3 definitions by motherfukin hata
Des damn hataz try da bite me no fly i.d yup in my white teez up in my white teez i keep it plain in my white.. count blang in my white ... al in the club look claen in my white tees
by motherfukin hata October 30, 2004
Lil Jon
Yeah (Yeaaaahhhh!)
Theres a lotta fuck niggaz in the club tonight
(fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
but its gonna be aight, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
cause me and my clique we don't give a fuck nigga
Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon
Hook
Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know)
I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know)
I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)
Trick Daddy
If you want some, come get some
cause where I'm from we tote big guns
And everybody know somebody that
know somebody that know somethin bout it
And I want answers now who, what, where when and why
see, a lotta dudes like to act a fool
and all get all loud but that ain't my style
And he who he gonna get and what he gonna do
Run up on me if he want to
Out there impressin his homies
But he stood up in front of his mama
I mop up the flo wit 'em
And I kick in the door and let the .44 get 'em
I got fools that'll go get 'em
That's some crew and the dudes that run wit 'em
Hook
Twista
Gotta spit for the murderers, and the killers, and the thugsters
That be fuckin up the ballers, and the dealers, and the hustlers
Got me comin at you bogus in the V.I. while they bumpin Lil Jon
I'm a brush ya
It's the psycho nigga twista from Chicago rollin with the Miami nigga
That'll crush ya
We already been lookin for drama
if a nigga try to get into it then we still gotta get 'em
Feelin {?} Twista that could never beat you
All up in here standin here testin {?}
Got me swingin Cryst-y and Hennessy bottles
in the club with my thug homies goin for the scrilla
Don't get it twisted with that "Overnight Celebrity"
You better be scared of me in my city I'm a killer
Hook
Trick Daddy
I ain't that rappin type arright
and I that actin type arright
this sulphane in my script
I'm a play on you and you just a square
see, once that hennessy into
me the whole industry is my enemy
If you ain't no ten to me or friend to me
bitch don't pretend to be
I'm strictly for the thugs
I'm part of the streets and straight out the hood
That moments ghetto (ghetto)
Got me deep in gats for you wheezly cats
I'm straight out the county of Dade
played on fire nigga M-I-A
never gone south of the border
americas most wanted you gonna get slaughtered
Hook 2x
Trick Daddy
The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop
The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire
The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop
The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire
and chingy balla baby
You know the definition of a balla
(uh hu) That's me
C-H-I-N-G to the Y
Let me explain it to you though
Chorus
I'm a balla (say what) high, roller baby (baby, baby)
Shot caller (that's right) ain't nobody this crazy (like me)
You a hater (you a hater) why you tryin' to play me (I don't think he know)
Fake player (fake player) ain't nobody killin (hey, I'm a ball for real)
(oh, oh, oh)
Chingy
Girl I know you do the nasty (nasty)
I could tell when ya (when ya) walked past me (past me)
And your proud I looking flashy
Errrthings on your mind
Just ask me
I know my errrrelated stuff wasky (wabbit)
Carrots all in the dezzy
It's a habbit (uh)
Wurrs my cash
outside I gotta Benz and Jag (both sittin on chrome)
Is she down for gettin dirty with a 'get it' boy
All I need is one night just hit it boy
After the club we can checkin at five-star telly
Get a suite an let me put somethin in your belly
What's your name sheena
(ah) that you was shelly
Don't matta four o'clock
Just be ready
Foreva solja probably won't come back from your momma
Must we think that's where ya get your back from
Chorus
Chingy
Now I know we keep it crackin ask 'em and brit (what's up)
The girls on us so dirty who you rollin wit (V-I-P)
From Magic City to the pink slip in the Lou (Lou)
them chicks love the diamonds that I get from rob jewels
We been in the spot maaaan hang up flirtin
We be surrounding by girls man and I ain't burpin
All I know is money cash, sex, and j
And I got all three no I don't play (don't play)
Chicks call me Drama King like KaySlay (KaySlay)
Cause in the bed I bring it (yeah) night and day
Lettin rounds off in 'em like an AK
You leavin wit me tell me is it free or do I have to pay, (what you say)
Chorus
Chingy
I like them black, white, Puerto Rican, or Haitian
Like Japanese, Chinese, or even Asian (okay)
Don't matter what colour on this occasion, (fo sho)
Like smoke take a hit of what I'm blazin
I said to god it's me girls praisin
Meet me at about 6 at the days inn
5 of 'em, 1 of me, I'm feelin caged in
I'm a pimp, I'm gonna keep on playin
You know I love 'em for that one night, (one night)
I could take on ten with my one pipe, (one pipe)
Knock 'em all like a bowlin pin on site, (on site)
Make 'em soak, change, girl lookherre you better get your mind right
(cause...)
