Jeezy – Oh Yea Lyrics



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[Intro: Jeezy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright, alright
104
Oh yeah
Yeah, what’s up?
Uh, uh

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Dropped two-fifty on the vert
And I got it all out the dirt
Oh yeah, feds hit the spot on the first
12 lost two when it hurt (Goddamn)
Oh yeah, caught a cell charge, made bail
Then I went and bought me a scale
Oh yeah, is the nigga blind? I can’t tell
He readin’ them bricks like braille
Oh yeah, dawg touched down from the feds
Say he ’bout to dig up his bread
Oh yeah, chopper get to choppin’ ’bout the bread
Cost that boy an arm and a leg
Oh yeah, used to get the Remy out of trunks
I was really, really, really in the hood
Oh yeah used to get the bricks from Lauderdale
When I’m down there I’m really, really good

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Rolex before the record deal (Swear to God, nigga)
Traphouse did five mil’
Why these niggas don’t like me?
And yet they tryna be just like me
Oh yeah, came straight from the dope game
Still smellin’ like a whole thing
My wrist sore, I need some Rogaine
Flex dancin’ like Soul Train
How you want it, nine or the TEC?
The money counter faster than a jet
Oh yeah, bitch called twice, she got nerves, man
95 South, she got curves, man
Started off hustling on the curb, man
Hit ’em with the brrt, bought a bird, man
Oh yeah, you either get it or you got it
Just know you can’t live without it (What’s up?)

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah

[Interlude: Jeezy]
What’s up?
You already know what this shit is, nigga (Oh yeah)
Either you got it or you don’t
Either you got it or you gon’ go get it, nigga
Oh yeah, what? Yeah
Why he got a gun on him?
Multi-milli’
But we still movin’ like that though
Huh, woop
104, nigga
This shit for real, nigga, hah
Ball Greezy, I see you, baby
Haha, ah
Lauderdale, what they do, get them M’s up, nigga
Huh, Snow

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah



James Brown – Hustle!!! (Dead On It) Lyrics



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OW! Hustle time!
OW!

Hustle, baby, ah-ha, oh yeah
Do the Hustle, baby, ah-ha, oh yeah
Hustle, baby, ah-ha, oh yeah
Do the Hustle, baby, ah-ha, oh yeah

Grind and grind and grind until your backbone slips
Do the nasty Hustle then you turn around your funky hips
Turn around quick and get in a slump
Then shake your money maker, do the double bump

And do the Hustle, baby, ah-ha, oh yeah
Do the Hustle, baby, ah-ha, oh yeah
Do the Hustle, do the double bump
Hustle, do the double bump
Hustle, do the double bump
Hustle, do the double bump
Hustle, do the double bump
Hustle, do the double bump
Hustle, do the double bump
Hustle, do the double bump
Hustle, do the double bump

Ah-ha, do the Hustle, baby, ah-ha (Do the double bump), oh yeah
Hustle, baby, ah-ha (Do the double bump)
Hustle, baby, oh yeah (Do the double bump), ah-ha
Hustle, baby, ah-ha (Do the double bump)
Take your hips, turn ’em around and around and around and around
Make your waist go around and around and around, every pound, WOO!
(Do the double bump, hustle)
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, hustle, baby, ah, oh yeah
Hustle, baby (Do the double bump)
Oh, hustle, baby, ah-ha, oh yeah
Hustle, baby (Do the double bump)
They’re doing the Hustle on the Soul Train
They’re doing the Hustle at a party out of Atlanta
They hustle (Do the double bump)
Say it! (Hustle, do the double bump)

(Hustle, do the double bump)
They hustlin’ the job, man
(Hustle, do the double bump)
Mmm
(Hustle, do the double bump)
They hustlin’ on the job, man
(Hustle, do the double bump)
They hustlin’ on party, Detroit
(Hustle, do the double bump)
Chocolate City, D.C
(Hustle, do the double bump)
B-more town, Baltimore
(Hustle, do the double bump)
Philly, in the Apple
(Hustle, do the double bump)

