'm not a G but I'm here you ever need me need me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Brisco]
I do her all up on the wall
Shawty done forgot her draws
Check the bathroom and bye bye I'm a beat her in the stall
Everybody on the wall
And we on that alcohol
Sh-t can happen, clap clappin' round of applause
Ha, I might be going about one hundred miles
Sippin' on that Henny in the 'ghini I be going hard
She like don't leave me papa
I'm not a G but I'm here you ever need me need me
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Brisco]
I'm under her arrest my hands completely cuffed
She always in control,
I know she like it rough
Never let her fuss [?]
Never try to call her phone
Just hit her with a text to let her know it's on
Throw her all up on the wall
Now I'm up on her fanny
She probably South Beach
Fountain blue Miami
I know she want get it
And I'm so quick to get it
I always pull her hair
And ask her how it feel
Uhh, Brisco
[Chorus]
Opa Locka Goon Lyrics – Brisco
{1, 2, 3}
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5 [2x]
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
Opa-Locka goons. I'm hanging out in Chevy Cool.
Real fun to walk through, but we don't hang around the groups.
Smoking in the hood.
I got that work out in Bunche Park. Respected everywhere.
Smoking on that asshole. Rip rily. Cash flow.
Niggas know that Brisco be stunting all you assholes.
On 22nd Avenue. Bring some action from the bag.
Always packed my tools in case some gun fight go down and I ain't gonna lose.
From Shakers to Homestyle.
From Hometyle to Bitch City.
Two minutes from Cash City.
Super yellow bitches take you back to the block with me.
I'm a block nigga so you know the block niggas feel me.
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
State Route 9 back just past the Golden Glades. Make a right on 21.
Grab the bitch on fire. Stuff it in my Tiki Sock.
Cocaine, marijuana. I can't hate. Nigga smoke how ya wanna.
Ya better ride... Why? you in the Opa-Locka chop zone.
Time to get a choppin on, just came in the block alone.
This Arabian nights. Call me when the cops gone....
And drug dealers. Ex-con extortionists, low-life thugs, yeah.
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
The city of the crooked mayors, flunkin all the taxpayers.
Sex, murder, and drugs, that's just the Opa-Locka way.
Be careful who you visit just in case you catch a stray.
This is where I come from... food stamp... excecute... young nigga throwin shit.
... Just remember what the hook said.
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5 [2x]
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
Opa-Locka goons. I'm hanging out in Chevy Cool.
Real fun to walk through, but we don't hang around the groups.
Smoking in the hood.
I got that work out in Bunche Park. Respected everywhere.
Smoking on that asshole. Rip rily. Cash flow.
Niggas know that Brisco be stunting all you assholes.
On 22nd Avenue. Bring some action from the bag.
Always packed my tools in case some gun fight go down and I ain't gonna lose.
From Shakers to Homestyle.
From Hometyle to Bitch City.
Two minutes from Cash City.
Super yellow bitches take you back to the block with me.
I'm a block nigga so you know the block niggas feel me.
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
State Route 9 back just past the Golden Glades. Make a right on 21.
Grab the bitch on fire. Stuff it in my Tiki Sock.
Cocaine, marijuana. I can't hate. Nigga smoke how ya wanna.
Ya better ride... Why? you in the Opa-Locka chop zone.
Time to get a choppin on, just came in the block alone.
This Arabian nights. Call me when the cops gone....
And drug dealers. Ex-con extortionists, low-life thugs, yeah.
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
The city of the crooked mayors, flunkin all the taxpayers.
Sex, murder, and drugs, that's just the Opa-Locka way.
Be careful who you visit just in case you catch a stray.
This is where I come from... food stamp... excecute... young nigga throwin shit.
... Just remember what the hook said.
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
Slidin' Lyrics – Brisco
[Intro: Brisco]
Let's do it
Mr. Beatz, what it iiiiz
Brisco
Yeah (come on)
[Verse 1: Brisco]
Scared money just don't make none
Snatch me a bitch outta "Take One"
First quarter, lil mama suckin me
Bag of weed after I bust a skeet
Tell your boyfriend I don't talk or rap
I wake up, get dressed, and go check the trap (yeah)
We good, we straight, get money, don't hate
My Chevy so hard, my paint so bright
My motor big and my rims fit just right
I'm Slidiiiinnn (I'm slidin), you vibiiiiin (you vibin)
Guess not...
