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Posted March 28 2007 | 0 Comments
Unk 2 Step Ringtone
2 Step is the second single off of Unk’s album Beat’n Down Yo Block. It was released in 2007. It has a dance with the song called the “2 Step“. The video was released on February 23, 2007 on Yahoo! Music. At the end of the music video they play a couple of seconds of the song Beat’n Down Yo Block The song debuted on the Billboard Hot 100 at number 94 in February 2007.[1]
[Chorus:]
4..3…2…2..
A 2 Step
A 2 Step
Now Gone An 2 Step [X4]
Now get Jiggy Wit It [X4]
Now Gone An 2 Step
Aye Watch Me 2 Step
Now Can You 2 Step
Like I 2 Step
Watch Me Get Jiggy Wit It [X4]
Gone 2 Step
[Verse 1:]
I Hit The Club Fresh
My Stunna Shades On
2 Steppin Getting Jiggy
Wit My J’s On
Dont Get Yo Steps Wrong
Dont Try To Bite Mine
2 Steppin Yea Im Back
Unk One Mo’ Time
See We Goin Form A Line
And We Goin Step It Right
Now Step It To The Left
Girl You Know You Dynomite
Now Have Some Good Times
I See You Got It Right
Beat My Wrist Ice
Colder Than A Bud Light
Now Imma Take My Time
Where The Gangstas At
And You Can Still Post The Wall Nigga Holla Back
Grey Goose And Yak
Blunt Filled Wit Kush
Im Getting Jiggy Wit It
Smokin On That George Bush
Step
[Chorus:]
4..3…2…2..
A 2 Step
A 2 Step
Now Gone An 2 Step [X4]
Now get Jiggy Wit It [X4]
Now Gone An 2 Step
Aye Watch Me 2 Step
Now Can You 2 Step
Like I 2 Step
Watch Me Get Jiggy Wit It [X4]
Gone 2 Step
[Verse 2:]
Take 2 Steps To The Left
Now Take 2 Steps To The Right
Now Bring It Back
Bring It Back
Hey I Made Ya’ll Walk It Out
Everybody 2 Steppin
Now We Finna Turn It Out
Now Here We Go Again
You Already Slow
If You Aint 2 Stepping
Get Your ShitAnd Hit The Do’
Im Shooting At Ya Toes
Like A Western
I See You Baby Girl
Sweating Out Your Little Perm
They Call Me Big Worm
Where My Money At
2 Steppin Wit My Stacks
Bitch Holla Back
The Oc Is Back
Ya’ll Besta Deal Wit It
And Dont Be Stepping On My Shoes
When I Get Jiggy With It
[Chorus:]
4..3…2…2..
A 2 Step
A 2 Step
Now Gone An 2 Step [X4]
Now get Jiggy Wit It [X4]
Now Gone An 2 Step
Aye Watch Me 2 Step
Now Can You 2 Step
Like I 2 Step
Watch Me Get Jiggy Wit It [X4]
Gone 2 Step
A 2 Step… [X8]
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Posted March 28 2007 | 0 Comments
50 Cent Ski Mask Way (eminem remix)
Album: Eminem Presents: The Re-Up
Year: 2006
Title: Ski Mask Way (Eminem Remix)
(50 Cent)
[Intro]
Yeah
I’m Tryin to catch me sumthin
I’ma catch you sumthin
[Chorus]
nigga that watch is nice
that’s what you bought for me
that chain is nice
that’s what you bought for me
them earrings is nice
That’s what you bought for me?
Take that shit off, move I’ll break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It’s the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money
[Verse 1]
You wanna spray at me? Go head
The last nigga that tried
Got hit, keeled over, and bled ’til he died
Ya little sister callin you stupid
Reason why?
