Lil' Flip

[fox69]

"My Mama Used To Tell Me"
(feat. Big Shasta)

"My Mama Used To Tell Me"
(feat. Big Shasta)



Ooooh-oooh-oooh
Make yoooour cash
My mama used to tell me...

[Lil' Flip]
Let me state my name, and show my skills
I'm Lil' Flip, and I got that deal
But I keep it real, with my peeps
And I hold my heat, when I'm in the streets
But I can't stop and I won't stop, rapping till I'm dead
Cause every single day, I got ideas in my head
Like trippling my money, and doubling my fans
I did shows for hundreds, but now I'm getting grands
But I give thanks to the man, for giving me a talent
Cause I could still be hustling, trying to feed my family
And y'all think its a fantasy, to wanna drive a Benz
But if you get that car, how you gon supply them ends
And you gon want some rims, and you gon want a house
But when rent come around, nigga why your lights out
Now you sitting on the couch, all slouching and mad
Cause you acting like you balling, but you really doing bad
But trust me dog, I've been down the same road
But what I learned, is that you can't let money control
The way you act, the way you talk (the way you talk)
Your attitude, and the way you walk (the way you walk)
The way you feel, the way you think (the way you think)
Cause everything you got, could be gone by one week

[Chorus: Big Shasta]
My mama used to tell me
Ooooh-oooooh-ooooh
My daddy used to tell me
Make yooour cash
My granny used to tell me
Ooooh-oooooh-ooooh
My grandpa used to tell me
Make yooour cash

[Lil' Flip]
To whoever you are, and wherever you be
Whether you punching a clock, or selling them ki's
Just keep your head up, don't get fed up
Just do what you gotta do, to keep your bread up
And watch for your friends, who always wanna get you high
Cause that might be the one, friend let you die
Sometimes I cry, yeah nigga I cry
Because half of the people I loved, they already died
Like my cousin, I can't forget my best friend
And my mama's mama, so everyday I'm stressing
But I went and got a tat, for all the people I love
And money won't change me, I'm still a educated thug
Riding 20 inch dubs, even though I didn't want em
But Hump paid for it so fuck it, I'ma flaunt em
And I'm still in the hood, giving money to the kids
But I don't want publicity, for all the shit I did
But I did it from the heart, not to get famous
Cause I been having paper, and it'll never change us
And if I ain't in the hood, that mean I got a show
That's why I stay on my grind, cause I gotta have dough

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"North 2 Tha South"
(feat. Paul Wall, Chamillionaire & Slim Thug)

"North 2 Tha South"
(feat. Paul Wall, Chamillionaire & Slim Thug)



[talking]
Whoa yeah, Lil' Flip the Freestyle King
Hold up, from the North to the South
Uh, uh, uh

[Lil' Flip]
Welcome to the South, where niggaz ride 84 swangas
Nothing but the screwed shit, in they c.d. changers
You know me, as I slide down the block
Nothing but princess cuts, slide off my watch
As I slide out my block, sipping Sprite syrup
Wearing Iceberg, bout to hit the right curb
I might swerve, when I'm under the influence
They pull me over, but I got my license and insurance
You know me, as I'm on six-ten
In a big Benz, swangas poke like stick-ends
Riding on chrome, with my Prime Co. phone
I'm the Freestyle King, cause I'm sitting on my throne
The Southside, we ride down MLK
The Southside, turn three lanes to a one way
The Southside, you gon get some gun play
Hands in my pants, but my name ain't Al Bun-day

[Hook: Chamillionaire]
It ain't a game, we switching lanes
Sitting on D's or swangs, gripping and squeezing grain
See me, I ain't ashamed to throw up the set I claim
It's a Northside Southside, Dirty South thang

[Chamillionaire]
We on lights that got word, choppers on block 'burbs
Make sure that you lock your, Denali's and droppers
Got nuts and got nerds, if you caught without your
Heat in your boxers, no feathers they got birds
Man I'm sitting crooked on a switch, and your misses wondering
If she'd freeze her lips, if she kissed my wrist
Top of the list top gun, tops for the drop got none
Where they pop Don pop gun, and run when the cops come
That's where I'm from, shrangle a grain swanging a lane where I hang
Everyday thang, ducking the FED's busting the lead screens hang
Nothing but rain, me and Lil' Twin always been like kin
So we spend six to ten, six-ten crooked on sixteen
Throw up your set and represent, like you ain't ashamed of it
If you see me with a case, then I promise it ain't luggage
You still on the same subject, and spitting the same rubbish
Chamillion just came thuggish, don't act like you can't love it

