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[Fat Joe ft. Lil Wayne - Make It Rain Lyrics]

I need these lyrics!

Make it Rain

(feat. Lil' Wayne)

[Fat Joe:]

Owwwwwwwww Scotti let's make it rain on these niggas

[Chorus:]

Yeah I'm in this bitch with the terror

Got a handful of stacks

better grab an umbrella

I make it rain (I make it rain)

I'm in this bitch with the terror

got a handful of stacks

Better grab an umbrella

I make it rain (I make it rain)

I make it rain on them hoes, I make it rain (I make it rain)

I make it rain on them hoes, I make it rain (I make it rain)

I make it rain on them hoes, I make it rain (I make it rain)

I make it rain on them hoes

[Fat Joe:]

Cr-Cr-Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack

you hear the Echo, man I seen the best go, 'cause he ain't have that metal

I'm a Hustla's Hustla, A Pusher's Pusher

you a busta a custerma, I get you sum cooka

Yeah, Crack is a chemist, I pack a 11, I mack in a 7, I'll clap at your

reverend

I see you in NY, I'll send you an invite, you gon' need you a pass that's

the code that we live by.

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe:]

OWWWW, Clap, Clap, Clap, Gotta make that ass

Clap, Gotta make that ass,

Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Gotta make that ass

Clap, Gotta make that ass

Clap

Now why's everybody so mad at the south for?

Change your style up.. switch 2 southpaw

Jada I was listening (listening), so I made him a anthem 2 make some

divendens

Lil mama try 2 hit me with the Shoulder Lean, This Cootco Crack and I

control the team

Couple bricks stacked up on that triple beam, my dirty bro' sipping that

promethazeen

That Gonja Green that Cali Weed, a nigga lose his life try roll on me

Now, yup, yup we get it, no advanced about it

And the rain keep falling even when it's draughted

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe:]

Owwwww mami's body is banging, man, she got it, man, she does it all

She gets it popping with no hands, I'll make it pour

I'll make it rain on 'em I'll lay a game to 'em

I'm gassing misses to tattoo my name on 'em

Gotta get that baby love, gotta get my paper up

Gotta suspect me, exactly test this crack and want a ring on us

And you know what it is, yo, it's them powder kids

And we know how 2 bizz, so we don't give a shit.

[Chorus]

lyrics]

[UGK - Game Belong To Me Lyrics / MP3]

I need these lyrics!!!

Here you go!

The Game Belongs To Me

[Chorus x2: Pimp C]

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

[Pimp C:]

I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone

They call me Mick Jagger 'cause I "roll a lot of stones"

It's a whole lot of clones but only one Sweet Jones

Turnin whores to carnivores, they just can't leave my meat alone

It's been a long time since I busted on a glock

but every corner that I hit, I left it screwed up and chopped (chopped)

Marooned up and dropped, like my Biarritz on top

Let the motherfucker bleed until it drip and let it drop

I'm still that young boy that had a pocket full of stones

but now I'm sick and simply rich, grippin wood and flippin chrome

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

[Chorus]

[bun B:]

Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush on (what is that?)

Lay down the competition, take their cash crops, and get my push on (huh)

Moved up to Bentley with more chrome from a Lexus key (key)

All because we cornered the market on that Texas tee (tee)

And we don't bar no plexes, we way bigger than other men though (men though)

The diamond deuces on tinted windows, we in the wind yo (wind yo)

We "Chevro way" the wind blow (wind blow), that's the corner we been Joe

(been Joe)

Don't know where you been bro, but it's no quiz to me, you win though

When it's ten fo', good to go, but in my Styrofoam good and muddy

We block bleeders (what?), leavin your neighborhoods good and bloody

We grippin that woodler, bud it (damn), sit back and scope it (huh)

Pay attention to Prince and pushin everything about to pump it

[Chorus]

[Pimp C:]

Uh! I done smashed up my flyin spurt, it wasn't shit

I just parked it in the grass and brought some brand new shit

A Phantom Rolls Royce, 24's with the bump

I ain't trippin about the seat, I got them woofers in my trunk

Cut in my swisher, codeine on my whiskers

Fuckin with that Smoke D, Bundy, and that Vicious

UGK Records, it's an institution

Know a lot of niggaz livin off of prostitution

Pimpin ain't dead, it just moved to the web

Bitch ain't gotta hit the track, ain't gotta give no tricks no head

Ain't got to give no tricks no pussy, just cameras and screams

Easiest money you can get, it's the American Dream bitch!

