Lil' Flip

[fox69]

"Biz"
(feat. Hump)

"Biz"
(feat. Hump)



[Lil' Flip talkin']
ay this is for everybody
that wanna get in the rap game
this is for everybody
that think you just get in the rap game
and blow up over night
this is for everybody that think
its easy to be on T.V in front of limo's
and buy rolex's ha its better known
as bleed and suck look

[Verse One: Flip]
I started rappin when I was about thirteen
I was into basketball not this hip hop thing
I started doin talent shows I was bein curious
but I didn't know one day I would be serious
I use to always freestyle until the end of the beat
and I use to take my demo's to the end of my street
to another local rapper I thought could help
but in this rap game people all about theyself,
so that made me work harder I picked up my pin
all though I kinda felt bad I picked up my chin
I made my own rap group Hustlaz Stackin Endz
and I can't wait for me and Hump to drive a platinum benz

[Chorus]
its the biz
(where anything can happen)
its the biz
(everybody and they mama be rappin)
its the biz
(everybody gotta shine rule one
read before you sign that dotted line)

[Verse Two: Flip]
so I started freestylin every chance I got
the word on the street was Lil' Flip is hot,
I'm the hardest B.G rhymin in my state
thats when C-Note let me do "Diamonds-N-Yo-Face"
song was gettin played like fifty times a day
then we hit the road doin shows tryna get paid
I started doin karioes tryna get out there
it didn't take long for me to put another hit out there
now I'm in the studio tryna make dollar bills
some people owe me fa sho since they live down the street,
rollers actin like they broke (man show us some love)
I'm tired of hearin that shit all the time
me and Hump puttin it down nigga I ain't lyin
I got record labels mad cause I ain't sign
some niggas stealin my rhymes but I'm still gon' shine
if you can't see this biz dirty then you must be blind

[Chorus]
its the biz
(I'm tryna survive)
its the biz
(man forget a ninety five)
its the biz
(boy the game is cursole sometimes
you just can't think like the rest)

[Verse Three: Hump]
its a dirty game but who's to blame
I'm a stay independent y'all choose the fame
ain't nothin changed still workin the clock
95 made outta wood and a sun roof on top
and when we sittin on ya block y'all beez in shock
cause Houston got Lil' Flip like caddie have crop
when you see Sucka Free give us our props
cause we run this rap game believe it or not

[Lil' Flip talkin']
now you got two choices
you can be a rapper or you can be a C-E-O
either you can be with the devil
or you can be with god
which one you wanna be with

[Verse Four: Flip]
and if you ain't gettin sued then you might be suin
and if your fans ain't clappin they might be booin
and if you ain't gettin paid then you might not get paid
I'm sorry sometimes thats how the game gets played
and if you ain't on tour you might not have one
its 90% business the other half fun
some niggas get raped for everything they earn
its just like sex with no protection you get burned

[Chorus]
its the biz
(I'm Sucka Free)
its the biz
(everybody want luxury)
its the biz
(you know what I mean lets talk about
contracts and get the green)

[Flip]
I heard...you got jacked for your ride
its the biz
I heard...a nigga usin your lines
its the biz
I heard...a nigga bought you a car
its the biz
he said that he gon' make you a star
and you ain't seen no money so far
thats the biz and now you know
knowin is half the battle thats the biz

 

[fox69]

"Block Money"

"Block Money"


[Talking]
This for the block, there's no place like show business
Hell naw nigga, I'm serious
I'm honored, I'm back
Take this muh'fucken rap money
And bring it back to the block nigga
Haha, fo' real, so if you gettin yo money
That drank money, you gettin it
You know, I'm just worried about me now
Got all the fuck boys from around me, hey fuck you niggas
Hey, now let's get it

[Chorus]
After I do my concert, I bring that money to the block
And nigga I don't half, cause I want the whole block
Now whip it, now whip it, now whip it, now whip it
Now get it, whip it, ship it, and flip it

