Crank Dat - Soulja Boy Instrumental InstrumentalCenter 2008-11-04 | Crank Dat - Soulja Boy Instrumental Lyrics: [Chorus: x2] Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe Watch Me Crank It Watch Me Roll Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy Then Super Man Dat Hoe Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now Watch Me yua! (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now Watch Me yua! (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now Watch Me yua! (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) [Verse 1:] Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe Watch Me Lean And Watch Me Rock Super Man Dat Hoe Then 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 Yua!) I'm Jocking On Yo Bitch Ass And If We Get The Fightin Then I'm Cocking On Your Bitch You Catch Me At Yo Local Party Yes I Crank It Everyday Haterz Get Mad Cuz "I got me some bapes today" [Chorus x2] [Verse 2:] I'm Bouncin On My Toe Watch Me Super Soak Dat Hoe I'ma Pass It To Arab Then He Gon crank it up 4 sholl (sholl) Haterz Wanna Be Me Soulja Boy, I'm The Man They Be Lookin At My Neck Sayin Its The Rubberband Man (Man) Watch Me Do It (Watch Me Do It) Dance (Dance) Let Get To It (Let Get To It) Nope, You Can't Do It Like Me Hoe, So Don't Do It Like Me Folk, I See You Tryna Do It Like Me Man That Shit Was Ugly [Chorus x4] [Hook:] Im 2 clean off in this hoe Watch me crank it Watch me roll Watch me crank that roosavelt And super soak that Hoe [x10] Im to fresh up in this bitch Watch me shuffle Watch me jig Watch me crank my shoulder work Super man that bitch [x6] [Chorus x2]
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I Get It In Instrumental w/hook - 50 Cent InstrumentalCenter 2010-01-04 | Yee all I did was produce da beat den add the vocals no wut im sayinsubscribe doeI get it in - 50 Cent[Intro]Yeah, Na na na naYeah, Na na na na[Chorus]Now me I'm the life of the partyA little bit of juice, little bit of the ginA little bit of mo' play, bottles of the roseFeel a little buzz, then I'm getting it inNow me I get it in, I get it inMe I get it in, I get it inNow me I get it in, I get it inMe I get it in, I get it in[Verse 1]Look as soon as I step in the clubI swear my nigga, you can feel the attention shiftStarted around twelve ended up around twoI better leave with more hoes than I came here withI can't be responsible for what I say or I dowhen I talk intoxicatedShorty say I told her I love herI put her out the next morning saying bitch I must have been fadedI don't know what you heard about me but the word about methat I'm no trick, I'm no sucker, I'm no chumpI be in the VIP, with my niggaz round mesaying y'all can have whatever you want[Bridge]Me I get it inSunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, SaturdayThat's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday we get it inI need a drink, give me a drinkI need a drink, shorty give me a drinkI need a drink, give me a drinkI need a drink, shorty give me a drink[Verse 2]I hate to say I told you so, but I told you soI go hard when it's time to playShorty get to dropping it low, like the dancers doin the Go-Go in front of meShe know I like to see her dance, she get to breaking it downwe get the bouncing outta controlBecause I got a hell of a flow, we got paper to blowmy whole clique pop bottles galoreIt's no secret the hood done peeped itwhen we come through son, we look like breadMy '89 grind ,make my old nine shinelike we been moving bricks round this bitch for yearsI say I get it in it's because I get it innow shorty there a eight but her friend near a tenI feeling a spend my G, she fuck with me I'm into winI'm cooler than her ma then we do this shit again[Bridge]Me I get it inSunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, SaturdayThat's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday we get it inI need a drink, give me a drinkI need a drink, shorty give me a drinkI need a drink, give me a drinkI need a drink, shorty give me a drink[Chorus]Na na na na, Now me I'm the life of the partyA little bit of juice, little bit of the ginA little bit of mo' play, bottles of the roseFeel a little buzz, then I'm getting it inNow me I get it in, I get it inMe I get it in, I get it inNow me I get it in, I get it inMe I get it in, I get it in
