Big Ed f Master P - Assassin

Artist: Big Ed f Master P
Music Album: The Assassin
(Music Song Lyrics):
Master P]

Oh yeah, and to our enemies
We don't hate you but uh, we got a place for ya
Cause uh

Somebody goin die tonight
No Limit assassins goin ride tonight (What's up Big Ed nigga)
Somebody goin die tonight
No Limit assassins goin ride tonight

Uhhhhhh, ha ha
My motherf-ckin guns and my duty nigga
And let me handle my motherf-ckin business

I served an ounce of cocain, and now I'm trapped in this game
So much weed to the brain, got you bangin for change
But I'm a No Limit soldier, tattooed in blood
Federal OZ's sold keys and now heroin and drugs
And this game got me trapped cause I've been bustin at bitches
And I've been standin on these projects countin up keys and kits
And these hoes wanna kill me, see me dead cause I'm rollin
And everything that I ride I pay with cash it's not stolen
Now I don't trip on no bitches and I don't trip on no niggas
You wanted the dope and some cain, now how'm I supposed to deliver
I got my game that's my G, I f-ck with killers and ballers
I live for today and tonight so nigga f-ck tommorow

See I'm a soldier for life, give me my duties and my stripes
And f-ck everybody else, and we gotta ride tonight
See I'm a soldier for life, give me my duties and my stripes
And f-ck everybody else, and we gotta ride tonight

[Big Ed]

I'm on my way to N.O. with four keys of cocain
I got murder on my brain with the trunk full of thangs
P told me meet him uptown, it's time to get dirty (third ward)
Got a bunch of niggas tatted up screamin ya heard me
Got them bout it bout it bitches ready to f-ck
I said it bout it bout it nigga, cause they're ready to bust
Put my guns in the sky (sky), bullets goin fly (fly)
And I ain't satisfied till all my enemies die

[Master P]

See I'm a soldier for life, give me my duties and my stripes
And f-ck everybody else, and we gotta ride tonight
See I'm a soldier for life, give me my duties and my stripes
And f-ck everybody else, and we gotta ride tonight

Now drive nigga
We did that
No Limit soldier!
Woo woo
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Big Ed f Master P Assassin

504 Boyz - Check Em

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
(Master P)
Who dat call the police
Yo ma called the police
I got five on the lips
But I ain't payin for the ass
You just got yo hair fixed
So can you pump a nigga gas
Now when you ridin in my truck can you pick a nigga dick
I got a boonapolist so can you be my trick
C-Murder called you hoes like some f-ckin crash dummies
It ain't love when the motherf-cking sex cost money
I ain't dissin you hoes
I just don't love you hoes
In yo raggedy ass Girbauds
When you swangin on them poles
Now if you trippin then you know you livin trife
And if you dippin I can't put you in my life
Cause all hoes suck dick
Let me tell you dog hoes you f-ckin with
See i don't play no games and i don't sweat no hoes
(But you Master P) Well bitch take off your clothes
Talk that shit now roll with it
Ya warefare check hoe go get it

(chorus)
(P) Check dem hoes
(Traci) Check dem niggas(4x)

(Traci)
Check dem hoes nigga is you crazy
You can stunt all you want but that shit don't phase me
(?) in front yo boys like you made me nigga
I hold my own ????????
Reppin like you gon shine
Nigga you is a waste of time
Gettin that ho to step to me
I gets down for mine
Me and my girls we don't play no games
f-ck you lames
When you walkin on side of me
I'm bringin you pain
You can talk that shit about suck yo dick
Get a grip
Broke bitch you ain't the shit
You know who you f-ckin wit
Drop a baby for you
Nigga you must be sick
Got no time for the lies all niggas is tricks

(chorus)

(P) Who dat call the police
Yo ma called the police
(Traci) Who dat call the police
Yo pa call the police
(P) Dem hoes call the poli
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504 Boyz Check Em

Biz Markie: Do Your Thing

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Biz P. Diddy]
And you don't stop
And you can't stop

[P. Diddy] Yeah, yeah - I like this

[B-I-Z] If you
[Diddy] If you
[B-I-Z] Wanna know
[Diddy] Wanna know
[B-I-Z] The real deal, about the Biz
[Diddy] A-say what, a-say what?
[B-I-Z] Well I'm the Biz Markie
[Diddy] And I'm the P. Diddy
[B-I-Z] So you know what time it is
[Diddy] A-come on
[B-I-Z] If you
[Diddy] If you
[B-I-Z] Wanna know
[Diddy] Wanna know
[B-I-Z] The real deal, about the Biz
[Diddy] A-say what?
[Diddy] And that's comin from me, the P. Diddy
[Diddy] And you know what time it is, RIGHHHT

[P. Diddy]
So come on Diabolical
Don't stop and don't you dare quit
Just get on the mic, sit on the mic
Spit on the mic and don't you dare quit!

[Biz Markie]
When I get on the mic, I guarantee
There's no better MC than Biz Markie
Everything I say, or anything I do
Will move yo' posse or your crew
When you me hear me say, and what I play
Affects a lot of people in the strangest way
Well I'm too cold to freeze, too hot to burn
And I never miss a tag when it's my turn
Cause I can, rock the mic if you give me a chance
Cool V'll cut the record, make you do the 'Biz Dance'
I can - flip the crowd with a wave of my hand
I'm the Diabolical, "And you know this MAAAAAAN!"

