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![Lil Jon - Throw It Up (Ft. Young Buck, Pastor Troy) (Remix) (Bass Boosted)
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Gotta love Lil Jon. When the bass kicks in, it really kicks :). No copyright infringement intended! All rights belong to Lil Jon (Producer). ©TVT Records (Label).
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Lyrics:
[Chorus]
[4x]Throw it up Mother fucker throw it up
[4x] If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club
[Lil Jon (Eastside Boyz)]
[2x] Back up bitch get the fuck out my way
(Aye move the fuck back bitch, Move the fuck back)
[2x] What you looking at nigga, what you looking at nigga
(Not me or my click, we too trill my nigga)
[2x] We to deep off in this bitch, we too deep off in this bitch
(Its more of us than it is in the club stupid bitch)
Yall niggas over there (yall niggas aint shit)
Yall hoes over there (yall hoes aint shit)
[4x] We run this (what)
[Chorus]
[Pastor Troy]
The last nigga is the pastor
Ready to blast ya
You know: I dont play no mother fucking games
DSGB you know the name
Wood grain in the mother fucking Dooley Truck
Got the black and red seats with the Georgia tuft
And I got my helmet hangin out the winda
Ready to bust the head :.of a fucking pretender
Nigga as soon as I enter
You know im making noise
Pastor Troy and the Eastside Boyz
AK bustin I ride the whole clip
I cock that hoe and let it mother fuckin rip
To sank shit is what I live for
Fuck him, Fuck her
Im representing
Put some more Yak in my mug
So I can throw it up
[Chrorus]
[Lil Jon talking]
Ok ok hold the fuck up hold the fuck up
Im looking round this bitch
I see a lot of niggas aint throwin up shit (What)
Yall niggas must be scared to represent yo shit (You scared)
You must be scared nigga (Scared)
Fuck that shit
All my real niggas that proud of they hood
All my real ladies thats proud of they hood
And they aint never been scared
Say this shit
[4X]
Bitch I aint scared
Bitch I aint scared
Bitch I aint scared
I aint scared mother fucker
[Pastor Troy]
Im gon represent where Im from
In the back of the club my tommy gun
Though when I chill
Fuckin burn one
Leave up out the club its me little Jon
Ballin in the Benzes
Switchin up lanes
Talkin much shit cause we deep in the game cocaine
All white fuckin S fucking six
Young ass niggas I guess we filthy rich
My whole click ready to bust some heads
Imma throw it up bitch and I aint scared
Pastor Troy mother fucker
You know the routine
Represent for the home team
Throw it up
[Chorus] Lil Jon - Throw It Up (Ft. Young Buck, Pastor Troy) (Remix) (Bass Boosted)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/XZiU4lq4LnU/mqdefault.jpg)


![Drake - The Motto Ft. Lil Wayne (Bass Boosted)
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Lyrics:
[Drake]
Im the f-ckin man, yall dont get it do ya
Type of money, everybody acting like they knew ya
Go Uptown, New York City, bitch
Some Spanish girls love me like Im Aventura
Tell Uncle Luke Im out in Miami too
Clubbing hard, f-ckin women, there aint much to do
Wrist bling, got a condo up in Biscayne
Still getting brain from a thang, aint shit changed
How you feel how you feel how you feel?
25 sittin on 25 mil
Im in the building and Im feeling myself
Rest in peace Mac Dre, Imma do it for the Bay
Okay, getting paid, well holler whenever that stop
My team good, we dont really need a mascot
Tell Tune, Light one, pass it like a relay
YMCMB, you niggas more YMCA
Me, Freddie and Marley Marl at the crib-o
Shout goes out to Niko, J and Chubbs, shouts to Gibbo
We got Santa Margherita by the liter
She know even if Im fucking with her, I dont really need her
Thats how you feel, man? Thats really how you feel?
