Webbie Album

[Intro:]
Yeah Trill entertainment young savage I'm all the way gangsta
I heard they wanted G-shit
well i'ma G it to you nigga

[Verse 1:]
Tell me what you know about me
W.E.B.B.I.E A.K.A trill E.N.T
young S.A.V.A.G.E nigga
In the streets that where I be thats where im at cuz
Thats where I was way before the fuckin' rap cuz
Tryin' law cap get yo ass capped cuz
Or in the muthafuckin' trunk behind the speakaz
I pack gatz like them old school beepaz Bitch you got that work but you workin' them people
Yeah
Talkin' shit like a hoe about me huh
So like a man i'ma murk you when i see ya
Catch yo bitch on that cell phone shoot up up her Nokia
You ain' stupid you got ears bitch you know i'm forreal
Get that chainsaw and let you feel that pain that I feel
Slice yo ass all the way down from yo brain to yo ear
Lyrics
[Chorus:]
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
Well I'ma give it to ya
Well I'ma give it to ya
Well I'ma give it to ya
Well I'ma give it to ya

[Verse 2:]
I'm about business nigga
An in the kitchen nigga
Got long bread I can hit you from long distance nigga
I'ma bad bitch getta
A picky picky nigga
Gotta have a straight face some ass and some titties nigga
I'ma untamed gorilla cut throat mutha fucka
Threw my 18 years i done pulled all types of hustles
you don't wanna start nothing cuz the whole boot comin
might ass well ask Stevie Wonder nigga I ain't seen nothing
Fuck another nigga business I'ma mind my own
Before I get in another nigga shit I'ma find my own
Yeah play with me and bullets slang like stones
Ain't no sense in wearing vestes cuz those bullets catch domes
But cha know my vest i never leave without that since them pussy ass niggas tried to shoot in my chest
We want that real gangsta shit that's what the real niggas stress
Put the savage in the mic it's a bet

[Chorus:]
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
Well I'ma give it to ya
Well I'ma give it to ya
Well I'ma give it to ya
Well I'ma give it to ya

[Verse 3:]
I ain't at home unless I'm right where the block at
I keep a ghetto ass bitch out the projects
Don't sell weed cuz i smoke it bitch i sell crack
Don't buy pussy cuz it's free bitch I buy lacs
I got stacks cuz i'm all about cake
Real niggas I done jacked real niggas bare face
Keep a mutha fucka K
Keep more than one clip
I'ma mutha fuckin' playa i keep more than one bitch
The real deal so they steal my shit
It's all trill real rappers don't stop with these hits
It comes to real
I'm the realest
I'm the trill familylidist
You want gangsta shit so that's how you gone get it

[Chorus:]
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
Well I'ma give it to ya
Well I'ma give it to ya
Well I'ma give it to ya
Well I'ma give it to ya

Trill Fam. Young Savage you can catch me (catch me)
Fresh kicks, fresh bows, and a fresh tee (fresh tee)
We two crucial ass hoes yea that's me (that's me)
Look at him his eyes closed he ain't even sleep
Say Boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Y'all want that savage shit (savage shit) I gotta represent
Y'all want some rider shit (rider shit) well here it is then

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
How you ridin?
Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
How you ridin?
Leather seats TV's with the beat too
How you ridin?
Gettin bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours

[Webbie]
Red truck, blue truck, green truck, black truck
Suburban, Excursion, that Tahoe, that 'llac truck
LyricsFuck it a bucket, a Delta, a Cutlass
A Regal, a Montigue whatever you thuggin'
It's suped up, it's couped up, it fold down with grey sound
When summer hit you gotta keep the roof up or it go down
That bad bitch now she be in that Mustang or that Sebring
Or stuntin her ass off in that '05 her man bought
How much your paint cost?
Look like it just got rained on
Tell me this when you stop do your rims stop or they keep goin
Your Nissan, your Neon, your old man Caprice own
You finna take off them twenties and put them big 23's on
Watchin the latest DVDs with the TV's on
It's hot AC in winter can turn your heat on
You hear them loud pipes as soon as you put your feet on
Bicycles, motorbikes, whatever you on the street on

[Chorus]

[Webbie]
You went the cheap route or do that deck pop out
You gon' let that tech pop out if that mess pop out
How you ridin
Want you ain't worried bout flossin
You hollerin fuck what I'm talking your shit better than walkin
It's five stickers up on it look like the junkyard on it
The 26's up on it and Boocu bitches up on it
What kina motor up in it think it can fuck with that Hemi
I gotta Cutlass 350 will leave your ass by a distance
You ain't customly did it or oringally interior
Your like them Westside niggaz'll sit that thang on them switches
Them by 9's be tickin you broke the rearview mirrors
But that's the 415 shit I run with the 412
I gotta 'llac chrome grill on the factory rims
Hoes piled up in here all on laps be still
Cant wait to get to the room nimblin on my ear
Y'all gon' get it just chill let me control this wheel

[Chorus]