[bun B:]

Man I'm a middle finger figure (figure), a million dollar mission

Poppin like Orville Redenbacher (bacher), with a whippin in the kitchen

(kitchen)

Yayo like Dontrelle Willis (what?), we the trillest

On the mound, I'm holdin that whole South down, I know you feel us

We the realest walkin the planet, can't stand it

Pass away, wanna fight us

Start to swingin, wanna kill us

Blast away, wanna stab us

Get to stickin but make sure you cut us deep

'Cause I betcha we comin back a couple hundred brothers deep (oh!)

Pimp and Bun, we run the streets, which streets? Man, pick your hood

Don't matter, we represented, cross us? (yeah) We gon' get you good

Them Down South veterans (huh), ain't nobody better than

gonna tell your next of kin or your brethren, let us in cousin

[Chorus]

Game belongs to me

[Whats up?]

I like the design of beatking. good work!

[Lil Boosie ft. Yung Joc - Zoom Lyrics / MP3]

Lil Boosie Zoom

(feat. Yung Joc)

[talkin intro]

Lil Boosie bad ass

Yung Joc we got a hit lets go baby

[Chorus]

EveryBody like

Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom

(Zoom) They on them dubs like (zoom)

Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom

[Lil Bossie]

I'm Boosie Bad Ass

and i'll zoom right by you

760 parna Crispy Cream on the tire

smoke that fire

purple cush by the pound

ask my dog Webbie

this is how it goes down

from my hood to yo hood

man we making money

in the club we poppin bottles

the room we hitting models

rollin throught the bottem

all the kids hollin 'Boosie'

this life a nigga livin

like im staring in a movie

fresh out the jacozzi

a little powder on my chest

got thirth on my neck

turkey mell just cut ya check

now im zoomin in my Charger

on them 24's

got a thing about BigHead and Pimp

so slow ya roll

ice cold from my neck to my wrist

we gettin paid

on my feet i got them J's

play with me i got them things

red Gucci shades

me and Jok gettin paid

now the whole United stated

takin pictures all day

[Hook]

Fresh pair of J's

I hit the club stuntin

With a Fresh pair of shades

Makin that money

EveryBody gettin paid

And everything lovely

And im doing my thing

My thing

My thing

[Chorus]

EveryBody like

Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom

(Zoom) We on them dubs like (zoom)

Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom

We walk off in the club like

[Yung Joc]

See the way i hustle

They think im Rick Ross

As soon i fuckem

tell them hoes to get lost

a lot of niggas mad

they all pissed off

If a nigga think he bad

tell him 'Jump' like 'Chris Cross'

I pop a couple tag

what the wrist cost

all a nigga do is

slurg and trick

help break us off

this my nigga Bossie

he tell you what it is

face card good

cuz the face card trill

if you got a problem

i suggest you head home

you in the red zone

get ya head gone

dont hit me on the chirp

thats the fed phone

talkin bout the work

nigga you dead wrong

i keep them beams

for them hoes sell em dreams

no hoes on team

i like my clothes chrisp and clean

i like my doe chrisp and greem

64 on lean

that my nigga

get that work for them fens

[Hook]

Fresh pair of J's

I hit the club stuntin

With a Fresh pair of shades

Makin that money

EveryBody gettin paid

And everything lovely

And im doing my thing

My thing

My thing

[Chorus]

EveryBody like

Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom

(Zoom) we on them dubs like (zoom)

Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom

We walk off in the club like

[Lil Bossie]

I be zoomin in my drop top

mobbin through the city

fresh fad

fresh J's

with two bad bitches

one named Sara

one named Tina

together they make weather like Katrina

they a fool shawty

red she a ruff rider

she get on back on back of that motorbike

and all you see is back on that motorbike

i drive fast car

they call me Nascar

(ya feel me)

but im in love with that Hemi

get retared

in Farriers

i get loose in the coup

paranoid like Pac

so i keep that glock

when i Zoom Zoom

man after that

lets get a room room

(i'm VIP)

i need a Dime Piece

a fine brezzy

get on back

you can ride on the bike

or in the 'Lac

(hum broad)

now we got everybody zoomin

the lil kids zoomin

look like you got a hit Boosie (yeah)

