It's Nothing(feat. Da Brat & R.O.C.)
So So Def
For me to flip my dough, ice out the dashboard All you Range Roves, it's nothing
So put jams in the tens and pent Leave a millon dollar footprints, shit, it's nothing
For me to get any chick and trick off bricks and Keep making hits, it's nothing
For me to lose a G and bet back three And let it stack, you know me
It's nothing
Flat shows, up all gold to watch This for show, I connect all the dots Seen a lot of men, seen what I've seen Been where I been, do you even think about Coming hotter than You could find me at the T top, C T gray Wit a girl no top, just blowing away, HEY! I make that, get you real pissed off Seen a chick first time throw a trick off That Mark McGwire, outta the park big-time Don't matter what it cost, just get it, get it Like gray flow, like gray dough Wrist, ears, neck, light gray glow Make dreams come true, C.R.E.A.M. come through Flows that don't like bass sing My Boo Make ladies jump outta they panties and bras JD, babe ro, the Wizard of Oz
Since we got every motherfucker wantin' to dance now Get in the pants now, see me with them down, diggin' down I live with it, do what the fuck I wanna Da Brat bitch get drastic all by my lonesome Don't come on real to miss, know from feeling this shit Out done cuz we outnumbered your clique Who's that pushing that six? See that name on the plates? The chain? The wrist? Hit the parties and the clubs in the Mercedes that bump my shit Switch from trick to thug, a hundred percent pure bitch Ice style, four clip, wish a nigga would slip, lights out If a nigga ain't got four cents, I don't drop hints Straight to the point, tell him I'm the hot kid about to rock this joint Make they jump out they boxer draws And I'm Da Brat, baby, and this is for all y'all
Yeah, yeah, now who can serve this crew is nervous? You broke by mistake, we rich on purpose What the word is, you heard this sober, the R O, uh You know what? Hold up, stop the beat R O C nigga, now drop the beat Got to be, glittery, hoes opt to me Jittery, drop and give me head complimentary Up the flow, documentary of a ghetto prolific, oh so gifted Wanna floss? ROC break your bank with the inner heart the females I come across Close your mouth hon, I run Come across the top lip of you whores like a Got Milk? Billboard Young mack, want that, kick back, for the flicks Stack chips, stack tricks, is you wit that?
So did we make y'all rock? For me to make y'all rock For me to make y'all rock Shit, it's nothing For me to make y'all rock For me to make y'all rock For me to make y'all rock It's nothing
Ahh
Lay It Down(feat. Lil' Mo, R.O.C.)
So So Def Uh huh, uh huh Uh Ohh
You need somebody to lay it dawn Grab you by the your hair and show you exactly where to go Lay it down Don't stop, movie it fast Tap that ass, I say nigga take it slow Lay it down talk to ya, walk witch ya, through every single motion lay it down I mean all the way down, leave a playa like you wide open Ohh
No I never had that before, so if you out here that's what I'm lookin' fo' 'Cause I keep gettin' these girls, but know In the G I try to tell 'em what to do but they don't listen to me I'm good on top
[J.D. & Lil' Mo] That's what they say [J.D.] I wanna do it in your drop [J.D. & Lil' Mo] That's what they say [J.D.] I bet I'll make you say stop [J.D. & Lil' Mo] That's what they say
Ones you get 'em in the sack there wont be none of that It be a hole lotta action away, hole lotta' action, not enough play For this boy J What I need in my life is a wife that have the house jumpin' like the gentlemen's club on Monday night When I come home, hunny doin' tricks Shit, backflips, (?) like song Meet me at the door with the double G Sayin' If your free!