[Chorus]
You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose
But please, please, leave my thang alone
You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose
But please, please, leave my thang alone

[Biz Markie]
I'm the court jester, the manifester
I used to buy my clothes at A.J. Lester's
The rhymerator, the beat creator
Whack rappers

Perret Pierre - Le Zizi

Artist: Perret Pierre
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Afin de nous ôter nos complexes, ogué, ogué,
On nous donne des cours sur le sexe, ogué, ogué.
On apprend la vie secrèt'
Des angoisses d'la bébèt'
Ou d'ceux qui trouvent dégourdi
D'montrer leur bigoudi.
Une instituric' très sympatique
Nous en expliqu'tout'la mécanique.
Elle dit : "Nous allons planter l'décor, ogué, ogué
De l'appareil masculin d'abord, ogué, ogué."
Elle s'approch' du tableau noir.
On va p'tèt' enfin savoir
Quel est ce monstre sacré qui a donc tant de pouvoirs,
Et, sans hésiter, ell'nous dessi-ine
Le "p'tit chose" et les "deux orphelines"

Refrain
"Tout, tout, tout,
Vous saurez tout sur le zizi,
Le vrai, le faux,
Le laid, le beau,
Le dur, le mou
Qui a grand cou,
Le gros touffu,
Le p'tit joufflu,
Le grand ridé,
Le mont Pelé.
Tout, tout, tout, tout,
J'vous dirai tout sur le zizi."

Des zizis y'en a de toutes les couleurs,
Des boulangers jusqu'aux ramoneurs.
J'en ai vu des impulsifs
Qui grimpaient dans les calcifs.
J'en ai vu de moins voraces
Tomber dans les godasses,
C'lui d'un mécanicien en détresse
Qui a jamais pu réunir ses pièces.
Y'a le zizi tout prop' du blanchisseur,
Celui qui amidonn' la main d'ma soeur.
J'ai vu le zizi d'un curé
Avec son p'tit chapeau violet
Qui, juste en pleine ascension,
Fait la génuflexion,
Un levé d'zizis au crépuscule
Et celui du pap'qui fait des bulles.

Refrain

Le zizi musclé chez le routier
Se r'connait à son gros col roulé.
J'ai vu l'zizi affolant
D'un trapéziste ambulant
Qui apprenait la barr'fixe à ses petits enfants,
L'alpiniste et son beau pic à glace
Magnifiqu'au-d'ssus des grand's Jorasses.
J'ai vu l'grand zizi d'un p'tit bedeau
Qui sonn'l'angélus les mains dans l'dos,
Celui d'un marin breton
Qui avait perdu ses pompons
Et celui d'un juif cossu
Qui mesurai l'tissu,
Celui d'un imfirmier d'ambulance
Qui clignotait dans les cas d'urgences.

Refrain

J'ai vu l'petit zizi des aristos
Qui est toujours au bord de l'embargo.
J'ai roulé d'la pâtiss'rie
Avec celui d'mon mari.
Avec celui d'un chinois,
J'ai mêm'cassé des noix.
Avec un zizi au moeurs incertaines,
J'ai même fait des ris d'veau à l'ancienne.

Refrain
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Perret Pierre Le Zizi

504 Boyz - Uptown

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Goodfellas
(Music Song Lyrics):
Taxi]
Did you call a taxi
[Master P]
Yea
[Taxi]
Where you going my brother
[Master P]
Uptown. Ya heard me Calliope 36-49 go cross the Bra
Bridge and make a left

[Chorus: Suga Bear (repeat 2x's)]

I'll be hangin uptown (hangin)
With my niggas
Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea

[Master P]
Uptown baby, don't clown baby
It's going down baby, I'm with my rounds baby
Uptown CP3, nigga my block stay hot
You rally dirty war, nigga I got it on lock
From the Mac to the Meph to the Calliope
Nigga in the bricks at night fool anything goes
Rose Tavern is the spot were I stash the glock
Hoody Hoo, Run forest here comes the cops
Nigga second line badge where my peeps get killed
R.I.P. T' shirts nigga to remember the real
Sam Skulley got killed and Big Glen got Life
My lil cousin Jimmy did 8
but now he's trying to change his life

[Chorus 2x's]

[Mac]
Now let me take you to the land of the choppers
pussy poppers and body droppers
crooked cops and quarter shops
when the cop shopper
you get your hands on a a bird
don't say a word
there is a million coke spots with no coke to serve
when you see them nigga swerve in the Lexus
and you can't get no buss pass
to get your ski mask, and get a click
but make sure it niggas you been f-cking with get a bitch
bout that murder, murder and sucking dick
on the slick doe, cause they pulling akickdoes
and I think it was them nigga out that Thomas
cause they had them black macs and bombers
but you didn't hear that me, I can't talk, I can't see
look matter fact when it happen, I was overseas with P
and that how a nigga be, I be on GT with wears and boots
when them f-cking people spin in, my niggas holla "OOP OOP"
and if a nigga find ya, we second line behind ya
blow some ganja in your memories
sportin Tee's to remind ya we still

[Chorus 2x's]

[C-Murder]
Now if you looking for me playa
when I'm down in the city
you wanna get with me then hit me
or come in that Calliope and get me
for real ask Whine and Eyes
I be down in the cut
me, Boo Gee and Tee Dee
we be tearing shit up
feel my rounds, uptown them tuff guys on the block
just like Slim and Marcello
they got that Nolia on lock
and that Rose Tavern
I'm chillling right in front of Randall pictures
they hit cha but ask Victor
where gonna always be with cha
I'll let Lil Cory tell a story while he down in the 5th
I hit the spliff, pass the twirk and yell CP3
We make a move and bounce the House of Blues
full of Tequila, we left the dagger shop
them po po's sweating the block
and now it's back to the Calliope
(it's back to the Calliope)
the driveway of the middle of 3rd Ward code
I represent it lil daddy
cause it's a Calliope thing
and uptown is the place where I chill and hang

[Chorus 2x's
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504 Boyz Uptown

504 Boyz - Tight Whips

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Lil' Romeo, Magic, Yungsta)
[Hook]
We roll tight whips, everyday
Bentley, Lex, Mercedes, and Escalades
We roll tight whips, everyday
Hustlin to make a big buck, but that's ok

[Verse 1]
They say the top ain't acting funny
He ain't holla'd a day
He got the top back, you know his new Z28
Holla at ya (BOY!) with the 8 of us 8
But they like my rims they just non-stop (SPREWELL!)
Look like they runnin away

[Verse 2: Magic]
I'm doing 80 in the lightin
Duece trays on shine
The cops try to pull me over but my rims done blinded em
Cus I got 4 models in the back of my truck
18" Bazooka bumpin my stuff
Waking the BLOCK UP!

