Music World
 
Find Artists:
 
 
 
Russian versionSwitch to Russian 
Lil Wyte




Music World  →  Lyrics  →  L  →  Lil Wyte  →  Albums  →  Phinally Phamous

Lil Wyte Album


Phinally Phamous (10/19/2004)
10/19/2004
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
Hoods Run Down (feat. Frayser Boy)
7.
By 2 Da Bad Guy (feat. DJ Paul)
8.
9.
10.
Big Ass Guns (feat. Frayser Boy)
11.
12.
U.S. Soldier Boy (feat. Three 6 Mafia)
13.
14.
15.
16.
Bald Head Hoes (feat. DJ Paul, Juicy J)
17.
18.
Possie Song (feat. Hypnotize Camp Posse)
19.
Crazy (feat. Josey Scott)
20.
Outro
. . .


(Lil Wyte)
I'm slummed out right now, that ain't no suprize
Dilated pupils seein doubles out of both my eyes
I hit up a little spark, got 'em for no charge, and f**k with his boy
Zanex bars call 'em totem poles or even tonka toys
I popped half and then popped the other half and hit the crown
Then put my shot glass down and poured another round
I'm starting to fill everything I just put into my body
Liquor and the bars got me right though I might look retarded
Get up out my way little quicka with the K
Even though I'm f**ked up I'ma still maintain
Got sumthin in my brain like do damn thang
Like tell the same mayne's ass soft insane
I'ma monsta when I'm high specially on some bars
Don't need to cop lyrically can catch a charge
Runnin down the street yellin f**k the police
With Reeboxs on my feet high on 4 more bars
I'ma hold my crown and I'ma rep my Memphis pop my pills, smoke all my deeros
Be f**ked up fall out in public fallin out on crackers and negros
Ho you think you know Lil Wyte I'm telling you rightcha now
You hold out I'ma find out better pull 'em out and pass them sticks around

(Chorus)
Totem poles, Candy bars, even Yellow ladders
Tonka toys, White sticks it don't really matter
If you got 'em pass that shit around I want to look like you
If you got 'em pass that shit around I want to look like you


Totem poles, Candy bars, even Yellow ladders
Tonka toys, White sticks it don't really matter
If you got 'em pass that shit around I want to look like you
If you got 'em pass that shit around I want to look like you

(Lil Wyte)
One little pill you can break down into fo's
Guaranteed when mixed with liquor it gone have on the flo'
Take advantage of the power the sticks put off every hour
Try to over do it you gone find yourself off in the shower
This is not some powder the effects are completely differant
You are not a coward if you pop one and get scared of the shit
You might forget what you did the night before if you want 'em
Better get somebody to be witcha only if they ass is sober
Gotta keep my f**kin brain on chicken lane change only if the beat bang
I'll be able to do my thang no what I got to do know why I gotta rock
F**ked up or not I'ma take this shit to the top
If you see me in the streets betta believe me this cracker is off the hezzy
Memphis, Tennessee is my stopping ground and zanex bars just went down in me
This weed in me and Henessey all over my academics T
Was f**ked up and doubled in for shit but fallin up out the S-U-V
They serious don't play with 'em if you can't handle 'em come my way
We'll rock 'em to the BAY and we'll deal 'em up on the slang
When I bump my female in an all night bang with a BIOTCH!

(Chorus)

. . .


[Intro - DJ Paul]
Yeah..[echoing].. Hypnotize Minds...[echoing].. Lil' Wyte...[echoing]..
It's going down...[echoing].. the club crazy right now..[echoing]...
I don't believe you'll do...[echoing] we don't believe you...[echoing]..
Yeah...[echoing]... finish It!...[echoing] what!..

[Chorus - Lil' Wyte]
Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!

Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!

[Verse One - Lil' Wyte]
You motherfuckers want true colors? I got white and I got black
Bay Area motherfuckers comin' soon as I step off of the track
If he actin' like a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch
If this ?hata? got stomped to the floor, thank to god for all this shit
Frayser Bizzo DJ Pizzo Lil Whizzo and Hypnotizzo
Run the shizzo fo' shizzo roll up another one my nizzo
I got to maintain, I got to get changed
I gotta rip this mic, from California to Maine
And take it over to Spain, send it to the Dominicans
Tell 'em to examine it and start jammin' all of my sentences
Just make sure that they remember this, like if it was some religious shit
The white, gold, ghetto, platinum, (?honkin rippin?) it
Take that to the bank, get that deposit slip, fill it out
Runnin' for thirty thousand turn around and shove it in your mouth
You review Hypnotize and you'll see nothing but potential
People gettin' beat to the flo' and it started with a pencil

[Chorus - Lil' Wyte]
Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!

Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!

[Verse Two - Lil' Wyte]
Check it out i'm new to the scene, Lil' Wyte lighted with gasoline
Fire breathin' get it closer to the grass that isn't green
Which means your teams ?expired? to the back of the pack
Sixteen bars on the side knowledge on every track
Holdin' it down, never happen, get my crown, keep on rappin'
And even at 75 i'ma still be able to work my magic
Be tha, Willy Nelson of the next generation
A Rising legacy shinin' across of every nation
I need a passport, luggage and a new wardrobe
Fifty billion but I will settle for 2.4
Check the scans i'm the man in this independent land
No video, no single record companies like I be damned
This white cat can rap and put on a good show
It's funny how his music get people down to the flo'
I gots to give it raw I gots to give it dirty
What ever city you reppin' beat 'em down if you heard me

[Chorus - Lil' Wyte]
Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!

Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!

[Verse Three - Lil' Wyte]
See I done seen the brighter days. smoked on lighter hay?
My album hit a hundred thousand now shit been going my way
I give my props to my pops give my props to my mouth
Give my props to the cap give my props to the south
Now i'm drunk and i'm high but I bet you already knew it
You buck as me you buck as us and we twice as buck as u
Security started movin' to the middle of the crowd
Only if he got a gun will I agree to shut it down
Cuz I ain't trying to get shot by no motherfucking punk
I know my dad has had to many drinks and all of a sudden crunk
Pick me up let me out blow me up and bump me loud
Too many styles be coming up out of me whenever I break I hit the crowd
I have a high pace game face eye balls poppin' out his face
Keepin' with the shit tryin' to stay awake.. what you think?
Only cracker good enough to be down with the six
Clearly understood that this some original gangsta shit

[Chorus - Lil' Wyte]
Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!

Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch

. . .


Yeah, a lot of motherfuckers
Be out here trying to act like
They're so hard and shit
But you always got to realize, nigga
You ain't bulletproof
And your body ain't bulletproof
At any given time
You can get your ass fucking blown the fuck off
This motherfucking place the Earth
So don't never think a nigga ain't watching
I got somebody watching
Yeah, you know what time it is

[Lil Wyte]
I'm a motherfucking...
[Chorus - 2x]
Static addict, static addict, loco with that automatic
[3x]
Static addict, static addict, crazy with the gun

Gimme a Glock, gimme a 4-5
And I would be straight
Might make it through the day
But by the night I'd need two AKs
A couple of sets of extra clips
And some ham sandwiches
The po-pos know me
And their used to my shananagans
I run the set, man, causing chaos everywhere
Wanna make a bet, man
I'll have you pulling out your hair
This is a have-to-do job
But on a need-to-know basis
Don't keep your eyeballs on the prize
Don't keep up with the faces
I roll with murderers, robbers
Drug dealers, killers, and rapists
Also an army on the porch
With plenty rockets a'waitin
Come test my patience, fool
And find out how Lil Wyte will react
I'll have these haters, fool
Flopping like some fish on their back
They got me fucked up
I'm about to load them trucks up
When I get crazy then you
Just might feel some hot stuff
This was not on my agenda
I was just only playing
But since you're testing my gangsta
It's too damn late for praying

[Chorus - 2x]

Automatic gun fire busting at you hoes
To get my point across
You got raw bullet to your dome
Is what I'm about to toss
Sold me a short sack
Now you about to feel the trauma
Sulfuric acid, so clogged
In a pine box for your momma
What am I about to do
Some says you already know
Bring your family in this? No!
I ain't as cool as you folks
This shits between me and you
But between you and me
I got a feeling it might be all up to G-O-D
And you can talk all of the trash
You want it don't even matter
As long as my album keep selling
My pockets gonna get fatter
I guess the static is because
I am the chosen one
Deadly circumstances come with job
Better have your gun
You might be found bleeding
Seeking for the perpetrator
Something tells me he real far
And you won't find him, player
Quit your crying, bitching
And your whining, hating
Faking, fronting
I'll run your ass up up off the block
'Cause I'm a motherfucking

Static addict, static addict, loco with that automatic
[3x]
Static addict, static addict, crazy with the gun

. . .


[Chorus - 2X]
All I wanna do is smoke my dro..bitch
Sit on the couch get high n get thrown bitch
Or in the car windows cracked gettin loaded
I'm representin everybody out there smokin

[Lil Wyte]
Roll it up, fire it up, chief it up
I'm ready to get fucked up
Soon as I get control of the dro I'm ready to feel the stuff
Light green marijuana been tellin me how it wanna
Go get up wit a swisher split the middle and bone a
I feel that I should get at least one commercial from King Edward
I been smokin these blunts so long and look where my futures headed
I feel that dro work like Wheeties to rappers that are intelligent
Smoke you one and hit the mic the rest of the shit is irrelevant
A lot of shit has happened since the last time you've heard my album
And I ain't talkin about no acid, oxycotton or Valiums
I'm talkin about myself all the shit I've seen and the green I smoke
I'll be goin back to California but for now I Quote...

[Chorus - 2X]
All I wanna do is smoke my dro..bitch
Sit on the couch get high n get thrown bitch
Or in the car windows cracked gettin loaded
I'm representin everybody out there smokin

[Dirt Bag]
Smoke like a Jamaican
Wildly reefer I'm cravin
I know I should be savin
But I'm blazin I'm blazin
Feelin like I'm amazin
Mary keepin me phazin
Sometimes I mix wit girly girly just for the tastin
Used to scoopin a half a onion and you be spacin
Miami Boy with that Dade County lacin
Dirt Bag and Lil Wyte you damn right
Hypnotize minds epidemic we keep it hype
Buckle up and kiss flight I could take you to the start
Where is the bud..... its in the car
Ohhh my god different flavors and colors
And I'm smokin them all by the blunt motherfucker

[Chorus]

. . .


