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(feat. Boxie)

[Hook: x2]
See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock

If I don’t like the way she acting
Then I’m a tell her bye
How you goin play a playa
You know how playas ride
Game recognize game
And I been running game alot
Never get caught in my lie
Cross my heart and hope to die

See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock

[Verse 1:]
Everythang was cool we was feeling each otha
Chillin in the jacuzzi just water no bubbles
You know me I keep it gutta
Hit it until you studda
Then she got there asking me questions
Like she was undercover
Like who was that lil chick that I let ride up in my ride
I’m a pimp so it ain’t nothing for me to think of a lie
But I’d rather keep it real
And tell her just how I feel
Looky here if you see with with anotha chick
Then it’s just what it is
You ain’t my main dame
I just beat you out the frame
Baby I’m hurricane
You gotta stay in yo lane
Stick to the script of a pimp
And follow my gutta rules
And I u feel like u wanna leave
Then do what you do
Baby u think I’m goin cry
Just becuz I lost you
Everytime I loose one
I bounce back with 2
How you think I got you
Somebody got laid off
I’m a pimp I pimp a chicken
Until she get plaid out

[Hook: x2]
See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock

[Verse 2:]
Say lil mama let me get up in it
Betta make you wanna give it to me
Like you never gave it up before
And I bet I make you moan
With my boys when I pull up in a rolz roise
I know where to hit ro
And I pull up fresh in the back
And the mode real low low
She can’t see my eyes
Everybody holla cuzya boy so blind
And all I gotta do is get her in my ride
Give me a million dollars and I can make it go live
Let it be any chick in the world and I can make her mine
Put her in the whip
Now I’m feeling on her thighs
Take a shot of patron
And I’m feena go live
And then she told me that she want me to cut her
But she ain’t want me to use no rubber (no rubber)
I’m feeling like u tryna get me caught up
No disrespect lil mama but that’s just how I was brought up
If I can’t use protection when I cut
Then it ain’t no cut
I can’t picture me going in you raw
That just ain’t what’s up
Lil mama I’m a pimp
And I will never get caught in my lie
Cross my heart and hope to die
Girl you know how playas rock

[Hook: x2]
See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock
See this how playas rock

And then she told me that she want me to cut her
But she ain’t want me to use a rubber (no rubber) [x2]

Ay Ay Ay
Say This Real Right Here Ya Heard Me
Nigga Just Don’t Never Stop Hating

(Chorus 2x)

Ay I Think Somebody Trynna To Do Me Something
Cuz I Can’t Sleep
And I’m Nervous When I Eat
And I Ain’t Even Got No Beef

But It Feel Like I Got Beef
Cuz I Ain’t Sleep In A Week
And I Ain’t Stepping Out Of My Doe With Out That Heat
I Think Somebody Trynna Do Me Somethin

I Think Somebody Tryinna To Do Me Something
Cuz I Can’t Sleep
My Mama Cooked A Meal For Me But I Can’t Eat
It’s Too Much Shit On My Mind I Can’t Stop Thinking About Dying
So Whoever Cross That Line You Gon Get That 45
My Daddy Just Got Home
But They Just Came And Got My Nigga

Got Caught Up With Two Choppas And A Pistol
And I’m Begining To Hate These Rap Niggas Real Fast
Putting My Name Up On A Track
I’mma Come Where You At And Blast
Just The Other Day I Almost Had To Do A Nigga
He thought I Was Gon Fight Him
But I Was Gon Do a Nigga
Now I Know That Sound F**ked Up But I Ain’t Got No Time
Soon As You Whoop A Nigga He Just Gone Go Get His Iron
His Nine Or His Wooga
However He Wanna Do Ya
I Ain’t Faking
I Ain’t Talking
I Ain’t Boxing
I’mma Shoot Ya
His Nine Or His Wooga
However He Wanna Do Ya
I Ain’t Faking
I Ain’t Talking
I Ain’t Boxing
I’mma Shoot Ya

(Chorus 2x)

I Think Somebody Tyrnna Do Me Something
I See Him Looking
Come Play Me Like A Rookie Watch I Quick I Leave You Shooken
I Hop Out Of The Bushes With That Thang Like Suprise (suprise)
And If You Try To Run That Choppa (lalala) Knock Off Yo Thighs (lalalalalala)
Take Of At You Shoot Out Yo Tires
Me And My My Clique Be Posted Up A
Go Back To Subject Like How These Haters Wish Me Death
I Peep The Way These Niggas Trynna Play Me To The Left
So I Keep The Yay Off In The Trunk I Heated When I Step
Cuz Beefin Ain’t Beefin Till You Stop Somebody Breath
And If We Creeping I’m Creeping Busting Till It Ain’t Nothing Left
And If We Creeping I’m Creeping Busting Till It Ain’t Nothing Left
Like That