[Verse 3: Master P]
Call me Ghetto Bill cus my seats they be Gucci
And when I roll through the hood I got 2 or 3 hoochies
Lou Vaton Airbags 'case I crash bad
Futuristic kidded up like I'm Batman
Represent the PROjects
TV when I roll that
Gamblin for a car, no
Hope I don't blow that, WHOA!

[Hook]

[Verse 4]
We roll big body Benz it's the navigators
In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter
Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine
Keep it by my shorty so that we be hard to find
I ain't pay the car note, in about 3 months
I'd rather, spend my paper on Henney and blunts
Even when the truck stop those things be constant spinnin
I'm a 504 Boy so I'm constant with it

[Verse 5: Yungsta]
Roll around in tight whips
Catch me on the night shift
I'm just a Yungsta, I roll without a license
My dogs is triflin, homie you can bite when
First one in the hood on the block with the ice rims
My seats be piped out, TVs with the lights out
Had these blinkin when I passed, try not to wipe out
Dash with the wood grain, still in the hood man
Catch me on lean car clean we doing big things

[Hook]

[Verse 6: Silkk]
The way we do it
She got a man, but she still gonna turn around
Bentley, a bucket with chicken I'm like ma, go turn em now
It's like No Limit said it, we all day, no loss
Just parkin lot pimpin, car changin colors
These boys go hard off

[Verse 7: Master P]
We leave the tags in the window, whodee
Cus it's worth about a hundred
V12 with remote control (cha-cha) engine runnin
P.Miller throwbacks, with the convertable shift
Candy paint thong version with the iced out chip
Yokahama tires, whodee, but I only got 3
No Limit Boys we thuggin I get a high for next week!

[Verse 8: Lil' Romeo]
I'm fish tailin my dad, and I'm rollin on drops
Sportin Sprewell to the curb I think I saw the cops
They call me Richie Rich, I got my name in the seats
X-Box in the front and the back DVDs
Got TVs in the head rest with the big wide screen
Got the navigation system with the phone in between
Rollin a coupe with the top down when I go outdoors
We roll on old days around here, that's 24s

[Hook]

[Jamaican flow]

[Verse 9]
I got that whip block paint off, my ride air ding dong
The nose on my hood just like my ride stay PISSED off
I roll through yo hood they ask me do I call lift off
Like if it was made out of space with 20s and crishtoff

[Verse 10]
Go real glistens
These chicks, call me Mista Cleana
A firecracker, big ballin, it's something you've never seen
I'm sippin lean, off thick playin on 6 TV screens
Interior green, 24s, but you know, it ain't no thing
HAH

[Verse 11: Master P]
We ghetto fab, let our bling bling show
Driveway like a dealership, don't walk no more
We wiling out, all day, all night
Cus this is my life, my life, my life...

[Hook]
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504 Boyz Tight Whips

504 Boyz - Thug Girl 2

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Hoody-Hoo
where they at, where they at
where the thug girls at
(Over Here Whodi)
where they at, where they at,
where the thug girls at
(Over Here Whodi)
where they at, where they at
where the thug girls at
(Overe Here Whodi)
where they at, where they at

[Master P]
where the thug girls at out that 504
where the thug girls at out that 310
where the thug girls at out that 202
where the thug girls at claiming red and blue.

I heard you jockin' Master P cause he got a mercedes
A bubble eye hummer but the feds can't fade me
you just wanna ride girls jump inside
cause I'm a 3rd ward nigga til the day that I die
I only f-ck with thug girls when I'm on tha block
and i don't mess with no hoes that say they hot
All my fighting girls grab da gat grab da gat
and all ya stuntin ass bitches step back (ya heard me)

[Chorus: repeat 4X]

where the thug girls at
(Over Here Whodi)
where they at, where they at

[Silkk the Shocker]
They wish they knew I want a girl like you
Well, girl gotta be from the hood, but you gotta know what to do
Like beta hold the bricks, beta hold the clips
but when night time comes u gotta ??? hold da sh....
Now from the streets give me the heat
you gotta know what to do wit it,
Taz hit ya you be like I dont know who did it
Take the ??? off you guys never be like you did it
Real chick only let you hit it
Respectin by my clique stayin by her man
In public business unload get wild and thangs
She's real thats why i took her money and ice her up
If a chick gets outta line respectin me she gonna slice her up
If I give her some money she gonna know how to flip that
and if I gotta go somewhere she gonna hold it down til I get back
so Hoody Hoo if you about doin somethin
and hoody hoo if you about doin no stuntin

[Chorus 4X]

[Krazy]
It's about a fight tho we can f-ck Baby waste no time
What you like in your drink girl lemon or lime
The way you shake on the dance floor got me hot
Lets Drive around the lake til we find the spot
I aint suprised that you gotta man baby its cool
Gimme one night with ya girl I bet you'll leave that fool
He probably thank you went to work when you came to the club
you aint lookin for afection you need a thug
I'll be straight up with you baby dont be his lady
A nigga like big lips cause I love some head
and if your girl wanna join I'm down with that
she can lick a niggas nuts while i hit ya from the back

[Chorus 4X]

[Master P]
There they go in that 212
There they go in that 402
There they go in that 305
There they go in that 415
There they go in that 219
There they go ,there they go, there they go,
There they go ,there they go, there they go,
Yo, Krazy Silkk Nigga, Grab a few of these thug girls
Let's go have one of those Gangsta Parties, ya heard me?
No Limit style we gonna ball til we fall
Soulja rest in all nigga
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504 Boyz Thug Girl 2

Perret Pierre - Ouvrez La Cage Aux Oiseaux

Artist: Perret Pierre
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Paroles et musique : Pierre Perret
(c) Éditions Adèle

R Ouvrez, ouvrez la cage aux oiseaux
Regardez-les s'envoler c'est beau
Les enfants si vous voyez
Des p'tits oiseaux prisonniers
Ouvrez-leur la porte vers la liberté.