[Hook: Chamillionaire]

[Paul Wall]
My neighborhood mean-mug, cause we be acting a grouch
20 inches squatting lower, than a midget that crouch
We leaning with a slouch, on a European made couch
I'm a walking night club, cause there's a disco ball in my mouth
You better not come out the house, if you afraid of the dark
My advice is not to park your car, next to the park
And if you ain't got no bite, then you better not bark
Cause on my block, you'll be like raw meat surrounded by sharks
Hold up, them Hollywood hooligans at it again
If you owe nine, your best bet's to bring back ten
Me and Twin hitting licks, way up in Memphis 10
Go to sleep at 9:59, back on the grind at ten
Look out, I got a snowstorm on every tooth
I got clumsy screens that stumble, and fall down from the roof
Paul Wall act a guerilla, when it come to my loot
If you's a hater kiss my boot, till you puke it ain't cute

[Hook: Chamillionaire]

[Slim Thug]
Last but not least, off the Northside streets
Be the Mr. Slim Thug, the Boss capish
You wanna hustle on my block, you gotta ask for permission
Break the rules on my block, and you'll come up missing
Ain't no games being played, just big money getting made
You come short on that North, and somebody getting sprayed
We real G's no fakers, balling like the Lakers
By any means necessary, we getting paper
Not in the Rap-A-Lot mafia, but I roll with a mob
I cash a check everyday, but I ain't got no job
I'm a hustler a thug nigga, born and raised
If I don't get nothing else, Slim don't get paid
Nawfside representer, wrist cold like the winter
Main attraction when I enter, standing tall like a center
Boss Hogg representer, from the North to the South
H-Town to D-Town, we break boys off uh

[Hook x2: Chamillionaire]

 

[fox69]

"On Point"
(feat. Lil' James)

"On Point"
(feat. Lil' James)



[Chorus 1 - Lil' Flip (Lil' James)]
You on point James (I'm on point Flip)
You act bad James (I act bad Flip)
You got skills (Nigga you know I got skills)
Then lets put our brains together and make some mills

[Lil' James]
I got skills like a coal mine lined up with a drill
Keep the crowd on their feet like Vince Carter wind mills
I'm from the heart of the streets it ain't no harder than me
You better throw in a towel you can't flow harder than me
If ain't sparkin up sweets I'm bowgarding the beat
Then I'm in studios spittin flows dodging the heat
Game is harder to creep mind harder to piece
It's so throwed you gon need tinted goggles to see
It's iced out
You think you can hang like Wayne its lights out
You think you can hang with Big James you might drop
You think you can grip with Lil' Flip you might ship
So don't slip we knocking tight like vice grip

[Chorus 2 - Lil' James (Lil' Flip)]
You on point Flip (I'm on point James)
You act bad Flip (I act bad James)
You got skills (Nigga you know I got skills)
Well lets put our brains together and make some mills

[Lil' Flip]
You know I got skills like Kevin Garnett
In my garage I got eleven(11) carvettes
I'm Lil' Flip and I'm the freestyle king
And I like to act bad did you peep my ring
And the heat I bring burn like acid
So step back cause I burn through plastic
I'm the hardest down south and niggas hate that
You claim you makin cash but you ain't drop a tape yet
I'm a CEO you know what that mean
Don't nobody touch my green
Some niggas can't rap some niggas can't flow
But guess what Lil' Flip can do both

[Chorus 2]

[Lil' Flip]
Well I'm a mic wrecker
A lamburgini price checker
Rolex baggetts 30 pointer ice bezel

[Lil' James]
I'm a freestyle ace
Shining all in your face
Same gator on my shoes wraped around my waisted

[Lil' Flip]
I'm a track ripper
A black dob hat tipper
I step out at the grammys wearing black slippers

[Lil' James]
I'm a bin bibber
Orange juice and gin sipper
On this track I went first the hook and then Flipper

[Lil' Flip]
I'm a song writer
And I carry my own title
I copyright all of shit
so nigga don't bite her

[Lil' James]
I'm a fast flower
True naked ass shower
Endo octomo hydro hash blower

