Fabolous

[fox69]

"I'm Raw"

"I'm Raw"



Raw, raw, raw, raw
Raw, raw, raw, raw
Raw, raw, raw, raw

So hearing that any nigga out cook me
Is suspect as R. Kelly with girl scout cookies
When you talkin' to a pro watch ya mouth rookie
Go in ya shit, have ya teeth playin' mouth hookie, nice

You niggas must of heard me wrong
I blame them horses when I turn that Porche turby on
My engine gettin' his Kentucky Derby on
Seats is brunette, paint is dirty blonde

Speakin' of dirty blond, say hi to curvy don, Fergie John
With the body movement of a turbion
I just watch her, it's been a hectic year so I sit and get fried
Call the weed electric chair

But ya'll on death row, one request left
You lookin' for ya girl, oh, she just left
Her and my dick just became B-F-F's
Then I threw her out like Jazzy J-E-F-F

I'm raw dawg, ya'll safe sex
You dicks belong in latex, not tape decks
You can't see me neither can the flunkies under you
My shit bananas, like a monkey no.2

I'm bigger than that, more like guerrilla though
Nick name funeral got that from this killer flow
Err things still a go, my pockets be extra fat
Big money on deck like a rods next to bat, shit

Somebody contact the tabloids
I'm a big deal like a contract from Bad Boy
Yeah, it's all good baby, baby
My swag plays a big part so it's all gravy

We hit the club like Nino in the C-M-B, yeah
Pretty mixed, bitch, I just call her P-M-B, yeah
Watch ya step, baby, gettin' out that G-M-C
You bust yo ass, girl, we both gon be on T-M-Z

Don't be shy, let them cameras expose you
The worst that can happen is a amber rose you
People runnin' up like damn, I knows you
Hey, ain't you? Yeah, I am that bitch

6 feet deep, nigga, yeah, I am that ditch
Throw it in the bag in the recession, I am that rich
I'm under close watch, niggas got binoculars
I ain't what's poppin', bitch, I'm what's popular

If I'm the one to go at, nigga, what's stoppin' ya?
I call my gun, Nadia and I be finger poppin' her
Keep that bitch comin' like blakka, blakka
Go to yo head like a shot of vodka

Rocka sick fit call a doctor, potna
You think I had a Gucci deal, Waka Flocka
Yeah, I am too fuckin' raw
Yeah, you heard me, I am too fuckin' raw

Raw, raw, raw, raw
Raw, raw, raw, raw
Raw, raw, raw, raw
Raw, raw, raw, raw
Raw, raw, raw, raw
Raw, raw, raw, raw

 

[fox69]

"I'm The Man"
(feat. Red Cafe)

"I'm The Man"
(feat. Red Cafe)



[ad libs for the first 22 seconds]

[Chorus: Red Cafe]
Excuse me! I happen to be the boss man
Excuse me! I happen to be the weatherman
Excuse me! I happen to be the ice man
Excuse me! I happen to be the dopeman
And I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man
I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man
And I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man
I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man

[Fabolous - over second half of Chorus]
That's me
The motherfuckin man, 'Lo-so
Due to the present in your past
In present where your man bitch?

[Fabolous]
Yes, I'm the man, yes shorty I'm the man
I'm so fly there's no tellin when I'ma land
You tryin to come up on somethin mami I'm the player
So play the cards you was dealt baby I'm the hand
Young Denzel, I'm the inside man
They open they legs to let me inside man
I work the middle, call it an inside job
The hey mon, I got ten side jobs
The boss man, the ice man and weatherman
The weed man for Redman and Method Man
The dope man, the gun man, the mailman
The spokesman, the cheer man, the salesman
Used to spread the white shit like hail man
And I moved more bags than the bellman
Now I'm the man of the da-da-da-da-damn
If you ain't get the message let me tell you who I am (BITCH~!)

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
Yeah... I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man
Lookin for some good shit, then I'm your man
Just say my name three times like Candyman
I pop up, fix it up like a handyman
You know how the man do, Coupe is all mad new
Ginoblis, but the truck is on Kobes
Through the bulletproof when you're in the Sport man
The slugs come through your window like grown man
Aww man~! There go your man again
I fifth him up, stiff him up like a mannequin
I ain't trippin but dude think he the Man of Steel
He slippin up and he don't even see banana peels
And one night I made plans to do him
The bitch is so easy a caveman could do it
She know I'm the man of the da-da-da-da-damn
But F-Y-I, let me tell you who I am (BITCH~!)