Her and ya momma in the livin room now hog-tied
I came up wit two new ways to get rich I cant wait
Got a brand new SIG and that old thirty eight
I be scheming to put a lil’ bread on my plate
Watchin Dre serve skunk through the hole in the gate
I stick a nigga for his shine sell em’ back the next day
You thought I really wanted ya pussy bitch please
This is stash house, jack pot, leave her them keys
My black g-unit hoody just reak of marijuana
Cocaine comin out my pores in the sauna
Im serious man I’m so sincere
This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffery’s career
Make money, take money
Yeah nigga yeah
[Chorus]
nigga that watch is nice
that’s what you bought for me
that chain is nice
that’s what you bought for me
them earrings is nice
That’s what you bought for me?
Take that shit off, move I’ll break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It’s the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money
[Verse 2]
Whos dat peepin in my window
Wow
The feds on me now
They know when im sleepin
They know when im wake
I know they got my phone taped im screamin fuck jake
Im tryin to stay out them pens, so I switched states
Bad news V-A now that sounds great
I see niggas wit that ice on, rims shined up
This towns one big pussy waitin to get fucked
I holla at A-I peoples to get gats
They charged me 500 a piece for two macs
Then im back doin me
Im back out on a spree
Catch me n’ niggas slippin out pumpin dat D
Give me a lil’ crew I’ll have em’ pumpin for me
The more product I take the more paper we see
Change my name in N-Y they don’t know where I be
Yeah a nigga doin dirt but a nigga low key
[Chorus]
nigga that watch is nice
that’s what you bought for me
that chain is nice
that’s what you bought for me
them earrings is nice
That’s what you bought for me?
Take that shit off, move I’ll break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It’s the only way
Take money
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Posted March 28 2007 | 0 Comments
Swizz Beatz It’s me Bitches Ringtone
[Intro]
It’s me bitches!!!!
WOO!!! WOO!!! Come on!!! WOO!!! WOO!!! Showtime!!!
[Verse 1]
Chillin in my Beemer, listenin to Ether
Bumping through your speakers, know I got the heaters
Rock and don’t stop, I keeps it rocking don’t stop (Stop)
I’m banging them beats you know I rock the hip hop
[Bridge]
FREEZE!!!! You know who it is!!! It’s me bitches!!!!
[Verse 2]
I, smoke good eat good, drink and fuck good
Comin to the club stuntin like how you should
My shit on fire I don’t need no gasolina
I’m comin through your block with the new two seater
Ring the alarm man, call me the sandman
When I drop beats I’m the one man band man
Cash rules everything around me cream get the money, dollar dollar
bills y’all fuck it!!!
[Bridge]
FREEZE!!!! You know who it is!!! It’s me bitches!!!!
[Verse 3]
Vida loco, flying through popo
See me in that four door, that bentley sporto
Benzo-lito - my Enzo-lito
You front, I’m a I’m a shoot that ass like a frito
Sniffin that yayo, trying to be Sosa
Trying to be tough when ya soft like choca
I ain’t gotta shoot ya, I can just choke ya
If ya trying to make paper,I-I can just show ya
[Bridge]
FREEZE!!!! You know who it is!!! It’s me bitches!!!!
[Verse 4] (Repeating the first verse):
Chillin in my Beemer, listenin to Ether
Bumping through your speakers, know I got the heaters
Rock and don’t stop, I keeps it rocking don’t stop (Stop)
I’m banging them beats you know I rock the hip hop
[Bridge]
FREEZE!!!! You know who it is!!! It’s me bitches!!!!
[Outro]
Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go (It’s)
Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go (It’s)
Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go (It’s)
It’s (Go) It’s (Go) It’s me bitches!!!!
Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go (It’s)
Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go (It’s)
It’s me it’s me it’s me it’s me it’s me it’s me
It’s me bitches!!!!
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Posted March 26 2007 | 0 Comments
Lloyd Banks I’m So Fly Ringtone
Yee!
Ayo 50, they only do it like us nigga [laughs]
Yeah!
[Chorus]
I’m So Fly…
I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buy
I’m So High…
An I’m on point and I can tell that you jealous by the look in your eye
When I Ride By…
An I don’t care, G-Units goin straight to the top this year
Nigga Im So Fly…
An I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buy….