Pussy nigga get from round my car
Pussy nigga you don't buy out no bar
Pussy nigga you ain't no star
[Hook: Brisco + Singer]
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin)
You slidiiiin (you slidin)
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin)
You slidiiiin (you slidin) (Yeah Yeah)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key) (yeah, Brisco)
Yup, nigga I'm slidiiiin
[Verse 2: Brisco]
It ain't our song, I could pimp a bitch
And after I fuck, my dawg'll hit
I'm slidin, he slidin, I'm vibin, so he vibin
And when he watch out, I'll serve the sack
And whenever I drive, he'll hold the map (yeah)
Me and dat nigga been down since git's
And about my dawg, I don't play dat shit
I lost my dawg [?]
Fred, I miss you kid
Keenan, I live through you
And I rep, the lord knows I do
I had to make the motha fuckas feel me
And all I did was keep it real B
And a bitch don't care
And I don't blame 'em
And I don't see 'em, I'm protected by angels.
[Hook: Brisco + Singer]
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin)
You slidiiiin (you slidin)
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin)
You slidiiiin (you slidin) (Yeah Yeah)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key) (yeah)
Yup, nigga I'm slidiiiin
[Verse 3: Brisco]
Crown Vic won't start so I rented me a Charger
Ridin low key so the crackas don't spot us and stop us
And we slidin on these bitch niggas
The word out, chopper in the trunk'll go get 'em
Under water code C.O.D.
I put them headers on my SRT
Stash box holds a port top key
And a lil bit of weed
I'm slidiiin on a badd bitch
Low key, nothin extravagant
Maybe, a lil average
Just incase I gotta grab a bitch (ha)
I'm a good guy, but I switched
And I clicked
And they be like, "Oh shit! That's Bris'!"
And that's it
Yeah nigga...
[Hook x2: Brisco + Singer]
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin) (haha)
You slidiiiin (you slidin) (yeah)
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin) (brisco)
You slidiiiin (you slidin) (Yeah Yeah)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key) (low low)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key) (yeah)
Yup, nigga I'm slidiiiin
[x2]
Let's do it
Mr. Beatz, what it iiiiz
Brisco
Yeah (come on)
[Verse 1: Brisco]
Scared money just don't make none
Snatch me a bitch outta "Take One"
First quarter, lil mama suckin me
Bag of weed after I bust a skeet
Tell your boyfriend I don't talk or rap
I wake up, get dressed, and go check the trap (yeah)
We good, we straight, get money, don't hate
My Chevy so hard, my paint so bright
My motor big and my rims fit just right
I'm Slidiiiinnn (I'm slidin), you vibiiiiin (you vibin)
Guess not...
Pussy nigga get from round my car
Pussy nigga you don't buy out no bar
Pussy nigga you ain't no star
[Hook: Brisco + Singer]
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin)
You slidiiiin (you slidin)
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin)
You slidiiiin (you slidin) (Yeah Yeah)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key) (yeah, Brisco)
Yup, nigga I'm slidiiiin
[Verse 2: Brisco]
It ain't our song, I could pimp a bitch
And after I fuck, my dawg'll hit
I'm slidin, he slidin, I'm vibin, so he vibin
And when he watch out, I'll serve the sack
And whenever I drive, he'll hold the map (yeah)
Me and dat nigga been down since git's
And about my dawg, I don't play dat shit
I lost my dawg [?]
Fred, I miss you kid
Keenan, I live through you
And I rep, the lord knows I do
I had to make the motha fuckas feel me
And all I did was keep it real B
And a bitch don't care
And I don't blame 'em
And I don't see 'em, I'm protected by angels.
[Hook: Brisco + Singer]
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin)
You slidiiiin (you slidin)
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin)
You slidiiiin (you slidin) (Yeah Yeah)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key) (yeah)
Yup, nigga I'm slidiiiin
[Verse 3: Brisco]
Crown Vic won't start so I rented me a Charger
Ridin low key so the crackas don't spot us and stop us
And we slidin on these bitch niggas
The word out, chopper in the trunk'll go get 'em
Under water code C.O.D.