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"If They Want It"
(feat. DJ Clue)

"If They Want It"
(feat. DJ Clue)



[Verse 1]
F-A-B-O, L-O-U-S
F-A-B-O, L-O-U-S
I don't understand how niggaz insist to knows bout
How we spend car money to glist our rollz out
Play bars and buy the Cris and Moes out
Flash benjies just to twist the hoez out
Fabolous the one from the Menatti Mix
Known to have more kicks than karate flicks
Slim nigga in a big body six
Wit enough doe and pull to gotti fixed
If I wasn't rappin I'd have a ??
Down south in a town you never heard before
Dealin wit weight Columbians would murder for
?? cats I keep burnin' for furthermore
I'm the nigga every freak press be in a sleek s
That'z gon need week rest after greekfest
Jump in private jets just to sneak west
Bet these calico shots rip through ya weak flesh

[Chorus]
Niggaz want it, now they get it
Bitches on it, now they wit it
Flooded up and custom fitted
Tinted up and bb kinted
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it

[Verse 2]
Now sports the kind of nigga you could spot everyday
Sip lots of cherry 'ze in a hot chevy 'le
I know's a few niggas that plot to bury J
Wanna scar my face put a shot in my derrier
What you gon do when we send shots from every way
We got perion while y'all got perrier
I strut past in diamonds that could cut glass
Wit dime bitches that'll make a nigga nut fast
Now I gotta fiend bout to throw some chrome on a quarter
Cop a crown and put stones on a border
Smoke the trees now that'z grown underwater
Still keep 9's that'll put ya bones out of order
Got the condo cats will leave ya dead for
Chicks givin sarges and crucial head for
That make local cops go to feds for
Anything you want nigga now I got the bread for

[Repeat Chorus]

[DJ Clue talkin...]

New York is gettin money
VA is gettin money
L.A. is gettin money
Fabolous is gettin money

[Verse 3]
Fabolous so cool I could play texas
In avirex's light gray Lexus
Rockin white diamonds wit a gray necklace
Fuck and bounce don't even stay for breakfast
We doin shit that'll make maid neck twist
Wit a fancy chick we pay to pet kiss
Fuck studs I'm bout to throw bagettes in my ear
And be getting head from brunettes in a lear
If you ain't talkin money I don't wanna chit chat
Throwin parties in Jamaica when I hit plat
Receivin chips thugs catch cases for
Make bitches beat me til my waist is sore
Sport come through nigga like checks on the first
Doin the bump drivin a Lex in reverse
Now we don't pop it unless it's a hundred a wop
And I'ma keep hittin y'all like an abusive pops

[Repeat Chorus]

[DJ Clue Talkin...]

Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it

F-A-B-O, L-O-U-S
F-A-B-O, L-O-U-S

[DJ Clue Talkin...]

 

[fox69]

"Imma Do It"

"Imma Do It"


[Chorus]
The block got my back, and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back
Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me
Errybody and their momma call the feds on me

I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
Look I don't knew it I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
I got money in my head but I'm riding in the
drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop)

[Verse 1]
Yeaah, feeling just like JFK
In the city that little fly like JFK
Sometimes La Guardia, I ain't gonna lie to ya
If looks can kill then my style might bother ya

That's why I'm with Nadia, I call my gun Nadia
When she say hi to ya, Ba-ba-bye to ya
Make it sound like saudia
Arabia, maybe ya haters ya
Watch what he say to her, Ya think
I can hold my head high or die or I can live and duck
My attitude is celibate, I don't give a fuck

[Chorus]
The block got my back, and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back
Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me
Errybody and their momma call the feds on me

I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
Look I don't knew it I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
I got money in my head but I'm riding in the
drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop)

[Verse 2]
Yaa
Who are you to tell me how to conduct myself
Why don't you practice safe sex and go fuck yourself
The rumor is that I'm a hazard to a suckers health
I coulda told you that, Ya I coulda told you that
Picture me, now I'm fly, Where is them exposures at
Right here, on my lap that's where my composure's at
I'm back like a gun cocked I'm so cool, that
If go to hell, all I'll need is my sunblock
Nigga hold your head high and die, or live and duck
My attitude it celibate, I don't give a fuck

