- Kitchen lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Young Jeezy & Pusha T)
- Boo lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Yo Gotti)
Kitchen lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Young Jeezy & Pusha T)
[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucker kitchen using baby bottles for the lean
Wifey says I'm tripping, plus I got maybelline smeared right bellow my zipper,
I'm a Kama Sutra reader and a conjure drinker.
Hot on the stove, smoking like reefer
This work ain't bout shit, that's why it's cheaper.
This ho ain't bout shit, that's why she's cheaper,
All we blow is strong, that's why you weaker!
Wait up, yo status change when you wait up,
Waiting on the meal, I already put my plate up!
Nigga fall back up, already put my rake up,
Every time I leave the booth they put yellow tape up.
Hair weave killa, messing up her make-up,
Pyrex vision and I'm about to cook a cake up.
Get a 4, add a lil water,
Get her in a track, and ride her like a motor!
[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
[Young Jeezy:]
It's just a three watches, asshole!
One platinum, one white, one rose gold
Drive a solid gold Rolls to the Rose Bowl.
Rose in the club for my rose home!
Man fuck these niggas I got blow goals,
I count money all night, I need some no-doze,
Here to try, I want it easy, I need a bankroll
All the money I the trunk, bitch the bank roll
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen, nigga,
Got me standing at that water like I'm fishing, nigga!
Never know about me, I pull a bass out
Drop a 250 in and pull a half out
Had to do it for the town and the trap niggas
Me and 2 chains, it's over for you rap niggas!
And nothin says butter like parkay
And nothin make them J's stutter like hard yay
[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
It started in the kitchen, king of the whipping,
Denzel in glory, tear drop was missing!
Just like the roof is riding in that Chris Brown,
Two seater deuces, peeling like I skip town!
Pocket full of brick money, neck full of black gold,
Black diamonds got the Jesus piece like [?]
That's 2 chainz. I'm [?] I'm for everyone I cook I make [?].
Mary Kate and Ashley, Tia and Tamara, 2 in the 4 like the Porsche Panamara
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror, vision clouded by the coke
Ain't makin it clearer!
I make it look easy, I rap it up greezy
Bandana around the brick, I make him look jeezy,
But I push the ton of it get the name right,
Who else could fly and then land on the same flight? Pushhh
[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucker kitchen using baby bottles for the lean
Wifey says I'm tripping, plus I got maybelline smeared right bellow my zipper,
I'm a Kama Sutra reader and a conjure drinker.
Hot on the stove, smoking like reefer
This work ain't bout shit, that's why it's cheaper.
This ho ain't bout shit, that's why she's cheaper,
All we blow is strong, that's why you weaker!
Wait up, yo status change when you wait up,
Waiting on the meal, I already put my plate up!
Nigga fall back up, already put my rake up,
Every time I leave the booth they put yellow tape up.
Hair weave killa, messing up her make-up,
Pyrex vision and I'm about to cook a cake up.
Get a 4, add a lil water,
Get her in a track, and ride her like a motor!
[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
[Young Jeezy:]
It's just a three watches, asshole!
One platinum, one white, one rose gold
Drive a solid gold Rolls to the Rose Bowl.
Rose in the club for my rose home!
Man fuck these niggas I got blow goals,
I count money all night, I need some no-doze,
Here to try, I want it easy, I need a bankroll
All the money I the trunk, bitch the bank roll
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen, nigga,
Got me standing at that water like I'm fishing, nigga!
Never know about me, I pull a bass out
Drop a 250 in and pull a half out
Had to do it for the town and the trap niggas
Me and 2 chains, it's over for you rap niggas!
And nothin says butter like parkay
And nothin make them J's stutter like hard yay
[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
It started in the kitchen, king of the whipping,
Denzel in glory, tear drop was missing!
Just like the roof is riding in that Chris Brown,
Two seater deuces, peeling like I skip town!
Pocket full of brick money, neck full of black gold,
Black diamonds got the Jesus piece like [?]
That's 2 chainz. I'm [?] I'm for everyone I cook I make [?].
Mary Kate and Ashley, Tia and Tamara, 2 in the 4 like the Porsche Panamara
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror, vision clouded by the coke
Ain't makin it clearer!
