J-Kwon Album

My mic on, my mic on, oh oh oh my mic on.
Hey yall dont dont yah hate when
When people waste a perfect a a good beat on a intro?
I mean yah yah i i could of bought another beat for my intro
I i could of bought another beat for my intro
But but FUCK THAT
I went and spent my money on a trackboyz charm fo my chain,
I went and spent my money on Dub for my rig yo and
I went and spent my money a half of pound of that good
So with no further ado I would like to introduce myself
J-Kwon
And welcome to the Hood Hop album

Ay world, this Streets 101
I'm finna give you a head for pound of J-Kwon
And a quarter burn of Track Boy Music

[Chorus:]
Hey hey hey hey hey
Now all my life (dirty), I'm livin (dirty)
And I'ma keep it (dirty) until I'm gone (dirty)
So where you at (dirty)? where you at (dirty)?
Where they at (dirty)? Where they at (dirty)?

This the new improved hoop hop
I make ev'ry mu'fukka in this bitch, do the wop
Dirty run his mouth til the album drop
Why's that? Trak Boy beats like a free bricker Caine on the block
I'm 17 name ain't the same on the block
And peter knock the nigger out his frame on the block
And he'll come through and let it rain on the block
And all they gots to say is its a shame on the block
I'm hot homeboy, don't ever get it twisted
Numbers unlisted stayed in third district, for real
I'm ready to get naughty, best of both worlds so Hey Shawty
Show me the party, and I'll show you the coke
I can show you my dick you can show me your throat
If a nigga trip, then we can show him the '4
If a niggas run up to you we can show him some mo'

[Chorus]

Now I wish a nigga would run up like that
Man i put that on the hood I'mma strike back
And niggas talk shit but i don't like that
Sayin all like Gee but I ain't write that
And maybe mamma's man ain't about shit
Basically what i'm sayin dude fuck a bitch
And if I had two i'd touch a bitch
In the same breath, turn around and touch a clit
And nigga if i said it, i fuckin meant it
And nigga if it's rented i ain't fuckin in it
Track boys give me money so i fuckin spend it
Ya'll rollin the spreewell but not the authentics
And fuck your fuckin '4 and your roof clown
I got shit that'll turn your fuckin coupe round
You ain't heard i'm the troop now
By the fact, hook gonna break it down

[Chorus]

Dawg It's a missile, how we drop one single
Left the game now the whole world miss me
Freak this bitch like homegirl missy
Like I tell them niggaz got the whole world tipsy
Sick and tired of old g's tryin to gip me
Goin put a lumpin in this shit like a hicky
All i say is to them dudes come get me
Watch a patch of prone cause i' like a gypsy
Funny how I can't loc in public, smoke in public
Girl even choke in public,
Got dough so that's why i'm so republic
Cause hit the door, i start actin so republic
I had it sent back and like i had a briccamore
So you got snitched on by the cona-whore
Show us or show her ass what these guns are for
Or let the priest show her mom what these nuns are for

[Intro]
Teen drinking is very bad.
Yo I got a fake id though.
Yeeah, yeeah, yeeah, yo, 2 step with me, 2 step with me.

[1st verse]
1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the 4,
Everybody drunk out on the dance floor,
Babygirl ass jiggle like she want more,
Like she a groupie and I aint even on tour,
Maybe cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore,
Or maybe cause she heard that I ride out the stores,
Bottom of the 9th in the series gotta score,
If not i gotta move on to the next floor,
Here comes the 3 to the 2 to the 1,
Homeboy trippin' he don't know I got a gun,
When it come to pop man we do this for fun,
You aint got one nigga you betta run,
Now i'm in the back gettin ? from my hunz,
While she goin down i'm breakin down what i done,
She smokin my stuff sayin she aint havin fun,
Chick give it back now you don't get none.

[Chorus]
Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy, everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy.

