I get crank with my money!!!

Un clip à l'ancienne mais le son est violent sérieux lachez des com'$!!!

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• Titre : Anybody can get it (ft.lil jon, Bonecrusher, D.Banner)
• Album : Breakin News
• Année : 2003

Paroles :

[E-40]
When a motherfucker walk up in the club, I mean I mean
And a nigga be 70 deep
But if a nigga let his motherfuckin scrotum hang over his shoulder
And come up and do a WALK-BY on your bitch-ass
It's nay-thun
Don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It's about how you outsmart the next nigga

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up!
(Anybody can get it!)
Hoe, niggaz, go pull your skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched, BITCH!
I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do?
Don't think that you won't get touched, BITCH!

[Bone Crusher]
Hoes, hoes, money, roll
Mr. Whup-Ass done stepped in the do'
(BONE CRUSHER!) Bring the pain, to your skull
Y'all niggaz don't want a fight, all y'all want is a hug
Your bark is worse than your bite, with your mean mug
Let's take it to the grass and we'll see what's up
Y'all knows about me, Mr. Streetsweep
Twinkie soft niggaz get dealt with swift-ily
I'm amazin; I always bring the heat
Pull the cake up through the ground if he fuckin with me
Me and E-Fonzarelli, new Starsky & Hutch
Motherfucker don't act like you can't get touched
Grindin niggaz bows up and we turn 'em to dust
As the crowd go ah-OOOOH-AHH cause you know you fucked up
They don't wanna see me, nicknamed the realest
Don't believe me, ask them Adamsvillers
This A-T-L nigga!

[Chorus]

[E-40]
I sit at the bar and tear up hundred dollar bills
My car, my Hummer got 26 inch rims
I'm a star on my side of the earth, I bleed the block
Promethazine, codeine, water and hubba rock
Million dollar dreams and fiends and things of that nature
Triple beams and things and T-Mobile paint ya
Told myself - I need to stop pushin hop
I need to stop pushin hop so I can buy a WingStop
My young hyenas be bustin guns, mashin and pistol packin
Smokin so much 'dro that our lungs feel like they collapsin
Trick I see you and yo' partners laughin
Jaw-jackin and scammin and plottin
Old soft-ass, medicated, cotton-ass nigga
You're out of line I told you once befo' it's dubya dot
Bust a Head dot com, on mine, hit the flo'!
And don't come back no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Motherfucker it's E-4-oh from the Valle-jo
Still rappin like I'm po' - BEOTCH!

[Chorus]

[David Banner]
I'ma kill a motherfucker's ass if I have to
But is it worth it is the question that I ask you
To blast your punk-ass
And is you bleedin, only to give Satan a damn good
reason to play with me, look bitch I'm sayin
You don't listen 'less that tec-9 sprayin yo' ass
Glass breakin in your home boy, thinkin you fast
I never mash out, 'til the iron smack up yo' body
Then you pass out, I pray to God for peace
I done best to get my black ass out of these streets
But y'all don't listen 'less I'm cussin and bustin the shit
You keep beggin, and I'ma give it to ya you bitch!
In your face, your back, your chest, neck and lungs
You want war, you will get it for Mr. Crawfordson
They call me really really doe, ain't no hoe in my blood
A couple slugs bitch you thugs'll give me a hug
Real gangster niggaz raise up
Y'all sticky ooh-wee niggaz blaze up
or get yo' ass sprayed up, bitch nigga!

[E-40]
And there you have it! (And there you have it)
Anybody can get it (anybody)
Don't act like you can't get touched, peeyimp!
Yeah, my dude Bone Crusher (that's right)
Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz (yeahhH!) David Banner
And E-40 Belafonte pimpskillet
Trust that, BOTCH! BEOTCH!!

Voila pour moi il mérite bien son surnom "Prince of Crunk" ce mec c'est une bête sérieux un vrai génie y'a rien a dire c'est mon idole quoi lol allez lachez des com'$ okay kay kayyyyy!!!!!!

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• Titre : Oh Yeah (Feat. Sean Paul of Youngbloodz & E-40)
• Album : Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live
• Année : 2006

Paroles :

[Lil Scrappy]
I hear everyone of you
We do it like the army do
I can go vertical
Let's go, hey, hold up (hold up)
No!!! Blow!!! Oh!!!
C'mon, crank it, c'mon! Eh! Oh!

[Chorus]
Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes
26 inches inbetween my tires
Nut in my pocket metal ?? three grand
diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand
I'ma get my nigga, grind like hell
when I'm short on my G's I'ma crank up the scale
Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah I'ma crank up the scale
Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah I'ma crank up the scale!

[Lil Scrappy]
I'm never goin' broke no mo'
aslong as my folks keep -guns-? and the blow
They sell it on up and then they bring back mo'
and everybody askin' what I got that work fo'
(Got What!!!)
Got diamonds in my shades, that Cartier frame
You look up at my face
and tell her you a -grain-?, the ho be amazed
they be like OH!
Nigga see it from the boss, see the way it glow
Yeah! Them thangs twinkle in the light right
I don't know, I jus twinkle in the lime light
gotta Chevy same color as a can of Sprite
sippin' on the X.O. got me feelin' right
I've been livin', my whole life pimpin'
you'll never catch me slippin'
fuckin' with ya'll women
Scrap be chillin', I stay on the grind
It's hard life we livin', I stay with my nine

[Chorus]

[Sean Paul of Youngbloodz]
I ain't gotta hit these streets no mo' (no mo')
Criss inten-ed-ed fo' a show
Notice I ain't out but four times every week (every week)
during the time four every week get G'ed (get G'ed)
Cartier shade with the gator cut wood (cut wood)
proud of football, damn ya'll niggaz do it (do it)
Whenever we in Atlanta now they callin me and you (you)
everyday I'm hustlin' diamonds up against the wood (wood)
Dope boy fresh dressed in red monkey clothes (clothes)
gotta stay fresh fo' you dead monkey ho (ho)
26 inches sittin' tall like whoa (like whoa)
Get the cameraman I'm a God damn show
Shower cap and all, bitch you already know (know)
fuck around wit dope, and squeeze some money outta ho (ho)
Get my nigga, yeah I grind like hell
rubberband around my money, like a God damn playa (damn playa)

[Chorus]

[E-40]
Ooooooooh!
Swapped out grill
they say that hustla that (that) boy worth a few mill
he sittin' at the bar tearin' up hundred dolla bills
that's his car parked in the front door on them big wheels
He ain't never been a punk!
Ooooooooh!
Booga Suga Pusha
fuck a state troopa
I'm livin' fo the moment,I ain't livin' fo the future
Producer bring it to you, bring the noise like a tuba
crack your peanut shell, run up on you with the ruga
Smoke herb like a hippie (hippie)
drank like a pirate (pirate)
wrist real crisp (crisp), haters don't like it (like it)
Jacket full of trays (trays), gotta get my chips (chips)
manipulate your braud, put your chick on Craig List (List)
Traffic I'm in and out (out)
gotta work when it's a drought (drought)
don't take the main street (street)
take the other route (route)
Sucka use your head
dumby..
you heard what I said
I'm gettin' carpal tunnel while I'm countin' all this bread