I make it look easy, I rap it up greezy
Bandana around the brick, I make him look jeezy,
But I push the ton of it get the name right,
Who else could fly and then land on the same flight? Pushhh
[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
Boo lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Yo Gotti)
[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
[Tity Boi:]
I just call her boo
I think her name is Shawna
What I really know bout the girl that drive the Honda.
I just call her boo
I think her name is isha, might be Tasha might even be Keisha.
All I really know her baby daddy wanna feature
And when they ran up on me she damn near had a seizure
See I just call her boo
I think her name is Ana
I met her in Miami, she say she from Atlanta
I just call her boo and she finish school
And she like to drink and like to smoke my reefer too
See I just call her boo
I think her name was Tonya
I know she from Decatur, she got a stupid onion
[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
[Yo Gotti:]
Shawty stupid dumb thick I just call her red
Now that I think about it maybe I should call ahead
She got that super fire I can't even lie
She like a water park she ain't never dry
And I just call her bae and she just call me gotti
Ain't no relationship we just fuckin shock
She got her own bread shawty school me in a drop
Her mama own some daycares her brother got them blocks
And she a college girl sophomore I hit her in the dorm
On the hard floor she got her shit together so I respect her more
So if she ask me for some money she is not a whore
[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
[Tity Boi:]
I hate lame niggas so this a hate crime
Rich niggas shit up on em a gang sign
Gotta glock 40 in my waist line
Just bought a new crib by the lake side
What is life like it's love and I love my girl
Show up life a big spenda I'm tryna fuck the world
Yeah fuck em girl you ain't gotta go back
Call em tell em that yo pussy got kidnapped
And she layin with her forehead on my six pack
Yeah we got something in common we like big stacks
Yeah I know her name but I like to call her boo
You shoulda put a chirp on her so she wouldn't move
[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
[Tity Boi:]
I just call her boo
I think her name is Shawna
What I really know bout the girl that drive the Honda.
I just call her boo
I think her name is isha, might be Tasha might even be Keisha.
All I really know her baby daddy wanna feature
And when they ran up on me she damn near had a seizure
See I just call her boo
I think her name is Ana
I met her in Miami, she say she from Atlanta
I just call her boo and she finish school
And she like to drink and like to smoke my reefer too
See I just call her boo
I think her name was Tonya
I know she from Decatur, she got a stupid onion
[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
[Yo Gotti:]
Shawty stupid dumb thick I just call her red
Now that I think about it maybe I should call ahead
She got that super fire I can't even lie
She like a water park she ain't never dry
And I just call her bae and she just call me gotti
Ain't no relationship we just fuckin shock
She got her own bread shawty school me in a drop
Her mama own some daycares her brother got them blocks
And she a college girl sophomore I hit her in the dorm
On the hard floor she got her shit together so I respect her more
So if she ask me for some money she is not a whore
[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
[Tity Boi:]
I hate lame niggas so this a hate crime
Rich niggas shit up on em a gang sign
Gotta glock 40 in my waist line
Just bought a new crib by the lake side
What is life like it's love and I love my girl
Show up life a big spenda I'm tryna fuck the world
Yeah fuck em girl you ain't gotta go back
Call em tell em that yo pussy got kidnapped
And she layin with her forehead on my six pack
Yeah we got something in common we like big stacks
Yeah I know her name but I like to call her boo
You shoulda put a chirp on her so she wouldn't move
[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
Ball lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Waka Flocka Flame)
We've been getting money we were about child
Gutting niggers keeping now we take them by their balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
I'm a ride this motherfucker till the wheels fall off
Yes I'm sitting shotgun with my fucking side out
I'm a balls, balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
When I woke up this morning I was thinking about bowling
Now bought a new sale bone everybody call it, let's get it
I want it like I own it, my star hear not this ain't my opponent
And all these niggers trash, and I'm the new custodian
Are you kidding me, fucking nickelodeon
Take your main girl and we kick it like she know it
Bitch on the base, motherfucking counting
24 zone the wide, I'm high, I'm by the bar new what just about time
Just for a lot are charging niggers fire
I hope you're about yours cause I'm about mine
And I'm about flying, and I'm about trying
Gangster real, my gangster's
Gangsters everywhere they even standing in the crowd
Nigger follow me he gonna be land on the ground
Pin a silly clip, clean a nigger out
Let that bitch rip while he dancing by the couch
Is my cologne, you know what we own
We will never, they will never, yeah
We've been getting money we were about child
Gutting niggers keeping now we take them by their balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
I'm a ride this motherfucker till the wheels fall off
Yes I'm sitting shotgun with my fucking side out
I'm a balls, balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
4 bottles of that Remi I'm trying to get high
... triple cup, got me sleep walking, whatever see me grind, stunt, go hard
Monday... Sunday, I'm a go hard,
Every car my fans scream, score, ball, ball, ball, ball, go hard
I'm drunken than a motherfucker standing on the sofa
Bottles in the sky you can tell that we're high
I see them giving me the evil eye
Four words for you pussy niggers come try
We've been getting money we were about child
Gutting niggers keeping now we take them by their balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
I'm a ride this motherfucker till the wheels fall off
Yes I'm sitting shotgun with my fucking side out
I'm a balls, balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
... balling, going hard,.. balling going hard, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
... balling, going hard,.. balling going hard, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball.
