Lil JeEzle

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• Titre : Go Hard Or Go Home
• Album : My Ghetto Report Card
• Année : 2006

Paroles :

(feat. The Federation)

Introducing...E-40...the almighty...707...Rick Rock...Federation...(Whoooooo)

Go [x9] Hey hey.

Go hard [x2]

[E-40]
Ooh...Verbal vomit...I keep one on it
Not the scrill but you can call me ebonics
Sideshows goin nutty dumbin out
Take the wrong turn and get your roof stomped out
Old school vans doors open, me and my coupe
And some stoners we get high like Shaggy from Scooby Doo
I'm whiskeyed, I'm hit, I ain't go no patience
But I'm a couple tacos short of a combination
Ooh...Get on your head like a shavel ? from the gravel
When them scams dope deals be goin south
Look how swivel the metal flower want the fast quarter fuck us for niggas 6 bucks an hour
From the rooter to the tooter He's the driver I'm the shooter
Don't be fuckin with my goon
Orgasms, high pots, and trill phones, sidekicks and ringtones
Go hard or go home

[Hook x8]
Go hard...
Go hard or go home

[Goldie]
? To the moon I coon like high school
My goons take no prisoners...what fool
What's beef. (Niggas want E-40 on a fat verse)
Swingin through the drive-thru, smash the front
Jackin' off. If you're from the Yay, that's what.
Open up the doors, go (go) ?
Sick, Monkey on my back
Psychos on my milk, won't let me go
Down my throat, Yes (yes), cuz (cuz), buzz (buzz)
What (what), I (I), go (go), numb (numb)
Slack folks like Droop-E too
Put thumb on the back like Rick on the NPC

[Hook]

[Interlude x4]
We jumpin on the top, man, scrape hella cool
3 or 4 niggas tryina cave in a room

[Stress]
Little purp, cuss like a sailor
Hand on my waist in the 2-man tailor
Get rich, hate being bold
My bitch keep askin for juicy ?
In the club, you know we strapped up
My white tee shirt look like coke wrapped up
Forces and jeans, can't wear slacks
Got good hair, new wave cap
Smoke block, standin on the curb
Same niggas with me I been knowin since the 3rd
Tryna get it, sucks bein bummy
Never should've give you niggas money

[Doon]
My bitch wanna see drop H's
Grind more than Haitians or Jamaicans
Ain't about money, then ain't got patience
Don't bring money, then don't have relations
Some like Hannibal, I'm a mammal
Ain't with monkeys like Mike and Emmanuel
Change the channel, rearrange panels
0-7 like the perm old cabby
And this babby she don't bring patties
She can't ride shotgun in the ? Caddy
Pull my nigga in, let him count paint
Don't cut him off like J did Dane

[Hook]

Sick Wit It

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• Titre : Snap Ya Fingers feat Sean Paul
• Album : Crunck Rock
• Année : 2007

Paroles :

[Intro:]
What's happenin'? Dis ya boy Lil Jon! BME Clik
What's up 40? What's happenin'?
What's up Sean Paul? What's happenin'?
Hey! Now ladies and gentlemen it's about dat time
To turn this thang on out
Now let me see everybody do this
Hey! Let's go!

[Hook: x2]
Snap ya fingers! Do ya step!
You can do it all by yo self!
Let me see you do it! Ay!
Let me see you do it! Ay!

[Lil Jon:]
Snap ya fingers and then rock wit it
Do it, do it, do it, do it, gon drop wit it
Do a step wit it, put ya hips wit it
All my ladies let me see ya put a twist wit it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin', what's up
Got da purk fired up
What's happenin', what's up
Got Patrone in my cup
I pop, I drank
I'm on Patrone and purp, I can't thank
I'm blowed, to tha do'
don't know how tha hell I'm gettin home

[Hook: x2]

[E-40:]
Straight from da bay, posted in tha 'A'
Bout to hit tha club, we been mobbin' all day
Drinkin' on Rossi, dyin' off Patrone
VIP style, strapped wit my chrome
Look around tha club, what do I see
Everybody rockin' from side to side to tha beat
Snappin' they fingers, bouncin' to tha groove
All by they self, that's tha new move
Nigga where I'm from, we like to go dumb
I'm soakin' up tha game, I'm seein' how its done
I ask shawty what they call it, she said tha Pool Palace
Staright from Bankhead, I said you good at it
Do what cha do, you and ya crew
They even got playa's and thugs doin' it too
The mo' that I drank, tha more it's lookin' smooth
It's nuthin to a boss, I can do tha shit too

[Hook: x2]

[Sean Paul:]
Chillin' in tha bip, yeah we get crunk
Niggas poppin' bottles and these bitches gettin' drunk
Rollin' up tha kush, put it in tha air
I'm throwin' up tha E's to let em' know we in here
Brand new shoes, brand new tool
Pull out tha ol school, cuz I'm feelin' real cool
Yeah I'm from tha 'A', so I'm leanin' and rockin'
Snappin' my fingers, then reachin' for my glock BITCH!
Reppin' my block BITCH!, straight from tha deck
When you snap ya fingers shawty, gotta jerk ya neck
Smokin' on tha best, we don't fuck wit dat mess
I bet you can't do it, do it, do it like this
Yeah I'm back to tha track, back to tha snap
1, 2 step, then you gotta lean back
Dis is how we do it in tha 'A town'
(and if you ain't know) this how it go down

[Hook: x2]

Hey! Hey!