Good God
Hustle, baby, ah-ha, oh yeah
Hustle, baby, oh yeah
Hustle, baby, ah-ha (Do the double bump)
Looka here, turn your hips, turn ’em ’round quick
Get in a slump and then you shake your hips
Uh (Hustle, do the double bump)
Turn ’em down (Hustle, do the double bump)
Turn ’em, ah-ha-hey-hey
(Hustle, do the double bump)
Ay-hey-hey-hey (Hustle, do the double bump)
Over there, do the Hustle
Over there, do the Hustle, get on up
Double bump, do the double bump
Hustle (Do the double bump)
Do it in L.A., do it in Miami
Do it in Atlanta, do it in Charlotte
Do it Nashville, do it in Hartford, do it in Boston
Do it in Newark, do it in, do it in
Do it in your hometown if you want to
Do it in Jacksonville, Orlando, Mobile, New Orleans
They doin’ it, good God
(Hustle, do the double bump)
Do it
(Hustle, do the double bump)
Hustle, do the double bump
(Hustle, do the double bump)
(Hustle, do the double bump)

Chevy Woods – Gang Shit Only

[Verse 1]
Watch a nigga go beast mode
Marshawn Lynch shit I’m living by the G code
Never let a nigga change me
Landed out in San Fran told that bitch [?] me
Hit my nigga Berner with the wussup
They never understood us fuckin’ niggas throw my hood up
Riding in a stolen young niggas with they hood up
They ain’t get the whole bag I swear I wish they would’ve
Kevin Love with a key, off white tall white, boy I’m Dirk with the three
You ain’t allowed where I be
See them red and blue lights skrt-skrt on police

[Chorus]
I be doing hella shit
Lemme fuck you for the hell of it
Fuck that nigga he irrelevant
Shoot the fade we could settle it

[Verse 2]
I ain’t never give ’em no names
Ask my cousin had the plug with the cocaine
Doin’ 100 in a slow lane
Diamonds dancing like it’s Soul Train
Bitch it’s gang shit only, tell your baby daddy stop acting like he know me
20 shots like I’m Kobe
Panoramic roof on the Spur like Ginobli
Out the bag like Wizzle, talking all this gun shit and never shot a pistol
Boy don’t make your momma miss you
Fucking with them Taylors that’s a issue

[Chorus]
I be doing hella shit
Lemme fuck you for the hell of it
Fuck that nigga he irrelevant
Shoot the fade we could settle it

Juelz Santana – Ol Thing Back (In Studio)

[Intro]
Listen, you might learn some
Jahlil Beats, holla at me
Jadakiss where you been, where you at
This rap is wack
I want that old thing back
I want that old thing back

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Some niggas tell a lot, some niggas sell a lot
Some niggas used to be mad nice, then fell a lot
Albums still trash I don’t care who the hell you got
Portraying the role of a G, we can tell you not
Sorry to bother you, I’m only doing what a father do
Your production is horrible, you’ll forever be a nerd
And your metaphors are better off, never being heard
I came in grimy, Puff made me shiny
Put ’em both together, a protege of the 90’s
Grew up, put that bullshit behind me
Started making niggas demises untimely
Looking for me, come to the hood you could find me
Gucci belt right on the waist where the 9 be
.38 right in the garbage, where the packs at
M1 right in the trunk, where the jacks at
Whoever is in arm’s length will get backslapped
Cause I ain’t playing with these rap cats
This is the flow you can’t learn
The dutch you can’t burn
Nigga, I’ve got stripes you can’t earn

[Hook: Jadakiss]
Method Man, where you been where you at
These rap niggas is wack, I want that old thang back
Yeah, I want that old thang back
Yeah, I want that old thang back

[Verse 2: Method Man]
You got the M.E, the M.E., the M.E., the M., M., M.,
The M.E.T.H.O.D. Man
You need a dopefiend track
Let me shoot up and lean back
With this needle stuck in my arm, never tuck in my charm
Most my team sling crack
If I hit every corner with G packs
Might cause the man DC to relapse
I’m a Hip hop juggie, who needs rap?
MC’s wack, Killerbees is back in the booth
Mind your beeswax
And fuck a salary cap
We blow a cap at any Energizer bunny right where his battery at
Look, the bastard child of Clarence Thomas and Reagonomics
On every 1st and 15th make sure you pay me homage
Might break a promise but never breaking the code
Got the floor safe, coke in the pot, fiend at the stove
Meth, rock a W on my clothes
I’m a straight rider, straight to the W with these hoes
I’m straight fire, these motherfuckers is froze
Like a skinny supermodel that like to powder her nose

[Hook: Method Man]
Redman, where you been where you at
These rap niggas is wack, I want that old thang back
I want that old thang back
I want that old thang back

