Fabolous

[fox69]

"Cuffin Season (Remix)"
(feat. 50 Cent)

"Cuffin Season (Remix)"
(feat. 50 Cent)



Though we gotta say goodbye for the summer, baby, I promise you this
I'll send you all my love everyday in a letter sealed with a kiss

[Hook:]
These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up (yeah)
These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up (yeah)
Told these hoes I'll be back around June (around June)
Told these hoes I'll be back around June (WHAT?!)
Better yet I'll change my numbers for the whole winter (who?)
Damn, it's so cold in the fucking winter (whooo)
These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up (what)
Damn, I'm so cold in the fucking winter (yeah)

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
You gon' be at La Marina all summer
So you gon' hear this remix all summer
Nigga, fuck your women crush Wednesday
I just fucked your women crush Wednesday
Wasn't even Wednesday, nigga, it was Benz day
He like 'why you riding with him?', she like 'we just friends, babe'
Before anyone else please
You ain't got no man, all your pics selfies
I be taking wealthies, balling in my pictures
You be fighting over hoes, Spalding on them bitches
Fronting money, could've gotten behind it for free
I got this pretty one in Cali, Thotiana Ali
I got a New York Dominican, plastic cup body
Mami think she Holly, call her tatted up Dadi
Got a crew in Miami, I call them Thot Angels
Even if he wife you he cannot change you, biatch

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I move right, stepping with the German on me
So much beef I gotta party with the burner on me
My chain chunky, my wrists all chunky, my pockets all chunky
Chunk ya bitch want me hannn
Quit cuffin', you love her, she want the limelight
She 'bout to get ya in some shit, boy, get ya mind right
Sparkle after sparkle when the bottles come
She got a nice set of tits, glad you bought her some
Starting the bartender, they be in Perfections
Turned up for lust, heard they fucked with Gus
In Sin City I'll fuck with them, the hoes pretty
Substitute Fiddy, I'm filling in for Biggie
Now watch a model chick turn into a bottle chick
You hit the lotto, bitch, swimming around my grotto pit
Don't call it Tyson crib, this is my estate
And that's so money, bitch, I'm getting cake

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Damn"

"Damn"


uh, it's the d-d-d-d d-d-d-d d-d-d-d-d-d-damn ha-ha yea

[chorus (Woman Sings)]
Damn-it's the way he grabs on himself when he gettin closer to them girls be like
Damn-it's the wife beater wish you were in the drop top two seater
Damn-I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine shit i would try and claim him,cuz he's so fly and i'm so fly and you'll fool
yourself if you try to deny him

[Fabolous]
I'm nothin like them other brothers
I got no choice but to slut her
cuz im in a 10-6 with the vase up that look somethin like a nutta butta dutta dutta
mami you'll be in saint tropez
ridin jet skis and mopeds
powderin like dope heads
paparazzi snappin pictures they must think you J.Lopez (BIATCH!!!)
(ha-ha) lets roast some spinach
find a club and just post up in it
what you mean are we there yet,I got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes
(ha-ha) I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge
with white vanilla studs
cuz if they witnessed how im killin em out here these girls just might go tell the judge (i rest my case)
[chorus repeat]

[Fabolous]
you could be prancin thru ghettos
in a pair of fendi's or pants and stillettos
all you gotta do is swallow some kids like that witch did in Hansel and Gretel
whos as handsome as ghetto
this mans earings look transparent
and my Mitchell and Ness throwbacks be so old they could be somebodys grandparents
I want the kind of money athletes consume
I have to assume
I'm no fool,but im so cool,when i walk in feels like theres a draft in the room
(oooh) I'm so sick i drive in reverse fast
call me a nurse fast
shorty just lay back in the Maybach it'll make you feel like you sittin in first class
(Relax)
[chorus repeat]

[Fabolous]
They ask for it
so i put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard
and you gotta catch it on tape cuz when the truck stops rims still look like they on fast forward
i'm sippin liquor the color of smurf's skin
as long as the earth spins
and you'll get sea sick,cuz my waves be thick enough for them cali dudes to surf in
(cowabunga) ya low ridin denims
look like midgets is hidin in em
they say I like it from the front they like it from the back but when the kid is slidin in em
they be screamin'
the biggest dikes be
switchin for dudes with figures like me
and um im not braggin, but imagine that you could even fuck with a nigga like me
(BIATCH!!!)

