Lyrics for Play My Cards by Kurupt:
(To) (to) (to)(To the tic)
(To the tic-tic) –> Slick Rick
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Kurupt Young Gotti
Hell yeah
Raw Dawg
You know
You know me
Raw Dawg Assassin
Comin atcha, baby
Cat, kick it in
Kick it in
[ VERSE 1 ]
Pull up…
Soon as I park shit sparks
Spit fire, gangbang affiliation, retalitation
Spit sparks till shit’s dark forever
What’s up, homie
Why you walkin up on me?
Postin up in the shade
We can draw or get paid
You ain’t movin not a thing, homeboy
Click em with automatics and automatic toys
Bounce, rock, rollerskatin
Dippin down the streets on platinum Daytons
(Yo, what up?)
I’m just a gee
Oh yeah, that’s me
Don’t forget it
Act like you knew it ‘fore I set it
I put the needle on top of the wax
Before I turn around
And burn everything to the ground
I seen it comin
A fool over to the right gunnin
The homies whistled
We all draw pistols
[ CHORUS ]
Gotta stay in charge
Gotta play my cards
On the grind all day, babe
Oh, gots to get paid
[ VERSE 2 ]
You got a stash to hid, you got some hash to hit?
Cash to get, glocks to pop and shit
(What you talkin bout?) Everybody’s got questions and shit
(Hey yo, what’s up with…?) Muthafuckas questionin shit
(Shut the fuck up, homie) Worryin bout me and my wife
(My wife) All I wanna do is live my life
(That’s all) Raise up off me, homie
(Yeah) Ease back softly, homie
(Check it out) I’m a gee from the D.P.G.
And no matter what you say, you can’t fuck with me
Hey loco, I see you wanna loc out
Coastin, movin in locomotion
In the cut dippin, the homeboys trippin
Spittin, waitin for a shot to get called
The homie spit a plot to us
Then passed the 16-shots to us
Uh-u-uh
Uh-u-uh
Uh-u-uh
[ VERSE 3 ]
I got scams for hundreds of gramms
Me and my man, me and my pistol, a plan
For about a
Whole ki load of some powder
Stashin, dippin, dashin, smashin, tryin to cash in
>From the front to the back, and packin
Pull the strap and start clappin
I’m about to move a little somethin
A little sumptin-sumpin
For the homie, pack the pump and get to dumpin
Hit the liquor store, I wanna get paid
A fifth of Hen, then back to the shade
What you got, smoke, loc, let’s blaze up
Let me get a toke, loc, and let’s raise up
Punks stop and get popped when funk pop
I’m worldwide while you thinkin: either he is or he’s not
International like [???]
You can feel me
In the real way
[ CHORUS ]
Bitches, get your ride on, on
Kurupt Young Gotti
Raw Dawg
Just get your ride on
Just get your ride on, homie
My nigga Battlecat
Ha-ha
Just get your ride on, homie
(To the tic-tic
And you don’t quit
Hit it)
This is for the riders
Riders
The riders
Hustlers
Hustlers
The hustlers
This is the one, baby!
(Tic-toc)
(Ya) (ya) (ya don’t)
(Ya) (ya) (ya) (ya don’t stop) (stop) (stop)
Bitch
Lyrics for 1-2-3 by Memphis Bleek:
[repeat 3X]To stick a nigga with — ryde or die
It’s just as easy as — one two three
Geah, to stick a nigga with — ryde or die
[Memphis Bleek]
Aiyyo, aiyyo..
I puts it down for my niggaz with them glocks and things
That make a nigga stop, drop his watch and chain
I’m here now and I quote, get ya pad and take notes
This as easy as it get, better than baggin up dope
Rule one you need a gun, and a box of shells
Ski-mask recommended unless you ready for jail
Keep a knife, in case he get hero and grab the gun
And while you tusslin, use the knife to puncture a lung
Rule two, and every killer knows this one
You throw the drop on a thug better check him for his gun
Cause we all hold heat, we all don’t sleep
We all know rule three, you play, play to keep
Rule four – a team ain’t neccesary but it helps
You probably could stick a bank.. spot, or sum’in else
I’d rather do it myself, and stack my cash
Don’t need nuttin or no one else cause this game don’t last
Nigga.. — one two three
To stick a nigga with — ryde or die
[repeat 3X]
It’s just as easy as — one two three
To stick a nigga with — ryde or die
[Memphis Bleek]
Geah, aiyyo
Aiyyo this one’s for my niggaz who will rob anybody
You know how the game go, long black shotty
I catch you in your Range Ro’, you and your hottie
I’m hungry you ain’t know? I stuck who supplied me
The fifth rule, a bitch could get it too
These streets watch me, so I gotta get at you
I watch y’all, in y’all P-rada and Gucci
You see bleek, camoflauged with a uzi
I take a nice rock that your man might have copped
Or your light pink face Rol’, bitch you ain’t know?
The sixth rule, what we do, we don’t regret it
I don’t make a shorty wifey and, fuck up her credit
Then rule seven come to play, food stamps come today
You ain’t shoppin, I got shit on lay-away
Peep my game and feel my pain
A lot of niggaz gettin wet when Bleek start to rain
Motherfucker.. — one two three
To stick a nigga with — ryde or die
[repeat 3X]
It’s just as easy as — one two three
To stick a nigga with — ryde or die
[Memphis Bleek]
Aiyyo..
Whoever be out shinin then this one’s for you
All that flossin, better take caution top
Cause once you slip, rule eight, facin the fifth
Takin your cake, takin your jewels, takin your bricks
And your wallet with your Amex cards and baby pictures
Ya ID, leave you stuck like, “”Why me?”"
