We Here (Intro) lyrics - Da Band
[Babs] We love this Diddy, you know what I'm saying, you you worked the shit out of us dog, I
ain't gon fuck', no I'm tried as hell
[Chopper & Dylan] C.h.o.p....p.e.rrrraa
[Babs] Shoutouts...Shoutouts to MTV baby, shoutouts to MTV
[Dylan] MTV top of respect
[Babs] Yo, we stood on long ass lines, ya'll
[Dylan] And big up the otha forty thousand that didn't make it, ya'll
[Babs] Long ass lines
[Fred] We meant to be here
[Babs] Big up Mysterious baby
[Ness] Holla at cha' boy
[Babs] Big up Walter, big up Jonessa
[Fred] Alright, ya'll are in this motherfucker, wit Da Band, tryin' to keep this thing right
here gutter, we trying not to curse at you motherfuckers, but cha'll don't been living in our
lives, and ya'll don't watch the show, so this is how it goes down wit Da Band...
ain't gon fuck', no I'm tried as hell
[Chopper & Dylan] C.h.o.p....p.e.rrrraa
[Babs] Shoutouts...Shoutouts to MTV baby, shoutouts to MTV
[Dylan] MTV top of respect
[Babs] Yo, we stood on long ass lines, ya'll
[Dylan] And big up the otha forty thousand that didn't make it, ya'll
[Babs] Long ass lines
[Fred] We meant to be here
[Babs] Big up Mysterious baby
[Ness] Holla at cha' boy
[Babs] Big up Walter, big up Jonessa
[Fred] Alright, ya'll are in this motherfucker, wit Da Band, tryin' to keep this thing right
here gutter, we trying not to curse at you motherfuckers, but cha'll don't been living in our
lives, and ya'll don't watch the show, so this is how it goes down wit Da Band...
My Life lyrics - Da Band
[Sara in background saying welcome]
[Fred/Miami]
This Crazy
I'm Thankful
Yea
Welcome Welcome
[Ness]
Life is what you make it
You gotta put in hard work
Yea cant let nobody hold you down baby
[Verse 1 (Ness)]
Hit tha bricks chicks like damn where you been lord
Locked up wit a bad case of hemorriods
Writtin n fightin trifflin rhymes
About tha life n tha times wit niggaz on tha grind
White collared criminals climb the corporate ladder
While niggaz like me gotta sell coke n crack
Riskin my freedom boxed up missin a season
Its a setup hypothetically speakin
Even my pops was knocked ova tickets for speeding
Drinkin n drivin i aint forget he think i forgot him
My mom got grey hairs from worrying sick
And my sister got a house now pushing a stick
Just a lil something to get her from a to b
Ya'll got nowhere to go come and stay wit me
Wit a niece and a nephew dat love me to death
My little brother nick i guess he'z loving whatz left
[Chorus (Sara)]
Life is what u make it
Though it may sound basic
Going through some bad times
While were faithful for the goodtimes yea
Though we must build up tha strength to carry on
Welcome to my world
Welcome welcome
[Verse 2 (Fred)]
I remember 1 morning when i was cooking tha O out tha blue i heard a knock @ tha door
I looked through tha peep whole and itz a feen n he needed some coke
And at tha time i really needed his dough
But i know the rules
You never sell crack where you rest at
Cuz haterz send shellz where ya chest at
In my case them motherfuckers sent shellz where my vest at
Found out i aint dead give dem a spot to rest at
I found out bout there spot had to go and x that
My eyes red against cyclops call me tha x man
I think god just for every blessin though tha roads got tough thankz for every lesson
I carry loads at times even though it get stressin
I remember stickin tha clip in stopped and den second guessing
I couldnt stand tha rain of tha new edition
Tha fast lane had me layin in the cool whip business
[Chorus (Sara)]
Life is what u make it
Though it may sound basic
Going through some bad times
While were faithful for the goodtimes yea
Though we must build up tha strength to carry on
Welcome to my world
Welcome welcome
[Verse 3 (Babs)]
Pot heads and high school dropouts
Little girlz wit there stomachs popped out
I seen it all
Niggaz stretched out by tha corner store
Life no more
Dont think small im getting focused
In tha crib writin rhymes while im smokin
While niggaz on tha block totin i'll see them lata
My moms make paper but cheat wit her cash
Ask for a pair of kicks she tell me ask my dad
So i'd rather hit tha ave n knock off roucka
100 pack in tha pocket of my guess jean skirt
Meanwhile still tryna get a deal on tha side
Battle bitches outside in front of kennedy fried
Alot of niggaz wanna see me shine
But i still got tha lanes laggin behind
Hatin on mine itz nothin
Imma get to tha top regardless
Got love for female rappers who think im tha hardest
[Chorus (Sara)]
Life is what u make it
Though it may sound basic
Going through some bad times
While were faithful for the goodtimes yea
Though we must build up tha strength to carry on
Welcome to my world
Welcome welcome
[Repeat Chorus 2x]
[Fred/Miami]
This Crazy
I'm Thankful
Yea
Welcome Welcome
[Ness]
Life is what you make it
You gotta put in hard work
Yea cant let nobody hold you down baby
[Verse 1 (Ness)]
Hit tha bricks chicks like damn where you been lord
Locked up wit a bad case of hemorriods
Writtin n fightin trifflin rhymes
About tha life n tha times wit niggaz on tha grind
White collared criminals climb the corporate ladder
While niggaz like me gotta sell coke n crack
Riskin my freedom boxed up missin a season
Its a setup hypothetically speakin
Even my pops was knocked ova tickets for speeding
Drinkin n drivin i aint forget he think i forgot him
My mom got grey hairs from worrying sick
And my sister got a house now pushing a stick
Just a lil something to get her from a to b
Ya'll got nowhere to go come and stay wit me
Wit a niece and a nephew dat love me to death
My little brother nick i guess he'z loving whatz left
[Chorus (Sara)]
Life is what u make it
Though it may sound basic
Going through some bad times
While were faithful for the goodtimes yea
Though we must build up tha strength to carry on
Welcome to my world
Welcome welcome
[Verse 2 (Fred)]
I remember 1 morning when i was cooking tha O out tha blue i heard a knock @ tha door
I looked through tha peep whole and itz a feen n he needed some coke
And at tha time i really needed his dough
But i know the rules
You never sell crack where you rest at
Cuz haterz send shellz where ya chest at
In my case them motherfuckers sent shellz where my vest at
Found out i aint dead give dem a spot to rest at
I found out bout there spot had to go and x that
My eyes red against cyclops call me tha x man
I think god just for every blessin though tha roads got tough thankz for every lesson
I carry loads at times even though it get stressin
I remember stickin tha clip in stopped and den second guessing
I couldnt stand tha rain of tha new edition
Tha fast lane had me layin in the cool whip business
[Chorus (Sara)]
Life is what u make it
Though it may sound basic
Going through some bad times
While were faithful for the goodtimes yea
Though we must build up tha strength to carry on
Welcome to my world
Welcome welcome
[Verse 3 (Babs)]
Pot heads and high school dropouts
Little girlz wit there stomachs popped out
I seen it all
Niggaz stretched out by tha corner store
Life no more
Dont think small im getting focused
In tha crib writin rhymes while im smokin
While niggaz on tha block totin i'll see them lata
My moms make paper but cheat wit her cash
Ask for a pair of kicks she tell me ask my dad
So i'd rather hit tha ave n knock off roucka
100 pack in tha pocket of my guess jean skirt
Meanwhile still tryna get a deal on tha side
Battle bitches outside in front of kennedy fried
Alot of niggaz wanna see me shine
But i still got tha lanes laggin behind
Hatin on mine itz nothin
Imma get to tha top regardless
Got love for female rappers who think im tha hardest
[Chorus (Sara)]
Life is what u make it
Though it may sound basic
Going through some bad times
While were faithful for the goodtimes yea
Though we must build up tha strength to carry on
Welcome to my world
Welcome welcome
[Repeat Chorus 2x]
Living Legends lyrics - Da Band
[Dylan]
Yo, Blaze the fire and watch the enemies crumble
[Jamaican chant]
See the blood of a slave
The eyes of a Banta
Rise from the grave
When they listening to Dylan
Action and ways speak clearly like a veteran
Looking both ways
When concealing my weapon
[Babs]
I was raised in the gutter
Fifties for elevens
And a dirty box cutter
I'm standing my ground
Back and forth out of town
I'm getting that cash
And niggaz can't see Babs
If you ain't licking my ass
One tough chick
My flows is not to be fucked with
Send the word out
To them bitches that you run with
I'm here now
Bitches in trouble I spit fire
Quick to bust off
Like Weebay from the wire
[Ness]
Fucking with the grimiest nigga
Look in my eyes
My life was paralelled park
Until I put it in drive
D.U.I. smacked and broke both of my headlights
Chicks gunning me down
Running mad redlights
Had low mileage
It was either hugging the block or Hip Hop
I never will in college
I'm only being honest
Cadillac with the Mac
With the serial stratched up in the lining
[Fred]
Now pass me some diamonds
With some dudes who move
When I say them good
So the hood call me Simon
When I rob I ain't rhyming
I change climates
And break more records
Than Rice did for the Niners
[Chorus: (Dylan)]
Them silly one now (hey)
All gangstas get them bless (hey!!!!)
To be wake
To be among so many Living Legends
Nobody stop me
Don't ask me why
This a real tall guy saying Budda Bye Bye Bye
Them silly one now (hey)
All gangstas get them bless (hey!!!!)
To be wake
To be among so many Living Legends
Nobody stop me
Don't ask me why
I'm a real bad boy saying Budda Bye Bye Bye
[Chopper]
Man fuck them other niggaz
Cause I'm down with my niggaz
Yep, we Da Band
Y'all niggaz ain't fucking with us
Don't make me have to spend that bend and do a pull up
Reach for that 10 that have you duckin' them bullets
Hit you where it hurt it be hard for you to push up
Half-way crook ass niggaz I got you shook up
You walk with your head faced down
You scared to look up
And I know Black and Blue
I got the hook up
[Babs]
I stay on my grind BK niggaz know
In your face everyday like a Bad Boy video
On the block for a couple of years
I done smoked a lot of blunts
Drunk a couple of beers
The streets know me
The hood hold me
I paid dues
I'm the chick in the click
Full of niggaz, I made moves
Stay on top of my game
I can't lose
Get down or lay down
Bitch niggaz better choose
[Chopper]
I ride in the biggest trucks
All day, call me, shit
I supply the biggest stuff
Hit the block
Like I'm Cartel blunts
Ready for something to dump
I feel as though I got the biggest nuts
[Ness]
Wait, move
I put blood in your socks, your shoes
Overflowing now you shaking your leg
Man I run with the gauge like bacon with eggs
It's white, when I bite
When I bake it, it's beige
[Chorus: 2x]
[Dylan speaking Jamaican chant until beat fades out]
Yo, Blaze the fire and watch the enemies crumble
[Jamaican chant]
See the blood of a slave
The eyes of a Banta
Rise from the grave
When they listening to Dylan
Action and ways speak clearly like a veteran
Looking both ways
When concealing my weapon
[Babs]
I was raised in the gutter
Fifties for elevens
And a dirty box cutter
I'm standing my ground
Back and forth out of town
I'm getting that cash
And niggaz can't see Babs
If you ain't licking my ass
One tough chick
My flows is not to be fucked with
Send the word out
To them bitches that you run with
I'm here now
Bitches in trouble I spit fire
Quick to bust off
Like Weebay from the wire
[Ness]
Fucking with the grimiest nigga
Look in my eyes
My life was paralelled park
Until I put it in drive
D.U.I. smacked and broke both of my headlights
Chicks gunning me down
Running mad redlights
Had low mileage
It was either hugging the block or Hip Hop
I never will in college
I'm only being honest
Cadillac with the Mac
With the serial stratched up in the lining
[Fred]
Now pass me some diamonds
With some dudes who move
When I say them good
So the hood call me Simon
When I rob I ain't rhyming
I change climates
And break more records
Than Rice did for the Niners
[Chorus: (Dylan)]
Them silly one now (hey)
All gangstas get them bless (hey!!!!)
