Lil' Flip

"Flippin'"
(feat. Mya)

"Flippin'"
(feat. Mya)



You are now rockin' wit The Symphony

[Lil' Flip]
Yessir
It's ya boy Fliperachi the #1 fly boy (yeaahhh)
I'm the building wit my girl Mya (fo' sho)
You know we doin' a song for the ladies, they want records too, you know
So if you want to come kick it wit some real pimp, a real man, a young boss
Girl money don't run out
Let me holla if you down wit Clover G's (fo' sho)

[Hook - Mya (Lil' Flip w/ ad libs)]
I know that you'd take care of me, baby please (that's right, that's right)
No baby is not jealousy, jealousy
I know that I know that you pimpin' you pimpiiiinn'
I know that I know that so I'm flippin' I'm flippiiinnnn

[Verse 1]
The first day we met, I was in my vet
I just left Warner Brothers pickin' up my check (hahaaa)
I pulled up in Wing Stop just to get me a bike
Rubber cush on my blunt so I'm high as a kite
Red monkeys wit a crist twelve hundred to pop
And when you walk by I couldn't do nothin' but watch
Cause I know you wit a cat who ain't treatin' you right
And if you wanna be happy you should leave him right now
I got a ten o'clock flight on my G-5 girl
Let me upgrade you, no more Levi's girl
I'mma show you finer thangs you can cruise the world
And when we come back you gon' have bluest purse
Yessir

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I ain't a pimp no more, that was '99 (99)
Cause when it came to the bread I had to get mine
Top down when I'm roll up the Vegas Strip
Four pound on my hip in case a nigga trip
A hundred dollar chips, let's gamble ma (let's go)
And if the crowd get thick let's scramble ma (let's go)
No gal can cook shrimp better than ma (haha)
I had a gal ain't know what berretta or nine
After this, I'mma drop "Ahead of My Time"
The true thangs that I love is my bread and my dyme
They be like "Flip man you got a lazy flow"
That's when I say "oh wellll, I make crazy dough"
Chuchhh Chuchhh

[Hook w/ Mya singing]
You always say the things to make me staaaayyyyy
He then told me that you would change your waaayyyysss
You always got the best from meeee
I gave 'em to you faithfully
I'm flippin' now I gotta get awaaaayyyyy

[Verse 3]
So come and roll wit a fly boy
You can be my fly girl
Just you and I girl
The kid ballin' like Jim Jones (balliiiiiinnnnnnnnn)
Cause I made about 8 million ringtones (balliiiiiinnnnnnnnn)
I'm a certified mack in the streets
How many rappers got ice on the back (but they not too many)
I do it big like that rapper from ??
While you exit home put your ring out (hahaaa)
And we on private jets sippin' real wine
I was in the projects watchin' feds crime
But now I'm doin' projects gettin' paid now (yeahh)
There go the paparazzi go and put your head down (cheese, cheese)

[Hook]

"Fly Boy"

"Fly Boy"


[Lil' Flip]
Hey pimpin' (hey pimpin')
Them diamonds you wearin' (which ones?)
Them yellow diamonds (oh these?)
They ain't real yellow diamonds homie (how you know?)
Them treated diamonds playa, haha
I'm baaacckk

[Hook]
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
Save all the talkin' cause you blowin' my high boy (Aye, aye, aye)

[Verse 1]
You see my paint (you see my paint)
Nigga you see my whip (you see my whip)
On twenty-siiixxes, bitch you know it's Flip
I got my stunna shades (I got my stunna shades)
I got my game tight (I got my game tight)
I fly G-5's, I don't have to change flights (haha)
Oh yes, the chest got VVS (VVS)
So many drugs I can open up a CVS (come get it)
Gucci flip flops (Gucci flips flops)
Gucci tank top (Gucci tank top)
'Fore my patna Screw I pour a lil' drank out (rest in peace)
Who flyer than me? (you?)
Who higher than me? (stop)
I'm gettin' head like Shawna ??
I'm supplyin' the streets, it ain't no denyin' a G (nope)
Look I'm the first one (wit what?), wit platinum on his teeth cause

