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Hoo Doos Lyrics
March 7th, 2009 by carna67
Now we be swangin in them
Hoo Doos, the Hoo Doos
Body bangin in them
Hoo Doos, the Hoo Doos
Super stangin in them
Hoo Doos, the Hoo Doos
They dont know about them
Hoo Doos, the Hoo Doos
5-speedin in them
Hoo Doos, the Hoo Doos
Blowin trees in them
Hoo Doos, the Hoo Doos
Choppin keys in them
Hoo Doos, the Hoo Doos
Sideways in them
Hoo Doos, the Hoo Doos
[Verse 1]
Now this is to them grain grippin groopies
I’m swangin these hoopties
Like I’m paint sniffin pill poppin
Off group feed, 3 Firestone spare tires
Round loosely, doin donuts while
the police on duty, OOH WEE!
Like I told you before
Throw a bowl, let ‘em know you aint a 3-0-4
I need a bud change, and I need knew shocks
I give a FUCK! I’m still bleedin the block!
Cops done pulled me over, they think I’m so broke
But boy, if they could know how much dank I smoke
I’m spittin venom in they khaki
And them I’ma swingin sideways…
I king a fool, I’m a nut on the highway!
[Chorus 1.5x]
[Verse 2]
Now I be swangin with them
Negros and Gringos, fly ass latinos
Philipinos, island boys and crazy ass Chinos
Singles and couples, my seatbelts never buckled
Burnin more rubber than a Trojan, I’m holdin!
My steering wheel tightly
Lefties and righties
Jealous wanna fight me
But I throw these things so nicely
Precisely, I’m sheisty
Smashin in a Chrysler
Paint job primin with no screens on my visor
But you can still hear my beat
From way down the street
Cuz my system keeps bumpin
I go down with heat
So what the hell I be thinkin?
Drivin while I’m drinkin
Smokin up hoods with my friends
In the Lincoln!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Well its that dude again
Drinkin booze again
He aint trippin, doin donuts
Bout to lose a rim
Got hella fools with him
The whole crews with him
SPM, Happy P, Ike, Boo and them!
So be cool with them
Sip a brew with them
Fire up some of that zoo loo with them
Kamakaze on the posse
Act a fool watch me
I’ma bend a corner in an old school jalopy
[Chorus 2x]
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Bout it Bout it Part III Lyrics
February 26th, 2009 by carna67
[Intro: Master P] + (Cam’Ron)
Yo Cam, let’s flip this thing on these niggaz
Ya’heard me
(Let’s do it my nigga)
Well do your dizang
(There’s nothin’, man)
(Up top, down south, right)
Oh yeah, oh yeah
(We bout it)
Aiight whoadie
(Yeah)
Yo, this one here goes out to them boys
That’s bout it, bout it
Master P, Cam’Ron
We takin’ this from the South to the East
Uhhhhh
[Cam'Ron]
I represent, where them killers at
145th and Broadway you get your head cracked
Get your legs snapped, arm trist, ribs cracked
Wig tapped, play fair day care kids napped
You think you real, well my posse is crazier
Your moms mobbin’ and rapin’ her, Saudi Arabia
I’m 89 and oh, Audi and eightiers
Beef in N-O I had to call No Limit up
Baby mack baby gat love the way the baby
Got my baby boo, cop the X5, that’s a baby truck
Santana rollin’ big, Jimmy in the Caddy
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati
In the Double-O I represent the C-O
Please ho, Harlem World forty if that’s me, yo
Clipse eleven or bricks get seven off
Snow so white only thing missin’ is seven dwarfs
[Hook] [Master P]
Killa Cam, you know he bout it, bout it
Jim Jones, you know he bout it, bout it
Freeky Z, you know he bout it, bout it
Santana, that boy bout it, bout it
Harlem World, you know they bout it, bout it
Diplomats, you know they rowdy, rowdy
145th and Broadway, them boys real
You know them boys, they don’t play
[Cam'Ron]
Aiiyo, I’m bouncin’ through an ounce or two
My crib look like the Fountainblue
A fountain too, no water, only pumpin’ Mountain Dew
Front on y’all little cats I was bound to do
I made a weird, chickenheads can’t pronounce my shoes
I got head but need more mouth
119th to the whorehouse, soon as the tour’s out
Papi’s rotten, my block top was spoppy poppin’
I pop ack over some oxi cotton
Cotton club and Roxy Robins
Rubies and rocks we poppin’
Booties, oozies and glocks’ll stop ‘em
Battery on his head, copper top him
When I’m in the building dogg, you got to watch him
Got to spot him tray eight a floor revolver
The D.A., seargent and coroner’s problem - now
Highs get eight done, dips that don’t play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one - Santana
[Hook]
[Jim Jones]
You know I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang
15th and Lennox, nine tray they do they own thing
In uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the block
Dogg he move that water shit, he like the network
Over wet work, you come up short on that paper get a wet shirt
Then if you walkin’ through Foster and Taft
Flossin’ that cash and gangstas put the torch to your ass
And I can’t forget AK and Wagner
My dogs straight crazy cuz the AK’ll blast ya
One callin’ daddy Sheik and Q
LB’s and Sally beat your crew, now come on
And dope stacks, right in front the liquor store
Hennesy, lil’ me me you know the flipped the raw
Much upset, oh yeah they bout it
16 shots up out the glock I come about it
[Master P]
140 Lennox, you know they bout it, bout it
Taliban and up top, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Master P, the New No Limit
You see us hustlas keep it real, that’s why we keep winnin’
Blackadome, you know he bout it, bout it
Lucius Sheist, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Gameface on, man we gangstas fo’ sho
CP-3 representin’ Dirty South, the N-O
C-Murder, hold the block down
We get paper whoadie even on lockdown
ATL, you know they bout it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you know they rowdy, rowdy
L.A., you know they bout it, bout it
Florida and North Carolina, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, they B-O-U-T
Seattle bout it, Hawaii rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I mean they bout it, bout it
Indiana, you know they bout it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Phoenix bout it, Milwaukee bout it
The N-O to the N-Y, you know we rowdy, rowdy
[Outro][Jim Jones & Master P]
Bounce bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce bounce
(You know they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce fool
Bounce bounce bounce bounce
(You know they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce bounce
(You know they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce fool
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Christina Aguilera F/ Lil’ Kim lyrics
February 11th, 2009 by carna67
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With Your Love Lyrics
February 1st, 2009 by carna67
Fill me to the top
Only you can set me free
With your love
Your love
Your love
With your love
Your love
Your love
Got to cool this fire
Make this burning stop
You can take me higher
With your love
Your love
Your love
With your love
Your love
Your love
With your love love love
Won’t you come to me tonight
I’ll open up the door
Come and fill the night with light
With your love
Your love
Your love
With your love
Your love
Your love
Since you came into my life
I’m feeling so complete
You made a woman out of me
With your love
Your love
Your love
With your love
Your love
Your love
With your love love love
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