1 Un p'tit dé à coudre
Et trois goutt's d'eau dedans
Au-d'ssus du perchoir un os de seich' tout blanc
Et un p'tit piaf triste
De vivre en prison
Ça met du soleil dans la maison
C'est c'que vous diront
Quelques rentiers vic'lards.
Des vieux shnoks qui n'ont
Qu'des trous d'air dans l'cigare,
Un' fois dans vot' vie
Vous qu'êt's pas comme eux,
Faites un truc qui vous rendra heureux

2 Si vot' concierg' fait cui cui sur son balcon
Avec ses perruches
Importées du Japon,
Ses canaris jaunes et ses bengalis
À vot' tour fait'-leur guili guili
Sournois'ment exclamez-vous
"Dieu quel plumage !
Mais chèr' madame on vous d'mande
Au troisième étage."
Et dès qu'la bignole aura l'dos tourné
Même si on doit pas vous l'pardonner
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504 Boyz - Thug Girl II

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Goodfellas
(Music Song Lyrics):
Hoody-Hoo
where they at, where they at
where the thug girls at
(Over Here Whodi)
where they at, where they at,
where the thug girls at
(Over Here Whodi)
where they at, where they at
where the thug girls at
(Overe Here Whodi)
where they at, where they at

[Master P]
where the thug girls at out that 504
where the thug girls at out that 310
where the thug girls at out that 202
where the thug girls at claiming red and blue.

I heard you jockin' Master P cause he got a mercedes
A bubble eye hummer but the feds can't fade me
you just wanna ride girls jump inside
cause I'm a 3rd ward nigga til the day that I die
I only f-ck with thug girls when I'm on tha block
and i don't mess with no hoes that say they hot
All my fighting girls grab da gat grab da gat
and all ya stuntin ass bitches step back (ya heard me)

Chorus: repeat 4X

where the thug girls at
(Over Here Whodi)
where they at, where they at

[Silkk the Shocker]
They wish they knew I want a girl like you
Well, girl gotta be from the hood, but you gotta know what to do
Like beta hold the bricks, beta hold the clips
but when night time comes u gotta ??? hold da sh....
Now from the streets give me the heat
you gotta know what to do wit it,
Taz hit ya you be like I dont know who did it
Take the ??? off you guys never be like you did it
Real chick only let you hit it
Respectin by my clique stayin by her man
In public business unload get wild and thangs
She's real thats why i took her money and ice her up
If a chick gets outta line respectin me she gonna slice her up
If I give her some money she gonna know how to flip that
and if I gotta go somewhere she gonna hold it down til I get back
so Hoody Hoo if you about doin somethin
and hoody hoo if you about doin no stuntin

Chorus 4X

[Krazy]
It's about a fight tho we can f-ck Baby waste no time
What you like in your drink girl lemon or lime
The way you shake on the dance floor got me hot
Lets Drive around the lake til we find the spot
I aint suprised that you gotta man baby its cool
Gimme one night with ya girl I bet you'll leave that fool
He probably thank you went to work when you came to the club
you aint lookin for afection you need a thug
I'll be straight up with you baby dont be his lady
A nigga like big lips cause I love some head
and if your girl wanna join I'm down with that
she can lick a niggas nuts while i hit ya from the back

Chorus 4X

[Master P]
There they go in that 212
There they go in that 402
There they go in that 305
There they go in that 415
There they go in that 219
There they go ,there they go, there they go,
There they go ,there they go, there they go,
Yo, Krazy Silkk Nigga, Grab a few of these thug girls
Let's go have one of those Gangsta Parties, ya heard me?
No Limit style we gonna ball til we fall
Soulja rest in all nigga
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504 Boyz Thug Girl II

Rödelheim Hartreim Projekt - TÜRKISCH

Artist: Rödelheim Hartreim Projekt
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
30 Mark Far Deine Kack Cd Bist Du Bescheuert?
5 Waren aœberteuert Alter Du Bist Gefeuert
Wirst Erneuert Durch Mich Und Endest Als Arbeitsloser
Kleiner Aber Groaer Ganz In Rosa Eingekleideter Poser
Meine Prosa Ist So Hardcore Daa
Du Sie Wie Die Zunge Von 'ner Alten Gerne Im Ohr Hast
Komm Ruhig Vor Spast Ich Geb' Dir Meine Blitze Blanke
Glatze Plus Die Tatze In Die Fratze Wie Dem Fritze An Der Tanke
Sag Danke Und Geh Solange Du Kannst
Wenn Du Sprayer Bist Dann Spray Und Wenn Du Tanzer Bist Dann Tanz
Aber Net' Mir Auf Der Nase Deppseinsohn
Und Kannt Ihr Mich Mit Dem Gelaber Von Wegen Hiphop Bitte
Verschohnen
Ich Wohn' In Radelheim Mit Jungs Aber Das Weiat Du Ja Wahrscheinlich
Ganz Ehrlich Ich Scham' Mich Far Dich Du Bist Mir Peinlich Mein' Ich
Reim Doch Heimlich Alter Da Hatten Wir Alle Mehr Vom Leben
Hier Muat Du Den Heiarauchen Ja Ja Weitergeben

Gib Mir Den Nachsten Zug Obwohl Einer Ist Nicht Genug
Ohne Betrug Kammerad Ich Flieg' aœber Den Loop
Wie Ein Flugzeug In Hohen Laften
aœber Jungs Die Sich Brasten Und Mir Wird Schlecht Von Den Daften
Als Ob Sie Nicht Waaten Daa aœber Ihnen Wiegand Ist
Machen Sie Geschia Und Produzieren Mist
Ich Diss Dich Du Fotze Von Der Wiege Bis Ins Grab
Und Wenn Ich Nicht Hart War' War' Ich Nicht Der Chab
Der Als Bodyguard Den Racken Der Familie Hat
Dabei Glanzt Wie Die Glatze Von P. Wahrend Du Matt
Und Platt Bist Daa 'n Chabo Der Far Sicherheit Sorgt
Ans Mikro Geht Konkret Talked Und Dich Doged
Der Ort Ist Mir Egal Und Dein Gelaber Noch Egaler
Deine Alte Riecht Nach Mir Aber Du Denkst Es Ist Feniala
Genialer Asozialer Schlauer Bauer
Pat Now Who Got The Power