To be wake
To be among so many Living Legends
Nobody stop me
Don't ask me why
This a real tall guy saying Budda Bye Bye Bye
Them silly one now (hey)
All gangstas get them bless (hey!!!!)
To be wake
To be among so many Living Legends
Nobody stop me
Don't ask me why
I'm a real bad boy saying Budda Bye Bye Bye
[Chopper]
Man fuck them other niggaz
Cause I'm down with my niggaz
Yep, we Da Band
Y'all niggaz ain't fucking with us
Don't make me have to spend that bend and do a pull up
Reach for that 10 that have you duckin' them bullets
Hit you where it hurt it be hard for you to push up
Half-way crook ass niggaz I got you shook up
You walk with your head faced down
You scared to look up
And I know Black and Blue
I got the hook up
[Babs]
I stay on my grind BK niggaz know
In your face everyday like a Bad Boy video
On the block for a couple of years
I done smoked a lot of blunts
Drunk a couple of beers
The streets know me
The hood hold me
I paid dues
I'm the chick in the click
Full of niggaz, I made moves
Stay on top of my game
I can't lose
Get down or lay down
Bitch niggaz better choose
[Chopper]
I ride in the biggest trucks
All day, call me, shit
I supply the biggest stuff
Hit the block
Like I'm Cartel blunts
Ready for something to dump
I feel as though I got the biggest nuts
[Ness]
Wait, move
I put blood in your socks, your shoes
Overflowing now you shaking your leg
Man I run with the gauge like bacon with eggs
It's white, when I bite
When I bake it, it's beige
[Chorus: 2x]
[Dylan speaking Jamaican chant until beat fades out]
Tonight lyrics - Da Band
[Sara]
Somethin happens when you touch me
I get open, and my legs starts quivering
This sensation, emotions take control of me
It's a temptation, I don't know what's come over me
[Babs]
Yeah baby, tonights the night
Ima ride that thing like a motor bike
Grab my waist and hold it tight, im not frontin
You think I bought a box of Lifestyle for nothin
Please I got blunts you supply the weed
Im the best so baby keep yo eyes on me
Its about time I get mine nigga im ready
And the sex ain't the bomb if the girl ain't sweaty.
[Chopper]
Listen ma, we been chillin out for a minute
And right now im in the mood to straight hit it
We know enough about each other, I been patient
Look, but every nigga got his limits
Im tired of waitin, I feel like tonight is the night
To get Bucky Ball naked and make love all night
You aint gotta worry bout me bustin in quick seconds
I can handle mine plus I'm young and energetic, is you ready
[Chorus]
[Sara] Toniiight
[Babs] Yeah daddy I know you want it cuz its extra tight
[Ness] Yeah mommy im gon make sure its extra right
[Sara] Ill Be your Mary Jane, it aint a game, ill get ya high, toniiight
[Babs] Im a bad girl and bad girls do bad things
[Ness] And im a bad boy so girlfriend do your thing
[Sara] Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
[Fred aka Miami]
So where were you at ma show me a sign
I been peepin ya all night
And your alright
The reason im starin im comparin
Some things we may have in common
And tell ya comin on our plane to Bahamas
I love how you abuse the charm
You got a Bad Boys it's time to leave them fools alone
Any place that you stay I can move your home
Im talkin shoppin sprees for weeks in Rome
Hit the airport 4 in the mornin we gone
Off to Paris to meet Sean
I cant dissapoint Mr.Combs
But first I need the number to your phone
[Chorus]
[Sara]
Somethin happens when you touch me
I get open and my legs starts quivering
This sensation, emotions take control of me
Its a temptation, I dont know whats come over me
[Ness]
You aint gotta act boogie or be all uptight
Tonights the night E.Ness will put up a fight
Best sex you ever had in your life
If it turn out right fuck around gettin married tonight
Rock that hand off a one night stand
Hop in the van goin honeymoon in Amsterdam
Tomorrow mornin we gon drive back home
And smoke a lot so we can be in the twilight zone
[Dylan]
I wanna have you in the kitchen, put up on the dresser
Throw you in the closet then undress ya
Treat ya like a one night stand give ya the pressure
Make you hit high notes like R&B singers will ya
[Chorus x2]
Toniiight, uhhh HEYY, Toniiight, ohhh uh, yeahhh
Somethin happens when you touch me
I get open, and my legs starts quivering
This sensation, emotions take control of me
It's a temptation, I don't know what's come over me
[Babs]
Yeah baby, tonights the night
Ima ride that thing like a motor bike
Grab my waist and hold it tight, im not frontin
You think I bought a box of Lifestyle for nothin
Please I got blunts you supply the weed
Im the best so baby keep yo eyes on me
Its about time I get mine nigga im ready
And the sex ain't the bomb if the girl ain't sweaty.
[Chopper]
Listen ma, we been chillin out for a minute
And right now im in the mood to straight hit it
We know enough about each other, I been patient
Look, but every nigga got his limits
Im tired of waitin, I feel like tonight is the night
To get Bucky Ball naked and make love all night
You aint gotta worry bout me bustin in quick seconds
I can handle mine plus I'm young and energetic, is you ready
[Chorus]
[Sara] Toniiight
[Babs] Yeah daddy I know you want it cuz its extra tight
[Ness] Yeah mommy im gon make sure its extra right
[Sara] Ill Be your Mary Jane, it aint a game, ill get ya high, toniiight
[Babs] Im a bad girl and bad girls do bad things
[Ness] And im a bad boy so girlfriend do your thing
[Sara] Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
[Fred aka Miami]
So where were you at ma show me a sign
I been peepin ya all night
And your alright
The reason im starin im comparin
Some things we may have in common
And tell ya comin on our plane to Bahamas
I love how you abuse the charm
You got a Bad Boys it's time to leave them fools alone
Any place that you stay I can move your home
Im talkin shoppin sprees for weeks in Rome
Hit the airport 4 in the mornin we gone
Off to Paris to meet Sean
I cant dissapoint Mr.Combs
But first I need the number to your phone
[Chorus]
[Sara]
Somethin happens when you touch me
I get open and my legs starts quivering
This sensation, emotions take control of me
Its a temptation, I dont know whats come over me
[Ness]
You aint gotta act boogie or be all uptight
Tonights the night E.Ness will put up a fight
Best sex you ever had in your life
If it turn out right fuck around gettin married tonight
Rock that hand off a one night stand
Hop in the van goin honeymoon in Amsterdam
Tomorrow mornin we gon drive back home
And smoke a lot so we can be in the twilight zone
[Dylan]
I wanna have you in the kitchen, put up on the dresser
Throw you in the closet then undress ya
Treat ya like a one night stand give ya the pressure
Make you hit high notes like R&B singers will ya
[Chorus x2]
Toniiight, uhhh HEYY, Toniiight, ohhh uh, yeahhh
How U Like Me Now lyrics - Da Band
[Sara]
Oo ma how you like me now
Now that you know that im blingin
Oo you coulda took me there
Now you sittin reminescin about my time you wasted
You seen me spending faces
Coulda done something
But you did nothing
You was just a waste of my time
Girlfriend never take you out to eat with me
She threw her hand on my crach
Started teasin me
Told me "Imagine how good we could be" [Ness]
When i was walkin you aint had no raps
Now im ballin look whos talkin bitch imagine that
You tried to play me cause your ass was fat
Think you look cute cause your hair is done?
I got a deal now here you come
All of a sudden wanna speak to me
Re-sently wanna peice of me
Re-spect your self have some desceny
Im in the top five no you cant creep wit me
Girl friend you nothing but a freak to me
Girlfriend never take you out to eat with me
She threw her hands on my crach started teasin me
And said "Just think of how good we could be"
I told her "I dont give in that easily"
Hip to the bull shit she was feedin me
DAMN she got a body but shes a flea
Gold digga all she wanted was some cheese from me
Come on
[Chorus]
[Chopper]
Just got out from the club wylin out
Yall know me Lord Chopper
Donkey eggin actin a ass yall cant stop us
Throwin bows cratchin ya noes rubbin on hoes
Checkin two-ways
Liting or smokin on optomos
On the real
If yo club be bumpin we be present
V.I.P. sessions
Hot girls im down to undress them
Fuck it Chellys lets do it in the back of a truck
We can get down n dirty Whats up?
Cause i dont give a Uh Unh
Crissy poppa, Mix it with the hen n vodka
See im the king and my jungle call me Mufasa
Pull up in a big body Benz sittin on brawlas
Young and ballin doing my thing
Im shot calling holla
Gangsta nigga Ex scrilla i pop you up
Roll with a team of hard heads that'll box you up
We go to any club from that Whispers to thay Tunel
Cause we the niggas from that jungle ya herd me?
[Chorus]
[Mysterious]
I want it so bad i can taste (HUH?)
Betta move do something cause im gettin impatient
I want it so bad i cant taste
With the gun up on my waste..
Im losing patients
[Fred]
Whats wrong with you
You know its only one of me
This crazy bitch done went an got a gun for me
I know time aint stop for me
I aint asked you to get in the six n come back to the block for me
I don't need no win on mine
Cause Freddy be gon til November
Long gone in the winter
Playing pong in Hong Kong
With me n Renard my little cousin from over town
The life of a don
When i aint writin im home
When i strike like lighting i hit like thunder through thongs women callin me Rome
Im slingin the thing in this bitch
The king ding a ling
In the hood they call me tha Paul Bunyon hunny
A heart breaker they call me a human on my own
But you can call me from the Grand Canyon
Im doin great eating grapes in the tan mansion
Im so handsome
Ya grandm wanna call me grandson holla back son
[Chorus x2]
Oo ma how you like me now
Now that you know that im blingin
Oo you coulda took me there
Now you sittin reminescin about my time you wasted
You seen me spending faces
Coulda done something
But you did nothing
You was just a waste of my time
Girlfriend never take you out to eat with me
She threw her hand on my crach
Started teasin me
Told me "Imagine how good we could be" [Ness]
When i was walkin you aint had no raps
Now im ballin look whos talkin bitch imagine that
You tried to play me cause your ass was fat
Think you look cute cause your hair is done?
I got a deal now here you come
All of a sudden wanna speak to me
Re-sently wanna peice of me
Re-spect your self have some desceny
Im in the top five no you cant creep wit me
Girl friend you nothing but a freak to me
Girlfriend never take you out to eat with me
She threw her hands on my crach started teasin me
And said "Just think of how good we could be"
I told her "I dont give in that easily"
Hip to the bull shit she was feedin me
DAMN she got a body but shes a flea
Gold digga all she wanted was some cheese from me
Come on
[Chorus]
[Chopper]
Just got out from the club wylin out
Yall know me Lord Chopper
Donkey eggin actin a ass yall cant stop us
Throwin bows cratchin ya noes rubbin on hoes
Checkin two-ways
Liting or smokin on optomos
On the real
If yo club be bumpin we be present
V.I.P. sessions
Hot girls im down to undress them
Fuck it Chellys lets do it in the back of a truck
We can get down n dirty Whats up?
Cause i dont give a Uh Unh
Crissy poppa, Mix it with the hen n vodka
See im the king and my jungle call me Mufasa
Pull up in a big body Benz sittin on brawlas
Young and ballin doing my thing
Im shot calling holla
Gangsta nigga Ex scrilla i pop you up
Roll with a team of hard heads that'll box you up
We go to any club from that Whispers to thay Tunel
Cause we the niggas from that jungle ya herd me?