[Verse 3: Redman]
Yo boy, I’m like Rick James, I got that old thang
I got a gold chain, [?] with gold frames
Doc doing the runnerman on Soul Train
With a chinese girl, the chicken get Lo Mein
Propane for the raw, I put on the streets
My thoughts, the blue magic put on the beats
Game time, Doc rocket like Dominique
Play vegetarian nigga and ignore the beef
Yeah, Kyrie keep the blow smoking
Slide in the club, cool like the floor frozen
Check out the wild thang got a Tone Lōco
Big ass and high heels with the toes open
That’s me, 90’s MC
Fuck a Grammy awards, underground is tax free
Look in the mirror I feel fantastic
The mirror said ‘you are, you conceited bastard’

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
Santana, where you been where you
These rap niggas is wack, I want that old thang back
I want that old thang back
Tell ’em I want that old thang back

[Verse 4: Juelz Santana]
I came to bring the pain
Put niggas to shame, simple and plain
They gon’ remember my name
And it’s all for respect not fame
So don’t play with me
You could give ’em rope, they still can’t hang with me
Pass the baton, they still can’t race with me
So far ahead of these niggas they still chasing me
I wouldn’t be surprised if niggas ghostwriters got ghostwriters
Nothing cease to amaze you
Labels used to care, even though they was raping me
Now it’s 360 deals, modern day slavery
Fuck you, who payin’ me, I’m the one recording
We’ll settle for extortion or fame over fortune
The game done changed, the sound done changed
All these niggas sound the same
The word loyalty don’t even sound the same
Good thing I keep the pound, when it bang it always sound the same
I aim at the game, the real shall remain
Neck full of water like I drowned my chain
Flier than a nigga jumping out the plane
Higher than you niggas, you can find the strain
Better than you niggas that’s without me saying
Treat the money like the work, we don’t count, we weigh it
For this amount we aim it, blaze it, flame it
Barrel big as a shower head, you don’t want me spraying
Enough with the mumble jumble
Santana back though, can I get a drum roll?
Whole lotta kush and it’s stuffed in a fronto
Fiends still say my work taste like gumbo
Yeah, bring that old thang back
I was told to whip it up and bring the whole thang back
When I was pumping coke, you was jumping rope
I was runnin’ out of bags, you was playing tag
While you was hop scotching, I was drop shopping
At the dealer paying cash for them paper tags
While you was pop locking, I was Glock popping
Getting to the cash, brown paper bags
Blowing money fast and it never last
Yeah, they make it fast, barely make it back
Haters gonna suffer, I’m okay with that
All this garbage, time to throw away the trash

Juelz Santana – Ol Thang Back (feat. Jadakiss, Busta Rhymes, Method Man & Redman)

[Intro]
Listen, you might learn some
Jahlil Beats, holla at me
Jadakiss where you been, where you at
This rap is wack
I want that old thing back
I want that old thing back

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Some niggas tell a lot, some niggas sell a lot
Some niggas used to be mad nice, then fell a lot
Albums still trash I don’t care who the hell you got
Portraying the role of a G, we can tell you not
Sorry to bother you, I’m only doing what a father do
Your production is horrible, you’ll forever be a nerd
And your metaphors are better off, never being heard
I came in grinding, Puff made me shining
Put ’em both together, a protege of the 90’s
Grew up, put that bullshit behind me
Started making niggas demises untimely
Looking for me, come to the hood you can find me
Gucci belt right on the waist where the 9 be
.38 right in the garbage, where the packs at
M1 right in the trunk, where the jacks at
Whoever is in arm length will get backslapped
Cause I ain’t playing with these rap cats
This is the flow you can’t learn
The dutch you can’t burn
Nigga, I’ve got stripes you can’t earn

[Hook: Jadakiss]
Method Man, where you been where you at
These rap niggas is wack, I want that old thang back
Yeah, I want that old thang back
Yeah, I want that old thang back

[Verse 2: Method Man]
You got the M.E, the M.E., the M.E., the M., M., M.,
The M.E.T.H.O.D. Man
[?] need a dopefiend track
Let me shoot up and lean back
With this needle stuck in my arm, never tuck in my charm
Most my team sling crack
If I hit every corner with G packs
Might cause the man DC to relapse
I’m a Hip hop junkies, who needs rap?
MC’s wack, Killerbees is back in the booth
Mind your beeswax
And fuck a style that you got
We blow a cap at any Energizer bunny right where his battery at
Look, the bastard child of Clarence Thomas and Reagonomics
On every 1st and 15th make sure you pay me homage
Might break a promise but never breaking the code
Got the floor safe, coke in the pot, fiend at the stove
Meth, rock a W on my clothes
I’m a straight rider, straight to the W with these hoes
I’m straight fire, these motherfuckers is froze
Like a skinny supermodel that like to powder her nose