Fotzenlecker Und Fotzenleckerinnen Ich Har' Stimmen
Der Wichser Verliert Doch Mua Gewinnen
Von Innen Nach Auaen Alter Von Drinnen Nach Drauaen
Hart Man Schlage Aus Dem Herzen Mit Schmerzen Ohne Pausen
Ich Hab' 's Tausend Mal Gesagt Und Werd' 's Gerne Wiederholen
Bei Mir Gibt 's Mehr Skills Als Gestohlene Autos In Polen
Du Hast Wohl 'n Ego Problem Bist Schizophren
Sagst Du Freust Dich Uns Zu Sehen Aber Du Disst Uns Wenn Wir Gehen
Wir Stehen Auf Anderen Stufen Lan Andere Ebenen
Du Willst Was Wir Haben Und Ich Kann 's Dir Nicht Geben Mann
Wir Leben Am Abgrund Einer Zeit Die Krank Ist
Geld Regiert Die Welt Aber Ich Weia Wo Die Bank Ist
Fang Jetzt Bloa Keine Hektik An Mein Freund
Du Hast Viel Zu Viel Versaumt Und Auaerdem Alles Nur Getraumt
Wie 'n Joint Wirst Du Geraucht Wie 'n Loch Im Kopf Gebraucht
Und Du Kommst Nie Wieder Rauf Wenn Ich Dich Untertauch

Young Jacks I Go Way Back Check It As I Roll Over The Playback
You Think My Shit Is Wack I Can 't See How You Say That
When I Lay That Vocal On The Track Like The Hand Of A Mack
On His Bitch Punks Check Out Where I 'm At
Fat The Way I Roll Over The Groove Me Stole
In The School That 's Old They 'd Say This Must Be Told
I Fold Competition Somewhat Like A Map
This Ain't No Handicapped Rap For A Gap Left By Snap
But That Is That And This Is This Now Pump Your Fist
Excuse Me Miss Did You Just Blow Me A Kiss
Is You Tryin' To Add Me To Your List Of The Dissed Or Are You His
Taking Care Of Business Is This A Setup
The P Quickly Gets Fed Up I Put Some Led Up To Fill Your Head Up Now
Get Up
Get Up Get Up Get Up Or Get Down
As I Put A f-ckin' Hooker To The Ground Weitergeben
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504 Boyz - Whodi

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Goodfellas
(Music Song Lyrics):
Master P:
our mission is to get money, power, and bitches, ya heard me?
ha ha (hootie hoo)

Chorus (2x):
where you at whodi? (im ova here whodi)
Im in dat 5, dat 0, to da 4, ya heard

We drive Excursions with TV's
Bubble eye humvees
A mouth full of gold teeth
and i represent that CP3
Where my niggaz on the block boy
Open up shop boy
and they'll kill ya for them rocks boy
Gimme some money, dollars
and imma give you 400 back
Give it to me in powder and imma change it into crack
Im tryna change my life but im tired of bein broke
Thats why i post up with my niggaz and we hustle by the store

Chorus (2x)

Magic:
(Where you at whodi?)
Im ova here shaggy
Smokin my do-do in the mo-mo in the black navi
Bitches will love to have me, because im livin lavish
Ill take some pussy but head is what really makes me happy
Im downtown in the 9th ward, Saint Claude
Friday night when the boulevard is full of beacoup broads
Im on the scene full of Henny
New Orleans love me so i aint gotta spend a f-ckin penny
I let em know that im a 504 boy from across the Canal...

Mystikal
...And im from the 12th, i run by myself
and if you cant tell, im bad for your health
Bitch im the man, keep up if you can
Yall niggaz cant stand it
When i come with them uptown niggaz
from the 504 with a gun in both hands
Im the tracks, im the wheel on the tanks
I live on the bill in the banks
I come in and do my thang
Where the muthaf-cka that think im playin?

Chorus (2x)

Mr. Marcello:
Life in the bricks, believe me niggaz we live it
If they aint made it yet then bitch they gotta build it
Money to the ceiling, i used to sell rocks on blocks
f-ckin round wit Master P, nigga got NY socks
Wodie im hot, enough cash to buy yall blocks
Trucks...hold, i got NYPD locked
Im a killa nigga, raw dog guerrilla nigga
Try to download the spot cuz willow was hot nigga


Silkk:
When i come through i come through wild
come through foul, come through loud
Run through the crowd, run 2000
Come through this kickin like its kung-fu style
From the front to the rear whodi, its No Limit year whodi
(Yo Silkk where you at?)
Im in this No Limit gear whodi

Chorus (2x)

C-Murder:
Where you at?
Im over here, in the project on the block
Im C-Murder, im bout dat drama nigga
f-ck you and your mamma
Incarcerate me if you could
But you gotta find me in the hood
Im foreva gettin blunted
Nigga, No Limit niggaz keep comin
Never runnin from them bitches
Dumpin fools up in ditches
And snitches, i give em muthaf-ckin stitches
Dat 504, tha Calliope, we rattle street and rust ya blade
Duck nigga, watch yo head, it could be ya early grave
Check your rearview, lock them doors
Beat your hoes and cock ya shit
Count your money by the bit
and get tru niggaz in your click
N-O, L-I, M-I to the T
is just a bunch of crazy muthaf-ckas just like me

Chorus (4x)

Wild Wayne talking until fade
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Les Vrp - Bartek

Artist: Les Vrp
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Aujourd'hui c'est dimanche, et Jean louis est content
C'est son anniversaire il vient d'avoir 16 ans
Son pre est fier de lui c'est un homme prsent
Il va donc l'emmener, la chasse au faisan.
Aujourd'hui c'est dimanche c'est le jour du seigneur
Il va falloir prier, prier pour la p'tite soeur
Atteinte de mongolisme jusqu'au plus haut degr
Elle va au catchisme, mais fait peur au cur.
Aujourd'hui c'est dimanche un grand jour pour Jean Louis
Son pre lui a offert un merveilleux fusil
Il court dans le jardin pour buter un canard
Il n'y trouve que Brigitte faisant d'la balanoire.
Aujourd'hui c'est dimanche c'est le jour du seigneur
Il va falloir prier, prier pour la p'tite soeur
Abattue par Jean Louis de trois balles en plein coeur
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504 BOYZ - Them Boyzfeat. Mac, X-Con