[chorus repeat]

 

[fox69]

"Death Comes In 3's"

"Death Comes In 3's"



R.I.P to the competition
I heard that death come in 3s
I heard that death come in 3s
I heard that death come in 3s
(There is no competition 3)

The-the grill, the-the-the grill
The-the grill, the-the...
The-the grill, the-the-the grill
The-the grill, the-the-the...

I think by now that you and I know
And if you don't,
The motto in my hood is "Do or Die", ho
That just means you do or you die, but you decide though
Writing shit about me? Now thats a suicide note
I should drive a black hearse, with a suicide do'
Nickname that shit "Coffin Car", but keep your room inside though
Lights on, day time, and I usually ride slow
We on that "Boys II Men", its so hard to say goodbye, "Flow"
Hop out in that all black, they like, "Who just died, bro?"
I say the competition, but they ain't look too surprised though
They be talkin sideways, keep that to a side note
An L.A bitch, that ain't my fault, she wanna be crucified, yo
Jesus Christ, he's just nice.....
Wait, I ain't say that right.....He's just Niiiice
And I heard that death comes in 3s,
Someone please, come get these,
Little rapping bumblebees
Had they buzz, now its gone,
That how it usually come n leaves
They was hot, I was cool, enough of that summer breeze
Some of these,
Niggas say shit, I tell em don't mumble please
Keep bumpin' your gums, I wish all you bitches gum disease
You know somebody hatin', give em this number, please
The number is, 1-800-Hum-On-These
Killed it once, killed it twice, usually I just come n flees
Killed it for a third time, (cuz I heard, "Death Comes In 3s")
Well, I'm back and I'm prompt, nigga
Arrogant and so pumped, nigga
In my world ain't shit free, there is no comp, nigga
Ridin round with my Bronx nigga
Who wanna come n romp nigga?
Can't kick a man when he down?
They ain't say we cant stomp niggas
Flashlights, candles, be prepared for this black out
Black shoes, black suits, black skirt, black blouse
Car service, black 'Lac's
Couple racks in my black slacks
Dime bitch, Ace of Spade, I should be yellin' out Blackjack
BBM in my black Bold, yo bm in my black rolls
She look like Ms Universe and I'm 'bout to be in that blackhole
Get my nut, then fade to black
Damier the grey to black
On the road, we got the Heat, just imagine D-Wade and Black
You wanna play dumb? Black, thats cool
I'ma play HBCU, you can get yo black ass schooled
Welcome to the Funeral University
Death comes in the 3s, this the third CD

 

[fox69]

"Death In The Family"
(feat. Paul Cain)

"Death In The Family"
(feat. Paul Cain)



[Fabolous (talking):]
I don't got time for all this
Just fast forward to the part where he start killing shit
Yeah like right here
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)

[Fabolous:]
Tough times don't last but tough people do
I father niggas the way wayne and puff reproduce
Lil rap bastards
Running round with your snapback caps backwards
Should be in rap caskets
Who you think showed them the go hard with stunting
And who you think showed 'em that those broads was nothing
And who you think showed 'em that those cars was something
And when fathers day came I got no card or nothing
So I ain't out here trying to expose frauds for nothing
And I ain't out here pulling these hoes cards for nothing
They was bitches on deck y'all, made 'em queens
Watching sports with a chick that got ball player dreams (swish)
I'm watching these dogs play with my old bones
I feel like niggas done found one of my old phones
We in the house, y'all looking to hold loans
And when the market was up, you wouldn't have sold homes
So this the foreclosure of the wannabe
If you can't be yourself, then who you gonna be?
Dad to your swag, your style was like a son to me
Your stylist got thank yous, you never sent one to me
Lets pray for 'em
Y'all repeat this one with me
"now I lay me down to sleep, I pray for those who run with me
If I die before I wake, arrest the girl I brung with me
I give the Lord my swag to take whenever God is done with me"

[Hook:]
I be saying to myself as I put on da gloves
It hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you love [x4]