[Verse 2]
2, here comes the 3 to the 4 to the 5,
Now i'm lookin at shorty right in the eyes,
Couple seconds passed now i'm lookin at her thighs,
While she tellin me how much she hate her guy,
Said she got a kid but she got her tubes tied,
If you 21 girl that's alright,
I wonder if a shake comin with them fries,
If so baby can i get em super sized,
Here comes the 4 to the 3 to the 2,
She started feelin on my johnson right out the blue,
Girl you super thick so i'm thinkin that's koo,
Bit instead of 1 lifestlye i need 2
Her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels,
Expression on her face like she aint got a clue,
And she told me she don't run with a crew,
You know how i do but i guess why i gotta do.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
3, here comes the 4 to the 5 to the 6,
I could spend ? i aint gotta say i'm rich,
This single man aint tryna get hitched,
Nigga waste it on me man son of a bitch,
Brushed it all off now i'm back to gettin lit,
Grisa orange juice man this some good ish,
Homeboy trippin cause i'm starin at his chick,
Now he on the sideline starin at my clique,
Here comes the 5 to the 4 to the 3,
Hands in the air if you cats drunk as me,
Club on the set kwon cut out them trees,
Dude i don't care i'm a p.i.m.p.

[Chorus]

Everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy.

f/ St. Lunatics

[Intro - Murphy Lee - talking]
I-I-I-I-I-I see some hoes..
In herrrre..

[J-Kwon - talking]
Ayo TrackBoyz..
Its cool if I bring my other cats
From St. Louis on this one?
Come on..

[Verse - Nelly]
Girl as you came through the door, you heard it before
Errbody in this bitch better hit the floor
Your man got some money, but I bet I got more
I heard he got a Bentley, but I bet it ain't a Zoure
She braggin' bout his Cadillac, bitch I got four
She keep runnin' his mouth I might go climb in four more

[Verse - J-Kwon]
I like 'em heavily beated, conceited, you can't beat it
Bust some pussy like a cookie wit no milk I can't-can't eat it
Okay you love me? no lie, but watch it my charm bright
That don't mean that you can kick it, from grippin' my arm tight
Plus you lookin good, that-that I can't perform right
In a U.S. club, down the lot p-p-pourin' right
Jamaica born, I don't mean to toot your horn right
But ya ass super fat, w-w-was you b-born right?
And right now, I'm just chillin' with MURPH DERT!
Your girl's in the club, but feelin' on MURPH DERT!
And half of these hoes be askin' for Nelly team
I don't know where Nelly team, but I know where my ding-a-ling
Kwon the new cat, who on the scene of things
And I'm pimpin' HOOES! you really ain't seen a thing
Maybe a moon ring or maybe some jelly beans
I mention the Four Seasons, I'm hittin' by any means
Cause..

[Hook - J-Kwon] -x2
I.....I see some hoes in herrrrre
And I.......I see some hoes..
In herrrrrrrrrrre

[Verse - Murphy Lee]
Ayo I'm Murphy Lee +The Ladies' Man+, I'm Leon Phelps the go-getter
I've been pimpin' since pimpin', even was pimpin' my babysitter (You not no
pimp!)
I beg yo pardon I've been pimpin' since Kindygarten
She had the nicest boobies and remind me of Dolly Parton (Tits)
My First grade teacher bought my first set of markers
My Second grade teacher, she kind of favor Ms. Parker
Third grade: I switched schools, then my teacher was a dude
He taught me how to pimp the teachers into breakin' the rules, shoo.
My Fourth grade teacher man she had a badunkadunk
If I would shot from a 'A', she would give me a couple points
Fifth grade: I exposed my first ass, Sixth grade: I skipped my first class
Seventh grade: is when I first smashed, Eight grade: I smoked my first grass
Uh, I'm not a bad dude been on more backs then tattoos
Girl's scarred to say "Hi" so they just blush and just ask you
To ask me, autograph, pictures and hugs
I see a whole lot of women on the parking lot but more in the club
What up..

