[Da Brat]
get yo’ ass asthma with all that coughing, yeah [COUGH]
Eve where you at? Ayo Trina where you at? [laughing]
Ayo Brat
Picture this, Eve walking down the street with two gats by her side
The one on her right Trina, the one on her left I
In a high holster, studded in rhinestone
Ready to cock back, we bust and your mind blown
Just like that, braggadocious cuz I’m the dopesest Brat
Most of these niggas focus on the ass that’s fat
And I’m just so ferocious to the rhythm of a high hat
Why ask why? Cuz how, whenever I do it I buy what I wanna buy
Do what the fuck I wanna do til I die
Shinin on everybody for the world to see
My timin is always perfect, endlessly
I deserve to swerve a little and splurge alot
With the nerve I got, wearin these blindin rocks
Got Chicago, Miami, and Philly
A collabo, of three of the illest bitches, really
[Eve]
Gangsta bitch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows
Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
We the bitches that the gangstas thirst
Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong
Huh, we the bitches that the gangstas on
Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees
Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina, and gangsta Eve
[Trina]
Uh, uh, uh
Miss Purina, Trina the M-I-A bitch
Them I play wit, eenie meenie meiny mo
Pickin basically the richest nigga, for the baddest bitch
Me, Eve, and Brat, it’s banannas shit
We aint havin this, I steps on toes
In a pair of hot shorts and eight inch stelletoes
Iced out, drippin in Channell
Prada, Gucci, and all that
I make ’em fall back
Hair done, fresh metti and peticure, bikini wax
Gotta keep the cat smooth so when my nigga ask for the pussy
It’s good and wet
After just one fuck, you won’t forget
I’m made up in the tropics gettin sunburned
Bare ass out with the diamond thong on
Nigga you thought you got yo’ freak on in Japan
But I was gettin my creep on with yo’ man
Cuz I’m a hot bitch…
[Mo’Nique]
Official Ryde or Die bitches, believe that
[Eve]
Gangsta bitch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows
Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
We the bitches that the gangstas thirst
Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong
Huh, we the bitches that the gangstas on
Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees
Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina, and gangsta Eve
[Eve]
Uh, yo
When three raw bitches get together it’s off the chain
Thought you found a spot to fill, you lost the game
Boss bitches stallion, scream they name
Hate us cuz our life right, eatin from the game
Only fuck with the realest, don’t associate with lames
How the fuck can’t you feel us? Three of the illest dames
S-C-X-Y, Trina, Brat, and oooh I
Bombshell, other bitches is true lies
I’ma keep it simple, rock how I’m meant to
Pretty with the heels on, or shitty with the Tim boots
Do it how I wanna do it, question my mind
You gon’ understand from the rest of my lines
Bitch please, you might as well be on freeze, when it’s Eve
You aint really tryin to fuck the game up, you just a tease
You don’t want it when I really get buck, you wanted peace
Have you hidin in a hole when my album got released
[Eve]
Gangsta bitch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows
Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
We the bitches that the gangstas thirst
Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong
Huh, we the bitches that the gangstas on
Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees
Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina, and gangsta Eve
Gangsta bitch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows
Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
We the bitches that the gangstas thirst
Gan
Next week, on U-62, he’s back!
And this time, he’s mad.
Gandhi II!
No more Mr. Passive Resistance.
He’s out to kick some butt.
This is one bad mother.
You don’t want to mess with him.
“Don’t move, slimeball.”
He’s a one-man wrecking crew.
But he also knows how to party.
“Gimme a steak. Medium rare.”
There is only one law–his law.
Gandhi II!
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There once was a woman with wings
Happy with the simple things
She had silk suspenders and high, heeled, stocking thighs
Helping me in my need
She was a friend, indeed
She was my baby until the day she died
Ain’t nothin’ like a gang bang
Ain’t nothin’ like a gang bang
Ain’t nothin’ like a gang bang to blow away the blues.
(repeat)
She was a woman who was twice my size
She looked into my eyes
She said “Only you can blow my blues away”
She said “I’ll tell you what to do
Bring all your friends with you
And you can come up and see me any ol’ time of day”
Ain’t nothin’ like a gang bang
Ain’t nothin’ like a gang bang
Ain’t nothin’ like a gang bang to blow away the blues, ahhh
(repeat)
There were twenty-seven guys
An unexpected surprise
She just kept on rockin’ ’til the night was gone
She was smilin’ through the tears
For a hundred and fifty years
Just lickin’ her lips and helpin’ me along
Ain’t nothin’ like a gang bang
Ain’t nothin’ like a gang bang
Ain’t nothin’ like a gang bang to blow away the blues.
