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2 Pistols Ft. Ray J - You Know Me (Prod. J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)

Tracknummer Titel Platzierungen Anzahl der Abhörzentrale Herunterladen Auf mein Blog stellen Aktionen
1 2 Pistols Ft. Ray J - You Know Me (Prod. J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
487 Lektüre
2 J-Squad - Goin' Down Krump Remix
388 Lektüre
3 Nas Ft The Game - Hustlers
333 Lektüre
4 Report Card
163 Lektüre

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MP3 : J-Squad - Goin' Down Krump Remix (2008)

J-Squad - Goin' Down Krump Remix (2008)

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  • Titel: J-Squad - Goin' Down Krump Remix
  • Jahr: 2008
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# Online seit Samstag, 09. August, 2008 um 22:01

Geändert am Montag, 11. August, 2008 um 17:54

MP3 : Nas Ft The Game - Hustlers (2008)

Nas Ft The Game - Hustlers (2008)

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  • Titel: Nas Ft The Game - Hustlers
  • Jahr: 2008

Text:

(feat. The Game)

[Nas]
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G.
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history

Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face
The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away
But we still get together like every several years
to sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears
Relax sippin' Calico in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watchin' fly bitches with grey eyes
wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? - 'cause I can vision
collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate
So every breath I take, is all about the rules
It's hard for you to breathe like you at high altitude
So crack the Patron, it's on heathens, The God's back
Hard body, Mr. Jones never leavin'

[Chorus #1]
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
Make that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
East to West Coast we riders

[Chorus #2: Nas (The Game)]
He a Compton-Compton O.G.
(Mix that with a QB-QB true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks
(West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots

[The Game]
1995, eleven years from the day
I'm in the record shop with choices to make
"Illmatic" on the top shelf, "The Chronic" on the left homie
Wanna cop both but only got a twenty on me
So fuck it, I stole both, spent the twenty on a dub sack
Ripped the package off "Illmatic" and bumped that
For my niggaz it was too complex when Nas rhymed
I was the only Compton nigga with a "New York State of Mind"
Inside the dope house bottlin' up sherm, bangin' The Firm
Dre was king then so I waited my turn
Fast forward, now I'm makin 'em burn
Ended my peers careers, hollered at Nas, a hard lesson was learned
So I reconciled my differences like he did with Jigga
I stopped beefin' with niggaz, 'cause I'm "Ether" to niggaz
Comb the earth 'til there's no one left
"If I Ruled the World" I summons all you weak rap niggaz to death

[Chorus: Nas (The Game)]
He a Compton-Compton O.G.
(Mix that with a QB-QB true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks
(West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots

[Nas]
Yo, the Jordans sportin'
Come off the dice game with a fortune walkin', you a walkin' coffin'
The musket I tucked it, you bluff it I bust it
You're sideways talkin', so I lay often
I wait patient, to duct tape hatin'
Fuck ass niggaz, get bucked ass niggaz
Pluck ashes - of Cuban cigars, you foolin' with Nas
That's my name and I came with Rugers this time
And if I'm sane that "Soul Plane" movie's the bomb
Word to my mom's name tattooed to my arm
You can't revolve me, embalm me, calm me or harm me
Rob me or dodge these bullets I'm bustin'
See that's malarky you yappin'
I open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I start clappin'
Nasty man, from baggin' grams and runnin' from cops
to a mill' on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I'm fuckin' with Doc

[Chorus #1]
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
Make that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
East to West Coast we ridin'

[Chorus #2: Nas (The Game)]
He a Compton-Compton O.G.
(Mix that with a QB-QB true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks
(West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots
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# Online seit Samstag, 09. August, 2008 um 22:04

Geändert am Montag, 11. August, 2008 um 19:05

MP3 : Souljaboytellem.com / Report Card (2007)

Souljaboytellem.com / Report Card (2007)

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  • Titel: Report Card
  • Album: Souljaboytellem.com
  • Jahr: 2007

Text:

You know when you jut get your report card
and you have all fs on it you just want to take it back to the teacher and say through some ds on that bitchBallin! Soulja Boy Up In Da Buildin
Throw Some D's On That Bitch
I Just Got My Report Card
Throw Some D's On That Bitch
I Just Got My Report Card
Throw Some D's On That Bitch

Ayyyy Soulja Boy Chillin Dog I Just Got My Report Card Looked At It All F's Took It To Tha Teacher Desk (Throw Some D's On That Bitch) I Just Got My Report Card (Throw Some D's On That Bitch) Just Got My Report Card Ayy (Throw Some D's [x2] Throw Some Throw Some D's On That Bitch) Just Got My Report Card (Throw Some D's...) Took It To The Teacher Desk (Throw Some D's...)