Dj paul: yea hypnotize minds lil wyte it's goin down you konw see we done heard how y'all do it down and how y'all do it down there but in tennesse we stomp a nigga's head in with them reebok classics them icy whites aka solija's yea

lil wyte: bicth ran to death in my solija's ran from the cops in solija's got a blunt tucked tight in my solija's

lil wyte: really do you want to know what made walk this path ethicly it's the reebok's that i bought man got all sort of colors man none of the match are rides even a couple of pairs i copted for casual times this shit is like drug my feet got to get high by the time i do on mtv cribs i got 305

. . .


[LiL Wyte]
Gimme da Microphone first so i could buss out dis bubbLe,
whoevea idea dis was dey knew it was some trouble,
cuz i get up in'em, get it sticky, it could get icky and gritty,
crystal clearly comes swiftly when u a chance to get wit mE.
I Put it down for da B.A.Y. MothafuKca, therapy gorilla squad,
U.T.T. Muthafucka,YaLL don't kNow shyt about that chek ya BAY AREA
fact the federal lyricist is 21 years old knockin'em on dey back.
Had to take a drug test, thought it was a DRUG test,
studied hard and failed shouldnt of took da answers to my chest.
Goofin around gloves off hood basically cuffed up popo's in a Lac Truck on spinners
man das fucked uP. I sat on my couch smoked a bLunt and create some thunder,
den opened da window let da lightning and make da Police wonder.
I'll get'em off the trail while the real criminals wonder,
i guess dis summea a lil ol'hustle is too far beyond us.

[CHORUS x2]
We hustle from sun up to sun down,
the cops we get close when they come round.
We got to hit the cut and throw the crumbs down
my hoods run down,my hoods run down.

[FRAYSER BOY]
Nigga Nigga,dis da other half of the BAR Bay Representatives,
watchin what i say around deze snitches cUz dey listenin.
Frayser boy a Real nigga will let da steeL hit'ya,
fuckin wit lil wyte gone make dat nigga come and deal wit'ya.
Purple drank in my cUp, bLowin dank in my truck,
hit da bank stackin bucks, a nigga i aint slackin uP.
Bay niggaz click tyte make me get ya shyt right,
respectin how i feel or it's gonna be a big fight.
Mobbin down Frayser BLVD,wit my 45.
Lettin it loose if you think you hard or you wanna try.
Gettin it how i live in da Bride das my stompin ground,
got some enemies
so das why a pistol come around.
Muthafuckaz actin like dey dont know da real deal mayne
i been through heLL and back and a nigga still live,
still here and i wouldnt have it no other way,
now knowin what it means to live and die from the BAY!

[CHORUS x2]
We hustle from sun up to sun down,
the cops we get close when they come round.
We got to hit the cut and throw the crumbs down my hoods run down,
my hoods run down.

. . .


[Chorus - 2X]
When dem boys hit the corna I'm a gonea
when dem boys hit the corna I'm a gonea
Like (skerrrrrrr) fuck that sat goodbye to the bad guy
(skerrrrrrr) fuck that say goodbye to the bad guys

[Lil Wyte]
Commin out like hold up aw shit there go them 4's
DJ Paul where you at been tryin to hit you on the phone
to let you know that it's hot as cole
all around the globe
tippi toes what I'm flickin on
passin by these hoe like (skerrrrrr)
fuck that say goodbye to them bad guys
I smoke weed till' I die
I'm gon stay high
come touch this engin pimpin
I been crusin a buck
got to get away from this cops they finally cross me out of luck
the same story
every day only of guts glory
It's part of yo struggle if it you ain't got shit for me
I gon' hold it down
get my crown and keep only truckin
civilize this industry fuck up yo truck and keep on bumpin
this is some shit that you didn't think you would ever see
but since we hear turn to the back of the pack and let us be
you think we'll give up purple suryp and pimp cups
now motherfucker this the life we like in Memphis

[Chorus - 4X]

[DJ Paul]
yeah now they got me in this cell
cuz this crack man I sell
In the haven boy this crack sell well
I was in the zone 8:30 in the morn'
them po's hit the con
I got gone I had a tone
with a big bag of crack
them boy don't like that
so I had to get down like a lack
with 4 flats
I'm a grayhound
I just put the tre down
I can't be on my way down
so I'm gon have to put down
ditch the rocks I had them in a machbox
ditch the glock behind the bushes round the block
and just like the spinners I will never stop
like bukus and money we don made on the spot
I make the hood hot along with the faculty and ganegreen P.A.C
every thang we gain is green
to the bay
where my boy Lil Wyte stay
Is where I damn there ran but they caught me anyway fuck

[Chorus - 4X]

. . .


