Fabolous Lyrics
Fabolous Lyrics
"Do The Damn Thing Lyrics"
I Don't Like You Lyrics
1-2-3-4 I don't like you! Get out on the job in the morning Time is draggin' by real slow ( ? ) Boss is keepin' me on the go Sick of that routine work now Sorting's drivin' me insane When I'm done doin' one thing Boss says do it again And I said... Chorus: I don't like you I don't like you I
1-2-3-4 I don't like you! Get out on the job in the morning Time is draggin' by real slow ( ? ) Boss is keepin' me on the go Sick of that routine work now Sorting's drivin' me insane When I'm done doin' one thing Boss says do it again And I said... Chorus: I don't like you I don't like you I
[Intro]
Look, I can see them niggas stuntin to this right now, not now, but right now
Yea, yea, ch-ch-yea
Look, lo-lo look
Look, lo-lo look
Look, look
[Verse 1-Fabolous]
It's no love for the other side, fuck all the tricks
Pop the glove on the other side, buck through the bricks
Birds love how a brother ride, truckin it sick
I'm heard of on the southern side, i pluck through it quick
I been one of them boys since way back when
This is way before a nigga brought grey plaques in
So if i spray mac-10s, Bet you niggas lay back then
Like you sittin in a Maybach Benz
Yea I made crack grins but ain't a damn thing funny
I keep a pocket fulla do the damn thang money
I keep it comi
Still Makin' Moves Lyrics
[little Kevin] hey cmurder, who you who you hang with? [c-murder] say lil kevin boy, you know i'm still makin moves with thugs [master p] part 2 nigga!! haha all dem thugs get em up out there nigga Verse 1: [c-murder] i leave the house 10 o clock and jump in my lac, call my niggas fiend n mac cause they got my back,
n with bottles of champagne dunny[little Kevin] hey cmurder, who you who you hang with? [c-murder] say lil kevin boy, you know i'm still makin moves with thugs [master p] part 2 nigga!! haha all dem thugs get em up out there nigga Verse 1: [c-murder] i leave the house 10 o clock and jump in my lac, call my niggas fiend n mac cause they got my back,
So keep it bouncin till you pull a hamstring honey
These pimps just better have a gothic for me
I got them hoes starin like they got a problem with me
I got them boys slingin rocks in the lobby for me
I'm rich bitch, ballin just a hobby for me
[Chorus-Young Jeezy]
I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, heeyyy
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, heeyy
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
[Verse 2-Young Jeezy]
My phone is tapped and so is my livin room
We cant hide the money here, we need a bigg
Another Meaning Lyrics
And when I take a look around me I wonder how the sun's so sure He knows the way And why he doesn't stray And if he spends the day Looking for another meaning Still don't know what I really believe in Aha! Will someone please put on the light Make me feel all right I've searched my head all night Looking for another m
er roomAnd when I take a look around me I wonder how the sun's so sure He knows the way And why he doesn't stray And if he spends the day Looking for another meaning Still don't know what I really believe in Aha! Will someone please put on the light Make me feel all right I've searched my head all night Looking for another m
Let me show you what I stand fo,
Jesus Schwarzenegger call me commando
On that Remy Martin, nigga matta fact
I ain't Fat Joe but I can make em lean back
Save your ammo don't waste it
Got him dodgin bullets like he in the matrix
Ye'aint strapped and ya better dip
Carbin 15, got six clips
Pilsbury nigga, got a lotta dough
Call me Boston George, got a lotta blow
They place orders, so I bake cakes
I'm a bodybuilder, pump a lotta weight
You see the diamonds in my damn chain
It ain't hard to tell, I do the damn thang
[Chorus]
[Verse 3-Fabolous]
You hatin instead of participatin with them boys
You skatin on them 22 datins like them boys
I'm hatin that they commun
East Coast! Fuck You! Lyrics
You may think we're weather martyr's but snow and ice makes us rock harder punkers should be pale and pasty the pizza here is fierce and tasty East Coast! Fuck You! we go out west and play some shows then we know it's time to go. Pack the truck and head on back, New York's better and that's a fact.
icatin with them boysYou may think we're weather martyr's but snow and ice makes us rock harder punkers should be pale and pasty the pizza here is fierce and tasty East Coast! Fuck You! we go out west and play some shows then we know it's time to go. Pack the truck and head on back, New York's better and that's a fact.
I'm waitin just to send them to Satan for that shit
They see a nigga stones look sick
And I gotta stack of singles in my hand thats phone booth thick
Cuz I'm so hood rich
That I'm no good bitch
And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch
And get ridda that shit spitta, get wit her, shit gitter
sit wit her, hit spitter, that don't bitch chitter
My style fit wit her
I tell her you don went left now you need to go right like a switch hitta
I know them tricks bitter
When im in the six with her
So im in a mix with her
Fourty four six with her
And I'm higher than a motherfucker
But a nigga try then he gon die in this motherfucker
[Chorus]