Lil' Flip

"So Gone"
(feat. Big Shasta, C-Bo)

"So Gone"
(feat. Big Shasta, C-Bo)



[Hook: Big Shasta]
Now we can roll some berry blunts
Supersize two feet long
And when it's done stuff the bong
So we can smoke on
You know we got the sticky trees
That's why we make smoke songs
One thing I know for sure
Is that I'm so gone

[C-Bo]
Yeh M-J baby you mean everything to me
I built all my raps and goals, and life around you
I don't care what they think, I ain't right without you
I don't dip whip shit, through the night without you
Swisha, ciguerilla, cause you just so potent
Put the towel under the do', cause you just so open
I can see me wid you all in my life
I'm in my drop top rollin' down Sunset all through the night
Cause when I, fire ya up right, they know you're the truth
I just look at them other niggaz, cause they want a hit too
But I ain't into sharin' mines, less you one of my dogs
If you wid us it ain't shit we blow one of my logs
I keep the dro loose, like it's supposed to
So when they hit it they just choke like they supposed to
You wanna blow to?, you gon' need dough fool
You hit my blunt I snatch it back like I don't know you

[Lil' Flip]
Imagine ridin' down the highway eyes all blurry
Cops pull me over cause they know I'm in a hurry
I ain't worried I ain't ridin' dirty but I'm high as fuck
I hoppin' out like damn, you wanna buy my truck?
It must've been my luck, for me to get stopped
It must've been your luck, for you to get dropped
I roll the creme of the crop, the best shit nigga
We ain't fuckin' around wid that stress shit nigga
I went to Amsterdam, in a tannish Lan
I ain't wear my fuckin' jewelry they know who I am
I Lil' Flipper, the nigga who was leanin' to the left
Just, freestylin' eversince Jazzy Jeff, and the Fresh Prince
Well I'm the fresh king, you wearing little stones
I got begets in my ring, I got green weed purple weed
No more commercial weed, hah ha
That's how I do it smoke one G

[Hook]

"So Wrong"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, Young Buck, Nate Dogg & 50 Cent)

"So Wrong"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, Young Buck, Nate Dogg & 50 Cent)



[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
Life ain't what it used to be
I got these coward niggas shootin' me
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
It just ain't the same no more
A nigga trippin' and stressin' a whore
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I'm just sittin' back vibin' to some Al Green now
10, 11, 12 years in the game and I came from the Seenile
Got a gang of loved ones in the penile
Fighting for lives everyday but meanwhile
I see my life is sort of like theres
Cause other than moms and Boo-Boo nobody else cares
I know you think I'm tweekin'
But the only time I get to see my kids is on the visiting weekend
I ain't in no chains
But sometimes I get tested by the places I hang
And my game just banged on these niggas from the other side
Now I got reprecussions
Suckas is bustin'
Talk is cheap
And for some apparent reason the streets keep watchin' me
Well watch me
And watch ya back
Pop pop I got ya that
Ratta Tat
Nigga I stay strapped

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
Life ain't what it used to be
I got these coward niggas shootin' me
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
It just ain't the same no more
A nigga trippin' and stressin' a whore
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong

[Verse 2: Lil Flip]
I'm not a role model but you know I got the title
And I ain't no american idol
I'm more like the american pimp its no lie
so heres a slice of american pie
They told me not to rap but I'm doing my thang
I'm movin' my caine
Got pink, red and blue in my chain
Nigga I'm like a pimp writin' scripts
I got hits nigga
I fill the house with the bricks nigga
We on the grind
Got money on my mind
My niggas puff pine
Ya'll niggas sniff lines
You do the crime you do the time thats what they told me
I'm like LeBron my nigga you can't hold me
My nigga I can't back down
Get a brick and turn ya town into crack town
I'm on the blocks with them blocks
I don't run from the cops
Dump the yay cause I got

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
Life ain't what it used to be
I got these coward niggas shootin' me
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
It just ain't the same no more
A nigga trippin' and stressin' a whore
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong

[Verse 3: Young Buck]
These niggas wanna see me dead
Instead
I'm gettin' this bread
I'm not blue or red
But I'll put two to your head
They said I wouldn't make it to see 21 but I did
The last homie that got killed I closed his eyelid
Fuck friends cause in the end niggas turn they back
Just cause I smoked a blunt with ya don't mean we cool like that
And your hood ain't no harder than mine
I put in more work than you on your own block I know that you lyin'
I got one hand on the wheel other hand on my nine
Bitch come down here to Ca$hville I ain't hard to find
My section is protected by Smith And Westons and Rugers
A bunch of bulletproof vestes and some cold-hearted shooters
Motherfucker

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
Life ain't what it used to be
I got these coward niggas shootin' me
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
It just ain't the same no more
A nigga trippin' and stressin' a whore
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong

[50 Cent:]
By the way you know my DJ, Whoo Kid?
I get a phone call from these guys from 310
You know out there in L.A.?
You know I found out some new news about my DJ too
Yeah hes gonna be the first DJ with a Bentley
Its fucked up
Ya'll niggas ain't got no money
Ya'll need to get down with us
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
You know?
The wolves
Ya'll know what I mean?

"Sorry Lil' Mama"
(feat. Z-Ro, Nutt)

"Sorry Lil' Mama"
(feat. Z-Ro, Nutt)



[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Sorry lil'mama I gotta go
not tryna hit and run ya, but I got another show
it's already check out time-plus my plane leaves at fo'
give me them digits and a later date I'll fuck with you some mo'
mean while rollin on chrome, every lil'mama I run into wanna take me home
tryna give 'em all a fair share because they all want this bone
so don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam
I'm just tryna get some dome

[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
YEA Now if you rollin with me come now
I'm a gangsta I'll never put my gun down
I can't drive girl cause I'm high
I see ya belly ring, plus you gotta butterfly
twenty eights when I roll out
ten clear coats on my gold drop
what's yo name, where you from girl
gotta presidental suite, you can come girl
I got Cris'by the case load
what the hell ya baby daddy in my face fo'
now I'm reachin for my waist so
we got chicks in every state, WOAH

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - P-Nutt]
HUH the whip paid fo', she starin at my watch
I'm like what you in my face fo'(uhh)
she heard of rider gang, she wanna ride a gangsta
ride with a gangsta, I'm a type of gangsta
it ain't bout the fame she just diggin my nature
it ain't bout the change, she said want the paper
I'm feelin ya style and ya classy ways
I want my child in ya stomach but not havin my baby
anyway I'm a one night stand man
and after this night I'm a dump you like a trash can
like I set you on fire I can put you out
I was ya gas can and I can be ya water spout

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Z-Ro]
YEA I gotta Sprint, and a T Mobile, and a Nextel phone
and all three of 'em ringin, from bad ass bitches that wanna bone
take one or two calls, take one to the telly, and take one home
cuttin corners barely missin the curb-tryin not to break her bone
I'm sittin on choppa eighty-threes, and fresh ass meat
a nigga tryed to jack me for 'em so I opened up his chest last week
I'm rude as a mothafucker but I get nice when I recieve head
might fall off for a minute but I get back right when I recieve bread
talk up on somethin short and thick-go straight to the bed with it
but on the low low, cause someones always watchin like a fed visit
crucify the coochie then cut a couple of corners
cruisin with me in the Bentley soon as I borrow ya...

[Chorus]

"Starched & Cleaned"
(feat. Big Pokey, Lil' Keke)

"Starched & Cleaned"
(feat. Big Pokey, Lil' Keke)



Let's do it!