Do Somethin (what)
Do Somethin, Do Somethin (what)
Nigga Do Somethin

Do Somethin (what)
Do Somethin, Do Somethin (what)
Nigga Do Somethin

Do Somethin (what)
Do Somethin, Do Somethin (what)
Nigga Do Somethin

Do Somethin (what)
Do Somethin, Do Somethin (what)
Nigga Do Somethin

(Chorus 2x)

I Remember One Sunday We Hit The Scene
It Was Packed Sittng On 22’s With The Paint Wet Black
Me And My Nigga He Got My Back I Got His Back ( i got his back)
Them Hoes Standing On Top Of Their Cars Shaking Cat
We Finna Do A Show So We Pull The Truck To The Back
When I Hit The Doe Them Niggas Ain’t Know How To Act
Them Hoes Grabbing On My Chain Pullin On My Plastic ( hurricane )
Want Me to Take Em’ Home And Hit Em’ From The Back
But When We Got Out Side Them Pussy Niggas Was Hatin
Actin Like He Wanna Do Me Somethin But He Fakin
I Asked Him What It Was With No F**king Hesataion
One False Move I’ma Leave You Shoking On The Pavement

I Had A Funny Feeling That Something Was Going On
Nigga Wanna Do Me Something Cuz I’m Riding On Chrome

I Had A Funny Feeling That Something Was Going On
Nigga Wanna Do Me Something Cuz I’m Riding On Chrome

(Chorus 2x)

Do Smethin
Nigga Somethin (faded out)

[intro:]
Ay ay ay ay ay hurricane ay ay ay ay I can’t be wit you no more lil mama.

[chours:]
And that’s why I’m leaving you
Sick of everything that you put me through
And I don’t wanna be with you
I’m sorry I can’t be with you.

And that’s why I’m leaving you
Sick of everything that you put me through
And I don’t wanna be with you
I’m sorry I can’t be with you.

(ay this how it is)

[verse:]
Lil mama I got love for yo ass, but you be trippin tho.I’m sick and tierd of how you trip when I speak to folks at the store. I told you my lil dog got hurt, we had beef, you told me nigga please, you probaly just with some freaks. Now see this just be what I’m talkin bout, I need me a gutta chick, who gon keep it gutta with, Hurricane Chris-agist. Hurricane it don’t really matta hold me down, and that ain’t wat you doin so you need to move around. I need somebody that’s gon cook for me, fix my plate and rub my back. But all you do is fuss and fight, like you just don’t know how to act. I’m sick and tired of hollerin, and fussin and fightin, ain’t wit it, don’t like it, don’t do it, not likely. Lil mama I’m a pieces, you could neva be my wifey, you act like you don’t like me unless I’m driving something pricey.[repeat x1]

[Chours:]
And that’s why I’m leaving you
Sick of everything that you put me through
And I don’t wanna be with you
I’m sorry I can’t be with you.

And that’s why I’m leaving you
Sick of everything that you put me through
And I don’t wanna be with you
I’m sorry I can’t be with you.

[Verse 2:]
(ay)Okay so know it’s getting crucial. I feel like your comments useless. Nothing to it, but to do it, get your bags and get to it. Get outta my bed, get outta my room, get outta my house, get outta my life.And you can’t come back and holla when you get your mind right, ’cause as far as I’m concerned you ain’t got nothing I like. Need to keep on kickin and walkin the other way. Please stay outta my face, I ain’t got nothing to say, but Ay Bay Bay I say that in every phrase. This supposed to be a sad song, but I said Ay Bay Bay. And I can’t stand the way you act when people hang up in your face, what that got to do with me, that’s your phone anyway. Why in the hell would I give them your number to catch myself up in my game, I am not lame, I got game, H-U double R - I to the Cane. So get your things hope on the bus you came, I think it’s by time you swang.And do your thing evrything gon be okay, everything gon be okay.

[Chours:]
And that’s why I’m leaving you
Sick of everything that you put me through
And I don’t wanna be with you
I’m sorry I can’t be with you.