[Chorus]
The block got my back, and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back
Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me
Errybody and their momma call the feds on me

I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
Look I don't knew it I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
I got money in my head but I'm riding in the
drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop)

[Verse 3]
I mean lets be honest
Ya never liked a nigga
Trying to lesbian this
So I kept the strap on
Clap off clap on, lights out like flights out
You could be departed
Never me who started
I Lambo gallard it
I am vehically challenged
That means the car is retarded
But regardless, I'm tin man, heartless
No love hate son, looking for love get a show on VH1

Nigga hold your head high and die, or live and duck
My attitude is virgin, still don't give a fuck

[Chorus]
The block got my back, and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back
Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me
Errybody and their momma call the feds on me

I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
Look I don't knew it I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
I got money in my head but I'm riding in the
drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop)

 

[fox69]

"In My Hood"

"In My Hood"


[Chorus]
When you grow up in my hood
Help don't show up in my hood
Gang signs go up in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood
Feel like I'm trapped in my hood
Young kids get clapped in my hood
That's why I'm strapped in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood
In..my..hood, in my hood, in my hood

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I'm always close to..
Feeling like a corner stander, stoop sitter, or hallway post-er
No matter where I go it's always 'posed to, feel just like I'm (in my hood)
Cops drive in it every 5 minutes, look at your faces, pat your waists'
Try to find the stash where the gats and base is, I can't say that they racist
But I know.. it ain't the same in they town
And as fucked up as it may sound (in my hood)
It's 2 ways to make it happen off the streets
Balling on the courts or rapping off the beats
You hear the shells tappin' off the 'crete, when they clappin' off the heat
Then the yellow tape's trappin off the street
But that's the way we was raised
Preying to God, hoping that he keep us out the way of them strays

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
They drink 'til the cups dry, eat 'til the plate's clean
Niggaz be in state greens 'fore they turn 18
'Round here you never let the beef slide twice
Everybody raised on 4 wings and beef fried rice
Them mothers are getting younger today
Got one by the hand, one in the stroller and one on the way
We don't have role models
But we got them handguns that hold hollows (in my hood)
Ain't no diplomas or degrees
But you can get high from the aroma of the trees (in my hood)
I know it like navigation, and fuck having patience
I'ma get mine, you better get yours, cuz everyday is a struggle
And One-Time ride through everyday just to bug you
That's how it is, cuz your rights be wrong
And everybody got a white T on, when you're in..my..hood

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Fab]
We try to make the most of what we got
You either been hit, or been close to gettin shot (in my hood)
Any nigga that boast be getting got
And dopeheads fiend to get a dose of what we got
And young niggaz be like they slow
But you give them a blunt..bet they roll the weed like a pro
If you trick it's not a problem it gets you laid
But if you stick without a condom, it gets you AIDS
No Sesame Street, kids watch BET
Look up to niggaz that don't got a GED
I know a dude with the deadbeat tag
Kids don't got diapers but he ridin' in the red G-Wag'
In the hood, you and your beef is sure to bump heads
And everybody grew up sleepin on bunk beds
They telling me to vote..and I would
If it made a change in my hood..mu'fucka.

[Chorus]

[Fab talks 'til the end]

 

[fox69]

"In The Morning"

"In The Morning"