[Hook - J-Kwon] -x2
I.....I see some hoes in herrrrre
And I.......I see some hoes..
In herrrrrrrrrrre

[Verse - Ali]
Now in the V.I.P. I see so many hoes its hard for a playa to make a decision
One in therre with an ass so fat I seen it with my pimp view vision (OOH!)
You ain't got no panties on, my rep name: The Panic Zone
(Ali, is you a pimp?) Till I die, and I'm standin' on
It's nothin' to a boss, you'll fuck on what it costs
I'm the type to lose at dice and rob for what I lost
God Glory Hallelujahs, you miss a call I knew ya
And what's ya name? My name Ali, I wanna stick it to ya
Now as I sit therre and check ya, ya lookin' kind of tight but you act too fly
to me.
Push this thing in ya mouth and right before I nut I pull it out and get ya
E-Y-E.
Now you know I go hard on them know, got a pimp card that I show
And a bourgeois bitch, I dump cigars on that ho
Give a model something to swallow, send her back on the runway
Day off bitch? please we gon' double up on Sunday..

[Hook - J-Kwon] [Repeat until fade out]
I.....I see some hoes in herrrrre
And I.......I see some hoes..

f/ Eboni Eyes

(*whispering*)
TrackBoyz.

[J-Kwon]
Come on..yeah
Come on..yeah
Come on..yeah
Come on..ay

[Verse - J-Kwon]
Call me, I'm the man
You need a hand boo I got a couple hundred grand
Dayton's on ya feet, diamonds in ya piece
And I like the way ya ass move to the beat
You a freak, that's summin you can be
Keep playin' wit me, then I gotta hit ya peeps
The girls love me, 'cause I'm from the streets
In the bed, I'm goin' thirty at least
Show-Offs on the cap, plus her ass fat
It's so big she gon' let me hit it from the back
Not knowin' she a rat, she suckin' on my tat
I gotta rub her, so there's nuthin' wrong with that
the weed hold that, the blunt roll that
And when you give me head, please don't hold back
Where your eyes at? lickin' the Kodak
And when I'm finished, then you comin' it's yo pack
Now..

[Hook - J-Kwon] - x2
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'

[Verse - Eboni Eyes]
I hops out the Jag, pocket full of cash
Wish your ho would try to jump like she bad
Jeans fittin' tight, weave fittin' right
The way I feel my ass make the ballers blow they cash
Step up in the party, sippin' the Bacardi
Betta watch your man cause I'm feelin' kinda naughty
I'm lookin' to my left, over to my right
I head to the flo', time to get this bitch hype
Niggaz in the place, all up in my face
Somebody touch my ass I might have to catch a case
Don't let the face fool ya, I'll give it to ya
Peel a right hand jab like Zab Jooda
I say what I mean, mean what I say
You wanna fuck wit' me, you gotta pay like you weigh
No shame in my game, if you cannot hang
Get the fuck up out my face and let me do my thang

[Hook - J-Kwon] - x2
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'

[Verse - J-Kwon]
Gon' hit the flo'...gon' hit the flo'
Well I hops out the 'Lac, diamond in the back
You can tell by the way I made "Tipsy", I'm a mack
Show-Off in fad, Show-Off the fact
Give me a Coupe and several hoes, I'll brag
Yeah I got a grammar, some say it's country
But the truth is none of y'all gettin' money
I tried to stay humble, but her ass rumble
Give her the ball, guaranteed she gon' fumble

[Verse - Eboni Eyes]
Skin tight denim, fat ass in 'em
I can tell by the way he lookin' at me I can pimp him
This nigga herre lame, he got no game
His shoes ran over wit' a fake ass chain
Never big spenders, on my agenda
Get him to surrender, colder than December
I'm rockin' my stilettos, box of Ameretto's
Before the night is over I'ma probably have to check hoes

[Hook - J-Kwon] - x2
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'

[J-Kwon] (repeat until fade)

[Intro]
Ya know, right now, whatever you smoke
Right now cuz they ask me, and they ask me
And they ask me, they ask me

[Verse 1]
Now they ask me
How you know so much at 17
What you mean?
You never seen a dysfuctional teen
Mama cared for me, papa wasn't there for me
Older brother sold dope and murph blurr for me
Times got hard I had to get harder
Let me take that back I had to get smarter
16, I had me a daughter
Hold up J-Kwon lets get shit in order
Baby mama thats a whole 'nother story
Both too young both too horny
Cell phone rung, but I didn't anwser
Check my voice mail, my grandma got cancer
Now she layin' up in a old folks home
When it seamed like yesterday she was home
A month later stroke poped up
Her brain cells gone
The last thing she said was let no one steer you wrong, I'm grown