[Chorus]
[Mysterious]
I want it so bad i can taste (HUH?)
Betta move do something cause im gettin impatient
I want it so bad i cant taste
With the gun up on my waste..
Im losing patients
[Fred]
Whats wrong with you
You know its only one of me
This crazy bitch done went an got a gun for me
I know time aint stop for me
I aint asked you to get in the six n come back to the block for me
I don't need no win on mine
Cause Freddy be gon til November
Long gone in the winter
Playing pong in Hong Kong
With me n Renard my little cousin from over town
The life of a don
When i aint writin im home
When i strike like lighting i hit like thunder through thongs women callin me Rome
Im slingin the thing in this bitch
The king ding a ling
In the hood they call me tha Paul Bunyon hunny
A heart breaker they call me a human on my own
But you can call me from the Grand Canyon
Im doin great eating grapes in the tan mansion
Im so handsome
Ya grandm wanna call me grandson holla back son
[Chorus x2]
I Like Your Style lyrics - Da Band
[Diddy]
This That Sexy Right Here
Da Band Baby
Bad Boy
To Hot For T.V.
Yea
[Chorus:]
I like your style boy i really need to know do u wanna chill wit me [Babs]
we can chill girl lets stop playin you need to come home wit me
[Dylan]
so whatz tha deal boy i gotta little time i really wanna piece of you [Babs]
you know tha deal girl im down for whateva whateva u wanna do [Dylan]
[Verse 1 (Babs)]
Hot damn boy whatz tha plan
i gotta whole day free i done dumped my man
wassup got tha truck rimmed up last weekend
tha haze that i blow got my interior stinkin
yea so whatz tha deal boy
im tryna chill wit u i like your style
baby dont get it twisted i dont want your child
and i dont make prank calls you can press redial
[Verse 2 (Young City/Chopper)]
I guess you like my sudden draw
i stay down no matter tha cause
my attitudes like fuck them all
feel me im on my game i aint got no flaws
and so jealous so dont make me have 2 touch nobody or cut nobody
you like it when i tell you shit like that
and when im on my ass i flip right back
like dat real nigga that i am so if u need me you can call on slim fuckin right girl
[Hook (Sara):]
Baby how you doin it
off the scene for a minute but right back into it
tell me can you feel it while the looks that your giving me are feeling that your feeling me
i can keep a secret boo just to be alone and get next to you
i like your style beautiful smile you kinda wild
[Chorus]
I like your style boy i really need to know do u wanna chill wit me [Babs]
we can chill girl lets stop playin you need to come home wit me
[Dylan]
so whatz tha deal boy i gotta little time i really wanna piece of you [Babs]
you know tha deal girl im down for whateva whateva u wanna do [Dylan]
[Verse 3 (Ness)]
She pretty in pink
damn what they put in my drink
itz either im color blind or to pissy to think
straight take it slow wait for a minute
chill fall back we can date for a
minute
im written out wit an option to buy
she blow weed till her nose bleed top of tha sky
female wit an attitude as cocky as mine
when i ride she right there in tha passenger side
[Verse 4 (Fred/Miami)]
This week i made plans tha was set in advance
lost tha inship to sivilla then we jettin' to France
under tha stars sippin chrissy laid back in tha sand
tellin me wayz how you act when you was back wit ya fam
how your mother was smoking crack and your father was dead
see thatz tha type of stuff dat get in my head
and you very emotional
you make a real thug wanna get close to you
wit tha permission you give your lotion letz get ghost girl
[Hook (Sara)]
[Chorus]
I like your style boy i really need to know do u wanna chill wit me [Babs]
we can chill girl lets stop playin you need to come home wit me
[Dylan]
so whatz tha deal boy i gotta little time i really wanna piece of you [Babs]
you know tha deal girl im down for whateva whateva u wanna do [Dylan]
[Young City/Chopper]
Yea Chopper City
It'z Tha Band Ya Heard Me
Tha Next Generation
Bad Boy
[Hook (Sara)]
[Chorus]
I like your style boy i really need to know do u wanna chill wit me [Babs]
we can chill girl lets stop playin you need to come home wit me
[Dylan]
so whatz tha deal boy i gotta little time i really wanna piece of you [Babs]
you know tha deal girl im down for whateva whateva u wanna do [Dylan]
[Dylan Rappin Until Fade.....]
This That Sexy Right Here
Da Band Baby
Bad Boy
To Hot For T.V.
Yea
[Chorus:]
I like your style boy i really need to know do u wanna chill wit me [Babs]
we can chill girl lets stop playin you need to come home wit me
[Dylan]
so whatz tha deal boy i gotta little time i really wanna piece of you [Babs]
you know tha deal girl im down for whateva whateva u wanna do [Dylan]
[Verse 1 (Babs)]
Hot damn boy whatz tha plan
i gotta whole day free i done dumped my man
wassup got tha truck rimmed up last weekend
tha haze that i blow got my interior stinkin
yea so whatz tha deal boy
im tryna chill wit u i like your style
baby dont get it twisted i dont want your child
and i dont make prank calls you can press redial
[Verse 2 (Young City/Chopper)]
I guess you like my sudden draw
i stay down no matter tha cause
my attitudes like fuck them all
feel me im on my game i aint got no flaws
and so jealous so dont make me have 2 touch nobody or cut nobody
you like it when i tell you shit like that
and when im on my ass i flip right back
like dat real nigga that i am so if u need me you can call on slim fuckin right girl
[Hook (Sara):]
Baby how you doin it
off the scene for a minute but right back into it
tell me can you feel it while the looks that your giving me are feeling that your feeling me
i can keep a secret boo just to be alone and get next to you
i like your style beautiful smile you kinda wild
[Chorus]
I like your style boy i really need to know do u wanna chill wit me [Babs]
we can chill girl lets stop playin you need to come home wit me
[Dylan]
so whatz tha deal boy i gotta little time i really wanna piece of you [Babs]
you know tha deal girl im down for whateva whateva u wanna do [Dylan]
[Verse 3 (Ness)]
She pretty in pink
damn what they put in my drink
itz either im color blind or to pissy to think
straight take it slow wait for a minute
chill fall back we can date for a
minute
im written out wit an option to buy
she blow weed till her nose bleed top of tha sky
female wit an attitude as cocky as mine
when i ride she right there in tha passenger side
[Verse 4 (Fred/Miami)]
This week i made plans tha was set in advance
lost tha inship to sivilla then we jettin' to France
under tha stars sippin chrissy laid back in tha sand
tellin me wayz how you act when you was back wit ya fam
how your mother was smoking crack and your father was dead
see thatz tha type of stuff dat get in my head
and you very emotional
you make a real thug wanna get close to you
wit tha permission you give your lotion letz get ghost girl
[Hook (Sara)]
[Chorus]
I like your style boy i really need to know do u wanna chill wit me [Babs]
we can chill girl lets stop playin you need to come home wit me
[Dylan]
so whatz tha deal boy i gotta little time i really wanna piece of you [Babs]
you know tha deal girl im down for whateva whateva u wanna do [Dylan]
[Young City/Chopper]
Yea Chopper City
It'z Tha Band Ya Heard Me
Tha Next Generation
Bad Boy
[Hook (Sara)]
[Chorus]
I like your style boy i really need to know do u wanna chill wit me [Babs]
we can chill girl lets stop playin you need to come home wit me
[Dylan]
so whatz tha deal boy i gotta little time i really wanna piece of you [Babs]
you know tha deal girl im down for whateva whateva u wanna do [Dylan]
[Dylan Rappin Until Fade.....]
What We Gonna Do lyrics - Da Band
[Sarah]
What we gonna do tonight,
What we gettin into tonight
What we gonna do tonight
What we gettin into tonight
[Ness]
uh, you know what happens when your girl go out, she pop up a month later up on Girls Gone Wild.
Say cheese you on canded camera in your birthday suit like a go go dancer. Ain't nothin funny I ain't Jo Jo dancer E Ness
puff L's like I promote cancer. And I ain't gotta keep a pick up line, Im a PIMP so you can kiss where the sun don't shine.
[Young City / Choppa]
I pull up in that platinum buggy, club hot actin lovely in the spot where it's packed and jumpin. You can catch me in the
cut tryin to wrap the yucky-sticky-icky stuff holla at your youngin (whoop-whoop)
Im back on hit the macks on it. Girls love to touch and put they back on me. I don't wanna be your man Im into one night
stands,you know we doin it big and straight boning uh
[Chorus]
[Babs]
It's more room in the VIP you can come take a seat by me.
[Sarah]
What we gonna do tonight
[Babs]
Get it poppin making a love scene, plenty room in the Limoscene
[Sarah]
What we gonna do tonight
[Fred]
Babygirl leave it up to me I wanna bite threw your panie string
[Sarah]
What we gonna do tonight
[Fred]
Cause I got sexy things I wanna do that'll get you in the mood indeed.
[Babs]
Rode deep to the club my truck is packed. If there ain't enough room lap it up in the back. Circle the block, pull up in
the parkin lock. We all smell like weed cause we spark alot. Table reserved, chicks stand up when they see me. Flag down the
waitor get an applemartny. All night stuntin doin it up. A bunch of best-stye bitches with big ass butts.
[Fred]
Could it be the snake skin gators or the throw back raiders. Every moment is a kodac for the world. But tonight Im no mack
when I match your girl the human spatulor is attached to her. I snatched her up pulled her real close to the fur, gave her a
bottle of crisp fuck a plastic cup. Let me know if we gonna bump with your sassy self cause the Don got ass to touch holla
back
[Sarah backround]
What you gonna do
[Chorus 2x]
What we gonna do tonight,
What we gettin into tonight
What we gonna do tonight
What we gettin into tonight
[Ness]
uh, you know what happens when your girl go out, she pop up a month later up on Girls Gone Wild.
Say cheese you on canded camera in your birthday suit like a go go dancer. Ain't nothin funny I ain't Jo Jo dancer E Ness
puff L's like I promote cancer. And I ain't gotta keep a pick up line, Im a PIMP so you can kiss where the sun don't shine.
[Young City / Choppa]
I pull up in that platinum buggy, club hot actin lovely in the spot where it's packed and jumpin. You can catch me in the
cut tryin to wrap the yucky-sticky-icky stuff holla at your youngin (whoop-whoop)
Im back on hit the macks on it. Girls love to touch and put they back on me. I don't wanna be your man Im into one night
stands,you know we doin it big and straight boning uh
[Chorus]
[Babs]
It's more room in the VIP you can come take a seat by me.
[Sarah]
What we gonna do tonight
[Babs]
Get it poppin making a love scene, plenty room in the Limoscene
[Sarah]
What we gonna do tonight
[Fred]
Babygirl leave it up to me I wanna bite threw your panie string
[Sarah]
What we gonna do tonight
[Fred]
Cause I got sexy things I wanna do that'll get you in the mood indeed.
[Babs]
Rode deep to the club my truck is packed. If there ain't enough room lap it up in the back. Circle the block, pull up in
the parkin lock. We all smell like weed cause we spark alot. Table reserved, chicks stand up when they see me. Flag down the
waitor get an applemartny. All night stuntin doin it up. A bunch of best-stye bitches with big ass butts.