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Yo?, this is for the streets, okay
This is for the streets, uh (Ooh…woo…)
You know I keeps it gangsta (Woo)
You know I keeps it gangsta (Woo)
Holler at me (Ooh..ooh…)
Yeah, uh, come on
With so much drama in the NYC
I?m tryin? to make this dollar, only got fifteen
I?m from where grass don?t grow and the birds don?t sing
Where police be wildin?, but my crew is (?Bout it, ?bout it)
This little life of mine (You see)
Had me sittin? on 20s ?fore I turned 16
Wouldn?t trade it in for anything
And I got nothin? but love
I?ve got love for these streets
And the streets got love for me
Gotta keep it gangsta {Gangsta} every day
Can?t change what?s inside of me (Woo…whoa, whoa)
So they can take me out the streets
But can?t take the streets out of me
I?m gon? still be gangsta {Gangsta}, yeah
?Cause the streets gon? ride for me (Hey, yeah)
It?s like everywhere I go, everywhere that I be
Streets biggin? me up from West to East
Down to the dirty-dirty and overseas
They be showin? love, so all my people throw it up
We gon? always shine (You?ll see)
?Cause anytime I needed you, you was there for me
You?re my heart, my soul, and you?re why I sing
I got nothing but love
I?ve got love for these streets (Love for these streets)
And the streets got love for me
I?m gon? keep it gangsta {Gangsta} every day
Can?t change what?s inside of me (Whoa, whoa)
So they can take me out the streets (Hey…)
But can?t take the streets out of me
I?m gon? still be gangsta {Gangsta}, yeah
?Cause the streets gon? ride for me (Whoa…)
In the morning when I rise (Morning when I rise)
You are always on my mind (Yeah, yeah)
When I go to bed at night (Go to bed at night)
You will still be by my side (Yeah, yeah)
You never let me down (Never let me down)
So I?ll never let you go (Go)
This is dedicated to the streets (The streets)
You got my heart (My heart)
I?ve got love for these streets (Love for these streets)
And the streets got love for me
So I?m gon? keep it gangsta {Gangsta}, yeah, yeah
Can?t change what?s inside of me (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
So they can take me out the streets (Take me out the streets)
But can?t take the streets out of me
But I?m gon? still be gangsta {Gangsta}, yeah
?Cause the streets gon? ride for me (Yeah, yeah)
I?ve got love for these streets (Love for these streets)
And the streets got love for me
I?m gon? always be gangsta {Gangsta}
Can?t change what?s inside of me (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
So they can take me out the streets (Take me out the streets)
But can?t take the streets out of me
And I?m gon? still be gangsta (Gangsta), yeah
?Cause the streets gon? ride for me (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
This is for my streets
Go ?head with your gangsta self
Uh, uh, uh, this is for my streets
So go ?head with your gangsta self
I see you, I see you
Okay, okay
Uh, this is for my streets
For my gangsta self
I?ve got love for these streets (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the streets got love for me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah {Gangsta}
Can?t change what?s inside of me (I?m gon? still be gangsta)
So they can take me out the streets (Take me out the streets)
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[Trick Daddy]
And the winner is, Trick Diesel
Facemob
My nigga Baby, ha ha
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
[Chorus]
You know me, ‘T’ double, you know I’m a G
Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker
But it was like you, you a pussy nigga
But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker
[Trick Daddy]
Went to a eight ball from a dime piece
Ship dat, flip dat, bought a nine piece in five weeks
Shit lookin’ good but I think slammin’
Me and my dawg passed up bought a block and a half
Sellin’ O’s or betta clockin a fag
Bout four, five slugs and we was bustin’ they ass
Gotta keep my bread in a safe place
We up with my hitchens in undisclosed locations
Hey yo I got the llello, you got the money
Try nothin’ funny and I don’t buy dummies
Every ounce betta bounce back
And every brick that I break up
It all betta flake up
And when that shit hit the waters
Shit go to ballin’
That dope all betta fall in
I bought coke back on 84
Back when wood used to get them bricks from the Birdo
And when I hit him I want to hurt him
And on cutlass I wanna hit it
They ass gon’ feel it
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Ay, ay, ay, ay
It’s the kid wit the bricks taped up in the grill
Mmmm Hmmmm Cadillac that is
Wit that rag top bubbly E class burnin’ rubber
You the number 1 stunna ma show a lil somthin’
Ay, ay roll a lil somethin’
Mmmm Hmmmm blow a lil somethin’
I got them thangs for a lil nothin’
If you got a lil money I’ma throw a lil somethin’
Bump this nigga
Mmmm Hmmmm fuck you nigga
We aint from ’round here dumpin’ on niggas
But ay Trick Daddy battle up for this nigga
Well let me get to my hustle (hustle)
I got bricks, grams, and bundles (bundles)
I got ki’s in the muffler
Birdman daddy CMB motherfucker
[Chorus]
[Scarface]
Face mob, right back at ya
With O’s like cookies I flip like spatulas
99.9 of the time I’m on the grind
Bricked up and breakin’ em down
I got to admit the dope game gravy
3 zippers balled up you bring back 80
You learn to swell you might see double
Remember you can’t sell bubble
So here it is fool
I play the game where its no rules
Givin’ you lessons from the old school
You don’t get high off your own supply
And when a motherfucker cross you make sure he die