[Verse 1 : Lloyd Banks]
Banks is fresh out the gutta (gutta)
To smooth to stutta (stutta)
His cig will melt a riva like 2 scoups of butta (butta)
Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her
Grab the burna ’cause she aint concerned ’cause he’s a earna
My bitch lays it out real nice for me to murda
Fight, wake up n’ fuck like Ike n’ Tina Turner
It’s a privilege to ride with a celeb
Cause them girls over three don’t got a problem given head
Paranoia is on ya that’s why your mama is in your bed
Fuck a rare chinchilla and bossin mama for ya head
And where the block im from niggas be damn near 40 and still tuckin
And niggas baby mama is pregnant and still fuckin
It’s eithier cause their boyfriend is a scrub like brillow
Or ’cause banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow
The chronic is blown
For my niggas that got locked up and deported and now they gotta go back home
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Don’t confuse me with these suckas
Cause when I spit you hear more ouus then a skip to my lil move at the rucka
Thank god for given Banks the gift
You think that bandana makes you look gangsta but all I see is a handkerchief
Nigga there’s no one out the click that freeze us
Believe that cause I aint scared of shit but jesus
Look dawg i dont roam with the poodles
Difference is i’m eating in Rome and you eatin roman noodles
Ya boys corrupt kid
Banks will send a bitch to the store just for a piece of cheesecake like puff did
You jokes cant afford these homes
Look around I got 40 clones now look down that’s 40 stones
And that’s only in the necklace
I’m bony and I’m reckless (vroom) there’s Tony in a Lexus
Im fresh out the gutta scrap whatcha man thought
Im in the hood with more straps than a Jan Sport
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
When I travel I know Im gonna get stuck
Cause they harass us in the airport like im the ones that’s blowin shit up
I got the patience of a high school teacher
And a bright future, why the fuck would I have a bomb on my sneaker
Will the goody girls back of us
My hearts colder than jack frost is
We pack shows and attract bosses
Black clothes and my black forces
A black rose for a rats coffin
Blowin O’s in that black coffin
Blowin the road and im back flossin
No one knows how much that’s costin
Fuck ass only the green moves me
I got a clean Uzi A pair of gloves and a mask from the scream movie
So if your plottin on poppin off, sceem smoothly
Or get a little red spatter on ya cream coogy
My name ring each state
So you aint gotta go all the way to LA to get ur mc eight
[Chorus]
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Posted March 24 2007 | 0 Comments
Ludacris Money Maker Ringtone
Ft. Pharrell
(feat. Pharrell)
[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don’t you act like you afraid of shit
[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - eh eh eh
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don’t worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air
[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - eh eh eh
[Verse 1:]
Shake shake shake your money maker
Like you were shakin it for some paper
Took your mama 9 months to make ya
Might as well shake what ya mama gave ya
You … you lookin good in them jeans
I bet you look even better with me in between
I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
But yous a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind
I got * on my right side pourin some cups
My whole hood is to my left and they aint giving a fuck
So feel free to get lose and get carried away
So by tomorrow you forgot what you was sayin today
But don’t forget about this feeling that im making you get
And all the calories you burn from me making you sweat
The mile high points you earn when we taking my jet
And how everywhere you turn I’ll be making you wet..
[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don’t you act like you afraid of shit
[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - eh eh eh
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don’t worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air
[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - eh eh eh
[Verse 2:]
Switch, switch, switch it from right to left and..
Switch it till you running right out of breath and..
Take a break until you ready again and..
You can invite over as many friends as..
Ya want to, but i really want you
Just be thankful that Pharrell gave you somethin to bump to…HEYY
Luda…Im at the top of my game
You want my hands from the bottom to the top of your frame
And I…just wanna take a lil ride on your curves
And get erotic giving your body just what it deserves and..
Let me give you some swimming lessons on the penis
Backstroke, breaststroke, stroke of a genius…YUPP
Call me the renaissance man
Get up and i stay harder than a cinder block mannn….HEYY
Im just a bedroom gangster
And i been meanin to tell ya that i really must thank ya when ya..
