Sevn Alias – Snakes In The Grass Lyrics

[Songtekst van "Snakes in the Grass"]

[Intro]
P-p-p.APE

[Chorus]
Ik heb bands on my mind, denk alleen aan die cash
'Nough money, maar nog steeds niet relaxed
Weet je hoeveel haters ik heb?
Ik moet oppassen voor die snakes in the grass
Denk alleen aan die cash
'Nough money, maar nog steeds niet relaxed
Weet je hoeveel haters ik heb?
Ik moet oppassen voor die snakes in the grass

[Verse 1]
Ben scherp voor die boze ogen brandend door m'n lijf
Want die grote money komt met andere gezeik
Ben nog steeds hetzelfde, bitch, ik wandel door de wijk
En clannies herkennen me nog, er wordt gehandeld in de wijk
Zweer het je, het plan die ik bereid
Kan je niet vertellen, want straks nak je het van mij
Kijk, ik heb veel geleerd, en ook veel geaccepteerd
Maar als je gaat over m'n grens dan klap ik je gelijk
Velen van ze haten, praten blaam
Maar denk dat ik weet hoe het komt, waarschijnlijk maken ze geen saaf
Praten en ze praten, maar het gaat nooit over maken
En als het wel over maken gaat, dan maken ze geen vaart
[Chorus]
Ik heb bands on my mind, denk alleen aan die cash
'Nough money, maar nog steeds niet relaxed
Weet je hoeveel haters ik heb?

Ik moet oppassen voor die snakes in the grass
Denk alleen aan die cash
'Nough money, maar nog steeds niet relaxed
Weet je hoeveel haters ik heb?
Ik moet oppassen voor die snakes in the grass

[Verse 2]
Broer, ik ben van buiten, als een straatrat
Ik grind tot ik saaf pak
Op je huid, net een slaapzak
Maak vaak pap
Wil niet met jou verdienen, laat dat
Als dingen niet meer lukken, dan verander ik de aanpak
f*ck de aandacht, bro
Wat ik voel, ik draag dat
Ik pull up in m'n TP, geen maatpak
Vanwaar die haat, gap?
Ik ken je niet, ewa ja [?]
Run up on me, laat je op de grond als een naaktslak
Visie is te clean, Cazal-planga op sterkte
Slooft je uit, maar je maakt geen buit, ik wens je sterkte
Bidden dat ik val, ik zweer, die shit maakte me sterk
Het blijft overeind, ze kunnen mij niet omslaan als een calendar
[Chorus]
Ik heb bands on my mind, denk alleen aan die cash
'Nough money, maar nog steeds niet relaxed
Weet je hoeveel haters ik heb?
Ik moet oppassen voor die snakes in the grass
Denk alleen aan die cash
'Nough money, maar nog steeds niet relaxed
Weet je hoeveel haters ik heb?
Ik moet oppassen voor die snakes in the grass

Mistah F.a.b. – Still Feelin’ It Lyrics (feat. Snoop Dogg, G-Eazy, Keak Da Sneak, Iamsu!, Nef The Pharaoh & Ezale)

[Intro: Mistah F.A.B. (talking)]
R-I-P to the Mac D-R-E
Uhhhhhhhhhh!
Oh god!
They done let me and Sean T hook back up again!
(The real king of slaps!)
We about to go Zamunda! (That’s African!)
Mac Dre forever, mayne, I don’t know what they heard
Kilo, you know I’m still throwin’ this T up, mayne! (THIZZ)

[Verse 1]
Let me stop, so I can touch myself
The game so sharp I might cut myself
You hatin’ on a boy? Hush thyself!
I’m on my own jock ’cause I love thyself
Oh, Sean T, with the slap again
‘Bout to bring the movement back, we goin’ African
My bruh put a Xanny in Actavis about to nod off
“Bro wake up, man what’s happening?”
Fabby Davis, where you been, bruh?
On 80 going 80 in a Benz, bruh
In my Mazzi with ???
I bought that from “Life of Da Party”
And I just want to party with somebody body
Get a little naughty and turn out the party
Like “HEY” I’m in your bitch face, with the thizz face
This an album, not the mixtape

[Hook]
Now can I get a YEE, for who I’m in the building with?
Who I came with is who I’m still chilling with
The sound that we started, they stealing it
But that just let us know they still feeling it
Yup, I’m still feeling it
I’m still feeling myself, still feeling myself
Yup, I’m still feeling it
I’m still feeling myself, still feeling myself
Yup, I’m still feeling it

[Verse 2]
Feeling me, not none of them
Sean T, on my mama, this one of them
Do I gotta remind ’em where I’m from again?
Said it was dead, well hey, we about to go dumb again
Feeling myself ’cause I can
‘Cause me and Mac Dre was real friends
I blew Backwoods with the Mac, uhh
If it wasn’t in the ‘wood, it wasn’t that good
I sip bo with the Jack ’til we nodded off
Niggas stealing our style, nigga, knock it off!
I fell back, fell off? Not at all

I’m still spending money from 2004
Free Dubee, Big Dant, and Miami
Off this one we might win a Grammy
I swear on Liberty granny
Still feeling myself, you understand me?

[Hook]
Now can I get a YEE, for who I’m in the building with?
Who I came with is who I’m still chilling with
The sound that we started, they stealing it
But that just let us know they still feeling it
Yup, I’m still feeling it
I’m still feeling myself, still feeling myself
Yup, I’m still feeling it
I’m still feeling myself, still feeling myself
Yup, I’m still feeling it

[Verse 3]
The building, we still in it
We started this turn up, you stealing it
If it’s K-rolled, I’m not feeling it
Won’t sip out the brick ‘less the seal on it
My little bruh got 30 on the stick and he killin’ shit
Be cool bruh-bruh we on some chillin’ shit
Styrofoam in my hand and won’t spill a sip
I’m still trying to find out, who’s Nancy Von Chillinwich?
Mamas, I wanna gig with her
Jeromey Rome, I thizz with her
Let the whole world see what I did with her
Pop one, pop two, here’s a thizz dinner
I was riding in an old school Cadillac
Playin’ Mac Dre, and then I’m slappin Jack
In the back seat, where I had her at
She said “I’ll give you head if you bring that ’06 Fabby back”

[Hook]
Now can I get a YEE, for who I’m in the building with?
Who I came with is who I’m still chilling with
The sound that we started, they stealing it
But that just let us know they still feeling it
Yup, I’m still feeling it
I’m still feeling myself, still feeling myself
Yup, I’m still feeling it
I’m still feeling myself, still feeling myself
Yup, I’m still feeling it
I’m still feeling myself, still feeling myself
Yup, I’m still feeling it
I’m still feeling myself, still feeling myself
Yup, I’m still feeling it

Mistah F.a.b. – Bring The Classics Back Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, I remember when my cousin
Bought me Bigger And Deffer
Kangol hat, I was way more fresher
Cool J tape, first tape I ever had
All in my mirror practicing, I’m bad
Pay In Full Eric B & Rakim
Cause every rap cat wanted to be like him
West Coast, I was raised on a East shit
Walk this way then, that Run DMC shit
Cross over that EPMD shit
Big Daddy came, three cuts in my eyebrow
Playing Low End Theory, real hip hop fans know you hear me!
Uh, hop hoes in my lawn
Chess not checkers I’m a king, you’re a pawn
Great Adventures of Slick Rick greatest story ever, oh yeah, get this

