...Snap Yo Fingers! (feat. E-40 & Sean Paul) [Intro:] What's happenin'? Dis ya boy Lil Jon! BME Clik What's up 40? What's happenin'? What's up Sean Paul? What's happenin'? Hey! Now ladies and gentlemen it's about dat time To turn this thang on out Now let me see everybody do this Hey! Let's go!
[Hook: x2] Snap ya fingers! Do ya step! You can do it all by yo self! Let me see you do it! Ay! Let me see you do it! Ay!
[Lil Jon:] Snap ya fingers and then rock wit it Do it, do it, do it, do it, gon drop wit it Do a step wit it, put ya hips wit it All my ladies let me see ya put a twist wit it You can't do like me, I'm by myself I do it so good, I don't need nobody else What's happenin', what's up Got da purk fired up What's happenin', what's up Got Patrone in my cup I pop, I drank I'm on Patrone and purp, I can't thank I'm blowed, to tha do' don't know how tha hell I'm gettin home!...
...[Sean Paul:] Chillin' in tha bip, yeah we get crunk Niggas poppin' bottles and these bitches gettin' drunk Rollin' up tha kush, put it in tha air I'm throwin' up tha E's to let em' know we in here Brand new shoes, brand new tool Pull out tha ol school, cuz I'm feelin' real cool Yeah I'm from tha 'A', so I'm leanin' and rockin' Snappin' my fingers, then reachin' for my glock BITCH! Reppin' my block BITCH!, straight from tha deck When you snap ya fingers shawty, gotta jerk ya neck Smokin' on tha best, we don't fuck wit dat mess I bet you can't do it, do it, do it like this Yeah I'm back to tha track, back to tha snap 1, 2 step, then you gotta lean back Dis is how we do it in tha 'A town' (and if you ain't know) this how it go down!!!
[E-40:] Straight from da bay, posted in tha 'A' Bout to hit tha club, we been mobbin' all day Drinkin' on Rossi, dyin' off Patrone VIP style, strapped wit my chrome Look around tha club, what do I see Everybody rockin' from side to side to tha beat Snappin' they fingers, bouncin' to tha groove All by they self, that's tha new move Nigga where I'm from, we like to go dumb I'm soakin' up tha game, I'm seein' how its done I ask shawty what they call it, she said tha Pool Palace Staright from Bankhead, I said you good at it Do what cha do, you and ya crew They even got playa's and thugs doin' it too The mo' that I drank, tha more it's lookin' smooth It's nuthin to a boss, I can do tha shit too
Soulja Boy off in this oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy Then Superman dat oh
Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch
Soulja Boy off in this oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy Then Superman dat oh
Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch
Soulja Boy off in this oh Watch me lean then watch me rock Super Man dat oh Yeah watch me crank dat Robocop
Super Fresh, now watch me jock Jocking on them haterz man When I do dat Soulja Boy I lean to the left and crank dat thing Now you
I'm jocking on you, I'm jockin' on you And if we get the fightin' Then I'm cocking on you, then I'm cockin' on you You catch me at yo local party Yes I crank it everyday Haterz get mad cuz I got me some Bathin' Apes
Soulja Boy off in this oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy Then Superman dat oh
Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch
Soulja Boy off in this oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy Then Superman dat oh
Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch
I'm bouncin' on my toe Watch me super soak dat oh I'ma pass it to Arab And he's gon' crank it up fo' sho'
Haterz wanna be me Soulja Boy, I'm the man They be lookin' at my neck Sayin' it's the Rubberband Man, man Watch me do it, watch me do it Dance, dance Let get to it, let get to it
The Game] Punk-ass motherfucker, checkin shit What you was gon' do, kill me in my sleep you bitch-ass nigga? {*dogs still barking*} Tupac, Biggie, shut the fuck up! Them fuckin dogs, barkin and shit (don't shoot, don't shoot) {*gun cocks, BLAM*} Fuck you nigga
[Lil Wayne] And I'm grindin until I'm tired Cause they said you ain't grindin until you tired So I'm grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find A way through the day, a life for the night Dear Lord you done took so many of my people I'm just wonderin why you haven't taken my life (my life, my life) Like what the hell am I doin right? (doin right) My life (my life, my life)
[The Game] + (Lil Wayne) Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain Suicide, I'm from a +Windy City+, like Do or Die From a block close to where Biggie was crucified That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fuckin reason And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces (my life, my life) Cause that's Jesus people, and Game, he's the equal Hated on some much +Passion+ that Christ need a sequel Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella need a Sigel Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (my life, my life) I need some meditation, so I can lead my people They askin why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles? And why every hood nigga feed off evil? Answer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle
[The Game] + (Lil Wayne) We are not the same, I am a Martian So approach my Phantom doors with caution You see them 24's spinnin? I earned 'em And all the pictures of me and Em, I burned 'em So it ain't no proof, that I ever walked through 8 Mile And since it ain't no Proof, I'll never walk through 8 Mile Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (my life, my life) Damn, I know his momma proud And since you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can share my momma now And like M.J.B., +No More Drama+ now Livin the +Good Life+, me and Common on common ground I spit crack, and niggaz could drop it out of town Got a Cris', call my estate, I'm never out of bounds My life used to be empty like a glock without a round Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds
[The Game] + (Lil Wayne) Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin chronic blunts Listenin to the Chronic album, play it backwards Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for target practice My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge {Compton, Compton} Made my grandmother pray for good It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could (my life, my life) Ain't no bars, but niggaz can't escape the hood It took so many of my niggaz, that I should hate the hood
...Eminem: Lately, I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everyone has their private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me Are you trying to get through Are you reaching out for me I'm reaching out for you
I'm just so fuckin' depressed I just can't seem to get out this slump If I could just get over this hump But I need something to pull me out this dump I took my bruises, took my lumps Fell down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up In order for me to pick the mic back up I don't know how or why or when I ended up in this position I'm in I'm startin' to feel distant again So I decided just to pick this pen up and try to make an attempt to vent But I just can't admit or come to grips That I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet And I know some shit, so hard to swallow But I just can't sit back and wallow in my own sorrow But I know one fact, I'll be one tough act to follow One tough act to follow I'll be one tough act to follow Here today, gone tomorrow But you'd have to walk a thousand miles
In my shoes, just to see, what it's like to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to feel your pain You feel mine, go inside each others' minds Just to see what we'd find, look at shit through each others eyes But don't let them say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you But don't let them say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
I think I'm startin' to lose my sense of humor Every thing's so tense and gloom I almost feel like I got to check the temperature of the room Just as soon as I walk in, it's like all eyes on me So I try to avoid any eye contact 'Cause if I do that, then it opens the door for conversation, like I want that I'm not looking for extra attention I want to be just like you Blend in with the rest of the room Maybe just point me to the closest restroom I don't need no fuckin' man servant, tryin' a follow me around and wipe my ass And laugh at every single joke I crack and half of them ain't even funny like "Ahh, Marshall you're so funny, man, you should be a comedian, god damn" Unfortunately I am, I just hide behind the tears of a clown So why don't you all sit down, listen to the tale I'm about to tell Hell, we ain't gotta trade our shoes, and you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles
In my shoes, just to see, what it's like to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to feel your pain You feel mine, go inside each others' minds Just to see what we'd find Look at shit through each others eyes But don't let them say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you But don't let them say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
Nobody asked for life to deal us what these bullshit hands were dealt We gotta take these cards ourselves, and flip them, don't expect no help Now I could of either, just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned Or take this situation in which I'm placed, and get up and get my own I was never the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags Or sat on the porch and hoped and pray for a dad to show up who never did I just wanted to fit in, in every single place, every school I went I dreamed of being that cool kid, even if it meant actin' stupid And Aunt Edna was told me, keep makin' that face, it'll get stuck like that Meanwhile, I'm just standin' there holdin' my tongue tryin' a talk like "thissss" 'Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at 8 years old I learned my lesson then, 'cause I wasn't tryin' to impress my friends no more But I already told you my whole life story, not just based on my description 'Cause where you see it, from where you're sittin', it's probably 110 percent different I guess we would have to walk a mile in each others shoes at least What size you wear, I wear 10s, let's see if you could fit your feet
In my shoes, just to see, what it's like to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to feel your pain You feel mine, go inside each others minds Just to see what we'd find Look at shit through each others' eyes But don't let them say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you But don't let them say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everyone has their private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me Are you trying to get through Are you reaching out for me I'm reaching out for you