[Fred]
Could it be the snake skin gators or the throw back raiders. Every moment is a kodac for the world. But tonight Im no mack
when I match your girl the human spatulor is attached to her. I snatched her up pulled her real close to the fur, gave her a
bottle of crisp fuck a plastic cup. Let me know if we gonna bump with your sassy self cause the Don got ass to touch holla
back
[Sarah backround]
What you gonna do
[Chorus 2x]
Why lyrics - Da Band
[Dylan talking]
Out and about
And I saw an angel come down from heaven
Having the key of the bottomless pit
And a great chain in his hand
I laid whole on the dragon, that old serpent
Which is the Devil and Satan, and born in a thousand years
See
[Choppa]
I'm the soldier type, keep grip on steel like Conan
Money bulgin' out my pockets, I peel with both hands
International dopeman, known as a D-Boy
If you need me nigga, know you can call on the decoy
Me, all I do is move blow off the corner
Paper chasin' 'cause I'm trying to stack doe like Homer (watch me)
I'm tryin' to keep my head on tight
Baller blockers make a nigga wanna ride at night
Block watcher's callin' coppers so my mind ain't right
The Devil with me but the young boy acknowledge Christ
I did a lot of ridin' in my time, and God blessed me still
I look out for the one the knocks
[Chorus: Fredrick & Sarah]
So why the Devil keep on fuckin' with me, why
Why he knockin' at my door, my door
Why the Devil keep on fuckin' with me
Can you tell me why he huntin' me for?
Tell me what he huntin' me for, tell me
Could you tell me?
Could you tell me what he huntin' me for?
Tell me what he huntin' me for
Could you tell me, tell me?
Could you tell me what he huntin' me for?
[Fredrick]
You're thinkin' life's a joke, I'll slice your throat
Oh, you're a thug, you're about to get your rights revoked
I'm from the Dirty, we don't even know the price of soap
I'm a star, look in the sky, you need a microscope
I'm way ahead of the game, thuggin' runs in my veins
My pocket's chubby, so I went and got a gun in my name
It's just me, him and my blunt in the Range
A young nigga with the filthy slang
Ha ha, I hop out like a Jack In The Box
With three macks and a glock
I'm askin' for nothin', I'm snatchin' my props
I'm gettin' money while I'm laughin' at cops
It ain't you lad, I ain't bad
It's the Devil, why don't you tell'em to stop
[Chorus]
[Elliot Ness] It's like somebody's lookin' over my shoulder
[EN] It's hard to focus in the open I'm surrounded by vultures
[Babs] So many haters I don't know where to turn
[B] And niggas be starin' us down like we got money to burn
[EN] First things first, I'm sick of all you industry thugs
[EN] You feel me, You a enemy if anything cause
[Both] In memory of
[EN] Death to the powers that be
[EN] See I'm a motherfuckin' soldier ain't no coward in me
[EN] Somebody is constantly watching and following me
[EN] Throw shades over my eyes, Wont allow me to see
[Both] Allow me to peek
[EN] Forget about reading the fine print
[EN] My lyrical content on some Vietnam shit
[EN] Shoot 99% dog, top of the line
[Both] I'm back on my grind
[EN] Satan in the back of my mind
[EN] Go a-head with the bullshit, tomorrow ain't promised
[EN] I'm pushin' the rock to stop from getting knocked unconscious
[Chorus]
[P. Diddy talking with Sarah singing]
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for thou walk with me
It's Bad Boy baby, we done seen the ups and downs
Sunny days, rainy days, we'll never stop
Da Band, the next generation, God first
And we won't stop, yeah, let's go
Yeah, get off me, get off me
You know what team I'm on
One God, one love, one family, Bad Boy
I'm like Micheal baby
Dark Angel, yeah, you feel me
I see all you Devil's out there
You'll never stop us
Da Band, 2003, the next generation
Yeah, and we won't stop
Out and about
And I saw an angel come down from heaven
Having the key of the bottomless pit
And a great chain in his hand
I laid whole on the dragon, that old serpent
Which is the Devil and Satan, and born in a thousand years
See
[Choppa]
I'm the soldier type, keep grip on steel like Conan
Money bulgin' out my pockets, I peel with both hands
International dopeman, known as a D-Boy
If you need me nigga, know you can call on the decoy
Me, all I do is move blow off the corner
Paper chasin' 'cause I'm trying to stack doe like Homer (watch me)
I'm tryin' to keep my head on tight
Baller blockers make a nigga wanna ride at night
Block watcher's callin' coppers so my mind ain't right
The Devil with me but the young boy acknowledge Christ
I did a lot of ridin' in my time, and God blessed me still
I look out for the one the knocks
[Chorus: Fredrick & Sarah]
So why the Devil keep on fuckin' with me, why
Why he knockin' at my door, my door
Why the Devil keep on fuckin' with me
Can you tell me why he huntin' me for?
Tell me what he huntin' me for, tell me
Could you tell me?
Could you tell me what he huntin' me for?
Tell me what he huntin' me for
Could you tell me, tell me?
Could you tell me what he huntin' me for?
[Fredrick]
You're thinkin' life's a joke, I'll slice your throat
Oh, you're a thug, you're about to get your rights revoked
I'm from the Dirty, we don't even know the price of soap
I'm a star, look in the sky, you need a microscope
I'm way ahead of the game, thuggin' runs in my veins
My pocket's chubby, so I went and got a gun in my name
It's just me, him and my blunt in the Range
A young nigga with the filthy slang
Ha ha, I hop out like a Jack In The Box
With three macks and a glock
I'm askin' for nothin', I'm snatchin' my props
I'm gettin' money while I'm laughin' at cops
It ain't you lad, I ain't bad
It's the Devil, why don't you tell'em to stop
[Chorus]
[Elliot Ness] It's like somebody's lookin' over my shoulder
[EN] It's hard to focus in the open I'm surrounded by vultures
[Babs] So many haters I don't know where to turn
[B] And niggas be starin' us down like we got money to burn
[EN] First things first, I'm sick of all you industry thugs
[EN] You feel me, You a enemy if anything cause
[Both] In memory of
[EN] Death to the powers that be
[EN] See I'm a motherfuckin' soldier ain't no coward in me
[EN] Somebody is constantly watching and following me
[EN] Throw shades over my eyes, Wont allow me to see
[Both] Allow me to peek
[EN] Forget about reading the fine print
[EN] My lyrical content on some Vietnam shit
[EN] Shoot 99% dog, top of the line
[Both] I'm back on my grind
[EN] Satan in the back of my mind
[EN] Go a-head with the bullshit, tomorrow ain't promised
[EN] I'm pushin' the rock to stop from getting knocked unconscious
[Chorus]
[P. Diddy talking with Sarah singing]
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for thou walk with me
It's Bad Boy baby, we done seen the ups and downs
Sunny days, rainy days, we'll never stop
Da Band, the next generation, God first
And we won't stop, yeah, let's go
Yeah, get off me, get off me
You know what team I'm on
One God, one love, one family, Bad Boy
I'm like Micheal baby
Dark Angel, yeah, you feel me
I see all you Devil's out there
You'll never stop us
Da Band, 2003, the next generation
Yeah, and we won't stop
Stick Up lyrics - Da Band
[Fredrick (Ness)]
Ya'll motha fuckas freeze!
Take a seat on tha flo
I'm approachin the bank teller the bitch locked up the drawer
Gimme the code to the savings put ya hands in the sky
Ya keep shakin cause you know somebody bout to die!
(Now keep ya god damn hands off that panic button
Put tha cash in the bad before i damn do somethin
If tha bitch try to act confused get slapped matter fact
Play it back on the evening news)
Ooo ima act a fool act irrasional
the guard reach for the gun i had to blast the dude *gunshots*
(Fuck it if you i blast him i'll blast him too
Blow his ass to smithereens)
The Glock will tear his ass in two
(Real niggaz gon do what they have to do)
We got it all mapped out we jus passin through
(Huh..he comes the boys in blue we came to wipe the bank out not enjoy the view)
[Chorus Fred and Ness]
Nobody move nobody get hurt
One false move put that ass in the dirt ohh
Dont make me act a fool
Real niggaz gon do what they gotta do
Nobody move nobody get hurt
One false move put that ass in the dirt ohh
Dont make me act a fool
Real niggaz gon do what they gotta do
Dont make us act a fool real niggaz gon do what they have to do
[Police Man]
You in there, this is the police.
Please come out with your hands up and your weapons down. The building is surrounded there is
no way out
([Fred:] shit [gun cocks]...the fuck?)
Please make this easy on yourself and let the people go
(DAMN! [4 shots])
[Ness (Fred)]
Gather all the workers put em in a circle
(woman:not me i got kids)
Shut up before i merk you
(Dont make me hurt you, ya motherfuckers jus form a line be patient in time ima search you)
Damn..we got a whole block flooded wit pigs ya dig..reload the clips you know what it is
(I only..shot 4 out the clip theres 12 more in this bitch and stay low if im shootin cause im
aimin to hit!)
[gun shots]
Go out in broad daylight fuck police
Make that scene from Heat look like Sesame Street. Listen to me
(No dawg listen to me if bad gets worse im goin on a killin spree)
Man you wild dawg listen to me
I got a trick up my sleeve make my mission complete
Check it, take the steps to the top of the ceiling
Got a chopper waitin for us at the top of the building
(My man thats a plan lemme grab a million)
lets hover above the city over top of civilians
Ya'll motha fuckas freeze!
Take a seat on tha flo
I'm approachin the bank teller the bitch locked up the drawer
Gimme the code to the savings put ya hands in the sky
Ya keep shakin cause you know somebody bout to die!
(Now keep ya god damn hands off that panic button
Put tha cash in the bad before i damn do somethin
If tha bitch try to act confused get slapped matter fact
Play it back on the evening news)
Ooo ima act a fool act irrasional
the guard reach for the gun i had to blast the dude *gunshots*
(Fuck it if you i blast him i'll blast him too
Blow his ass to smithereens)
The Glock will tear his ass in two
(Real niggaz gon do what they have to do)
We got it all mapped out we jus passin through
(Huh..he comes the boys in blue we came to wipe the bank out not enjoy the view)
[Chorus Fred and Ness]
Nobody move nobody get hurt
One false move put that ass in the dirt ohh
Dont make me act a fool
Real niggaz gon do what they gotta do
Nobody move nobody get hurt
One false move put that ass in the dirt ohh
Dont make me act a fool
Real niggaz gon do what they gotta do
Dont make us act a fool real niggaz gon do what they have to do
[Police Man]
You in there, this is the police.
Please come out with your hands up and your weapons down. The building is surrounded there is
no way out
([Fred:] shit [gun cocks]...the fuck?)
Please make this easy on yourself and let the people go
(DAMN! [4 shots])
[Ness (Fred)]
Gather all the workers put em in a circle
(woman:not me i got kids)
Shut up before i merk you
(Dont make me hurt you, ya motherfuckers jus form a line be patient in time ima search you)
Damn..we got a whole block flooded wit pigs ya dig..reload the clips you know what it is
(I only..shot 4 out the clip theres 12 more in this bitch and stay low if im shootin cause im
aimin to hit!)
[gun shots]
Go out in broad daylight fuck police
Make that scene from Heat look like Sesame Street. Listen to me
(No dawg listen to me if bad gets worse im goin on a killin spree)
Man you wild dawg listen to me
I got a trick up my sleeve make my mission complete
Check it, take the steps to the top of the ceiling
Got a chopper waitin for us at the top of the building
(My man thats a plan lemme grab a million)
lets hover above the city over top of civilians
Whatchu Be Doin (Interlude) lyrics - Da Band
[Helicopter wings spinning]
[Babs]
Yo..whatchu be....whatchu be doin....
whatchu be doin in New Orleans
[Chopper]
Chill..fuck hoes..and eat food..
[Babs]
Yo..whatchu be....whatchu be doin....
whatchu be doin in New Orleans
[Chopper]
Chill..fuck hoes..and eat food..