[Hook]
When the beat was fresh, and the rhymes real
And the music really get you that feel
Oh, man, damn I miss hip hop!
Man, damn I miss
Rappers said it and they did it, and they really had fans
And you could blow up without having a dance
Oh, man, damn I miss hip hop!
Damn I miss!
[Verse 2]
Who remember when Geto Boys drop, that classic album we can’t be stopped
Scarface, one of the best in hip hop
My eyes playing tricks on me till this day that knocks
Me against the world, feeling like Pac

Like 93' still have a haven't stopped
Hiro I just had to give props
And Digital Underground they stayed on my block
Wanted to be like Short in that drop on that born to mack cover put my city on the mob
And to me Hammer was the greatest
Twenty years later, man I ain’t afraid to say it!
Every Saturday used to watch his cartoon
With pictures, and posters, of him in my room
Man, cause he made the city shine
And all around the world, they were saying Hammer Time

[Verse 3]
Barber Shop disputes over who was the right one
Who was more gangster Kool G Rap or Spice 1
Playing Chuck D. saying damn, did he say that?
f*ck John Wayne and Elvis Presely did he play that?
K.R.S. One, BDP
‘till this day Guru wantin a Primo beat
I grew up in Oakland off APG
That was Action Packed Gangster, who feel me?
When I first heard Outkast Wow
J first album didn’t blow, how?
N.W.A., straight out of Compton
D.O.C. that was just shit was knocking
Too hard for the radio Mac Dre
Living federal like E-40
Whole rap game really miss Pac
But to the West Coast, that was hip hop!

Mistah F.a.b. – Somuthafuckinloud Lyrics (feat. Iamsu! & E-40)

[Intro: Mistah F.A.B.]
Woooo, shit
Nigga, they done let Fabby Davis out
Fabby Davis like Buddy Love
Mistah Fabby on that Professor club shit
It’s Fabby Davis!

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
When I’m yokin’ down the strip, don’t trip
Brody, I don’t hear shit
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
In this whip
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
When it hit
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
In this bitch
When I’m yokin’ down the strip, don’t trip
Brody, I don’t hear shit
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
When I’m lit
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
And it hit
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
In this bitch

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
6-6-5-9, 12 10s in the trunk
Wake the whole neighborhood up when I turn it up
I was being cool, niggas want me to turn it up
That brand new mob shit, nigga better turn it up
Knock it, yoke it, dip it and side
Niggas better be cool, my nigga’s dippin’ and slidin’
Dip, yrrrk, cut the bitch off, hit a right at the corner
Three deep in the car man, blowin’ marijuana
On that hot shit, I should be ashamed of myself
Fabby Davis made me do it, put the blame on myself
Never put the hammer up, or that thang on the shelf
I don’t need no shooters, nigga, I’ll bang ’em myself
Bang-bang, Yosemite Sam, goddam
And a Dope E.R.A. havin’ knock many have slammed
I’ll jam on a nigga like NBA
And pass on a broke bitch like Courvoisier

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
When I’m yokin’ down the strip, don’t trip
Brody, I don’t hear shit
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
In this whip
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
When it hit
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
In this bitch
When I’m yokin’ down the strip, don’t trip
Brody, I don’t hear shit
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
When I’m lit
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
And it hit
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
In this bitch

[Verse 2: IAmSu!]
Fabby, shit go stupid, maney
Hyphy spirit, can’t contain it
Music mothaf*ckin’ loud
Do a show then I jump up in the crowd
And I only smoke mothaf*ckin’ loud, when it hit
I be higher than a mothaf*ckin’ cloud, in this bitch
Ice chang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang-a-langin’, blingin’ on a dog whore
Oh-rang-a-rang-a-tang-a-tang-a, hit her with that king cobra
Still 2006 bitch, we ain’t over, we ain’t over
We been smokin’ weed, we ain’t sober, gentrifyin’, we ain’t goin

Nowhere, it’s not fair, like network, I go there
And if she on my good side, I might take her to Bay Fair
[?]
I got her off of more than one plural for the boy
Foreva Afta Bread like F.A.B. in this bitch
The hottest in the game, that’s unanimous bitch

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
When I’m yokin’ down the strip, don’t trip
Brody, I don’t hear shit
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
In this whip
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
When it hit
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
In this bitch
When I’m yokin’ down the strip, don’t trip
Brody, I don’t hear shit
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
When I’m lit
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
And it hit
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
In this bitch

[Verse 3: E-40]
Either way, Johnny Law gonna pull me over (over)
Either because I was knockin’ or because I ain’t ever sober (sober)
I get a ticket every week from my beat (beat)
Prohibitin’ everyone in my neighborhood from sleep
Y-y-yoke, motor mount losin’ screws
454 engine about to jump out the roof
My muscle car be liftin’ weights (weights), it’s stronger than ever
Who wanna race (race)? For pink slips or cheddar?
If she knew better, she’d do better, that’s what I told the broad (told the broad)
When I was comin’ up outta the liquor store buyin’ alcohol (alcohol)
She was thinkin’ [?] big fat ass and all (ass and all)
I could tell by the way she was lookin’ she wanted to give me the drawers (give me the drawers)
High [?] amplified, mobile audio
Trunk hittin’ hard like Mayweather and Paccio
Stupidious knock (knock), uncalled for
Seven-deuce Cutlass with the stick in the floor
Biatch!

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
When I’m yokin’ down the strip, don’t trip
Brody, I don’t hear shit
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
In this whip
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
When it hit
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
In this bitch
When I’m yokin’ down the strip, don’t trip
Brody, I don’t hear shit
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
When I’m lit
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
And it hit
‘Cause the music’s so mothaf*ckin’ loud
In this bitch

[Outro: Mistah F.A.B.]
Ahhh, shit
Buddy Love, nigga
Fabby Davis
Traxamillion on the slap and it mothaf*ckin’ go crazy cuz
On my mama

Mistah F.a.b. – Dreams Lyrics

[Hook]
Dreams
Close your [?]
Make me leave
The day that came
Now i can see
I say my prayer
Take my lean
Thought me love and what it seems

[Verse 1:]
Dream chasin’ like Meek Mill
But nightmares feel bad like a cheap thrill
0,7 man, I sign me a sweet deal
Over 6 figures that’s a deep deal
But i ain’t have support system
Like a meat meal, And local radio stop playin’ me
[?]
Five years later niggas talking in the street still
Daughter just turned 4
I’m walking up a steep hill
Momma died on me, Can’t sleep still
Nerves all bad ADD can’t keep still
Anxiety, My soul need a refill
Niggas tryin’ me [?]
Need first to be still
Niggas need to grow up they be catch like g fill
Surrounded bodies fakes hard to be real
Thinking in my mind mind like
Damn is this thing real
[Hook]
Dreams
Close your [?]
Make me leave
The day that came
Now i can see
I say my prayer
Take my lean
Thought me love and what it seems

[Verse 2]
[?]
Can’t sleep asking God where my mommy at
Dreams differ ’cause my dreams are blur
When i dream i seem i only dream of her
And i often drift when i drive
If it wasn’t for my daughter i commit suicide
No lie through the eyes of my eyes
See the eyes of the wise
Wasn’t enough to know know Jesus