[R.O.C.] You gotta drop slooow, now fast [J.D.] Bounce that ass [R.O.C.] Get up! [J.D.] (?) get cash [R.O.C.] Like this? [J.D.] Like that
Like this and uh Throw it at me like a picture when I give it to ya Considering your appearance, under the influence (?) All I'm herein' is rumors How she can make ya hotter
[J.D.] Let her tell it [J.D. and R.O.C.] Ohh [R.O.C.] And she crazy with her mouth Peace [J.D.] If you let her tell it [R.O.C. and Lil' Mo] Was to lay you, they gonna lay you down
But im a gangster, G's don't get turned out I heartbreak 'em like Jay-Z
See I dun it all
Wait And im'a keep doin' it, baby that's just me I don't cuddle in the linin', I couple up women enough of huddlin' in the linin', they lovein' the thug up in 'em And yea I know I'm sinin', but it feel like Heaven All of 'em keep yellin'
No, I never had that before, oh no I never had that, ohh No, I never had that before (so if you out here, that's what I'm lookin' fo') Ohh no, I never had that before Oh no, I never had that, ohh No I never had that before (so if you out here that's what I'm lookin' fo')
JD's Reply (Jackin' 4 Beats)
Gimme dat beat fool, it's a full time jack move Fuck y'all I'll make the motherfuckin track move And Eminem, Tim, Tom, Dick, and Hank Already know that I'm something ya'll ain't A little young non-stopper And from Rap to R&B I'm breaking niggas off proper With that S-O S-O DEF M-O-B; fuck Dre, this J.D. And here's how I'm a greet ya Stop [Record Scratches] fool - come off that beat
Ya should've never fucked with College Park You little gay ass mark All you can say about me is that I'm short But my dough is long Dr. Dre motherfucker come on See I know you don't do half the work in the studio Plus you like letting niggas play with your booty hole Whoa!!! Off in Dre dick he choked Timbaland's in the house What up loc? Niggas don't even think about it (uh uh) Are better yet motherfucker you need to think about it You same beat makin non-rappin individ-ual I was makin what you make now when I was a child (ha) You still try to come up, look at you and look at me Nigga don't try to run up Cause you'll get bang something sweet J-D-U-P-R-I and I'm jacking y'all beats [Beat Changes]
Di Di Da Di Di Di Di Da Di Day (Ha) Who gives a fuck about a Timbaland and Dre? A-T-L-A-N-T-A is where I'm from And I'm a keep on dropping these bombs, see I think that we too big to be battleing But I'm sick and tired of hearing you motherfuckers keep babblen Ya so stick this in your ass for a minute
And if you come at me again I'm a come right back at your ass three times harder Fo sho, I do this nigga, fuck y'all Oh yeah, Eminem, I left you out deliberately - you know why? Cause to me you like a character in Disney World Known for dissing pop groups and Justin's Ex-Girl Shit don't nobody take you serious [Laughing] Naw, you dont get no credit fo that Nigga, you dont get no credit fo that Motherfucker
Jam On It(feat. Cardan)
Coola lover make you bounce to this L-A make you bounce to this Everybody we gonna bounce to this Gonna rock to this
Yo, yo it's a Harlem World thing So grab something Asks for dimes and up, if not have sumthin' But come shake them hips like waiters take them tips And bring half of the world I got plenty of space to fit Except for me I makes you boogie Boogie to the beat Once beat bang boogie, I gotta party in the street No Bacardi with heat, but a party full of peace Jammin till I feel it in the bottom of my feet Now dance if you gotta Shake your pants if you gotta Scream Cardan out in France if you gotta Shake with me Motivate, sweatigate, feel straight Wake up in the morning at eight I tell my baby girl, it's a whirl I came here to party Tell her friend, I'm a tell mine and we gone start it J-D know all our hoes come to our doors And the dance floor get to jam some more
Jam on it, jam on it If you got what it takes just flaunt it All my ladies in the house you want it And all my fellas in the house get on it
Never see me in a watch without the rocks and the bezzle And the band on the level Niggas can't understand I'm the one you watch in the club all all night On the top hoes love and call all night It's the C-H-I-CHIO yo With the drop with the pedal to the floor Hoes come to me and get dressed, what they lookin for? Lookin fly and I'm a die gettin mo doe Niggas know I don't talk, I show in a flash And don't exagerate cash in my heavyweight class Get the ass y'all dream about Hear niggas sing about I ain't ever seen without The dance floors packed and burnin up Puttin cats on they back as I turn it up Now tell me what yall wanna do Get down and get ran through That's how this little man do
Now, now, now for my ladies keep dancin Fellas keep boppin Shake what your mama gave and it don't stop wit it Move side to side it wit it Rock wit it So much space you fit the whole block in it So get on down, get on down Now Harlem World it's on now, it's on now Jam with me till you fill it in your middle back bone If you fifteen to fifty you aint gotta act drone One thing you got to give em (ass) A little bit of rhythym (right) Make em move from side to side then spin em (no lies) I get em from the side or the middle As long as I can turn sunshine into a drizzle Cardan, so when I close I say amen to the god that brought me here Made the world so fear Oh yeah, I'm bout to rock for this whole year In this big city of rap, unless it's Joe Clear
Rock and roll with me, uh Cardan make you bounce to this, uh J-D, uh rock with me Kam, uh, now rock with me Say what, say what rock with me,uh So So Def, uh, rock with me Come on,uh-huh, Harlem World,uh-huh, rock, come on, come on LA, uh-huh, VA, uh-huh, DC, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh HEL, come on, come on, come on Rock with me, rock with me, rock with me now Say what, say what, rock with me, come on baby baby just rock with me Cardan, uh-huh, come on J-D, come on Uh-huh [till fade]
I've Got To Have It(feat. Monica, Nas)
Uh-huh, oh (Oh) Uh-huh, oh So So Def (I've got to have it) See this is what it's all about right her Understand me see my life's real I don't know about yours Everything I do is an event (I've got to have it) Nas, Monica, and me (I've got to have it) When it comes to my honeys in the strip club (oh) Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block Like what? (What?)