[Lil' Flip]
I'm a big shot
I'm the king of Hip Hop
And when I freestyle I leave you with your lips lock

[Lil' James]
I'm a mud puppy
Codeine cup guppy
I eat fish shrimp french fries with hush puppys

[Lil' Flip]
I'm in a path finder
I'm autograph signer
And I'm gon be rich until I'm a flat liner

[Lil' James]
I'm a young thug ready
ninthteens(19) on my chevy
Breaking hoes like Eddie
More blades than Freddie

[Lil' Flip]
Now I'm a superstar
I know you heard of a star
We the ones that be driving them convertable cars

[Lil' James]
I'm a Sunny Side nigga out of Check A Hoe Texas
I stay money wide nigga like a chief executive

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]

 

[fox69]

"Out There Grindin' (Remix)"
(feat. Play, Skillz)

"Out There Grindin' (Remix)"
(feat. Play, Skillz)



Remix, remix, ha ha

[Hook]
Is it cause them boys is out there shinin', (shinin')
Maybe cause them boys is out there grindin', (grindin')
Platinum pieces wid Canary diamonds, (diamonds)
The haters is talkin' but never mind them (never mind them)
[x2]

[Skillz]
I don't even push caine and I push the brain
Ahead of the game, came in range
Not the Rover never pullin' over
smooth like Hova gettin' older, (it's the remix)
Not the mafia but the three six is parked outside
Got you thinkin' how you got, left with a Lincoln
Me and Flip on some new shit
We stayin' alive no bullshit
Stick to the motto, pump a few bottles
fuck a few models, feel no sorrow
People said to slow my roll
But the bread's comin' fast and I know
That the platinum pieces keep me shinin'
Thinkin' of my mother keeps me grindin'
Entered the game at a young age
I'm on my own I'm out the cage
If you say I'm young and I can't get in
Use a fake I.D. with a picture of my rim
Twenty fours, might work, who knows
Skillz on the track with a platinum rapper
Pockets gettin' much fatter

[Hook]

[Lil' Flip]
I got, big rocks all in my cross
Every night a different hoe I toss
You better check the facts check the stacks
Y'all niggaz lost
How much my jewelry cost
Just ask my nigga Boss
It's winter time so you know the birds flyin' south
So spread it word of mouth, I'm tryna get 'em all
We from the Clover nigga we gon' make it through the drought
Got thirty in the vault, got fifty on my neck
A hundred on my wrist, three hundred on my check
Five hundred on my Benz, four hundred for my friends
We rollin' on lorenz, watch the spinners spin
We pimpin' hoes like Ken, we never drink on gin
My records always spin, I gotta win nigga

[Hook]

[Play]
No matter what the mood is, in a throwback Saint Louis
Shinin' and grindin' these ain't no birds these is Canary diamonds
So quit ya yappin', rappin' before I get to clappin'
From the 2-1-4, 7-1-3 I stay on my Q's stay on my P's
I do what I do I do it wid ease, so bitch please
The topic is, the fact that I'm shinin'
Windows down and yo I'm grindin'
Not the Clipse but I got some clips
Ten stacks, and I make a hit
Then I flip to a brick and add a five
Hit the block, now it's time to grind
Pants saggin' money braggin'
Playin' a one coachin' a two
H-one, H-twos, flippin' a Jag bounce in a coupe
From state to state, bitches to models
Pop the bottle different zones
Time zone, fire's on, whooo!
I'm in jacob zone

[Hook]

It's the remix
Shinin' (southside)
Grindin' (northside)
Diamonds (eastside)
Never mind them (westside), ha ha
That's how we do it man
Lil flipper, underground legend
You gotta feel me, you gotta feel me
I ain't fuck off my budget
You gotta feel me, haha, whoo!