[Chorus]
They ask me, do I believe in God
So I ask them, did I defeat the odds
(2x)

[Verse 2]
Shit fucked up but I can't turn away now
Sold dope around the town, self esteem way down
Jessie made me tougher, he boxed me up
My mama put me in the system, she locked me up
Now this around the time that we lived on Haley
When I think about it I don't know none of my family
Except, for the immediate ones
Thats why I run to the streets and the gennies hand guns
He don't talk much so everybody wanna fight him
Every school I went to nobody liked him
Never could it be right
I'd try sometimes
So I chilled by myself and cry sometimes
And all I ask from Gods to buy sometime
Would I bring his name in it If I was lyin'
Now look at what the fuck I did, done
Terry Jones last son, this is a blessing
I'm grown

[Chorus]
They ask me, do I believe in God
So I ask them, did I defeat the odds
(2x)

[Bridge]
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Now they ask me how you know so much at 17
What you mean
You never seen a dysfuctional teen
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, woah
Times got har I had to get harder
Let me take that back I had to get smarter

[Chorus]
They ask me, do I believe in God
So I ask them, did I defeat the odds

[Intro]
Ladies and Gentlemen
Oh,oh, we like

[Chorus]
Got pussy everywhere
Weed in the air
I'm in my underwear
My under the underwear
Liquor everywhere
Condoms over their
I'm in my underwear
My under the underwear

[Verse 1]
Come on ma, I'm ready to get naughty
Don't act like you ain't know this a house party
Gangsta boo, and I know you ain't try to harm me
But don't worry bout it cuz I got the condom on me
Live in effect, yeah affect and live
I like ya style, mama I'll just take it in stride
Look in my eyes
Do I look like the type of guy
That run up on you and tell you a damn lie
Ooh boo I'm tryin to get it
Now tell me is you wit it
And if it's simple as that
Then tell me can I hit it
I don't go it it
do you go it it
You don't go it it
Thenn act a bull wit it

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 2]
You 17, wit the ass of a women
I know you gettin Tipsy cuz the liquor keep on comin'
Lookin' right in ya tank tops and underwear
But ma I'm tryin to see whats under their
Oh, you like the crib
You diggin the gold shower
In the gold shower I'm handin out gold showers
Right now, I'm thinkin lets do this
17 dude, ready to ram I'm St.Louis
You wanna smoke a little
I always got a bag
But don't tell my mama cuz she always say I'm bad
Country wit my boxers and sneakers on
Right now my third leg need a sneaker on

[Chorus 2x]

[J-Kwon talkin over music]
Oh, now why is you
The only mutha fucker in here wit yo, pants on
Ain't no other ga' got they pants on ma
I'm sayin naw I mean I'm not tryin to offend you or nothing
I'm just sayin' I-I'm tryin' to amend you or somethin
Man quit playin and take ya clothes off NOW!!!!!

[Verse 3]
Girl quit playin the party almost over
Ain't nobody old enough to drink
But ain't nobody sober
Finna take my whities off
You wanna match this thug
We can bang on floor, or the mattress rug
In the bed I role play
In em' in trains
She said she wanted me to be gentle
Hand me this band-aid
Tried to give it to her rough
But she don't want it like this
But everytime I through a party
It just happen like this

[Chorus 2x]

[J-Kwon talking over music]
I mean this right here, this
This is true to life pimpin
You just can't put anybody in the lab and just tell em' to go and they just
stary pimpin
See it ain't been no big pimpin
It has to be small pimpin first
And uh, girl you lookin good but
You tryin to hold ya little clothes on and have to get greezy wit ya for you to
take em' off
You might as well take ya belt off cuz ya pants fallin down anyway
And when I say I'm wit the Trackboyz
And the Trackboyz don't step, they 2 step
And we don't short step we will step

Im pretty sick and tired
Im getting sick and tired
Very sick and tired
Homie

[Verse 1]