[Webbie]
Hot gun half a bird man I ride like that
I ain't even tryna swerve I just drive like that
With a Beyonce face and some thighs like that
Attitude like Trina and a ass that fat
Fuck it I done told my cousin you can have that Lac
Gon get your shine on watch what I'm gon' snatch
I don't know but off the top I'm spendin 85 stacks
With them cozy ass seats that massage my back
Jacksonville, Mississippi A-Town y'all niggaz wit me
They talk funny but them boys makin money in New York City
Took some trips up to Houston be all the D-Town bootin
Greg Street whats happenin to they love that Gangsta Musik
If you gon' do it then do it from the Benzes to Buicks
Let your ends look stupid drop them up 22 it
Y'all niggaz is clueless don't you worry bout Trill
This another hit for y'all stupid clowns to steal
Gametime

[Chorus:]
Like that like that, Bounce ya ass like that like that. Bounce that ass like that like that.
Bend over let me see it from the back. Like Beyounce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black diva, like a
stripper, up and down like flippa, bend over let me see it from the back.

[Verse 1:]
Double shots of hennessy
let it get you groovy.
Gone work yo ass do ya thang,
I'ma do me.
I done switched to doucher,
and the switcher got a room key.
Act like you auditioning for a video or movie,
bend towards the floor I want your hands where your toes be.
Ima Squeze all on you booty all nasty,
done made 18 girl im legal you can harass me.
cash and a bemmer I cant seem to find a bad beat,
a big fat ass like Trina make me happy.
titties shake thighs shake vibrate while she dancing,
like to shake her ass like Ciara real fancy.
wonder if Ciara can shake her ass on this nine piece,
Lyricsbetcha Jada Pinkett shake that ass real classy ain't ready for the real betacha she be actin Will have it.
you see me im picky i rate that ass,
I got a ask 50 how Vivica shake that ass

[Chorus:]
Like Beyounce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black diva, like a stripper, up and down like
flippa, bend over let me see it from the back. Like Beyounce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black
diva, like a stripper, up and down like flippa, bend over let me see it from the back.

[Verse 2:]
You see big fine you when I find you,
I'ma beat that pussy from behind you.
mess yo lil thang up girl I ain't tryin to,
I'm trill young savage boo must I remind you.
all I need is one night and a few minutes,
I'ma handle that there and then im through wit it.
tell me is you bullshitin or is you cool wit it,
our baby parents ain't got nothing to do wit it.
I want a J. Lo yonce' coke bottle shape object,
cook soul food bake cake straight out the projects.
a female savage straight bad bitch prospect,
Baby Phat, Apple Bottem big booty Gucci and Prada.
I be lookin for the kinda lil mama thats bout some dollars,
350 dollar bottles thats all she want to swalla.
and if you aint a big balla she aint even trying to holla,
she gone take ya lil measly dollas and walk off like a model.

[Chorus:]
Like Beyounce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black diva, like a stripper, up and down like
flippa, bend over let me see it from the back. Like Beyounce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black
diva, like a stripper, up and down like flippa, bend over let me see it from the back.

[Verse 3:]
I need something like Nia Long make you wanna bring her home,
feed her bone and don't even treat her wrong.
Ever seen that movie monster ball,
bend over like Halle Berry on that part when ole boy knocked her off.
I'ma dog I like it soft I like to rub I like to grip,
to tell the truth I like them loose cause me and my thugs we like to flip.
I like the friends who get involved all the broads say I'ma trip,
I like the picture takin pictures while you catch it on ya lip.
I like to sneek and take ya shoppin when ya niggas start to trip,
drink my liquor out the bottle on his couch and watch you strip.
stick a couple fingers in ya make it tickle make ya drip,
make ya holla like I'm robbin ya like a pimp and then I dip.
I want to get an ounce of hydro get alicia eyes low take her to the suite and make her hit all of her
high notes.
Strapped up fa sho cause I don't trust no hoes anybody can go Eazy E perfect example.

[Chorus:]
Like Beyounce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black diva, like a stripper, up and down like
flippa, bend over let me see it from the back. Like Beyounce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black
diva, like a stripper, up and down like flippa, bend over let me see it from the back

(feat. Lil Boosie)

[Webbie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit
[Boosie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit
[Boosie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit
[Boosie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit

[Webbie] Now if you ever catch me leanin to the side red eyes in my ride wit the music up high bad bitch up on my side I might be gettin on her ass or im
gettin on her thighs flag me down dont even try it
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] Now you might catch me wit my cutie riddin bumpin dat Boosie one hand on the wheel the otha hand on her coochie big stacks,big gats,Nextel
Motorolas doja afta doja
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie] In tha club by the bar wit my niggas we twistin gars spendin 50's wit my boys jumpin stompin makin noise on tha block servin junkies makin money
dumpin toys I aint in tha mood 4 it
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] We in tha club throwin bows pourin 4's blowin joes fresh clothes got a nigga head dro V.I.P doors is where we go when we go party dat ex got
us retarded (extasy)
Im Full of Dat Shit
Lyrics[Webbie] Duckin off countin cheese wit Bossie in Tennessee red bitches on there knees suckin and catchin ceemen wit some dark lopes on the sun aint even
beamin you aint even tryna see me
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] Im in da room wit sumthin nasty big fine and sassy on top dat girl be actin she even call me daddy I hit her in tha caddy on tha way to the
classic fell asleep all in traffic
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie] In the room wit sumthin sexy caramel complexion both of us butt naked dont give it 2 me i'll take aint no time fo no cakin im stabbin it like im
Jason im swervin like im crazy
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] U can catch me by tha school zone wit my machenic blue on wit a tool on that'll have you you you and you gone you niggaz hatin on a boy cuz
we Trill and we drink all nite
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie] Sharp as a bow-and-arrow 2 deep in da Camaro clutchin a double barrel hollin "bitch it dont matta" wit da class clown actin no sense n goin get
dat paddle dat'll have me actin badda
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] Im n da room wit Halle Berry I swear dis gurl Halle Berry cuz she shave around her cherry and she smile when she get ready and her people got
dat fetti we riddin heavy chevys gettin high err second
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie] On my way 2 da mall wit a bad lil broad slob all ova my balls she lickin em' through muh draws got my main mayne wit im hittin em' on tha phone
thats my motha fuckin dawg
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] I hit da stage buckin hard got tha whole club rockin Hennessy and Hypnotic got me thinkin bout tha projects stop it thats my goal nigga
errtime u see me im pourin 4's niggaIm Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie] Drivin on tha side walk in tha dark like i dont care flyin through tha stop signs like dem bitches wasnt dere steady bouncin 2 the ceilin spillin
Hennessy and beer be done shot ya in ya ear
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] Im in New Orlenes wit Lil Wayne platinum chains platinum women if the girl stick me then you know they come and get me they goin rub me they
goin lick me they goin keep a nigga smilin i cant stop wildin
Im Full Of Dat Shit

Girl give me that
Girl give me that
Girl give me that (pussy)
Girl give me that
Girl give me that (pussy)
Girl give me that there
Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that

(Webbie)
You know you want it
Girl don't act like you don't want it
Girl I want it just as bad as you do
And look see I can tell from this lil vibe
You got me feeling that you dig me
Boo I'm digging you too
You wanna be one of the chosen few
Then gon jig up in this motherfucker
Maybe me and you can do it big up in this motherfucker
Sit you in a crib where you can chill
Don't have to move a muscle
Give you some be good now you be good
Daddy gon hustle
Come here let me Whisper in your ear
I gotta tell you something
Listening to this song kinda make a nigga want something
Did some daydreaming
Now I'm fiending like I'm on something
Girl don't hold it from me
Cause right now I'll be don strong on ya
I ain't the type to ruin your life
By running game and throwing your dreams
Get in your brain suit your game
Ease your pain and show you things
Sit you on some leather seats while blowing green
And switching lanes
Girl stop playing games let me beat it out the frame

[Chorus] 4x
Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me girl give me that there

(Bun B)
She five foot seven a hundred and thirty nine pounds
Thirty six twenty four thirty eight pretty fine brown
Bad lil broad I ain't seen her in a minute
Since the All-Star game and I'm still tryin to hit it
Got a baby for this nigga that I used to sell things
He caught a fed case and he ain't leave her no change
She sold all his jewels she sold all his cars
Now she dancing in the shaker club stripping for the stars
Sliding down the pole slow drop it to a split
Pussy popping on a handstand man she the shit
She still looking tight though
Still built right though
Run my game right and after the club
She might go back to the telly with me
Shake her jelly with me
Let my people bust on her face and her belly with me
I got Lil Webbie with me and he ain't hating
We some players in this bitch so baby stop hesitating

[Chorus] 4x
Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me girl give me that there

(Webbie)
Now I can tell from your size that that pussy is fire
So I'm here and willing to give you whatever it require
For you to lay down on your back and then open your thighs
Long sharp deep and wide have you rolling your eyes
You a big fine horse I had no choice but to try it
Look like it's worth a couple g's but ain't some shit I buy
Let me whisper in your ear again I ain't gon lie
I might share a lil meal just don't tell nobody
Look you know you want it
Girl don't act like you don't want it
Girl you want it just as bad as I do
But check this out
You gon be wishing that you been gave me your money
By the time I finish rumbling with you
While rhymes get loose let's take this shit to the room
And you just keep yourself excited til we get to the room
Cuz I've been rocked up since I met you
I'm ready to give you the blues
Don't stunt now take off your shoes
Don't act confused you know what time it is

[Chorus] 4x
Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me girl give me that there

Crank it up

young savage i gotta give it to em
Come on
crank it up, crank it up, crank it up

Say hello to tha nigga dat came from nuttin
Now i got boo koo whips boo koo chips boo koo clips im thuggin
everywhere i go i get hoes my girl be buggin
and i fuck wit nuttin but killas nigga i aint bluffin
The block hot like dat got damn oven my team got weight we steaks yall chicken McNuggets
Death right around tha corna comin for me it aint nuttin. im out chea wit a machine somethin dats green somethin.
But i be clean as a whistle dou come on playa get ya hoe she tryin to kiss me like we standin unda the missletoe.
bogaurdin dat pussywhole. man we had dat same bitch at da six suckin dick doin tootsie roll
Mane yall lil bitches aint shit couldnt make 10 Gs if one of deez niggas gave yall a brick
Yall fakin yall shit, imitatin my hits, im takin ova what a nigga got to say about da shit

