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Foxy Brown lyrics Ride (Down South) lyrics [Intro] Let's get it hype, nigga Let's get it crump Yeah, yeah, yeah [Eightball] Pass me them Swisher Sweets, let's get it crump If a nigga disrespect me I'mma prove my shit and dump Blast ryhmes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly Veteran MC, I don't think you rookies is ready Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit I run with Suave, always packin' something to kill with Feel this bitch, when I get rich I'mma still hustle Go down in history, paper taller then Bill Russel Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement Choppin boys up, on some puttin' it in they face shit Eight Ball, F-a-t M-a-c-k, known for layin' it down And doin' shit the playa way Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret Space-age pimpin' means I don't do free shit Time waits for no one, it ain't gon' wait for me Yours truly, signed Eightball and MJG [MJG] 1 - All my hard core niggas, what you want to do? My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? All my money making bitches if you ride with me I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free Now where them real bitches at Where them real bitches at Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? And where my buck niggas at Where my buck niggas at Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on [Foxy Brown] I ain't new to this Damn nice bitch that's true to this Money ain't never been a thing to me Always stack my dough, holla back (uh) Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect Inhale the cheese from here to Tel Aviv Y'all know it, shit I don't bluff And no dough? I dont fuck 'em Fuck I'mma fake for? Make mine's, I'mma take yours Cuz I'm no nigga like love b'fore Make bitch scream like, gimme some more If a nigga broke, what'd you fuck him for? Waste of time It's like we playette minds Dont stop, get it get it Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin' pro Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas They gon' pimp if you let them From NY to the dirty south And them bitches' dime tight I got my mind right And my ice got the shine right And if it don't blind bitches When them lights hit the wrist? You won't be sticking shit You be lickin' this Repeat 1 [MJG] I'm the pimp motherfucker, baby Ice cold, stories so high I pimp the whole village twice So tight fold crease right on the president's nose Pimp clothes, drinkin straight Henney'and Buckstrum Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those Pros, slam those Game tied tight like bows, we never close Three-sixty-five, twenty-four Hand chose bithces a la mode, gettin' sold Plus a load of killer, as Chronic gettin' blowed Keep it froze, tucked up in a Tupperware bowl Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros We're pushin' hoes Dicks get erect like poles, pay the toll MJG is in control Repeat 1 [Juvenile] Peep dis', you and them boys need to slow down Up in the morning in the court, it's 'bout to go down There's no remorse now, better expose rounds Them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found Juvenile's my name, bitch I represent it to the end, the same shit Niggers don't be wearin suits on theses blocks All you see is your boys and reeboks A thin hat to the back with a strap too Willin' to bust a nigga ass if he had to If you feel the same my nigger, you's a hot boy Blocka, blocka, blocka Better get up off the block, boy Call for the cops, boy your mommy or pops, boy Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot boy You want props ha, you sold to the cops ha You in a cell block ha, cuz you too hot ha Repeat 1 [MJG] Where the real ones at? Be-atch... Oh, you know how we feel About all you 'wanna be' ass ghetto super stars Wanna be like 'me ass" niggas Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown bitches I give a fuck about your intermureal status, motha fucka You ain't nobody We been doing this, been doin' this shit We go way back with this baby Talkin' about this real shit on the mutha fuckin' microphone Pimps and hoes and gettin' money Tricks and hoes and fuckin' Mutha fuckin' clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit Nigga riding on 20's and shit Nigga what chu got? Brand new-assed nigga You don't know nothin' about this game Come on Repeat 1 until fade Other Foxy Brown lyrics: Broken Silence - Intro lyrics Fallin' lyrics Oh Yeah lyrics B.K. 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