Man falling from the sky
So what’s God to a non-believer
Still dreamin’ one day like Jeisha and Keisha
[?]
I need me a feature
Scare to sleep ’cause when i sleep i be seein’ the reaper
Lord help me if you see me
You see that i need you
Shenanigans
Like a nigga but damn [?]
Now it’s f*cking with my brain
All this shit seems strange
Is this a (dream)
[Hook]
Dreams
Close your [?]
Make me leave
The day that came
Now i can see
I say my prayer
Take my lean
Thought me love and what it seems

[Verse 3:]
I wish it was all a dream
The harsh reality a million murder scene
I wish it was all a dream
[?]
25 to life, I guess it was in his genes
Murder weapon fail i guess it was in his jeans
Through religion no guess my guess them what is genes
Word
But then again it could just be a blur
But then again it could just be a curse
You never know what you never ask
Just like you never miss what you never had
Hard to be a father if there was never a dad
Never know what a good son was if it was never bad
You understand these things?
Cause man it could all just be a (dream)
[Hook]
Dreams
Close your [?]
Make me leave
The day that came
Now i can see
I say my prayer
Take my lean
Thought me love and what it seems

Sevn Alias – Scars Lyrics

[Songtekst van "Scars"]

[Verse 1]
Ik heb allerlei scars, lovescars on me, yeah
Ik mis alleen een Oscar
Sinds jong in het veld, was negentien, net Diego Costa
Pakte die L's, herstel mezelf snel, vallen en opstaan
Jij hoeft niet te helpen, ik regel het zelf wel
Ik ben een hustler
En da's een big fact, aan deze kant zijn we niet op chit chat
We laten dingen werkеn als een uitzendkracht
Gekomen van niks, maar hеb bereik nu als een uitzendmast
Staandehouding, ik deed niks verkeerd, hij zegt, ik rij verdacht
Haters willen breken, ik ga up en niemand leidt me af
Honger de aanleiding, ben gemotiveerd, ik blijf op pad
Heb m'n eigen doelen, f*ck wat iedereen van mij verwacht
Elke dag kom ik dichterbij, al is het een kleine stap

[Chorus]
Scars in m'n hart
Haal m'n stack, maar ik heb pain in me
Scars in m'n hart
Neem het moment dat ik nog leef voor lief
Scars in m'n hart
I don't know why, but they be hittin' me
Scars in m'n hart
Kunnen buigen, maar we breken niet

[Verse 2]
Veel littekens
Vaak gedaan of dingen me niks deden
Nu neem ik het op de borst, want dat is leven
Vaak deden ze mij tekort, mag van geluk spreken
Hoevaak overleef ik het nog als ze in m'n rug steken?
Terug op die hasj, want ik heb stress en het werkt rustgevend
Het leven gunt mij geen rust, neef, ik ben druk bezig
Veel gepraat op m'n naam, maar kent me niet, niks weet je
Humble nigga, post niks op de 'Gram wanneer we teruggeven
Laag op de bank, ik laat m'n vrouw met m'n gezicht spelen
Heb geen zin in foto's, zij weet dat, dus wij gaan niks eten
Als ik heel eerlijk met je ben leef ik een kutleven
Wil alleen de money, al de fame, het kan me niks schelen

[Chorus]
Scars in m'n hart
Haal m'n stack, maar ik heb pain in me
Scars in m'n hart
Neem het moment dat ik nog leef voor lief
Scars in m'n hart
I don't know why, but they be hittin' me
Scars in m'n hart
Kunnen buigen, maar we breken niet

Mistah F.a.b. – Party Outside Lyrics (feat. Keak Da Sneak)

[Intro]
Straight Town shit mane, you know how we do it mane
Oakland, California baby, welcome to the Bay

League of Starz

Trend on the beat

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
Middle fingers up, f*ck a dress code (f*ck a dress code)
Security trippin' nigga let’s go (Let's go)
It's more crackin’ out here anyway
I'm bringin' back the parking lot pimpin' mane
If we can't get in the club, we'll party outside
If we can't get in the club, we'll party outside
If we can’t get in the club, we’ll party outside
And if the cops don't come, we’ll party all night

[Verse 1: Keak da Sneak]
Bitch mangler, Hillside strangler
For the sure shot, dice lot, young dangler
On the one when I drop it, middle finger up
No switch hittin' although mothaf*ckas changin' up
Mobbin' bangin’ up, not bouncin' out
Knowadamean, kn'what I'm sayin', know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Out here damn it, we ain't comin' in
Party outside, it's the more mean team and friends
The king and the [?], never hit the ratchet
But, when that thang bang, I never miss
Make it in a parking spot, pimpin' in a parking lot
Max turned up, burned up, boy kinda hot
The function don't start 'til we come through
And I ain't goin' in if all my niggas ain't gettin' through
Punk shit don't flower me
No searchin' a nigga and my youngins ain't got ID
[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
Middle fingers up, f*ck a dress code (f*ck a dress code)
Security trippin' nigga let's go (Let's go)
It's more crackin' out here anyway

I'm bringin' back the parking lot pimpin' mane
If we can't get in the club, we'll party outside
If we can't get in the club, we'll party outside
If we can't get in the club, we'll party outside
And if the cops don't come, we'll party all night

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
What you mean, bruh?
A nigga like me really can't get in the club? (For real?)
Trippin' like that on a hat, nigga, what? (Serious?)
Man, all this shit over a punk ass dub (Twenty dollars)
Security be actin' like a ho (You a ho)
You already know what I'ma do where I'ma go
Nigga f*ck that club, we'll party outside
DJ Fabby Davis, six 12s in my ride
On the pavement, it's me and my mens
Do the Caveman, that old Mac Dre dance
We've been out back with the groupies and the stars
We've been in the front with the thugs and the cars
Ain't been in the yard, but I f*cks with the mafia (Ayy)
In the parking lot, this shit poppin' bruh
In the parking lot, where it's sparking hot
My niggas still blow grapes, nigga dark or not
[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
Middle fingers up, f*ck a dress code (f*ck a dress code)
Security trippin' nigga let's go (Let's go)
It's more crackin' out here anyway
I'm bringin' back the parking lot pimpin' mane
If we can't get in the club, we'll party outside
If we can't get in the club, we'll party outside
If we can't get in the club, we'll party outside
And if the cops don't come, we'll party all night

Mistah F.a.b. – Marathon Lyrics (feat. Clyde Carson & E-40)

[Chris Tucker fom movie Friday]
Need some young meat
Mr. Parker ain't hittin' that right man

Your man ain't hittin' that right
Hit-hittin' that right, hit-hit-hittin' that right
Your man ain't hittin' that right
Hittin' that right, hit-hit-hittin' that right

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
I be runnin' that thing, Hussein
Kick the p*ssy walls down, Liu Kang
All-all balls deep like the hoop game
Stomp-stompin' in that p*ssy like a nuke man
Dick so dope, take it like meds
p*ssy so good, but I like head
Michael Johnson, relay
She keep my arm strong with a BJ
f*cked me in the booth no DJ
Make her sell that f*ckin' p*ssy on eBay
She-she think my dick on 'roids, Barry Bonds
'Cause she ain't never got f*cked like a marathon
Got her drunk of Patrón and that Pérignon
As soon as I nutted, told her "Carry on"
She in love, tryna marry a nigga
And if her man find out, he'll try to bury a nigga
[Chorus]
Your man ain't hittin' that right
Hit-hittin' that right, hit-hit-hittin' that right
Your man ain't hittin' that right
If you give me that p*ssy, I'll be in it all night
I'll run a marathon in that thing
I'll run a marathon in that thing
I'll run a marathon in that thing
I'll run a marathon in that thing