And that’s why I’m leaving you
Sick of everything that you put me through
And I don’t wanna be with you
I’m sorry I can’t be with you.

[Verse 3:]
Now baby how you gon play games with a beast like me. No matta what them otha dudes think they might be. I gots to be G till the day that I die. That’s why you gotta leave I’m tired of tellin you bye. Get the hell up outta my sight, lil mama you think I’m lien, here some money for a cab hope you have a nice ride. Ratchet city we go live cut a chick loose with no ties. Now I’m on another mission with my money on my mind, constanly thinking of another way that I can go shine. And when I leave, I’m leaving with the doors suicide. And you betta be out my house when I get back, I ain’t lien.

[chours:]
And that’s why I’m leaving you
Sick of everything that you put me through
And I don’t wanna be with you
I’m sorry I can’t be with you.

And that’s why I’m leaving you
Sick of everything that you put me through
And I don’t wanna be with you
I’m sorry I can’t be with you.

[music fades out]

Get yo hands out my hair girl…
Hurrican! (hurrican!)bang bang bang bang bang bang(beat it out the frame)
Say lil mama…

[Chorus:]
And I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there

[Verse 1:]
When we got it perfect they try to holla just tell them get lost when you rubing yo body up on me girl I won’t tell u to get off and I ain’t fakin when you rubin yo hands through my hair got me fellin amazing yo thick thighs and yo pretty eyes got this yougnster body shakin who am I to tell ya you ain’t got it goin on shakin what yo mama gave ya girl you bout to blow my dome from left to the right to the right to the left slow yo road girl cause this got to be bad for my health if I had to sacrafise about it part it I go dealth long as I can see yo bady with my eyes I don’t care with a coke bottle shape got me pullin out my hair man that thang made me dizzy like a ride at the fair if a bopper wanna to fight she ain’t sceard she got a pair she stand up for her man leave a bopper out of breath she a dime and she fine and she all of the above I’m a touch her while I cut her and beat it up in the tub

[Chorus:]
And I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there (ooh I like it like that ooh I like it like that Ooh I like it like that the way you gripin my legs holdin me down it’s fellin so good I like it like that ooh)

[Verse 2:]
I can Touch you here and there relax take off yo underware hit you from the back and just smack it then I pull yo hair Baby I’m a beast with it I’m that hurricane and I know you heard about that way I beat it out the frame lil mama says she like my style and my swaggin how the see thru beads be hangin on my plaids she saw me on T.v and she ain’t know how to act I turn the T.v off then I pulled the sheets back you kno me I’m a playa g I be up on my game I can slay you and touch you in places till you say my name I know you want me to touch you if not you in the game sit back relax get a drink get loose and do yo thang hit you in positions to make you pay attiontion to change it’s the thoughts in my mersades that get triple xrated I’m a do the fool in it and I promise I ain’t fakin but don’t get it twisted baby cause you ain’t havin my baby

[Chorus:]
And I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there (ooh I like it like that ooh I like it like that Ooh I like it like that the way you gripin my legs holdin me down it’s fellin so good I like it like that ooh)

[Verse 3:]
Touch it like you ain’t get enough for what we just did so I’m a rush you and beat till you say u want my kids I’m a dance in it say lil mama we call this the jigg and I go harder than any dude you done had that’s the biz she lookin me up in my eyes I’m gripin her on the waist I got her whole body shakin while she look me in my face call yo friends and tell em you just got worked I’m a fool when I move up the skirts stick and move make it hurt

[Chorus:]
And I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there and I can touch you here and I can touch you there (ooh I like it like that ooh I like it like that Ooh I like it like that the way you gripin my legs holdin me down it’s fellin so good I like it like that ooh).

[Chorus: x2]

Why you walk like that
Cause I walk like that
I walk like that
Why you talk like that
Cause I talk like that
I talk that
Cause I talk like that

Lil mama ask me why I walk like that
Then she started hollin at me
So I holla right back (like dat)
She know I’m from ratchet city and I’m ballin
She like the way I talk so she told me to keep talking

I told her baby you could ride with a beast
Walk with a g
I’m a toss me a freak
She whispered in my ear and said she used to be a stripped
She took me in the bathroom pullin on my zipper
I bent her over from the back and hit her with the missile
I beeum beeum beeum and I didn’t mean kiss her
I beat it out the frame you know I’m hurricane
Then I dipped off in the middle of the night in the range switchin lanes