Chorus until fade
Yeah (Yeaaaahhhh!)
Theres a lotta fuck niggaz in the club tonight
(fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
but its gonna be aight, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
cause me and my clique we don't give a fuck nigga
Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon
Hook
Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know)
I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know)
I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)
Trick Daddy
If you want some, come get some
cause where I'm from we tote big guns
And everybody know somebody that
know somebody that know somethin bout it
And I want answers now who, what, where when and why
see, a lotta dudes like to act a fool
and all get all loud but that ain't my style
And he who he gonna get and what he gonna do
Run up on me if he want to
Out there impressin his homies
But he stood up in front of his mama
I mop up the flo wit 'em
And I kick in the door and let the .44 get 'em
I got fools that'll go get 'em
That's some crew and the dudes that run wit 'em
Hook
Twista
Gotta spit for the murderers, and the killers, and the thugsters
That be fuckin up the ballers, and the dealers, and the hustlers
Got me comin at you bogus in the V.I. while they bumpin Lil Jon
I'm a brush ya
It's the psycho nigga twista from Chicago rollin with the Miami nigga
That'll crush ya
We already been lookin for drama
if a nigga try to get into it then we still gotta get 'em
Feelin {?} Twista that could never beat you
All up in here standin here testin {?}
Got me swingin Cryst-y and Hennessy bottles
in the club with my thug homies goin for the scrilla
Don't get it twisted with that "Overnight Celebrity"
You better be scared of me in my city I'm a killer
Hook
Trick Daddy
I ain't that rappin type arright
and I that actin type arright
this sulphane in my script
I'm a play on you and you just a square
see, once that hennessy into
me the whole industry is my enemy
If you ain't no ten to me or friend to me
bitch don't pretend to be
I'm strictly for the thugs
I'm part of the streets and straight out the hood
That moments ghetto (ghetto)
Got me deep in gats for you wheezly cats
I'm straight out the county of Dade
played on fire nigga M-I-A
never gone south of the border
americas most wanted you gonna get slaughtered
Hook 2x
Trick Daddy
The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop
The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire
The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop
The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire
and chingy balla baby
You know the definition of a balla
(uh hu) That's me
C-H-I-N-G to the Y
Let me explain it to you though
Chorus
I'm a balla (say what) high, roller baby (baby, baby)
Shot caller (that's right) ain't nobody this crazy (like me)
You a hater (you a hater) why you tryin' to play me (I don't think he know)
Fake player (fake player) ain't nobody killin (hey, I'm a ball for real)
(oh, oh, oh)
Chingy
Girl I know you do the nasty (nasty)
I could tell when ya (when ya) walked past me (past me)
And your proud I looking flashy
Errrthings on your mind
Just ask me
I know my errrrelated stuff wasky (wabbit)
Carrots all in the dezzy
It's a habbit (uh)
Wurrs my cash
outside I gotta Benz and Jag (both sittin on chrome)
Is she down for gettin dirty with a 'get it' boy
All I need is one night just hit it boy
After the club we can checkin at five-star telly
Get a suite an let me put somethin in your belly
What's your name sheena
(ah) that you was shelly
Don't matta four o'clock
Just be ready
Foreva solja probably won't come back from your momma
Must we think that's where ya get your back from
Chorus
Chingy
Now I know we keep it crackin ask 'em and brit (what's up)
The girls on us so dirty who you rollin wit (V-I-P)
From Magic City to the pink slip in the Lou (Lou)
them chicks love the diamonds that I get from rob jewels
We been in the spot maaaan hang up flirtin
We be surrounding by girls man and I ain't burpin
All I know is money cash, sex, and j
And I got all three no I don't play (don't play)
Chicks call me Drama King like KaySlay (KaySlay)
Cause in the bed I bring it (yeah) night and day
Lettin rounds off in 'em like an AK
You leavin wit me tell me is it free or do I have to pay, (what you say)
Chorus
Chingy
I like them black, white, Puerto Rican, or Haitian
Like Japanese, Chinese, or even Asian (okay)
Don't matter what colour on this occasion, (fo sho)
Like smoke take a hit of what I'm blazin
I said to god it's me girls praisin
Meet me at about 6 at the days inn
5 of 'em, 1 of me, I'm feelin caged in
I'm a pimp, I'm gonna keep on playin
You know I love 'em for that one night, (one night)
I could take on ten with my one pipe, (one pipe)
Knock 'em all like a bowlin pin on site, (on site)
Make 'em soak, change, girl lookherre you better get your mind right
(cause...)