Ransom Instrumental - Drake ft. Lil Wayne InstrumentalCenter 2010-01-04 | Ransom beatREMADE in FL so use it in your remixes!!Ransom - Drakeft. Lil Wayneyeaits drizzy babyyou already know what it isits the first time Im highits the first time I smoked in like 3 monthsIm sorry mom I had to do it to emforty I see youOh I see you homieI stay late tonight rightyou know what happen when I stay late, hehyeaboy wonderI swear its like this every single timeToronto I got youI got usyea(Lil'Drake)Im a hard gotta get along witget on a song witwhere shit be going rightwell I just flip it to the wrong shitthe team that I belong totha artists I put on witdont ever ask for nothin cause them niggaz got they own shitMe 'n Weezy like a mouthful of hot peppersblack Ferrari with the red seatsI call it playin checkersIm never doing versesIm forever giving lecturesif youre tryna meet with moneyId be happy to connect yalife is, better than its ever beenscheduling million dollar meetings with the presidentsomeone cut the lights, ohwhere is Thomas Edisongot a new condo watch me as I settle inI deserve a MTV show for me and my peopleand if you tryna zone I got a wholeswisha sweet fullrappers are liars and they women are deceitfuladding till they subtract me I never be a equallast place Drizzy is the nigga in the lead nowWeezy told me just write every single thing you need downthen he got it for me and Im happyas can be nowbout to start ballin like Im coming off a reboundyeaand I should have the most bragging rightsbecause a nigga spit crack, bag it tighthate when rappers say they tryna get they swagger rightcause I done came Im mo fire than a dragon fightfuck you pussy ass hater you should do youyou aint heard of me then you should go and get a Blues Clueoops I mean a red clueWaynes here, su woopbet he felt that like the end of a pool cuebut I aint banging I aint waving no flagIm ATF but they aint seein no badgeits heartbreak Drake I hate to see em so sadI could son you, see a little me in yo dadIm the same little boy that used to play up on Degrassihe can pocket twenty thousand to be anywhere they ask, meCash like Johnny, Banks like Ashleyburning like a Camel Lightstupid hoe ash mebut dont ask me shit about meand no the game really aint shit without meshe might have to pay me but I dick her down freewanna know if its the truth then pull the zipper down and see no homo though(Weezy f. Baby)yeauhhIm goin inDrizzy I got usThis is my promiseIma bring that barrel to them bitchesEye liners and what I make up will fuck up your skinI pick the buck up and buck buck then buck buck againI will butt fuck your friend then suck up her twinI put the buck up to him then buck buck and buck buck and buck buck againsuck nut you duck fuck your unlovin kinnow dont rub it inlike Lubriderm on a new tattoo I had tokick my princess up out my castle dad whonever had that dudealways had a black tooleven when I was at school cuz bullies arent bulletproofred scarf hoodie tooprobably aint as hood as youstupid motherfucker the only thing in the hood is youI do everything good as you know I do everything betterI get paid for every letter ABC etceterafetch a bone, like a dog motherfuckerI am goin for you neck in a sec in a sepbring it back like work in the trunkand my exit comin up yupya I am headed for the buck likebuck buck again might fly to LA and just fuck Corinnenah fuck Corinne lets get bucks againand fuckin spend them bucks and then just fuck Corinneif I told u ima do it I did itgot my city on my fittedbout to pop a lets get itlets get it motherfucker what you waitin onit is 'bout a minute past pissed and im bout to get shitty Im wit itif money is the it you want me withand ill probably just spit on the chick you wont be withand I hate a bony bitch only like em only thickand I own hiphop if you dont spit Im gon evictand I just sold a lot of property to a buyerand I think his name was kinda like drake drizzy rogers ordrizzy drake rogers im too busy to play fatherand when it comes to the game Im to willing to play harderso harder I go there he gothey chant mvp when I shoot a free-throw, CEOjazz what it dothe haters on that face and then their ass is a shoefaster than youbadder than youradder than you, etceteraI told u I get paid by the letter likeABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXY ZZ TOP, yes he rockand me and drizzy both wrote on detoxthat was just a foot notehow long can he could gowonderin when he stop?bitch when the beat stopso ima keep rockintill the sheetrock bendand that heat I sendburn skinthe endyoung mula baby, un huh