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 2]
When I pull up all them hoes be
Tryin' to leave the club
Will they smoke some bud wit us?
Good girls like thug niggas
Po' nigga, I dare any one of y'all to try me
Even when I take a shit that pistol right by me (which side?)
I'll be, grindin' til they put my body in a tomb
Screens in my whip, bigger than the ones that's in your living room (yeah)
Candy paint shined up, twenty cars lined up (ooohh-weeee)
And they all cost bra (how much?) triple your house dawg (haha)
Call me Flip or 'Flipperachi' call me anythin' but broke
All I need is V12 nigga I can cook coke (yeah)
I'm the number one fly boy you peepin' out my chain (bling!)
I'm at the strip club, makin' hundreds rain cause

[Hook (2x)]

[Verse 3]
Yo my Chevy ridin' high boy
Twelve hundred dollar shades on my eyes boy
Twelve thousand dollar blades on my ride boy
Four 18's got me soundin' like a quire boy, haha
I slow the car down and speed it up
Hey chump, I slowed your broad down and beat it up, haha
So don't be playin' wit a G shawty
Cause I can make you disappear for a G shawty
They always talk about the kid in the street shawty
The kid got more beef than the meat market, let me park it
Cause I don't trust valet wit my keys
Let's make a bet for 50 large, who flyer than me? nobody

[Hook]

"For My Thugs"
(feat. Trick Daddy)

"For My Thugs"
(feat. Trick Daddy)



Lil Flip, Trick Daddy...

[Hook x2: Trick Daddy]
I'm doing this one for the thugs
And them boys down South, much love for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs, and them boys in the city
Much love for the thugs, yes sir

[Lil Flip]
From city to city, state to state
Me and my niggaz on the road, trying to make this cake
Cause if you don't work, you don't eat
So right now I'm in the studio, bringing the heat
And I've been doing this rap thang, for a long time
I went from flipping them dimes, to kicking them rhymes
From one tat, to twenty five tats
I went from one sling shot, to twenty five gats
And all I want, is twenty five placks
And if you want a show, I need twenty five stacks
Fuck a dat, I got a playback machine
One mic one stage, and a ounce of green
And I'ma show you, how we do it down here
And if you ain't from round here, get the hell from down here
And just kick off your shoes, and relax your feet
It's Lil Flip, Trick Daddy and my boy Greg Street

[Hook x2: Trick Daddy]

[Lil Flip]
When I'm thugging like Pac, when I'm hugging my block
If you run to the cops, I'ma come with my glock
If you play with my do', I'ma spray at your hoe
So if the shit ever happen, don't act like you ain't know
Cause I got niggaz on my team, that'll pop the steal
And make your body disappear, like David Copperfield
And I got family in Miami, that'll ride for me
I got some homies in Atlanta, that'll die for me
And I'm a pimp, so my hoes never lie to me
They get taped with my cane, and go fly for me
So bring daddy his cash, so I can re-up quick
Then supply my customers, when I flood the strip
Fuck a drought I got that work, like a booking agent
I got bricks in the attic, and pounds in the basement
And that's how we hustle, around my way
We living like Denzel, on Training Day, cause I'm a thug

[Hook x4: Trick Daddy]

[Lil Flip]
I'm doing this for Houston, Dallas, College Station
To all my young thugs, who still on probation
For my niggaz locked up, with no parole
And to whoever bought my tape, cause my shit went gold
And we thugging, rolling on Dubs and
We valet, when we come to the club and
I stay strapped up, cause I got shot this year
And I'm about to go quadruple, like Pac this year
That's one million, two million, three million, fo'
And after that, I'ma put red in the do'
So just kick off your shoes, and relax your feet
And watch me put these hoes, on the ecstasy

Yeah nigga...