When you see me with the crispy fade Icing it out, glowing with the lights is out (hmm) Yo say my name! (Ooh) When you see a Bentley or Ferrari, a Mazuradi It's probably me (ooh, oh) Say my name! When your hear this song bump in the club When you're chillin' on the corner with your thugs Say my name! I make it hot and take your block Who they wanna be and hate they not Yo say my name! When your girl don't call you when you beep her And you hit it and her thing feel deeper Say my name! Pull on her hair, spankin' her rear While I'm in 'em bitches all I wanna hear is you say my name Squeeze my gats beef is done Police come you know the game Don't say my name Dipped out crazy, Timbs chicken and gravy Q.B., Dupri baby
When it comes to the clubs packed, Cristal flowin' (I've got to have it) When it comes to homes plushed out chrome stuck out in traffic (I've got to have it) When it comes to a neck full of glow And a check full of O's, you know (I've got to have it) When it comes to my honeys in the strip club Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block Like what? Say my name! (I've got to have it)
Gotta have my tied up Iceberg Gucci Rolley Bezzled up, bezzled up Gotta have me a double O With a six in the front And a bump-bump in the truck Gotta have me an escalade My house is laid A man that keeps my bills paid My records play every day What can I say? I've got to have it
When you see a black do-rag through the tint Of a black Bent going too fast Say my name When you talk about longevity And niggas who know how to keep gettin' that cash Say my name When you're sick of your songs Sittin' on the right And wanna know what the top feel like Say my name If you wanna know what being hot feel like And shuttin' down the spot feel like Say my name! JD from the home where the bowls get thrown And the dough get gone real quick like Keep niggas sick like 40 karats and a chain Foolish ain't it? Say my name! Everything you did I've done did double If you hate to see flash then your ass is in trouble Scram now and don't look back Cause until I die it's like that
I've got to have it..
Welcome To Atlanta (Remix)(feat. Ludacris, Murphy Lee, P.Diddy, Snoop Dog)
After the party it's the Waffle House If you ever been here you know what I'm talkin about Where people don't dance all they do is this And after the original you know what it is
Welcome to Atlanta
Remix it had to go down I got somethin else to tell you 'bout the new Motown Where people don't visit, they move out here And ain't no tellin who you might see up in Lennox Square I don't know about you but I miss the freaknik Cause that's where my city use to be real slick People from other cities use to drive from miles Just to come to get a taste of this A.T.L style I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player Make my own moves, call me the mayor Monday night you know things change with time Magic sittin back lookin like eighty nine All the homies on the southside up in the Ritz Tuesday night, the Velvet Room same shit Wednesday Strokers I don't go no mo' Cause they don't know how to treat you when you come through the do' Thursday night, was Plush but we moved the fuel And I be up in the booth drunk actin a fool Friday night, at Kaya they still got love And the Sharkbar we poppin like it's a night club Saturday still off the heezy fo' sheezy You can find me up in One Tweezy Sunday gettin me some sleep please!!! I'm on my way to the deck then hittin Jazzy Tee's, holla!!!
Ay yo I'm from New York man!!! Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest I pull it, Heads be duckin in New York be bussin Take that....
Welcome To New York niggas, where we don't play And out of towners get got like everyday And the gangstas are gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty two's this what long money do Now the don's on it, Diddy shine on it Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it Sunday we layin low and hay lo sippin cris and we straight Monday we go to bundle away Tuesday I'm in spa drunk doin the shake And for the rest of the week we just follow the freaks You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk The way that we talk, cocky the state of New York Hot now top down at the Rucker game New coup no roof playa what's my name? Now Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Uptown what now?! let's make it happen
New York,if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere We still here!!! And we buildin four more new towers!!!!
Who say St. Louis ain't hip hop? Dirty we hop to what's hip I'm a lunatic with too much grip to let a slip I'm so St. Louis, ask my tatooist I was like the waterboy now they sayin you can do it I'm Baby Houie one of the best in the Louie Sip Louie smoke louie, dressed in Louie Home of back porches, chucks, and air forces Old school cars be trailblazin like Portland The girls are the best like Travis with fat asses I call 'em gimme girls they always tell me I can have it All got habits bitches exstatic By two cats and coats with automatics St. Louis, the truth like Sigourna Don't need a burna we learn from Ike Turner I tried to told ya don't cross that bridge Without permission from those St. Lunatics
Yo-yo-yo-yo Ladies and gentlemen, we got the big Snoop Dogg in the house tonight He just came from off tour And he wanna tell y'all little bit where he come from
Palm trees bad bitches and wanna bees O.G.'s like me eatin on polyseeds Now laters, jellybeans, and wallabees Real niggas from the set I'm hardly ever seened Mostly heard us sell a bird off the cizzurb They movin yep, we hop and then we swizzurve Alot of homies like to wear there pizzerm Hair longer than hers short with the fizzurbs Doggy dizzog you know I like 'em dizzog Like Kobe to Shaq now take that (Jermaine Dupri: Take that take that) Long Beach is on the mother fuckin map And sittin by the sea, R.I.P. JD, you know about the L.B.C. Blood and stellas, cold hearted killas Real cop pillas, real shot fillas Ain't no squeelas, alot of niggas Bang diggy dang dang dogg pound gangsta crip gang Yeah we do the damn thang Home of coroners, scoop, buck, cocaine Head to the church house to get a little workout Smoked out drink up, now put ya bank up It's all on me I got a scenery too stank up Crank up the beat, raise up the heat I'm thrownin a block party on two one streets, fo' sho
Welcome to Atlanta remix HEY!!! And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin
Welcome to Atlanta remix HEY!!! And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin
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