[Verse 1]
Ay I told you muh'fuckers I'ma bounce back
With three million in cash, potna count that
If I write you a check, nigga you can cash that
And when I'm in Europe, I use my flatstack
The black car get used fo' times a day
My rims skinny, but my pockets overweight
Go get yo tubes tied, cause you a bitch boy
800 grand, and now you think you rich boy
You better step it up, my paper been straight
And by the way my new chick go to Penn Stae
I paid for her car, I paid for her books
Okay I'm lyin, but don't that shit go with the hook
I got money to blow, I oughta be ashamed
I'm playin with some change, I want Travolta plane
He got a couple of 'em, we always fuck with rubbers
This ain't O.G. kush, I like to call it Bubble

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Ay fuck boy, I'm the James Toney of rap
Cause niggas hate me, but I still got it like that
A brand new 'Vette, I'm a ladies man
Plus my Bretlin cost me 80 grand
Ay, money ain't a thang, you know where I hang
And besides music, you know what I slang
And you know what I claim, It's Clover Geez up
And don't you hate it when yo potna smoke, all yo weed up?
I had to roll my sleeves up (why?), cause of my bracelet
And we ain't goin nowhere, so just face it
I lace weed with the syrup cause it burn slow
I make G's with my words cause it earn dough
Who woulda known Lil' Flip 'll scan five mil'
And then be forced to take a break for two years
But the block got love for the God
So you know it ain't shit for me to get a nigga robbed

[Chorus]

For the block niggas

 

[fox69]

"Bounce"

"Bounce"


[Lil' Flip]
Yea, this track right here making them bounce - y'know
Jump in the chevy and bounce
Yea, uh, play ya skillz on the track

[Chorus 2X: Lil' Flip]
Now bounce for yo click nigga! (bounce)
Bounce for yo hood and throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up!!(where you from)

Now bounce for yo town nigga! (bounce)
It's goin down, throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up!!(where you from)

[Lil' Flip]
Now where you from?
Homey Im from the southside (southside)
And when I pull up it the maybach and leave your mouthwide (mouthwide)
You better get your mind correct like the color changing clique
Before I correct your mind and fuck around and bang your chick (nigga)
One time for all my ladies, 2 times for all my thugs
If you wearin a fake jacob you know you a scrub
You gotta step it up, I got a special cup
I get my shine on
But no these aint no rimestones
I got my clothing line
I got my liquor coming
And if you on a verse each part 1500
Nigga you do the math
I never use a cab
I'm from the dirrty, I rock custom jerseys

[Chorus]

[Lil' Flip]
I pack a k nigga (k nigga)
I blow that haze nigga (haze nigga)
I'll be at frisco fuckin with them bay niggaz
Them niggaz bump screw, and they will jump you
They pick me up from the airport with them pumps foo
And we ready nigga so bring it on ho
I be at Harlem nights but don't step on my big toe
One time for all my gangstas, 2 times for all my wankstas
I made a lot of yall careers and and yall aint tell me thank ya
But Im a grown man, I hold my own man
Not from ATL but I'm killin Mikes like Killer Mike
Half the time I don't write
I just grab an ounce
Tell play to fresh record
And watch these niggaz bounce

[Chorus]

[Lil' Flip]
I'm on luda shit, screwed up, track 8
Plus I did rock n' roll with Fam Lay
In VA, Norfolk to be exact
I did a track with Swiss Beats, yea I got that crack
My niggaz got my back
Yo niggaz quick to run
And leave you there lookin dumb (now that's gangsta)
One time for all my pimps, 2 times for all my hoes
I went from gold, white to plat
Back to rosegold

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Bounce With Me"
(feat. Yung Redd)

"Bounce With Me"
(feat. Yung Redd)



[Hook]
Now it don't matter where you from, its where you at
Everybody come and bounce with me, come on and bounce with me
And if these hoes wanna roll let em know, it don't matter
They can bounce with me, come on and bounce with me
Tell them niggas get off the wall get a broad, all of y'all
Need to bounce with me, come on and bounce with me
Come on and throw your sets up, represent
Everybody need to bounce with me, come on and bounce with me