Gutting niggers keeping now we take them by their balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
I'm a ride this motherfucker till the wheels fall off
Yes I'm sitting shotgun with my fucking side out
I'm a balls, balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
When I woke up this morning I was thinking about bowling
Now bought a new sale bone everybody call it, let's get it
I want it like I own it, my star hear not this ain't my opponent
And all these niggers trash, and I'm the new custodian
Are you kidding me, fucking nickelodeon
Take your main girl and we kick it like she know it
Bitch on the base, motherfucking counting
24 zone the wide, I'm high, I'm by the bar new what just about time
Just for a lot are charging niggers fire
I hope you're about yours cause I'm about mine
And I'm about flying, and I'm about trying
Gangster real, my gangster's
Gangsters everywhere they even standing in the crowd
Nigger follow me he gonna be land on the ground
Pin a silly clip, clean a nigger out
Let that bitch rip while he dancing by the couch
Is my cologne, you know what we own
We will never, they will never, yeah
We've been getting money we were about child
Gutting niggers keeping now we take them by their balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
I'm a ride this motherfucker till the wheels fall off
Yes I'm sitting shotgun with my fucking side out
I'm a balls, balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
4 bottles of that Remi I'm trying to get high
... triple cup, got me sleep walking, whatever see me grind, stunt, go hard
Monday... Sunday, I'm a go hard,
Every car my fans scream, score, ball, ball, ball, ball, go hard
I'm drunken than a motherfucker standing on the sofa
Bottles in the sky you can tell that we're high
I see them giving me the evil eye
Four words for you pussy niggers come try
We've been getting money we were about child
Gutting niggers keeping now we take them by their balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
I'm a ride this motherfucker till the wheels fall off
Yes I'm sitting shotgun with my fucking side out
I'm a balls, balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
... balling, going hard,.. balling going hard, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
... balling, going hard,.. balling going hard, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball.
Pimp C Back lyrics - 2 Chainz
Rest in peace Pimp C! [x3]
Take it off, bitch bend over let me see it! [x4]
(Rest in peace Pimp C!) [x3]
OK, I've been the guy, look in the sky
Rain hit my building, make my window cry!
My uncle on that gin, it's like genocide
We kept 'em pillows sex we can have a pillow fight
Where my girl left, I wasn't feeling right!
And despit she extra nice; she start catching feelings, I'm a catch a flight.
She said I hurt her feelings now she's dating dykes
I'm glad this ain't no movie, you ain't acting right. (Tell 'em!)
[Chorus:]
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
I said take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it! [x2]
I said take that shit off, bend over.
10 soldiers; We're the opposite of being sober,
Girls don't eat soda!
Coidene and cream soda, different weed odors
California, you can smell it in a coma!
They say the world is finna end, so I made me a bucket list,
All I wanna do is just fuck; so this my fucking list!
Even if we ran us a train; you couldn't fuck with us,
And yeah I got me a bankroll; I need a bunch of ones...