[Hook]

Fresh pair of J's

I hit the club stuntin

With a Fresh pair of shades

Makin that money

EveryBody gettin paid

And everything lovely

And im doing my thing

My thing

My thing

[Chorus]

EveryBody like

Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom

(Zoom) we on them dubs like (zoom)

Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom

We walk off in the club like

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH (yeah)

We in here (we in here)

Get off the peddle like

Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom

(Zoom) And all my gurlz like (zoom)

Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom

(Zoom) And all my thugs like (zoom)

Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom

Look at it

Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom

[Paul Wall ft. Lil Keke - Break 'Em Off Lyrics / MP3]

lyrics for Break Em off

Break Em' Off

(feat. Lil Keke)

I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab

I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em

I'mma break 'em off real bad,

I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad

I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab

I'mma break 'em

I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em

I'mma break 'em off real bad,

I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad

I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab

Now I gotta work ma wood grain wheel

Poppin' trunks, poppin' grillz, still poppin' seals

High up in the hill with ma mind on millz

Piece of chain swangin', bank roll, shiny grill

Baby, I got million dollar dreams, with ma mind on cream

I'm in that mean green machine clean on 19s

Flat screens in the headrest, swangin' like a swang set

Brandy wine, paint wet, comin' down tha's a fact

I'm in the 'lac chasin' broads like a lesbian

Full of that Kush flower, I'm breakin' off pedestrians

Higher than the street lights, floatin' like a parachute

Buzzin' like a bumblebee, mustard green Bentley coupe

Young gangsta, Mac game, sharper than a thumbtack

Breakin' 'em off, makin' all the boppers attract

Then they watch me, I'm rocked up fully loaded and slabbin'

Tryin' to hit it and quit it

Walk off like BIG Poppi then break 'em off

I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em

I'mma break 'em off real bad,

I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad

I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab

I'mma break 'em

I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em

I'mma break 'em off real bad,

I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad

I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab

Aye, aye

I pull up like this, untouchable white wrist

I'm hotter than warm piss, berry grape Sunkist

The truck gold mist five 50 slow buddy

Bentley continental with the mink floors dummy

Paul Wall money, dat's expensive taste

And 'em frilly ass fools we send 'em to myspace

I'mma break 'em off until the backbones broken

Stainless steel drop phantom, leave the top open

Shit done hit the fan, better cover your nose

And the Kush done start burnin', better cover your clothes (that's right)

Concrete crumblin', glass shootin' lazers

Crawlin' and cuttin' up on 24 razors

I'mma show 'em how to make the slab look phenomenal

Chasin' paper in the mornin', call me Houston Chronicle

Hold on then u buckle up the seat belt

Swisha House, Young Don, capital TF

I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em

I'mma break 'em off real bad,

I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad

I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab

I'mma break 'em

I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em

I'mma break 'em off real bad,

I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad

I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab

Already

Higher than the satellite, crawlin' like a baby

Maneuverin' thru the traffic like I'm Tracy McGrady

Still choppin' on 'em buttons, I'm struttin' and lookin' fresh

Switch hittin' like Berkman, this is ballin' at its best

In dat minute maid droppa', with retractable roof

Finer than wood, wavin' the hood, student loans on the two

The fifth wheel on the ground, and the trunk in the air

Paul Wall, baby I'm the definition of playa

Ma skillz is so ill when workin' the wood wheel

Tippin' 4s like a waiter, beware of the o'erseer

Wide screen mind frame, panoramic pimpin'

I'm sippin' on dat Osama, baby leanin' like I'm limpin'

In dat 2 seater feeder, it's me and a senorita

3 ounces up in the liter, and it's ten up in the heater

Mackin' a mamacita

Runnin' game like a cheetah

I'm knockin' 'em out the park

Similar to Derek Jeter (Break 'em off)

I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em

I'mma break 'em off real bad,

I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad

I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab

I'mma break 'em

I'mma break 'em off real bad, I'mma break 'em

I'mma break 'em off real bad,

I'mma break 'em , I'mma break 'em off real bad

I'mma show'em pourin up a duece and ridin slab