"Forever Bangin' Screw"

"Forever Bangin' Screw"


[Lil' Flip:]
Ay, u know me I ride wit my trunk raise up
Boy I'm riding dubs u better put them blades up
Banging screw four fifteens kick hard
Around da block one time come back and switch cars
Sip barre cause it's a family tradition
I'm the freestyle king it ain't no competition
I'm a screw head I ride black, blue,
red, niggas call me lil flip nigga I can do that

[chorus x2:]
I thought you knewwwwww
that we forever
banging screwww
I thought u knew that

[Lil' Flip:]
I done bought tha cat bought tha house
Got about thirty karats inside my mouth
I represent the dirty dirty the dirty south
I even put it down with Swishahouse
I got more syrup than waffle housenine nine graduater
I walked across I run through all hoes like Marshall Faulk
I fuck with Big Pokey and Big Hawk Underground mix tapes got us fame
Fucking with real niggas got us game
Screw up click bout to go world wide and once ya cross 610 welcome to the southside

[Chorus: x2]

Thanks to my nigga
screw I got my shine on
Now my nigga gone so I got to rhyme strong
Ima go platinum cause I'm a lyrical threat
think about you every time I hear a casette
chop up but them niggas cant chop like u them niggas
cant even make the music stop like uso Ima keep u alive
every time I rap on da real DJ Screw put us all on the map
So every time I bust a flow Ima show my ass he
taught me two things keep it real and fold my cashbitch I'm
rich still dropping undergroung shitfuck the radio I drop
underground hits (I'm a screwhead)

[Chorus: x2]

"Forget The Fame"

"Forget The Fame"


I come from a hood where everybody standin' on the corner
What you need some weed, speed, or some marijuana
You can get it right here or get it down there
But when the laws pull up get away from 'round there

Now niggas think that niggas started changin'
Just 'cause a nigga got a platinum chain hanging
I still got the same niggas that I'm down with
If a nigga owe me money we gon' shoot down shit

I use to sell work I use to sell pints
But now I'm doing shit, I gotta 3 million in the bank
I done made a lot of moves, I done paid a lot of dues
And if you fuck with me, you might make tonights news

Now niggas get on TV and forget they partnas
The ones who keep it real come to your shows with the choppas
The one who bring that drank bring that weed to ya house
My niggas down with me they represent the south, uh

I want the money
I don't give a fuck about the fame
No matter how rich I get
Lil' Flip will never change

I want the money
I dont give a fuck about the fame
I do this shit so my partnas
Won't have ta slang cane

Now everytime I get back somebody went to jail
But they taught us don't go to school and you'll fail
I didn't go to college but it's money in my wallet
And I just bought a Jag with 0 mileage

Now keep it like Flip you know I'm tryin' to rap
And you was hatin' on me nigga you might get slapped
Ya telephone taped ya got the hood hot matter of fact
It don't look good for you to be standing on the block

Nigga, what about the cops they rollin' and lookin'
And everybody know what you sellin' and cookin'
So get yo mind right, nigga stay out the streets
You seen what I did, now I play with these beats

I want the money
I don't give a fuck about the fame
No matter how rich I get
Lil' Flip will never change

I want the money
I dont give a fuck about the fame
I do this shit so my partnas
Won't have ta slang cane

I'm like a hundred dollar bill, I'm hard ta change
And now it's funny everybody ain't acting the same
Rule one, never let niggas learn ya business
Rule two, never, ever, ever burn ya bridges

I had niggas that was hatin', smilin' in my face
Way before, "Buy the car, by the house" and "Diamonds in ya face"
Now they see me in the streets like I wanna do a song
Nigga you's a hoe cry babies go home

'Cause you ain't selling records, don't get mad
'Cause you see me ballin' hard in a drop top Jag
When you see me at the source chunk up the duece
'Cause I represent Cloverland jumpin' out my Coupe
I still gon' be the same nigga on the scene
I'm still gon' be the only freestyle king

I want the money
I don't give a fuck about the fame
No matter how rich I get
Lil' Flip will never change

I want the money
I dont give a fuck about the fame
I do this shit so my partnas
Won't have ta slang cane

"Freestyle (Lose Yourself)"

"Freestyle (Lose Yourself)"


[Lil' Flip & Lil' Ron Talking]