Chorus
Stop playin man i hope you lil niggas ready i heard da streets out hea yellin for webbie im tellin you nigga stop playin
Yall nigga betta get on ya shit or get you some bricks or get you a hit get serious cuz im sayin the savage work to hard for dis imma get to da top of tha list regaurdless pussy bitch hold up
Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up nigga
LyricsCrank it up, crank it up, crank it up

I'll leave one of yall lil rap niggas stankin before this rap i was hangin
What da fuck yall lil rap niggas thankin
While you was gettin ya grades up
I was gettin my change up a gangsta armed and dangerous
dey tellin me commercial my flow but Bun B said no
Keep it gutta lil nigga dont change it up
Yall pussy niggas hang it up hollin trill yall aint us
Boo gave me a light and a mike told me crank it up
Partna i got ya you just chill and watch me take over dat streets and have dees niggas freaks jockin
We been distributers so lets distrubt hits and profits
im all real so aint no way in hell dey can stop us
Leave my niggas da blocks and get dis legal money poppin
And ride and smoke doja dat potion da top droppin
Da heat unda the seat rims spinnin all chrome
TVs fliippin Cell phone and i aint lyin dat nigga on

Chorus

Im in da streets like dem yellow lines or a new SUV, Im in da hood all da time like a burned CD
sOME g NIKEs or some Jays or some fresh ass rees
Hard, soft, pills, weed, rain, snow, hail, sleet.
And i aint goin home until everythang gone it dont neva take long
I keep orders on my phone
Wit a sick click wit me wit a big clip wit me
wit dat good white pretty big zip 650
Im da eat on da streets a beast on da beats
Da puzzle to the peice dey need to make dis industry complete
Ill run it so neat, so fresh, so clean.
I can go on any street no vest wearin bling
Im trill young savage i do my thing straight no king no prince no queen
And imma leave it right dea
Wish a nigga get crunk
I aint shootin no curves no slurs straight pumps

chorus

[Verse 1:]
Man I live up in B.R
Ima die up in B.R
I got shit to do today so I cant die until tomorrow
I done stole a bag of dro Im gettin high til tomorrow
Nigga play with me right now im bussin nine til tomorrow
My shit got a bad motor i aint promised til tomorrow
so as long as I got gas ima drive it til tomorrow
lookin for a bitch thats bad so we can act until tomorrow
put that hoe up on this dro and beat that ass until tomorrow
Baby momma ass just gonna be mad until tomorrow
me and boosie rollin guards and acting bad til tomorrow
how bout we get pessy drunk and then stagger until tomorrow
yo bitch tight, I wantta me borrow her, let me have her til tomorrow
dont give a fuck about who smellin when its comin out ya car
Im inhalin and exhalin gettin blunted til tomorrow
lets go posted up at the spot and make some change til tomorrow
if im laid shit i might do the same thang tomorrow

[chorus: (x4)]
Laid way back behind black gettin blowed
Lyricsfull of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes

[verse 2:]
I was spose to go drop my red bone off or not
for some fit she trynna cop said she need right now
what had happen was I had stopped by my nigga B spot and he had a big blunt of that dro and I forgot
I was spose to go to the studio I got some hits to drop
but a bitch had hit me on the phone and told me to come pick her up
cuz how she fuck my dick got hard
she tellin me how she so wide
she took those draws off and I forgot
went to check the mailbox
some sepeana from the mothafucka
tellin me my court date in 2 weeks for beatin on my older woman
showed up at that hoe apartment
smokin somethin ran into her
put it in her mouth and told her to drop it

[chorus: (x4)]

[verse 3:]
When I walk up in the mall with that big ass stack
fresh kicks fresh boes with the jersey to match
you know I got to do it big nigga give me the hat
manager comin out the back cuz all he smell is that dro
when I go and see my hoes my eyes be all low
my clothes be full of smoke they mommas be knowin Im blown
them ghetto mommas dont trip they askin you got some mo
let her momma hit the dro and she smell is that dro
when I hit the club they can tell
cuz Im puttin it in the air
hoes ask can they hit niggas askin is it for sale
security dont be trippin they be puttin in tne air
when you in here thats all you smell high dro is what we smokin
when we be

[chorus: (x4)]

Look hop in my ride
Stash this,
Hold that,
Be cool turn
The sound up and roll that
Now you my gutta bitch
Lil moma don't get it twisted
No trippin,
No house buiness you kno I got other bitches
I mean its plain and clear im a mother fuckin player
don't worry about the other teammates long as you straight and takin care of
Look here don't worry about me boo
Just worry bout you fallow my playa hand rules and everything will go smooth
Just wait for me ill be back I aint gon be gone long
Gotta make a couple rounds hold it down while im gone
This some gutta ass G, shit girl I cant tell ya I love ya but you aint just some other ho I kinda got feelins fo ya you just play you your part right don't slip
An stay focus somebody might get laid off and you'll just get promoted been thugin like you supose ta real to me vise-versa I kno you wont get close to it
Aint the time im andy cursor

[chorus]
You my gutta bitch who im with when im in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch be on some other shit like oh girl I need you to keep my secrets
LyricsMan look you my gutta bitch who im with when im in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch be on some other shit like oh girl I need you to keep
My secrets