If I had a coop right now, it'll be on E
First time I feel I ain't pretty, gimme TLC
Raise ya hand mutha fucka if ya feel like me
Live like me and ya know dis real like me
Thers beef for da cats who aint got nuthin
And humble too
But damn fucked up shit hada humble you
It ain't ova it jus feel like it crumbled boom
Now it diss you, said I wanna rumble too

Now if ya sick and tired say it quick say it proud
If ya sick and tired say it now say it loud
Finally got the crowd poppin and crack cockran
Gabbi represent'n St. Louis and ain't stopping
I'm sick and tired of this lame brain shit
Kwon getting money, now Kwon getting fittyz
Say whatever you say how you say its about me
How look at this crowd be sick and tired without me

[Hook]

You aint gotta like me
I aint gotta like you
And I aint gotta like you
You aint gotta me
And You aint gotta like me
I aint gotta like you
First time its Fuck Me
Then nigga its fuck you

You aint gotta like me
I aint gotta like you
And I aint gotta like you
You aint gotta me
And You aint gotta like me
I aint gotta like you
First time its Fuck Me
Then nigga its fuck you

[Verse 2]

I been bamboozled, too many times with fucken lood
Dawg Im sick and, I'm sick and tired of ya gurlz
Keep it Deuce Deuce, HOO, tucked in a room
Fuck her, stash in da car, I Got Haash in the car
Looken as they chink I got ass in they jaw
Im tired of these hoes tryin to tell Kwon to go, Been Raw
Im a gangsta mutha fucka, fuck who you are
I told you Kwon been drinkin, then piss on the bar
I don't give a damn and you niggaz know it (know it)
Im durty you pussy now where your pussy, J-Kwon gon' show it
Gunz im holding and you don't wanna get ta trippin
One sqeez of the trigga, eerbody limpin
Im from a block where eerbody crippin
Eerbody sniffin, and eerbody pimpin
J-Kwon and Trackboyz, this is tha take off
And dude im sick and tired of takin shit, Take off

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Im high (ya me)
Sumthin like Jay Z
Howz that cause I clap (ya me)
Ya back (ya me)
Strap (hella queen)
Man ya know they clap? (ya me)
Keep a stash in da dash for they all been rollin
Bought or stolen im hardly will they, huhp, holding
Cmon boy niggaz they cool off in da start, colding
Don't get mad at me cause that chick jaw, swollen
Cause I kick they haters yaa
Im like max-a-million
I make ya smack yaself with ya dick, beaters
Ya click sweeter? you don't have the time niggaz
On the block ya don't ever wanna battle rhyme niggaz
But see a me right thurr
I shine like a light burrn
I look so bright I brought light to the night club
Fucken with Kwon, ya must really like starz
Im the black brand pink and this is tha fight club

Dressed in my friends clothes
Dick ridin thinkin I don't
They my enemies
Dressed in my friends clothes
Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors
I wake up, knowin I'm bout to see 'em all in my face
Like what up, these motherfuckers all over the place
Im fet up, homie I'm angry and I need me my space
And good luck, with all that thinkin you gon take my place

[Verse 1: JD]
Its a lotta niggaz in this club poppin bub thats phony
Actin like they got nothin but love for the homie
Straight 2-faced, they like them niggaz at Sony
Now ain't you the mayor?, I'm the one and only
For as long as me and my niggaz been hittin this town like a storm
And now you gotta see me and Penny arm to arm
One day you'll get it, keep tryin nigga
Yeah right you ballin, keep lyin nigga
I know a lotta ballas, half of 'em hate me
Bankrupt but you must ain't seen my mobs lately
Be damned if you like me, give a fuck what you rate me
I only know 2 words and nigga thats pay me
Now we finna stop talkin shit about JD
Cuz he been doin this shit since y'all was babies
How you gon, try to degrade me
Yall ain't my friends, nigga I ain't crazy

[Hook: JD]
They my enemies
Dressed in my friends clothes
Dick ridin thinkin I don't
They my enemies
Dressed in my friends clothes
Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors
I wake up, knowin I'm bout to see 'em all in my face
Like what up, these motherfuckers all over the place
Im fet up, homie I'm angry and I need me my space
And good luck, with all that thinkin you gon take my place