[Chorus:]
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
I said take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it! [x2]
[Outro:]
They hollin Pimp C back, now what the fuck is up
Pimp C back, now what the fuck is up [x3]
Take it off, bitch bend over let me see it! [x4]
(Rest in peace Pimp C!) [x3]
OK, I've been the guy, look in the sky
Rain hit my building, make my window cry!
My uncle on that gin, it's like genocide
We kept 'em pillows sex we can have a pillow fight
Where my girl left, I wasn't feeling right!
And despit she extra nice; she start catching feelings, I'm a catch a flight.
She said I hurt her feelings now she's dating dykes
I'm glad this ain't no movie, you ain't acting right. (Tell 'em!)
[Chorus:]
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
I said take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it! [x2]
I said take that shit off, bend over.
10 soldiers; We're the opposite of being sober,
Girls don't eat soda!
Coidene and cream soda, different weed odors
California, you can smell it in a coma!
They say the world is finna end, so I made me a bucket list,
All I wanna do is just fuck; so this my fucking list!
Even if we ran us a train; you couldn't fuck with us,
And yeah I got me a bankroll; I need a bunch of ones...
[Chorus:]
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
I said take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it! [x2]
[Outro:]
They hollin Pimp C back, now what the fuck is up
Pimp C back, now what the fuck is up [x3]
Riot (Remix) lyrics - 2 Chainz (with 50 Cent)
[50 Cent - Intro]
I don’t even know what to say
Ain’t got to say much
You here my voice
You know it’s 50
[2 Chainz]
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet
Lame niggas be quiet You in the presence of a real nigga
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet,
Lame niggas be quiet
You in the real nigga’s presence
[Verse 1 - 2 Chainz]
I eat your girl up for breakfast, won’t save you no extras
Say she fuck with me cause a real nigga’s her preference
Drinking like I’m from Texas, and you know I stay flexin’
And if you don’t know I go by Tity two necklace
[50 Cent]
Nigga that cocaine that I’m flipping
Wood-wood grain when I’m dipping
Codeine when I’m sippin’
Bitch, You fucking right I be trippin’
I put your bitch face in my lap
2-2-3s all in my strap
Count-count my paper
All of them stacks
Fuck something up and get it right back
Nigga try me
[2 Chainz]
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
[2 Chainz]
I ain't stunnin’ these niggas
I ain't stunnin’ these bitches
2 cigarrellas, look look like extensions (damn)
Yeah I’m from the south side, her mouth wide
My pack loud, My gat loud, I back out
And click clack pow pow
Court dates, still trial
My rep is a reptile
Now later, alligators
I step on a work like a step child (whoo)
Pimps up, hoes down
Make your girl pull her clothes down
Her hair down and I’m down
Her phone off so don’t dial
[50 Cent]
That-that pyrex in my kitchen
Rich niggas still bitching
Them GDs and them vicelords
Or that gangsta shit I be kicking
Who Blood now? Who Cripping?
Who pussy? Tell me who snitching?
I got a firearm to fire on
For whoever done let that bitch in
These niggas don’t live by the codes
Then cut in and fucked up the game
Throw your sets up if you don’t give a fuck
It’s 50 and 2 Chainz
Got the hood back poppin’, I dance to this
I buy the whole bar, nigga you can drank to this
Get the bottles poppin’
While the hoes watchin’
And damn I love this gangsta shit
[Hook]
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot (yeah)
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot (that’s what I’m talkin about)
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
[50 Cent - Outro]
We gone get back to the real shit,
Quit fucking around
I don’t even know what to say
Ain’t got to say much
You here my voice
You know it’s 50
[2 Chainz]
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet
Lame niggas be quiet You in the presence of a real nigga
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet,
Lame niggas be quiet
You in the real nigga’s presence
[Verse 1 - 2 Chainz]
I eat your girl up for breakfast, won’t save you no extras
Say she fuck with me cause a real nigga’s her preference
Drinking like I’m from Texas, and you know I stay flexin’
And if you don’t know I go by Tity two necklace
[50 Cent]
Nigga that cocaine that I’m flipping
Wood-wood grain when I’m dipping
Codeine when I’m sippin’
Bitch, You fucking right I be trippin’
I put your bitch face in my lap
2-2-3s all in my strap
Count-count my paper
All of them stacks
Fuck something up and get it right back
Nigga try me
[2 Chainz]
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
[2 Chainz]
I ain't stunnin’ these niggas
I ain't stunnin’ these bitches
2 cigarrellas, look look like extensions (damn)
Yeah I’m from the south side, her mouth wide
My pack loud, My gat loud, I back out
And click clack pow pow
Court dates, still trial
My rep is a reptile
Now later, alligators
I step on a work like a step child (whoo)
Pimps up, hoes down
Make your girl pull her clothes down
Her hair down and I’m down
Her phone off so don’t dial
[50 Cent]
That-that pyrex in my kitchen
Rich niggas still bitching
Them GDs and them vicelords
Or that gangsta shit I be kicking
Who Blood now? Who Cripping?