Im a hustla
I don't have quality time to spend on what im sayin
And then im split it in 10's
So like a man ima come as soon as I come
Let me beat it cuz I don't kno when ima be leavin again
Thats just me
That how I play it
I hit the pole and roll cuz
I kno no money and drugs done come to the front door
Now don't go and get it wrong
Thinkin im actin funny
I cant give you to much time because time is money
And if my main boo knew
you just don't know what she'll do to you
Ohh, she might go off and get to shootin you
so on the real
Keep it cool is what we gonna do
Ahh ah don't call me ima call you
You miss my call then fuck it
Don't do that *67
Call back or nothin
Gotta keep that low profile
Gotta be up to par
You gutta bitch
You betta not get me caught

You my gutta bitch who im with when im in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch be on some other shit like oh girl I need you to keep my secrets
Man look you my gutta bitch who im with when im in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch be on some other shit like oh girl I need you to keep
My secrets

See you gota old man
I respect that
I aint even gonna check that
Thats real I betta get the same respect back
When you see me wit my old lady
Ridin in my cadillac
I don't wanna horn ta honk
And I don't want a smile back
You do that shit I bet we aint gon be smilin back
We might just swerve on yo ass straight up tryin to handle that
Ill wright you
Sign it webbie
Theres no need to rep it
I wana fuck her too so don't even tell ur best friend
Talkin all that gansta shit realy don't impress me
But keppin it on the down low then ill be impressed then
Don't even tell ur damn self
It aint nobodys buisness what we do where we go how we come where we been

You my gutta bitch who im with when im in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch be on some other shit like oh girl I need you to keep my secrets
You my gutta bitch who im with when im in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch be on some other shit like oh girl I need you to keep my secrets

[Webbie Talking]

Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one of these bitch azz niggaz out here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigga im Webbie ya heard me look

[Verse 1:]

I fuck a bitch till she real tired
and i aint fuckin wit her less she real fine i gotta lot money i aint gotta lie play me on dat funny
style nigga gotta die why u spit dat nut out bitch apologize its real deal pimp shit bitch recognize bitch
say get her some shoes then i reply all u get is a big dick dat circumsized boosie dat 745 hurt they eyez
u know dat LI so ima get dat other kind im mothafuckin straight gangsta dat who is i get outta line ima
spank ya dont even try murda murda kill kill all in my eyez me i take dat beef shit and tenderize it i got
some fuckin skeletons all in my closet and it no class experiment some missing bodies

[Chorus]

U want beef (I got dat)
Dope (I got dat)
hoes (I got dat)
Dro (I got dat)
LyricsMoney (I got dat)
Cars (I got dat)
Pistol (I got dat)
Niggaz (Get shot at)

[Verse 2:]
I know u heard to me that beef aint nothin but a word ya heard i creep and serve bullets they swerve and
calm ya nerves fuck u nigga i aint throwin no slurs all i know is streets and birds broads and cars and
malls big splurs i used to steal wallets and purses now i feel wallets and purses all the real niggaz
while off my verses boot up retarded and send boys to hurses dont get me started cause boy i might hurt ya
junkie alcoholics ill woop ya ass purple slap ya and kick ya and treat you like urkle slang u and bang u
no i dont think u heard me ku klux klan hang u the light u and burn u young savage what u wan do nigga

[Chorus]
U wan beef (I got dat)
Dope (I got dat)
Hoes (I got dat)
Dro (I got dat)
Money (I got dat)
Cars (I got dat)
Pistol (I got dat)
Niggaz (Get shot at)

[Verse 3:]
[Boosie]

Yo we come threw we stomp u, u owe us we chomp u we soldiers who gon to knock a fuckin don loose ima
always be a savage ima always toat dat plastic ima always be smart lil boosie always gon wear masks im gon
always hit dat classic gon hold BR down with a wip so sick dat make u boys turn around now we burnin off
da ground the sickest in the town boosie and webbie got dat crown u other niggaz bow down to the feet of
some youngsta who gon see we body bad niggaz and we toe tag da feey fuckin in da back seat we aint playin
wit no rookie u take dis money and we gon throw a party on dat pussy my life style is too cold my niggaz
we run threw holes passin down like new poles and rockin dem like new bowes got served by the case loads
we leanin like dem Texas boys and we dont kay roll dis shit we aint tryna stretch ya boy if u know me u
know me from gettin loaded u know me from lookin sported u know me from pistol toatin u know me from candy
coatin my cars rollin wit dem superstars bondin my niggaz out when they stretchin behind bars (thug life)

[x2]
Is it my cars, is it my clothes
That make these ho's want fuck fo' sho
Is it my style the way I roll
That makes these haters want hate some mo'

Is it that fifth that I drink, When
I'm in my whip wit the fresh ass paint
That make these ho's
Want look at my face
An make these niggas
Wan be at my place
Or tell me is it my shirt,
That cost three hundred
That make me have to go to heaven with a gun,
Gone make a niga hate my mommas son
Maybe it's my style, this the way I come
Or maybe its these ho's
That I've done be's
Maybe is yo sista or yo niece
Or how I rock my boes wit no crease
LyricsOr how I'm just so throwed and off the leash or
Tell me is it these shoes on my feet,
An how they matchin my fists so perfectly
That make a hata wanna
Go about they way on me
Nigga I don't even u, want to hate on me