Go Live entertainment
See the gold bangin
Walk like that cause I talk like that
I walk like that cause I talk like that
All you out there fakin better chill out (hold up)

[Chorus: x2]

Why you walk like that?
Cause I walk like that
I walk like that
Why you talk like that
Cause I talk like that
I talk like that
Cause I talk like that

Look at my pants
Look at my shirt
Look at my shoes
Look at my feet
I walk like that cause I talk like that
I walk like that cause I talk like that
You just said the same thang
I just said the same thang

I’m from Louisiana you could tell by the accent
Well I’m a get in the doors on impalas with the phantom kits
Pull up at the party hop out and get it started
Plus I’m full of bicardi I think I’m getting nauseous
Now I’m feelin retarded
Looking for a broad to go get another broad
And then I’m a get it stared
Talk like I talk
And when I walk I be mobbin
And gun pumpin to get you stumped it ain’t a problem

[Chorus: x2]

Why you walk like dat?
Cause I walk like dat
I walk like dat
Why you talk like dat
Cause I talk like dat
I talk like dat
Cause I talk like dat

I walk like this cause there’s a lump in my pants
And when I hit the club they call me the money man
I hit the V.I.P that when I spend a couple grand
Then I walk on the floor with a couple stacks in my hand
Lil mamma got to poppin and pullin all on my waist
That’s when I took my shades off and let her see my face
The shirt that I got on the same brand as my cologne
The same ratchets on my phone I can’t help it I’m a dog
I go harder than the average take a trip to paris
30in with candypaint on the volkswagon
Pants stay saggin can’t help it I’m just rachet
Money make me happy hoes like my swag
And I get it from my daddy black on black in that caddy
Walk like dis cause I used to walk home
But now I walk to the parkin lot to see I sit on chrome
26’s yea I’m sittin on that chrome

[Chorus: x2]

Why you walk like that?
Cause I walk like that
I walk like that
Why you talk like that
Cause I talk like that
I talk like that
Cause I talk like that.

(feat. Big Poppa of Ratchet City)

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Now turn me up a little
Move
Now turn me up a lil
Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Booom
Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Booom
Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Booom
Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Booom

[Chorus:]
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Now Rick James wit it
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

One for the money,
Two for the show
Clap your hands if you’ve got a bankroll
One for the money,
Two for the show
Clap your hands if your money don’t fold

[Verse 1:]
Get me get that hand clap
Let me get that hand clap, clap
They pull me out the club cuz I ain’t know how to act
But I ain’t really trippin’
We finna sneak through the back
And I got some like a grenade for them haters who wanna jack
(Whooo-Whooo)
And we going in my clique
Yeah I’m shining like a light
I get them diamonds on my wrist
Let me get a hand clap, hand clap
Lil momma breath stank so I told her bad back
And payin’ me some water so I can roll harder
Slam on tha hater, like my name Vince Carter
They looking at me crazy cuz I bounce around the club
But I keep clapping my hands like I’m tryin’ to kill a bug
Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream
Ain’t nobody in the club finna like me
Plus I gotta clique ofGorillas in black tees
Make the whole club clap like it sum kind of disease

[Chorus:]
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Now Rick James wit it
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

One for the money,
Two for the show
Clap your hands if you’ve got a bankroll
One for the money,
Two for the show
Clap your hands if your money don’t fold

[Verse 2:]
Well I hope you ain’t tired of clapping your hands
Cuz we just got in the club
I spent 75 dollars on this shirt just for the club
Hell naw! I ain’t leaving!
Let’s take the VIP with them chicks and get freaky
Lil momma don’t believe me
I showed her, I showed her
I beat it out the frame,
I told her I’m a beast
And lil momma I’m Hurricane
And now 50 want
50 staters shining on haters
Jumping, stomping, hanging, clapping, knocking over the tables
In a club, we get ratted until we faint
Yeah I’m stunting in his face cuz I got a big bank
Like big bank, hang
Cuz my money don’t fold
Open up and blind them with a mouth full of gold
Let me get a hand clap
If you got that Hollaback
And now I’m on my mind
I think I need to be slapped
Let me get a hand clap
If you got that Hollaback
And now I’m on my mind
I think I need to be slapped
Like that…

[Chorus:]
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Now Rick James wit it
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

One for the money,
Two for the show
Clap your hands if you’ve got a bankroll
One for the money,
Two for the show
Clap your hands if your money don’t fold