[Paul Cain:]
Yeah
Its painful when bestfriends become ya enemies
And you finding out that they not who they pretend to be (wow)
The whole time you conspired to put an end to me
And I'm still trying to show this nigga love, silly me
So I might shed tears as I put on my gloves
But I won't show emotions when I fill him with slugs
Cause niggas die everyday here
And you can get hit picking ya seed up from daycare
Niggas don't play fair
That's why I'm straightforward, fuck being all discrete
If I can knock 'em off quick, fuck beefing all for weeks
So we was up late night hunting, y'all was sleep
Cause we the wolves hiding in clothes, y'all the sheep
Who taught ya the game, who showed y'all the streets?
And who bought 'em them things they sold y'all for cheap?
And who came up the bill when them hoes called police?
Now you fronting so I gotta expose y'all to see
Ungrateful motherfucker, who fed you when you was hurting? (me)
Whenever drama came up, who was putting the work in? (me)
I was spitting live on hot 9
You was still rehearsing
Already my son and this was before I met you in person
So no matter how many colorful fake chains you purchase
Like that bullshit you wearing
You're always gonna b worthless
You just spit it, I lived it
Who's really writing the verses
Lose put em in the casket who you think driving the hearses

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Diamonds"
(feat. Young Jeezy
(from "From Nothin' To Somethin'" album)

"Diamonds"
(feat. Young Jeezy
(from "From Nothin' To Somethin'" album)



[Intro]
Diamonds On My Damn Chain! It Ain't Hard To Tell!

[Chorus]
Diamonds In My Damn Chain!
Diamonds In My Damn Chain!
I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang
Got my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign
I like you but, I really like your damn chain!
Diamonds In My Damn Chain!
Diamonds In My Damn Chain!
It kinda explains the way she be actin'
She liked my necklace so she started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction!

[Verse 1 - Fabolous]
Yo, You think they like me now, wait until the light hit me
I bet the house somebody girl spend the night with me
They gotta love it, if not, then I guess they haters
This kinda necklace'll turn on the investigators
They ain't got one problem with this
Square face watch look like Sponge Bob on the wrist
One white, one gold, one nice, untold
You can look but don't touch, Guns might unload, now
I respect them thugs who get the jackin' on
But we squeeze set every slug that we be packin's long
You boy got the drug money we be stacking on
Lotta carrots, not the one's Bugs Bunny snackin' on
Got 'em, get 'em close and, lookin' like I scooped up
the Titanic chain, from the bottom of the ocean
I play them diamonds well when I got that jewelery on
they should call me Carat Jeter, maybe Canary Bonds

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Young Jeezy]
Damn, what happened? He's blindin' everybody
Hey it must be Jeezy out shinin' everybody (yup)
ready for the show, you can call me the light man
(diamonds on my damn chain)
you can call me the bright man
see I don't do ?brightless?, I do ?AP's?
yea I spend G's on all these VV's
blowin' on chief, yeah I got it from Harlem
12 carrot pinky ring, shit I got it from ?Robert?
step it up a notch, iced out ski mask
places in the projects to hide my weed stash
Dominican chick, shit I got her from Fab
yellow stones in my chain so I call it the cab

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Fabolous]
Yo, maybe it's them VV's, 'cause they sets Susters'
Sit on the next bus like that show on MTV
The wings on the chain, make a n**** fly like the wings on a plane
When you're sitting in between 'em
they hittin' when you clean 'em, glitenin' when you seen 'em
Beemin' through the tints when I'm sitting in the "Phenom"
Oops! I mean Phantom, my words got tangled man
But this Tiger stripe watch, make you bitch a Bangles' fan
We all know Jacob, check the shit he did
We spent more time, "Making The Band" than Diddy did
You feel my campaign, then drop your old spouse
I'm out in DC, at the "White and Gold House" (White and Gold House)...
Wanna convince me love? Secret Service me with some of that Lewinsky love
She saw the chain, gave me brain, no strain ever since
Now that's what the fuck I call a good "Chain of Events"! N****!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Diamonds On My Damn Chain! It Ain't Hard To Tell!

 

[fox69]

"Diamonds"
(from "The S.O.U.L. Tape 2" mixtape)

"Diamonds"
(from "The S.O.U.L. Tape 2" mixtape)



Shine bright like a diamond,
Shine bright like a diamond.
Shine bright like a diamond,
Shine bright like a diamond.

I turn my dark secrets into bright ideas,
I used to cry for help, I learned to wipe my tears.
I was scared to embrace, but now I fight my fears,
These hoes say I'm too much, it's only right I share.
Pressure makes diamonds, I was made to shine,
When life gave me lemons I made lemonade with mine.
What's beep? Beep it's when you make mistakes,
Like less burgers with your buddies and more snacks with snakes.
My story just gets better when you get to the end,
So when I'm at my worst I know it's not the end.
I came for the dirt, made it cut it blue,
So when you put me in that right light, what I do.