 

[fox69]

"Pass Da Swisha"

"Pass Da Swisha"


That reefer that reefer I be on it everyday
I keep a 2 liter, we chief about 2 oz a day
Purple haze, silver haze white widow break it down
I kno how to cure my weed, but I can't wait I'll take it now
I roll em fat u can ask snoop how we blow big
You do it to if u got 80 g's for 4 gigs
See out in Canada I get my hands on everything
My girl can't handle I'm in love with that Mary Jane
I smoke chronic I get blunted it ain't a thing to me
I kno it smell loud, the crystals red and brown
I bought a pound it's goin down
What you Smokin on them 83's not 84's playboy what u rollin on
I Get high like my G5 in the sky
I Keep my big oomp spray whenever I ride
Now Put yo lighters up if u a bud smoker smoker
I'm getting high nigga

Now pass da swisher to the left and slide
Cus everybody tryin to get high
I said pass da swisher to the left and slide
Cus everybody tryin to get high

I wish I woulda met bob Marley one time
Cus I bet we woulda smoked more than a dime
Look I don't do the lines, ice, and the x pills
But I guarantee u cali got the best field
Firs u roll it roll it
Then u puff it puff it
When it's gon get u another blunt then stuff it stuff it
Don't cuff it cuff it
Hit it once then pass it
The shit that I be smoking can smell through the plastic
What the hell u got in that herb
It's right right u even mix it with syrup
My sprite my sprite
So u can't tell me I ain't blowin
U can't tell me I ain't smoking
U can't tell me I ain't holdin
U hear the motherfuckin switches
Anybody try to jack me he gon leave the scene with stiches
My black and white people roll up yo white boys
We call em joints man let's get straight to the point

Now pass da swisher to the left and slide
Cus everybody tryin to get high
I said pass da swisher to the left and slide
Cus everybody tryin to get high

Now wat u wat u wat u got up in that bag
Can I can I give u money left go half
Oh oh oh o now u actin shady nigga
Whoa so so I'm baggin my 380 nigga
The craziest drug I did was a mushroom
An hour later I'm getting scurred in the restroom
Hallucinating everything lookin 3d
But I don't care cus I'm a mofuckin B.G
Say say say say wat u got fo sale
Oh oh u a cop I ain't tryna go to jail
Shit shit shit shit I almost fucked up
Bitch bitch bitch bitch don't roll my stuff up
Shut the fuck u don't have to roll my dutch up
I don't need u anyway let's get out I got my haze
When I was broke n nobody wanna chill with me
Now I got some mills with me
Plus I got that kill with me

Now pass da swisher to the left and slide
Cus everybody tryin to get high
I said pass da swisher to the left and slide
Cus everybody tryin to get high

 

[fox69]

"Pimp Juice"
(feat. Pimpin' Ken)

"Pimp Juice"
(feat. Pimpin' Ken)



Yo, this the underground though, nigga
Haha, ya know, ye

[Verse One: Lil' Flip]
She wanna get me for my pimp juice
Cuz she gone of the x, and that grey goose
Plus Imma pimp hoe, so I can't pay you
You understand I'm the man
And gettin' money, is the motherfuckin' plan
I'm like a kick stand, cuz I'm always leanin'
I never do the speed limit, so I'm always speedin'
And it don't take much, to make me happy
Cuz I bin have this shit, way before I was rappin'
Went to cappin', before I, get to clappin'
Niggaz kamikazee style, and make sho I hit the cabin
But don't hold the grudge, when I go see the judge
Till ya locked up nigga, you can't fuck
And ya baby mama, still in the free world
You thought she had one child, now she got three girls
Boi, I'm the real mcoy, you niggaz too faced
I pull a gun to ya mouth, like toothpaste
We in a new state, tryna get the big lick
I got money on my mind, nigga fuck a bitch
Don't worry about snitch, cuz they talk too much
That's how dumb ass niggaz, get coughed up
But not me, cuz I never hang out
I got chopper bullets, watch them hoes rang out
And when them cops pull up on the scene
Nine times outta ten, Imma be wit will lean

[Hook: Lil' Flip]
I know you wanna hit the club on dubs, don't ya
I know you wanna smoke all of my bud, don't ya
I know you wanna be my new bitch, don't ya
But I'm sorry, cuz lil flip don't want ya

[Verse Two: Lil' Flip]
Yeah I don't want ya nasty ass girl, ya gotta be fine
I can't fuck a eight or a seven, you gotta be a dime
I seen you niggaz, gotta be wit stupid hoes
But I feel em, cuz them hoes buy a niggaz clothes
Fuck the clothes, make ya hoe by ya dro
Pay ya bills, change ya grills, brang you wheels
Lil flip jus got a deal, Imma keep it I got game
You should peep it, you are lame
I'm the flip, the freestyle king of the freestyle gang
I don't sniff nuthin', all I do is split buttons
When I pull up to the club, they say flip stuntin'
I'm freestylin' nigga, I hear ya writin' shit
That's why you fuckin' up nigga, it's time you say real shit