[Verse 3:]
Now drop that beat
Turn it up
That’s too loud, mayne
Turn it down
Now turn it back up
Put your hands up and make em’ clap
Cuz now we yawning
If you wake, we make your hand clap
Just stay at home
You got a pocket full of money (ahhh)
Oohh that’s wazzup
Let me catch you by the bathroom
You gone get snuck
I rock that E-A-S-E-C-G
I’m Hurricane
And I’m S-O-U-T-H-S-I-D-E
It’s what I claim
And let me see you put your arm up
And Rick James
I get to clapping my hand like I’m finna going insane
Lil momma wanna marry me
Just give me sum brain
I’m gripping, gripping the grain
Let me see you Rick James
One for the, one for the money
Two for the show
All ya’ll haters better slow your roll
Or you ain’t gotta chill
I can make you chill at the backstop
So security wont trip
They’ll think I’m doing the hand clap

[Chorus:]
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Now Rick James wit it
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

One for the money,
Two for the show
Clap your hands if you’ve got a bankroll
One for the money,
Two for the show
Clap your hands if your money don’t fold

[Verse 1:]
I’m 18 in a s550 platinum on 22 inches
Dem haters say they gon back me
Tell dem haters come get with me
I’m fenna run da game, these other rappers lame

Only thing they rapping about is dey watches and they chain
I’m a beast with it, that’s why I’m fenna run da south
I been listenin to these niggas run dey mouth but that’s bout it though

I’m cut throat, to the meat show
And eyes fold lame niggas like a peep show
Fake on me and watch how quick I hit yo block and get respect
And I’m 51 50 so fake on me I break yo neck

And whoever got a problem with somethin da boy say
Found out where dem boys stay I hop out in broad day
Oh yeh you got a vest then I’m goin for the face
You heard about louisiana boy that’s where I stay

You gotta be ready to go to war like everyday
And if you ain’t gon come outside nigga that’s just how we play

Take a trip to my side that ain’t cool that ain’t straight
So you come through stuntin’ and get somethin put in your face
Man these rapper niggas full let me eat these niggas plate
Man these rapper niggas full let me eat these niggas plate (like dat huh)

[Hook: x2]
I guess that’s the new fashion
All of these rap niggas actin like (acting like)
It’s me and I’m a make em quit rappin
I’m from louisiana I ain’t with that slick packin (Yeh)

[Verse 2:]
Somebody tell me why most of these niggas actin like hoes
And the hoes in the game be realer than most niggas
How many faces you got I mean ma nigga come on
You be a different person everytime the tv come on

Nigga that ain’t real if you ask me they be fakin’
Come cross me with that talk and I’ll send you on a vacation
Ma niggas from louisiana ain’t loss everything
So they stay ready to cock choppers back and let em go bang (get em up)

Blocka blocka big bang spittin out dat big old thang
Autilary by the pound shit that will blow up a train (pow!)
Better stay in yo lane pop dat trunk and get that thang
Put a beam on em and tell em make dem nikes do dey thang

Why is the world infested with bodies rookies and pussys
Grown ass man but dey act like dey got nookies
Dey grown ass man but dey act like dey got nookies
Niggas grown as man but dey act like dey got nookies (huh?)

[Hook: x2]
I guess that’s the new fashion
All of these rap niggas actin like (acting like)
It’s me and I’m a make em quit rappin
I’m from louisiana I ain’t with that slick packin (Yeh)

[Verse 3:]
So what’s hot out in the streets huh (huh?)
You got a problem with a nigga but
You handle all your problems over beats huh
Nigga yous a beat punk

You get yo ass straight stole, quick fast
Play with us and you gon sleep for months
(nigga you gon sleep for months)
Creepin in this rear view mirror and raise dem heaters up
Raise dat desert eagle up

Wanna kno the truth a lot of these niggas childish
Hoppin on dem tracks and really think dey wildin’

I rep that L O U I S I A N A da state
Where dey holla ay bay bay and keep a clip off in dey safe
And these rappers, they actin like faggots
I feel like ice cube man these niggas need a daddy

Pokin out dey chest and always actin like dey bad
While I’m snappin like a pit ready to get off in dey ass
51 50 we ten toes deep like that
You know me I keep dem lame ass niggas on blast! (like dat) (huh)

[Hook: x2]
I guess that’s the new fashion
All of these rap niggas actin like (acting like)
It’s me and I’m a make em quit rappin
I’m from louisiana I ain’t with that slick packin (Yeh)