[Hook: Method Man]
Redman, where you been where you at
These rap niggas is wack, I want that old thang back
I want that old thang back
I want that old thang back

[Verse 3: Redman]
Dope boy, I’m like Rick James, I got that old thang
I got a gold chain, [?] with gold frames
Doc doing the runnerman on Soul Train
With a chinese girl, the chicken get Lo Mein
Propane for the raw, I put her on the streets
My thoughts, the blue magic put on the beats
Game time, Doc rocket like Dominique
Straight vegetarian nigga and ignore the beef
Yeah, Kyrie keep the blow smoking
Slide in the club, cool like the floor frozen
Check out the wild thang got a [?] loco
Big ass and high heels with the toes open
That’s me, 90’s MC
Fuck a Grammy awards, underground is tax free
Look in the mirror I feel fantastic
The mirror said ‘you are, you conceited bastard’

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
Santana, where you been where you
These rap niggas is wack, I want that old thang back
I want that old thang back
Tell ’em I want that old thang back

[Verse 4]
I came to bring the pain
Put niggas to shame, simple and plain
They gon’ remember my name
And it’s all for respect not fame
So don’t play with me
You could give ’em rope, they still can’t hang with me
Pass the baton, they still can’t race with me
So far ahead of these niggas they still chasing me
I wouldn’t be surprised if niggas ghostwriters got ghostwriters
Nothing cease to amaze you
Labels used to care, even though they was raping me
Now it’s 360 deals, modern day slavery
Fuck you pay me, I’m the one who calling
[?] or fame over fortune
The game done changed, the sound done changed
All these niggas sound the same
The word loyalty don’t even sound the same
Good thing I keep the pound, when it bang it always sound the same
I aim at the game, the real shall remain
Neck full of water like I drowned my chain
Flier than a nigga jumping out the plane
Higher than you niggas, you can finally [?]
Better than you niggas that’s without me saying
Treat the money like the work, we don’t count we weight it
[?], aim it, blaze it, flame it
[?] shower head, you don’t want me spraying
Enough with the mumble jumble
Santana back though, can I get a drum roll?
Whole lotta kush and it’s stuffed in a fronto
Fiends still say my work taste like gumbo
Yeah, bring that old thang back
I was told to whip it up and bring the whole thang back
When I was [?], you was jumping rope
I was runnin’ out of bags, you was playing tag
While you was hop scotching, I was drop shopping
At the dealer paying cash for them paper tags
While you was pop locking, I was Glock popping
Getting to the cash, brown paper bags
Blowing money fast and it never last
Yeah, they make it fast, barely make it back
Haters gonna suffer, I’m okay with that
All this garbage, time to throw away the trash

Aaliyah – Back and Forth Lyrics

[Intro]
Let me see you go back
(Move, it’s the L -I- Y- A- H)
Let me see you come forth
Now let me see you go back
(Move, it’s the L- I -Y- A- H)
Let me see you come forth
Uh, now let me see you go back
(Move, it’s the L- I -Y- A- H)
Let me see you come forth
Uh, let me see you go back
(Move it’s the L- I -Y -A -H)
Now let me see you come forth, yeah

[Verse 1: Aaliyah]
It’s Friday and I’m ready to swing
Pick up my girls and hit the party scene
Tonight, it’s alright
So get up and let this funky mellow groove
Get you in the mood
Cause you know it’s alright

[Pre-Hook]
So Mr. DJ keep the music grooving
(Keep on grooving)
Don’t stop moving
(Don’t stop moving)
Let me see you, let me see you go

[Hook]
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Go back
Let me see you go
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
Alright
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
I wanna see you go
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
Come on
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Let me see you go
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
See you go back and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)

[Verse 2: Aaliyah]
Now it’s time for you to make your move
To the dance floor
So throw your hands in the air
And wave them around like you just don’t care, yeah
Move, it’s the L-I-Y-A-H
Ripping up the stage
I got jazz personality, G mentality; beats from Soul Train

[Pre-Hook]
So if the DJ keep on moving
Don’t stop moving
Now let me hear you go
Back and forth

[Hook]

[R. Kelly]
Hey here’s the forth melody, get upon the floor you see
Show your personality, be who you wanna be now tell me

[Aaliyah]
See can you feel the groove
Hey, I want to keep this party going on all night

[Pre-Hook & Hook]