[Lil' Flip]
Yeah, they told me I had to prove myself I'm like Eminem I'ma
Yourself myself, I'ma Neva eva go lose my wealth, long as I got
CB on the shelf, I'ma be paid nigga, live laid nigga, I been rappin
Ever since the third grade nigga, I keep the game from head to D,
To the B R A T Jamaican free, I used to wanna rap but I
Couldn't buy beats, I never been the trick but I got treats
Lil' Flippa I had to shine, graduated in 1999
I said I just gone rap for a year go back to highschool no I can't
Be a quita, I can't fuck all night, I gotta live with my dream
I had a dream to be the Freestyle King
And I am I am and you niggaz still hatin, and you niggaz broke
Sittin' on the cratin, waitin, wanna do a track with me, nigga,
I got my catz with me, A lot of niggaz comin after me,
Shall niggaz not like my family, if you ain't die with me nigga,
I'm screaming fuck y'all, hump to hump told me don't thrush you
I'ma bout my money man, wit you bout nigga, do really got a car
And a house nigga, did take care of mama when you got paid,
Did you fuck with a bitch and go get laid, when got my money nigga
I went to see my motherfuckin niggaz who was in the penadentry,
With no money nigga, with no hoes, with no clothes, some niggaz
In night in parole but, I'm still cold on the motherfuckin mic nigga,
I'm so throwed I can fuck a dike nigga,
I been freestylin nigga all my life nigga, I'm doin this shit from the head
I ain't white nigga, niggaz hate me, but I don't really care,
Cause I'ma be a legend like Andre Wettah, you can't fuck wit me,
You might as well jump down cause I'm the hardest freestyler around,
Man, Lil' Ron we havin a little fun, we packing big bullets and we got
Those little guns, nigga, we don't play with you niggaz, that's why
We won't spend a motherfuckin day with you niggaz, you niggaz
Talkin, hatin and chit chat, nigga we the fuckin sucka free nigga
On the map, and I did like that, my nigga, in this rap game,
Committed like that, I can spit it like that, what my fitted like that,
When you I can do dat nigga I did it like that, there was a reason,
I'm ballin every season, nigga I'm young dirty ass hevened, but I
Found my way up part the ghetto, you tried to take what I work
Before I got the ghetto, and I don't play wit you niggaz, fuck you,
I got money nigga, I can have somebody touch you, but I'ma
Be the bigger man and leave that shit alone, cause Screw know
Who the real king thats on the throne, nigga you really need to
Come fuck wit me, cause I'll really really can't fuck wit me,
Nigga, Bitch

"Freestyle King Award"

"Freestyle King Award"


[talkin']
Nigga, 2000, Y2K
Me and Ron C all in yo muthafuckin' shit nigga
fo sho, ha, man it's goin' down
y'all boyz need to fo sho get that cotton candy
cotton mouth, all in yo' face nigga
Uh huh, Lil Flipper, The Leprechaun aka Da Freestyle King
Sucka Free, fuckin' with that Ron C
Dat Dodo, y'all blowin' bullshit
Indo nigga this what we blow...