Ay ay ay ay ay

hurricane and they hay hay hay hatin

g0 live intertainment
yea yea ay was up and they hay hay hay hatin ay ay ay ay this h0w im r0ckin ya heard meh

[chorus]
l00k at meh i g0t tha pants 2 match my shirt in tha club watch i d0 tha big merk im 0ff tha chain and i am d0in my thang 7x and watch me d0 tha rick james

[verse 1]
i g0t the pants 2 match my shirt fall up in tha club and watch me d0 tha big merk tell y0 baby mama 2 st0p callin my bl0win up my ph0ne when u aint h0me lay y0 bed lay y0 ph0ne pocket full 0f green black lac wit tha lapt0p screen yea i g0t it in my ride had 2 g0 2 china jus get tha rite kind i hit tha drink leanin 2 tha left side then i hit tha bank jus 2 get 2 check signed i hit tha drink leanin 2 left side then i hit tha bank jus 2 get tha check signed

[chorus]

pants that i g0t fr0m pakistan so exspensive that they see me in tha club there g0 hurricane everybody wanna see me d0 tha rick james so i d0 tha rick james h0ld up my chain pe0ple st0ppin jus 2 see watch me d0 my thing b0ppers b0ppin but they kn0 i aint lame i g0t game plus i been makein change i bang popin at yo brain flamible like pr0pain 2x its g0in dwn s0 pass me sum water hit my drink and she put ha m0uth on my b0ttle

[chorus]

look at the pants that i hit for 650 but i aint trippin th0e up in my gl0us and i bet you g0ne see exspensive th0e fr0m chicag0 i kill em with tha wind0w 0n my feel but tha stain as ah y00h hataz im shinin in my diabl0 match tha pants and im real clean s0 drive sl0w she said she like tha way hurricane dress i said y00h putin rinkles in my shirt get 0ff my chest 0n my sh0es and i g0 bat bat bat bat back 0ff in tha club and i be d0pe boi dope boi fresh take a look at my fist and i bet yooh g0ne give me my respect 2x

[chorus]

(feat. Nicole Wray)

[Intro:]
Spent a long time comin
They wonder why I act like this ya heard me
That’s all I know

[Chorus: x2]
Say you see I still got much to learn
But I know I still I got money to burn
I’m in the streets can’t take it out on me
I’m getting money getting money dats all I know

[Verse 1:]
Why don’t you criticize me for actin like I act if I ain’t never had a thang
My daddy got locked when I was 12 my whole life changed
My momma hustled hard and then had to get the bills paid
While you probably ridin round the in yo escalade
But now that I got money I went and bought me 2 mansions
Juss to stunt on them niggas who told me I never had it
I walk out the door the other day and my momma told me you got a lot to learn
She told me juss because we got all des money to burn don’t think I can’t be a turned
To go bigger to the streets
So I stay back with some heat
24 hours 7 days of the week cause they free
24 hours 7 days of the week I’m a beast

[Chorus: x2]
Say you see I still got much to learn
But I know I still I got money to burn
I’m in the streets can’t take it out on me
I’m getting money getting money dats all I know

[Verse 2:]
I’m 18 years old and I done seen more drama than a lil bit
And don’t advise you to talk about it unless you lived it
My pedal to the medal while I’m thinkin bout all my dogs I lost in the streets
Tryin to ball like me
And des is for my niggas who used to roll gold d poppin the trunk on them swanggers Hopping out in tall tees so all my niggas that ballin and feel like me from the struggle and gutta to makin a live g
Keep my head up remember who got me right where I’m at today as long as I got money I give a damn what a hater say
One thang I know for sho I’m a get paper till it ain’t no more
Plus I got a crazy flow
Yea
I know some body said a hard head make a soft azz
That’s why I keep a block on the seat while I’m ridin in the jag
5150 you don’t know nothing bout it
Homeboy… judge… still ain’t comin

[Chorus: x2]
Say you see I still got much to learn
But I know I still I got money to burn
I’m in the streets can’t take it out on me
I’m getting money getting money dats all I know

[Verse 3:]
I’m makin money nigga you can’t tell me shit
I’m gone keep stuntin instead of shinning on these hatas
I’m counting money doing my thang I be hustling from Monday to Sunday
Doing what I want I be getting it in

[Chorus: x2]
Say you see I still got much to learn
But I know I still I got money to burn
I’m in the streets can’t take it out on me
Get money get money dats all I know

Artist: Hurricane Chris
Genre: Rap: Hip-Hop