Shine bright like a diamond,
Shine bright like a diamond,
Shine bright like a diamond,
Shine bright like a diamond.

I'm shining religiously, Jesus, peaces and crosses,
I paid for all of my toys, I don't owe any Santa Clauses.
I never finished school or completed no college courses,
Was thought to be a winner but I learned all from my losses.
Losses life when you go, is your friends gonna miss you?
Was it 'cause you've been official or you've been official.
Condo at the top, one floor down from heaven, yo,
Hating this beneath me, I say that's the devil, yo.
I try to keep the faith hanging there with hope,
Went to all upon myself, do angels on the ropes.
I came from the dirt, made it cut in blue,
So when you put me in the right light what I do?

Shine bright like a diamond,
Shine bright like a diamond,
Shine bright like a diamond,
Shine bright like a diamond.

'Cause say I'm always with the truth, but that be lying a little,
You can't spell "believe" without a "lie" in the middle.
I always say it first, niggas trying to get it,
But I try bigger shit to do than to try to be little.
Mind of a general, heart of a soldier,
That just mean I call the shots but ain't afraid to call the shots.
Niggas gave it all they got, still couldn't take my spot,
Don't get your shawty God, have to get by taking splot.
I ain't give a fuck, now I won't give whatever,
You only live once, but legacy is lived forever.
I came from the dirt, made the cut in blue,
So when you put me in the right light, what I do?

Shine bright like a diamond,
Shine bright like a diamond,
Shine bright like a diamond,
Shine bright like a diamond.

 

[fox69]

"Diced Pineapples"
(feat. Trey Songz & Cassie)

"Diced Pineapples"
(feat. Trey Songz & Cassie)



Shawty so cold, pussy winter fresh
Reservations to eat and you're my dinner guest.
Shawty cleaned up nice, never been a mess.
Could take a little pain, I see them tattoos in her flash.
But I ain't try to hurt her, 'cause I've always been the best,
At making my shawty feel it till she feel it in her chest.
Sex, excellent, get a hundred when I test,
I'm a fan of her talent so I've always been impressed.
Sex in the city on my black satin sheets,
Wet as hurricane Sandy on these Manhattan streets.
Lit a few candles like my power hadn't reached,
Then I took you places that her last nigga hadn't reached.
Bitch so bad know her parents went through hell,
Smart mouth when we argue, you would swear she went to Yale.
I wanna touch her, not using my hands,
Make her dance without using the bands.

Call me crazy, shit at least you call me,
Feels better when you let it out, don't it, boy?
Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment
When you say it 'cause you're mad and you take it all back.
Then we fuck all night till things get right.
Then we fuck all night till things get right.

The club popping but she ain't trying go there,
Her friends know where she going every time she tell them "nowhere"
I'm the only one that get up in that VIP,
My money grown, baby, ain't no need to see ID.
Slide her something just to come through, host money,
At least niggas know you're getting to the most money.
Club my place, you wear what you wanna wear,
But you're overdressed if you're wearing underwear.
I turn up, couple Js to burn up,
Couple spots to hide out, now let that play list right out
Where I live on Sunday, your place Monday,
Her hand in my pants, call that Al Bundy.
Pull it out like a pistol, yo, kiss it on the balls like the dick the mistletoe.
Tell her do the thing I like, best she listen, yo,
Bad bitch good girl around the Christmas, though.

Call me crazy, shit at least you call me,
Feels better when you let it out, don't it, boy?
Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment
When you say it 'cause you're mad and you take it all back.
Then we fuck all night till things get right.
Then we fuck all night till things get right.