Cause the pimpin ice cold, all these bitches wanna chill
I mean maybe she wont but then again maybe she will
I can almost guarantee she know the deal, real nigga, whats up?
[Drake]
Now she want a photo, you already know, though
You only live once: thats the motto nigga, YOLO
And we bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin on the bench, nigga, we dont really play
Every day, every day, f-ck what anybody say
Cant seem em cause the money in the way, real nigga, whats up?
[Lil Wayne]
One time? Fuck one time
Im calling niggas out like the umpire
Seven...grams in the blunt?
Almost drowned in her pussy so I swam to her butt
Its Eastside, we in this bitch
Wish a nigga would, like a tree in this bitch
And if a leaf fall put some weed in that bitch
Thats my MO, add a B to that shit
Im fucked up, torn down
Im twisted: door knob
Talk stupid? Off with your head!
Nigger money talks: Im Mr. Ed
Im so Young Money got a drum on the gun
Energizer bunny
Funny how honey aint sweet like sugar
Aint shit sweet? Niggas on the street like hookers
I tongue kiss her other tongue
Skeet skeet skeet: water gun
Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt! Tunechi
[Drake]
Now she want a photo, you already know, though
You only live once: thats the motto nigga, YOLO
And we bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin on the bench, nigga, we dont really play
Every day, every day, f-ck what anybody say
Cant seem em cause the money in the way, real nigga, whats up? Drake - The Motto Ft. Lil Wayne (Bass Boosted)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/XsTijTQrUXo/mqdefault.jpg)
![Lil Jon - Bia Bia (Bass Boosted)
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LYRICS:
[Big Kap]
Aiyyo check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin with Lil Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte
(Ludacris nigga) $hort Dog (Ay tell them niggaz whats up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga!
[Hook - repeat 2X]
Bia Bia (Get em up, get em up)
Why you actin like a - like a (Push em off, push em off)
Bia Bia (Get em up, get em up)
Why you fussin like a - like a (Push em off, push em off)
Bia Bia (Get em up, get em up)
Why you lookin like a - like a (Push em off, push em off)
Bia Bia (Get me up, get em up)
Why you frontin like a - like a (Push em off, push em off)
[Lil Jon]
Well get em up (Get em up)
Put em up (Put em up)
Stop actin like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well get em up (Get em up)
Put em up (Put em up)
Stop actin like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well where you from nigga (Where you from)
Where you from nigga (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucker where you from (Where you from)
Well where you from nigga (Where you from)
Where you from nigga (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucker where you from (Where you from)
Well represent yo shit - represent yo shit
Say fuck that clique - say fuck that clique
Represent yo shit - represent yo shit
Say fuck that clique - say fuck that clique
Well you scared (You scared) - You scared (You scared)
Stop actin like a bitch you scared (You scared)
You scared (You scared) - You scared (You scared)
Stop actin like a bitch you scared (You scared)
[Hook]
[Chyna Whyte]
Chyna Whyte dont suck no dicks or lick no nuts
Bitch I hit licks and flip bricks
Every two hours switch whips to keep the peoples off me
What you know about that No-Doz and coffee
No sleep, Im lookin 40
With three bricks in a 740
Bitch I aint got time to party
Im breakin bread with Dominican niggaz
Over a hot Bennigans dinner
Thinkin how Ima cop the 6 at the beginnin of winter
Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, thats wood grain
What you aint know, this a hood thang
All my thugs let ya wood swang
Bitches make ya ass clap
Im takin all yall ASCAP and BMI
Catch me drivin DUI
Look cause I dont give a fuck nigga Im livin to die
Who on this track fuckin with me, yall is willin to try
Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelings inside, motherfucker
[Hook]
[Ludacris]
Well pour out the Henn and Coke and fire up that dro
Its Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is sold, CLEAR! then I shocked the globe
I clock the hoes, lock dos and drop the bows
I rock the shows; pop lock and knock yo nose
You Bia Bia, I grab my .44 and mop the flo
I +Mop & Glo+; the Feds tryin to stop my dough
They claim they caught me at the docks with a flock of snow
I bring the pain - cock back and swing the thang
Yo girl mad cause she told me dont even bring the thang