[Verse 2: Clyde Carson]
She said "I'm new to the game, bitch, where you been?" (Where you been?)
Legend in the Bay, ho, where you live? (Where you live?)
Nieman Marcus shoppin', bitch, where you spend? (You spend)
This Bentley Cooper's off the lot, ho, what you in? (What you in?)
Slap Parvati (Parvati), least go tens (Least go tens)
Hear me comin' up the block in my truck or my Benz (Truck or my Benz)
I'm turnin' up, just when you thought that you was gonna win
I burn up, light a Swisher Sweet up at the end
They say supersonic (Supersonic), Goose and tonic (Goose and tonic)
On me, cookies must be that super chronic (Super chronic)
Car'll got a nigga rich, super stuntin'

Got her eyes on my arm and she's super on it (Super on it)
Disrespectful trife (Trife), got her in your life (Life)
We take that bitch home, 'cause we out here for the night
Mind's gettin' lost when you blinded by the light (Light)
Hypnotize every time when I put on my ice
[Chorus]
Your man ain't hittin' that right
Hit-hittin' that right, hit-hit-hittin' that right
Your man ain't hittin' that right
If you give me that p*ssy, I'll be in it all night
I'll run a marathon in that thing
I'll run a marathon in that thing
I'll run a marathon in that thing
I'll run a marathon in that thing

[Verse 3: E-40]
Where you at, is paradise compared to where I'm at (Where I'm at)
In the thick of the trap, get your helmet pushed back (Pushed back)
If you're second, then you're last man, you lost (Lost)
Lay a bitch nigga down like a table cloth (Table cloth)
You can find me, up at Safeway at three in the morning, hella blitzed (Blitzed)
Aisle six, buyin' a box of condoms and some chips
Where you want to stay? The La Quinta or the Extended Stay (Extended stay)
From LA, but I met her up at Yoshi's in the Bay
[?] when I saw her
Mack game (Mack game), power (Power)
She was f*ckin' with a pimp, she knew I wasn't a simp
After a couple of sips (What'd she do?)
She started to vent (She said)
"My man ain't never here and he don't take me nowhere
And guess what? I ain't wearin' underwear"
I said "Hold that thought (Hold that thought), bookmark that (Bookmark that)"
Say no more (Say no more), bitch let's scat (Bitch let's scat)
Biatch!
[Chorus]
Your man ain't hittin' that right
Hit-hittin' that right, hit-hit-hittin' that right
Your man ain't hittin' that right
If you give me that p*ssy, I'll be in it all night
I'll run a marathon in that thing
I'll run a marathon in that thing
I'll run a marathon in that thing
I'll run a marathon in that thing

Mistah F.a.b. – Another B*tch Lyrics (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Mistah F.A.B. & Ty Dolla $ign]
Another bitch
Dolla $ign

[Pre-Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
I got me a bad bitch, yeah
She don’t deserve a nigga
She finer than a motherf*cker, mane …
She be gettin’ on my nerve, nigga
I told her be cool, she act like she ain’t heard a nigga
What you tryna be cruel?
Damn, what you wanna hurt a nigga?

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B. & Ty Dolla $ign]
I need me another bitch
I need another bitch
I need me another bitch
Aye, lil mama what it do?
I need me another bitch

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
Pump rock, pump rock on that other shit
Blow pop, lollipop on that sucka shit
You a bop, you a bop gon’ and suck a dick
I gain a hoe, then lose a hoe, then go get me another bitch
I slide through the function, all the hoes choose me
I leave up out the function with about a two-piece
I can pull up something wishin’, I can pull up in a loopty
And I still get that coochie from them groupies, they use me
They love a nigga, hug a nigga
Run up and they rub a nigga
Tell me that they miss me and they always thinkin’ bout the nigga
Give me kisses, give me kisses
I’ve been a fly guy, so I’ve always had bitched
But now I’m gettin’ money, yeah I’m stackin’ up my riches
And I keep a couple bands in my britches
And I don’t f*ck with you niggas, don’t f*ck with you bitches
And I’m done f*cking with punk bitches

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B. & Ty Dolla $ign]
I need me another bitch
I need another bitch
I need me another bitch

Aye, lil mama what it do?
I need me another bitch, yeah
I need another bitch
I need me another bitch
Aye, lil mama what it do?
I need me another bitch

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
I’m different, I’m different
Two chains on, yeah bitch, I’m acting pimpin’ (Pimpin’)
Hate it for a hoe bitch that didn’t listen
Since you didn’t’ listen, now hoe, we business
Get up out my business
Hey, what is this?
Don’t tell me how to do something if you ain’t did shit
Pretty hoes got the most issues
Garmin, why you all outta, you bitch you
f*ck, shit, damn, I know you wish that I miss you
No, I don’t, I’m not f*cking with you
Tap out, tap out, yep I quit you
Sharp nigga, not a mark nigga
Icebox, where was the heart, nigga?
Tryna play me, hoe, you crazy
Gone out with my brother, then had his baby

[Pre-Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
I got me a bad bitch, yeah
She don’t deserve a nigga
She finer than a motherf*cker, mane …
She be gettin’ on my nerve, nigga
I told her be cool, she act like she ain’t heard a nigga
What you tryna be cruel?
Damn, what you wanna hurt a nigga?

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B. & Ty Dolla $ign]
I need me another bitch
I need another bitch
I need me another bitch
Aye, lil mama what it do?
I need me another bitch

[Outro: Mistah F.A.B. & Ty Dolla $ign]
I need me another bitch in my life
Dolla $ign
I need me another bitch, another bitch in my life
f*ck you, you punk ass bitch

Mistah F.a.b. – In My City Lyrics (feat. Talib Kweli & Royce Da 5’9)

[Hook]
People die in, drive by in, people cry in, every day
In my city, in my city, in my city
People die in, drive by in, people cry in, every day
In my city, in my city, in my city

[Verse 1]
Look, they killing, they illing and ain't nobody chilling in here
Health care, Medicare, it's pretty rare
Welfare… hell yeah, that shit is here
Blank stairs… the children tears
Section 8, … them ghetto benefits
The schools are closing down
Schools closing down cause kids ain't really into it
Murders and assassins, cops known by aliases
City of the gods, niggas living like …
Oakland, Brooklyn, which one is the craziest
The shadiest, maybe it's cause the parents don't play with kids
Raised by the unraised…
Church say it's gonna get better one day
But hell, they only sing songs on Sunday
Cause Monday …to the gunplay
Living in the city of god, I guess we living like the song say
I guess we living like the song say

[Hook]
People die in, drive by in, people cry in, every day
In my city, in my city, in my city
People die in, drive by in, people cry in, every day
In my city, in my city, in my city
[Verse 2]
They hustle, they grind, and they… they struggle, they fighting
They muscle they weight to the top, no …no crying
They put the fire in the …
They writing, they focus, they know what they glowing they shining…

They ripping off your chain and tripping…
They throwing up flame, tipping and flipping and slanging
They claiming the blocks that don't owe a dime for them
They taking shots…so we writing for them
To make you stop for a second cause everyone heard
If I can give them a record …give one verse
…you can't make a prediction, the future's not written
Although I'm not a physician I try to stop and listen
It's like we got a condition