Watsup Bitch, Watsup Hoe
Watsup Bitch, Watsup Hoe
Watsup Bitch, Watsup Hoe

(Chorus)
If you a killer motherf**ker, bring your anna to my door
Is this shit you wearing, who am I talking to nobody knows
If you riding with someone you know and they turn up this song
you riding with a motherf**ker that think I did 'em wrong. (x2)

(Verse 1)
consequences come to those who chose to f**k with lil wyte
not always physical sometimes mental and emotional right
I'll outsmart you in a fight and come back harder on the mic
theres an inner spiritual demon that possess me to write
now that I made all these moves
my music causing some havoc
this shit is pick me up so wat in the f**k did you expect god dammit?
as long as the beat keep on rollin, my pockets gonna get swollen
I know they hate me, they let me know the first time that I told 'em
I got a mind and it's focused
you got some serious issues
I got family friends, and fans and you ain't got no one to miss you
I bet you'll life gettin hard
you lived your life in a yard
Im for real I know theres something when you sold both of your cars
you mad at me cause I made it, I'm only havin some fun
see me on mtv yelling out who gives a f**k where you from
you might be tough with your gun but look for fun in saddham
doubt me now ?? I told you wyte was gon drop bombs....

(Chorus - 2X)

(DJ Paul)
yeah it's time to speed on up, we finna go into another motherf**ker
galaxy nigga, bass check #2, BEEATCH

(Verse 2)
wake up bitch reality creepin around the corner
you so f**ked up you couldnt be an organ donor
when I see you, I'm knockin yo head up off of your shoulders
you gon be like ah shit when you feel
these tiny boulders
you f**kin with the wrong one
the HCP cracker main, slap you man, stab you man
even quick to crack your brain
I ain't got no time for hatin faggots on the grind
keep on passin by cause I got something
you'll never f**kin find
this the realest of the real
hope you feelin it and if you dont
extend your arm and grab your remote
and turn down your radio
meanwhile, I'm gon give it raw
and write it as nasty as this shit can be
Its easy when you rappin over the hardest motherf**kin beats
I am not braggin, and I'm not big headed, nor am I conceded
but I'm proud of myself and the way I supposedly succeeded
you wanna bring it to my door
or be a bitch and catch me slippin
either way it goes this unit I'm grippin's gonna get you, pimpin

(Chorus - 2X)

. . .


2 door cut with the flop on the paint
looking like a bag of skittles that will make you want to fant
eyes cocked ass drop when I pulled up on the set
people scard to tuch my car like they might fall and it get wet
I can't keep my whip in sun for too long cuz it might melt like a pack of starburst on a summer day sitting on the shelf
I got to her out
get her high
take her out for a ride
hopefully tonight I won't commit vihicular homicide
my cutless is clean as a fuckin whistle
paul, and jucy both told me I better pack pistols
pistols plural more than one for those who do not know
I gon let these bitches rip the bay and try to take my hoe

(chorus2x's)
2 door cut with with the flop like(ridein down the street smokin weed getting high)
2 door cut with with the flop like(woooooooooooo man that fool clean)

cheech and cong with the smokas and dice on mirria
2007 caddilak space age interia
4 pionerrs 4 ways across the back dash
4 12's when I come thru Ima break glass
and thats just the begening
I'aint got into the engine
fuckin with gray sturin wheel I'm gripin white pearlrl pimpin
hands on italian lether just as icey as my soljas
pictured on the white purl gas pedal belive I told ya
and aint doja on me when I ride make me a blunt
aint tryin to be nobodys police when I creep the cut
they got enough on me already they don't need my car
if they want me so bad they can find me standin in my yard

(chorus2x's)

it time to talk about the muscle in this perfect creation
brand new chevy block and it's cromed out and a block conberation
a set of double hard heads shift kit and a kaft
blown out with a pair of dogs hanging out the ass
brains gone and my hair blowin doin a buck 4
whoa hoe if you in the road
better move yo ass
out the path fast
before yo ass have to feel
20 inch spinners and 22 hundred pounds of steel
I'm a good driver but can get reckless on purple leana
pedal to the medal might hit ya and never even seen ya
take my word I put 15 G's into these souls
I'm gon flick this bitch and figure out how to drop off 20 more

(Chorus4x's)

. . .

Big Ass Guns

[No lyrics]

. . .


im slumbed out right now
that aint no surprise
dialated pupils
see'n doubles out both my eyes
i hit up little spark
got him out for no charge
he fuck wit his boy
(x)anax bars call them toldem poles or even tonka toys
i popped half and popped the other half and hit the crown
then put my shot glass down and pour another round
im startin to feel everything i just put in to my body
liquor and bars got me right though i might look retarded
get up out my way little cracka wit the k
even though im fucked up i can still maintain
got sumthin in my brain it can do things man
like turn a sane mans ass off insane
im a monster when im high especially on some bars
dont need to cop liriclly you can catch a charge
runnin down the street yellin fuck the police
reeboks on my feet high from those bars
ima hold my ground and rep my memphis
pop my pill and smoke all my d-ro
be fucked up all in public
fallin down on crackers and negros
oh you think you know little wyte
im tellin you right tonight
you hold out ima find out
betta pull em out and pass them sticks around

chorus*2

toldem poles, candy bars even yellow ladders
tonka toys, white sticks it dont really matter
if you got em pass that shit around
i wanna look like you
if you got em pass that shit around
i wanna look like you

one little pill you can break down into fours
gauranteed when mixed wit liquor it goin have you on the floor
take advantage of the power this stick* put off every hour
dont try to ova do it you goin to find yo self off in da showa
this is not some powder the effects are completely different
you are not a coward if you pop one and get scared of this shit
you might forget* wut you did the night before if you want em
betta get somebody to be with ya only if they ass is soba
gotta keep my fuckin brain on
checkin lanes only if the beat bang
ill only be able to do my thang
know wut i got to do and
when or what i gotta rock
bust out my nine goin to take da shit to da top
when you see me in da street betta believe me
this cracker here is off the hee
memphis tennessee is my stompin ground
and (x)anax bars is wut balance me
this weed in me and hennesse
all over my akademiks tee
was fucked up and dont remember shit
but fallin up out the s.u.v
they serious dont play wit em
if you cant handle em come my way em
ill take em to da bay deal or even slang wit em
goin give my female an all night bang wit em bitch

. . .