And then I told her - I said its cool, get at me
And then my voice got raaaassspy
Cause I was smokin on some Cali and my eyes were dazed
I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them tres
And if you lost, Lil Jons got some Eastside ways
So stop actin like a Bia if yo ass aint blaze
[Hook]
[Too $hort]
Bitch niggaz in the house tell me whats up
A nigga slapped you in the mouth and told you shut up
Somebody holler get em and now you just a victim
Shorty tried to stick em, told the pit bull to sick em
I know he wanna run but he cant he assed out
Punched him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his pockets turned inside-out
Always hit them weak motherfuckaz right in they mouth
You better stay out the way and act like you aint havin shit
Cause niggaz will run up in yo ass like you a nasty bitch
You little bitch, thats what the callin you
Youd be a damn fool to act like you ballin dude
Mindin yo business, they grabbed you by yo collar
You feel like Marvin Gaye cause they make you wanna holler
But since you cant run, you might as well fight
Quit actin like a bitch and live a real life
You just a - Bia Bia! Lil Jon - Bia Bia (Bass Boosted)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/YIyiPc5AQZ0/mqdefault.jpg)


![Wiz Khalifa - On My Level (Ft. Too Short) (Bass Boosted)
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Requested by trs2011. In my opinion, this is one of the best tracks from Wiz Khalifa. The bass is excellent and the beat is catchy and the raps good. No copyright infringement intended. All ownership rights belong to the respective creators and producers. Enjoy!
Lyrics:
On My Level
(feat. Too $hort)
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Its the champagne pourin
Big joint rollin
Bombay sippin
No blunt smoking
Bad bitch gettin
Thick and she got some friends with her
I take em out pourin shots of liquor
Drinkin out the bottle, smiling in all my pictures
The marijuana loud so them hoes follow like twitter
nigga, you know everything Taylored
Dont rush to the bar fool, if you aint got no paper
Thats the rules, high as fuck, sloppy drunk when Im passing through
Rollin doobies up, ya hoe who we pass em to
Hit the club spend this money up, roll another one, drink, act a fool
Thats what I have to do
[Chorus]
See after drinking champagne all night
Never worry bout a damn thing, yall might
Homie Im on my level (yeh)
Im on my level (yeah)
Im on my level (yeh)
Im on my level (yeaah)
So let me take one shot to the brain
And I order three more shots
Im going in, ayy
Im on my level (yeh)
Im on my level (yeah)
Im on my level (yeh)
Im on my level (yeaah)
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2]
Spent a couple dollars on my engine
motor roaring when I back out the garage
Gin got me drunk as fuck stumbling out the bar
Plus Im struggling tryna find the keys to my car
Cause I be going hard, roll the camera
Life just like a movie, Im the star
Wish you was in my position
You too broke to play the part
Of course I keep some bad women with me in the back
Sippin Rose with some hash twistin
All about a dollar, my team in the cash gettin
Straight out the burb, we drinking we smash niggas
So when I say Im balling, that dont mean that Im playing mate
All my diamonds talkin, you can see what they sayin mayne
[Chorus]
[Too $hort]
In the middle of the night, early in the mornin
From the streets to the sheets with some freaks, I aint yawnin
Im wide awake, we aint eatin, we aint sleepin
These bitches so high man, we aint even speakin
We just freakin
You rollin with short dog baby
She was high on that pill so I fucked yo lady
Come to my house I give em everything they want
I might not dot it, but I give to ya women
Cocaine, mushrooms, ecstasy, GHB, Marijuana
She can suck it if she wanna
I got tequila, Ciroc and two freaky friends
and this a Wednesday night, this aint the weekend
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Man Im high as fuck
Man I swear Im on my level
Man Im sloppy drunk
Man I swear Im on my level
I finna pass out
man I swear Im on my level
A nigga get smashed out
Man I swear Im on my level
Man Im high as fuck
Man I swear Im on my level
Man Im sloppy drunk
Man I swear Im on my level
I finna pass out
man I swear Im on my level
A nigga get smashed out
Man I swear Im on my level
[Chorus] Wiz Khalifa - On My Level (Ft. Too Short) (Bass Boosted)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/YfoGVX1K4Fk/mqdefault.jpg)
![Baby Boy Da Prince - Naw Meen (Bass Boosted)
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Rights to Mannie Fresh (producer) and ©Republic Records (Label).