[Hook]
People die in, drive by in, people cry in, every day
In my city, in my city, in my city
People die in, drive by in, people cry in, every day
In my city, in my city, in my city

[Verse 3]
For you to call me a street nigga it's just an accusation
You're probably calculating…
Making money in the city I'm from, from grinding
Until they get us tired it's…
Our actions is affirmative, come get the affirmation
… not stopping until the whole block flooded like…
So they go out in the streets smart despite college
… niggas even … and go somewhere…
A bunch of slum dog millionaires…
[Hook]
People die in, drive by in, people cry in, every day
In my city, in my city, in my city
People die in, drive by in, people cry in, every day
In my city, in my city, in my city

Mistah F.a.b. – Lose Everything Lyrics

(chorus)
You can take the flowers and lay them on his tomb
I saw him rise up from the grave

(verse 1)
The love of this art music is why i dooz it
But sittin on your talent is the best way to lose it
The industry slept on me so long man i lost it
So now im on the grind until i get exhausted
And then some cuz with me it ain’t all about the income
Cuz when you do what you do thats when the real ins come
I was destined to rise when all else fails
I was heaven sent too bad i was born in this hell
But my backyard taught me how to rap hard
I was a star before i ever spit a rap bar
My goal was to let the world see the real me
Heartfelt even parapalegics could feel me
And im still me
Even after all the fame even after all the cars all the girls all the chains
Even after all the dirt that people put inside my name
No matter what still i remain

(chorus)
You can take a daimond and lock them in your room
You will lose everything you save
You can take the flowers and lay them on his tomb
I saw him rise up from the grave

(verse 2)
Last year was a tough one but it helped me a lot
Cuz in my life i had to get some growing up done
Became a better man life helped me understand
Har to trust anyone all family ain’t friends
And man am i growing i improve my flowing
Time fly fast man quicker thatn a boeing

My daughter was crawling now she rolling
My daughter is the only thing that keeps me going
Running laughing whod ever imagine
That i would strike joy from a little bit of passion
Man it can happen the reason why im gassing
The reason i ain’t drop but the people still askin
Never afraid to lose losing help you win
Losing like that fur coat when you aim to win
Losing like that lifeguard when you can’t swim man
Losing is that light when the light gets dim

(chorus)

From every loss i took man i looked at what i gained
For every rainy day soon the sun came
I overdosed on joy i forgot about the pain
My daughter is my daimond i forgot about my chain
I push a rap career and label please do me a favor
If you ain’t with me you against me in these moments i savor
Cuz man when i make it dont come asking for my paper
Continue being them haters and critics and namesayers?
I grew up a Warrior but i grew up a Raider!
Daddy was a pimp and my momma was a player
Granny told me every night boy say your prayers
Grandaddy told me watch out for them girls they wanna play us
Or how you mad as hell sick stressing at night
See i grew up man with these lessons of life
Like everything i am made me everything im is
And everything i want if i work one day i can get

(chorus)

Mistah F.a.b. – Yes Indeed Lyrics (feat. Fashawn & Lupe Fiasco)

[Verse 1: Fashawn]
With hopes of one day owning a yacht, drop an O on the block
Get low from the cops, y’all know I been hot
Since 1st Street, over 20 deep in the spot
See what the turf breeds, black sheep, bad seeds
I had steez, since the days of baggy jeans
Tall tees, oversized caps, that was me
Gradually, I get some clothes that fit
Guess I changed my style, let me see, that’s it
It was the G’s, the trips, overseas, the chicks
Stopped squeezing the pen and started deleting my friends
Foes, numbers out of my Blackberry Bold
Unplug the phone, I don’t want to be reached
In deep, close my eyes and let my pen dream
You couldn’t scribble a better scenery
As I paid my dues, some paid cash, I caught fire
They got gassed, I just laughed

[Hook]
The man on the bottom finally made it to the top
I’m just laughing at these haters ‘cause I know that they shocked
The underdog finally made it to the top
I’m just laughing at these haters ‘cause I know that they hot

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Opus of a ghetto boy, the realest
Snatch my strings from Geppetto’s ploys, plots, and schemes
Steadily intervene, to feel them ring
And a nigga ill, like Mr. Clean
From Philly to Philistine
If you feel it, feel esteemed
I’m a delicate, intricate, full of green
Decorated soldier, militant since a teen
Roll like the heads of kings from guillotines
Where boys from the hood and girls from [?]
The company I keep keep me comfortably in team
In tune with the times that we currently [?]
Both sides of the story, I’m reporting from between
Yes, and this pursuit is the proof
And representative of my Midwest roots

Coming home to roost with a great big bowl of the soul’s chicken noodle soup
You can call me Lupe, I keep you in the loop (ayy)
Keep you in the news, to keep you out the noose
Mister Fabby Davis, your mama has arrived
Salutations to The Bay, Mac Dre is alive

[Hook]
The man on the bottom finally made it to the top
I’m just laughing at these haters ‘cause I know that they shocked
The underdog finally made it to the top
I’m just laughing at these haters ‘cause I know that they hot

[Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B.]
Hey look I started from the bottom now I’m here
Hey but I really started in the rear
In the back like where them crackers wanted Rosa to sit
But out the park I arose from the bench
I’m the phoenix, I arose from the pit
And my clothes didn’t fit, and my shows wasn’t thick, and my flows didn’t spit
I was rambling words, not making any sense
I was stuck on the curb with a pocket full of lint
But mama look at me now, little Stan is the man
And people go out they way to take pictures and shake my hand
I could run for mayor and possibly even win
Liberty is a little me with your gram
Smile mama, smile mama, you can rest in peace
Just wanted to make you happy, now mama just look at me
I’m doing songs with Lupe, oh it’s a new day
Remember me, Clyde Carson, and Balance was the new Bay?
Road trips with Gary Archer, arguing with D-Ray
Now it’s million dollar deals, my lawyer closing on a threeway
Mama, remember we used to hit the Warriors game?
Now they won it all and I was sitting by LeBron James
Lebron James, Lebron James
Front row Fabby

Mistah F.a.b. – Disrespectful Lyrics (feat. Too $hort, Devin The Dude & Erk Tha Jerk)

[Intro]
Umm hI how you doing miss
Why you doing this
No disrespecting I need sexing can I screw your lips
Oh, too disrespectful for y’all
Way you got ma jaw breaker tryna break up yo jaw
Uh, you want yo lips on it go on spit on it
Don’t be shy, whaa go kiss on it

[Verse 1]
Wanna sit on it girl get on it
Girl you got my dick so hard right in this moment
Your camel toe reminding me that it’s hump day
HI Ms. Parker you should let me f*ck one day
One day or we could get ratchet on a Sunday
After church lift yo skirt
What you doing let them demons out
I ain’t even stuck it in you great what you screaming bout
Please pretty sugar on top suck the semen out
Let it drip like the water in apartment three
OG bitch I think I met her at apartment C