[Lil' Flip]
Look I came to get it crunk, so nigga throw your hood up

[Yung Redd]
Like when your car running hot, nigga throw your hood up

[Lil' Flip]
Cause we some trill ass niggas, with a whole lotta game

[Yung Redd]
Now that I got a little change, I ain't pimping the same

[Lil' Flip]
And y'all know, I ride with my heater

[Yung Redd]
We keep maxing hoes out, like Visa

[Lil' Flip]
We keep driving, them Bentley two seaters

[Yung Redd]
Yung Redd and Lil' Flip, off the meters

[Lil' Flip]
So bounce with a nigga, blow a ounce with a nigga

[Yung Redd]
And ball out spend something, come and floss with a nigga

[Lil' Flip]
Cause that's all we know how to do

[Yung Redd]
Yeah see we some hustlas, what about you

[Hook]

[Yung Redd]
I'm jumping out Air Force 1's, straps and loot
So believe it when you see it, dog we got proof
That's when I slide out the Coupe, raising the roof
I want you and you, girl do what you do
And when the syrup in my system, ain't no telling
Will I get em or diss em, that's what they be yelling
I'm a pimp by blood, Yung Redd young thug
Whatever you wanna call it, just show me some love
Girls bouncing and catching the wall, that ain't all
To-night's the night, I feel like catching em all
Y'all throw your elbows, till your arms fall off
Till the club start sweating, and people get hauled off
It don't matter where you from, its where you at (where you at)
And remember all girls throw it back, you caught that
See me and my partnas, want you and your friends
When its over no problem, we can do it again

[Hook]

[Lil' Flip]
Now I'm bouncing in the club, with my niggas you know that
But I can't get in the do', women pulling my throwback
And the bouncers steady hating, and telling me go back
But when he found out who I was, now he want a Kodak
Say cheese, cause me and my niggas we flipping ki's
You going gold over here, we going platinum overseas
So bounce when you see me, on the stage trying to rock it
Bounce, when you see me cock it back then I pop it
Now bounce when I hit switches, on my drop
Now bounce when I sell out of rocks, on my block
Then its back to the lab, cause I'm a work-a-holic
Every car I drive, gotta have hydrolics
So I can lean to the left, and lean to the right
And later on tonight, I gotta catch another flight
So take this napkin, and write your number down
And next time I come in town, we can drive the Hummer around

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Boxers"
(feat. Deep Threat)

"Boxers"
(feat. Deep Threat)



[Rap 1: Lil' Flip]
I'm Lil' Flip
Takin trips to Cancun
Drop the tape
My cartoon comin soon
Blowin up like a hot air balloon
Livin in a penthouse wit 25 rooms
Houston, Texas~Benz N Lexus
Find me on the freeway drivin reckless
Wear sunglasses when you look at my necklace
Worldwide respected
Top 10 selected

[Chorus: Deep Threat]
Forces wit my boxers on
Forces wit my boxers on
Forces wit my boxers on
You got yo t-shirt and yo panties
I got Trojans wit my boxers on

[Verse 1: Deep Threat]
Picture this:
Girl me & you
In my water bed
In the shower too
The water's fine
Say what's on your mind
Don't see nothin wrong
With some bump and grind
I'm gone break you off
Like a playa should
Like side to side
Baby its all good
Im not lookin 4
Girl no love affair
If you ride with me
you know ill take you there

[Chorus: Deep Threat]
Forces wit my boxers on
Forces wit my boxers on
Forces wit my boxers on
You got yo t-shirt and yo panties
I got Trojans wit my boxers on

[Verse 2: Deep Threat]
Sittin here
And you're layin there
Layin there
And you're willin to share
Ya freaky thoughts
Baby wit me too
You got ya t-shirt on
And ya panties too
The warm caress
Of ya body next to mine
It's rated X
& its so devine
I wanna come inside
If ya want me to
Open up
And let me prove it to you

[Chorus: Deep Threat]
Forces wit my boxers on
Forces wit my boxers on
Forces wit my boxers on
You got yo t-shirt and yo panties
I got Trojans wit my boxers on