Lyrics:
Artist: Baby Boy Da Prince
Song : Naw Meen
Lyrics:
[Intro:]
Fresh we goin back home on this one right here ya heard me
See the ladies was buckin from left to right
And the dudes was thuggin from side to side
It was a bum, bum bum, bum, bum bum snap
And a ickeh ickeh fresh and i added a clap
1, 2 baby boy test the mic
And get the party jumpin for the rest of the night
[Chorus:]
Homie Im so fresh and Im so clean
My wrist on bling with a fresh so lean
Hundred dolla jeans with a grill on bean
With a bundle in my jeans and its real homie
Nawmeen ay ay nawmeen [x4]
[Verse 1:]
I step up in the club lookin freshin than them other
Ice so bright make ya eyes stevie wonder
Way down under at the bottom of the boot
I just gotta keep it real I just gotta speak
the truth (speak the truth)
Ill floss on you bitchez doin 90 on the free
gettin lost on you bitchez
If you less than 500 ima boss on you bitchez
Hustle hustle real hard rick ross on you bitchez
If ya carrots aint high I dont wanna see ya jewelry
Cuz my shit shinny and yall be all blurry
I had to get up on ya I had to do my thing
Cuz Is so fresh and Is so clean
[Chorus]
Homie Im so fresh and Im so clean
My wrist on bling with a fresh so lean
Hundred dolla jeans with a grill on bean
With a bundle in my jeans and its real homie
Nawmeen ay ay nawmeen [x4]
[Verse 2:]
Im back up in the spot, cleaner than a whistle
Count my diamonds on my neck homeboy not no
crystals
Nigga Im the shit better pass me the tissue
Red monkeys on my ass baby boy its official (its official)
Ill rock on you bitchez and my sickas dont stop
Ima watch on you bitchez
Big rims big truck gon go knock on you bitchez
Its goin down right now yung joc on you bitchez
If you aint countin stacks you aint fly like me
If you aint roll in the deck you cant ride with
me
Niggaz spit to spare clean neva eva trifflin
Holla at my nigga soul cuz the nigga on bling
[Chorus]
Homie Im so fresh and Im so clean
My wrist on bling with a fresh so lean
Hundred dolla jeans with a grill on bean
With a bundle in my jeans and its real homie
Nawmeen ay ay nawmeen [x4]
[Verse 3:]
Walkin everywhere dustin off myself
Time to flawn on you bitchez time to show my wealth
Got a loft that I bought got a condo in new york
Spendin boo cool money but i gotta play it smart (play it smart)
Im high maintain on you bitchez in a different
kind of whip switchin lanes on you bitchez
And I know you niggaz hear I do my thang on you
bitchez
I like my beat down low like the king on you
bitchez
If ya cars dont cost about 80, 90 thousand
Cuz my whips cost more than some of yall houses
I got my grill and high bean with a fresh white
tee and Im still so fresh, nawmeen?
[Chorus]
Homie Im so fresh and Im so clean
My wrist on bling with a fresh so lean
Hundred dolla jeans with a grill on bean
With a bundle in my jeans and its real homie
Nawmeen ay ay nawmeen [x4] Baby Boy Da Prince - Naw Meen (Bass Boosted)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/ZkIURaX-Hdg/mqdefault.jpg)