Pussy sweeter than some fresh fruit,
She gushing I drink the best juice.
I'm drinking till nothing left to,
And she playing with herself, too.
I been thinking about her all day,
She perform like it's Broadway,
Yeah, we hop in the range, she off top of the brain,
Got the windows down, broad day.
Just look at her, spectacular,
Throw her on the stove, flip her like a spatula,
Other niggas want her, but you see them niggas whack to her,
Side bitch tripping 'cause I don't ever get back to her.
My bitch like bitches, but none of my bitches bad to her,
She says trigger, Why I never seen you with a bad bitch.
Unless she's meeting all these other bitches average,
Hundred percent real all these bitches is plastic.
Moroccan goddess, she walk like she need her ass kissed.
Walk like she need her ass kissed.
Diced pineapples, super fine at you,
If she giving head, she throwing her mind at you.
Fuck these other bitches, nigga, she don't mind that you do.
Might just wanna watch, I ain't talking time at you, dudes.
Never faking, why they hella front?
Keep it real with her, yeah, that's all she ever wants.
Some bout the alchemy, she don't ever disappoint,
Landing on the balcony, we're about to smoke another joint,
Miami on the yacht, she pulling on my pistol saying how she love my cock.
Metaphoric bliss, shawty, you're the shit,
Couple days with her, man, that's all I ever get.
And she got a little sister, that's all she ever with,
Game like a nigga, man, that's all she ever spit.
Montreal was our first time, swear her pussy just like the first lines.
Scars on my back, she left a couple there, spent a couple stacks, I done bought a couple pair.
Try to bag mine, my nigga I double dare,
Never retract statements, nigga, I'm never scared.
Niggas be switching up, but nigga, I'm never weird,
Back on another leer.
I leave niggas here, all in another year,
All in another lane, all in another gear.
All of you niggas lame, all of you niggas here,
Listen up, bitch niggas bitching up.
I guess you're doing what you're supposed to.
Let a real nigga hold you.
Back to my baby girl, though, I just need you in my world, yo.

Call me crazy, shit at least you call me,
Feels better when you let it out, don't it, boy?
Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment
When you say it 'cause you're mad and you take it all back.
Then we fuck all night till things get right.
Then we fuck all night till things get right.

 

[fox69]

"Dirt Off Your Shoulder (Freestyle)"

"Dirt Off Your Shoulder (Freestyle)"


Uh, Uh, Street Family, uh-uh-uhhh

If you feelin like a gangsta go on let ya burner off
Don't need a gang a niggas go on let ya burner off
I'm gettin money baby please don't think I'm turnin soft

Push...your...head...off ya shoulders

I come in town whippin a 8th
Like you don't see the half passed 5 comin round zippin thru 8th
But you don't wanna see me comin round grippin the 8th
Leg shots'll have you comin down skippin like grades
But I ain't catch ya at da rucka
My Von Dutch Dickie's suit - is matchin with the chuckas and the patches on the trucka
I snatch out on you fuckas
Somebody bet get on the phone with the EMS dispatchin for you suckas
I'm cleaner than a whistle
The right side of my jeans is leaning from the pistol
Meaning it's official
I pick 'em like Sam Rothstein
I'm the one who showed these dirt bombs how to get the grams off clean
I'ma hear ya if ya whispering too funny
And every time ya see me - a nigga gon' be crisper than new money
Listen ya thru dunny
If you was getting paid to fuck wit chickens - you prolly have Mr. Magoo's money
But ya not, ya prolly daydreaming bout how much I got
Spending ya dough on a trick who won't let you touch her twat
I'm Hefner in the hood I stay with a robe on
Flooded Jacob watch, Street Family globe on
I got these hoes on me like grass on dirt
So don't bring ya girl around like her ass won't flirt
You seen how she disappear from the last concert
I learned from Clinton - so now I don't blast on shirts
Ya must be thinking that my ass won't squirt
And walkin around with ya motherfucking neck, in a cast don't hurt
Ya bum ass - blow ya last on dirt
And ya wardrobe is full of hand-me-down jeans and passed on shirts
That guy jewels seem duller
Plus I'm steppin thru in a pair Jordan's in his high school team color
Get more than the facts straight
Now I'm riding thru got mines in the front - get yours on the back plate, nigga!

If you feel like a gangsta go on let ya burner off
Don't need a gang a niggas go on let ya burner off
I'm gettin money baby please don't think I'm turning soft

I...push...your...head...off ya shoulders [5x]

Fat shout - my nigga young Hov - I see ya baby

 

[fox69]

"Do It Again (Freestyle)"

"Do It Again (Freestyle)"



Live from the 702, y'all know what this is
Ta-ha, thank God it's Friday
Felt it was only right
In case you ain't think I could do it again
Oh, I'm a do it again
That Brooklyn flow, nigga, ha

Throw they hands up (Yeah)
Throw they hands up (Oh)
Throw they hands up (Oh)
Throw they hands up (Yeah)

Throw they hands up (Yeah)
Throw they hands up (Yeah)
Throw they hands up (Yeah)
Throw they hands up

You know how your boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator like Sade
I'll put you in your place like valet
But they ain't really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, they walkin' outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like them if her body tight
If she walkin', lose her naughties, right
If she stretch it like Pilates, right
If she ride it like Ducati bikes
But you ain't fuckin' everybody, right?
You ain't out here bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the club
I play my cards right, grab a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, posted up on IG
Get under they skin like IV
Check a Internet thug down by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga bitchin' up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the story switchin' up
How they gon' pray for your downfall, then wish they up?