Forever Instrumental - Drake ft. Kanye West, Lil Wayne, and Eminem InstrumentalCenter 2010-01-04 | I produced this beat up in Fl brodies Thanks fo hittin dis up subscribeForever - Drake ft. Kanye West, Lil Wayne, and Eminem[Chorus]It may not mean nothing to yall,but understand nothing was done for me,so i dont plan on stopping at all,I want this sh-t forever man, ever man, ever man,Im shutting sh-t down in the mall,and telling every girl she the one for me,and i aint even planning to call,i want this sh-t forever man, ever man, ever man,[Drake]Last name ever,first name greatest,like a sprained ankle boy I aint nuttin to play with,it started off local but thanks to all the haters,i know G4 pilots on a first name basis,and your city faded off to brown, Nino,she insists she got more class, we know!swimming in the money come and find me, Nemo,if i was at the club you know I balld, chemo,drop the mixtape that sh-t sounded like an albumwhod have thought a country wide tour would be the outcomelabels want my name beside the X like Malcolmeverybody got a deal, I did it without one,yeah n-gga im about my business,killing all these rappers you would swear I had a hit list,everyone who doubted me is asking for forgiveness,if you aint been a part of it at least you got to witness,b-tches,[Chorus][Kanye West]Ever ever, Mr West is in the Building,Aint no question who about to kill em,I used to have hood dreams,big fame, big chains,i stuck my d-ck inside this life until that b-tch came,I went hard all fall like the ball teams,just so I can make it rain all spring,yall seen my story my glory,i had raped the game young,you can call it statutory,when a n-gga blow up they gon build statues for meold money Benjamin Button, whaat, nuttin,now superbad chicks giving me mcLovin,you would think I ran the world like Michelles husband,you would think these n-ggas would know me when they really doesntlike they was down with the old me no you f-cking wasnt,youre such a f-cking loser,he didnt even go to class Bueller,trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back,lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.comremember she had that bad hip like a fanny pack,chasing that stardom would turn you into a maniac,all the way in Hollywood and I cant even act,they pull their cameras out and God damn they snap,I used to want this thing forever yall can have it back,[Chorus][Lil Wayne]Ok, hello its da martian,space jam Jordans,I want this sh-t forever wake up and smell the Garden,fresher than the harveststep up to the target,if i had one guess than I guess im just New Orleans,and I will never stop like im running from the cops,hop up in my car and told my chauffeur to the top,life is such a f-cking roller coaster then it drops,but what should I scream for this is my theme park,my minds shine even when my thoughts seem dark,pistol on my side you dont wanna hear that thing talk,let the king talk check the price and pay attention,Lil Wayne thats what they got to say or mention,lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.comIm like Nevada in the middle of the summer,im resting in the lead I need a pillow and a cover,shhh, my foots sleeping on the gas,no brake pads no such thing as last,[Chorus][Eminem]There they go back in stadiumsas Shady spits his flow,nuts they go, macadamia they go so ballistic whoa,we can make them look like bosos,hes wondering if he should spit this slow,f-ck no go for broke,his cup just runneth over oh nohe aint had a buzz like this since the last time that he overdosed,theyve been waiting patiently for Pinnochio to poke his