[Verse 1: J-Kwon]
Now Ima check and chill til the moment I lose mine
And when I lose mine, gun stores gon lose lines
I thought you knew, Kwon keep 8 on the waste line
Im from the Lou, Kwon flip 8's to waste time
I spit it, for niggaz who don't feel my shit
She a whore, I don't like her you can deal my bitch
You wanna war?, what for?, I peel this bitch
Body liftin, done with it, I don't need this shit
You my enemy
Dressed in my friends clothes
But when I shoot I do better than Shaq shootin freethrows
A buncha niggaz trippin, they got the game wrong
A buncha niggaz feelin like me who bumpin the same song
Im evil, while you thinkin you gon take my spot
Wait til my album drop, quit thinkin you pop
And you rappin hardcore when you knowin you pop
And you sayin you a 'rilla when you knowin you not

[Hook: JD]
They my enemies
Dressed in my friends clothes
Dick ridin thinkin I don't
They my enemies
Dressed in my friends clothes
Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors
I wake up, knowin I'm bout to see 'em all in my face
Like what up, these motherfuckers all over the place
Im fet up, homie I'm angry and I need me my space

RRR, RRR, RRR, RRR

[J-Kwon]
Hey I can do it, too
RRR RRR RRR RRR

RRR RRR RRR RRR

[J-Kwon]
[Verse 1]

I can do it
RRR RRR RRR
Now everybody in this place is as high as me, so why the hell is you over there
eyein' me?
Peace with me, I know you ain't tryin me, if you is I'll show you how loud I'll
be. My bad, did
I pull your freight? Where my burn at, go hide, I see. Yeah I'm sign, don't get
caught, if you
do watch how quick I'll be like...

[Chorus]
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
Lets get high in the parking lot
and go
put your hands in the parking lot
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
This is high in the parking lot
put your hands in the parking lot

[J-Kwon]
[Verse 2]

Seriously, we can be real with the flow. J-Kwon, deal with the flow. Kwon P, cuz
I make money,
all cuz my wide face is shaped funny. Look ya'll, watch what you're saying, I
put that on my
mama, and I'm not playin. Trip, get hit when the time right, it's a round trip
clock, I don't
know if the time right. Yo, why your boy hoggin me, hell girls, quit buggin me,
wouldn't of
been hollared if you weren't ugly, that douf get hit, niggas buggin me. Whoa,
you niggas gettin
ugly!
Jigga wit me, and you in my spotlight, nah, I'll be like...

[Chorus]
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
Lets get high in the parking lot
and go
put your hands in the parking lot
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
This is high in the parking lot
put your hands in the parking lot
(Dirty)

[J-Kwon]
[Verse 3]

Now I don't like talkin alot, I got two words for you, parking lot. He mad, cuz
the way we
renting the spot, Our sidekicks came out tending the spot. Open Hands, bringin
the spot, that
make them wrong or right, right or wrong? You hatin cuz our haters ain't
finished the song.
Motherfuckers, oh I supposed the heat gone? Baby we all know the album droppin,
I'm for real
with the clips I got them on the poppin. You, I get your daughter to like me,
just bought a gun
it's a new artist, like me. We gonna get you chucked cuz your step wrong. You
wanna bang, we
don't even gotta fight. If we do..

[Chorus]
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
Lets get high in the parking lot
and go
put your hands in the parking lot
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
This is high in the parking lot
put your hands in the parking lot
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
Lets get high in the parking lot
and go
put your hands in the parking lot
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
This is high in the parking lot

[Intro]
I mean, I just need to talk to you right now
Yeah,,yeah, where I begin
Right, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Sunny day, age 14
When I first saw you, you was lickin a Ice cream
Knew you had freak in ya blood from the get go
Yo' you showed a nigga some love from the get go
Cute too, so you ain't get caught in the image
Friends got in I should'nt of tossed out our business
So religious, yeah
In other words, sorry could'nt explain the way I was feelin'
Back to the story
Member when we used to hit concerts
Mainly legit and nories
Tryin to get on that was exciting for me
And exciting for you that was something to see
Plus you had ass and I loved that
Back in this I was ya boyfriend I rubbed that
Tryin to get on, girl I accheived that
Everybody hands out from you I recieved that