(feat. Three 6 Mafia)

(DJ Paul:)
Yo, Right now we gonna dedicate this to all our soldiers,
Over there fightin for us,
You know what I'm sayin,
For all our fallen soldiers,
And all our ones that still runs with they guns,
In the field you know what I'm sayin?
This dedicated to ya'll man,
Hold it down,
U.S. mother fuckin A,

(Chorus:)
I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
Yeah
I'm tryina told ya boy
I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
Yeah
I'm tryina told ya boy

(Verse 1-DJ Paul:)
Now as I run through tha trees with my infiltry
I got my M16 and my artilary
I got my full blooded soldiers in tha back of me
And a bullet proof vest and I'm hopin I don't have to see
now will it work in tha line of fire
Or will a nigga die in tha line of fire
I'ma bust my gunz till my clips retire
America pray cuz I don't wanna expire
I'ma soldier

(Juicy J:)
I'ma U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
Playin around with them army toys
You wanna go to war then we can go to war
See W.Bush he sent us over boy
Them men all went and got some soldier toys
Put 'em in a battle and we'll showed you boys
That army fatigue we gonna make some noise
And blow that mother fucker from shore to shore

(Chorus:)

(Verse 3-Lil Wyte:)
With bullets wizzin by, children dyin every 36 seconds
It makes it uncomfortable for me to even respect this
With this focused brain I can take myself away from pain
Turn me into rain, sprinkle it upon all of us in vein
I'm the one that was sent to make sure the sun will always shine
Try to determin the evil and good all in my twisted mind
Hopefully, this just might be the one that reaches to the world
And make a safer place to play for all our little boys and girls
Cuz I'm a soldier don't get it twisted
Get your wig split
Fifty millimeter shells aiming for the terrorist
Must have missed cuz they still comin with some big shit
Osama fucked up real deep and there ain't no time to fix it
He better be off the planet, two light years passed the moon
Rode on a magic carpet satellites gonna find him soon
He's probaly already dead fuckin with tha U.S.A
But if not he better not bring his ass up in tha bay

(Juicy J:)
Let me hear tha sound of tha soldiers
I said let me hear tha sound of tha soldiers
Juicy J tha soldier boy
The marines ain't no punk and you know we keep grenades and AK's in the trunk
With Iraq we be buck, we be fightin and we stomp
With our fist, with our feet, we be ready when you jump
We don't hide behind mask like a terrorist my nigg
Just so you know who tha real fuckin cowards is.

(Chorus:)

. . .


Start this night out right so i dont fall on my face
I got some red necks wit me ready to get drunk and shot da gauge
They got 6 shots of tequila and half a bottle of bacardi
The bottle came from someones cooler when we left the bonfire party
They constantly askin fo mo and tryin to pour me up a shot
Incredible hulk mixed wit vodka and a skotch on the rocks
Crown royal wit coke a bud light my eye balls afloat
So much fuckin liquid in me i got to hit da pisser fo sho
Keepin up wit hill billys actin silly drunker then shit
This might compare to my smokin song but pimpin this is not it
This is my drinkin song so you know wut you got to do
Drink twelve or twenty one or wut eva you do but dont stop at two

(Chorus x2)
This is my drinkin song
And there aint no rules wut you waitin on
Pop a bottle pour your self a shot or even brew your own
If your goin to drink might as well drink until you hit the floor
Afta you hit the floor get yo ass up and pour a couple mo

Aight im alright listen to my words I have dranken up half the bar
And still yet a swurl I heard
I looked down at red neck he look like he was about to hurl
Brother robby actin similiar but was spinnin like the world
Now real rednecks can get drunk like some shit ive neva seen
Ten shots bud lights fo chasin and ready for round eleventeen
Demolition derbys at the races rodeos and hill streets
When ever legal liqour sold white folks will meet
But we all want to get fucked up and when i say we
Im talkin about every nationality on this g.l.o.b.e
And some do, some dont, some might like it, some wont,
I'll tell you wut i love this so much im fucked up right now

(Chorus x2)

We jump in slappa's car dont worry this fool wasnt driven
The outcome would of been ridiculous and we wouldnt of survived
Believe it or not i was the most sober of the five of us
Liquor in me got to piss again i feel like im bout to bust
Good thing we got out the exit fo me to handle my buisness
I jumped out to drain my lizard and god as my witness
I see a truck load of moonshine hideing behind some trees
Wit the keys in it and nobody around
No one but me this mean we can get drunker and crunker
And make us some cheese from mariana arkansas
Through the woods back to tennessee
This event start anotha good ol'boy fraiser drinkin day
In the back of a chevelle pick up shootin of this daze

(Chorus x2)

. . .