nose,back into the game and they know,rap will never be the same as before,bashing in the brains of these hoes,and establishing a name as he goes,the passion and the flame is ignited,you cant put it out once we light it,this sh-t is exactly what the f-ck that im talking about when we riot,you dealin with a few true villianswho stand inside of the booth truth spillin,lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.comand spit true feelings, until our tooth fillings come flying up out of our mouthsnow rewind itpayback muthaf-cka for the way that you doubted me so hows it taste?when I slap the taste out your mouth with the bass so loud that it shakes the place,im hannibal lecter so just in case your thinking of saving face,you aint gonna have no face to save by the time Im through with this place,so Drake.[Chorus]
I Luv Your Girl - The Dream Instrumental InstrumentalCenter 2008-11-09 | I Luv Your Girl - The Dream Instrumental LYRICS INTRO MM MMM THE AMERICAN DREAM...MMM...MMM DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN AHHH BAAM...BAAM RADIO KILLA SHOULD BEAT THE TRACK UP LIKE GORRILAS I... I, I, I, VERSE 1 WE UP IN THE CLUB(CLUB) I SEE HER DO HER THANG(THANG) YOU MIGHT WANNA RAP(RAP) BUT SHE'LL MAKE YOU SING(SING) SEE I WAS ON HER(HER) AND SHE WAS ON HIM(HIM) SHE ALL ON MY THANG(THANG) GOT MY THANG ON HER HIP(HIP) SHE ATL POP(POP) DON'T KNOW HOW TO ACT(ACT) SHE LEFT FOR ONE SONG(SONG) AND CAME RIGHT BACK(BACK) GRINDIN' ON ME(ME) THE REST OF THE NIGHT(NIGHT) HER MAN START MUGGIN(MUGGIN) HE CAN SEE IT IN MY EYES CHORUS LIL MAMA SO HOOD (I LUV YOUR GIRL) LIL MAMA STAY FLY (I LUV YOUR GIRL) WIFE BEATER WITH THE DENIM (I LUV YOUR GIRL) SHE KEEP THEM HEELS ON HIGH (I LUV YOUR GIRL) MAN LOOK AT SHAWTY ROLL (I LUV YOUR GIRL) MAN LOOK AT SHAWTY GO, GO, GO (I LUV YOUR GIRL) IM SORRY I GOT IT IN FOR YOUR GIRLFRIEND NOW SHE RUNNIN' FINGERS THROUGH HER HAIR HE TRYNA CALL HER OVER THERE BUT SHE LIKE F**K THAT NIGGA SHE DROP IT DOWN TO THE FLOOR IM LIKE SHAWTY YOU SHOULD GO BUT SHE LIKE F**K THAT NIGGA CALL IT ENVY I WANT HER ON ME ALL UP IN MY HEAD NOW SHE IN MY BED I...I,I,I VERSE 2 ME AND LIL SHAWTY IN THE BACK(BACK) TALKIN BOUT THIS(THIS) TALKIN BOUT THAT(THAT) I GOT HER ON MY THROME(THROME) SHE ACTIN ALL BAD(BAD) YOUR GIRL CHOSE ME DONT BE MAD KELLY TOLD YALL DONT BRING EM IN THE CLUB THE WAY SHE ROCK THAT GOT THAT BOY IN LOVE AND I PRAY THAT Y'ALL AINT SERIOUS CAUSE SERIOUSLY SHE'S ON MY DICK CHORUS LIL MAMA SO HOOD (I LUV YOUR GIRL) LIL MAMA STAY FLY (I LUV YOUR GIRL) WIFE BEATER WITH THE DENIM (I LUV YOUR GIRL) SHE KEEP THEM HEELS ON HIGH (I LUV YOUR GIRL) MAN LOOK AT SHAWTY ROLL (I LUV YOUR GIRL) MAN LOOK AT SHAWTY GO, GO, GO (I LUV YOUR GIRL) IM SORRY I GOT IT IN FOR YOUR GIRLFRIEND NOW SHE RUNNIN' FINGERS THROUGH HER HAIR HE TRYNA CALL HER OVER THERE BUT SHE LIKE F**K THAT NIGGA SHE DROP IT DOWN TO THE FLOOR IM LIKE SHAWTY YOU SHOULD GO BUT SHE LIKE F**K THAT NIGGA CALL IT ENVY I WANT HER ON ME ALL UP IN MY HEAD NOW SHE IN MY BED I...I,I,I BRIDGE IM THE AMERICAN DREAM USUALLY YOU WONT SEE ME HATE...ON ANOTHER DUDE MY HEART GOT ME UP IN HERE WILLING TO SEPERATE YOU...FROM YOUR BOO SHE ON ME AND IM ON HER WE WALKIN OUT THE CLUB, SHAWTY WHAT'S UP? MMMM...I WANT HER IN THE WORST WAY PLUS I JUST FOUND OUT THAT IT'S HER BIRTHDAY CHORUS LIL MAMA SO HOOD (I LUV YOUR GIRL) LIL MAMA STAY FLY (I LUV YOUR GIRL) WIFE BEATER WITH THE DENIM (I LUV YOUR GIRL) SHE KEEP THEM HEELS ON HIGH (I LUV YOUR GIRL) MAN LOOK AT SHAWTY ROLL (I LUV YOUR GIRL) MAN LOOK AT SHAWTY GO, GO, GO (I LUV YOUR GIRL) IM SORRY I GOT IT IN FOR YOUR GIRLFRIEND NOW SHE RUNNIN' FINGERS THROUGH HER HAIR HE TRYNA CALL HER OVER THERE BUT SHE LIKE F**K THAT NIGGA SHE DROP IT DOWN TO THE FLOOR IM LIKE SHAWTY YOU SHOULD GO BUT SHE LIKE F**K THAT NIGGA CALL IT ENVY I WANT HER ON ME ALL UP IN MY HEAD NOW SHE IN MY BED I...I,I,I OUTRO PART OF ME FEEL SO BAD BUT OOH NOT THAT BAD SITUATION GOT YOU MAD I WOULD BE TOO CAUSE DAMN SHE BAD DAMN SHE BAD BAD BAD BAD DAMN SHE BAD BAD BAD BAD YEAHH...HEH...HEH