Shawty you autumn time cool
But they don't see your beauty fuck all them blind fools
body so mean that its border line cruel
work 8 to 3, then from 4 to 9 school
Dominican girl who knows more than mangú
she say lets stay in the room and order Dom Cruz
it sounds like a plan
’cause girl once I got you by your limbs
that guy who spot you at the gym cant put it down like I can
I wanna take you places further than where your feet walk
why scream when your voice is better for sweet talk
a little accent, cute ass lisp
first a toast is said then a flute glass kiss
I like it when you whip yo hair, but that's Willow fault
I speak body language, fuck pillow talk
we can wake up ’round noon on a saturday
and make a fuckin movie, now that's a matinee
but on the weekdays I wanna be yo’ wake up call
kiss yo’ face before you put that make up all over it
you go from gettin’ ready at the bathroom sink to gettin’ bent over it
then its over with
now you rushin’ to work, iPod touchin’ yo purse
I'ma let you go but not without touchin’ it first
when you think ’bout it later you blush and you smirk
your co-workers thinkin’ you got a crush on the clerk
you always talk about yo boss, about how much of a jerk he is
but tell me baby does he touch you and flirt?
’cause that's how such and such get hurt
and lame ass niggas start bringin’ crutches to work
I know you got it girl, I trust in your work
ladies is pimps too, go ‘head brush off the dirt
I be here when you get off with dutches and purp
I want you after dinner, your such a dessert
the night is lookin’ sweet the only thing I'm tryna bite is yo physique
and in most cases with you
only thing I wanna fight is gettin sleep ’cause I eat and go to sleep
you know I is in the sheets, niceeeee
don't touch it, let my eyes do the undressin’
play Usher and take ya back to confessions
I wanna crush ya’ nevermind the tongue wrestlin’
wont rush ya, one question

Can I Hit it in the mornin’
Can I Hit it in the mornin’
Can I Hit it in the mornin’
sun risin’ while you yawnin’
shawty, can I Hit it in the mornin’
shawty, can I Hit it in the mornin’
shawty, can I Hit it in the mornin’
shawty sun risin’ while you yawnin’

 

[fox69]

"Into You"
(feat. Ashanti)

"Into You"
(feat. Ashanti)



Babygirl (I’ll really like)
Desert Storm (yeah)

I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you now
I wanna be more than a friend to you now
When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now
And I don’t bring the problems from the 90s and the 2 thou
There's no reason to have a friend or two now
'cause the kid's ready to tell you how he feels and a few vows
Maybe I speak in general now
But girl, I'm gonna do whatever just to keep a grin on you now
Where I roll, they wear bikinis in the winter too now
What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now?
Why wouldn’t I wanna spend a few thou
On fifth ave, shopping sprees and them dinners to chow
I ain't concerned with other men with you now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
And any dude with you, he better be a kin to you now
And I ain't jealous, it’s the principle now
I’m so into you

[Chorus:]
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you

Come on ma
It’s more than a flashing
I would've traded it all in orderly fashion
My villa in Florida we crashing
Just off the shore so you can hear when the water be splashing
The Drop top 3 in the quota we dashing
Flawless diamonds in the water we flashing
The money we ought to be stashing
I make sure every quarter be cashed in

I can’t really explain it
My friends be thinking I’m slipping
These girls be thinking I’m tripping
What kind of weed you be smoking
What type of drinks you be sipping
Sweet thing just to think of you dipping
Would have me with the blue so hard
You would think I was cripping
Now you relaxing in the Benz
Credit cards are no limits
So you don’t worry about maxing when you spends
But since you been asking about the friends
How’d you like it if both our names had Jackson on the ends

[Chorus]

I don’t wanna trip, but the truth is
Girl the way you cook a steak
Remind me of the strips to Ruth Chris
you love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is
With you it ain't because my whips is ruthless
So sit on chrome, dip the deuces
And you ain't flattered by Canary’s and VS dip tay seuces
All the ballers look dumb when they press you
Five and sixes, you don’t let them kinda #’s impress you
Even though I was so unsuccessful
Being a player was becoming too stressful
But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter’s been wonderful, my summer’s been special
That’s why the same bar while the villa been painted
Just so we can really get acquainted
The love is real, there’s no way you can feel like it’s tainted
But I can’t really explain it, yeah

[Chorus x2]

Oh, no no no no no
Oh no no
So many

 

[fox69]

"Into You (Remix)"

"Into You (Remix)"



I think your truly something special
Just what my dreams are really made of (dreams r really made of)
Lets stay together you and me boy
There's no 1 like you around Oh baby
ooh you know that I love you yea yes
oh hooo oh
oh oh

I can't really explain it
I'm so into you now
I wanna be more than a friend to you now
When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now
And I don't bring the problems from the 90s and the 2 thou
Theres no reason to have a friend or two now
Cause the kids ready to tell you how he feel and a few vows
Maybe I speak in general now
But girl, I'm gonna do whatever just to keep a grin on you now
where I go, they wear bikinis in the winter too now
What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now?
Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou
On fifth ave, shopping sprees and them dinners to chow
I ain't concerned with other men with you now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
And any dude with you, he better be a king to you now
And I ain't jealous, it's the principle now
I'm so into you

