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# Posté le mercredi 05 novembre 2008 05:50

Modifié le dimanche 22 novembre 2009 12:40

♫ Chris Brown - I Can Transform Ya feat Swizz Beatz & Lil Wayne ♫

[Lil Wayne]
Hey Lil Mama,
I can transform ya,
i can't dance but I can dance on ya,
Swiss on the beats, Chris move ya feet,
and baby I can transform ya him to a me,
I can change you life, make it so new,
make you never want to go back to the old you,
Ciroc and lime, give it a lil time,
and she can transform like Optimus Prime,

[Chris Brown]
Need a ride I can Range you up,
money i can change you up,
you can ride your own, no longer be the passenger,
swag low I build you up,
knees we can stand you up,
red lips, red dress, like em like a fire truck,

What you need, you can have that,
my black card they won't decline that,
see potential in ya,
let me mould that,

I can transform ya like a transformer,
I can transform ya,
I can transform ya,
Anything ya want, i can get it for ya,
your my baby girl shoulda know I did it for ya,
I can trans, I can trans, I can transform ya,

Shoes you got it (got it)
Bags you got it (got it),
cars you got it (got it),
money still got it (got it),
I can transform ya, I can transform ya,
Anything you want I can (i can) get it for ya,

See me in the video you can have it really though,
iced out everything, like an eskimo,
wanna fly, we can go, anywhere you wanna go,
Jimmy Choos in Italy, Louie V in Tokyo,

something like Pinnochio,
if you lie down imma grow,
www.musicloversgroup.com
wanna see me do it big,
i can show you how it goes,
take you from an amateur to being professional,
(I can have you swag surfing – autotune)

What you need, you can have that,
my black card
see potential in ya,
let me mould that,

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Ok,
I can transform ya like a transformer,
i can turn you from a human to a Carter,
take you off the bench and turn ya to a starter,
then take you home and put you on a charger,
then (then) my cars transforms to a charter,
and we can fly to wherever you ever thought of,
hehe, i take you to wherever its warmer,
then i gotta rip off your dress like a warm up,
hehe, but Im just getting warmed up,
so tell your man he better get his voltron up,
i transform her to a Ducati and then I transform me to a Bugatti,
cos her form puts me in a trance,
i transform smaller and she puts me in her pants,
Swiss on the Beat, Chris move ya feet
and we can transform a good girl to a freak,

[Chorus]
[End]


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# Posté le lundi 02 novembre 2009 05:05

Liℓ ' ฬªyŋΣ *Ft Mack 10 _ So sharp♫

Mack 10 So Sharp feat. Lil Wayne & Rick Ross lyrics

i stay sharp yeah mack diamond so sharp thats me i mean you kno my money grown but i stay sharp i pull up lookin like new money still so crisp so fly hoppin outta the latest whatever you kno what it is lets go

i got the hottest cars i rock the flyest clothes i keep the baddest hoes they fresh from head to toe sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya
i got the hottest cars i rock the flyest clothes i keep the baddest hoes they fresh from head to toe sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya

now check my pedigree my bloodline is purebred my champagne is rose cuz the color is more red my pockets like skin when i whip they swell up (money) those 26 inches fill the wheel well up (fresh) you can catch me in the winter with a mink on my shoulders i like everything big so my diamonds like boulders and yea i had every kinda roadster or rover cuz i love the fast lane like a supercharged motor and im so damn hood like gold datons on a regal but in '09 i gotta dime on the back of a screamin eagle big chicken hard make it hard spin it in the pot and now its millions every year whether albums drop or not

i got the hottest cars i rock the flyest clothes i keep the baddest hoes they fresh from head to toe sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya
i got the hottest cars i rock the flyest clothes i keep the baddest hoes they fresh from head to toe sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya

Jim Jones

i got the hottest cars i rock the flyest clothes i keep the baddest hoes they fresh from head to toe sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya
i got the hottest cars i rock the flyest clothes i keep the baddest hoes they fresh from head to toe sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya

i pass up in it and be like what it do all red to my feet but my diamonds clear blue nuttin like the police in a porsche 911 stuntin up that stairway to heaven and im evidently not you and nuttin like ya if i as a dog i wouldnt bite ya nor im not beside ya boy im way in front of ya you aint even see me ya im way gone but you aint even leavin drugs beatin me up im fightin for my life and if you want that pussy beat then im mike tyson for tonite suck me up and dont you bite i dont need mike tyson here tonite my blood type is like a knife motha fucka im sharp

i got the hottest cars i rock the flyest clothes i keep the baddest hoes they fresh from head to toe sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya
i got the hottest cars i rock the flyest clothes i keep the baddest hoes they fresh from head to toe sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya



# Posté le vendredi 14 août 2009 10:27

Liℓ ' ฬªyŋΣ - Told Y'all ♫

wake a nigga up in his bed when he sleep
tie the nigga up from his head to his feet
then I light the nigga up from his head to his feet
put his body in the water and his head on the beach
light another blunt cus it save me the grief
i dont give a fuck i was made for the beef
i dont give a fuck im straight from the streets
but im crooked as a bitch bitch wave to the thief
ride to the bad guy hi to the good dope
ride wit the bad guy cry and you get smoked
lie and you get smoked lie for a nigga tho'
try for a nigga tho' die for a nigga tho'
why would a nigga go to New Orleans this is Katrina land
the president flew over and he ain't even land
we aint even mad we aint even playin
it touch take season in my region and you aint leavin
until we eatin on my piece and I want my peeps to get they piece
and they want they peeps to get they piece
and until then tell ya peeps no peace ima beast and i theast every beat i see
and i freak every mix cd i leak
i need to be at the t-o-p-o-f-h-i-p-h-o-p
and im i-n-d-a-c-u-t-w-i-t-h dem oozies
who me yes me call me Weezy West B
cause im wilder then the motherfuckin wild west b
im so ready are you ready for me
im young money young mula baby
break in a nigga car at the light
put the gun to his head make him park on the right
and then i tell him dont talk nigga get out
and walk and then i tell my goons get right in
when you fuckin wit a nigga like me no homo
but you fuckin wit a rider,, they dont move when i try to
[told ya I...told ya I...told ya I...told ya I...told ya I... told ya I... told ya I put the bullet in the glock and blow it]
fuck another motherfucka and them other motherfuckas
cause cant no motherfucka fuck wit a nigga
if she fuck a little tune ima let my goons just follow yo ass like Twitter nigga
we can do what you want i dont care anyhow anywhere
anytime i swear at sun up on a nigga i will run up on a nigga
wit the gun up on a nigga now im one up on a nigga
yeah! i will run the clock behind the gwap
and if my leg broke i will hop bitch i will hustle till i drop
bitch i will throw you from the top
of the world i got myself a Boston girl
she my gyspy im her genie ride my magic carpet girl
flow so sick you cough and hurl im so twisted i walk in swirls
im so lifted i walk on clouds please please please dont shoot me down
fuckin right i put it down buy it white then cook it brown
this is how great lookin sound KY bring the hook around

[told ya I...told ya I...told ya I...told ya I...told ya I... told ya I... told ya I put the bullet in the glock and blow it]

uh Hollygrove USA parlez-vous fran-cais, hot as picante i am a zom-bie.
what more can i say cause after all i
[told ya I told ya I told ya I told ya I]
told ya'll i tote it put the bullet in the glock and blow that bitch
and if you know like i know you'll put money way before that bitch
everyone got they hand out
so i drop my draws let em hold that dick
ima roll that stick and ima roll it thick and i know im cold
an when its cold as brick
and i aint that old im just 26 all in yo mouth like im a dentist bitch
fuck you and yo intrests bitch we on some shoot the entry shit
better find the exit boy my nina is so sexy boy
and she feelin desperate boy told me come molest ya boy
pressure pressure boy what would make you test a boy
im great wit no effort boy yo face will get severed boy
im breakin yo level boy im takin yo medal boy
Weezy F. Baby and the F is for forever boy

# Posté le lundi 24 août 2009 06:01

Modifié le lundi 02 novembre 2009 04:58

Liℓ ' ฬªyŋΣ * Kanye West *T.i *Jay-Z* _ You Aint Neva Gatta Ask Blend♫


Lyrics:

(Lil wayne)
target practice baby,
only thing is,
im not the shooter,
Im da bullet biatch!


(Kanye West)
They say your attitude determines your latitude
Im high as a motherfucker, fly as motherfucker
And still the motherfucker u love to hate,
But cant, because u love what I make
And Aint that about a bitch
cause ima talk shit, until im outta hits
they dont wanna turn they speaker up thay claim I aint deep enough
all that talking I feed off of, keep it up
im relaxin, my feet is up
im leavin u haters like when shaq left the lakers juss to heat it up
I save the stacks to stunt, I dnt needa front
Make black history earyday , I dnt needa muff
The survey says by the streets of cordon
Kanye juss important, as micheal Jordan
Was to the NBA when he was scorin
Ralph Lauren was borin, before I wore him, and

(chorus)
U aint never gottz to ask again,
How we got the world to listen
It aint easy to pretend, I know u lost your cool
When the spot comes alive again
We cant stop , its just the beginning
U aint never gottz to ask again
Baby this is what we do

(Lil wayne)
Ok lemme put my gloves on. Yea
Watchu want, and if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones.
Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on,
I aim at your moon, and get my howl on.
Some niggaz cry wolf, I'm on that dry Cush,
And when it comes to that paper I stack books.
You heard what I said,
I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head.
Life ain't cheap,
You're better off dead.
If you can't pay the fee,
Shout out my nigga fee.
See every mother fucker at the door don't get a key,
You outside lookin in, so tell me what you see.
It's about money it's bigger than me
I told my homies don't kill him bring the nigga to me, yea.
Don't miss, you fuckin with the hit man,
Kidnap a nigga make him feel like a kid again.