[Pimpin' Ken: talking]
Ye, Pimpin' ken, why you chillin' wit these fat ass bitches
Ya fat fat, the burger king got ya gal fat fat
Ye, ye ye, Pimpin' ken, one more time
Hey flip you know what I'm talkin' bout man
We up in this dallas texas, mayne you know what I'm talkin' bout
Know what I'm talkin' bout, check this out man
I know you talkin' bout them pimp juice man
But you know what pimp juice is mayne
It's that shit we got in the pimp cup mayne
Know what I'm talkin' bout, yea man that's that pimp juice
You that grey goose right?, it's make a hoe turn into a big moose
Ya know what I'm talkin' bout, know what I mean
Imma go pimp some money, real motherfuckin' quick man
You know we got these hoes drunk on this motherfuckin'gang bangin
You know we ain't alchoholics
We motherfuckin' pimpaholics, in this bitch man
It's Pimpin' Ken and Lil' Flip
You see us on BET, you know how we livin'
[continues talking till end of song]

 

[fox69]

"Platinum Stars"
(feat. Bun-B, Chamillionaire & Lil' Matt (Lil' Kingz))

"Platinum Stars"
(feat. Bun-B, Chamillionaire & Lil' Matt (Lil' Kingz))



[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
Uh, Lil' Flip
I'm hoppin' out in a fendi suit
I got DVD's in my bentley coupe
I got hoes that's 22
they buy me clothes and tennis shoes
I'm so throwed when it come to hoes
before I get they phone number they come outta they clothes
I might take 'em to Papa Deaux's
but only if she a proper hoe
I gotta lac (what kind), a cadillac escalade
I'm wearin' jordans (which ones), very first ones made
I gotta watch (what kind), iced out cartier
I gotta rolley but that's somethin' that I hardly wear
I'm Lil' Flip, the coldest freestyle ever
Since day one I was programmed to get this cheddar

[Chorus: Lil' Matt]
Who you drive? Platinum cars
Who you pull? Platinum stars
Who you write? Platinum bars
Platinum teeth, inside yo jaws
Diamond gon' rock my platinum wrist
Platinum toilet to take a ish
Gold is gold, and platinum is happenin'
so whodi watch this

[Chamillionaire:]
Yeah, ay, it's Koopa
Gotta green back, stack in my palm
I come in Yukon black with alarm
Ice on the arm and a platinum charm
And you prolly had a thought about jackin' it nah
Of course you didn't nigga the force is hittin'
behind the throwback I show that the boys is trippin'
[?] sky hit a force and lift him
Top on the drop yeah of course it's missin'
Don't want her man to know
that I'ma hit when I'm finished I'ma hand the hoe
Back to her man before, he even have to know
A weddin' ring ain't somethin' I'ma hand the hoe
Do money grow on trees? nigga the answers no
I treat g's like seeds get a grand to grow
Car lookin' like a zoo in a candy store
Alligator on the floor with a candy door
Can't stand me no, cuz I'm havin' dough
I keep a tune on me just like a mechanic flow
You ain't gettin' paper what you up in the game fa'?
Gettin' paper now couldn't be a complainer
Trunk lift up at a acute angle
Isoceles triangle pokin' outta my swangers
Chain cost me 10 g's
Independent no label could pimp me
So it really ain't a thing you could get free
Unless you tryna get them chains off of Pimp C
We, jammin UGK you see the jewlrey ay!
Cover ya eyes it'll blind like a U.T. Ray
Stay throwed in the game, holdin' the grain (yeah)
Ice and the white gold in my chain
Raisin' the trunk and showin' my bang
Hoes on the swangs while the doors color change
Nah I won't let the change go to my brain
Respect better be somethin' you hope in the game
You gon' mess around and get choked with ya chain
Flip, Bun and Chamillion in control in the game

[Chorus: Lil' Matt]