[Chorus (4x)]
Starched and cleaned
Poppin' out lookin' good
I still represent the same... neighborhood

[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
Aye... the whole world like "Flip where the fuck you been?"
On vacation, ridin' in my Maybach Benz (yeaahh)
I'm swangin' left and right like I ain't got no license
The nine on my hip I call it "Iron" Mike Tyson
And you already know what we mix our Sprites in (sizzurp)
Yellow gold that's where we dip our ice in (bling!)
Your hoes that's where we stick our pipes in
Homie I'm freeestylin', I'm not writin'
Man I be reppin' Texas way harder than y'all (harder than y'all)
I'm a millionaire dawg, I'm way smarter than y'all (smart than y'all)
I got 15 pieces, cars with no leases
A DJ Screw shirt in the v-suits with cream, you know I'm

[Chorus (4x)]

[Verse 2 - Lil' Flip]
Big Pokey, he from Yellow Stone
I be rollin' hella chrome
Clover watch with yellow stones (I'm shinin'!)
Cook the work then get it gone
Break it down to all zones and don't be talkin' on your phone (hello... cause we grindin'!)
See I be gettin' cash now, my 84's glass now
Ya be ridin' on 3's, you ain't like them Clover G's
I got a ticket at the light cause my rims ain't stop (stop!)
And I hope he don't smell all this smoke comin' out
You know the Clover G's first, then Sqad-Up next (next)
So all my enemies you better guard ya chest (yep!)
Cause everyday I'm fly now, yeah my paper high now
And I represent the Screwed Up Click until I die ha!

[Chorus (4x)]

[Verse 3 - Big Pokey]
I'm a H-Town nigga (Tex)
Stay down nigga
Parkin' out at the club, at the playground nigga (aye)
I don't lay down nigga (why?)
I lay niggas down (how many?)
I rock Sean John lining, and I don't play around
I push mo' teeth than the motiff
I get my grind on homie
Everything starched down, like I gotta get my eye on (pop my collar)
And I still represent the same neighborhood (what's that?)
Yellow Stone with my yellow stones against the wood (aye)
I'm a hood nigga, tight white, white ones
Bad bitches get head pinned
I'mma go pull out the right ones
I shine like diamonds, swangin' wide with the roof back
Cushion the amp with the roof cracked
Dawg is hot, I'mma loot that

[Verse 4 - Lil' Keke]
Ayyyyeee....
I'm poppin' out and lookin 'good fresh out that wood grain
Recline the buck and hold the cup befo' I switch lane
I'm in that brain stain, where seven disc change
It's in the wind, but spinnin' rims when the speed gain (gain)
Oh yeah this Ke man, plus I stay starched and cleaned
I'm poppin' doors and pullin' hoes befo' I flee the scene
They catch us steppin' out with foreign doors and plenty slab
It's Don Ke and young Flippa, niggas do the math
The doors suicide (cide), the brains blowin' out (blowin' out)
It's chrome strutzin', buttergutcha, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
It's S.U.C., Screwston, Texas so we slowed down
You sip you drank and get you bank, this is H-Town

[Chorus (5x)]

"Stay Ballin'"
(feat. Yukmouth, Big Shasta)

"Stay Ballin'"
(feat. Yukmouth, Big Shasta)



[Talking]
Ay man, I'ma tell you one thing man
Ay we stay ballin now (for real)
Lil' Flip is in the buildin (Clover Geez)
Yukmouth is in the buildin (Rap-A-Lot)
So all y'all rappers pretendin like you got money
We gon put y'all in y'all place

[Chorus: Big Shasta (Lil' Flip) {Yukomuth} - 2x]
We stay ballin
(You know my homies down to ride
I represent the Southside with pride) (Southside)
We stay ballin
{You know my homies down to ride
I represent the Westside with pride} (Westside)

[Lil' Flip]
Now he'll make a old lady feel like a virgin
We in the back of the Maybach, dude close the curtains
The paparazzi tryin to get another flick of me
Police muggin like I got a couple bricks on me
They hate when rappers come in town and have they club crunk
Cause we get e'rybody high and leave the club drunk
Poppin bottles, coppin tiles, puttin rims on it
I got mo' paper than you, I put my gems on it
How many rappers walk around rockin three clovers
A German car but I got a Portuguese chauffeur
No penny loafers, I ain't Mike But I'm Bad nigga
And for that paper I'll get up in yo ass nigga
You too commercial, I'll hurt you and let that nine squirt you
Yeah, I know you got a H2, but mine purple
I buy that shit you never knew existed
I hit the road and get paid, you come back home evicted, we stay ballin