[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don’t you act like you afraid of shit
[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - eh eh eh
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don’t worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air
[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - eh eh eh
[Verse 3:]
Rock rock rock it and make it work girl
Please dont stop it until it hurt girl
You..you been lookin a little tipsy
So if you could jus shake it a little this wayy
See ima member of the BBC
The original bread winna of DTP
And you the center of attention thats distracting the squaud
’cause everybody in the camp is like OH MY GODD..she could
[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don’t you act like you afraid of shit
[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - eh eh eh
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don’t worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air
[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - eh eh eh
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Posted March 24 2007 | 0 Comments
Jay-Z Show Me What You Got Ringtone
Intro:
This is a state of emergency
What you want me to do? I’m sorry. I’m back
Haha
Lets Go Get Em Just!
Hook:
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey
Uh Huh
Show me what you got lil mama
Show me what you got pretty lady
Show me what you got shorty
Show me what you got baby
Hands up
and wave (Flava Flav: show em what you got)
and wave (Flava Flav: show em what you got)
and wave (show em what you got)
and wave
1st Verse:
Give the drummer some
Shit, I already gave the summer some
It’s the winter’s turn
Hovie Hov is the coldest
I’m just getting better with time
I’m like Opus
One Young, no two alike like a snowflake
Ok, Show me what you got babe
Words is slurring engine purring
Mami frontin but I’m so determined
Shots of patron now she’s in a zone
I ain’t talking about the 2-3
Mami in the zone like the homie 2-3
Jordan or James
Makes no difference boo I’m ballin the same
Nigga I am the Mike Jordan of recording
Nigga You might want to fall back from recording
Shit that you right it’s not important
So it forced him to go for the hype
For being brave and they may applaud him
Well misery I will assure them
Aww baby just ignore them
Truth or dare mami listen and learn
I got a drop I just took off the top
It’s your turn
Hook:
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey
Uh Huh
Show me what you got lil mama
Show me what you got pretty lady
Show me what you got shorty
Show me what you got baby
Hands up
and wave
and wave
and wave
and wave
Show me what you got lil mama
Show me what you got pretty lady
Show me what you got shorty
Show me what you got baby
Hands up and wave (Flava Flav: show em what you got)
and wave (Flava Flav: show em what you got)
and wave (show em what you got)
and wave
2nd Verse:
H.O.V.A.
Gold bottles of that ace of spade
Why even fool with these other guys? They all stingy
All these dudes know how to say is ‘gimmie’
Gimmie some head, Give me some brain
Give me your number, gimmie your name
But if I get one night baby girl I swear
I’ll make you tell these other dudes gimmie got you here
I’ll take you shopping, take long trips
I’ll take the cork off, you can take sips
I’ll take you there, take my time
Take your clothes off, I’ll take off mine
Ma, show me what you got
Hovi in the spot tried to told you I was hot
Tell these other dudes it’s a wrap
Get the fuck out the throne you clone
The King’s Back!
Yall got less than 2 months to get yall thing together. Good luck!
Hook 2x
Ladies and gentlemen the most incredible!
H.O…Uh Huh..H.O…Uh Huh, he’s back! Uh Uh
Justin Blaze and the Blazettes
Rocafella Records
The Dynasty continues, y’all die
Uh Huh…Peace
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Posted March 23 2007 | 0 Comments
Akon Locked Up Ringtone
(feat. Styles P)
[Styles P]
Locked up, they won’t let me out,
And I had a long day in court **** stressed me out,
Won’t gimme the bail they can’t get me out,
Now I’m headed to the county,
Gotta do a bid here, I’m used to living luxurous,
I don’t wana live here, the walls is gray the clothes is orange,
The phones is broke, the food is garbage,
A lot a niggas is livin with these circumstances,
Sp’s the same I still murk ya manz’z ,
Drug money to rap money work advances,
Niggas ran and told that I shoulda murked to kansas,
Niga got popped for a murda attempt,
Knocked me on d block when I was burning the hemph,
Had a brick in the stash hope they don’t take to a further extent,
Locked up and they wont let me out,
When I hit my cell block, niggas know the threat be out.
[AKON]
I’m steady tryna find a motive,
Why do what I do.