Yeah, to my babies, stay strong, Dad will be home soon And to the rest of the world, God gave you them shoes To fit you, so put them on and wear 'em Be yourself, man, be proud of who you are Even if it sounds corny Don't ever let anyone tell you, you ain't beautiful
...Chamillionaire: You so bad that we getting mad, somebody that they wish they had You're a dime and you know you mine, flipping with you right in my slab Relationship ain't the same, as the others back in the past See I tried to have someone like you, but didn't add up to half Cruising it with my queen, the jewels the wrist and the bling We moving and hit the scene, the movie the flick a dream Painting the city green, like green is the coolest thing You're oozing up in the jeans, we doing it as a team I hopped in a different slab, that ain't got the easy take But you looking so good to them, that they told me tell me pass Never told me slow it down, the rims keep on moving fast When I'm driving I almost crash, when I stare at your sexy ass The longer we stay together, your appearance is looking better Not better off with the fellas, you gonna be mine forever They always loving the yella's, that's why I nicknamed you Cheddar But they'd better not touch ya, or better see my baretta You'll never leave by my side, even though they all try to take ya Never turning on me, even though they all try to make ya As long as you by my side, there's nothing I couldn't pay for We'll make up and never break up, I stay in love with you paper
He introduced her to his mother, his mother said that she love her And after that he discovered, his brother done tried to cut her They messing with one another, saw her under the covers And now he gotta show his brother, the meaning of keep it gutter And all I know is I love her, I mean he loves her Tried to control his temper, as he leaned in and hugged her Just enough to get close to her, he screamed as he shoved her Out of the exit heard his brother scream, you's a buster Don't touch her, what you better slow your roll quick Naw matter fact back up, right now before I click-click What's this, told you to stop playing with me boy Hurry up girl let's go, you bring me trouble She's falling to the floor, he picked her up and he's grabbing her Yelling out like he's mad at her, sounding like he's an animal Pulling and grabbing her, now he already damaged her He throws her in the trunk, and the talks to her like a passenger And that's when uh, he hearing the tires peel He's speeding out of the driveway, approaching the highest hill Everytime that you called me, I came like I served you Even the boss I use to work for, had the nerve to Tell me I wasn't good enough, and didn't deserve you Told me I wasn't good enough, and didn't deserve you I fought to keep you in my life, and this the thanks I get Well thanks for all the good memories, I think I'm sick
CHAM: I'm lookin in my rearview And I can see a clearer view of you This is the remix... I see you waitin, I know you hatin...
[Chorus - Akon] I see them watchin, they waitin For an opportunity to ride up on me Hopin they don't roll up on me Cause today I'm ridin dirty And if they stop me I might be goin to jail tonight
...50cent: Im amzing,im crazy the hood dun made me feel like my emotions are froze i stay "G'd Up",its tha things tha i dun seen and the shit ive been through that made my heart turn cold i stay "G'd Up",Im a gangsta ya find out fo sho if u eva step on my toes I stay "G'd Up", when im hanigin' out tha window wit that AK fillin ya punk ass wit holes
...Snap Yo Fingers! (feat. E-40 & Sean Paul)
[Intro:]
What's happenin'? Dis ya boy Lil Jon! BME Clik
What's up 40? What's happenin'?
What's up Sean Paul? What's happenin'?
Hey! Now ladies and gentlemen it's about dat time
To turn this thang on out
Now let me see everybody do this
Hey! Let's go!
[Hook: x2]
Snap ya fingers! Do ya step!
You can do it all by yo self!
Let me see you do it! Ay!
Let me see you do it! Ay!
[Lil Jon:]
Snap ya fingers and then rock wit it
Do it, do it, do it, do it, gon drop wit it
Do a step wit it, put ya hips wit it
All my ladies let me see ya put a twist wit it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin', what's up
Got da purk fired up
What's happenin', what's up
Got Patrone in my cup
I pop, I drank
I'm on Patrone and purp, I can't thank
I'm blowed, to tha do'
don't know how tha hell I'm gettin home!...
...[Sean Paul:]
Chillin' in tha bip, yeah we get crunk
Niggas poppin' bottles and these bitches gettin' drunk
Rollin' up tha kush, put it in tha air
I'm throwin' up tha E's to let em' know we in here
Brand new shoes, brand new tool
Pull out tha ol school, cuz I'm feelin' real cool
Yeah I'm from tha 'A', so I'm leanin' and rockin'
Snappin' my fingers, then reachin' for my glock BITCH!
Reppin' my block BITCH!, straight from tha deck
When you snap ya fingers shawty, gotta jerk ya neck
Smokin' on tha best, we don't fuck wit dat mess
I bet you can't do it, do it, do it like this
Yeah I'm back to tha track, back to tha snap
1, 2 step, then you gotta lean back
Dis is how we do it in tha 'A town'
(and if you ain't know) this how it go down!!!
