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15 CENT - Make My Day
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Album: Numba One Hustla
they call me 15 a dime & a nickel but whats on my neck its colder than a
icecycle easy as 123 but its also betta syin my abcs but what do u think about me a p.i.m.p. or a h.u.s.t.l.a. representin tha p but many peeps aint got no tme for me
I'm tryna see the president dead (presidents dead?), that's what I said
But not the one in the white house man, the one with the green presidents head
Blue or red I'm still ridin', ladies be tellin' me that I'm sexcist
And I guess it's, cuz I always love the money over dresses
Always been about them horizontal lines through them S's
That's a dollar sign, Impala flyin' watch how she undresses
Don't matter, if she black or white, dark or bright, she ain't actin' right
I'ma take that pretty braud out to eat, and then leave her there with a appetite
Niggaz tell me they look up to me, and I know what y'all mean cuz I'm balling with tall green stacks taller then Yao Ming
All King, Koopa the Don, cruise with a gun
If being rich was a contest, a million you would've won
I know, but watch the jealousy cuz ya still a get trampled
If you got whipped in the past then ya still a example
Treatin' niggaz like Swishahouse flows, nigga what?
Soon as he start talkin' slow we gon' chop that boy up I'm on top of my game
[v1]
Droppin' the flame
My name, got me dodgin' the fame
Watchin' the dames, surround us, when we poppin' champagne
Coppin' the range, plus thems got it dropped on them thangs
Flossin's a shame, i'm countin' thousands, doin' some poutin'
Then I'm throwin I-owa, back-stage, girls are shoutin'
Haters hate, but it alright, if its a race then we won
Took some yearrs, to get herre, now Mama, look atcha' son
Blastin' em witout a gun, just a mic and some beat
No mo' eatin' where its cheap, ad-just-in' to fine meat
Women lookin' like, " that's him", like they seen the pope
Wallet full of crispy bills, now I'm never goin' broke
Cuz I'm...Gangsta as a Cadillac DeVille wit fo's
This for all my thundercats that feel my flow
To slang weight, my young guns will steal ya o's
Catch a bellin down Lukerson & Hunt de-real a ho
In ya top piece, suburb mart, ya not street
I know fools from Wilson that'll whack ya, ya got beef
Used to go to Skate King back when bangin was in
And if the fiends aint have 20, we would slang it for 10
Drankin' the gin, posted on the corners at night
Sparkin pound while my homies in the street, slapped right
Ride bikes, patrolin' the hood, keepin' out cops
Regals and drops, reppin' cuz beak in my block
Wild like rocks, my mentality got from my pops
And saints, bustin back in '90 hope you got from the shots
Put it down for the town and I gang wit us
St. Louis did it derty, throw yo hood up did you know we from Southside
Bad limp, fo' 5's on the hip
[v2]
Don't know why I'm known to slip when I get high
One time but no more, won't sleep until the mornin'
Somebody need to take the trash out and I'ma do the chores
Softer than a cactus, put it on like actors
Hustle in the shadows on the bricks and they couldn't catch us
Gat still tucked, in my waist by my price time
Cuz my chain hang so low my tongue bang wit my pipe line
Walk around, all day wit this beam like it's night time
You can see em a mile away, but it'll touch ya from blind side
Flipped it, first to finsih to the car, that's a nice ride
Dig it, they spin they puchase round here they get kite high
Deal it, it's my description, my picture, my composure plot
This is how I get through 2 d's, niggaz!
My side we ride my crew's, iller, iller!Yea, you know I see you in the spot just walking around solo
Girl you the ice the Louis Vuitton logo
Seems you need a man that'll spin you around
Turn you inside out and unpside down
Bet you never had it like that before
We can take it real slow or your back can blow
It's what whatever, whenever
You make the choice
And imma call you Ducan Hynes just keep it moist
[v3[
baby boy in the clicks say she sweat,
i got the foce ones with the glitter on the check
and when i think about it my hobbie is straight sex
like jumpin out the pool the panties they straight wet
the south tight like the spandex on peter pan
flossin in cars that cost a hundred grand
got them big guns that'll make ya say DAMN!