Chopped Up lyrics - Da Band
[Intro (Chopper Talking)]
What's happenin'
this ya boy Chopper City, ya heard me
New Orleans
[1st Verse]
I'm from the dirty, but I stay so fresh, so clean
With all these throwbacks, you think I got a time machine
Kodak moment, everytime I hit scenes
Cuz I'm a young ??, I flip keys
Alicia aint, got, nothin' on me, I'm so shady
Tha benz is amazing, tha color is all gravy
Please believe, my squad be them DBE's
We ridin' in them drop tops, wit them DVD's
Spreewells on them alloys, daddy I'm so jiggy
I flow so sickly, I roll with P. Diddy
Fa-Shiggety!!!, tha thug shit just run in my kidney
Always on point aint no nigga gone put no steel to me
Feelin' me, every move I make
It replay, EA Sports style, especially on tha freeway
whodi so wild, I keep thangs that bark loud
move the whole crowd, I suggest niggaz to roll out
Listen!
[Hook 2x]
I'm a bad boy, get out my way, 'rilla
bust shots on the block, when I spray, 'rilla
ya get, chopped up, with the chopper
ya dog ass gone get done for it
ya betta run for it
[2nd Verse]
Tha bad boy's untamed guerrilla
I keeps it rilla' man ya gots to feel me
Worldwide connected from Ghanistan to Philly
What the dilly, I'm in tha milli' dropped 2-seater
With creepers strapped with nina's, fuckin' with senoritas
Jesus, I'm just off the meters
Believe, I still do got more stripes, and shelves than Adidas
Slang base-n-ball like Alex Rodriguez
Put ya foggles on, ya'll niggaz can't see me, like
I up, my level a notch to better
I can make a hit, a-capella
Ya can't, knock tha fella
I'm here now, I ain't going nowhere
Believe that, love it or not, the boy is here
The boy don't fear, shit, I been bad since birth, dog
Taught to blast, mash, get the cash, and murk off
Skkiirrt!!! fake niggaz catch down syndrax
call 9-1-index, these niggaz is jive
ya hoe, I'm all in that, she lovin' the guy
fa' sho', look at her now, the stomach taped with pies
Ya heard me!
[Hook 2x]
I'm a bad boy, get out my way, 'rilla
bust shots on the block, when I spray, 'rilla
ya get, chopped up, with the chopper
ya dog ass gone get done for it
ya betta run for it
[3rd Verse]
I'm that nigga, I got clout, like Big Guy, and ??
I'm that fly, with big guns, that splat guys
I shit pies, van diesel, triple X, I
And pull deadly stunts, just like I'm Left Eye
Ain't, no, half steppin' to test mines
If ya, want it then come and get, I'll make a name for ya
You gone get, what the fuck you came for, the chainsaw
(chainsaw rumble)sawed off ya ankles
play like it's slavery, and hang ya, daddy
I catch ya playin' me, its danger
Taught to rap, make it crack, snackle and pop
all out of type, thats the way I act on the block
Bout green, dope fiend supplier
Keep a beam of iron
In the jungle full of theives and lions
I am, focused man, the bad boy soldier
landed on the top, I thought I told ya man
Listen!
[Hook 4x]
I'm a bad boy, get out my way, 'rilla
bust shots on the block, when I spray, 'rilla
ya get, chopped up, with the chopper
ya dog ass gone get done for it
ya betta run for it
[Chopper talking]
Huh bruh?, ya heard me
Bad Boy, ya heard me
For life man
This how I'm livin'
right out chea' man
New Orleans, to the day I die
3rd Ward, Uptown man
Ya dig, I'm a bad boy man
they can't stop me
Young City, ya heard me
Dofat, holla back!
What's happenin'
this ya boy Chopper City, ya heard me
New Orleans
[1st Verse]
I'm from the dirty, but I stay so fresh, so clean
With all these throwbacks, you think I got a time machine
Kodak moment, everytime I hit scenes
Cuz I'm a young ??, I flip keys
Alicia aint, got, nothin' on me, I'm so shady
Tha benz is amazing, tha color is all gravy
Please believe, my squad be them DBE's
We ridin' in them drop tops, wit them DVD's
Spreewells on them alloys, daddy I'm so jiggy
I flow so sickly, I roll with P. Diddy
Fa-Shiggety!!!, tha thug shit just run in my kidney
Always on point aint no nigga gone put no steel to me
Feelin' me, every move I make
It replay, EA Sports style, especially on tha freeway
whodi so wild, I keep thangs that bark loud
move the whole crowd, I suggest niggaz to roll out
Listen!
[Hook 2x]
I'm a bad boy, get out my way, 'rilla
bust shots on the block, when I spray, 'rilla
ya get, chopped up, with the chopper
ya dog ass gone get done for it
ya betta run for it
[2nd Verse]
Tha bad boy's untamed guerrilla
I keeps it rilla' man ya gots to feel me
Worldwide connected from Ghanistan to Philly
What the dilly, I'm in tha milli' dropped 2-seater
With creepers strapped with nina's, fuckin' with senoritas
Jesus, I'm just off the meters
Believe, I still do got more stripes, and shelves than Adidas
Slang base-n-ball like Alex Rodriguez
Put ya foggles on, ya'll niggaz can't see me, like
I up, my level a notch to better
I can make a hit, a-capella
Ya can't, knock tha fella
I'm here now, I ain't going nowhere
Believe that, love it or not, the boy is here
The boy don't fear, shit, I been bad since birth, dog
Taught to blast, mash, get the cash, and murk off
Skkiirrt!!! fake niggaz catch down syndrax
call 9-1-index, these niggaz is jive
ya hoe, I'm all in that, she lovin' the guy
fa' sho', look at her now, the stomach taped with pies
Ya heard me!
[Hook 2x]
I'm a bad boy, get out my way, 'rilla
bust shots on the block, when I spray, 'rilla
ya get, chopped up, with the chopper
ya dog ass gone get done for it
ya betta run for it
[3rd Verse]
I'm that nigga, I got clout, like Big Guy, and ??
I'm that fly, with big guns, that splat guys
I shit pies, van diesel, triple X, I
And pull deadly stunts, just like I'm Left Eye
Ain't, no, half steppin' to test mines
If ya, want it then come and get, I'll make a name for ya
You gone get, what the fuck you came for, the chainsaw
(chainsaw rumble)sawed off ya ankles
play like it's slavery, and hang ya, daddy
I catch ya playin' me, its danger
Taught to rap, make it crack, snackle and pop
all out of type, thats the way I act on the block
Bout green, dope fiend supplier
Keep a beam of iron
In the jungle full of theives and lions
I am, focused man, the bad boy soldier
landed on the top, I thought I told ya man
Listen!
[Hook 4x]
I'm a bad boy, get out my way, 'rilla
bust shots on the block, when I spray, 'rilla
ya get, chopped up, with the chopper
ya dog ass gone get done for it
ya betta run for it
[Chopper talking]
Huh bruh?, ya heard me
Bad Boy, ya heard me
For life man
This how I'm livin'
right out chea' man
New Orleans, to the day I die
3rd Ward, Uptown man
Ya dig, I'm a bad boy man
they can't stop me
Young City, ya heard me
Dofat, holla back!
Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That lyrics - Da Band
[Intro:]
[Puff] Bad boy baby,
We the last standin' check the records,
Check the score.
Da Band, the next generation of Bad motherfuckers, c'mon
[Babs]
I'm back and I'm hittin' em hard
Tits don't sag, I dont need no push-up bra
Bitch you mad, babs got a brand new car
Drop top in the hood, I'm a ghetto superstar [breathe]
Pop bottles and roll up weed
Bab's strong arm chicks like I'm hercules
You got a problem, come see the girl, I'll solve 'em
Big belly bitches we starve 'em
Niggas in the hood, we rob 'em wheneva they flawcin'
Betta tuck in ya chain bitch and keep on walkin'
You a thug, why you keep on talkin let's get it crackin'
Get ya bitch stomped ou in the club, I make it happen
I got this, Diddy done let me out
Out chick, spit sick when I open my mouth (yeah)
My year now so you girls betta leave
Me and my people comin' and we rollin' six deep
[Chorus (Ness):]
All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that, Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat
[Ness]
Imma changed man since I made the band
Nobody - gave a damn, no-one gave a hand
Made man, made the band, wave ya hands
Rocks in the watch, I think I'm bout to blaze the band
Elliot Ness, you know I'm here to save the land
Don't try to lie and say the liquor is what made you ran (whooo)
Go somewhere and be a maintnence man, a janitor
Dogg don't blame me, blame ya manager
Keep ya hands out my pockets nigga
Franchise like I play for the Rockets nigga
Who shot ya, Biggie Smalls, Tupac ya nigga
Ready to Die, All Eyes on the project nigga
You stocky - I put sumthin in ya biceps nigga
I can't help it, I'm a violent nigga
A gee, who down wit his thousand nigga
[Chorus (Chopper):]
All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that,
Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat
[Chopper]
There he go, hoppin' out the G-5 wagon
G-coated, rees, Bo's and tees swaggin'
Runnin' game on ya bitch, ya boy's a pimp
I need the ones wit no type of common sense (that about it)
If you bout it then throw it up
Got that fire and you ready to light it then tote it up
Now that's gangsta, don't make me spank ya
You - run in that water now ya life is in danger
Ride wit the underworld, them key bangers
Soldeir that be off that frail, them beef bringers
Picture a nigga tryin' to carry me
It won't happen, I won't let you niggas worry me
Imma stay thugged out till they bury me
When they do, I can't wait to see buried B
Imma dirty south boy from the dirty steets
Get krunk, get buck, get the hell off ya feet
[Chorus (Fred):]
All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that,
Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat because...
[Fred]
Best believe these dudes ain't never kill nuthin'
I'm Fred, you want him dead, put some bullets in his coffin'
Lord forgive me, but these niggas is playin' wit the boss man
You don't wanna get in the trunk, you gettin tossed in (come one man)
I'm the type you squeese tight, and you bring your cousin', man homeboy that's yall man
Man I got it all planned, Diddy fathered the game
I'm Bad, but not a boy, I got a part of his name
Homie I see you trippin', then it's off wit ya chain
Yo head - harder than wood then I'm sawin ya brain
A Don, I mean what I say and I say what I mean
I eat, shit, and sleep yeah I lay wit them things
Bad Boy wit Universal, so don't play wit the team
[E.Ness & Fred] Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team (holla)
[Chopper] Bad Boy so don't play wit the team (holla)
[Babs] Bad Boy so don't play wit the team (holla)
[Puff] Bad boy baby,
We the last standin' check the records,
Check the score.
Da Band, the next generation of Bad motherfuckers, c'mon
[Babs]
I'm back and I'm hittin' em hard
Tits don't sag, I dont need no push-up bra
Bitch you mad, babs got a brand new car
Drop top in the hood, I'm a ghetto superstar [breathe]
Pop bottles and roll up weed
Bab's strong arm chicks like I'm hercules
You got a problem, come see the girl, I'll solve 'em
Big belly bitches we starve 'em
Niggas in the hood, we rob 'em wheneva they flawcin'
Betta tuck in ya chain bitch and keep on walkin'
You a thug, why you keep on talkin let's get it crackin'
Get ya bitch stomped ou in the club, I make it happen
I got this, Diddy done let me out
Out chick, spit sick when I open my mouth (yeah)
My year now so you girls betta leave
Me and my people comin' and we rollin' six deep
[Chorus (Ness):]
All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that, Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat
[Ness]
Imma changed man since I made the band
Nobody - gave a damn, no-one gave a hand
Made man, made the band, wave ya hands
Rocks in the watch, I think I'm bout to blaze the band
Elliot Ness, you know I'm here to save the land
Don't try to lie and say the liquor is what made you ran (whooo)
Go somewhere and be a maintnence man, a janitor
Dogg don't blame me, blame ya manager
Keep ya hands out my pockets nigga
Franchise like I play for the Rockets nigga
Who shot ya, Biggie Smalls, Tupac ya nigga
Ready to Die, All Eyes on the project nigga
You stocky - I put sumthin in ya biceps nigga
I can't help it, I'm a violent nigga
A gee, who down wit his thousand nigga
[Chorus (Chopper):]
All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that,
Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat
[Chopper]
There he go, hoppin' out the G-5 wagon
G-coated, rees, Bo's and tees swaggin'
Runnin' game on ya bitch, ya boy's a pimp
I need the ones wit no type of common sense (that about it)
If you bout it then throw it up
Got that fire and you ready to light it then tote it up
Now that's gangsta, don't make me spank ya
You - run in that water now ya life is in danger
Ride wit the underworld, them key bangers
Soldeir that be off that frail, them beef bringers
Picture a nigga tryin' to carry me
It won't happen, I won't let you niggas worry me
Imma stay thugged out till they bury me
When they do, I can't wait to see buried B
Imma dirty south boy from the dirty steets
Get krunk, get buck, get the hell off ya feet
[Chorus (Fred):]
All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that,
Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat because...