[Bun B:]
U (Under), G (Ground), K (Kings)
Bitch I'm the King of the underground
and the pope of Port Arthur
Keep that fire heat on ya street
and a meat in your daughter
Got no love for a hater, got no hate for a lover
Just distrubute my pollution, keepin' weight undercover
My brother, now we back up on the block again
I got them rocks again, and the blocks again
until' the cops come in
but see the better bring the SWAT my friend
Because I promise that we not runnin'
Nigga we gon' be here all day
posted in this hallway
Keep them cluckers comin' in cuz we serve 'em all yay
Them nickles and dimes and quarters
That pop of the rock you a boughta
But [?] we oughta, nigga we turnin' ya projects into the Carter
Got automatic starters, for they automatics choppers
And the Texas boy a automatic to break you off somethin' proper
I knock off a bopper, break down a bird and bust me a flow
I'm down with the Pimp and the Prince
from now forever you don't like it you must be a hoe so

[Chorus: Lil' Matt]

 

[fox69]

"Playa 4 Life"
(feat. Chamillionaire)

"Playa 4 Life"
(feat. Chamillionaire)



[Hook: Chamillionaire]
You know I stay stacking my cheddar, leaning back on the leather
With a ride or die chick, on my side
Nobody does it better, so somebody better tell ya
That you dealing, with a playa fo' life
I'm a playa fo' life, I'm a playa fo' life
I'm a playa fo' life, I'm a playa fo' life
You need a baller, I'm a baller your type
You need a playa, that's what I is fo' life

[Lil' Flip]
24's on the coupe when I roll by, four guns on my lap when I roll high
Now I'm back in the trap with four fpies, three macks on my lap and a fo'-five
Mo'fuckers ain't know I could rap fast, mo'fuckers ain't know I could stack cash
Lil' mama right there she got a fat ass, but you know Clover Geez don't trick cash
Now let me slow it down, for all you Screw heads
Don't call me Flipper, it's Mr. I Can Do Dat
Fuck a lay-away, if I like it I buy it
And if it's purple haze, if I like it I try it
I'm doing 85, on 2-88
The music so loud, my phone on vibrate
I missed like twenty calls, and two of em my dogs
And you guessed it right, the rest of em broads

[Hook]

[Lil' Flip]
Come with me and tour the globe, let me show you how it go
I'll take you out that Bebe, and put you in designer clothes
You'll be closing Phantom do's, and Dolce & Cabana clothes
The paparazzi waiting, when you stepping out that G4
G5 we fly, we high ah man
I bet your man, ain't never had a hundred grand
I be drunk every hour, I be high every minute
I be dodging the press, because my windows tinted
I'm a playa for real, diamonds lay on my grill
To get out my deal, I had to pay two mill
Now I'm happy as ever, laying back on my leather
The number one fly boy, on the back of my sweater

[Hook]

[Lil' Flip]
Them chicks in Chi-Town, looking for a real playa
Them chicks in Las Vegas, they get that money out there
Them chicks in New York, cute but they talk rude
Them chicks in Paris France, now they know what to do
Them chicks in Berlin, they say they want a playa too
I got the chicks in the Lou, they hollin' what it do
Them Cali chicks, want a playa with that real do'
That's when I pull up in my drop, and let me grill show

[talking]
Ay-ay come ride-come ride-come ride
Ay, Southside for life
Ain't nobody do it like me, aaay

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Put Yo Fist Up"
(feat. Redd, SPM)

"Put Yo Fist Up"
(feat. Redd, SPM)



[talking]
Got to do something for the playas
If you ain't a real playa, you'll have to
Go to the back of the club
This for the playas and the ballas (ballas)
And the pimps, for everybody (Southside)
Who rocking lots of ice, teeth shine
Piece shine, pull up looking clean
On two 20's nigga

[Chorus]
Put your fist up
If you wearing a rolex put your wrist up
Grab your styrofoam cups of drink mixed up
If your car broke down get it fixed up
Playas put your fist up, let your piece shine
If you got diamonds in your grill let your teeth shine
And when we at the club we be creased down
You ain't never seen no playa like me huh
Don't ball with Sucka Free huh

[SPM]
I just put some new rugs in my two story club
Hoes getting dug in my king size tub
Boys getting drugged, trying to act like a thug
No fucking love while I sip purple mud
I fly like a dove, smoke like a champ
Never run from no one cause I might catch a cramp
Smoking damp, fucking on a old school tramp
Ten dollar rock for a twenty food stamp
My name is Carlos holla fuck these hoes
Life is like ballet stay on your toes
My dream is to keep the world up all night
Cause I got enough caine to have a snowball fight
I floss gators, got cribs with elevators
So much cash I bought a pool for my neighbors
Dopehouse and Sucka Free, run your ass up a tree
Fuck with me, and you'll be keeping dad company