(chorus)
bay area it is da hood of da brave
bay area none my boys are afraid
bay area we got dat work down here
bay area we let it go fo da low round here.

verse 1

flickin through da bay bumpin marvin gay sunny days i gots to get payed 20 k oh and by the way the bar shifted of me and fraiser bizzle thats fo shizzle all da other perpatraders better be packin they pistols cuz i got pencils for pussies packin some big utinles off the hizzle i'll put this thrizzle right between both yo wizzle this is lil whizzie i'm not playin i can leave it so greasy bitch ya heard me dirty south represent to bess beileve me i got to push it and shove it either way you go i'm hot as an oven humpin and bumpin and on on its the dro the hcp family gonna represent until i die of daze satifaction this happens to be always on my phase fraiser bou and v my fans and all my faculty is half of the reason W Y T E won't let me rest in peace couldn't of done it wit out billy many aren't wit my ass get yo ass slapped silly when you fuck up in da bay

chorus

verse 2

i'm steppin about the household sit yo ass back runnin down town in a black cadillac jack are still smokin gimme some bro even though you broke im go take yo weed and yo crack jack this is the conversation bout life in da needy nation really i don't give a fuck about shit if it ain't payuh chasin i'm about my and that's why prize is about take this sober good thing this doser came from cordova cuz i can't be sober don't really stop da hood it what i have become to be but later on i be damned if i don't put this on G O B i ride deez streets i smoke this weed and one day i'ma stop and see that this is the life i always wanted da man to let come out of me da B A Y my stopin ground and round here we got dro by pouond but half of deez motha fuckers round here broka than homie the clown witch means you have to take yo klan to another location bring some out of towners to catch yo slack so if you ain't made it i tell you dis will get crazy rest the day go by so watch it the bay O 5 round here and they ain't ya do to stop it

chorus

. . .


Well, I've been tripping for ten hours
On three hits of liquid microdot
I'm on acid
Man, what's this suppose to do to us anyway man?

Getting chased around the car
By some midgets in the parking lot
I'm on acid
Hey, is that midget coming over here?

Eating doritos through a tree
A million spiders after me
I'm on acid
Oh come on, I bet you can't eat just one

I'm running around having a fit
On myself I'm 'bout to shit
I'm on acid
Man, I gotta get to a toilet Dogg

Could you imagine feeling all confident
All of a sudden your fingers get

Please stop freezing
What is the season?
Where are we at?
And why are we leaving?

Trees are shrinking, turning past the roots
And roots back into season
Clouds are changing coming at me
Different directions now I'm freaking

Toes are raking, body shaking
Man I thought it was some crack
Called the fire department
Told them I had a flame up on my back

This is crazy busting able
Raisons dancing on the table
There's a horse we gotta horse
Yeah, we do and I've seen the stable

Quit your flogging, I ain't flogging
Gotta be then who you talking to?
I'm talking to you talking to me listen
'Cause if you and I have to be kinda smart to even catch
That I might be tripping but the pimpin', grippin' gotta spit that

With no expecticy I made a party from a robbery
Accidently kicked and tripped the thief when he had ran by me
Fuck police we gonna send this district into LSD

Take this shot of purple microdot
You will be gone a week

20/20 vision blurred
And can't even feel the syrup
I'm on acid
Man, I can't believe this stuff is stronger then that syrup

I can smoke a pound of dro
Drink myself under the floor
I'm on acid
I can't even feel none of these beers man my eyes ain't real

Put the straw up to your nose
Take the blow straight to your dome
I'm on acid
Don't even mess with that snort Dogg, I'm trippin'

Your passing on in my front yard
Throwing up off zanex bars
I'm on acid
Look like you took about one two many of them pills

Well, I'm wishing I was sober
Feel the shit from head to shoulders
This ain't even half way over
It's the part I'm waiting to show ya

Laughing long time like Hyenas
Laugh a long time at mienas
In the can or out the can
They still look like a can of peanuts

I'm the meanest acid taker
Down south cracker on the mike
Chainsaw crankin', gotcha thinking
Good trick gone turned to a fright

Bubble popping, trails are watching
From across the fucking room
A dog came in the den and made a mess
And then asked for the broom

Now I'm 'bout to hit the sack
'Cause I can't take this shit no more
Relax my mind, take a deep breath
And let my head sink in pillow

Take a seven hour nap, wake up seven minutes later
It's the greatest drug the 70's has ever fucking gave us
Yes it's major, don't be playing when you drop it, it will hit ya
If it's gel caps or liquid microdots, yes I'm with ya

And I'm flipping cross the row
Visual contact, lighting glow
The spaceship I'm flying landed in the bay
I have to go

By now I'm weak, in some pain
And my bodies feeling drained
I'm on acid
Man, I feel like a can even walk no more

Coming down off of my trip
And my skins about to rip
I'm on acid
I can feel my hands hurting

I'll probably sleep till Thursday
And it's only Sunday
I'm on acid
I can't wait to hit my bed man

Waking up on that Thursday
To have another Saturday
I'm on acid
Man, I can't wait till I pass some more of that shit

. . .


Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Every where I go I see some bald head hoes
Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Gossipin', talkin' shit, bald head hoes

Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Every where I go I see some bald head hoes
Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Gossipin', talkin' shit, bald head hoes

Sick and tired of these bald head hoes, ole funky ass hoes
Get my number then stop playin' on my muthafuckin' phone
If you like my music bump that shit don?t try to get in my business
Keep my name up out yo topics if they involved in gossipin'

I got my own life, most of y'all news is rumors
Tryin' to get me and my girl in a mix but y'all can't do shit to us
I rise above the jealousy and then take a vacation
To a place where blue water and sand is half the population

Then come back and have to hear it all over again
But that's okay the studio's here and plus I got my pen
Back to bald headed hoes, that is the way it goes
To the ones that wear the same outfit every time they go to court

Bitch get a fuckin' job, hoe get a fuckin' crib
Go get yourself some hair implants, better yet a fuckin' wig
They need some life straightnin', they keep procrastinatin'
Maybe Dr. Phill should do a show on bald headed hoes that's hatin'

Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Every where I go I see some bald head hoes
Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Gossipin', talkin' shit, bald head hoes

Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Every where I go I see some bald head hoes
Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Gossipin', talkin' shit, bald head hoes

I gotta get my hair done at the spot
'Cuz I can't be walkin' up in no beauty shop
Them hoes be in there talkin' all that goss
'Bout all the hoes and the cars they heard I got

'Cuz see I'ma low key man to begin with
Don?t dress classy but can bang any classy chic
If I want shit I'ma, a big nigg even without the sets
Nappy head bitch keep your record out my mesh

Hoe you got me fucked up askin' foe a check
I need to call Terminex, I think I got a pest
I need to tote a bigger gun and probably wear a vest
To fight off all these gold diggin' gobbers on the set

So you don?t want me to use a rubber but I heard
You's a freak under cover, they call you Ms. Yeast
Man just fucked her real name, Wokk Wokk, she's a sluter
But it's all good it's the juice man from the north
I got so much cheese I don?t need a hoe

Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Every where I go I see some bald head hoes
Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Gossipin', talkin' shit, bald head hoes

Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Every where I go I see some bald head hoes
Bald head hoes, I see some bald head hoes
Gossipin', talkin' shit, bald head hoes

. . .


(chorus)
Yo mamma yo daddy yo greasy greasy grand mammy
Man they gettin wild as fuck era body gettin crunk (x2)

Gimme room gimme room quit stepin on my toes (x4)

Yo mamma, yea I seen her butt naked in the front row
Yo daddy, yea I heard he was in vip smokin dro
Yo grand mammy, yea I know she is a groupie from the 70's
Aint no age limit to listen to me and all my melodys
Yo mamma, on the dance floor gettin crunk n' drunk off chris
Yo daddy, so full of beer this is the sixth time that he pissed
Yo grand mammy, man I know shes super buck cuz she feelin me
Listin to good ol' boys I guess she stole her grand sons cd
Yo momma, tellin you you need to be more like little wyte
Yo daddy, askin you how your gunna pay your bills and get it right
Yo grand mammy, sittin in the back fillin somthin bumpin knowin its my smokin song
Smells something good cookin or could it jus be grandmas bong
Yo momma, on sadder days fliped a benz truck on double dubs
Yo daddy, wears white wear camo when he be huntin doves
Yo grand mammy, has been smokin sense this cd came out and that ain't all
She swiched all her voloums and replaced all her tylenol

(Chorus)

Yo momma, red light head bobing bumpin riddin spinners
Yo daddy, in the seat stayin to the beat gettin super crunk
Yo grand mammy, crunk still but twice buck as both as those up in front
Pops with the auto radio puttin some knock in the trunk
Yo momma, wanted spinners for christmas and'll she will probly get em
Yo daddy, also thinks that there pretty cool, so you know hes wit em
Yo grand mammy, doesnt give a shit as long as she can ride and jus be seen
On the BIlls St. stripin 2 a.m where all the ballers be
Yo momma, calls the cab from wet willys cuz shes on the floor
Yo daddy, sees Mike Tyson and wanted to put a tattoo on his nose
Yo grand mammy, Man I love that woman shes a trip to be around act a clown
She might hit you frist fuck up after a couple rounds
Yo mamma, she 25, and 16 when she had you
Yo daddy, 25, 24 maybe 22
Yo grand mammy, the reason why she buck cuz shes barly 48
After the age of 23 she had a daughter by mistake

(Chorus)

. . .


(feat. H.C.P.)

(Lil Wyte - Talking)
Wassup with y'all?
I'ma take this time right now, to thank the men, Paul and Juicy
for making all this possible you know what I'm sayin'?
When you comin' from the bay, alot of things don't seem like they can't happen in life
You just gotta put effort into it, you know what I'm sayin'?
H.C.P we fixin' to rock this, we did it again, you know what I'm sayin'?