Artist: 504 BOYZ
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Mac]
Who dat nigga?
What?
Nigga you know me? (yeah nigga uptown)
Mac

[Chorus]
Watch them boyz, watch them boyz, y'all know them boyz?
you better watch them boyz
Watch them boyz, watch them boyz, y'all know them boyz?
you better watch them boyz

[X-Con]
See that nigga with the slugs he got the gat
See that nigga in the black he got the sack
See don't f-ck with them niggas when they on they shit
And don't f-ck with them niggas in the No-Limit clique (ya heard)
See calio boys they don't give a f-ck
But them 504 boyz they'll bust you up
When they doin' bad they'll rob your ass
Run from the taz then hustle and grab
The one thing my niggas, they don't stunt
But they'll f-ck your bitch then smoke your blunts(ya heard)

[Chorus x3]

[Mac]
Man look who them niggas with their rag on and the gold teeth?
I know them boys know me
I know them boys heard of me
Probally wanna murder me
Probally got some niggas outside smokin' out my ride
But I hope they got they bullett proof vest on
Cause I be shootin' like a fiend shootin' hairon(heroin)
Oh where you from dog (where you from) oh is that right
Now get the f-ck before I show you what this mack like
You niggas must be made of (?)
Cause y'all just stumbled in the wrong hood trying to get your rap on
Tell the D.J. cut the lights on
So we can take it outside and get our motherf-cking fight on

[Chorus]

[Master-P]
They got me running through this dirty maze I feel a trap
Foot prints all through this dirty grave with a (?)
Coming (?) with two heaters stuck in my britches
You niggas keep on chasin I'm taking some of you with me
I don't wanna hurt nobody, tell me if it's the end
God forgive my sins cause I gots to make it in
Tried it playing with the good but my hood is raw
Head busters and wig spliters, it's all them so
Aint got time for the game no more hoes always in us
It's all about the fame now hoe, got you niggas jelous
All the old killers I ran with, let me show y'all the difference
Gotta watch them on the streets like I watch them other prisoners

[Chorus x2]
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Biz Markie: I Need A Haircut

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Thanks to jostmatt@bgb.ch for these lyrics.

G-goobely-goo
Ah-h-h-hm

Ah yeah
Now check it out

I would walk into the bathroom to take a crap
I sit down, and then I write me a toilet stool rap
Whether I'm constipated or have diarrhea
I always come out with a funky fresh idea
Even if you don't think it's funky fresh, and
To all the little kids I'm makin a good impression
Cause a lot of my hits are written on the john
I hope my legendary style of rap lives on
This's a hidden secret where classics come from
Everybody has done it, even my man Run
Only in there I am the king of the throne
Hey, hey, you know I can't be alone
No girls, no guys, no dogs, no cats
No parents, no nieces, no nephews, no brats
That's the only way that I can get privacy
And you know where I write my funky fresh rhymes live, you see...

Me sittin on a toilet
Waitin for my bowels to move
I got a doodoo rap
I got a doodoo...

Yo, bust it
Let me tell you a little something bout this episode
It was four in the morning, chillin on my commode
It was me, my pad, and pen, and my bad breath
All of a sudden I came up with somethin that was real def
I was thinkin, what a real beatbox could do
What if I put a hype beat with the "p-pf 1-2"?
Then I write some words, so I really can use it
I think I would name this one Make The Music
Like if I was the man that they call Clark Kent
Cause I go into the bathroom for rhymes I invent
Then I come out on stage like Superman
But never show the people my masterplan
Instead of movin towels, or movin vowels
Only think I'm doin, is movin bowels
A tv in the bathroom just might spoil it
Only thing I can say is...

I'm sittin on a toilet
Waitin for my bowels to move
I got a doodoo rap
I got a doodoo
Doodoo
Doo-oo-oo
Doo-doo-doo-doo
Rrrhaaa

Les Vrp - Nul a Chier

Artist: Les Vrp
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Il y a un an le 12 octobre tu nous quittais... Mmre
Ton souvenir reste jamais grav dans nos coeur
Nous garderons le got sucr de tes bons sabls au beurre
Si tu n'avais plus ta tte a n'tait pas important
Quand tu rangeais tes lunettes dans le frigo c'tait marrant
Il y a un an le 12 octobre tu nous quittais... Mmre
Pour toujours nous regretterons le rglage de ta tl
Pas besoin de champignons pour avoir les yeux clats
Tes bruitages insoutenables taient toujours bienvenus
Quand tu te levais de table c'tait souvent sans retenue
Nos petites farces amicales
(Oh, amicales)
Etaient parfois un peu dures
(Oui un peu dures)
La dernire te fut fatale
Nous le regretterons a c'est sr!!!
Nous garderons en mmoire ce dentier qui fut le tien
Il donnait tes histoires un p'tit air amricain
Et nous ajouterons en prime ton fabuleux Sonotone
Lui qui nous apprt le mime mritait qu'on le mentionne
Nous sommes tous au dsespoir
(Au dsespoir)
Et nous ne saurons jamais
(Jamais!)
Ce que faisait ce savon noir
Tout en haut de l'escalier!!!
Il y a un an le 12 octobre tu nous quittais... Mmre
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504 Boyz - Commercial

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
little girl:hello
boy:yes this is mr. jones from moter credit can i speak to mr.miller please
little girl:dad some guy from moter credit wants you
master p:tell him im not here
little girl:my dad said he not here
boy:well tell him if he wants to keep on holding that benz he need to make a payment.
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Hill Dru - This is what we do