[Chorus - 2x]

[Lil' Flip]
Now can you, picture me roamin, high in my lowrider
I only wear t-shirts, so fuck Prada
I used to have to win battles rhymin on my turf
But now I'm walkin around with diamonds in my shirt
Wrist glitted, car kitted, I'm so gutter
Even when it's Winter time I got fo' hustlers
But when you get rich that's when the snakes come
I had to figure out the real niggas from the fake ones
This rap shit got a nigga goin overseas
But from Houston to Zurich we all smokin weed
Them Clover Geez makin moves while y'all standin still
Nigga my fuckin swimmin pool cost a quarter mil'
Cause I'm a big mack, ridin in my big 'Lac
Like 3-57 with a little kick back
We miss you 2Pac, we miss you Biggie Smalls
Until we meet again, me and Yuk' gon ball, oh boy,oh boy

[Big Shasta (Lil' flip)]
All my potnas got loot too, yeah
(Hell yeah we got loot too man, what you think?)
Said I'd rather ball with you
(You know we ballin man, rose gold and platinu, what?)
And we flippin new Benz Coupes, yeah
(Just bought that new Coupe off the lot, no miles)
And we ridin on 22's
(Deuce-deuce's baby)

[Yukmouth]
Geah, geah, Yukmouth I'm Godzilla, ridin with Lil' Flippa
Y'all rappers buyin adapters we ridin on real spinners
With goons and gorillas we ridin with real killers
Cancun and the Villa, we playin with real scrilla, nigga
I'm still ballin, flossin and shot callin
Yuk' and Lil' Flip gon show you who boss hoggin
Y'all stompin artist, all of my rocks flawless
Still get the whole club jumpin like hydralics
I spit the hottest flows, overseas rockin shows
Still keep a flock of hoes at Roscoe's and Pappadeux
Rose gold and black diamonds is Rocky Road
Still aim, lock, and load, they'll kill you for some stop-n-go's
I rep the Westcoast, Flip represent the South
Shine with the down payment for a house in my mouth
I rock chains like Slick Rick in '82
Bentley Coupe navy blue,and still ball for DJ Screw

What, what, what, what
Yeah, we still ball for DJ Screw

[Chorus - 2x]

"Still Ballin'"
(feat. Pimpin' Ken)

"Still Ballin'"
(feat. Pimpin' Ken)



[Lil' Flip: talking]
Still ballin'
Ye, we still ballin'
Still ballin', haha
Ye, real definition of ballin'

[Lil' Flip]
I'm still ballin', like trick daddy and pac
Pullin' up in the big do' caddy drop
So top that, I bet you can't cop that
I let you niggaz eat, now I want my spot back
Nigga, I the streets, I bring the heat
Yo bitch can't be a muslim, because she suckin' me
Balls, cuz I crawl, down to see ya'll smokin'
I even get love, way down in Oakland
Feel my pain, and feel my shit
Give me ten minutes, I'll give ya a hit
Just give me a drawin', give me a kick
And watch me drop some tight ass shit
Still ballin', we change to diamonds you knw they still callin'
Twenty inch sprewells still crawlin'
So that mean lil flip is ballin'
I know you see the car, you see the ride
You look in my eyes, you see I'm high
The niggaz beef, thinkin' I'm slippin'
But the reason I'm up, is I ain't sippin'
I used to have a golden smile
Now I fuck wit golden child
I went to school, I graduated
Nineteen ninety nine I navigated
Jumpin' out the lincoln, iceberg swaggin'
Yeah I got money, so it ain't really braggin'
Niggaz be hatin', over hoes that I'm datin'
I'm freestylin', this is demonstration
Bitch ass niggaz wanna act like they hard
Everybody in the world, know you fraud
Oh, you too old for that shit, you need to grow the fuck up
Nah, but on the real you need to blow the fuck up
Or shut the fuck up, and get out the game
Cuz I'm michael Jordan, and I want another rang
And I know you mad, cuz I'm the champion
I know you like to stirred, but it can't be done
bitch!