blue stars in the south run this shit man. yea a yea a yea....yo when i was knockin on the door they wouldnt let me in
so i kicked it in like a grown man with some timberlands
now im a hungry pit foamin and we dubbed the cone man,
yall ridin on 2 ohhh, we ridin with grown men.
cause i get the chrome man hatas get gone the
chickens commin home we get tipsy off that O and Gin
paint a picture, this the new south
playboy, you know what im talkin about...hakonamatada, whodamasiah
17 years im finda retire...RICH!(RICH) .Droptop riding on chrome
Got the car that came with the phone
Got the girl that came with the dome
Now behind the wheel I'm a drone
See me speed up like vrooome
I let the putt putt pass put my foot on the gas
Then vroom vroom I'm gone
hey this is young k from paducah,kentucky Can some body get the real bread up in tis piece
[v4]
Let's ride that out...(yeah)
stop that talk outside ya mouth...(uh huh)
I put guys outside ya house...(yeah come on)
we the hottest in the south...(LETS GO)
Bad Boy, Dip Set...(Bad Boy baby, Dip Set HARLEM)
baby girl get ya lips wet...(come on)
maybach like that chauffeur...
money aint too far from Oprah...(come on man)
you shouldve seen what I pay my chauffeur...
Its enough to buy you a rolster...(thats right YEAH)
this toaster in this holster...(yeah)
take you on a roller coaster...(uh huh)
you aint poppin' like Diddy baby...(yea uh huh)
I'm rockin' wit Diddy baby...(yea uh huh)
the drops is terrific kid...(yea uh huh yea)
???????
[v5]
Pop the seal, pour the deuce.
mix wit Sprite maybe juice.
prepare to lean off that codeine.
prescription cough syrup gets me loose.
white cup that's fill off that oil.
Texas tea we call it "drank" sittin' sidewayz on them fours.
slab drippin' wet candy paint.
Who's the man? Whos the G?...
Houston, Texas and 7-1-3.
I'm on the block that we call Southlee.(5-9)
sippin' oil wit the thugs and Gs.(FIVE NINE)
Paul Wall what you know bout me?...(PAUL WALL)
I'm on the grind I'm stayin' links.(DIP SET)
when I mix that sprite wit that syrup, I'll show yall niggas how to make
sprite remix
Yall know the deal...(yeah)
long john shirt dont show the steel...(in the club)
ski mask when we goin' to kill...(watch em')
we blastin' and you know that we real...(BOOM!!!)
wheel mash in this Oldsmobile...(uh huh)
ride on ya block slow as hell...(there they go)
look for you fucks unload the shells...(I see you)
a nigga get caught then we post bail...(SQUALAY)
eastside to the homies in jail...(southside)
no how it be that lonely ass cell...
when the turf we cook that sale...
you cookin' it up then goin' to hell...
wit a bitch wit a purse she holdin' the scale...
God I'm "Soul For Real" (uh huh) move the "Candy Rain".(wooooo!!!)
to get that candy paint.
move that pretty Range Rover ???
I was up in the club vibin'... sippin' on Sizzurp vibin'...(Jha-Jha)
gettin' up all close to my man slow whinin' to the jam these girls gonna start wildin'...
they gots to start trippin'...(why)
they gots the crowd listenin'...(uh-huh)
you know the type that wanna fight when they get a lil' light them chicks just need attention...(girl fight lets go)
they playin' Get From Round Me... (pull a bitch hair)
Im sayin' get from round me...(yeah)
they spill that drink on my brand new mink imma spray that bitch this round...(smack the shit out you)
buck if you want too...
I'm the type that will give you what you want boo...(yeah)
yall chicks aint step to me...
I'm worth a bunch of Gs...