Live Your Life - T.I featuring Rihanna Instrumental InstrumentalCenter 2008-11-09 | Live Your Life - T.I featuring Rihanna Instrumental LYRICS You're gonna be a shining star, fancy clothes, fancy car-ars. And then you'll see, you're gonna go far. Cause everyone knows, who you are-are. So live your life, ay ay ay. Instead of chasing that paper. Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay. Ain't got no time for no haters. Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay. No telling where it'll take you. Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay. Cause I'm a paper chaser. Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh) Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh) (T.I.): Nevermind what haters say, ignore em 'til they fade away. Amazing they ungreatful after all the game I gave away. Safe to say I paid the way, for you cats to get paid today. You still be wasting days away, now had I never saved the day. Consider them my protégé, how much I think they should pay. Instead of being gracious, they violate in a major way. I never been a hater still I love them in a crazy way. Some say they sold yah and no they couldn't even work on Labor day. It aint that they black or white, their hands in areas the shades of grey. I'm West side anyway, even if I left the day and stayed away. Some move away to make a way not move away cause they afraid. I'll brought back to the hood and all you ever did was take away. I pray for patience but they make me want to melt their face away. Like I once made them spray, now I could make em put the k's away. Been thuggin' all my life, can't say I don't deserve to take a break. your would rather see me catch a case and watch my future fade away.(Rihanna): You're gonna be a shining star, fancy clothes, fancy car-ars. And then you'll see, you're gonna go far. Cause everyone knows, who you are-are. So live your life, ay ay ay. Instead of chasing that paper. Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay. Ain't got no time for no haters Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay. No telling where it'll take you. Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay. Cause I'm a paper chaser. Just living my life. (T.I.): I'm the opposite of moderate, immaculately polished with the spirit of a hustler and the swagger of a college kid. Allergic to the counterfeit, impartial to the politics. Articulate but still a grab a ______ by the collar quick. Whoever having problems with their record sales just holla 'tip. If that don't work and all us fail, then turn around and follow 'tip. I got love for the game but ay I'm not in love with all of it. I do without the fame and rappers nowadays are comically. The hootin' and the hollerin', back and forth with the arguing. Where you from, who you know, what you make and what kind of car you in. Seems as though you lost sight of whats important when depositing them checks into your bank account and you up out of poverty. Your values is in disarray, prioritizing horribly. Unhappy with the riches cause you ____ poor morally. Ignoring all prior advice and fore warning. And we might in full of ourselves all of a sudden aren't we? (Rihanna): You're gonna be a shining star, fancy clothes, fancy car-ars. And then you'll see, you're gonna go far. Cause everyone knows, who you are-are. So live your life, ay ay ay. Instead of chasing that paper. Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay. Ain't got no time for no haters Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay. No telling where it'll take you. Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay. Cause I'm a paper chaser. Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh) Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh) Got everybody watchin what I do Come walk in my shoes And see the way I'm livin if you really want to Got my mind on my money And I'm not goin nowhere So keep on gettin your paper And keep on climbing Look in the mirror and keep on shining Till the game ends, till the clock stops We gon' post up on the top spot Livin the life, the life In a brand new city got my whole team with me The life, my life I do what I wanna do I'm livin my life, my life I will never lose, I'm livin my life, my life And I'm not stopping So live your life!