Chorus until fade
by motherfukin hata October 31, 2004
Chorus - Snoop Dogg
When the pimp's in the crib ma
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
When the pigs try to get at ya
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot
And if a nigga get a attitude
Pop it like it's hot
Pop it like it's hot
Pop it like it's hot
I got the rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Sean Don
And I roll the best weed cause I got it going on
Verse - Pharrell Williams
Uh! I'm a nice dude, with some nice dreams
See these ice cubes, see these Ice Creams?
Eligible bachelor, million dollar boat
That's whiter than what's spilling down your throat
The Phantom, exterior like fish eggs
The interior like suicide wrist red
I can excercise you, this can be your Phys. Ed
Cheat on your man ma, that's how you get ahizzead
Killer wit the beat, I know killers in the street
Wit the steel that'll make you feel like Chinchilla in the heat
So don't try to run up on my ear talking all that raspy shit
Trying to ask me shit
When my niggaz fill ya vest they ain't gon pass me shit
You should think about it, take a second
Matter fact, you should take four B
And think before you fuck wit lil skateboard P
Chorus
Verse - Snoop Dogg
I'm a gangsta, but y'all knew that
Da Big Bo$$ Dogg, yeah I had to do that
I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside
But only on the left side, yeah that's the Crip side
Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play
I cut so much you thought I was a DJ
{*scratches*} "two!" - "one!" - "yep, three!"
S-N double O-P, D-O double G
I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it
See I specialize in making all the girls get naked
So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside
We got a world premiere right here, now get live!
So don't change the dizzle, turn it up a little
I got a living room full of fine dime brizzles
Waiting on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Shizzle
G's to the bizzack, now ladies here we gizzo
Chorus
Verse - Snoop Dogg
I'm a Bad Boy, wit a lotta ho's
Drive my own cars, and wear my own clothes
I hang out tough, I'm a real Bo$$
Big Snoop Dogg, yeah he's so sharp
On the TV screen and in the magazines
If you play me close, you're on a red beam
Oh you got a gun so you wanna pop back?
AK47 now nigga, stop that!
C mid shoes, now I'm on the move
You're family's crying, now you on the news
They can't find you, and now they miss you
Must I remind you I'm only here to twist you
Pistol whip you, dip you then flip you
Then dance to this motherfucking music we crip to
Subscribe nigga, get yo issue
Baby come close, let me see how you get loose!
Chorus
Outro
Snooooooooooop.
Snooooooooooop..
When the pimp's in the crib ma
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
When the pigs try to get at ya
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot
And if a nigga get a attitude
Pop it like it's hot
Pop it like it's hot
Pop it like it's hot
I got the rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Sean Don
And I roll the best weed cause I got it going on
Verse - Pharrell Williams
Uh! I'm a nice dude, with some nice dreams
See these ice cubes, see these Ice Creams?
Eligible bachelor, million dollar boat
That's whiter than what's spilling down your throat
The Phantom, exterior like fish eggs
The interior like suicide wrist red
I can excercise you, this can be your Phys. Ed
Cheat on your man ma, that's how you get ahizzead
Killer wit the beat, I know killers in the street
Wit the steel that'll make you feel like Chinchilla in the heat
So don't try to run up on my ear talking all that raspy shit
Trying to ask me shit
When my niggaz fill ya vest they ain't gon pass me shit
You should think about it, take a second
Matter fact, you should take four B
And think before you fuck wit lil skateboard P
Chorus
Verse - Snoop Dogg
I'm a gangsta, but y'all knew that
Da Big Bo$$ Dogg, yeah I had to do that
I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside
But only on the left side, yeah that's the Crip side
Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play
I cut so much you thought I was a DJ
{*scratches*} "two!" - "one!" - "yep, three!"
S-N double O-P, D-O double G
I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it
See I specialize in making all the girls get naked
So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside
We got a world premiere right here, now get live!
So don't change the dizzle, turn it up a little
I got a living room full of fine dime brizzles
Waiting on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Shizzle
G's to the bizzack, now ladies here we gizzo
Chorus
Verse - Snoop Dogg
I'm a Bad Boy, wit a lotta ho's
Drive my own cars, and wear my own clothes
I hang out tough, I'm a real Bo$$
Big Snoop Dogg, yeah he's so sharp
On the TV screen and in the magazines
If you play me close, you're on a red beam
Oh you got a gun so you wanna pop back?
AK47 now nigga, stop that!
C mid shoes, now I'm on the move
You're family's crying, now you on the news
They can't find you, and now they miss you
Must I remind you I'm only here to twist you
Pistol whip you, dip you then flip you
Then dance to this motherfucking music we crip to
Subscribe nigga, get yo issue
Baby come close, let me see how you get loose!
Chorus
Outro
Snooooooooooop.
Snooooooooooop..
by motherfukin hata October 31, 2004