[Rap 2: Lil' Flip]
Girl I'm from Cloverland
Call me Trojan Man
Bump & Grind
I aint wit that holdin hands
When I rip I hit it hard like Jackie Chan
If you fine like Mya
I'll be ya man
I like jazzy girls
And classy girls
You know I'm rich so don't ask me girl
Sometimes the nice girl can be the nasty girl
Im a freak
Don't neva put it past me girl
I got my trojans & my boxers on
At school I got my dockers on (my docker's on)
Jenny Jones and Nia Long
We don't have to just want
I got plenty homes
I rap fast or slow
While stackin dough
Dress like I just won a fashion show
Me humpin AP after mo
We diss niggaz only if
it ain't plat or gold
You wanna hear some Keith Sweat
How bout some Deep Threat (Deep Threat)
Girl Im a playa
Don't get the sheets wet
Lemme put a passion mark on yo neck
And I'll let you kiss my shiny baggettes
I need a sweet lady just like Tyrese
Them soft women down wit Sucka Free (Down wit Sucka Free)
They got plans with H.S.E.
You wanna know what I'm wearin
Wait & see (oooooooooh)

[Chorus: Deep Threat]
Forces wit my boxers on
Forces wit my boxers on
Forces wit my boxers on
You got yo t-shirt and yo panties
I got Trojans wit my boxers on

[Repeat till fade]
Boooooxeeeers!

 

[fox69]

"Bust A Clip"

"Bust A Clip"


[Lil' Flip]
Yeaahhh
Yeaahhh
Yeaahhh
Let's take it back to the streets niggaaaaaaa
East coast
West coast
Midwest
To the dirty dirtttyyyy
It's Flip Gates
The #1 fly boy
I'm strapped nigga
Let's get it poppin'

[Verse 1]
I got a brand new 'Mac I hope this bitch don't jam
I had to bulletproof the Lam, I learned that from Cam
You want a thang got em yams go straight to Money Gram
I'm from the hood, so you know I'm down wit any money scam
Black glocks, white glocks spit like sheet rock
You know a drank on me, this concert gon' stop
A lot of cops at the scene tryin' to shut shit down
You was a nobody, but now you famous now
I be out in Chi-town wit some real OG's
Matter of fact one of them had dinner wit me
You gotta play by the rules when you on these streets
You lil' niggas tryin' to mimic what you see on beef
You betta

[Hook]
Bustaclip [repeatedly w/ Lil' Flip ad libs]
I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider
You don't wanna beef wit meee

[Verse 2]
I know some Long Beach Crips (fo' reeeall?)
I know some Englewood Bloods (bloods)
And you can ask ?? fans I got Cali love (love)
I got a strap waitin' for me everytime I land
Just to send you a message, I'll clap your man
Now he under white sheets like the Klu Klux Klan
You lil' boys shouldn't beef wit a grown ass man
I got stripes in the hood, I put in work fo' real
And mentioning me, will get you put in dirt fo' real
How much that gramma yay, bitch you carry weigh
Cause I'm on this Alize and I carry cake
I came back to the streets I had to let y'all know
And by the way my new deal worth 8.4
So I'mma

[Hook]
I'm strapped nigga
I'm strapped nigga
I'm strapped nigga, what about you?

[Verse 3]
This for my Nap-town niggas all my G-town killas
The ones wit the blow and them 18 wheelers
Cross the state lines wit it on them waist line cocked
Cross lope and you know it's goin' doowwnnn (like Yung Joc)
40 cal, 50 cal, what you workin' wit nigga?
I'm in a Maserati what you swervin' in nigga?
And when I'm out in Cleveland, I'm fuckin' wit X
It's been 'bout 5 years he still holdin' my tech
I be in the gun range like everyday
You betta pray no drama ever come my way
I'm in the studio now wit a gun on my hip
And I'm tired talkin' 'bout the beef wit me and
You betta

[Hook]

[Lil' Flip Talkin']
This some shit for the street baby
We bust a clip everyday
You know what it is
I do what I wanna do nigga
When I feel like it nigga
Track And Productions on the muthafuckin' track
Full Effeck is the muthafuckin' future
Cross them niggas, I shoot you nigga
Any nigga, who got a gun and a chain nigga
And that dough, that's a true d-boy
Can't be a dope boy without a gun and a chain
Make sure you got them extra clips nigga
But on the real nigga, don't hate on a nigga when you see me pull up on that Maserati
I'm done wit the muthafuckin' Maybach
Fuck that shit nigga, I'm on some drop top flashy "Flash Gordon" type shit
Biatch, BUSTACLIP!