Got Money - T-Pain featuring Lil Wayne Instrumental InstrumentalCenter 2008-11-04 | Got Money - T-Pain featuring Lil Wayne Instrumental Lyrics: [Intro (T-Pain/Lil Wayne)] Yeah I need a Winn Dixie grocery bag full of money right now to the VIP section You got Young Mula in the house its amazing baby Hahah yeah Young Yeah Yeah Young Yeah Young Mula baby [Chorus (T-Pain):] If you got money, and you know it Take it out your pocket and show it Then throw it like This a way (uh huh) That a way (uh huh) This a way (uh huh) That a way (yeah) If you get mugged from everybody you see Then hang over the wall of the VIP like This a way (uh huh) That a way (uh huh) This a way (uh huh) That a away [Verse 1 (Lil Wayne)] I was bouncing through the club she love the way I ditty bop I see her boyfriend hating like a city cop Now I ain't never been a chicken but my fitted cocked Said I ain't never been a chicken but my semi cocked Now where ya bar at?...I'm trying run it out And we so bout it bout it, now what are you bout? DJ showed them love, he said my name when the music stop Young money Lil Wayne, then the music drop I make it snow, I make it flurry I make it all back tomorrow don't worry Yeah Young Wayne on then hoes AKA Mr. Make it rain on them hoes (Young money) [Chorus (T-Pain/Lil Wayne)] [Verse 2 (Lil Wayne)] It go 1 for the money, 2 for the show Now clap your hands if you got a bankroll (Chris) yeah, like some clap on lights in this bitch I'm gonna be clappin all night in this bitch Lights off, mask on, creep silent She smiling He muggin, who cares Cause my goons, are right here Like its nothing, to a big dog And I am a Great Dane, I wear 8 chains I mean so much ice, they yell "Skate Wayne" She wanna fuck Weezy She wanna rape Wayne [Chorus T-Pain/Lil Wayne] OK it's young Wayne on them hoes AKA Mr. Make it rain on them hoes [Verse 3 (Lil Wayne)] Like yeah, and everyone say it Mr. Rain Man can we have a rainy day Bring an umbrella, please bring an umbrella Ella, Ella, Ella, EH Bitch ain't shit but a hoe and a trick But you know it ain't tricking if you got it You know we ain't fucking, if you not thick And ill cool your ass down if you think you hot shit So Rolex watch this I do it four five six My click-clack go da-black-po-pip And just like it I blow that shit Cause, bitch I'm the bomb like TICK, TICK (BITCH!) [Chorus T-Pain/Lil Wayne] Yeah it's Young Wayne on them hoes AKA Mr. Make it rain on them hoes Yeah young Wayne on them hoes Make a stripper fall in love T-Pain on them hoes (uh huh) Umm, Young Mula baby!
Cant Believe It - T-Pain featuring Lil Wayne Instrumental InstrumentalCenter 2008-11-04 | Can't Believe It - T-Pain featuring Lil Wayne Instrumental Lyrics: (she make me feel so good better than i would by myself or if was with somebody else) (she make the people say yeah,yeah) I can put you in the log cabin somewhere in aspen Girl ain't nothing to the pain and trickin if you got it what you askin....for Put you in the mansion somewhere in wiscansin (wisconsin) Like i said ain't nothing to the pain we can change are last name what happnin? Cause you look so good Tell me why you wanna work here? I put you on the front page of a king magazine,but you gon get yourself hurt Eh,baby i bought you in the back just to have a conversation Really think you need some venalation Lets talk about yoooh & meeee Oh, I can't believe it ooo ooo she all on me man,man, i think she want me(want me) Nah I can't leave her lonely... naww (x2) And you don't understand she make the people say yeahhh,yeahhh,yeahhh She hit the main stage she make the people say yeahhh,yeahhh,yeahhh I could put you in the condo All the way up in Toronto Baby put you in the furcoat ridin the Murciélago I put you in the beach house right on the edge of Costa Rica Put one of em lil flowers in your hair have you looking like a fly mamacita (huego) Cuz you look so good You make me wanna spend it all on ya Get up out this club slide with ya boy We can do what you wanna Yeah baby i brought you in the back cuz you need a lil persuasion, plus you need a lil ventalation let's talk about youuu