[Fred]
Best believe these dudes ain't never kill nuthin'
I'm Fred, you want him dead, put some bullets in his coffin'
Lord forgive me, but these niggas is playin' wit the boss man
You don't wanna get in the trunk, you gettin tossed in (come one man)
I'm the type you squeese tight, and you bring your cousin', man homeboy that's yall man
Man I got it all planned, Diddy fathered the game
I'm Bad, but not a boy, I got a part of his name
Homie I see you trippin', then it's off wit ya chain
Yo head - harder than wood then I'm sawin ya brain
A Don, I mean what I say and I say what I mean
I eat, shit, and sleep yeah I lay wit them things
Bad Boy wit Universal, so don't play wit the team
[E.Ness & Fred] Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team (holla)
[Chopper] Bad Boy so don't play wit the team (holla)
[Babs] Bad Boy so don't play wit the team (holla)
Do You Know lyrics - Da Band (feat. Wyclef Jean)
[Wyclef Jean]
Y'all hear the guitars
Wyclef is in the building
Puffy came to get me
I have officially made the band
I'm a rockstar
[Sara]
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh a Duh Duh
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh a Duh Duh
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh a Duh Duh
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh
Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things
That life is showing you
What are you gonna do
Do you know
[Chopper]
So where you from?
[Babs]
Where chicks rock Air Force 1's
Belly shirts tied up and our hair stay done
So where you from
[Fred]
Where they don't rock Air Force 1's
We hit the block out the spots holding Air Force guns
So where you from
[Ness]
Philly spitters rock Dickies and boots
A deuce deuce in my tube socks inching the shoe
Man where you from
[Chopper]
Where guerillas don't be messing with cops
You catch a case
Go on the run and still hugging the block
[Babs]
So what you doing
[Chopper]
Big Ballin' money makin and flossin'
Sean Johnin' you know how we do it in New Orleans
So what you doing
[Ness]
What I'm doing, man I'm doing it big
I'm cockin it back the mack crack, crackin' your wig
Man what you doing
[Fred]
Man I'm minding my bizz I'm trying to feed my kids
I can't starve dog I need my rib
Yo what you doing
[Babs]
Shuttin' broads down believe me
On my grind all night cause your girl is greedy
whoooo
[Chorus: (Sara)]
Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things
That life is showing you
What are you gonna do
Do you know
[Ness]
All I know
Somebody better have my money
If being broke is a joke
I don't find that funny
[Babs]
All I know
That chicks better respect my gangsta
I'm far from your mother
But I still will spank ya
[Chopper]
All I know
Is this project living and sh...
What could you tell me
If you ain't never been in this here
[Fred]
All I know
My flow put me through better doors
And bought two gold pedals
For that Bentley Azure, euurrrke
[Sara]
Please, don't give up, on your life
Ghetto child, it's alright, it's alright
[Dylan]
The sun will come out, tomorrow
Even though we grindin' down in the ghetto
But so we go, so we go
When the sun come out to shine
I'd be so ready for die now
Forgive me for my sins
But I still holding me nine-ah
VIP looking for another man for rob now
Just another way for escape Riker's Island
[Fred]
I'm gonna prove to these dudes
I can get me a Coupe
Without snatching you out of yours
With that steam on you, blakoww
[Chopper]
I wanna prove
I'm a superstar
My rims sitting on Shaquille O'Neals
You know who we are
[Babs]
I gonna prove it
That Babs is the best in the game
So thugs hold on tight
Like I'm snatching your chain
[Ness]
And I'm gonna prove it
To the chicks that cold shouldered me
And the record labels
That chose to look over me, ha
I ain't going back to jail
To a pack of Oodles and Noodles
In the wack of my cell
Dudes get cut in the yard
We rushing the guards
We taking over it's a riot
Gun button the Sarge
All of my homies with wheels
Waiting for in the peel
Is all the way real
We peel penintentiary steel, come on
[Sara]
Do you knoooowwww Ohhhhhhh
Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things
That life is showing you
What are you gonna do (You gotta know)
Do you know
[Wyclef Jean]
Bad Boy, Refugee camp collabo, let's go
[Babs]
Babs from Brooklyn and I do my thing
[Chopper]
Chopper City straight out of New Orleans
[Fred]
The infamous Freddy P. from the M-I-A
[Sara]
It's Sara stokes with the Midwest Swing
[Dylan]
Dylan Dillinger doing me thing
[Ness]
E-Ness that Philly cat sticking for bling, pow
[Sara]
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh
Y'all hear the guitars
Wyclef is in the building
Puffy came to get me
I have officially made the band
I'm a rockstar
[Sara]
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh a Duh Duh
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh a Duh Duh
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh a Duh Duh
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh
Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things
That life is showing you
What are you gonna do
Do you know
[Chopper]
So where you from?
[Babs]
Where chicks rock Air Force 1's
Belly shirts tied up and our hair stay done
So where you from
[Fred]
Where they don't rock Air Force 1's
We hit the block out the spots holding Air Force guns
So where you from
[Ness]
Philly spitters rock Dickies and boots
A deuce deuce in my tube socks inching the shoe
Man where you from
[Chopper]
Where guerillas don't be messing with cops
You catch a case
Go on the run and still hugging the block
[Babs]
So what you doing
[Chopper]
Big Ballin' money makin and flossin'
Sean Johnin' you know how we do it in New Orleans
So what you doing
[Ness]
What I'm doing, man I'm doing it big
I'm cockin it back the mack crack, crackin' your wig
Man what you doing
[Fred]
Man I'm minding my bizz I'm trying to feed my kids
I can't starve dog I need my rib
Yo what you doing
[Babs]
Shuttin' broads down believe me
On my grind all night cause your girl is greedy
whoooo
[Chorus: (Sara)]
Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things
That life is showing you
What are you gonna do
Do you know
[Ness]
All I know
Somebody better have my money
If being broke is a joke
I don't find that funny
[Babs]
All I know
That chicks better respect my gangsta
I'm far from your mother
But I still will spank ya
[Chopper]
All I know
Is this project living and sh...
What could you tell me
If you ain't never been in this here
[Fred]
All I know
My flow put me through better doors
And bought two gold pedals
For that Bentley Azure, euurrrke
[Sara]
Please, don't give up, on your life
Ghetto child, it's alright, it's alright
[Dylan]
The sun will come out, tomorrow
Even though we grindin' down in the ghetto
But so we go, so we go
When the sun come out to shine
I'd be so ready for die now
Forgive me for my sins
But I still holding me nine-ah
VIP looking for another man for rob now
Just another way for escape Riker's Island
[Fred]
I'm gonna prove to these dudes
I can get me a Coupe
Without snatching you out of yours
With that steam on you, blakoww
[Chopper]
I wanna prove
I'm a superstar
My rims sitting on Shaquille O'Neals
You know who we are
[Babs]
I gonna prove it
That Babs is the best in the game
So thugs hold on tight
Like I'm snatching your chain
[Ness]
And I'm gonna prove it
To the chicks that cold shouldered me
And the record labels
That chose to look over me, ha
I ain't going back to jail
To a pack of Oodles and Noodles
In the wack of my cell
Dudes get cut in the yard
We rushing the guards
We taking over it's a riot
Gun button the Sarge
All of my homies with wheels
Waiting for in the peel
Is all the way real
We peel penintentiary steel, come on
[Sara]
Do you knoooowwww Ohhhhhhh
Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things
That life is showing you
What are you gonna do (You gotta know)
Do you know
[Wyclef Jean]
Bad Boy, Refugee camp collabo, let's go
[Babs]
Babs from Brooklyn and I do my thing
[Chopper]
Chopper City straight out of New Orleans
[Fred]
The infamous Freddy P. from the M-I-A
[Sara]
It's Sara stokes with the Midwest Swing
[Dylan]
Dylan Dillinger doing me thing
[Ness]
E-Ness that Philly cat sticking for bling, pow
[Sara]
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh
Hold Me Down lyrics - Da Band
[Babs]
Yeah, Brooklyn New York, stay focused
Its ya girl, Babs Bunny, the streets first lady
Diddy I see you baby
Yall niggas done met ya match
I'm somthin like a pimp you bust i bust back
I game dudes got 'em callin me wifey
My stomach stay flat babys mothas dont like me
Chicks is heated then I give my ice see
Im the knockout queen yall hos dont wanna fight me
Sexy brown skin complexion
Cuz shits in my purse its a deadly weapon yeah
I dont pay for nothin at all i even get free dutches at the corner store
Shot caller dudes stop as soon as i see
Babs bunny the black jet queen of the week huh
Im fire just what the thugs desire
Got a high pitched flow MC Mariah
When i walk down the streets niggas squeak their tires
Got every club for more we passin street flyers
I been there VIP its a short night
With a bottle of haze my weave is so tight
Im ready for some action hands in the air
Crystal over here in the club no beer
Struttin bad girl i do it for nothin
Tight dickies shirt with a pop top button
Babs repeat it im somethin that the rap game needed
Thorough bread plus i stay weeded
[Fred]
Im in and out the magazines back to the tv shows
Attendin business meetings with the 40s and my 34s
Every days an episode all because im episode
Just like rats they wanna know where my cheddar flows
Everydays like valentine hah i keep it rollin
Never made a dime for rhyme yeah
I make the people no my people dont beleive it though
Someone has been leavin no words sayin cold you stack on no you serpico
Cuz you headin through the line makin and carryin their flow
So it must be those freaky po pos i hope
They better pray they dont run no chrome or your momma gonna be singin that song
[Chopper]
What you say Freddy P ya heard me
Its all chopper city ya heard me
Your little brother ya heard me
I representin the band ya dig to the death
New Orleans Third Wall Magnolia
Let me catch a nigga bootin up ima be like whats hap nigga
I crush balls and it a mothafuckin fact nigga
You know what type of shit im on i let the mack hit ya
You cant box my squad our left jabs quicka
Then any bitch nigga that tries to come against us
All my sistas i promise to make it part of my agenda to get ya
You know what im sayin we see them ninjas
Hoppin off of they cottage and choppin you down like timber
You can try to stop me i will end ya
Shit my killer instincts like cinder
Im a bad boy you better make it
Make it out fifty
Chopper city by position i can paint you a picture
[Ness]
Hey yo Choppa I dig you like a fuckin shovel man
You see its ness the enforcer from the band man
We the hottest thing since microwave popcorn dog
This is real its about to go down like this hey yo
Puffin on sour deezys you know it aint legal when i never been to iraq but packin desert
eagles on me
Call me a liar but the fires back
Bad boy empire is where the fires at
I got the sean john truck with the tires to match
The whole hood on fire the wires tapped
Ok this part of the deal
Bounty huntas all on my heals
Lookin for me huh so were in devilles
I take the planes trains automobiles boats
Overseas passport to brazil
Survival with the fittest nigga i talk it i live it
Gotta talk before you walk any nigga can get it
[Dylan]
We Da Band!!!