Freedom aint gettin no closer,
No matter how far I go,
My car is stolen, no registration,
Cops partolin, and now they done stop me,
And I get locked up,
[Chorus]
They won’t let me out, they won’t let me out, (I’m locked up)
They won’t let me out no, they wont let me out, (I’m locked up)
They won’t let me out, they won’t let me out, (I’m locked up)
They won’t let me out no, they won’t let me out
[Akon]
Headin up town to re up,
Back with a couple peeps,
Corner blocks on fire,
Under covers dressed as feens,
Makin so much money,
Products movin’ fast,
Put away the stash,
And as I sold the last bag fucked around and got locked up
[CHORUS]
They won’t let me out, they won’t let me out, (my nigga I’m locked up)
They won’t let me out no, they wont let me out, (I got locked up)
They won’t let me out, they won’t let me out, (baby girl I’m locked up)
They won’t let me out no, they won’t let me out
[Styles P]
Now that I’m locked up I rep two sets so
Ima ride or die and stay d blocked up
Two tooth brushes up,
Whoever wanted with p
When I walk by nigga get up,
’cause I’m locked up they cant get me out,
I smoke a stick of haze when they stress me out,
Go and hit the bar when the reds be out,
Cant wait for the day when they let me out,
[Akon]
’cause visitation no longer comes by,
Seems like they forgot about me,
Commissary is getting empty,
My cell mates getting food without me,
Can’t wait to get out and move forward with my life,
Got a family that loves me and wants me to do right
But instead I get locked up
[CHORUS]
They won’t let me out, they won’t let me out, (I’m locked up)
They won’t let me out no, they wont let me out, (my nigga I’m locked up)
They won’t let me out, they won’t let me out, (I’m locked up)
They won’t let me out no, they won’t let me out (’cause I’m locked up)
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Posted March 23 2007 | 0 Comments
2Pac I ain’t Mad at Cha Ringtone
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y’all niggaz to get up out the hood
Shit, I’m wit cha, I ain’t mad at cha
Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy
Yeah, all the homies that I ain’t talk to in a while
I’ma send this one out for y’all, knahmean?
Cause I ain’t mad at cha
Heard y’all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust
[Danny Boy] I ain’t…
Givin a motherfucker, heheheheheh
Yeah, niggaz
[Danny Boy] …mad at cha
Cause I ain’t mad at cha
Verse One: 2Pac
Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still rolled
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didn’t quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed
Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin home, just got bail
Wanna go to the Mosque, don’t wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie he’s a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I’m livin large you tell me it’s trouble
Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life, and that’s no bullshitin
I know we grew apart, you probably don’t remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, we’d BOMB
on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shit’s changed, and we don’t even kick it
Got a big money scheme, and you ain’t even with it
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
Go toe to toe when it’s time for roll you got a brother’s back
And I can’t even trip, cause I’m just laughin at cha
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
cause I ain’t mad at cha
(Hmm, I ain’t mad at cha)
Chorus: Danny Boy
I ain’t, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain’t mad at cha)
I ain’t, mad, at cha
Verse Two: 2Pac
We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn’t
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I’m gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared
Besides bumpin n grindin wasn’t nothin on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow
And even though we seperated, you said that you’d wait
Don’t give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said I’ll return but I gotta fight the fate’s arrived
Don’t shed a tear, cause Mama I ain’t happy here
I’m through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
They got me goin mad, I’m knockin busters on they backs
in my cell, thinkin, “Hell, I know one day I’ll be back”
As soon as I touch down
I told my girl I’ll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it, but I’m just laughin at cha
Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain’t mad at cha
Chorus: Danny Boy
I ain’t, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain’t mad at cha)
I ain’t, mad, at cha (2Pac: A true down ass bitch, and I ain’t mad at cha)
Verse Three: 2Pac
Well guess who’s movin up, this nigga’s ballin now
Bitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down
He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block
He’s Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days
Cause crime pays, and in time, you’ll find a rhyme’ll blaze
You’ll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days
So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?
Til God return me to my essence
Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent
So many questions, and they ask me if I’m still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain’t real now?