I put them headers on my SRT
Stash box holds a port top key
And a lil bit of weed
I'm slidiiin on a badd bitch
Low key, nothin extravagant
Maybe, a lil average
Just incase I gotta grab a bitch (ha)
I'm a good guy, but I switched
And I clicked
And they be like, "Oh shit! That's Bris'!"
And that's it
Yeah nigga...
[Hook x2: Brisco + Singer]
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin) (haha)
You slidiiiin (you slidin) (yeah)
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin) (brisco)
You slidiiiin (you slidin) (Yeah Yeah)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key) (low low)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key) (yeah)
Yup, nigga I'm slidiiiin
[x2]
You lyrics - brisco (feat. Lloyd)
[Lloyd:]
Ohhhh... oohh it's the same feeling I always seem to get about you (oh) about you... ya
[Verse 1: Brisco]
I know my friends say I might be crazy, I'm seein her a little more than lately
We're speedin back in the coop from AZ plus all her friends really wanted to date me and I may be crazy for this lady cause I really want her to crave me and that's so shady but you know the girl is hot that think like? she plays for the ring like KG but every B aroudn the world wants a Jay-z resue me in the este martin she said she loves me I beg her pardon batman and robin jane and tarzan look how this doors revolvin' I swoop down in her secret garden I finish things that she be startin'
[Lloyd:]
All he do is make you cry, but all I wanna do is love you all night won't you come over (come over) it's the same feelin I always seem to get about you you you you about you you I always seem to get about you you you you about you you (oh ya) you you
[Verse 2: Brisco]
I did it once and she came right back the way I touch her she might like that I pick up where he might lack and the feelins' she can't fight that and damn right I like that cause look where his wife at on 5th watchin her swipe that on shoppin sprees while he's out chasin jeans ridin around fulfillin his needs but now she's all alone with me what's sressin him is stressin me [?] he wants her back but I swolled the key but the deed is true so it sets her free but I like the stylish clothes you wear that louie bag is so rare it's just the little things you do that make me wanna get with you
[Lloyd:]
All he do is make you cry, but all I wanna do is love you all night won't you come over (come over) it's the same feelin I always seem to get about you you you you about you you I always seem to get about you you you you about you you (oh ya) you you
What you want and what you need pick up the phone and hit me up girl come over I'm waitin for you I'll love you down and that's what's up I got what you want and what you need pick up the phone and hit me up girl come over I'm waitin for ya (ya ya)
Ohhhh... oohh it's the same feeling I always seem to get about you (oh) about you... ya
[Verse 1: Brisco]
I know my friends say I might be crazy, I'm seein her a little more than lately
We're speedin back in the coop from AZ plus all her friends really wanted to date me and I may be crazy for this lady cause I really want her to crave me and that's so shady but you know the girl is hot that think like? she plays for the ring like KG but every B aroudn the world wants a Jay-z resue me in the este martin she said she loves me I beg her pardon batman and robin jane and tarzan look how this doors revolvin' I swoop down in her secret garden I finish things that she be startin'
[Lloyd:]
All he do is make you cry, but all I wanna do is love you all night won't you come over (come over) it's the same feelin I always seem to get about you you you you about you you I always seem to get about you you you you about you you (oh ya) you you
[Verse 2: Brisco]
I did it once and she came right back the way I touch her she might like that I pick up where he might lack and the feelins' she can't fight that and damn right I like that cause look where his wife at on 5th watchin her swipe that on shoppin sprees while he's out chasin jeans ridin around fulfillin his needs but now she's all alone with me what's sressin him is stressin me [?] he wants her back but I swolled the key but the deed is true so it sets her free but I like the stylish clothes you wear that louie bag is so rare it's just the little things you do that make me wanna get with you
[Lloyd:]
All he do is make you cry, but all I wanna do is love you all night won't you come over (come over) it's the same feelin I always seem to get about you you you you about you you I always seem to get about you you you you about you you (oh ya) you you
What you want and what you need pick up the phone and hit me up girl come over I'm waitin for you I'll love you down and that's what's up I got what you want and what you need pick up the phone and hit me up girl come over I'm waitin for ya (ya ya)
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