[E-40:]
Straight from da bay, posted in tha 'A'
Bout to hit tha club, we been mobbin' all day
Drinkin' on Rossi, dyin' off Patrone
VIP style, strapped wit my chrome
Look around tha club, what do I see
Everybody rockin' from side to side to tha beat
Snappin' they fingers, bouncin' to tha groove
All by they self, that's tha new move
Nigga where I'm from, we like to go dumb
I'm soakin' up tha game, I'm seein' how its done
I ask shawty what they call it, she said tha Pool Palace
Staright from Bankhead, I said you good at it
Do what cha do, you and ya crew
They even got playa's and thugs doin' it too
The mo' that I drank, tha more it's lookin' smooth
It's nuthin to a boss, I can do tha shit too
Soulja Boy off in this oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy
Then Superman dat oh
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch
Soulja Boy off in this oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy
Then Superman dat oh
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch
Soulja Boy off in this oh
Watch me lean then watch me rock
Super Man dat oh
Yeah watch me crank dat Robocop
Super Fresh, now watch me jock
Jocking on them haterz man
When I do dat Soulja Boy
I lean to the left and crank dat thing
Now you
I'm jocking on you, I'm jockin' on you
And if we get the fightin'
Then I'm cocking on you, then I'm cockin' on you
You catch me at yo local party
Yes I crank it everyday
Haterz get mad cuz
I got me some Bathin' Apes
Soulja Boy off in this oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy
Then Superman dat oh
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch
Soulja Boy off in this oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy
Then Superman dat oh
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch
I'm bouncin' on my toe
Watch me super soak dat oh
I'ma pass it to Arab
And he's gon' crank it up fo' sho'
Haterz wanna be me
Soulja Boy, I'm the man
They be lookin' at my neck
Sayin' it's the Rubberband Man, man
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Dance, dance
Let get to it, let get to it
The Game]
Punk-ass motherfucker, checkin shit
What you was gon' do, kill me in my sleep you bitch-ass nigga?
{*dogs still barking*} Tupac, Biggie, shut the fuck up!
Them fuckin dogs, barkin and shit (don't shoot, don't shoot)
{*gun cocks, BLAM*} Fuck you nigga
[Lil Wayne]
And I'm grindin until I'm tired
Cause they said you ain't grindin until you tired
So I'm grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find
A way through the day, a life for the night
Dear Lord you done took so many of my people
I'm just wonderin why you haven't taken my life (my life, my life)
Like what the hell am I doin right? (doin right)
My life (my life, my life)
[The Game] + (Lil Wayne)
Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley
Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
Suicide, I'm from a +Windy City+, like Do or Die
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fuckin reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces (my life, my life)
Cause that's Jesus people, and Game, he's the equal
Hated on some much +Passion+ that Christ need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella need a Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (my life, my life)
I need some meditation, so I can lead my people
They askin why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle
[The Game] + (Lil Wayne)
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin? I earned 'em
And all the pictures of me and Em, I burned 'em
So it ain't no proof, that I ever walked through 8 Mile
And since it ain't no Proof, I'll never walk through 8 Mile
Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (my life, my life)
Damn, I know his momma proud
And since you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can share my momma now
And like M.J.B., +No More Drama+ now
Livin the +Good Life+, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack, and niggaz could drop it out of town
Got a Cris', call my estate, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds
[The Game] + (Lil Wayne)
Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin chronic blunts
Listenin to the Chronic album, play it backwards
Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
{Compton, Compton} Made my grandmother pray for good
It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could (my life, my life)
Ain't no bars, but niggaz can't escape the hood
It took so many of my niggaz, that I should hate the hood
...Eminem: Lately, I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everyone has their private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me
Are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me
I'm reaching out for you
I'm just so fuckin' depressed
I just can't seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
In order for me to pick the mic back up
I don't know how or why or when
I ended up in this position I'm in
I'm startin' to feel distant again
So I decided just to pick this pen up
and try to make an attempt to vent
But I just can't admit or come to grips
That I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet
And I know some shit, so hard to swallow
But I just can't sit back and wallow in my own sorrow
But I know one fact, I'll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow
I'll be one tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you'd have to walk a thousand miles
In my shoes, just to see, what it's like to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to feel your pain
You feel mine, go inside each others' minds
Just to see what we'd find, look at shit through each others eyes
But don't let them say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
But don't let them say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
I think I'm startin' to lose my sense of humor
Every thing's so tense and gloom
I almost feel like I got to check the temperature of the room
Just as soon as I walk in, it's like all eyes on me
So I try to avoid any eye contact
'Cause if I do that, then it opens the door for conversation, like I want that
I'm not looking for extra attention