And rule nine, we don’t touch no kids
We after your guardian shit, so pardon the kid
I get grimy, nigga I take ya weed and your blunt
The keys to your V, your rings and your fronts
Now who want what? Tenth rule you still stuck
The game ain’t changed, just I don’t give a fuck nigga
– one two three
– ryde or die
– one two three
[M] Yeah, niggaz know
– ryde or die
[M] How the motherfuckin streets go
– one two three
[M] Coming of Age Records nigga
– ryde or die
[M] The Understanding, hit’n'run for y’all bastards
– one two three
[M] We gettin anybody and everybody who look pretty shinin
– ryde or die
[M] thinkin it’s sweet
– one two three
[M] Like these streets ain’t gon’ getcha
– ryde or die
[M] I take everything MOTHERFUCKER
– one two three
[M] Yeah
– ryde or die
– one two three
– ryde or die
– one two three
– ryde or die
Lyrics for White Girl by Juvenile:
ft. Baby, Lil Wayne[Lil Wayne]
Listen…I’ma hundred percent hussla from my face to my feet
My lifetime cases the street, my dime places the street
Until I wake and see another fuckin day is relief
I pray that he keep, I’m scrappin my knees from chasing this cheese
I had point guard dreams of playin for some team
Hit the block and made NBA money in one week
See I hussle in the hood and plus I fly birdies
And play the tracks out every month so I can ride dirty
needed someone to manage my money I hired Shelly
But Shelly started talkin to much so she died early
They got me loadin up my Benz with my eyes blurry
I sent the message to the fucker at bout five thirty
Now if the bitch aint got my dice for me then I’m sorry
But i’ma leave everyone who outside bloody
And then I go in the stash get the coke and the cash
I’m lettin niggas score it for half, I’m hopein it last
But still nigga don’t, I might have to just go in the lap
And if its slow in the ass back to the rope and the mask
[Chorus (Lil Wayne)]
Man we got that white girl,
and wigga talk bout uh price to make it right for you
And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed
And if you like that nasty broad then we got low ki’s..
Dog who got um? We got that white girl
and wigga talk about uh price to make it right for you
And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed
And if you like that nasty broad we got them low ki’s..
Man who got um? We got that white girl
and wigga talk about uh price to make it right for you
And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed
And if you like that nasty broad we got them low ki’s..
Playa who got um?
[Juvenile]
I hate when a nigga flex up and he’s makin it sound
As though he been doin that border, but that nigga would drown
My block been infiltrated by uh whole lot of fake ass niggas
Scared ass niggaz, wont even bust uh grape ass niggaz
I’m talkin to you! so take it how you want ho
I’ve been here for uh minute, so I looked up and you dont move
Ya partnuhs been fuckin wit ya cause they know how you is
Niggas be smackin ya and humpin you and snatchin yo shit
Matter fact get the fuck out my face, befo’ I put you in ya place
I’m one secound from bustin the drapes
Well you can get ya money and all but not ch’ere
Lil daddy I been runnin this section for 5 years, first of all I dont like ya
I dont know ya, run and get ya gun if you want I’m gon show ya
You one of them niggaz try earning your stripe
Lil daddy I’m one of them niggaz that’ll hit ya at night
[Chorus]
[Baby]
That liquor like dope nigga I gots to have it,
Cook flip the brick with some heavy traffic
Guns gon bust if these niggas be lackin
Cadallac, gold spokes, brick head, and baskets
Overflow this bitch white work gone faster
Tradegy of uh murder case twisted and laughin
In the bentley drop top and Pac is blastin
Hit the hood jumpin the cop, we start the stashin
Bunch of white t-shirts phone calls harrasment
Bought a pot on that shit make it hot and ejectin
He standin on my two feet he purrin “I aint blastin”
Coming up from child hood days about my cashing
Hundred g’s on the trunk of the Escalade Cadi
I never did listen , I never mind my daddy
My brother gave him a game cookin in an ally
4 bricks two guns I’m runnin to my parents
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Lyrics for Tell Me What You Dream by Timothy B. Schmit:
(v. melamrd/j. leo/t. b. schmit)All of your life
You hold out for love
You give what you have
Still that’s not enough
What went wrong
‘cuz now what we share
Is too many fears
Too many secrets
Too many years denied
Tell me what you dream at night
While you’re sleeping
Tell me what you see at night
When you dream
Is it someone else’s arms that hold you tight
Or darling, is it me
Tell me what you dream at night
While you sleep
Deep in the night
You whispered so low
I lay by your side
I felt so alone, alone
I reached for your arms
You called out a name
It wasn’t my own
It caused me such pain inside
Tell me what you dream at night
While you’re sleeping
Tell me what you see at night
When you dream
Is it someone else’s arms that hold you tight
Or darling is it me
Tell me what you dream at night
While you sleep
Lyrics for Summer Babe (Winter Version) by Pavement:
ICE BABYI SAW YOUR GIRLFRIEND
SHE’S EATING HER FINGERS
LIKE THEY’RE JUST ANOTHER MEAL
SHE WAITS THERE
IN THE LEVEE WASH
MIXING COCKTAILS WITH A PLASTIC TIPPED CIGAR…
MY EYES STICK TO
ALL THOSE SHINY ROBES…WEAR
ON THE PROTEIN DELTA STRIP
IN AN ABANDONED HOUSEBOAT
ILL WAIT THERE, ILL BE WAITING FOREVER…
MINERALS
ICE DEPOSITS DAILY
DROP OFF THE FIRST SHINY ROBE
IVE GOT ALOT OF THINGS I WANT TO SELL YOU
THERE NOT HERE
YOU TOOK IT ALL
EVERYTIME I TURN AROUND I FIND IM SHOT
YOU’RE MY…
SUMMER BABE