[Chorus]

[Lil' Flip]
When I walk into the club people say (where he go)
But when I open up my mouth they be like (there he go)

[Redd]
When Redd sliding through the club I'm throwing my elbows
Any girl I snag, she sticking like velcrow

[Lil' Flip]
And when I take my watch off, they say (who cut the lights off)
And I can freestyle all night until they cut the mics off

[Redd]
As soon as I touch the stage, broads ain't paging they man
Instead they spilling liquor, waving they hands

[Lil' Flip]
Well I'm a valet parker and a endo sparker
So many waves in my hair I got to wear swimming goggles

[Redd]
Now we ready to buy the bar tossing shit the counter
People notice my name and run over the ?

[Lil' Flip]
Now when you see me in the club I'm dressed top of the line
I'm mixing up codeine and popping bottles of wine

[Redd]
I met a chickenhead from Michigan showing her tattoo
Hit it off at the bar too let's scram so we could car pool

[Chorus]

[Lil' Flip]
Hey, this for my Blacks, Asians, Chinese and Caucasians
Muslims, Irish and even Jamaicans
Hispanics, Indians, throw your sets up
And all the fine women, raise your dress up
Hold up your piece if you got ice in it
And put your white cups up if you got pink sprite in it
You might see me at the bar but I don't drink that much
I just bought an Escallade and I'm gone paint that truck
I got three million in the bank, but it ain't that much
Now when I look at magazines I say ain't that us
I'm in the VIP section, wearing a black dob
I got the women screaming whoa but my name ain't Black Rob
Man, they screaming Lil' Flip at the front of the club
A nigga buzzed off this remmy with a blunt and a hug
When Sucka Free in the club women lose they brains
If I need ice in my cup, then I use my chain, bling bling

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"R.I.P. Screw"
(feat. Bizzy Bone)

"R.I.P. Screw"
(feat. Bizzy Bone)



[talking]
Yeah (yeah, yeah) uh
Lil' Flip, Bizzy Bone
(First Eazy, Houston Texas
Then Pac, then Biggie
And now it's Big Pun
Now DJ Screw, Aaliyah)

[Chorus: Bizzy Bone - 2x]
And even though you gone, your memory lives on
And on yeah, and even though you died
You still my nigga, my nigga, my nigga

[Lil' Flip]
I met Screw in 9-4 at a Fat Pat show
Back when Club Unique, use to be stadium bowl
I walked up to his car with a cassette in my hand
Then I freestyled for him cause this could be my only chance
Me and my partner Jason, we started doing mix tapes
We both smiled cause we knew this could be our big break
Then Screw wrote his number down and said hit him next week
Get your list together, and pick all your beats
Well time went by and my best friend died
Rest in peace Jason dog I wish your ass was alive
A couple months later, my second cousin passed
So that made me sit down and realize what I had
I dropped "Diamonds In Yo Face" and "Buy The Car, Buy The House"
And Screw saw me at a show and said boy you went off
Two hours later, I was making tapes at his house
And didn't nobody go to sleep until the mics went off

[Chorus - 2x]

[Lil' Flip]
I'm still on earth, and everything ter-rific
Hold me a spot, so we can reunite and kick it
People don't understand life, but one day you'll get it
But for now you better enjoy your one way ticket
And Screw, I wanna thank you for the help you gave me
We had a relationship like Lil Wayne and Baby
The day you gave me the plack saying Screwed Up Click
The Freestyle King forever is Lit-tle Flip
You let me rip, the mic while you was scratching and mixing
I wasn't trying to run shit I just played my position
We stood in the kitchen smoking, laughing and sipping
Getting high, me and you eating a basket of chicken
Before we shot fool you said Flip come get a ass whipping
I ain't gone lie, Screw could shoot with one hand without missing
I'm on a mission, I'm trying to Screw up the world
Lil' Flip gone hold it down baby that's my word

[Chorus - 2x]

[Lil' Flip]
Now the last verse, I ain't even got to curse
I'm use to seeing your Impala not you riding in a hearse
You set a trend, that'll never be forgotten
Just imagine Batman if he didn't have Robin
But I learned a lot, and I'm glad I'm in a click
And please believe, I still drop underground hits
I got your name tatted on me with a crown on top
You probably DJ'ing up there for Biggie Smalls and Pac

[talking]

[Chorus - 2x]