For the family ya know
Elliot Ness Me ah Hold it down till death
Before the annaducks what me tell ya
Dylan Dyllanger!
Guerrilla family, West Indian hype
Me ah say somethin like dis
Come look
Yo me, me nah born rich, me was poor n needy
But SEE, man ah die now me nah bloodclot beegie
See ME, shot ya high up
You nah see me see see
Little more me a'go wire up with set CCC
She check all of me guns n rocs
Thieft it thieft
Of all me points legalize cause we need it
Treat the people like "come out" "yes sir"
Rule the people with me guns
Like moses rule with him rod
BUMBA CLOT!
We not the warriors with Ouigi
Me men right chest hard and
We love the almighty
Me nah burn out me truck see
Peal back the back seat
Shot every area of fools who nah like me (WAH!)
Dem losers got a new night see
My glock come out when its time f' be black sheep
Ask them, if you cant see Da Band is me famly
If you disrespect
Dem will find ya body
Yeah, Brooklyn New York, stay focused
Its ya girl, Babs Bunny, the streets first lady
Diddy I see you baby
Yall niggas done met ya match
I'm somthin like a pimp you bust i bust back
I game dudes got 'em callin me wifey
My stomach stay flat babys mothas dont like me
Chicks is heated then I give my ice see
Im the knockout queen yall hos dont wanna fight me
Sexy brown skin complexion
Cuz shits in my purse its a deadly weapon yeah
I dont pay for nothin at all i even get free dutches at the corner store
Shot caller dudes stop as soon as i see
Babs bunny the black jet queen of the week huh
Im fire just what the thugs desire
Got a high pitched flow MC Mariah
When i walk down the streets niggas squeak their tires
Got every club for more we passin street flyers
I been there VIP its a short night
With a bottle of haze my weave is so tight
Im ready for some action hands in the air
Crystal over here in the club no beer
Struttin bad girl i do it for nothin
Tight dickies shirt with a pop top button
Babs repeat it im somethin that the rap game needed
Thorough bread plus i stay weeded
[Fred]
Im in and out the magazines back to the tv shows
Attendin business meetings with the 40s and my 34s
Every days an episode all because im episode
Just like rats they wanna know where my cheddar flows
Everydays like valentine hah i keep it rollin
Never made a dime for rhyme yeah
I make the people no my people dont beleive it though
Someone has been leavin no words sayin cold you stack on no you serpico
Cuz you headin through the line makin and carryin their flow
So it must be those freaky po pos i hope
They better pray they dont run no chrome or your momma gonna be singin that song
[Chopper]
What you say Freddy P ya heard me
Its all chopper city ya heard me
Your little brother ya heard me
I representin the band ya dig to the death
New Orleans Third Wall Magnolia
Let me catch a nigga bootin up ima be like whats hap nigga
I crush balls and it a mothafuckin fact nigga
You know what type of shit im on i let the mack hit ya
You cant box my squad our left jabs quicka
Then any bitch nigga that tries to come against us
All my sistas i promise to make it part of my agenda to get ya
You know what im sayin we see them ninjas
Hoppin off of they cottage and choppin you down like timber
You can try to stop me i will end ya
Shit my killer instincts like cinder
Im a bad boy you better make it
Make it out fifty
Chopper city by position i can paint you a picture
[Ness]
Hey yo Choppa I dig you like a fuckin shovel man
You see its ness the enforcer from the band man
We the hottest thing since microwave popcorn dog
This is real its about to go down like this hey yo
Puffin on sour deezys you know it aint legal when i never been to iraq but packin desert
eagles on me
Call me a liar but the fires back
Bad boy empire is where the fires at
I got the sean john truck with the tires to match
The whole hood on fire the wires tapped
Ok this part of the deal
Bounty huntas all on my heals
Lookin for me huh so were in devilles
I take the planes trains automobiles boats
Overseas passport to brazil
Survival with the fittest nigga i talk it i live it
Gotta talk before you walk any nigga can get it
[Dylan]
We Da Band!!!
For the family ya know
Elliot Ness Me ah Hold it down till death
Before the annaducks what me tell ya
Dylan Dyllanger!
Guerrilla family, West Indian hype
Me ah say somethin like dis
Come look
Yo me, me nah born rich, me was poor n needy
But SEE, man ah die now me nah bloodclot beegie
See ME, shot ya high up
You nah see me see see
Little more me a'go wire up with set CCC
She check all of me guns n rocs
Thieft it thieft
Of all me points legalize cause we need it
Treat the people like "come out" "yes sir"
Rule the people with me guns
Like moses rule with him rod
BUMBA CLOT!
We not the warriors with Ouigi
Me men right chest hard and
We love the almighty
Me nah burn out me truck see
Peal back the back seat
Shot every area of fools who nah like me (WAH!)
Dem losers got a new night see
My glock come out when its time f' be black sheep
Ask them, if you cant see Da Band is me famly
If you disrespect
Dem will find ya body
Cheers To Me Mr. Bentley lyrics - Da Band (feat. Madd Rapper)
[Mr. Bently + (Madd Rapper)]
And good evening (Yeah, good evening!)
It is I, Mr. Hospitality (yeah, we here baby!)
Aka Mr. Hardwork (aka Mr. Hardwork)
Aka Mr. Central Pay Icon (I don't know about all that)
Aka America's Perfect Gentleman, the talented Mr. Bentley (Bentley!)
Cheers to me, the honorary seventh member of the band (Alright, hey hey hey)
And we're here to talk to you all about hard work (Hard Work!)
A lot of people want to be a part of the music business, (yeah I know I need some cash!)
But we're here to tell you it takes a lot of hard work (yeah yeah, you gotta work hard)
The first thing you have to do is get yourself a mentor, (Uh-huh, uh-huh!)
Hope he has more hustle than Russell and Lyor (Russell or Lyor, Hey!)
Just so happens mine has four-hundred million more (More!)
You've seen the boy dance, there's more in store (More in store!)
Never seen a record label platinum plaques this consistent (Consistent!)
You know the president, now meet his assistant (Now meet his assistant!)
Switch titles, just as persistent
You got a demo, but my number ain't listed (It ain't listed, you can't find me)
You better catch me when you see me in the streets, folks (Streets, folks)
You know me when you see me, see me with my Tie-Bow
Bow-Tie, and don't touch it, I ain't lying folks
Oh, there goes Bentley going to Maybach for a transport
Oh, there goes Bentley, he ain't driving, he's in the back folks
(Yo where my glasses nigga, I told you he bought thirty spokes!)
We gonna show you how to do this son!
Chopper City, and Freddy Pee
You know I'm shouting out to VP HP,
Dylan the Dillenger (Stevie J and Dot track!)
E. Ness, Babs, and don't sample Dofat!
Miss Stokes sing a line chairman Diddy co-signed!
Yo, we gonna show you how to do this son!
(Yo, we gonna show you how to do this son! Word!)
[Random shout-outs]
And good evening (Yeah, good evening!)
It is I, Mr. Hospitality (yeah, we here baby!)
Aka Mr. Hardwork (aka Mr. Hardwork)
Aka Mr. Central Pay Icon (I don't know about all that)
Aka America's Perfect Gentleman, the talented Mr. Bentley (Bentley!)
Cheers to me, the honorary seventh member of the band (Alright, hey hey hey)
And we're here to talk to you all about hard work (Hard Work!)
A lot of people want to be a part of the music business, (yeah I know I need some cash!)
But we're here to tell you it takes a lot of hard work (yeah yeah, you gotta work hard)
The first thing you have to do is get yourself a mentor, (Uh-huh, uh-huh!)
Hope he has more hustle than Russell and Lyor (Russell or Lyor, Hey!)
Just so happens mine has four-hundred million more (More!)
You've seen the boy dance, there's more in store (More in store!)
Never seen a record label platinum plaques this consistent (Consistent!)
You know the president, now meet his assistant (Now meet his assistant!)
Switch titles, just as persistent
You got a demo, but my number ain't listed (It ain't listed, you can't find me)
You better catch me when you see me in the streets, folks (Streets, folks)
You know me when you see me, see me with my Tie-Bow
Bow-Tie, and don't touch it, I ain't lying folks
Oh, there goes Bentley going to Maybach for a transport
Oh, there goes Bentley, he ain't driving, he's in the back folks
(Yo where my glasses nigga, I told you he bought thirty spokes!)
We gonna show you how to do this son!
Chopper City, and Freddy Pee
You know I'm shouting out to VP HP,
Dylan the Dillenger (Stevie J and Dot track!)
E. Ness, Babs, and don't sample Dofat!
Miss Stokes sing a line chairman Diddy co-signed!
Yo, we gonna show you how to do this son!
(Yo, we gonna show you how to do this son! Word!)
[Random shout-outs]
They Know lyrics - Da Band (feat. Chopper)
[Fred] Yeah. This beat here was created in the Hamptons
[Chop] Uughhh!
[Fred] And dropped in Manhattan
[Background:] Hey-o, Hey-o
[Chop] Bad Boy's the label
[Fred] Time Shock
[Chop] Dofat's the man
[Fred] Wit Chopper from Miami to New Orleans
[Chop] Chopper City's the nigga (whoo!)
[Fred] Freddy P
[Chop] Who want war wit em'?
(Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
[Chop] Take a fall wit em'
(Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
Back against the wall wit em
(Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
[Fred] Chopper City let 'em know!
[Chopper]
I believe in gettin rich or die tryin
Niggaz is (?) and I'm a warrior like ninja stroll
It ain't nothin, I can show you how to pimp a ho
And if you want it, you can get it nigga - friend of foe
I keeps the mac milli low
Itchy for nothin to crack so I can snap like "what chu grillin fo'?"
Shit, I keeps it gutter man, you know how I do's it
I strike a kite that's my definition of stickin and movin
What you know about shoot outs for half an hour?
If you don't, you niggaz is jive and act as cowards
You bouta witness City reach till' it's massive power
Boss man. I can get you niggaz wacked in showers
I'm well known for what I do, but fiends call me Captain Powder
If you want it you can call on Chopper
[Whispers] Choppa! Fetti is somethin that ya boy desire
I keep the metal thing-a-mijiggy the color is copper
[Chorus: Chopper w/ Fred in the background]
I keeps it gangsta - you can ask my niggaz cause they know (They know)
[Fred] Yeah
I'ma hustler that bout them pesos (pesos)
[Fred] C'mon
If you wit me then let them keys blow (keys blow)
[Fred] Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid
Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low now..
I keeps it gangsta - you can ask my niggaz cause they know (They know)
[Fred] Holla
I'ma hustler that bout them pesos (pesos)
[Fred] Holla
If you wit me then let them keys blow (keys blow)
[Fred] Holla
Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low Now..
[Fred]
I love the haters cause I feed of they energy
I'm in the same business as the muthafucker on the roof who shot Kennedy
Waitin for sinners and
They see the glory and pain
You know the story bout the boy with a name
He did things like kill people and stole Kane
The hood got three lanes, Life, Death, or entertain
Now sellin's the life. In that box is the D-word
In that house by the lake wit the yacht is the Keyword
Fuck it, if he work and she work Da Band
We work on P.D.'s nerves
Man we probly gon clash when he hear these words
But fuck it, I love that nigga, he the reason we hurr
If it wasn't for him, I'd be livin to see dirt
Now lil F.P. and me, we see curves
Bend 'em - fuck it the windows is tinted, so we splurge
Wit niggaz that treat me like Jerry and do Steve's work
[Chorus]
[Chopper]
All I do is chill and blind hoe wit a sparkling grill
Stroke, smoke, grind and count dough by the mill's
That's real. I ride the wheels till' they fall off
Sittin still wit a sawed-off ready to blow a arm off
Oh, Lord! You don't want no problems wit dude
I'm out that Band, so you now the boy-band news
I bruise ya crew then ride out then head to the hideout
I stay wit them nines out to clear the whole block out [Gunshot]
[Fred]
Now they say "Fred you need to chill"
I been a BadBoy way before Martin of Will
I'm somewhere parked on a hill on the southside of Germany
That's what the game has earned me supportin my skills
And them girls like "Freddy, you need to stop"
How I came through like Griffin and made Cleveland hot
How they get up on the floor and make it "Breathe and Stop"
like Q-Tip - get in her ear and I bet she get in my drop
[Chorus]
[Chop] We them southside riders
[Fred] C'mon, C'mon, Look out
[Chop] Huh? Now what cha say Freddy Peezay
[Chop] We them southside riders
[Fred] C'mon, C'mon, Look out
[Chop] Huh?
