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24's - - T.I.
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
in a drop top chevy with the roof wide open my partners looking at me to see if my eyes open cause I've been drankin, and
I've
been smokin and flying down 285 but I'm focused its a four fifty four SS, I raise Porches white leather seats,
as fresh
as air forces doing 'bout a hundred but the track still bumping number 8 on NWA straight out of Compton pull up at your
apartment sitting on 20 something and the dope boys, saying the kids running in the clicks start dealing and the broads start
choosing and the cars been parked but the rims keep moving
sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood cause I
ain't Hollywood, I come from the hood I'm use to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating 24 inch jays got the
chevrolet shaking
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
I'll make a mill and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest at the age of seventeen, entertaining the rides, I want the best I
refuse
to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my keys been paying my dues since 89, trying to get my cheese diamonds gleam when I'm on the
scene, they know its me aint no dream or no fantasy b*tch its T I P brought busting, like a baby do a blanket 5 karats on my
motherfucking pinkie, half of hennessy and belevedere what we dranking, pimps send for broads what the hell you niggas
thinkin, yall niggas spend a weekend in the islands in the fall, 24 inch rim shining when I'm riding cause I'm ballin I'm
calling out shots like a pool shark my tools spark, when I fool yall, yall fools hard in the wrong place and the wrong time,
got a strong mind to grab my dro nine, and shoot at your ass for a long time but I'm a get that ass, all dog, fuck around
with
the click get shot like a dick with a stick, cause yall lost cause I'm a ball at all costs, spit game at a dame, look
around at this thang till she falls off
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
I'm not bouncing little shorty, I'm relaxing right now I probably still be trappin if I wasnt rapping right now bragging
about pistols at the house, guess whos strapped right now keep a talking I'm a lay you on your back right now wanta act
right now,get smacked right now, I'm a bankhead motherfucka I dont know to back down, clown down talking to your friends,
talking about
what you making I'm 21 in 10 deep, that shit to me ain't nothing , getting played by the niggas getting head, for the
change,
my lead wanta spray and your dead with decay, they ain't ready for the raidpay heavy for the yay, tell my class to kiss my
ass, I make a 11 everyday
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my niggas roll
99 Problems - - Jay-Z
If your havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood stupid what type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes in your zapitos
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin doe
I'm like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if i don't play they show
They don't play my hits well i don't give a shit SO
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give em more cash for ads...fuckers
I don't know what you take me as
or understand the intellegence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to ritches nigga i ain't dumb
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin law
I got two choices yall pull over the car or
Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor
Now i ain't tryin to see no highway chase with jake
Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case
So i...pull over to the side of the road
And i heard "Son do you know why i'm stoppin you for?"
Cause i'm young and i'm black and my hats real low
Do i look like a mind reader sir, i don't know
Am i under arrest or should i guess some mo?
"Well you was doin fifty five in a fifty four"
"Liscense and regestration and step out of the car"
"Are you carryin a weapon on you i know alot of you are"
I ain't steppin out of shit all my papers legit
"Do you mind if i look round the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
And i know my rights so you gon' need a warrent for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?"
"Or somebody important or somethin?"
Nah i ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9's come"
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy
But a pussy havin no God Damn sense, try and push me
I tried to inore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type loud as a motor bike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's gonna happen is i'mma get to clappin
He and his boys gon be yappin to the captain
And there i go traped in the kit kat again
Back through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratchin again
Paparatzi's with they cameras snappin them
D.A. tred to give the nigga the shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail cause i'm African
All because ths fool was horrasin them
Tryin to play the boy like hes saccarin
But ain't nothin sweet 'bout how i hold my gun
I got 99 problems but this bitch ain't one
Hit me
You're crazy for this one Rick
It's your boy
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