[Lil' Flip: talking]
Haha, still ballin'
Haha, it's ya boi lil flip
This the new underground shit
Straight freestyles shit
Niggaz ain't on that battle rap shit no mo
Sell some records
You can be the best battler nigga
but if you can't sell no records, they gon drop ya
Now battle that
Platinum record, one single
I run the south, biatch
Shout out to my niggaz Play-n-Skillz
Motherfuckin' Dallas, Houston connection
We ballin', nigga
Feel me, screwed up Texas
You know how we do

"Sun Don't Shine"

"Sun Don't Shine"


I thank god everyday
For paving the way
Cause he made me what I am 2day
A young entrepreneur with amazing talent
In order 2 b the best you must take the challenge
I'm trying 2 b number 1 cause number 2 don't matter
People trying 2 pull you down when you climb the ladder
Hate 2 c u up but they love it when you down
That's why I'm always quiet when I come around
cause talk is cheap that's why I rap
I'm getting NBA money with no salary cap
Mama it feels good to put money in your mailbox
This for my niggas locked up in the cell blocks

[Chorus 2x]
Cause the sun don't shine
That's why I spit these rhymes
To ease my mind
For real I got to get away

In life you go through drama and pain
And when someone close dies it'll give you a migraine
And a whole lot of stress, a whole lot of tears
The days turn into nights, the nights turn into years
I'm not happy here, I'm on another atmosphere
I got to get away just to get my mind clear
That's why I smoke so much it relieves my stress
Just imagine everyday I got to wear my vest
I got to watch my back
Cause niggas hiding the jack
When you see these moving you like fuck you feel that
To all my niggas in jail you better keep your head up
To my niggas in the hood you better keep your bread up

[Chorus 2x]
Cause the sun don't shine
That's why I spit these rhymes
To ease my mind
For real I got to get away

If I died today I have lived my life
And if I could do it again Id do it twice
No more moving white or shooting dice
Or creeping late night trying to screw your wife
Cause I'm a changed man with the heart of a lion
Even if I was a midget id be fighting a giant
Ill never give up I'm from the home of the braves
I'm still ballin like pac from the cradle to the grave

[Chorus 3x]
Cause the sun don't shine
That's why I spit these rhymes
To ease my mind
For real I got to get away

"Sunny Day"
(feat. Big Shasta)

"Sunny Day"
(feat. Big Shasta)



[Hook: Big Shasta]
we rollin on chrome
flossin its a sunny day
niggas smokin blunts
blowin light green hay
all about our cash
we worked hard and got paid
stacks mutiplied now its
time to parlay

[Lil' Flip]
its a sunny day so I'm a pull out the drop
no chain today but I'm a pull out the watch
you know I'm iced out (bling!)lookin like a wedding cake
I hear niggas whisperin man I bet its fake
But I got cash ride around in drop Jags
with my top back interior all black
With leather seats rimmed up 4 times
I'm in the V-12 watch me blow down
you know me I gotta put my stunt down
and when the laws pass by I put my blunt down
cause I stay high like a telophone pole
And I roll on vogues and pimp yellow bone hoes
Swangas and blades is what we sit on
I'm talking on my "flip phone", ya get it "flip phone"
Smokin on a zone of that sticky-icky-green
Hoes see me in the Jag and say "Flip thinks he clean..."

[Hook: Big Shasta rp.2x]

[Lil' Flip]
I'm at the beach party in a pearl white drop
I had to take my bracelet off cause the girls might bop
white Airforce ones Fat Albert tank top Nike head band
long braids hang out hoes everywhere man its goin down
the traffics so bad cops sayin turn around
but you know niggas we gonna try to sneak in
some niggas going broke tryna ball this weekend
and TJ takin flicks wit bad broads, Hump in the Benz
Redd in the Jaguar, we leaned out you know
our car screened out and if we aint ridin 20s
we chrome 19ed out 84s got me shinin in the lane
we been ridin blades stop stealin our slang!
you know what we really ballin down south and all
niggas jammin Screw and Swisha House...