[Fred] C'mon, C'mon, Look out
[Chop] Huh?
[Fred] C'mon, C'mon, Look out
[Chop] Huh?
[Fred] Get down! Get down, c'mon
[Chopper]
I like that shit! Yeah, Boi!
I'm tellin you whoa, I'm tellin- aight, I ain't gon talk
[Chop] Uughhh!
[Fred] And dropped in Manhattan
[Background:] Hey-o, Hey-o
[Chop] Bad Boy's the label
[Fred] Time Shock
[Chop] Dofat's the man
[Fred] Wit Chopper from Miami to New Orleans
[Chop] Chopper City's the nigga (whoo!)
[Fred] Freddy P
[Chop] Who want war wit em'?
(Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
[Chop] Take a fall wit em'
(Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
Back against the wall wit em
(Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
[Fred] Chopper City let 'em know!
[Chopper]
I believe in gettin rich or die tryin
Niggaz is (?) and I'm a warrior like ninja stroll
It ain't nothin, I can show you how to pimp a ho
And if you want it, you can get it nigga - friend of foe
I keeps the mac milli low
Itchy for nothin to crack so I can snap like "what chu grillin fo'?"
Shit, I keeps it gutter man, you know how I do's it
I strike a kite that's my definition of stickin and movin
What you know about shoot outs for half an hour?
If you don't, you niggaz is jive and act as cowards
You bouta witness City reach till' it's massive power
Boss man. I can get you niggaz wacked in showers
I'm well known for what I do, but fiends call me Captain Powder
If you want it you can call on Chopper
[Whispers] Choppa! Fetti is somethin that ya boy desire
I keep the metal thing-a-mijiggy the color is copper
[Chorus: Chopper w/ Fred in the background]
I keeps it gangsta - you can ask my niggaz cause they know (They know)
[Fred] Yeah
I'ma hustler that bout them pesos (pesos)
[Fred] C'mon
If you wit me then let them keys blow (keys blow)
[Fred] Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid
Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low now..
I keeps it gangsta - you can ask my niggaz cause they know (They know)
[Fred] Holla
I'ma hustler that bout them pesos (pesos)
[Fred] Holla
If you wit me then let them keys blow (keys blow)
[Fred] Holla
Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low Now..
[Fred]
I love the haters cause I feed of they energy
I'm in the same business as the muthafucker on the roof who shot Kennedy
Waitin for sinners and
They see the glory and pain
You know the story bout the boy with a name
He did things like kill people and stole Kane
The hood got three lanes, Life, Death, or entertain
Now sellin's the life. In that box is the D-word
In that house by the lake wit the yacht is the Keyword
Fuck it, if he work and she work Da Band
We work on P.D.'s nerves
Man we probly gon clash when he hear these words
But fuck it, I love that nigga, he the reason we hurr
If it wasn't for him, I'd be livin to see dirt
Now lil F.P. and me, we see curves
Bend 'em - fuck it the windows is tinted, so we splurge
Wit niggaz that treat me like Jerry and do Steve's work
[Chorus]
[Chopper]
All I do is chill and blind hoe wit a sparkling grill
Stroke, smoke, grind and count dough by the mill's
That's real. I ride the wheels till' they fall off
Sittin still wit a sawed-off ready to blow a arm off
Oh, Lord! You don't want no problems wit dude
I'm out that Band, so you now the boy-band news
I bruise ya crew then ride out then head to the hideout
I stay wit them nines out to clear the whole block out [Gunshot]
[Fred]
Now they say "Fred you need to chill"
I been a BadBoy way before Martin of Will
I'm somewhere parked on a hill on the southside of Germany
That's what the game has earned me supportin my skills
And them girls like "Freddy, you need to stop"
How I came through like Griffin and made Cleveland hot
How they get up on the floor and make it "Breathe and Stop"
like Q-Tip - get in her ear and I bet she get in my drop
[Chorus]
[Chop] We them southside riders
[Fred] C'mon, C'mon, Look out
[Chop] Huh? Now what cha say Freddy Peezay
[Chop] We them southside riders
[Fred] C'mon, C'mon, Look out
[Chop] Huh?
[Fred] C'mon, C'mon, Look out
[Chop] Huh?
[Fred] C'mon, C'mon, Look out
[Chop] Huh?
[Fred] Get down! Get down, c'mon
[Chopper]
I like that shit! Yeah, Boi!
I'm tellin you whoa, I'm tellin- aight, I ain't gon talk
Go Steady lyrics - Da Band
[Sara]
When I'm with you, you make me feel so sexy, ooh
Made up my mind, I agree that we are ready
(I'm so ready) On a steady pace for love
Ready'and I'm ready'for love
So do you boy'do you want a taste'
[VERSE 1]
What I see when I look at you
A rugged dude, but a gentleman too
With your hat tilted to the side
I get a chill from those pretty brown eyes
Rippled chest and how you dress
I'm so impressed, can't get you off my mind
I'm so excited, can't wait to be with you tonight
[HOOK]
So can we hook up around 8 so
Try not to be late boy (It's on)
I got so much in store for you
Tell ya boys bye, it's about time
Gonna make it hotter than July
And make it worth your wait and I
I like it when you say, 'Don't be shy'
[CHORUS]
When I'm with you, you make me feel so sexy, ooh
Made up my mind, I agree that we are ready
(Ready for love) On a steady pace for love
[VERSE 2]
Dim the lights, I turn my two-way off and close the door
I'm in the mood for more
Bring it here, I wanna take you there
Ooh boy I swear no one compares
(To this love) Love makin', breath takin', body shakin, no fakin'
You're really somethin', can't wait to be with you again
[HOOK]
So can we hook up around 8 so
Try not to be late boy (It's on)
I got so much in store for you
Tell ya boys bye, it's about time
Gonna make it hotter than July
And make it worth your wait and I
I like it when you say, 'Don't be shy'
[CHORUS]
When I'm with you, you make me feel so sexy, ooh
Made up my mind, I agree that we are ready
(For love) On a steady pace for love
[BRIDGE]
No more waiting, contemplating
'Cuz I know it's love
I'm so anxious to start makin'
Goin' steady now
Go 'head boy, tear it up
[Ness Rap]
Look playa'I admit it was a game I played
But now I see things different, girl you changed my ways
You never know you got good fate''till it's gone
Now you feel you bein' hoodwinked'now it's on
Listen'you never told me you ain't want me to grissle 'cuz I
Kept you hot and now it's somethin' official
You kept a pistol in ya pocket but the government issue
Look I'seen too much to tell you I miss you
Or tell you I love you, all day kissin' and huggin'
Listen'bottom line if I ain't wit you I'm fuckin' I never
Fucked wit ya sister, never fucked wit ya cousin, no fussin' and fightin'
Tonight, we under the covers tusslin'
Paradise where the water is blue and grab a snack 'round a quarter to 2
Me and boo hoo'and I ain't gotta give you Extacy
For you to wanna have sex wit me, that's my specialty
[CHORUS 2x]
When I'm with you, you make me feel so sexy, ooh
Made up my mind, I agree that we are ready
On a steady pace for love
When I'm with you, you make me feel so sexy, ooh
Made up my mind, I agree that we are ready
(I'm so ready) On a steady pace for love
Ready'and I'm ready'for love
So do you boy'do you want a taste'
[VERSE 1]
What I see when I look at you
A rugged dude, but a gentleman too
With your hat tilted to the side
I get a chill from those pretty brown eyes
Rippled chest and how you dress
I'm so impressed, can't get you off my mind
I'm so excited, can't wait to be with you tonight
[HOOK]
So can we hook up around 8 so
Try not to be late boy (It's on)
I got so much in store for you
Tell ya boys bye, it's about time
Gonna make it hotter than July
And make it worth your wait and I
I like it when you say, 'Don't be shy'
[CHORUS]
When I'm with you, you make me feel so sexy, ooh
Made up my mind, I agree that we are ready
(Ready for love) On a steady pace for love
[VERSE 2]
Dim the lights, I turn my two-way off and close the door
I'm in the mood for more
Bring it here, I wanna take you there
Ooh boy I swear no one compares
(To this love) Love makin', breath takin', body shakin, no fakin'
You're really somethin', can't wait to be with you again
[HOOK]
So can we hook up around 8 so
Try not to be late boy (It's on)
I got so much in store for you
Tell ya boys bye, it's about time
Gonna make it hotter than July
And make it worth your wait and I
I like it when you say, 'Don't be shy'
[CHORUS]
When I'm with you, you make me feel so sexy, ooh
Made up my mind, I agree that we are ready
(For love) On a steady pace for love
[BRIDGE]
No more waiting, contemplating
'Cuz I know it's love
I'm so anxious to start makin'
Goin' steady now
Go 'head boy, tear it up
[Ness Rap]
Look playa'I admit it was a game I played
But now I see things different, girl you changed my ways
You never know you got good fate''till it's gone
Now you feel you bein' hoodwinked'now it's on
Listen'you never told me you ain't want me to grissle 'cuz I
Kept you hot and now it's somethin' official
You kept a pistol in ya pocket but the government issue
Look I'seen too much to tell you I miss you
Or tell you I love you, all day kissin' and huggin'
Listen'bottom line if I ain't wit you I'm fuckin' I never
Fucked wit ya sister, never fucked wit ya cousin, no fussin' and fightin'
Tonight, we under the covers tusslin'
Paradise where the water is blue and grab a snack 'round a quarter to 2
Me and boo hoo'and I ain't gotta give you Extacy
For you to wanna have sex wit me, that's my specialty
[CHORUS 2x]
When I'm with you, you make me feel so sexy, ooh
Made up my mind, I agree that we are ready
On a steady pace for love
Holla (Outro) lyrics - Da Band
[Freddie P:] Big Shout out to little Fp
[Babs:] Bently
[Dylan:] Mr. Becklty
[F:] HP, Whole Bad boys Staff, Diddy himself
[B:] Dophat
[F:] Tracy
[Sara:] don't even ask
[D:] the namous
[B:] phil, ally
[City:] john press nigger
[B:] we Da Band baby,
Bad boy newest generoution baby.
Don't get it twiste this is not a game.
My boy freddie p, my gurl Sara Stokes,
Elliot Ness, Babs bunny sara (heyya) choppa city,
Dyan the jilinger, yall stay focus, this is not a game,
Brooklyn stand the fuck up, MIA stand up, new orlens,
long island, West indies, Michigan,
philly, holla at your gurl.
[Babs:] Bently
[Dylan:] Mr. Becklty
[F:] HP, Whole Bad boys Staff, Diddy himself
[B:] Dophat
[F:] Tracy
[Sara:] don't even ask
[D:] the namous
[B:] phil, ally
[City:] john press nigger
[B:] we Da Band baby,
Bad boy newest generoution baby.
Don't get it twiste this is not a game.
My boy freddie p, my gurl Sara Stokes,
Elliot Ness, Babs bunny sara (heyya) choppa city,
Dyan the jilinger, yall stay focus, this is not a game,
Brooklyn stand the fuck up, MIA stand up, new orlens,
long island, West indies, Michigan,
philly, holla at your gurl.
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