(chorus)

(T.I)
Now, e'rybody wanna be the king of the South
When, they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth
No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion
But in the South and in the hood it's understood without sayin
It's a given, and ain't because of what I'm doin for a livin
It's, mo' because of what I do and how I'm livin
Not to mention when I'm rappin I'm just hurtin niggaz feelings
(Niggaz feelings) And still chillin on somethin that's into healing
Made provisions for the clique to continue keepin it pimpin
Whether crack was in the house or record sales was through the ceiling
So say what you want, and do what you please
But for fun, I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees
I run a record label and a crew of G's
So, niggaz'll come and look for you if ya sneeze
or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the song say
And be easy, or else it'll be a long day


(Chorus)

(Jay z)
They say a 9.9, we both lose our sight, nd 2 wrongs dnt make a right
But when u been wrong, nd u know all along, that its juss one life
At what point does one fight, (good question right)
For u not to fall, try to put ya dogs in it, 10 'n a half, or a minute in a half
Bet that stops all the grinin and the laughs, when u play the game of life,
Nd the winnin in the bag , when ur eye drizzes to none,
Then dependence all u have, where the block nigga standin tight
as lemons on the ab, try to cop a shot paul they so cliscent in the cab
but cant put they name on paper cuz then u on blast
Mr. president is drunk in our resident, tell me wat u want me to do
Come break bread wit us , Mr. governor I swear theres a cover up
Mr. governor I swear theres a cover up
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# Posté le vendredi 14 août 2009 09:26

Liℓ ' ฬªyŋΣ * _ Sacrifice ♫

[Mack Maine]
(Don't be scared now)
I'll have you sweating so hard you'll need 3 or 4 towels
after that, all I need is 3 or 4 showers
just to get the blood off in 3 or 4 hours
then come to through your hood and get like, 3 or 4 cowards
you think your bison like you play for Howard
but you'sa duck like Howard
I make you fall like the towers
I cut your arm off and tell you to reach
then I cut your tongue off and I tell you to speak
my niggas in a circle in the middle of a bonfire
they quick to become arsonists to set you on fire
the flesh start to smell
but who gives a fuck?
heaven or hell nigga
you need to pick one
brrrp , stick 'em
now you become a victim
yeah, you become a victim
yeah, you become a victim
hah, I'm evil like three 6's nigga minus the mafia
and ain't no brace on my shit, nigga
aint no stoppin' a, young cannibal
cut you like a cantalope
I mistreat bodies
for breakfast i eat bodies

[CHORUS:Shannell]
You could smell fear in the distance spring,
Karma, fearless.
Come with us home, better witness them,
Sa-cri-fice
We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice

[Lil Wayne]
It's Weezy F. Crazy
you scary ass rappers on the beat im wes craven
but I'm eastside till I reside in the grave
and you walk in my basement and see the bodies I'm saving
blood bath flow, yes it's time for some bathing
shotty with a drum and I'ma play it like a cadence
invasion, I cook ya like the Asians
put bread on ya head like a raisin
you a danish, you need glazing
pardon me man, but i'm craving
I got'cha in the oven, but I'm waiting
I'm patient, for my patient
yeah, There's a meeting in my kitchen
shhh, there's rappers sleeping in my kitchen
young money creatures
kill your sweet ass then eat'cha motherfucka

[CHORUS:Shannell]
You could smell fear in the distance spring,
Karma,fearless.
Come with us home, better witness them,
Sa-cri-fice
We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice

[Gudda Gudda]
We take your body for a motherfucking sacrifice
see you in hell bitch meet me in the afterlife
minivan, duct tape, knife in my hand
nigga, knife to ya head, you my sacrificial lamb
nigga, i can smell blood like a hound, I see dead people
paint the scene, I'ma leave a bunch of red people
Saddam, I bomb, I'm insane, Hussein
Assault rifle with the drum, nigga, with the blue flame
blood on my glove, while im burying the witness
cut your limbs off, I'm on my Jeffrey Dahmer sick shit
for real I'm ill, we marching like the military
coffins everywhere, this the rap cemetery
you niggas sweet, get ate like Ben N' Jerrys
you niggas very fairy,
tell frail better go and say your Hail Mary
rocket launcher bitch, i'm a throw a Hail Mary
Young Gudda Biach

[CHORUS:Shannell]
You could smell fear in the distance spring,
Karma,fearless.
Come with us home, better witness them,
Sa-cri-fice
We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice





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# Posté le vendredi 14 août 2009 10:06

Modifié le lundi 02 novembre 2009 05:00