1 a.m., on my way to the club
2 a.m., it was goin' up
3 a.m., bad bitches with us
4 a.m., now they leavin' with us
5 a.m., at the after hours
6 a.m., now we at the house
6:15, I be diggin' her out
7:15, Uber in route
8 a.m., ESPN
1 a.m., I'm gon' do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again

How the fuck you gon' talk about emcees on my heels
When all I see is Timb trees on my heels?
New black Spur, them Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don't come at me on some, 'She still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is some G to your girl
Dick in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool with me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool with me
I see your little cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that funeral flow spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few jewels for me
You tryin' to trick us with a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the Instagram
I should post two mil on the Instagram
Get this on if you ever go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I don't sit on benches, fan
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' with Kane
When I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you would have less to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, come on

Throw they hands up
Throw they hands up

1 a.m., on my way to the club
2 a.m., it was goin' up
3 a.m., bad bitches with us
4 a.m., now they leavin' with us
5 a.m., at the after hours
6 a.m., now we at the house
6:15, I be diggin' her out
7:15, Uber in route
8 a.m., ESPN
1 a.m., I'm gon' do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again

Y'all know what it is, world-famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm, that kid Loso
Bar for bar, best in the game, nigga
I said it, uh-huh, live from the 702
That street fam
Throw they hands up

 

[fox69]

"Do The Damn Thang"

"Do The Damn Thang"


[Intro]
Look, I can see them niggas stuntin to this right now, not now, but right now
Yea, yea, ch-ch-yea
Look, lo-lo look
Look, lo-lo look
Look, look

[Verse 1-Fabolous]
It's no love for the other side, fuck all the tricks
Pop the glove on the other side, buck through the bricks
Birds love how a brother ride, truckin it sick
I'm heard of on the southern side, i pluck through it quick
I been one of them boys since way back when
This is way before a nigga brought grey plaques in
So if i spray mac-10s, Bet you niggas lay back then
Like you sittin in a Maybach Benz
Yea I made crack grins but ain't a damn thing funny
I keep a pocket fulla do the damn thang money
I keep it comin with bottles of champagne dunny
So keep it bouncin till you pull a hamstring honey
These pimps just better have a gothic for me
I got them hoes starin like they got a problem with me
I got them boys slingin rocks in the lobby for me
I'm rich bitch, ballin just a hobby for me

[Chorus-Young Jeezy]
I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, heeyyy
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, heeyy
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang

[Verse 2-Young Jeezy]
My phone is tapped and so is my livin room
We cant hide the money here, we need a bigger room
Let me show you what I stand fo,
Jesus Schwarzenegger call me commando
On that Remy Martin, nigga matta fact
I ain't Fat Joe but I can make em lean back
Save your ammo don't waste it
Got him dodgin bullets like he in the matrix
Jeans strapped and ya better dip
Carvin 15, got six clips
Pilsbury nigga, got a lotta dough
Call me bossan george, got a lotta hoes
They place orders, so I bake cakes
I'm a bodybuilder, pump a lotta weight
You see the diamonds in my damn chain
It ain't hard to tell, I do the damn thang

[Chorus]

[Verse 3-Fabolous]
You waitin instead of participatin with them boys
You skatin on them 22 datins like them boys
I'm hatin that they communicatin with them boys
I'm waitin just to send them to Satan for that shit
They see a nigga stones look sick
And I gotta stack of singles in my hand thats phone booth thick
Cuz I'm so hood rich
That I'm no good bitch
And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch
And get ridda that shit spitta, get wit her, shit gitter
sit wit her, hit spitter, that don't bitch chitter
My style fit wit her
I tell her you don went left now you need to go right like a switch hitta
I know them tricks bitter
When im in the six with her
So im in a mix with her
Fourty four six with her
And I'm higher than a motherfucker
But a nigga try then he gon die in this motherfucker

[Chorus]