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I had to fade 'm into black
Hit 'm with the crossover made 'm jump back
And before all that
I used to make 'm pump crack
Ridin'shotgun in the ?? slum back
Max leave the streets, please the don't want that
They need me in the shit
The .40 cals is mine, the nina's we could split
Cock back, squeeze off, started feedin 'm with the 5th
And u couldn't really hide, cause i seen that nigga trip
U ain't seen a nigga flip
Untill they bank 50 g's and u feed a nigga shrimps
39, 40 and u feed a nigga strips
Beat the nigga bitch,
Till she bleedin from the lips...yeah
Got me speedin in the six
Drunk off the hen, breezin in the mist
Chicks believin in the dick, dick
Feenin'for a sniff
Got me needin for a spliff
Ain't a thing funny, when u fucking with this money
I'ma lean u off a cliff.....g's up I can't keep it low anymore
I be with my girl winter when it starts to snow and get bored
when you love three women it's hard keeping up with lies
see spring's my first love I started creeping with July
use to say I had some shows
catching planes to M-I
then I started tricking dough and bought a Range for July
mama said I'm love sick over this hot ass hoochie
first seen her when I told Nas I'd slap off his scoofie
We don't play disrespect but that was the day that we met
summer jam 02' I hit the stage with my set
now her man he was from Brooklyn she still slipped me the number
she said he's on vacation she get with me this summer
now I been flirting with her for bout the past two years
so now she hates seeing me in winter ain't goin' last through the years
now I'm looking at winter like life's an adventure
and when June comes I'll be gone til September
now would you hate me for that
I know your heart's cold could you wait til I'm back
I'm just a sucker for love
but a nigga'll hold you down if you wanna fuck with a thug
I'm lookin fa mrs.bubble
im mr. chico stic
I wanna (dun dunt dun)[oh]
Cuz you so thick
Gurlz call me Jolly Rancher
Cuz i stay so hard
you can suck me for a long time
[oh my god!]
gurl this aint no dance flo
Dis a candy sto
And im really geeked up
And i got mo dro
I walk I roll
Its soft i know
Its da summer time
but yo laffy taffy got me froze[oh]
get loose[oh]
get low[oh]
Dont be shy
I'm faybo [oh]
I kno you wanna ride
you a star and it shows
[what happenin now whats up whats up lets go lets go lets go]
Cum on trick cum on trick
Here go Mr. chocolate
I like da way you break it down
Waddle, stop you watchin me
Laffy taffy i'm likin dis
Big ol a** you shakin b****
close yo mouth and dont say s***
bend on ova and hit a split
work dat pole and work it well
stacks on deck, yo ankles swell
gurl let me touch ya
i will neva tell
security gaurd dont scare nobody
damn right i touched dat h**
all da money just hit da flo
D4L im ready to go
h** cant even shake no mo
dey tired out
lets ride out
b**** you wanna go
den she can go
she get in my car
i aint playin no mo
start movin on my Faybo
b**** she probably already kno
let me see dat laffy taffy
(dun dun dunt)
say baby gurl
a wat u gon do
i got a hundred 1s
i wanna po on you
just keep dat a** shakin
and i keep tippin you
while i sit back lik a playa
and sippin grey goose
feelin all loose
cuz gurl you on yo job
you got my d*** hard
da way you touch dem toez
workin dem micros
on da stilletos
you made it skeet skeet skeet
lik a water hoez[candy gurl]
got me goin in my pocket
pullin out mo dough
let da waitress kno i need to order
five hundred mo
you besta believe lata on we headed 2 da mo
so gone and pack dem bags
and lets mothaf***in go
im waitin on yo fine a**
at da front doe
gurl you don kno
ima toss da laffy taffy
toss it flip it and slap it
bust a couple of nuts
and get right back at it
I'm lookin' for Mrs. Bubble Gum
I'm Mr. Chik-O-Stick
I wanna (dun dun dunt)(oh)
Cause you so thick
Girls call me Jolly Rancher
Cause I stay so hard
You can suck me for a long time
(Oh my God!)