Who pussy? Tell me who snitching?
I got a firearm to fire on
For whoever done let that bitch in
These niggas don’t live by the codes
Then cut in and fucked up the game
Throw your sets up if you don’t give a fuck
It’s 50 and 2 Chainz
Got the hood back poppin’, I dance to this
I buy the whole bar, nigga you can drank to this
Get the bottles poppin’
While the hoes watchin’
And damn I love this gangsta shit
[Hook]
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot (yeah)
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot (that’s what I’m talkin about)
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
[50 Cent - Outro]
We gone get back to the real shit,
Quit fucking around
Sway In The Morning Freestyle lyrics - 2 Chainz
My height man,
OK, I got you!
I got you, don't worry
And I pay, I pay my height man!
Just pay me attention!
So you wanna do it for me [?]
You've got make sure my [?]
I got you, I got you
OK!
Guess who's gonna play those [?]
All right, cool, all right!
My rhyme style real nonchalant
Trust me, rude boy this ain't what you want
He [?] have you doing summersaults
Then I dump ya trash ass off in the garbage
Every week I get my car washed
This the life of a hustle, this is not a fassaud
And what you're looking at is not a mirage
You probably seen me at the W having a minage
Performing, smack a lil ass recording
I'm doing 160 for my niggas in Porsches
They say I speeding cause I'm on that far left side
I'm from the South but I'm smoking on the West Side
I'm in my best right,
I let my girl wash clothes on the G4
So I could let em jet dry.
And I'm the best I noticed
And u ain't even noticed, until I roll up on in a Lotus
Brushing dust on my shoulders like fuck it I'm focus
I'm fucking with bitches, that's only fucking with soldiers
Listen! I got an old school the color of okra
The tires as wide as Oprah watch it when it approaches
Now listen, peace up! A town down you know I gotta my piece up
So I won't play around
Got the extra round!
Plus it got a clip on
Pollute ya block I put all that shit on! 2 Chainz...
OK, I got you!
I got you, don't worry
And I pay, I pay my height man!
Just pay me attention!
So you wanna do it for me [?]
You've got make sure my [?]
I got you, I got you
OK!
Guess who's gonna play those [?]
All right, cool, all right!
My rhyme style real nonchalant
Trust me, rude boy this ain't what you want
He [?] have you doing summersaults
Then I dump ya trash ass off in the garbage
Every week I get my car washed
This the life of a hustle, this is not a fassaud
And what you're looking at is not a mirage
You probably seen me at the W having a minage
Performing, smack a lil ass recording
I'm doing 160 for my niggas in Porsches
They say I speeding cause I'm on that far left side
I'm from the South but I'm smoking on the West Side
I'm in my best right,
I let my girl wash clothes on the G4
So I could let em jet dry.
And I'm the best I noticed
And u ain't even noticed, until I roll up on in a Lotus
Brushing dust on my shoulders like fuck it I'm focus
I'm fucking with bitches, that's only fucking with soldiers
Listen! I got an old school the color of okra
The tires as wide as Oprah watch it when it approaches
Now listen, peace up! A town down you know I gotta my piece up
So I won't play around
Got the extra round!
Plus it got a clip on
Pollute ya block I put all that shit on! 2 Chainz...
Think About It lyrics - 2 Chainz
Talking met the blue swang
Gamble up my loose chains
2 chains, 'nough said, throw money at her forehead
This about it, wait a minute, think about it
Her pussy so wet, it look like she waste some drinks around it
Best in Atlanta, you really don't have to think about it
A nigger so cold, my microphone got one [?]