[Lil' Flip]
We blow Indo, I might be on Jay Leno
They be like Flip, can you listen to my demo
I say naw nigga I got shows to do
After the concert, I got hoes to screw
If I'm on stage, I don't wanna be close to you
I got money nigga, I ain't gon' boast to you
What I'm supposed to do, is keep rappin'
Some niggas got gold in they mouth, I got platinum
I ain't cappin', what happened
I done blew up too quick
I'm the Lil' Flip, Da Freestyle King of the Screwed Up Click
I represent, I get head
Ride blue, ride black, I ride red
Fuck a Fed, I shake heads, when I'm in the club
Ball outta control, I got Indo dub sacks
How you love that, I ain't the Hot Boys
But you might see me in a drop top boy
I roll rolex, I got baggets, princess cuts
If I'm in the club, you'll see me, pimpin' sluts
That's what i do, nigga all the time
Get rotation on 97.9, that's The Box
Nigga got a TV sitcom on Fox
Used to be on blocks, slangin' rocks
Now I'm changin' dots, in my drop top prowler
Go to court, throw away the case, I got a prowler
Call her, nigga, Caller ID, a baller I be
She wanna fuck, I'ma call her and see
Take that hoe to Motel 6 or go to Tweety's
Pour a duece in the can, sold a four in Tahiti
Now I'm leanin', nigga, I'm in the green Beamer
Supa dupa fly like I'm Missy Misdemeanor
I'm Lil' Flip, nigga, I know you know me
Baggets and 30 pointers all on my rolly's
You might see me in a Expedition
With a sign on the back, that say let's go fishin'
I'ma balla, nigga I told you that
If I ain't ridin' green then I'm rollin' 'Llacs
I'm from the Clover, I'ma solja, I write rhymes in my folder
Hell yea, I got mo' crystals than Folgers
That's coffee, hoes wanna toss me, get off me
Cause I be ballin' outta control, hoes they stalk me
From Milwaukee, my Nextel, inhale, exhale
Half of my niggas locked up in jail
But I'm still on the block, puttin' it down
Nigga when I smile, bling, platinum puddin, you gotta frown
You be mad, cause you see me in a drop top Jag
50 G's for a car, that's not that bad
I can do that, if it's too fast, I can screw dat
Get the brand new drop, royal blue dat
Now I'm cruisin', niggas I be bruisin'
Gettin' all mad cause in the club, I be choosin'
I like yellabones, talk on PrimeCo telephones
Got hoes from Hine-Clark to Yellowstone
I'm in Homestead, killin' with the real niggas
We wearin' Platinum Fubu, y'all still wear Phil Hilfiger
I almost fucked up, but nigga I'm the king
I can freestyle all night til the doorbell ring
And all I do, is ride on chrome
And all I got, is DVD's inside my home
I got a Jacuzzi, I might watch Scary Movie
Hell yea, I get head from yo mama every Tuesday
This Lil' Flip, I bet cha know dat, show dat
Hell yea, you owe me some money, nigga you owe dat
So pay me, the radio gon' play me
Look at my yard, I got mo' toys than Kay-Bee
Who I am, The Leprechaun, Freestyle King
Change the color of my teeth and my byzletine
Now I'm platinum, nigga got a nigga name Crime
Open up my mouth, my piece shine, but Johnny got my blinded
y'all can just parallel park, when I open up my mouth, its farewell to the dark
I sip drank, flip pints, sip 8's, got hoes at Worthing, Sterling and Yates
And when I pick 'em up, nigga, I'ma take 'em to the room
Nigga, I'ma be the witch and you can ride my broom
Then you gone, I freestyle, I'm off the dome
I got all, satellites from the top of my home
I get gone in my zone, nigga, I'm in a Bentley
Niggas mad, they got Guess glasses, I wearin' Finley's
And S classes, jumpin' out, nigga Da King
Fuck y'all nigga, I'm jumpin' out limosuines

[talkin']
Nigga, Lil' Flip, Sucka Free, Swishahouse nigga,
we over here too nigga, we puttin' it down nigga,
the North and the South, nigga, how you do it, that was freestyle...

"Game Over (Flip)"

"Game Over (Flip)"


[Intro]
Fury
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[Chorus: repeat 4x]
Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip

[Verse One]
Ah shit, y'all done fucked up and let me in this bitch
I'm just your average hood nigga with dreams of gettin' rich (But you don't hear me)
My crib big like a football field (football field)
You might fuck around and think I signed a football deal (But you don't hear me)
I take 15 minutes to drop a track (yeah)
I take half a minute to load my gat (But you don't hear me)
I make 'em gloss all across the globe
I'm a pimp, I got your hoe takin' off her clothes (But you don't hear me)
A franchise like a Houston Rocket (Houston Rocket)
Every eight months is when I usually drop it (But you don't hear me)
I got the streets on lock, I like my beats with knock
You know my heat stay cocked, niggaaaaa

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Look, I'm a Christal nigga and you a red-winer
You just an opening act, but I'm the headliner (But you don't hear me)
I'm 'bout to ship 3 mill' off top
You got your deal off your man, I got my deal off props (But you don't hear me)
I'm connected like dub and Mach-10 with ice cubes in my watch
And dubs on the black Benz (But you don't hear me)
I'm getting' paid 'cause I do all the work
It's rainy days if we don't move all our work, we go bizirk (But you don't hear me)
I'm on the block fam, in the cream drop Lam
Most of ya'll cats with deals, y'all ain't hot man (But you don't hear me)
I'm 'bout to do it again, you 'bout to lose it again
It's show and tell motherfucker, I'm a prove it again

[Chorus]

The game over, 'cause shit about to change over
It's 'bout time 'cause hip-hop need a make over (But you don't hear me)
If most producers want to charge too much
But around my way that's how you get fucked up (But you don't hear me)
You might think we all beats and rhymes
But way before this rap shit, nigga, the streets was mine (But you don't hear me)
I got that hot shit, that "Thug Life" 'Pac shit
That get hot shit, that B.I.G. "Ready to Die" shit