[Chorus- Sadiyyah]
Don't need no ice or no Bentley
I just wanna have you here wit me
I'm their for you, always be true
It's just you and me, you and me
You don't have to go doubble platinum
I'll be their and I'm always goin' back em'
I'm their for you, always be true
It's just you and me you and me

[Verse 2]
I can't promise that
So I know just because
How you said them words it had to be love
Basically it had to be us
Against the world not giving 2 fucks
But know soon as shit picked up
I start actin different so you switched up
I don't blame you, but I blame us
Kept shit smooth even when it got rough
But, I don't see that no more
Got one half our wait hope he sore
What the fuck is hopin' for
When I can't be the man I used to be no more
No time, we don't go out to eat no more
Barley home, you don't see me before you sleep no more
You love me, and I know you ain't playin
Cuz the first week gone, you callin' me sayin'

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I can't promise that
Business got good, but we got bad
Money got happy, but we got sad
But in the mist we had a daughter
Evern though we floatin' clear like ocean water
Came home 2 bags of findy
It was gone that started to offend me
Child support hit, that really offend me
Puffy was right it's all about the benjy's
Bitter now cuz the loves still in me
In my boxers on couch, sippin' Remy
Thinkin' that she need to be killed like Kennedy
Then I listin to I got the remedy
After all I still give you what you need, cuz we got a daughter to feed
Though you supposed to be here at least you sold me that
Why the fuck did I listen when you told me that, stupid

[Chorus 2x]

[J-Kwon talkin over music]
You know, you feal my story
Write me or something ya know what I'm sayin
Or I'll be in a town near you or, or
Your town or whatever ya know
Come see me and come tell me that ya know
It's been a long time traveling
Though you was supposed to be here

[Intro]
Father, forgive me for I have sinned
You know, we all fall short in the glory of God ya know
But uh, true life is just so har you know
Espically when you tryin to find a way out
All I need is a sign
Lord just give me a sign
Can you just, just show me a sign

[Verse 1]
Dig it I dug it, some hate it some love it
Politic in the game, I'm just a puppet for the public
If I, spit it you can quote it
If you, read it then I wrote it
Knew it's dirty in this bitch yall let me in it so I sold it
Niggas pussy (why)
Cuz they givin they clothes up
Sayin that they pimpin'
But really givin they hoes up
(?)sake exactly from takin care of the family
Carry a scar on my nose, that came from my granny
A major player in this game
Knew it since day one
Lookin for shit to be the same
Nigga keep waitin
I done done, all I can do for the streets
Humble now I'm waitin to see what the streets do for me
Got a child, so I'm like payin support
Still a child, now who the hell paiyn support
I can slang and bang on St.Louis streets
Better yet keep it grimey till I'm 6 feet deep, come on

[Hook]
We love gettin high to the morning light
We gettin high till the morning light
Gettin high till the morning light
We gettin high like da,da,da
Gettin high like da,da,da
Da,da,da,da,da,da
We gettin high till the morning light
We gettin high till the morning light
Till the mornig light
We gettin high like da,da,da
We gettin high like da,da,da
Da,da,da,da,da,da

[Bridge]
Forgive me father I have sinned on this one
Hail Mary 10 times but this aint the last one
[2x]

[Verse 2]
Feelin strange, cuz deaths upon me
Damn I should of knew man was not gone warn me
Still rappin, while watchin my papers stackin
Tryin to leave coke alone
But the streets callin me back in
And I ain't actin
Watchin homie subtracting
Check the murder rate
I ain't lyin thats a fact and
I'm from a city where they want they corners back
Body bags whole tag
If you don't know how to act
Picture that, niggas straight scrambling for crack
Baby mamas keep up drama
But I love where I'm at
If you ain't never been to the Lou
This here lyrical too
And if you thinkin bout comin then you best be good come on

[Hook]

[Hook 2]
We nobody until somebody kills you
Gettin high till the morning light
(We gettin high till the morning light)
[2x]