Titty 2 chains and the 2 [?] I'm doubla illa
2 hands on my balls nigger call it double dribble, uh
[Chorus:]
Think about it, now think about it
Think about it, yeah think about it
Just think about it, think about it
Just think about it, think about it
Just think about the [?]. Y'all know the [?]
Used to sell them bags, now I'm selling swag
Tell your bitch come here, tell your bitch come here
I only have time for one night, you can have her back when I deal
Smoke hammer bagging all real, take another pull and I steal
I'm with my crew [?] like we walking around on stills
Walking around on blimps, and we pushing weight
Got my pocket looking built
[?] yeah, picture that, take a picture
[?] I come to your city real soon and watch them titties shake
Anyways, I [?] I'm really good at math so I know that don't mean penetrate
I'm coming out the [?] nigger know this if you do not know anything
2 chain stay down like tennis shoes
I need a mill, wanna go to dinner soon
[Chorus:]
Think about it, now think about it
Think about it, yeah think about it
Just think about it, think about it
Just think about it, think about it.
Gamble up my loose chains
2 chains, 'nough said, throw money at her forehead
This about it, wait a minute, think about it
Her pussy so wet, it look like she waste some drinks around it
Best in Atlanta, you really don't have to think about it
A nigger so cold, my microphone got one [?]
Titty 2 chains and the 2 [?] I'm doubla illa
2 hands on my balls nigger call it double dribble, uh
[Chorus:]
Think about it, now think about it
Think about it, yeah think about it
Just think about it, think about it
Just think about it, think about it
Just think about the [?]. Y'all know the [?]
Used to sell them bags, now I'm selling swag
Tell your bitch come here, tell your bitch come here
I only have time for one night, you can have her back when I deal
Smoke hammer bagging all real, take another pull and I steal
I'm with my crew [?] like we walking around on stills
Walking around on blimps, and we pushing weight
Got my pocket looking built
[?] yeah, picture that, take a picture
[?] I come to your city real soon and watch them titties shake
Anyways, I [?] I'm really good at math so I know that don't mean penetrate
I'm coming out the [?] nigger know this if you do not know anything
2 chain stay down like tennis shoes
I need a mill, wanna go to dinner soon
[Chorus:]
Think about it, now think about it
Think about it, yeah think about it
Just think about it, think about it
Just think about it, think about it.
Tupac Back lyrics - 2 Chainz
Tity Boi back, Louie bandana
Tall ass nigga look like I play for Atlanta
Look at my whip, it 2011
Look at my watch, this shit so bright that it's yellin
Tity Boi back, Louie bandana
Tall ass nigga look like I play for Atlanta
Look at my whip, it 2011
Look at my watch, this shit so bright that it's yellin
Irma a problem like arithmetic
Still won't show a bitch shit but dick, yeah
I have sex with my necklace on
By the time breakfast done I'll extra gone, yeah
Niggas know I got a special flow
When they come to the crib they leave their shoes at the door, oh
Tity Boi they call me deuce for short
I just had an accident now I'm on Kush support
If I say it then I did it, I did it then I mean it
This is not a hand me down when I give niggas the bizness
2 black cars on 24 inches
That's my first 48 I'm killing these niggas
Tity Boi back, Louie bandana
Tall ass nigga look like I play for Atlanta
Look at my whip, it 2011
Look at my watch, this shit so bright that it's yellin
Tity Boi back, Louie bandana
Tall ass nigga look like I play for Atlanta
Look at my whip, it 2011
Look at my watch, this shit so bright that it's yellin
Yeah, 2 chains, ya feel me, it's gonna be a hot summer man
I'm telling ya
I'm a burn you niggas personally
Burn you niggas, bow bow, ya feel me
No guanaria either nigga
Uncut Cypher lyrics - 2 Chainz
(BET Hip Hop Awards '11; performed by Busta Rhymes, Reek da Villain, 2 Chainz and Ludacris)
[Verse 1: Reek Da Villain]
Aye yo weak minded bitches fall victim because my charm's strong jazzy pair of louis on my feet Chewy Armstrong
Ma couldn't be my cheerleader with platinum pom-poms she the type to misrepresent a king like Lebron's mom
Beating on my chest with a crown King Kong Don Langston Hughes I write a poem that do the Bible psalms harm