[Hook]
Hey pretty lady where you going
What you doing
I was hoping that i, that I
Could shove this dick in you
I don’t mean to offend you I'm sorry but
Hey pretty lady where you going
What you doing
I was hoping that i, that I
Could shove this dick in you
I don’t mean to be disrespectful
[Verse 2]
Hey pretty lady
Hey sexy mama
You care for some dick without the extra drama
I'm available just say you will leave the club with me
We grown, f*ck how them haters feel
I can look in your eyes and tell that you freaky too
Like just imagine things that we can do
Me and you getting down and dirty
You know my mind is muddy
f*cking all over the room
Leaving the blinders nutty
Shoving this thing in you
You like it don’t you

Make you feel good with the pleasurable pain
Oh, you turn around a lick the head of my thing
It feel oh so good, girl do it again
Hold up where you going, I'm just imagining

[Hook]
Hey pretty lady where you going
What you doing
I was hoping that i, that I
Could shove this dick in you

I don’t mean to offend you I'm sorry but
Hey pretty lady where you going
What you doing
I was hoping that i, that I
Could shove this dick in you
I don’t mean to be disrespectful
[Verse 3]
Treat that p*ssy like a tangerine
Beat that p*ssy like a tambourine
You look like you out a magazine
Show you everything you haven’t seen
I know they put you on a pedal stool girl
But when you sick a them niggas I be your medicine girl
I be your nyquil Et cetera and Et cetera girl
I know you wanna slide I'm several steps ahead a you girl
You ain’t got no man looking as good as you are
You ever got bent over on the hood of your car
I don’t mean to come at you foul but I f*ck with your style
And I'm in love with your smile
So much so I was wondering if I could cum in yo mouth
I'm sorry come to your house
I meant to say bring you flowers
I'm so hooked on it girl I could f*ck you for hours
Shit you might get me evicted if you scream any louder

[Hook]
Hey pretty lady where you going
What you doing
I was hoping that i, that I
Could shove this dick in you
I don’t mean to offend you I'm sorry but
Hey pretty lady where you going
What you doing
I was hoping that i, that I
Could shove this dick in you
I don’t mean to be disrespectful
Bitch!
But you look so good to me
Uh baby
You looking good girl
Nigga just tryna holla at you, damn
I already know what your favorite flavour is
It’s my mother f*cking dick bitch
Where you going girl damn
Pulled my motherf*cking dick out
And suck my shit for two minutes and then leave
Get yo ass back in here baby a nigga rock mother f*cking hard
Tryna cum in yo face bitch
That’s what I'm talking bout there you go
Suck that mother f*cking dick
Knew you wasn’t going nowhere
Freaky bitch (yeah)

Mistah F.a.b. – Commin’ Down Lyrics (feat. Bun B, Slim Thug, Paul Wall & Z-Ro)

[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
Dig these blues homie
Damn right I’m on 22’s homie
The bass hitting so hard 11 times a week I gotta replace the fuse homie
It’s a jungle inside my ride
Alligator skin is like everywhere
Me allergic to regular weed
So if it ain’t kush homie don’t put it in the air
Yeah I’m riding round and I’m getting it
Baby ain’t got no time to be hitting it
And you know the limousine tint mean
Mind yo mother f*cking business
That candy paint so black look like a licorice stick
He outside of a Bentley in his house shoes
What type of nigga is this
The type that will put swangas on a
Caravan yes I am that man
With my name on the grill
And ma name on all the swangas
Too straight like that man
My arms strong as a motherf*cker
From lifting lambo doors
Homie you know you balling when you start buying cars to match yo clothes
Got a stash box for that good grass
Got a stash box for that work too
Got my styrofoam filled to the brim my nigga
If you make me spill it ima hurt you
Screwed up click until I can’t say it no more
And I know the DJ gon play this until he can’t play it no more

[Hook: Mistah F.A.B.]
Coming down making noise
Candy paint on all my toys
Gripping wood sipping good
What you know about it boy
What you know about it boy
Uh!
What you know about it boy
Coming down making noise
Candy paint on all ma toys
Gripping wood sipping good
What you know about it boy
What you know about it boy
Uh!
What you know about it boy

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
Ay let me ride!
Still riding down the block can’t speed through
Going two miles per hour making sure they see you
Trued up and I’m louied up that screw stuff in my new cup
My top down and my music loud
And I only listen to Too $hort, Pimp C and Bun B
Cause them all of my OGs
Ball so hard this shit crazy
You can call me Kobe
Pimp so hard your bitch pay me
She must have thought that I was Goldie
I’m skating on ice like a goalie
And I when I’m coming down I’m touching the whole street

[Verse 3: Paul Wall]
I’m coming down like a sales price on them 4’s
Lights on, trunk open, subs all 0’s
Searching for that dough, eyes open for that paper
Candy apple over silver holding like a staker
Vogue tires only anything else is blasphemy
Breaking boys off add em to my list of casualties
Vape and wax slabs in the slab with that Mistah F.A.B
Paul Wall baby, paint dripping like a dab

[Hook: Mistah F.A.B.]
Coming down making noise

Candy paint on all ma toys
Gripping wood sipping good
What you know about it boy
What you know about it boy
Uh!
What you know about it boy
Coming down making noise
Candy paint on all ma toys
Gripping wood sipping good
What you know about it boy
What you know about it boy
Uh!
What you know about it boy

[Verse 4: Slim Thug]
What you know bout Texas
And how them boys be flexin
Right next to them Mexicans
They big bankroll checkin
Repping for ma city so all my cars pretty
And all my broads pretty I got some up in yo city
They go dumb up on my dick everytime I touch down
By the way I got a package, it just touched down
We smoking bay here where I stay
Gone off that home grown
I stay smoking like Cheech and Chong
Trippy stick got a nigga blown
Bad bitch rolling with me must ain’t got no panties on
Or her ass so fat I can’t see the thong
Bay chick got me sprung send me hella drank
I fell in love when she gave me the plug on [?]
I can’t leave her I need her I treat her
Like she a queen gotta keep baby on team
Gotta keep making this green
Killing boys in them lows
f*ck it, I’m a ghost rider, slab then walk next to my 4s

[Hook: Mistah F.A.B.]
Coming down making noise
Candy paint on all ma toys
Gripping wood sipping good
What you know about it boy
What you know about it boy
Uh!
What you know about it boy
Coming down making noise
Candy paint on all ma toys
Gripping wood sipping good
What you know about it boy
What you know about it boy
Uh!
What you know about it boy

[Verse 5: Bun B]
Trill OG, Bun B straight up out that T-E-X
On that southern swag
So you know you gots to see me next
Candy paint and all that smoking on a ball bat
Riding in the saddle boy but I don’t wear no tall hat
New era’s the snapbacks
Not them ten gallons
And I don’t ride on a horse
But I might come through with a stallion
That denim with no chaps
Just gangsta ass raps
With my nephew Mistab FABBY
You know all we make is slaps
Gimme dap, make it good mayne, when I’m in yo hood mayne
Riding in that Cadillac and gripping on that wood grain
Make it understood, plain and simple if you slow
And if you come from the ghetto playa you already know
Keep it G from head to toe
If I’m lying may he strike me
And if you didn’t hate me maybe you could do it like me
Its UGK for life, I’m riding for that Chad
So when you see a playa shining
Show him love he acting bad
Hold up

Mistah F.a.b. – So Much Pearl In Here Lyrics (feat. Too Short)

[Intro: Mistah F.A.B.]
Whoa
League of Starz
Damn
Stepped up in this thing
Dnyc3 has signed on
So much p*ssy in this thing