and meeeee [i can't believe it Lyrics On http://www.elyricsworld.com ] Oh I can't believe it OO OO she all on me(on me) Man Man i think she want me Nah i can't leave her lonley...naww (x2) And you don't understand she make the people say yeahhh,yeahhh,yeahhh She hit the main stage she make the people say yeahhh,yeahhh,yeahhh, [Lil Wayne] Now i can put your ass ohhh keep running your mouth And if yo brothers come trippin ima show em wat dese teardrops fo' Shawty i was just playing ohh but i can take you the caymen...islands and have you screaminn and hollerin aww then we gone be making... Love on the beach the people see what we doing Awww they pointin and moooovin And ohh but we gone keep on doing....it Like its just me and you and nobody else around went down on the balcony, and I ain't talking no Penthouse Suite, Shawty like a model out da Penthouse Sheets, Thats why i got her on ma' Penthouse Sheets. Oh I can't believe it OO OO she all on me(on me) Man Man i think she want me Nah i can't leave her lonley...naww (x2) And you don't understand she make the people say yeahhh,yeahhh,yeahhh She hit the main stage she make the people say yeahhh,yeahhh,yeahhh,
A Milli - Lil Wayne Instrumental InstrumentalCenter 2008-11-04 | A Milli - Lil Wayne Instrumental Lyrics: [Intro] Young Money Ya Digg Yeah Mac I'm goin in [Verse 1] A Millionaire, I'm a Young Money Millionaire Tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career Just isn't fair I'm a venereal disease Like a menstrual bleed Threw the pencil it leak On the sheet of the tablet in my mind Cause I don't write shit Cause I ain't got time Cause my seconds, minutes, hours Go to the almighty dollar And the almighty power Of dat chit cha cha chopper Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter Father muthaf**ka copper Got da maserati dancin On the bridge pussy poppin Tell the coppers Hahaha you can't catch Em You can't stop Em I go by them goon rules If you can't beat Em Then you bop Em You can't man Em Then you mop Em You can't stand Em Then you drop Em You pop Em Cause we pop Em Like Orville Redenbacher [Verse 2] Muthaf**ka I'm Ill Yeah A Million here A Million there Sicilian bitch with long hair With coke in her derriere Like smokin the thinest air I open the Lamborghini Hopin them crackers see me Like look at that bastard Weezy He's a beast He's a dog He's a muthaf**kin' problem Ok your a goon But what's a goon to a goblin Nothin' nothin' you ain't scarin' nothin' On some faggot bullshit Call em Dennis Rodman Call me what you want bitch Call me on my Sidekick Never answer when it's private Damn I hate a shy Bitch Don't u hate a shy bitch Yeah I ate a shy bitch She ain't shy no more She changed her name to My bitch Yea nigga that's my bitch So when she ask for the Money When you through Don't be surprised bitch And it ain't trickin if u got it But u like a bitch with no ass You ain't got shit Muthaf**ka I'm Ill, not sick And I'm ok but my watch sick Yea my drop sick Yea my glock sick And my knot thick I'm it Muthaf**ka I'm Ill... [Verse 3] See They say I'm rappin like BIG Jay And Tupac Andre 3000 Where is Erykah Badu at Who that Who that said they gon beat Lil Wayne My name ain't Bic But I keep dat flame man Who that one that do that boy Ya knew that, chew dat, Swallow And I be the shit Now u got loose bowels I don't owe you like two vowels But I would like for u to pay me by the hour And I'd rather be pushin flowers Then to be in the penn sharin' showers Tony told us this world was ours And the bible told us every girl was sour Don't play in her garden And don't smell her flower Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower Boy I got so many bitches Like I'm Mike Lowry Even Gwen Stefani Said she couldn't doubt me Muthaf**ka I say life Ain't shit without me Chrome lips pokin out The coupe like it's poutin I do what I do and u do What u can do about it Bitch I can turn a crack rock Into a mountian Dare me Don't u compare me Cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see but they hear me They don't feel me but they fear me I'm Illi [Outro] C3 3Peat Hmhmhm
