| G-Unit I Like the Way she do it (Dirty Version) |
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(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
(Chorus) 50 Cent
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back
into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back
into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back
into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back
into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
(Verse 1)
I suppose to blow, you suppose to know
Not to go against me or its R.I.P
I'm stupid rich, got retarded money
I'm special ed , I got special bread
It's easy now, please believe me now
I dismiss a hoe, bitch leave me now
I fuck when I want, I do what I like
She want the same chick I want, the bitch is
a dike
She a super freak, the freak of the week
I give her something a suck, she give her
something to eat
Its never enough, she like it rough
We keep it going and we switch positions,
listen
(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
(Chorus) 50 Cent
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back
into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back
into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back
into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back
into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
(Verse 2) Tony Yayo
I need a dollar everytime that my heart beat
Now how much it that
I can breath on a track and make money, ahha
ahha
Now how much is that
I'm getting money baby, my truck a
Lamborghini
I'm in alley bibi, where the girls are freaky
Haters wanna be me, hoes glad to see me
Ma I love it when you lie & say my eyes are
dreamy..dreamy
chump niggas fall in love with a bitch,
patron and i think i fucked the blood outta
chick
I'm in the club frontin, I'm in the club
stuntin'
10 Grand by the bar, Ma it ain't nothing
(Verse 3) Lloyd Banks
If home girl wit it, I'm get it, hit it,
split it
She'll think about me everyday, hour, minute
Second to nobody, baby check it
you look as good as a check
And when your naked, I'm ready to fuck
A little head in the truck
If her tounge game good, i'ma let her come up
And when the sun goes down, I'll be back in
the town
Stash box down, put the magnum down
I'm with the G-Unit,
Nigga you not ballin on the G2 jet
however do you want it
however do you need d, O.P.E. on the fuckin
cd, its me
(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
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Affichage : 1766205
Durée : 207 s |
| G Unit - My Buddy |
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off the "Beg For Mercy" cd
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
Can run for your life on the stick up out the
window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
Stay in your place I recommend or say hello
to my litte friend
[Lloyd Banks]
Everywhere I go I gotta tag along
Cause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm
on
They ride with me when I'm past the mall
Don't wait for me on the bench when I'm
running a game of basketball
One sqeeze will make a bastard fall
Gasp and crall
You need a bulletproof vest mask and all
Bring your buddy when it's time to roam
(why?)
Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at
home
My hand bling full of platinum the shine is
chrome
He even got closet space inside of my home
He ain't never been broke he glitchless
So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for
Christmas
Infared beam in the scope for distance
The best company wouldn't proach in business
He who ride with me to the end
We all gotta friend
And mine is a G-U-N.
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop off
Like Tommy did the cops had the block all
locked off
Take them with me to hustle stashed him in
the trash can
My finger tips sore for four hours I
backround
She meet him his destination hell or heaven
Cause I only bring em out for that 187
He dont have a heart I just keep feeding him
shells
He get it poppin' in the hood so his name
ring bell
Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call
the cops on me
They came I ran I had to toss my Uncle little
homie
Niggas they all got new friends so they stay
in there place kid
I stay screamin' on niggaz and beatin' up
base heads
These niggaz sayin' doley just like they
pretend
Keep fuckin' around they gon say hello to my
little friend.
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
[Young Buc]
We been through it all yet we both still
livin'
We been in a box but we both still spittin'
And when there was beef you even played your
position
Got under the seat until we spotted our
victim
At first they wouldn't listen to they heard
you go off
Remember it was broad daylight in the middle
of New York
And little did they know we was ready for war
Bet that nigga wished he'd never stick his
head out the door
See whenever you come out something happen on
the block
You the reason that nigga done stop rappin'
like Pac
People see you ain't run and you even say
shit
They just know you ain't nothin' to play wit
Stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole
When the first one get out the next one go
To know where your headed you gotta know
where you been
The glock stay with me we friends till the
end.
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Tags : G-Unit 50 Cent Tony Yayo Lloyd Banks Young Buck My Buddy Beg For Mercy Eminem Slim Shady Marshall Mathers music video animated animation |
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Durée : 295 s |
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