[x2]
Is it my cars is it my clothes
That make these ho's want fuck fo' sho
Is It my style the way I roll
That makes these haters want hate some mo'

Is it my bitch? If it is which one
Moly bitch up in the city
Or the one in the country
O how a nigga so hot numba one
In the country, ever since I did it big
Big money big stuntin'
Or is it my nigga that ? Bun B,
Yall dont like hearing me
With the UG Kings or
Tell me is it my looks,
That make you ho's scream
And how every mouth all witten want suck on me,
Or tell me is it that screen
As you see inside,
When I be high rollin by
Let me cop one ride
Or tell me is it my style how im just so fly
Now a nigga so wow plus im on right now
Tell me is it my hood,
How that bitch rode
365/24 wit them quarters and ho's
Or how I holla at my people
Befo they get you some mo'
Handalin' Bentleys with the
People to avoid them folks

[x2]
Is it my cars is it my clothes
That make these ho's want fuck fo' sho
Is It my style the way I roll
That makes these haters want hate some mo'

Is it my cake, or my bundles of crack
Or how I made this here whip
Mannie Fresh on the track
Or is it the platinum plaque
I'm about to snatch
Cause you know I signed a deal
And it my turn to act
Go put them big 24's
And that brand new Lac

Webbie:
Now i kno u aint really bout that shit u be talkin bout and u be jus runnin ur mouth but u be knock out drug out the club cost we thuged out showin off wit ur thugs me and my thugs will make ur thugs bounce i suggest that u respected it disrespected ill hav to check it and when i check it it get hectic u dont want no savage doin damage to ur section while i fuck ur baby mama she say fuck my baby daddy if a nigga want some static let him hav it thats the g-code since '94 ive been throwin up in beastmode street life is all i kno sellin ur money cars and clothes rummer reel dont fuck wit hoes unload then reload we g's yall hoes yall aint ready to swing wit us as yungstas growin up yall people wont let yall hang wit us ur people probably told u dont play wit guns they dangerous my peeps dont play wit guns they stay wit guns and i slang 'em

Chorus:2x
now bitch back up, back up, back up, bitch back up, back up, back up, back up, bitch back up, back up, back up, back up, bitch back up, back up, back up, back up

Lil Boosie:
now when i enter this bitch i was ready to get off into some shit becacuse i love my hood and im goin to represent in this bitch and in the parkin lot i had that 40 glock ready that gin goin get me hype when i be watchin uncle webbie in my city they be usin smith and westins thugs who second guessin them the ones who be restin god gave me a blessin told me get the crowd crunk say bo dont change ur style giv the crowd what they want look now im that rumble in the jungle 2004 hummer stunna my momma she still wonder why her son a young gunna back back back back get out my way let me mob all that buckin in a nigga played out in '95

Chorus:2x

Webbie:
i see yall actin nigga oh yea yall actin fool betta stop that actin lil savage will beat u black and blue i been abused u gotta excuse my attitude plus i been smoke hydro and drinkin yak and brews ive been a fool outcha packin tools since middle school ive been a fool i had the most loot up in school a phone book of referfuls i aint followed no rules be quiet in class dont act bad raise ur hand were hoe rules i skipped a class and acted an ass and sold some crack to white dudes between classes smoked cools and big blunts before school straight up menace got a nigga glad i didnt go to ur school played them like hoes i wouldve played u like a hoe too thats that boy i dont like he start fights everywhere he go to well probably i dont giv a fuck try me ill fight u hold up back up a bit u fuckin up my white shoes ight i asked u once BITCH move

Chorus:2x

the girl be,cookin and cleanin and cleanin and cookin...
she be constantly douchin and cleanin her pussy
and when she step on the scence ay body be lookin
and ta, get in them jeans ay body be wishin
but she,only want playas who far from rookie
and if ya, aint got tha cake..cant play wit tha nookie
her titties sittin pretty and she soft as a coushin
if ya,try ta holla she might holla she tooken.
and she walk like a bad bitch, talk like a bad bitch
and goin get her hair and shit fixed is a habit
the bad bitch goin bout fifths mo' than average
and bad bitches get to take trips wit tha savage
you can never tell a bad bitch a freak,she too classy
but shit, i can tell from her lips that she nasty
expensive ass passes gripped to tha masses
she mean as a pitbull but sweet like candy

chorus:
now thats a..a bad bitch(x4)
girl you a bad..a bad bitch(x4)