Artist: Hill Dru
Music Album: Various songs / Unsorted
(Music Song Lyrics):
Featuring Method Man]
Yeah baby hey yeah yeah
And you know said you know
Said you know said you know babe yeah
So you say your ish is it
And you say your ish is hot
You want me to touch your spot
Cuz thats how we do it
Now I watch your earrings jingle
And I watch you work your middle
Cuz your handle bars aint little
Makes me wanna (Yall aint ready)
1 If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah show me what to do
I keep it movin, givin it to you
Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah
(Repeat 1)
Said East Side, where you at , yo what the deely
And to my ladies over West can you feel me
Tell me what the deal with the south
And tell me Master P got it all figured out
But if you say you with me, show you with me
Youre so pretty, you stay shitty,
Aaint no shorty over 40 chillin in the VIP with me
Damn right, game tight, cuz thats how we do it tonight
(Repeat 1) x2
[Method Man]:
Who got the best body on the planet
I take advantage, then skate like the kissin bandit
Leave of hearts
Got these shorties out after dark
Were lady killers
Now blow back apart, raw dealers, the cat Dru Hill or
Strange love, seven thirty, Im like Herbie with a Love Bug
Then skip town like a Casanova brown Mrs.
You look delicious like a two piece with a biscuit
Whats goin down?
In my mind Im rippin your clothes
Playing with your peep girl suckin your toes
Go round with the Ghetto Sarano, mello,
Romeo, who like his women on the same level
Pay my bills that were due, all accounts settled
Now Im relaxing like Pa now with Ma Kettle
Baby laughing, earrings in both nipples
Like Janet Jackson, busting out her latest fashion
Or the smashin
Honey come on over here, I **** be cold
Throw them panties over there, you wont need those
You talk like sex
You walk like sex
Ya smell like sex
Ya yell like sex
And all ya want is Mr. Map, hell of a man
That can sell an Eskimo a fan
I come equipped for any spot that you want hit
Or want licked, when my ___ hit the ______, ahh, shit
I start to think back on how I go hump
In seven minutes to heaven at the age of eleven
Couldnt tell me nuthin then, cant tell me nuthin now
Honey child, milkin the cow, lovin my style
This is what we do kid, me and them Dru kids
Take em blind, crimp em and crazy, even toothless
Lastly, if you know me dont ask me
Call me Method, Mr. Mack if ya nasty
(Repeat 1) x2
If I move it on the left, will it be hot to death
If I move it on the right will you make it last all night (Woody)
If I move it up and down will you make a freaky sound come on
If I move it in and out will it make you scream and shout
(Repeat 1 until fade
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504 Boyz - Yeah Yeah

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Slay Sean, Young Blaze)

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

[Master P]
Check my status, then check my name
You want to win give me the ball, the last play of the game
Cause I'm a big time baller, shot caller
From Uptown, got a house and a quarter
You wanna fight me, then bite me
Stop tripping cause your baby mama like me
We roll Benzes, Beamers, Ferraris
Then we smoked out our band new parlay
I'm like Randy Moss, throw me a pass
I'm like Belvin Davis, bout to bust your ass
Call me Austin Powers, cause I leave you groovy
I ain't R. Kelly, don't make no movies
But I'll freak you, won't beat you
You buck then I'll be the preacher
We in it, we winning
They can't stop the New No Limit

[Chorus: Slay Sean - 2x]
You wanna be me, we off the heezy
Catch me on the block, black V-Tweezy
You see the rims spinning, yeah we still winning
Who we be, the New No Limit

[Slay Sean]
Fresh out the hood daddy, look at the wood daddy
You see the neck you see the wrist, that's mad karats
Dog I'm past average, my lifestyle's lavish
Ya'll can keep the hood, I'm bout to jump it off in Paris
I got a lot of habits, love stacking cabbage
You ain't no where near my level son, don't get embarrassed
We push the hottest whips, we on that baller shit
We cop our jewels like rat, give me all of this
Bout that foolishness, bitch like a Jewish kid
I'm that dude in the club, with the bluest wrist
My whole crew is thick, you can not fool with this
I'm bout my paper, and I don't plan on losing it

[Chorus - 2x]

[Young Blaze]
Hey yo it's still me Young Blaze, still in the mix
You could catch me in a six lil one, still in the bricks
In that 5-0-4 flip it, drop the O
And you left with that four-fifth, cocked at your do'
I'm country so I talk slow, walk even slower
Sip henny in a pickle jar, chickens in a Rover
Yes sir, got Seawoodson's on the truck grinning
Like if I could stop blinking, maybe they could stop spinning

[Chorus - 2x]
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504 Boyz - War

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Afficial, Curren$y)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Y'all don't wanna war wit us, in this steel we trust
When there's beef best believe we bust
We can take it how you want it cuz we thuggin over here
Pure, uncut, raw butter over here

[Yukon]
Yo you see the game getting better this year
They done put P with Afficial something better in here
I'm tryin to take em where they ain't been
Somethin out they price range
Ain't in they budget, you know they can't spend
Where we at, in a league of our own
And I know this chick now I'm tryin to meet at my home
So they can see the goods I got
About how there's one in every neighborhood
Strangers feel like they're tourin blocks
You know it ain't too hard to tell
That every member of my street team ain't too far from jail
And if he down then his book's healthy
You see, I don't only talk about the cars and the cribs, I look wealthy
Beef ain't a problem with us now
And nigga you can get as loud as you want, we hollow in the pound
And let em think they playin with that
And imma show em with one squeeze, how 16's spray in ya back

[Chorus]

[Desperado]
I write my rhymes in the kitchen cuz my balls is cookin
Used to f-ck average bitches now the stars is looking
Niggas scared and they shook, I can tell by their face
Cuz we hard to figure out, like the lock to a safe
I go to court the judge dropping the case
No blood as soon as I kill a nigga then I'm moppin the place
And I'm quick to pop the 8, that's just how I was raised
Desperado, name spread like the shells in the gauge
And age the major reason why they can't believe it
But we all quarterbacks and y'all gotta receive it
But they don't catch it till a year later
Minds kill, niggas lost so they gotta catch up like Hossfield
Your team don't squeeze, guess what, mines will
Or stop till there's a million a show like Seinfield
Plus we got the skill for this, any proven time
But this burner to your head, make you lose your mind nigga

[Chorus]