 

[fox69]

"Can't Let You Go"
(feat. Pimpin' Ken)

"Can't Let You Go"
(feat. Pimpin' Ken)



[Lil' Flip: talking]
wheew
Reality check
I ain't hear to, sing to ya
Ring a ring to ya
Bitch please (bitch please)
Bitch please, lick these!
You tease
Sucka free

[Lil' Flip]
Bitch please, you don't need to miss me
Cuz when I come around you don't even kiss me
But it's coo (it's coo), I ain't a foo (ain't a foo)
It's twelve thirty, how the fuck you at schoo
Bitch please, I'm about to leave
Cuz I, got another trick up my sleeve
Be gone I don't need you no mo
Cuz you ain't shit but a dirty ass hoe
Bitch please, you wearin' ya friends clothes
Broke, smokin' my indo
Tryin', to stay in my fuckin' house (get the fuck out)
Bitch, quit, runnin ya mouth
Bitch please, I don't like ya ass
If ya go to jail, hoe I won't write ya ass
I won't lick ya ass, I'll jus stick ya ass
Treat ya like a bug n i'll pick ya ass
Bitch please, then I'm jumpin' in my lambo (lambo)
Got a gun niggaz call me rambo
Don't give a damn I got more ammo
Lil Ron, that's my fammo

[Pimpin' Ken]
Bitch Please, you can't understand
I'm the thug type dude, I don't hold no hands
What you talkin' bout you wanna be my wife
Bitch, you gave the nigga head on the first night
That ain't right, Bitch please
Ya listnin to ya friends
Tryna go through the mall and hit me from my ends
Tryna roll my benz, I can't let that happen
That's why a nigga, keep on rappin'
Bitch Please, I don't fuck wit u
You a busta type bitch, runnin wit ya crew
Everythang ain't all good, when ya in the place
Ya make a nigga wanna put a punch to ya face

[Lil' Flip]
Bitch please, I don't play that shit
When you talkin' wit ya girls, don't say that shit
That I be doin, or who I be fuckin'
Cuz I'm gonna come, and give yo ass a concussion
What the fuck was you thinkin?
Jus because I got a benz, that I don't have a lincoln?
What the fuck was you doin?
Why the fuck, why you playin wit me, what you persuin?
I know you wanna come to a nigga house (house)
You on ya period, then put it in ya mouth
Like jigga said, fuck what a nigga said
Don't fuck wit him, Lil' Flip got bigga bread
I got money, and I got that shit for safe
Got a mutha fuckin ring and a nice face
Won't catch a case, I gotta good lawyer
Cuz when you knock a nigga out, errybody saw ya
Fuck that, I got a gun nigga bitch please
Got more jewlery than Mista T
I'm like Mister freeze, lookin' at my watch (why)
Shit tac toe, I got the clover on the top (nigga)
I'm in the block (block), I'm in the drop (drop)
Niggaz know the cops, runnin' in the spot (spot)
If ya, too hot (hot) tryna be too fast
Yea I don't sell drugs so don't ever ask me
Don't put shit past me, Imma have to get niggaz who blast me
I ain't trippin' on these niggaz, I ain't slippin' on these niggaz
Imma pull off my belt, and give a whippin' to these niggaz

[Lil' Flip: talking]
Haha, Lil' Flip
Bitch please
This how we do it (this how we do it)
Bitch please, bitch please, bitch please

 

[fox69]

"Can't U Tell"
(feat. Squad Up, MJG)

"Can't U Tell"
(feat. Squad Up, MJG)



[Talking]
Ay I know alot of y'all niggaz wonderin', haha
is this nigga doin good? (yup)
is this nigga really ridin spinners? (yup), hah
I tell them niggaz man - can't you tell a nigga doin good man
can't you tell, Lil' Flip is in the building
we got Dj Squeeky on the track...Gudda, Gudda - Clover G's

[Chorus 2X - Flip]
We throw bows, we blow dro
we ride blades and low pro's
umm....I heard you doin good
nigga can't you tell
oh you still in the hood, cause you ain't doin too well