[Chorus]

"Game Over (Remix)"
(feat. Young Buck (G-Unit) and Bun B (UGK))

"Game Over (Remix)"
(feat. Young Buck (G-Unit) and Bun B (UGK))



[Intro: Lil' flip / Chanting Flip in background]
Haha woooo
Game over yeah
Yeah the remix
The remix the remix the remix
Uh uh get wit G's on the G's
Game over swisha
Swisha fa sho we got
G-Unit in the building
Fa sho fa sho fa sho fa sho
UGK in the building
Fa sho fa sho uh uh
Its Lil' Flip Young Buck and Bun B
Holla at them holla at them

[Verse 1: Young Buck (Lil' Flip)]
My chain hanging 24's on my escalating
I smoke so much a lot people might think I'm Jamaican
(but you don't here me)
I know where straight to take straight to the dirty dirty
Where bun come from and lil' flip flip them birdy-birdies
(but you don't here me)
Me and Banks banging heading out in ATL
50 riding wit me blowing sticky down in Cashville
(but you don't here me)
We get the club crunk yall know how we do it
Now let me see ya stomp stomp in ya G-Unit
(but you don't here me)
They said I'm dressed like a thug, they won't let me in
Security better move or get up on my level then
(but you don't here me)
The hood in here where they at? (here we go Buck!)
Now lets buy the bar and drink til we cant no more

[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
Now who they want (flip flip flip flip,game over)
Flip flip flip flip (now who they want)
Flip flip flip flip (game over)
Flip flip flip flip (now who they want)
Flip flip flip flip (game over)
Flip flip flip flip (now who they want)
Flip flip flip flip (game over)

[Verse 2: Lil' Flip]
Lil' Flip is in the building (oh boy oh boy)
Aww **** I had to do a remix
I got a thousand dollar shirt and three hundred dollar kicks
(but you don't here me)
I know you mad cause your gal love my voice (ohhhhh)
I know you mad cause I'm on the cover of the source awards
(but you don't here me)
I take 15 minutes to drop a track boy
You ain't know I got Houston tatted on my back boy (but you don't here me)
I be in philly with beans, I be wit 50 in queens
I be in Houston wit bun I keep a gat clean
(but you don't here me)
I moved from the lap tame, to the rap game
My main goal it to try to stack chain (but you don't here me)
I'm the number 1 on the chart you at the bottom boy
Cause if I drop when you drop
It's a problem boy (but you don't hear me)
I got hits for days, I'm got fucked in ways
I'm big pimping like Jay, we dropping days
(but you don't here me)
It's Clover G's on the top of my chains
When I die put a crown on top my name (game over)

[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
Now who they want (ahhhhhhhhh)
Now who they want (flip flip flip flip,game over)
Flip flip flip flip (now who they want)
Flip flip flip flip (game over)
Flip flip flip flip (now who they want)
Flip flip flip flip (game over)
Flip flip flip flip (now who they want)
Flip flip flip flip (game over)

[Verse 3: Bun B]
Its the king of the underground its the king of the crib
In the candy Cadillac wit the pinky ring on the wheel
(but you don't here me)
Diamonds in the gestel woods, southern-style stunting
And its nothing when they come down on them buttons
(but you don't here me)
I saw they rims look like spinners but they not dabby
Thats the ?? but its not heavy (but you don't here me)
Wanna ball with the best (why?) just ball with the rest (high)
Got mo' TVs in my car than Best Buy (but you don't here me)
You could of best tried to cool on the best takeover
My nine to give you a new grill like Extreme Makeover
(but you don't here me)
Threw this pimpsy I'm holding threw this fakover
Just its lame as the same as the game over (game over)

[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
Game over (flip flip flip flip)
Game over (flip flip flip flip)
Now who they want (flip flip flip flip, game over)
Flip flip flip flip (now who they want)
Flip flip flip flip
Flip flip flip flip
Flip flip flip flip

{flip flip flip flip
Flip flip flip flip (game over)} [repeating till fade]

[Outro: Lil' Flip]
GAME OVER