[S-Flames]
I can feel the girls on my nuts, bout those Rolls and drops
Now it's hard to get her off like a Heiniken top
I got ten young boys on the block with them quarters
Nowadays I'm washin my car with spring water
Why you just try to send your man to merc me
You can't get rid of Flames, nickname is herpes
I'm a man, you a man, won't you act like one
See me face to face chump, watch me beat you like my son
You f-cked up comin strong with the GOAT
Getting killed with no money now you dead broke
If the Liberty Bell rung it wouldn't stop this fight
Get buck like Bugsy and his men go hard all night
Nigga you heard my bars, you know I got a bad mouth
Furnished and customized, you know I got a bad house
Game over, Afficial in here
I live inside of a shape, my house the Hollywood Square nigga

[Chorus]

[Curren$y]
Come thru in a white Viper with the rally stripes
A trunk hold 6 bodies if you stack em right
Same hits over the celly, sit back and write
They only found half of ya so your casket lite
Now your body real easy to carry
These hoes talk to much, me and my A.K.s finna get married
2 shots to the grill, put a hole in ya smile
With a banana clip longer than the O.J. trial
Now let me find out you tried to put a stop to my sales
Put a hole through ya head like the top of a whale
If a nigga get knocked I can post my own bail
A million dollars in cash let me outta this cell
Man y'all niggas just beginners
I got enough bricks to rebuild the whole World Trade Center
Old school Regals, D's, and gold spinners
Everyday I got a different mink for the whole winter

[Chorus]
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Big ED f Mia X Silkk the Shocker - Rodeo

Artist: Big ED f Mia X Silkk the Shocker
Music Album: Assassin
(Music Song Lyrics):
Silkk(echoin himself):
Now I'm bout to take the world into a No Limit rodeo (feel this)
P can ya understand this one?
Now see we gonna keep it bout it and rowdy
Now I got Mia X, Big Ed and ya know when I'm in here, Silkk the Shocker
It's bout to get serious, so I'm gonna get the world bucked up

Big Ed and Mia X
Where my cowgirls at, here we go, where my cowboys (x2)
Get on the dance floor
Unnhh (yea)
Get on the dance floor

Silkk:
To my thugs(thugs), I say my cowboys(cowboys)grab ya'll lassos and um(Mama
Mia)
All my cowgirls(cowgirls), saddle up, cause yo I'm bout to ride it(ride it
with me)
I got somethin new(Big Ed) ride with us

Big Ed:
I got a new dance for ya

Silkk:
Big Ed tell em how it go

Big Ed:
It's called the rodeo
Put your right arm up, dip, and buck your hips
Put your left arm up, dip, and buck your hips(do it till your saddles right)
Put your right arm up, dip, and buck your hips(come on, bump your hips)
(Come on, buck your hips)
(Do it till your saddles right)
Put your right arm up, dip, and buck your hips
Put your left arm up, dip, and buck your hips(come on)
Saddle me up, come and ride this buckin bronco
Work it out baby, video for the peep show
Dosy doe at the Alamo
Twist your hips like a tornado, explode like a volcano
Bounce up and down like a po-go
Your love it got me fiennin like a nympho, hit ya with the gusto
Erotic trust as we undergo orgasmic eruptions
Baskin in the after glow
I slam my boy like big 5 and domino
Screamin my name like old ladies screamin bingo!
I got ya shakin excess, climactic combos
She's tryin to be quit bittin the pillows
It seems it get wetter the farther in I go
You want me to go deeper? Cause baby I go plenty mo
You can pull my slot all night like a casino
So you can ride me baby, fast or slow

CHORUS:(x4)
Ride like a buckin bronco(ride it, ride it, come on come on)
(Do you like that)
In the rodeo, a rodeo (ride it ride it, come on come on)
(Tell me do you like that)
Ride like a buckin bronco(ride it, ride it, come on come on)
(I know you like that)
In the rodeo, a rodeo (ride it ride it, come on come on)
(Tell me do you like that)

Silkk:
Come on,come on, come on, come on
Grab the lasso, and let me rope them hips
Look I love them tryin take all of it, bittin your lip
Walked in dimonds shine look true that there
Everybody talkin bout look, who that there
Can't let a good thing pass me
Come on boo an get sassy
(Boy you nasty)
I know
Forget about your man, see if you can take this
I don't hate unless it be fake, time to bust, get rape an switch(switch)
Flex the Lex, now I'm like sex in the Benz
Sex unstoppable is it possible to have sex and be friends
So come and ride this bronco, buck and dip
Can you picture this skinny cowboy, between them hips
No limit soldier, so come and ride me baby
Hard to stop when I'm inside ya baby
Now it's the new sheriff in town, down and dirty
Tryin to get this chick to serve me, ya heard me?
Ride it

CHORUS:(X4)

Mia X:
Got your saddle on, now baby I'm a getty up
First I rock steady get it wetter then I buck
Having you screamin my name, (Mama Mia) sugar walls top rankin
Keep a nigga peelin off the frequency be bankin, ah
Let her take a spankin when I ride it back, was fake you out
Playa roll when you ain't shit like an actor
Mac the, wieldest niggas mama tie em down
Silkk scarfs, hand cuffs, ghetto rodeo style now
I can ride for miles, so daddy can you keep up
Gaurenteed to knock that ass out like you been beat up
Heat up, hotter than July, cause big girls don't cry
We take it all stride out, slides up and down
Bounces all around, works it twerks it
Buy Miss Pussy crown, I wears it
I swears it's gonna (for real) be a cold day in hell no doubt
To ever say you want me out at the rodeo(uunhh)

CHORUS:(x4)

Silkk and Big Ed:
Where the cowgirls at where they at
The Bay Richmond
Where the cowgirls at where they at
L.A. California
Where the cowgirls at where they at
New Orleans, Louisiana
Where the cowgirls at Where the cowgirls at where they at
Miami, Florida
Where the cowgirls at there they go
Atlanta, Georgia
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There they go
New York east-coast
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Chicago, Illinos
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Cleveland, Ohio
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Houston, texas
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Jackson, Mississippi
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North Mid-west Down-south West-coast
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