I want to be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room
Maybe just point me to the closest restroom
I don't need no fuckin' man servant, tryin' a follow me around and wipe my ass
And laugh at every single joke I crack and half of them ain't even funny like
"Ahh, Marshall you're so funny, man, you should be a comedian, god damn"
Unfortunately I am, I just hide behind the tears of a clown
So why don't you all sit down, listen to the tale I'm about to tell
Hell, we ain't gotta trade our shoes, and you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles
In my shoes, just to see, what it's like to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to feel your pain
You feel mine, go inside each others' minds
Just to see what we'd find
Look at shit through each others eyes
But don't let them say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
But don't let them say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
Nobody asked for life to deal us what these bullshit hands were dealt
We gotta take these cards ourselves, and flip them, don't expect no help
Now I could of either, just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
Or take this situation in which I'm placed, and get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags
Or sat on the porch and hoped and pray for a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in, in every single place, every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid, even if it meant actin' stupid
And Aunt Edna was told me, keep makin' that face, it'll get stuck like that
Meanwhile, I'm just standin' there holdin' my tongue tryin' a talk like "thissss"
'Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at 8 years old
I learned my lesson then, 'cause I wasn't tryin' to impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story, not just based on my description
'Cause where you see it, from where you're sittin', it's probably 110 percent different
I guess we would have to walk a mile in each others shoes at least
What size you wear, I wear 10s, let's see if you could fit your feet
In my shoes, just to see, what it's like to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to feel your pain
You feel mine, go inside each others minds
Just to see what we'd find
Look at shit through each others' eyes
But don't let them say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
But don't let them say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
Lately I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everyone has their private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me
Are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me
I'm reaching out for you
Yeah, to my babies, stay strong, Dad will be home soon
And to the rest of the world, God gave you them shoes
To fit you, so put them on and wear 'em
Be yourself, man, be proud of who you are
Even if it sounds corny
Don't ever let anyone tell you, you ain't beautiful
...Chamillionaire: You so bad that we getting mad, somebody that they wish they had
You're a dime and you know you mine, flipping with you right in my slab
Relationship ain't the same, as the others back in the past
See I tried to have someone like you, but didn't add up to half
Cruising it with my queen, the jewels the wrist and the bling
We moving and hit the scene, the movie the flick a dream
Painting the city green, like green is the coolest thing
You're oozing up in the jeans, we doing it as a team
I hopped in a different slab, that ain't got the easy take
But you looking so good to them, that they told me tell me pass
Never told me slow it down, the rims keep on moving fast
When I'm driving I almost crash, when I stare at your sexy ass
The longer we stay together, your appearance is looking better
Not better off with the fellas, you gonna be mine forever
They always loving the yella's, that's why I nicknamed you Cheddar
But they'd better not touch ya, or better see my baretta
You'll never leave by my side, even though they all try to take ya
Never turning on me, even though they all try to make ya
As long as you by my side, there's nothing I couldn't pay for
We'll make up and never break up, I stay in love with you paper
He introduced her to his mother, his mother said that she love her
And after that he discovered, his brother done tried to cut her
They messing with one another, saw her under the covers
And now he gotta show his brother, the meaning of keep it gutter
And all I know is I love her, I mean he loves her
Tried to control his temper, as he leaned in and hugged her
Just enough to get close to her, he screamed as he shoved her
Out of the exit heard his brother scream, you's a buster
Don't touch her, what you better slow your roll quick
Naw matter fact back up, right now before I click-click
What's this, told you to stop playing with me boy
Hurry up girl let's go, you bring me trouble
She's falling to the floor, he picked her up and he's grabbing her
Yelling out like he's mad at her, sounding like he's an animal
Pulling and grabbing her, now he already damaged her
He throws her in the trunk, and the talks to her like a passenger
And that's when uh, he hearing the tires peel
He's speeding out of the driveway, approaching the highest hill
Everytime that you called me, I came like I served you
Even the boss I use to work for, had the nerve to
Tell me I wasn't good enough, and didn't deserve you
Told me I wasn't good enough, and didn't deserve you
I fought to keep you in my life, and this the thanks I get
Well thanks for all the good memories, I think I'm sick
CHAM: I'm lookin in my rearview
And I can see a clearer view of you
This is the remix...
I see you waitin, I know you hatin...
[Chorus - Akon]
I see them watchin, they waitin
For an opportunity to ride up on me
Hopin they don't roll up on me
Cause today I'm ridin dirty
And if they stop me I might be goin to jail tonight
...50cent: Im amzing,im crazy the hood dun made me feel like my emotions are froze i stay "G'd Up",its
tha things tha i dun seen and the shit ive been through that made my heart turn cold i stay
"G'd Up",Im a gangsta ya find out fo sho if u eva step on my toes I stay "G'd Up", when im
hanigin' out tha window wit that AK fillin ya punk ass wit holes