(trina)

uh,you wanna bad bitch? trinas tha baddest
and im thick and fine from tha cornbread and the cabbage,a savage
i would give you my numba so you can have this
but i dont need tha stalkin prank calls or tha madness
my ass like whoaaa my goodies incredible
im in this cheerleadin skirt and these legs flexible
you flippin and pushin and pushin and flippin
now u can have an old lady if i want you i aint trippin
i got, my own money, own cars, own house
i could cook a meal same time and turn a nigga out
im tha example of what you what up on ya t.v.
but these bags and my time gon cost 3,uhh
now i aint gotta meet cha mama gimme dollas
gimme guchi,gimme chinell pearls and gimme proda uhh
a hood chick i got cho man, what a tradegy
he gimme his paper to his plastic...ima bad bitch

now thats a..a bad bitch(x4)
girl you a bad..a bad bitch(x4)

now make ya self sing cause you a bad bitch
girl u a bad bitch,yeah you a bad bitch
now sho yo ass off cause you a bad bitch
girl you a bad bitch, yeah you a bad bitch
mayne i love dem bad bitches with them sexy ass tatoos
them bad bitches with them bad bitches attitudes
she a damn fool,got a crib..she'll lemme camp
make sho her nigga stayed filled with dem food stamps
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T do you know what that mean?
mayyyne,own damn house flossed out big screen mayyne
i bring tha whole hundred shit, whatchu gon do fo me mayyne
look at her own income,she a beast mayyyne
bad bitches holla biznez first then dem streetz mayyne
she aint cryin ova no nigga she aint weak mayyne
tha kinda bitch that put a real nigga on his dick mayynee


now thats a..a bad bitch(x4)
girl you a bad..a bad bitch(x4)

[No lyrics]

Niggas posted on they block nose way around the corner, sniffing nutz around here man u stay way around tha corner, you been yapping like a ho that's what they say around tha corner, If I know it like you know it you betta stay around tha corner, I don't know shit about no murder I was way in california, wit bun b ridin dirty smokin purple all dat moning, I don't know shit about no robbery thowing the wrong charges on me, I was chillin wit yo wife why you was flighting and she was moaning, All dat pussy ass shit t ya'll niggas offering I don't won't it, I don't wanna hit yo weed I don't wanna be yo homie, man like me make my cheese get the jay's dat match my tee a go post back up wit g's and let em go for 2 for 3, u round her saying me name and they claiming I ate a beast, reguardless of my fame bitch I ended up at the jeep, so I rhyming on tha beat and I was grindin on tha streets pussy ass nigaa worried about me click clak nigga

[Intro]
Whoa wuz up world this ya boy fresh and I'm fina give you some pimformation about the situation ya heard only holla at the bad bitches and I'm put
Your number in my chicktionary ya heard and i'll and i got the next wit a bad ass cunt let me see if yall catch the voicesurprise yall

[verse 1]
Yeah you think you all that don't cha can't nobody tell you shit you the shit everybody with a dick want you keep your hair and nails did up bet
You ain't even got no kids oh you do you keep your kids up you go to school wat you going for to be a nurse, a teacher, a lawyer do hair or what you ain't even
Got an old man hu oh you do do he spoil you give ya everything you ask for so ya point you a lady not a trap or slut not a freak you just like to back
Your ass up ya mommy ain't raised a dummy yous a fan but so the street fame and the money you could pass up keep on dancing I'm starting to understand ya
So you the type to make them hoes put they man up the fresh white tenne shoes or the sandles make a nigga lose manners got damn it.

[chorus:]
Come here bitch come here bitch bitch come here bitch come here bitch (hollar at a pimp) come here bitch come here bitch bitch come here bitch
Come here bitch bitch (ya nigga is a whimp) come here bitch come here bitch bitch come here bitch come here bitch bitch (i'll take you to the crib) come
Here bitch come here bitch bitch come here bitch come here bitch bitch (were a trill nigga live)

[verse 2]
You say you got your shit strait you ain't worried bout no man taken care of you you gone git yours any way thick girl pretty face big thighs
Skinny waist don't really do the club you just heard that it was jiggalatin ain't never been to jail couldn't take that cell don't smoke ? can't take that
Smell smoke a lil color but a nigga couldn't tell jiggle like a stripper but the cooche ain't for sale your heart you never gave 'cause a nigga wasn't real
Never felt played cause you can't play a playa instead of gettin hurt you rather chill so you chillin rather be alone then have him playin wit your
LyricsFeelings I'm peepin how you actin ? like you ain't wit it actin like you some kind of virgin i kinda digg it cause i ain't one of them them clowns around
That be bullshittin neva slippin keep playin ima get it cause you sexy

[chorus]

[verse 3]
Remind me of the movie playas club I'm tellin ya face like diamond shape like ebony ? one arched eyebrows with a belly ring doing an old crazy ass
Dance that i ain't ever seen bet you took an hour trying to squeeze that ass up in them jeans is that your real hair or is you stunting come here let me
See ass out spittin butin open hold up better beeyes all low from all the smoke and i can barely see ass break a hard dick in half girl marry me you like
This song hu young savage I'm the man to be I'm from Louisiana but ????? i'll get some shit on camera you would never want your man to see me grippin your ass
Cheeks pussy drippin water suckin Boosie dick and screamin Webbie fuck me harder your i'd on the dresser rite outside the camcorder and every body pisse in
The toilet I'm retarded

[chorus]

[outro]
Ay ay ay respect it pimpin picture me and yo bitch name on my license plate on the front of my cutlass you heard me and yo hoe starin me and yo hoe
Picture me and yo bitch at my crib on my posterpidict bed with the sleep number 16 mattress stiff and I'm giving her big long hard country dick yeah respect that

[Verse 1]