[Verse 1 - Flip]
Now when I pull up in my drop, one switch make it rock
one switch make it hop, the other switch make it stop
I got wood grain on my dash, paper out the ass
I don't ride around with wallets I carry paper bags
ride around with tech's, endo, with a vest
Giovanni's on my Hummer, and spinners on my Lex
I rep Houston, Tex where niggaz bang Screw
we ride candy paint nigga what about yo' crew
got a piece and a chain, a watch and a ring
ten thousand square foot home, plus a spot for my plane
I spitt game to hoes to get 'em out they clothes
cause that's how it go when all ya jewelry froze
I been pimpin for awhile, I'm a hot boy like Nile
my jacket is mink - but my shoes are crocodile
I'm thuggin forever, fifty karats in my bezzel
but I'm like 'Trillville' cause y'all can't get on "my level"

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Gudda]
Uhhh I'm in the club buckin, fuck it I'm a throw some bows
hit the bar and get bent and go and fuck some hoes
I'm this bitch actin wild you know how Gudda do it
I got my pistol on my hip incase I get into it
niggaz drinkin that 'Incredible Hulk'
now he drunk and he think he the "Incredible Hulk"
uhhh they gon'have to drag him out this bitch
then the police gon'come and drag me out this bitch.... (yea, Gudda)

[Verse 3 - Supa]
I'm doin good and it feels great
I'm in the hood H2 and it's charcoal gray
supa dup'fly, boy I'm supa dup'frisby
give a fuck about the name just know he gets busy
mouth of the south you know ya know me well
hollow shells - swell you like a macaroni shell
fuck you haters, the chains is off
Clover chains is on...we off the chains lil'boy (yea)

[Chorus]

[Verse 4 - MJG]
Uh, yea, come on....
MJG, pimp tight and Lil' Flip got a hit on the chart
but if a girl wanna get on the chart, shit I'll still put a bitch on the block
you don't really want that really now tell the truth, slow ya role
you got the cars and clothes but you still don't know ya hoes
I'm a Hoe - ologist I dissect the bitch and find the problem
I got solutions for a problem I'm here to resolve 'em
pull up in a 1969 Impala whites over blacks they harder
everyday I wake up early tryna make a dollar, I think I wanna pop my collar
could it be I'm just a natural born with alittle dose of pimpin
oooh nothin but motionless women strap up put alittle life up in 'em
I don't pretend I mean exactly what I mean
I don't sell those you can go to sleep and have a dream
when I roll through the dirty south sittin up on my twenty - fo's
breakin me a ciggerillo down...fillin it up with nothin but dro
M - J - fuckin G representer of the dirty
but I spit it hard enough to make sure that the world heard me

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Candy On Chrome"
(feat. Big T)

"Candy On Chrome"
(feat. Big T)



[Verse 1: Big T]
I been really trryyiinn' baaabbyy
Tryin' to come down da slab for sooo looonngg yeah
And if you feel like T feel baby
Want cha come on OOH!
Come on WOO!

[Chorus: Big T]
Candy on chrome OOOW!
Candy, candy on chrome
Slabbed out baby
Candy on chrrroooommmeee
Swingas!
Candy on chrroommee
WOOHOOHOO!

[Verse 2: Big T]
We're all in-house playas wit' soooo much to gain
And it aint no thang: woooo
But since we got to be here, let's swang
Cuz' I love it, thereeeee's nothin' wrooong
With T comin' thrroouugghh, baby not at aaaalllll
Heeey, droppin' my slab with me and you can never go wrong
Cuz' my slab is true, ooh baby
I SAY WOO HOO HOO!
Don't you know how sweet and wonderful chasin' can beeeeee
WOO HOOOOOOOOO!
Riiide watchin' streets baby and poppin' trunk wit' meeee
I SAY WOO WOO, I SAY WOOO!
I aint gonna wooorryy cuz' I'm lookin' gooooddd
Like a playa shhoouulldd gurl
I said come on come on come on come on come on baby
Let's floss through the hoooooddd
OOOOHHH!

[Chorus: Big T]
I'm ridin' candy on chrome
HHHOOOOOOOE!
Candy on chrome
You know what I'm talkin' aboooout true drop baby
HEEY HEEEEY!
And let the slabs come OUT!
If yoouuu believe in slabs let's get it ooonnn
WHOOOAA!
Ridin' on chrome baby, this man is hard yeah
I'm ridin' on candy chrome: EEEEEEEE!
Just candy chrome, HOOW HHOOOWWW!