They got so much to say, but I’m just laughin at cha
You niggaz just don’t know, but I ain’t mad at cha
Chorus: Danny Boy
I ain’t, mad at cha (2Pac: and I ain’t mad at cha)
Iiiiiiiii ain’t mad (2Pac: hell nah I ain’t mad at cha) at cha
I ain’t, mad at mha (2Pac: and I ain’t mad at cha)
I ain’t, mad at cha (2Pac: I ain’t mad at cha)
I ain’t, mad at cha, noooo
I ain’t mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh
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Posted March 20 2007 | 0 Comments
Crime Mob Rock Yo Hips Ringtone
i like the way she rock her hips
then wave and sip
She rock her hips then wave and sip
she rock her hips
she rock her hips
she rock her hips then wave and sip
[verse one]
look at dem hips i like how she rock em she bend that thing over and to the ground she could drop it poppin hard as she can got me hard in the pants cause she all in her stanzez doin her mutherfuckin dance man look look buddy cute in the face she rock her hips to tha place she take a sip and she wait want to get wit lil j after she dance on that pole i pulled my cast so quick and fast wen that ass in tha flo
[Verse two]
now i got 32 flavors of that bootylicious bubblegum
Raspberry,grape,cherry,come and get this honey bun
yummy yum baby not your ordinary lady
known to drive a nigga crazy willie wonka wanna pay me
on the daily off the hizzle,rock my heels and shake my skittles
soda pop it watch it sizzle man this chick right here for shizzle
smokkin on the hightest drizzle wanna taste it jest a little
rock my hips then make it wiggle wavin sippin in the drizzle
[chorus]
i like it when she rock her hips then wave and sip
she rocks her hips then wave and sip
she rock her hips
she rock her hips
she rock her hips then wave and sip
(repeat)
[verse 3]
i like it when she shows me she can rock it, roll it drp it to the flo
bouncin slow shawties all pole thats the way to go
tell her boey ooey gotta nigga glancin every time
that ass react i thought i thought i saw a puddy cat
gimmie gimmie gimmie that that fat cat don’t act on a pimp
you got me inticed by the way you rock dem hips
you’s a trip girl doing all dem trickd thats whats up
i like dat sh** a lot come and holla at a thug
[verse 4]
A-towns finest im the top notch glamour chick
tell me if i throw it at chu baby can you handle it
pistols causing rushin if a hatta wanna run they lip
step up in the club and have them wisperin god damn she thick
take it to the bar hypnotic and hennesy is on my list
seductively movin body now watch me rock my hips
take a sip of the goose i’m lookin good and livin lavage
big boy pimpin pop and dippin now tell me i’m not the baddest
[verse 5]
walked in the club and she wabble and shakin
i wanna take her to the house so a playa can start breakin
in her mother f***ing back like a playa suppose
god damn lil buddy touch our toes
god damn lil buddy take off your clothes
and let me se that apple bottom and that brown booty hole
shawty slide up and down on dat pole
in the v.i.p this how it mother f***in go
[chorus]
i like it when she rock her hips then wave and sip
she rock her hips then wave and sip
she rock her hips
she rock her hips
she rock her hips then wave and sip
(repeat)
Crime Mob Rock Yo Hips ringtones
Posted March 20 2007 | 0 Comments
Snoop Dogg Candy Ringtone
Album: Tha Blue Carpet Treatment
Lyrics to Snoop Dogg Candy
“dripping like water”
[E-40]
Uh! (the candy man!) E-40!
[Snoop Dogg]
Sticky icky! Snoop Dogg!
DPG, MC Eiht, Goldie Loc
[E-40]
E-40! Yeah…
[Snoop Dogg]
Talk to ‘em nephew (the candy man!)
Come on..
[E-40]
Narcotics is the death merchant, shipping and handling yolla I supply
Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye (out my eye!)
What y’all tryna buy pimpin y’know it’s kinda dry!
Yeah, I only gotta couple of pies left that’ll last me through the year
Doula, (ewwww!) ice cream caaandy! (What it do?)
Man that shit be comin in haaandy!
(Ewwww!) It’s real walkie talkie (What else?)
