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chamillionaire feat krayzie bone
17/02/2007 15:05
Interprete : chamillionaire feat krayzie bone
Texte :
[Refrain]
They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
My music so loud
I'm swangin
They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
[Couplet 1 - Chamillionaire]
Police think they can see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with a new chick, she like hold up
Next to the playstation controller is a full clip and my pistola
Turn a jacker into a coma
Girl you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryin to bone ain't tryin to have no babies
Rock clean itself so I pull in ladies
Laws of patrolling you know they hate me
Music turned all the way up until the maximum
I can speak for some niggas tryin to jack for some
But we packin somethin that we have and um will have a nigga locked up in the maximum
Security cell, I'm grippin oak
Music loud and tippin slow
Twist and twistin like hit this dough
Pull up from behind and is in his throat
Windows down gotta stop pollution
CDs change niggas like who is that producing?
This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin
Got warrants in every city except Houston but I'm still ain't losin
[Refrain]
They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
My music so loud
I'm swangin
They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
[Couplet 2 - Krayzie Bone]
I been drinkin and smokin holdin shit cause a brother can't focus
I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope this big ol Excursion swerving all up in the curve man
Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again we in the wind
Doin a hundred while I come from the block
And rollin another one up, we livin like we ain't givin a fuck
I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls
Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all
Comin up pretty deep, me and my do-jo
I gotta get back to backstreets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep creep
Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key
With no regards for the law we dodge em like fuck em all
But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all
Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark, but well if you want, nigga you poppin dark
Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire
[Refrain]
They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
My music so loud
I'm swangin
They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
[Couplet 3 - Chamillionaire]
Do what you thinkin so, I tried to let you go
Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower
A nigga upset for sure cause they think they know that they catchin me with plenty of the drinkin drough
So they get behind me tryin to check my tags, look at my rearview and they smilin
Thinkin they'll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin
Cause they denyin is racial profiling
Houston, TX you can check my tags
Pull me over try to check my slab
Glove compartment gotta get my cash
Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast
And been a baller that I am I talk to them, giving a damn bout not feeling my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin dirty bet you'll be leavin with an even madder mood
I'mma laugh at you then I'mma have to cruise I'm in number two on some more DJ Screw
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue
This a message to the laws tellin them WE HATE YOU
I can't be toss or tell em that they shoulda known
Tippin down sittin crooked on my chrome
Bookin my phone tryin to find a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me I'mma bout to pull up at your home and it's on
[Refrain 2x]
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YOU GOT SERVED
07/09/2006 13:41
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Ya rien a dire
10/06/2006 21:41
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LA Chakala
10/06/2006 21:17
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Commentaire de mathias (05/11/2008 19:40) :
salut tout le monde
je suis célébateur et je recherche des gens de mon age j'ai 19ans.je
suis élève en classe de 2nd au benin.
http://www.yahoo.fr
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Burn it up
10/06/2006 21:09
R Kelly
Texte :
[R Kelly - Intro]
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhh ohhhhhh ohhhhhhhh
Burn it up
Girl make it hot like the roof is on fire
Burn it up
Girl the way you dance you are my one desire
Come on
So hot you're one fire (come on!) [x7]
[R Kelly]
When you roll it
I can’t control it
And when you throw it
It’s hard to catch it
And when you shake it
I pray you don’t break it
And when you drop it
Girl I cannot take it
Something about the way you move (hey!)
Sweat is dripping all over you (hey!)
The way you let the beat take over you (hey!)
Baby don’t stop keep it going make it hot (hey)
The way you put your back in motion (mama)
Oh I love you the way you freakin’ it (mama)
You got me comin' out of VIP (mama)
Cause you look like the girl in my dreams (mama)
I step up in the club first thing I see is you freakin’ it
Your eyes and body language tells me you want me to hit it
Well I say girl
Back that thing up to me
Closer (ohhhh)
A little closer (work it)
Come on and shake it on me now (work it)
Come on and work it on me now (work it)
Girl it's getting heated now (work it)
It's time to put this club on fire now
[Chorus – R Kelly]
Burn it up
Girl make it hot like the roof is on fire
Burn it up
Girl the way you dance you are my one desire
Burn it up
Girl I don’t care if the whole place burn down
Burn it up burn it up burn it up
[Chorus – Yandel]
Heyyyy
Calor, sudor
Bailando reggaeton
Calor, sudor
Sige bailando y no pares
Calor sudor
Bailando reggaeton
Calor sudor
Pide mas quere mas pegate y dale
[Wisin]
Siente mi fuego muchacha
Dale waracha
Temble que temble que pa que tiemble la cacha
Crystal y Don Perinon y se emborachan
Me encanta su facha
Le tiro y no se agacha
Rope el suelo, marshmellow
El duo de la historia con R Kelly en un duelo
Bello bello huello
Como la gata con mi reggaeton se suelta el pelo
W, R Kelly, Luny Tunes and Nelly
Yandel pon enfriar el Don Peri
Yo pongo las sacos y las hojas de blue berry
Esta to’ ready chula pa’ q se te suda la cherry
Luny Tunes!
[Chorus – R Kelly]
[Chorus – Yandel]
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