Sittin Up In The Classroom She Gettin On My Nerves,The Teacher Hollin Out Soulja Boy Do Yo Work. She Talkin Bout Adjetives, Pronouns, And Verbs. Im Knocked Out I Aint Here Nuthin The Class Heard. Im Daydreamin Hard Bout That Stacks On Deck, I Dont Know How Im Gon Pass My Next Test. I Got My Report Card Im Like Wut The Hell Is Dis. I Took It Back To The Teacher Then I Told Her

[Chorus]

I Alwayz Be In School But I Be Walkin Halls. Alot Of Teachers Give Me Test But They Be Super Hard I Get Into Some Trouble Then My Mama Calls But Afta I Get Out The Office Ima Tell Em All Dat Ima Superstar And Thatz Best. Everytime U See Me Up In Class My Head On That Desk. And When U See Me On Dem Girls U Kno That Im Super Fresh. Yea Teacher, Students, Class, Stupid (Wait A Min. Mutha Fuckaz)

[Chorus]

I Just Got My Report Card [x4]
Throw Some D's On That Bitch [x4]
I Got A 47 Up In Math, A 67 In English, A 14 In Science. Mane What The Fuck Is This Throw Some D's On That Bitch [X4]

[Chorus]

Ballin-
U Kno When You Just In School And You Like God Damn This Too Much Homework U Like What The Fuck Man I Cant Do All This Shit Anymore What, Whats The Problem So Much Fucking Homework

Throw Some D's [x2] Throw Some Throw Some D's On That Bitch
Ballin
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# Online seit Montag, 11. August, 2008 um 10:32

Geändert am Montag, 11. August, 2008 um 19:08

MP3 : 2 Pistols Ft. Ray J - You Know Me (Prod. J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League) (2008)

2 Pistols Ft. Ray J - You Know Me (Prod. J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League) (2008)

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  • Titel: 2 Pistols Ft. Ray J - You Know Me (Prod. J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
  • Jahr: 2008

Text:

Ooooh Ooooh, Ooooh Ooooh
Ooooh Ooooh, Ooooh Ooooh
Somethin serious... Shorty you know wat it is

(Ray J chorus)
I know you shorty, you know me and you know I can't leave these streets, cause I mean it's in my veins shorty wish I could stay but for now just pray for me.
I know you shorty, you know me so hard for me to leave these blocks got my head tied in a knot always runnin from the cops prayin that I don't get caught.

(2 Pistols)
You know I push it to the limit sun up, sun down, baby I got to get it, gotta get it... I gotta get it (repeat 1x)

(Verse 1)
Baby girl, you know my situation. I know sometime you get impatient. I be on tha grind. You be at tha house, probably think I'm at another broad house. Shorty I'm gettin money more than I've ever seen. True Religion jeans, I know you like those. that's why I buy'em for ya
Smile for me. You can't believe them hatin B**ches, they be lyin on me. Keep a nine on me, you know they plottin on me, you just keep that pu**y tight. I'm comin home early. I gotta get it, get it. I can't leave the streets. I did'nt choose tha hustle, tha hustle chose me.

(Ray J chorus)
I know you shorty, you know me and you know I can't leave these streets, cause I mean it's in my veins shorty wish I could stay but for now just pray for me.
I know you shorty, you know me, so hard for me to leave these blocks got my head tied in a knot always runnin from the cops prayin that I don't get caught.

(2 Pistols)
You know I push it to the limit sun up, sun down, baby I got to get it, gotta get it... I gotta get it (repeat 1x)
(Ray J singing)
Pray for me pray for me
Streets keep callin, the block keep on watchin. You're my shorty, hope'n you stay down be with me win or lose. Girl my heart is always with you, don't get confused. Just hold me down, I promise that we'll make it through.

(Verse 2)
I'm gettin money 24/7 life as a hustler, they wanna throw away the key and lock a ni**a up, I remember when they put me in handcuffs. I look you in tha eye "Shawty what u cryin for?" I'll be out in the morning, baby post bail. Get your hair done cause I'm comin straight over there. I trust her with tha money, shorty so real. I put them diamonds on her,
Just to show I care. You stuck with a ni**a, in and out of jail. I know you love me baby, I put you through hell.
I gotta get it, get it. I can't leave the streets. I did'nt choose tha hustle, tha hustle chose me

(Ray J chorus)
I know you shorty, you know me and you know I can't leave these streets, cause I mean it's in my veins shorty wish I could stay but for now just pray for me.
I know you shorty, you know me, so hard for me to leave these blocks got my head tied in a knot always runnin from the cops prayin that I don't get knocked.

(2 Pistols)
You know I push it to the limit sun up, sun down, baby I got to get it, gotta get it... I gotta get it (repeat 2x)

(Repeat Ray J Chorus)
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# Online seit Montag, 11. August, 2008 um 18:16

Geändert am Montag, 11. August, 2008 um 19:11