Girl this ain't no dance flo'
This a candy sto'
And I'm really geeked up
And I got mo' dro'
I wop? I roll
It's all I do
It's the summer time
But yo laffy taffy got me cold (oh)
Gone get loose (oh)
Gone get low (oh)
Don't be shy
Hoe I'm Faybo (oh)
I know you wanna ride
You a star and it shows
(well tell 'em, damn whassup, whassup let's go, let's go, let's go)
Mr. Chocolate Chocolate lookin for who choppin it
Shake yo laffy taffy and I like the way she droppin it
Big ol ass I see ya ho
Put her in a video xxx flick and we filmed it at the studio
Aww shit there she go, dancin nasty on the flo'
Po' the Grey Goose bottle right up in her booty hole
Ain't neva seen that before look at how she doin it
Leep the camera rollin because she about to start chewin I run the candy store
And I got mo sugah than Trick and Cee-Lo
If ya got a sweet tooth girl I got ya flavor
You can have it yo way either Now or Later
My chico stick is a real Lifesaver
And I feed 'em Lil' Debbies cause I ain't gone cake 'em
It's Lo, Fabo bust a move then stunt
When I came up in the club and you know what weSay baby girl
Ay what you gon' do
I got a hundred ones
I wanna po' on you
Just keep that ass shakin'
And I keep tippin' you
While I sit back like a playa
And sip that grey goose
Feelin' all loose
Cause girl you on yo job
You got my dick hard
The way you touch them toes
Workin' them micros
On the stilletos
You made it skeet skeet skeet
Like a water hose (candy girl)
Got me goin' in my pocket pullin' out mo' dough
Let the waitress know I need to order, five hundred mo'
You best believe later on we headed to the mo'
So gone and pack them bags
And let's motherfuckin' go
I'm waitin' on yo fine ass
At the front do'
Girl, you don't know
I'ma toss the laffy taffy
Toss it, flip it, and slap it
Bust a couple of nuts
And get right back at it
Shawty you can get up in my whip and you can bring a couple of ya friends
Make sure their waist small with a bubble big ol ass
Where they need a lil help just to get in my bed I want you to hold me
While I'm kissin ova ya body slowly
Give it to you like a O.G.
Where they can spread it wide open and suck on my Lemonhead
Now spread that ass a lil bit more let me get up in the coochie hole
Now how many licks does it take to get up in the center of my Tootsie Roll
Now tell me mami I'm a watch now do ya lil low drop
Come and do it again Charleston Chew up on my Blow Pop
I love 'em thick and stallion and stat niggaz know the answer
Horseback bowlegged bitches like a Jolly Rancher
Said chick come talk to a nigga real quick
Get in my phantom backseat let me give you that Chico Stick
The way I give it to her shorty know that I'm a make it cream
While she be playin with my balls or Boston Baked Beans now
Baby bounce dat ass and shake it all around until it slap me
And show you with a thousand singles shake yo laffy taffy
Nope stopped and walked in the door with a box of blunts
And an answer of da dro wit a bag of dem sprees and you
Know i'm spendin like whoa i knock a hata to the flo ask
Carlos ask fabull ask lamar and mo b and Frank ske they
Already know nope i ain't really playin wit dem crows ak
Start sprayin i ain't layin wit em tho i can't em in da hood
And hit em wit a fo do my dance on em whoa
that little momma is known around the world
shake that ass if u a nasty girl
back that ass up says juvenile
show a nigga some tities like girls gone wild
tear off this clip of clothes, i wanna see u in the nude
you can keep on your high heel shoes
so follow me down to yellow brick road
where niggas go to see naked hoes
shake that shit bitch
and be off in the club with a hard ass dick
then drop like this bitch
if you wanna make the money shawty work that shit
put a hump in your back
and lick it raw
to a 3 point stance
but u mess up yo ass
you must be on that kanye work out plan
like head shoulder knees hoes
[v6]
take em out in cruise
take em out all dressed
is the realest true niggas in the ATL
yeah we break it down betta shake a booty hoe
and them hoes and the girl with the real tight clothe
one time for the gang with the ying yang twins
we already know we off the reel
dont tolerate that talkin
bitch u can make the walkin
patrollers is where im groaking
the only way that we are talkin
if your breath smells like mine
girl dont give a fuck cause u fine
i miss em fo i kiss em
i pack em fo i stack em
so while we in the club betta get these girls
cause on the streets there aint no action
Thanks to 15 Cent for these lyrics
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