These other rappers want problems then bring it on umm this rapping beef is nothing my studio's in it's long form and all cowards'll become victims of man
Keep a 5th of Remy and a stick of piff in my hand yeh they fly but I'm a pilot that no one can understand plus the way I go ham'll make a Muslim say damn
Hustle hard trips to Miami for three days so I can meet with the connects and get the D Wade run up in the Gucci store and drop 3k you bum I could get your whole outfit out of BJ's
Lyrical scientist leaving mics with psoriasis so it's {bleeped} as Michael Myer's psychiatrist pyrics suppliacist who being lying stiff when the iron spits I come alone just me and one 9 Johnny {Unitis}
And let my bitch serenade through these slums and blow so much loud I need a hearing aid for my lungs
And as far as metaphors rate this I was a snail 'til haters threw salt on me and I dissolved into greatness
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
What goes around comes around like a hula hoop. Hair weave killa I'll show up to your funeral
All this work I need a cubicle. Clear coat cuticle. Different color diamonds like a rubrics cube
If this was New Edition, I'll be Bobby Brown. Put the check over your head and call it Nike Town
How could I be down? Free Boosie, wipe me down. My credit card is black and proud
I've been trapping since roxies had the ankles out. I'm going to the money and I took the paper route
Uh Yeh, I'm hood approved and I'm street tested. You a nobody; anorexic
If you stay next to me you're close to a blessing. So, I'm guessin' I could get arrested for aggravated flexin' with all this ice on. My mic on, I apply pressure like a python. And everybody know this that body flow; bench press, cardio. They try to cramp a nigga style like a Charlie horse
Yeh, they plot on you, and they drop on ya. I put a Glock to your eye and call it glaucoma
Bow! From 30 nights of sipping dirty Sprite. I call this shit Bluetooth because I don't need a mic. 2Chainz
[Verse 1: Reek Da Villain]
Aye yo weak minded bitches fall victim because my charm's strong jazzy pair of louis on my feet Chewy Armstrong
Ma couldn't be my cheerleader with platinum pom-poms she the type to misrepresent a king like Lebron's mom
Beating on my chest with a crown King Kong Don Langston Hughes I write a poem that do the Bible psalms harm
These other rappers want problems then bring it on umm this rapping beef is nothing my studio's in it's long form and all cowards'll become victims of man
Keep a 5th of Remy and a stick of piff in my hand yeh they fly but I'm a pilot that no one can understand plus the way I go ham'll make a Muslim say damn
Hustle hard trips to Miami for three days so I can meet with the connects and get the D Wade run up in the Gucci store and drop 3k you bum I could get your whole outfit out of BJ's
Lyrical scientist leaving mics with psoriasis so it's {bleeped} as Michael Myer's psychiatrist pyrics suppliacist who being lying stiff when the iron spits I come alone just me and one 9 Johnny {Unitis}
And let my bitch serenade through these slums and blow so much loud I need a hearing aid for my lungs
And as far as metaphors rate this I was a snail 'til haters threw salt on me and I dissolved into greatness
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
What goes around comes around like a hula hoop. Hair weave killa I'll show up to your funeral
All this work I need a cubicle. Clear coat cuticle. Different color diamonds like a rubrics cube
If this was New Edition, I'll be Bobby Brown. Put the check over your head and call it Nike Town
How could I be down? Free Boosie, wipe me down. My credit card is black and proud
I've been trapping since roxies had the ankles out. I'm going to the money and I took the paper route
Uh Yeh, I'm hood approved and I'm street tested. You a nobody; anorexic
If you stay next to me you're close to a blessing. So, I'm guessin' I could get arrested for aggravated flexin' with all this ice on. My mic on, I apply pressure like a python. And everybody know this that body flow; bench press, cardio. They try to cramp a nigga style like a Charlie horse
Yeh, they plot on you, and they drop on ya. I put a Glock to your eye and call it glaucoma
Bow! From 30 nights of sipping dirty Sprite. I call this shit Bluetooth because I don't need a mic. 2Chainz
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