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
Hey bruh, it’s so much pearl in here
Call little bruh and tell him that his girl’s in here
I’m tryin’ to pearl somethin’, I’m tryin’ to poke
My cuddie need a ‘wood, who got one, he tryin’ to smoke
I’m saucy as dressin’, I’m drivin’ and textin’
All on Instagram, Straight flexin’
Where your bitch at? I’m tryin’ to stretch it
And after I f*ck, I ain’t stressin’
Tonight, I’m a dyke, I’m on everything movin’
Hut one, hut-hike, audible, let’s do it
Cock hound, boy I’m on p*ssy
Got a bottle, got a pill, got Cookies
And Fabby is sober
But if I give it to this bitch, it’s over
She gonna let me pearl
And I’m gonna f*ck your girl

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
Bruh, where you at? It’s lit
On momma nigga, this thing thick
Man, I heard them suckas up there
I’m serious nigga, it’s so much p*ssy in here
On mommas, it’s so much p*ssy in here
My god, it’s so much p*ssy in here
Oh wow, it’s so much p*ssy in here
Where you at, where you at?
I’m flyin’ up there

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
Everywhere I go, I see bad ones
Had about seven, you ain’t had none
You said, “Give me one playa”
Might be stingy, but I ain’t no hater (Biatch)
You act like you don’t know
A real pimp’d get his own ho
You wanna have long dough?
Listen to a pro, I know
I’m never home, even though I live in a nice house
I spend a lot of nights out
I let the sexy ones hang
A long time ago I perfected my game
If I want the bitch you’ll never get her

You thought she only f*cked with square niggas
I told her my name was Todd
She fell in love with a pimp and said, “Oh my God”

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
Bruh, where you at? It’s lit
On momma nigga, this thing thick
Man, I heard them suckas up there
I’m serious nigga, it’s so much p*ssy in here
On mommas, it’s so much p*ssy in here
My god, it’s so much p*ssy in here
Oh wow, it’s so much p*ssy in here
Where you at, where you at?
I’m flyin’ up there

[Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B.]
Hey, hey what it look like up there?
Heard that thing movin’, if it is, I’m there
Let me hop in the shower, hop out, throw on some baby powder
Throw on my True Religions I’ll be there in ’bout an hour
Get a table in the middle, so I can see everything
And tell the owner, “We ain’t goin’ in without a thing”
Little momma, she peepin’, I see she jockin’
She freakin’ and poppin’ she lookin’ now she watchin’
Like damn, damn, she so thick
Got me in the club with a hard ass dick
Hell no, um, yeah
Feelin’ on her pearl, got her p*ssy so wet
Like wow, she out here tryin’ to function
Asked her “What she doin’ later?”, she was like “Nothin”
Take down my line, hit my phone
And I’m gonna take you home

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
Bruh, where you at? It’s lit
On momma nigga, this thing thick
Man, I heard them suckas up there
I’m serious nigga, it’s so much p*ssy in here
On mommas, it’s so much p*ssy in here
My god, it’s so much p*ssy in here
Oh wow, it’s so much p*ssy in here
Where you at, where you at?
I’m flyin’ up there

Mistah F.a.b. – Black Hollywood Lyrics (feat. Too $hort, Snoop Dogg & Bobby V)

[Hook: Bobby Valentino]
It’s Black Hollywood!
Where the stars are bright
We all get money, everything’s alright
It’s Black Hollywood!
Where we party all night
Big city, bring dreams, doing big things
Ain’t no place like, Hollywood!
We gettin’ money
It’s Black Hollywood!
Every night’s a party
It’s Black Hollywood!
If you don’t believe me
Come and take a ride with me

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
It’s for the bosses and ballers
My pallers and homies
It’s V.I.P.’s and invites only
Hollywood, Hollywood, Black Hollywood
We ain’t trippin’ on nothing boy, it’s all good
I’m only in town for the night
It’s the party of your life, red carpet, strobe lights
You ain’t here
You a square
Short tail dress, she should holler at a player
Shoes on, have a drink with me, put your hands up
This for grown folks; Pull your pants up!
You see the models and actors?
The fixtures and factors?
The singers and rappers, they looking classy and dapper
I look good! Smell good at the same time
Valet bring my car, “Oh no that ain’t mine!”
Mine is the masi with the red guts
Pull up playing 2Pac, baby keep your head up

[Hook:]
It’s Black Hollywood!
Where the stars are bright
We all get money, everything’s alright
It’s Black Hollywood!
Where we party all night
Big city, bring dreams, doing big things
In your face like, Hollywood!
We gettin’ money
It’s Black Hollywood!
Every night’s a party
It’s Black Hollywood!
If you don’t believe me
Come and take a ride with me

[Verse 2: Too Short]
I got a car full, we in the 4-door
Police trippin’, but I don’t ever go slow
On my way out, on my way in
Smokin’ weed and im speedin’ in a grey Benz
And we smoke big – in the club too
Everywhere we go, we burn a bud or two
I see the ball players and the R & B singers

To make it here, you know you gotta be your tremendous
Yeah they be happy when they see me
Your whole life’s on reality TV
And everything’s free, what it do, G?
You a big time producer making movies?
Behind the scenes, I get the picture
You hanging out with movie stars and directors
Just seen Snoopy Dog and Mistah F.A.B
Bobby V, tell’em where we at!

[Hook]
It’s Black Hollywood!
Where the stars are bright
We all get money, everything’s alright
It’s Black Hollywood!
Where we party all night
Big city, bring dreams, doing big things
Ain’t no place like, Hollywood!
We gettin’ money
It’s Black Hollywood!
Every night’s a party
It’s Black Hollywood!
If you don’t believe me
Come and take a ride with me

[Verse 3: Snoop Dog]
Take a picture, you can frame one
I’mma hit you with the game gun
Denzel, Will Smith, and Halle Berry
Add Snoop Dog, that’s legendary
Big cars, nice homes
Weed and rolls, designer clothes
Blue carpet, that’s how it’s laid out
You see my life is a movie
So gone and play it out
I can teach you, greet you, will seat
Do what I tell you and I will put in my sequel
We can walk down Sunset Boulevard
Walk the sidewalks and hang with the stars
Liar, liar, pants on fire
I want my star to be next to Richard Pryor’s (Yeah)
Because I’m the people’s champ, and
Black Hollywood, that’s where I’m at

[Hook]
It’s Black Hollywood!
Where the stars are bright
We all get money, everything’s alright
It’s Black Hollywood!
Where we party all night
Big city, bring dreams, doing big things
Ain’t no place like, Hollywood!
We gettin’ money
It’s Black Hollywood!
Every night’s a party
It’s Black Hollywood!
If you don’t believe me
Come and take a ride with me

Mistah F.a.b. – Finna Do Lyrics (feat. Iamsu! & Idaho J Doe)

[Intro]
Man I can’t stand a finna nigga man
[?]
Know what I’m talking bout
I don’t even worry about what you doing now man
Don’t be one of em niggas talking bout I’m finna
I’m finna finna finna finna
f*ck all that nigga
f*ck all that nigga

[Hook]
The money talk louder than these niggas do
I just spend a couple bands on my tennis shoes
The candy paint wetter than a swimming pool
What you doing now nigga f*ck what you finna do
What you doing now f*ck what you finna do
What you doing now f*ck what you finna do
What you doing now f*ck what you finna do
The money the money
The money talk louder than these niggas do