(Crunchy Blac)
Let me tell you a lil' somethin' real
Around here a nigga tryina get them a meal
Climb that hill like jack and jill
But when I need to climb a nigga still keep it real
Fuck they way you other nigga feel
I'ma put a bullet in ya ass fo real
So push on nigga cause you'll never get a deal
Fuckin' with us yeah you'll get cha self killed
Get cha self killed

(Fraysier Boy)
Suckers run up to get beat down
Never in the public unless I got my fucking heat round
Niggaz got some problems leave you bitches underneath ground
Oh no you niggaz didn't think a muthafucka weak now
Niggaz tryina chill I ain't with that fuckin' cross shit
Fraysier Boy'll leave yo pussy ass in the trunk bitch
Hypnotize Minds muthafucka ya we done this
Prayin' I don't have to kill a nigga over dumb shit

(Lord Infamous)
Lord Infamous the mercendary lethal lyrical butcher
Mafia so general gang member and pusher
Livin' legend in Memphis hood project is slum
Fresh hit a (blay) then you hear the spray from the tommy gun
Body goes numb and ya eye lids close
From the lead over dose when I split cha kinda low
Cause my trigger finger only do nothing but squeeze
I'ma shoot ya bitch ass everywhere but under your feet

(DJ Paul)
I swear alot of niggaz blame me for shit I ain't got shit to do with
Nigga show it and prove it
I always heard my CD wasn't big enough for a royce
but I ain't believe until we bought a couple of them hoes
When you was style you gotta watch what you do
Cause niggaz look for the smallest reasons to point fingers at you
They want so bad for somebody to come up over the 6
You better hurry up boy I'm 20 years in this shit, BITCH

(Juicy J)
Juicy J yes I'm that nigga
Smokin' all the weed and I'm drankin' all the liquor
A nigga always strapped I gots to get mine
Nigga tell yo bitch quit waistin' my time
Fuck these wanna be thugs ain't never did crime
Nigga workin' for the feds and droppin' them dimes
I don't fuck with you bitches don't mess with yo kind
You can stay on yo corner and sniff on yo line (NIQQA)

(DJ Paul - Talking)
You better hurry the fuck up if your going to do what I did nigga
Plaqs all over the muthafuckin' place, movies
uthafuckin' houses every muthafuckin' where
You better hurry up
And to you bitch ass niggaz supporting them you better
super muthafuckin' hurry up and help these niggaz out
Cause when somebody do take my muthafuckin' place
you muthafuckas going to be to muthafuckin' old to see it bitch
hurry the fuck up nigga

(Lil Wyte)
I woke up early to see the sunrise right across from outta of my eyes
Let me see these haters clearly whenever I stop down the drive by
I am a dramatic, most static addict, a rehab with automatic
doubt me now I made it, phinally phamouse bout to let you have it
This is not a game kin fold game not playin' with ya
Gotta brang the slangs ?? ain't gone paint yo picture
Some of the story we can tell it's just bout a communication
The shit you take turn the head all over the nation
I been waitin' for vacations and the money that I'm makin'
Muthafuckas hatin' now that I'm on they times
Waisted I'ma do it for the bay and for my children and the war
And let these non believers know that we all been here before
Reality don't exsist like ?? dream, quote, Johnny Wide miss him bad may he rest in peace
A livin' legend is what ya lookin' at and will now crown
If nobody else does I will make sure Memphis is standing out

. . .


(feat. Josey Scott of Saliva)

Sometimes I feel like I'm flyin', sometimes I feel like I'm dyin'
Maybe the world is against me, maybe the world thinks I'm crazy
Sometimes I feel like I'm losin', sometimes I feel like I'm losin'
Maybe the world is against me, maybe the world is a lie

I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a lie
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a lie
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a lie
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a

Maybe I can feel it cause I know I'm high, maybe I can ride cause I'm born to die
Maybe I can jump cause I know I'm high, maybe I can kill cause it's in my eye
I don't know why I'm seein' things, I on't know, I'm bein' insane
I wish I could wake up from this dream, but until then I'll feel this disease

Sometimes I feel like I'm flyin', sometimes I feel like I'm dyin'
Maybe the world is against me, maybe the world thinks I'm crazy
Sometimes I feel like I'm losin', sometimes I feel like I'm losin'
Maybe the world is against me, maybe the world is a lie

I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a lie
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a lie
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a lie
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a

Now that I have my chance to rearranged it
Crazy is the word that I use to explain it
Find out, what gon' happen in the end
When the ball leave the court and the paper leave the pen
It's a fucked up, shit that we walk through
On a daily basis, some folks you can't even talk to
So I stomp through all of my obsticles with pleasure
The top two's me and I, so who's better
Take me to a place, everyday Sunday weather
Put me in the sand, dro in my hand forever
Reality strikes, the sharper teeth in the bite
I feel like I been gone a month but I ain't left out ya sight
I'm havin' visions of dyin' but God can control so break
The only thing they truly bring to life is the shit you take
I might be labelled as crazy, I'd rather be dead thant brave
The recognition of my mission is to take it in hate

take me to a place everyday sunday weather
put me in the sand dro in my hand forever
reality strikes the sharper teeth in the bite
i feel like i been gone a month but i aint left out ya sight
i'm havin' visions of dyin but god can control so break
the only thing they truely bring to life is the shit you take
i might be labeled as crazy id rather be dead than brave
the recognition of my mission is to take it in hate

Maybe the world is a lie
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a lie
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a lie
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a lie
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a

. . .

Outro

[No lyrics]

. . .


blog comments powered by Disqus



© 2011 Music World. All rights reserved.