[Hook: Big Shasta rp2x]

[Lil' Flip]
man!...

[Big Shasta breakdown]
we rollin on chrome
(rollin on chrome)
and we looking good
(you know we lookin good)
grippin on wood...
its a sunny day in the hood!

[Lil' Flip]
you see them 20s spinnin when I'm swangin down the strip
Diamonds hanging off my lip, my trunk bangin like a crip
niggas thinkin I'ma slip but I cain't
If a hater try to jack I'm a waste 'em like drank
I'm ridin on a full tank, switchin lanes like Maurice
Baguettes on my teeth, maurcetts on my teeth
Iceberg on my feet, the Speedy Gonzales
Big Mar, & Big Hawk yea them my compadres
we ball everyday like Catino Mobley
I gotta Cartier but have you seen my Roley
I ride Navigator its my Navigator
I feel like Tela "bound by haters"as I
slide by Jaimiaca sippin medicine
we wanna bring our cups in but they wont
let us in so we hit cornbreads and go back
to the house I'm a hold it down for Screw
know what I'm talking bout!...

[Hook: Big Shasta rp]

"Sunshine"
(feat. Lea)

"Sunshine"
(feat. Lea)



[Intro: Lea, (Lil' Flip)]

[Lea] Uhhhhhhh
[Lil' Flip] Yeeah
[Lea] Ohh, ohh, ohh, oh baby
[Lil' Flip] Lil' Flipper (Lil' Flipper)
[Lea] Ooh baby
[Lil' Flip] My girl Lea (my girl Lea) hit it

[Chorus: Lea]
Sunshine
I can call you my baby boy
You can call me your baby girl
Maybe we can spend some time (some time)
I can be your sunshine!
I can call you my baby boy
You can call me your baby girl
Maybe we can spend some time (some time)
I can be your sunshine!

[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
Look, I know you wanna chill wit a player
But all you got to do is keep it real wit a player
Just answer your phone whenever I call
Cause I'm riding on chrome whenever I ball
I like them short and tall but not too thick
I just walk in the spot and take my pick
And they wanna roll cause they like my style
And when I pop my collar I make them smile
I need a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets
That know how to cook cause a nigga like to eat
Spaghetti, shrimp and steak and I'll adore you
I'll treat you like milk, I'll do nothing but spoil you

[Chorus: Lea]

[Verse 2: Lil' Flip]
I know your friends wanna holla cause I got them dollars
Push the Maybach Monday, tuesday Impala
I switch whips like kicks I'm a balla (I'm a balla)
And if I get your phone number I'm a call ya (I'm a call ya)
And we can meet up the next day and chill
But I'm always on the road baby girl, that's how I live
I got bills to pay, I got moves to make
But when my plane touch down, pick me up at 8:00, don't be late

[Chorus: Lea]

[Verse 3: Lea]
We don't have to be in love (love)
We can just be friends!
I will be right there, beginning to the end!
I can bring my girls (girls), you can bring your friends (friends)
We can both have fun, don't want this stuff to end!

[Verse 4: Lil' Flip]
They say love is pain and pain is love
I know ya Momma mad cause you talk to a thug
You think you know my type but you ain't got no clue
About - what a real real nigga like me do
I like to stack my bread and flip my chips
And I can change ya life if ya get wit Flip
I take private jets to Vegas, man
It's twenty bread each pick cause I'm major man
We can cruise the world in a Bently Azure
But don't worry, the chauffer open the door
You couldn't ask for more cause we got it all (we got it all)
Cause you my baby girl right?, right?

[Chorus: Lea]

[Outro: Lea]
We don't have to be in love (love)
We don't have to be in love (love)