I got that from the DB’s, my cousin.. work dirty!
If you want ‘em I got ‘em, you hoping to cop it, you better be about yo’ grit! (grit!)
Devour any cowards, sours slippery at the lip (lip!)
Beast up, suck up to none, don’t be no sucker (sucker!)
Be a block monster, be a reputable motherfucker (motherf*cker!)
Real mash with my Spanish (Spanish!)
If ain’t about no gouda, potna you can vanish
Don’t get put up in yo’ place
Give me 40 feet and an ounce of space
[Chorus]
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
[Snoop Dogg]
Sticky icky icky! Ahh, ahh!
You know I got that candy.. yeah!
Boss Dogg, Snoopy D O dub
Trip.. check game
[Snoop Dogg]
Now-A-Later’s, gum drops, jelly beans
Lollipops and triple beams
Blue carpet, yeah that’s the treatment
Candy so sweet, got everybody eatin it
Bigg Snoop Dogg, I’m the star of this
So gone on and get yourself a bar of this
No change man.. gimme the bucks
The kinda candy I sell they call it deez nutz
DEEZ NUTZ I’m almond with the caramel insides
You were playin front end with the french fries
How it feel man? What it look like?
I’m in your neighborhood, pullin on some Bud Light
Sweet and sticky, take it out the wrapper
Now put it in your mouth
To the beat of the drum, it’ll be fun
and I bet you can’t just eat one (Candy!)
[Chorus]
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
[Snoop Dogg]
Oh… candy! You want it, we got it, we got it!
Heh heh.. yeah! MC Eiht… Goldie Loc
War Zone.. who got that candy?
Come on…
[MC Eiht]
I’m in the hood with the six-trey candy paint
Lil’ somethin to chunk, make the hoes all faint
If you know when to beep, jump my baby rate
When I grip round her butt, I hold her steady
Yeah.. she my one and only
Quick to keep back haters who don’t know me
I… feel… good about candy (Candy!)
My gangstas understand me
[Goldie Loc]
Shake it baby, don’t break it baby, now can you make it clap? (clap!)
Tryna fit this work in your gap (gap!)
Drop it like it water pagoda, get my hustle on
I get it from you then I step on you to bubble on
It’s gettin sweeter than a sugar cane
Here come that sugar daddy, black, rollin on gold thangs
Fo’shigiddy, he turned it into somethin, boy
‘Cause I can’t leave this filthy game without my Almond Joy (Candy!)
[Chorus]
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
[Snoop Dogg]
Ooohhhwwweee! Heh heh heh, yeah!
It’s so tasty! Aiyyo Daz! Kurupt!
DPG! I know y’all got that candy man!
Gimme some of that candy man
Talk to me one time! For real, for real…
[Daz Dillinger]
“It’s like candy, candy!”
Get it how you want it
Whip it, twist it, pop your whip up on the corner
While I, taadow, check out this bizarre
The D-A-T the N-I double G, the D-A-Z
Again it’s up in the wind, feel the breeze for shit
God damn! You already know who I am
Chrome on chrome, blue on blue, frost colors switches
Hit the gas, hit the brake, y’all really burn rubber?
Dip, drop, drop, dip
Stop, dip, ghost ride the whip!
[Kurupt]
Yeah, nigga.. shot caller
It’s America’s number one baller
Man I don’t give a fuck.. like, “Fuck it”
High riders.. slide in the bucket
Little momma all up on a nigga like a coat
I got the perfect thang that’ll coat her throat (Candy!)
[Chorus]
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
You want ‘em? I got ‘em.. drippin like water
[Snoop Dogg]
Candy! So tasty.. candy, candy!
Yeah! Ha ha! Yeah nigga, we got that candy man
We don’t sell it at the liquor store either man
We sell it everywhere we go
Holla, holla! (Candy!)
Three thousand motherfuckin pieces, you understand me?
I wish a motherfucker would come in this motherfucker
If I see Suge right now, I’d tell him, “Hey, how you doin Suge?”
[laughing] I didn’t even know you were standing there nigga
My bad!