[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
Hey, Southside G's ride nuthin' but reeeed
You can ask Bevis I get nuthin' but heeaadd
I drink so much I sleep wit' my cup in da beeedd
All I gotta do is pop trunk to turn the heeaad
I'm on 84's and I'm actin' baaadd
My paint job look like a maxi ppaaaddd
They call me Lil' Flip mayne I thought you knneeww
I'm the first one to freestyle 10 minutes on scrreewww
Me and Big T in da Escalaaddeee
Like Lil' Troy it's a better wwaaayy
I ride on chrome each and every daaayy
Every song I get I'm gettin radio plaayeedd
I'm only 18, but my candy DRIP
If you got cavaties don't like ya LIPS
And the freestyle king is my NICK NAME
I let my bumper kit HANG, while I grip GRAIN

[Verse 4: Big T]
I said come on come on come on come on come on DARLIN'
Let's floss through the hooooooodddd
OOOHH OOHHH!

[Chorus: Big T]
CANDY ON CHROME
I'm ridin' on candy to chrome baby
Yes I do baby I got to ride on chrome
CANDY ON CHROME
You don't have to worry cuz' I'm on da phooooone
CANDY ON CHHRRROOOMMMEEE
Cuz' if the 3's move ya' the phones will groove ya'
CANDY ON CHRROOMMEE
Woo and let da top on doowwnnn HO HOOOOEEE!
Get it on, on chrome baby
I said baby can you feel me
Cuz' dem choppas be lookin' like
HO HOOOEEE!
Oh baby baby can you feeeelll meee
Ohh yeah cuz dem choppas be lookin' like
HO HOOOOEEEE!

 

[fox69]

"Check (Let's Ride)"

"Check (Let's Ride)"


[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
I got my converse check, my pistol check
my vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck
the respect come first then the money and the power
we got more cake to make let's ride

[Verse 1]
They thought I'd be another one hit wonder
until I pulled up to the VMA's in one big Hummer
you know I'm a big stunna just like Baby fool
brand new Bentley Fanna what color?-baby blue
Uh Deano hit me now I got cheddar to make
you thinking Condo I'm thinking fifty-eight to a state
you got your crib on a hill, I got my crib on a lake
What, what where I'm from we like our music screwed up
Uh, the blades chop we use jewerly and stage props
we hate cops (why) cause everyday we get stopped
for ridin spinners plus they know I got my pistol on me
you try to jack me for my 'Lac they gon'miss you homey

[Chorus]

(talking)
Yo Will-Lean let's roll man (Let's ride)
we gotta go homey (Let's ride)
you know how we do it though (Let's ride)
(tires screech)

[Verse 2]
Uh I'm too street go pop-but I pop heat in the street
I'm not braggin, G-5 wagon when I speed in my jeep
customized, bubble eyed with DVD's in the head rest
look I hope you potty-trained cause the tech'll leave you wet
let's make a bet I stay on top and keep a new whip off the lot
fifty weeks on the Billboard dogg I'm too hot
but when I do drop you better move out 'cause I'm comin
niggaz like roaches when the lights on they runnin
ten years and gunnin just like M.O.P
fuck strugglin-I get my publishin ain't shit for free
I get that big bread, I'm making big chips
you get killed at the beginnin I get them big strips

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I'm a diplomat like Jim Jones, Nextels and sprint phones
I'm tryna own ten homes yo rap money been gone
I'm harder then ya'll better yet I'm smarter then ya'll
I don't need yo ass nigga-regardless I ball
I got that hot shit that you bump in yo drop top shit
Bentley cocked hit the old folks like stop it
you know I drop hits every time I spitt fire
whoever told you I ain't ballin-a damn lier

[Chorus]

[talking]
Haha let's ride you know I make the music
you can ride to, get high to, get fly to
yeah like them Ruff Ryder niggaz
I make that shit you can ride-or-die to
holla at ya boy, Houston we have a problem
red spider on the B-we gettin cheddar now we on another level now haha