I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you

Come on ma
It's more than a flashing
I would've traded it all in orderly fashion
My villa in Florida we crashing
Just off the shore so you can hear when the water be splashing
The Drop top 3 in the quota we dashing
Flawless diamonds in the water we flashing
The money we ought to be stashing
I make sure ever quarter be cashed in

I can't really explain it
My friends be thinking I'm slipping
These girls be thinking I'm tripping
What kinda weed you be smoking
What type of drinks you be sipping
Sweet thing just to think of you dipping
Would have me with the blue so hard
You would think I was crippin
Now you relaxing in the Benz
Credit cards are no limits
So you don't worry about maxing when you spends
But since you been asking about the friends
How'd you like it if both our names had Jackson on the ends

I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you

I don't wanna trip, but the truth is
Girl the way you cook a steak
Remind me of them trips to Roofchris
you love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is
With you it ain't because my whips is ruthless
So sit on chrome, dip the deuces
And you ain't flattered by Canary's and VS dip tay seuces
All the ballers look dumb when they press you
Five and sixes, you don't let them kinda #'s impress you
Even though I was somewhat successful
Being a player was becoming too stressful
But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special
Let's fly to St Bart while the villa been painted
Just so we can really get acquainted
The love is real, there's no way you can feel like it's tainted
But I can't really explain it, yeah

I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you

I really like what I feel when I'm with you
You're a dream come true
Don't you ever leave my side o no
Cause it feels so rite

I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you

 

[fox69]

"Intro"

"Intro"


[DJ Clue talking]

Yeah, this is the world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm Fabolous the album Street Dreams,
I mean we all Street Dream
from sometime to another you know fast cars, cash, women,
living the life, my boy Fabolous
he is living Street Dreams ya'll...

 

[fox69]

"Intro"

"Intro"




Ladies and gentlemen
I now welcome you to the Gangsta Grillz {"Gangsta, gangsta"}
{"DJ Drama!"} Drama! You know what this is right?
{"Gangsta Grizzill!"} This is that
The, the Grillz, the the, the Grillz [4X]

You see I come from the bottom, but I stay on the top
You might need a ladder shorty cause I'm way on the top
That's right I'm rich and I'm young like it say on my top
And if you ask my bottom bitch, bet she say I'm on top

"You see I come from bottom, but I stay on the top" [scratched]

You see I come from the bottom, but I stay on the top
You might need a ladder shorty cause I'm way on the top {"Gangsta Grizzill!"}
That's right I'm rich and I'm young like it say on my top
And if you ask my bottom bitch, bet she say I'm on top
I got no patience for slow hoes, so catch up bitch
The best be comin to those who wait but I ain't ketchup bitch
I flip fast as lightswitch (hey) that's right bitch (hey)
I don't swing at e'rything, just the right pitch
You're over a 8, you're over the plate
Send her over send her over I Red Rover your date
Tell your boo boo don't get cuckoo go 'head over the hate
You know how many people end up dead over they dates?
She's a GROUPIE, when I head over it's late
But pull a LUPE, soon as the head's over I skate
Yeah, I'm "Kick Pushin," leave they ass whooshin
I just push for the head, you can say I'm mushin
Slide on these Nikes with my name in the cushion
Same style as the plane they fly President Bush in
(Okay okay okay okay) And I'm gone with the wind
Mixtape bullshit, I am on it again, yes

We back baby! It's Loso
I told you so, so you know so man
Street Fam, the city slicker's back baby
Ay Drama man
Help me let these muh'fuckers know what's goin on man!
(I don't think they know baby)
These niggaz is a lil' slow or somethin out here
I'ma slap these niggaz upside they head
Fin' to catch these niggaz up real quick, let's go
This is that {"Gangsta Grizzill!"}

The, the Grillz, the the, the Grillz [2X]

[DJ Drama]
I mean, it was only right
New year, new money
We had the connect! Why wouldn't we?
They try to compete?
The fuck outta here, haha
I ain't gotta tell y'all niggaz my name no more!
AMG! Street Fi-di-di-damn!