I'm stackin,rappin but if I just so happen was itI probably would be posted up thugin, sellin crack are somethin
I had 2 leave it alone cause the rats r something
Look kike my return won't be long
The streets keep asking 4 me
Young savage on the mound game ova now
I'm in Houston and A Town wheres the muthafuckin crown
I don't have no fuckin friends
I'm solo now
Put my trust and my mack 10 bitch don't let me down
Coloaborate
Just fuck wit them that's makin me sick
Sbroil bitches don't want share
So I'm taking dis shit
I'm a 110 street cat and had my back against tha hope
No money, no love,just tears,weed, blood, and hoes
I'm like slim these niggas don't feel my pain
A ninty-nine problems and but a bitch ain't one
Ghetto stories, gangsta musik, thank big labels ain't come
Shitd we just trying see which one
Lyrics
[Chorus:]

I'm so retarded
And I'm gon all hard and
My game mutheafuckin bitch brains up
And I just getting started
They hate 2 see a nigga ballin
They rather see a nigga coughin
But rap money, street money I'm gon see money
Bitch nigga ragarded

[Verse 2]

If the shit ain't funny den I can't grin And if it don't make money it don't make sense If you really
ain't bout nothing You better zip your lips cause around here stuntin nigga emp yo clip
My grand so ridickuless You can call me da clips
Cause I slap all my bitches u can call me a pimp I'm like the hood candy lady
I got them chips
I got hoes wit J.Lo faces and Beyonce hips
2 home boys doin 7 can't wait till da touch
So many people up in heaven dat I miss so much
vest up up wit my chest and stomach not becuz I'm scared
But no they coming i hope they don't shoot 4 my head

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
18 riding lacks nigga
How you hate dat?
Do it big bad bitch give me dat shake back nigga
Yall ain't got do shit
Just leave it 2 me Push record 4 yo boyand lay back and kick up yo beat
turn up da beat
A pen paper give me one sheet Put a barcode on it
Disrebute dis heat
I got tha biggest fuckin bug buzzin in dis streets
I know you heard a young savage Trill E-N-T
But you forgot bout me
Thought i was gone where i'm gone go
I run dis mutha fucker
I'm the spice in da gumbo
I'm bout my fuckin paper man dats all I fuckin want more
U gone gets wats mine
Oh no, u a dumb hoe
Still good,still can get u rite on da down low
It never snow in Baton Rouge
I'm da nigga wit da snow
2 let yall niggas do yall thang so I hope yall been gettin it
Wat up playa
I'm da new mayor of da city nigga

[Chorus]

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

(feat. Trina)

[Intro]
Come on... I need a bad bitch
Come on... if you a bad bitch
Yeah I want a bad bitch

[Verse 1]
The girl be, cookin and cleanin and cleanin and cookin
She be, constantly douchin and cleanin her pussy
And when she, step on the scene e'rybody be lookin
And to, get in them jeans everybody be wishin
But she, only want players who far from rookie
And if you, ain't got the cake you can't play with the nookie
Her titties, sittin pretty and she soft as a cushion
If you, try to holla she might holla she tooken
And she walk like a bad bitch, talk like a bad bitch
And goin get her hair and shit fixed is a habit
And a bad bitch go and buy fits mo' than average
And bad bitches get to take trips wite "The Savage"
Can never tell a bad bitch a freak, she too classy
LyricsBut shit, I can tell from her lips that's she nasty
Expensive-ass pants is, gripped to them asses
She mean as a pitbull and sweet like candy

[Chorus]
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch) [repeat 4X]
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch) [repeat 4X]

[Trina]
Uhh, you want a bad bitch? Trina's the baddest
And I'm thick and fine from the cornbread and the cabbage, a savage
I would give you my number so you can have this
But I don't need the stalkin, prank calls or the madness
My ass like WHOA, my goodies incred-ible
I'm in this cheerleader skirt, and these legs flexible
You flippin and pushin and pushin to flip it
You can have an old lady, if I want you I ain't trippin
I got, my own money own cars own house
I can cook a meal same time and turn a nigga out
I'm the, example of what you want up on your team
But these Dior bags and my time gon' cost cream, uhh
Now I ain't gotta meet your momma, gimme dollars
Gimme Gucci, gimme Chanel, pearls and gimme Prada, uhh
A hood chick, I got yo' man, what a tragedy
He give me his paper to his plastic, I'm a bad bitch

[Chorus]

[Webbie]
Now make yourself seen, cause you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch), yeah you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now show yo' ass off, cause you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch), yeah you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Man I love them bad bitches with them sexy-ass tattoos
Them bad bitches with them bad bitches attitudes
She a damn fool, gotta crib she'll let me camp
Make sho' her niggaz stay filled with them food stamps
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D
E-N-T, do you know what that mean mayne
Own damn house flossed out big screen mayne
I'll bring the whole hundred shit what'chu gon' do for me mayne
Look at her own income, she a beast mayne
Bad bitches handle bid'ness first, then streets mayne
She ain't cryin over no nigga, she ain't weak mayne
The kind of bitch that put a real nigga on his feet mayne

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Outro]
Come here... fo' sho'
Trill Entertainment nigga
I'm Webbie nigga
My name ain't We-Be you heard me?
Get it right, Mouse on the track