Make the next man know he got to think about the payback
This shit go deeper than me rapping or me say that
Ask my nigga Trick Daddy, ask my nigga Baby
Been like that since the early 80’s
[Chorus] |
(Joe South)
Oh the games people play now
Every night and every day now
Never meaning what they say now
Never saying what they mean
Oh they whine away the hours
In their ivory towers
Til they’re covered up with flowers
In the back of a black limousine
La la la mmm da da da
La la la mmm da da dee
I’m talkin’ ’bout you and me
And the games people play
Oh they make one another cry
Break their hearts and they say good-bye
Cross their heart and they hope to die
That the other was to blame
Neither one will ever give in
So they gaze at an eight by ten
Thinkin’ ’bout the way it might have been
And it’s a dirty rotten shame
La la la mmm da da da
La la la mmm da da dee
I’m talkin’ ’bout you and me
And the games people play
Oh they teach how to meditate
Read your horoscope and teach you faith
The furthermore the hell with hate
Come on and get on board
Look around and tell me what you see
What’s a-happenin’ to you and to me
God grant me the serenity
To just remember who I am
La la la mmm da da da
La la la mmm da da dee
I’m talkin’ ’bout you and me
And the games people play
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Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane
Jane plays with Willi, Willi is happy again
Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt
Adolf builts a bonfire, Enrico plays with it
-Whistling tunes we hid in the dunes by the seaside
-Whistling tunes we’re kissing baboons in the jungle
It’s a knockout
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers-war without tears
Games without frontiers-war without tears
Jeux sans frontieres
Andre has a red flag, Chiang Ching’s is blue
They all have hills to fly them on except for Lin Tai Yu
Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games
Hiding out in tree-tops shouting out rude names
-Whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside
-Whistling tunes we piss on the goons in the jungle
It’s a knockout
If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers-wars without tears
If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers-war without tears
Games without frontiers-war without tears
Jeux sans frontieres
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Oh the games people play now
Every night and everyday now
Never meanin’ what they say now
Never sayin’ what they mean
Why they waol away the hours
In their ivory towers
To be covered up with flowers
In the back of a black limosene
Oh, we made one another cry
Break our hearts when we say goodbye
Cross our hearts and hope to die
“Cept the other one’s to blame
Neither one will ever feel it
So we gaze at an 8 by 10
Thinkin’ ’bout things that might have been
OW, It’s a dirty rotten shame
CHORUS:
Latten da latten da da da
Latten da latten da da de
Talkin’ ’bout you and me
And the games people play
People walkin up a to ya
Singin Glory Hallelujah
Sayin’ what the hell’s it to ya
If I do it in the name of the Lord
Gonna teach you how to meditate
Read your horoscope, cheat your fate
Brother I’m gonna elevate
Come on let’s get on board
Chorus (x2)
Look around tell me what you see
What’s happenin’ to you and me
God grant me the serenity
To remember who I am
Cause you’re givin up your sanity
For your pride and your vanity
Turn your back on humanity
OW, When you don’t give a damn
Not a damn
CHORUS
Latten da Latten da da da
Latten da Latten da da de
Talkin’ bout everybody
Talkin’ bout you
Ah you and me
You and me
I’m a talkin bout the games
The games we all play
Latten da Latten da da da (La da da)
Latten da Latten da da de (Latten da da de)
Oh the games
Talkin’ bout the games people play
Latten da latten da da da
Latten da latten da da de (Repeat to fade) |
I’m tired of sittin’ here thinkin’ bout you
Where you goin’, who you wit, and why you ain’t called yet
When the next set a table for two
With massage, roses and everything
You used to give me, now is gone
Out of my mind is where I don’t belong
Already said be careful what you do to me
Cuz it might come back to you
Chorus
Why you wanna play games, I ain’t got time
Ya see, I can play it better than ya
Makin’ me feel like I should play the same games
Do you really wanna?
Still playin’ games, I ain’t got time
Ya see, I can play it better than ya
Makin’ me feel like I should play the same games
Do you really wanna?
You know I could be out there doin’ the fool
With the next nigga wanna spend some time with me
Even though I’d rather be with you
It’s like, outta sight, outta mind
What do you expect for me to feel
I ain’t got the time to sit and fade around
Thinkin’ bout where you goin’, why you ain’t called
Who you wit, whachu doin’
And I don’t know what you talkin’ about
You say you need some time to find yourself
It only sounds like another excuse
Must be someone else
That you been givin’ all your time
Probably trickin’ every dime
While I pay the car note, pay the rent
Pay the phone bill
You really need to stop your playin’ games
Chorus
Bridge
See, if I didn’t answer my cell
Would you trip out?
And if I didn’t answer my page
Would you freak out?
If I stayed all night at the club
Would you bug out?
And if I had numbers in my pants
Would you check out?
If I put my girls before you
Would you stress out?
Late night calls from my ex
Would you be out?
Tricks are for kids silly rabbit, I’m grown
Please take your games, go on
Play it on your own
Chorus x2 & Bridge
See, I can play it better |
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