[Verse 1]
Stop all that talking what your figures do
Got your bitch butt naked in ma living room
p*ssy soaking wet like a swimming pool
Asking hella questions no interview
I ain’t tryna talk bitch I’m tryna f*ck
Face down ass up finger in her butt
I’d give you a bitch before I give you what’s in my cup
Broke niggas shut up rich niggas what’s up
I got bandz on top of bandz on top of bandz for real
Twenty thousand my grill, house up in the hill
Got a bad bitch no panties on MaseratI on wheels
She sucking dick and I’m f*cking rich
And I’m worth about four mill
Independent but I’m living major
What you doing now f*ck later mI middle finger up to you hater
Cause now I’m handing bandz like the [?] the lakers

[Hook]
The money talk louder than these niggas do
I just spend a couple bands on my tennis shoes
The candy paint wetter than a swimming pool
What you doing now nigga f*ck what you finna do
What you doing now f*ck what you finna do (nigga)
What you doing now f*ck what you finna do (man)
What you doing now f*ck what you finna do
The money the money
The money talk louder than these niggas do

[Verse 2]
Can’t face it we don’t like you
Hot boy I’m ignited
Had to switch my flow up cause these old niggas be biting
I’m turnt up right now, so twenty plus right now
Drink all in my cup right now
We go live it up right now
Hunnid bandz two days I’m really from where I say
Them bloody men gotta understand

Do the running man for that cake
Told ma boys whip that drink down just smoke one to the face
Lil bitch I’m paid in full ain’t no ricos just ace
Oh yeah, and if you ain’t really bout it we go find out
Tell that bitch it’s game time ain’t no time out
All you internet boys better sign out
And tell your engineer go and take them lines out yeah
Killer three coming and that label strong
Every feature that I do I’m going ape shit on
Yeah, short temper but ma paper long
Bitch I’m a fixer in this game but you won’t stay for long no

[Hook]
The money talk louder than these niggas do
I just spend a couple bands on my tennis shoes
The candy paint wetter than a swimming pool
What you doing now nigga f*ck what you finna do
What you doing now f*ck what you finna do (nigga)
What you doing now f*ck what you finna do (man)
What you doing now f*ck what you finna do
The money the money
The money talk louder than these niggas do

[?]
I been that nigga
First one to put twenty fives on a [?]
Caddie man riding with my friends man
That bitch that you f*cking I be [?]
[?] big as [?] trap trap
Buy ma momma’s house and I [?]
On forty fifties marking on ma ten toes
[?]
Them boys gonna treat me like I’m spike lee
[?] bitch I might be
They say I’ll never bounce back from being [?]
Look at these diamonds in my mouth I’m still icy

[Hook]
The money talk louder than these niggas do
(show me the money)
I just spend a couple bands on my tennis shoes
The candy paint wetter than a swimming pool
What you doing now nigga f*ck what you finna do
What you doing now f*ck what you finna do (nigga)
What you doing now f*ck what you finna do (man)
What you doing now f*ck what you finna do
The money the money
The money talk louder than these niggas do

[Outro]
Yeah nigga real niggas out here playing with bandz nigga
While you niggas playing with your bitch [?] kicking and kicking it eating shit
Nigga we cheat [?] racks out here. Yeah nigga I don’t want no friends nigga
I just want bands man, where the money at nigga

Mistah F.a.b. – Idkw2d Lyrics (feat. 2 Chainz)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
I’m holding it down for my dog
Mistah Fab, you feel me?
2 Chainz!

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
Off that Dirty Sprite 2, got me feeling like I’m Future
Got the Bay with me, got the A with me, nigga play with me, gon’ shot ya
Real rich nigga but I still shop with the boosters
Riding ‘round the city in that rari and that rooster
Yeah I pull up in front of the party
Whipping that brand new Masi
Mama told me I was special, I’m gon’ be somebody
Ten chains on, got me feeling like I’m Boosie
Trapping like a fool, man free that nigga Gucci
Sunday we in Harlem, Shahbaz know a nigga balling
Bottle after bottle after done turned me to a bottle-holic
Fly to the A on Monday just to f*ck around at Magic City
DJ Esco, nigga let’s go, hit Holliday ‘cause he coming with me
We in beast mode, in beast mode, and everywhere we go we rep ice city
Rest in peace to homie Bankroll, one love to my nigga Tity
When you see a nigga throw up the deuce
I got so much money, don’t know what to do

[Hook: Mistah F.A.B.]
I might hit the jewelry store, put gold all on my body
Hop up out the car lot and buy myself a Masi
Every day my birthday, I throw myself a party
Pull up to the strip club and sponsor me somebody
I got so much money, I don’t know what to do with it
Don’t know what to do with it, don’t know what to do with it
I got so much money, I don’t know what to do with it
Don’t know what to do with it, don’t know what to do with it

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Yeah I been pimpin’ since pimpin’ been pimpin’
I’m ‘bout three W’s, I’m wit’ it, wit’ it, wit’ it
Man in my city, bands I got plenty
Saying you can f*ck with me, oh really, really, really?
Yeah I got my Rolex on, got your girl blowing strong
Run up on her like, “Um boo let me borrow your tongue”
Styrofoam matching the Yves Saint Laurent

Got a short temper but my paper long
Take her home, take her phone, put that shit on silent
Beat that p*ssy up, when I nut I stop the violence
I’m on autopilot, my auto need a pilot
Car super tall, the motherf*cker need a sidekick
And I’m gon’ get money, I don’t need a f*cking sidekick
I just left the Polo store, Polo on my outfit
Polo on my socks, Polo on my drawers
If I’m laying on your ho, then that Polo on your broad
Tell ‘em!

[Hook: Mistah F.A.B.]
I might hit the jewelry store, put gold all on my body
Hop up out the car lot and buy myself a Masi
Every day my birthday, I throw myself a party
Pull up to the strip club and sponsor me somebody
I got so much money, I don’t know what to do with it
Don’t know what to do with it, don’t know what to do with it
I got so much money, I don’t know what to do with it
Don’t know what to do with it, don’t know what to do with it

[Bridge: Mistah F.A.B.]
Catch my flex
That mean take a picture of these diamonds
Catch my flex
That mean take a picture while I’m flexing
Catch my flex, ooh
Catch my flex, ooh
Catch my flex
That mean take a picture while I’m shining
Catch my flex
That mean take a picture of these diamonds
Catch my flex
That mean take a picture while I’m flexing
I’m flexing, I’m flexing, I’m flexing, I’m flexing

[Hook: Mistah F.A.B.]
I might hit the jewelry store, put gold all on my body
Hop up out the car lot and buy myself a Masi
Every day my birthday, I throw myself a party
Pull up to the strip club and sponsor me somebody
I got so much money, I don’t know what to do with it
Don’t know what to do with it, don’t know what to do with it
I got so much money, I don’t know what to do with it
Don’t know what to do with it, don’t know what to do with it

Mistah F.a.b. – Memory Lane Lyrics (feat. Dyson)

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Just wanted to buy mamma a new house
Looking out ma project windows wanting to move out
Dreaming, wishing consuming watching hoping
One of these labels could hear these raps from ma room
And pressures of balling just from being broke
See them boys on the corner here man they dealing dope
They kids was dope, they cars was dope they girls was dope
But me and mamma was broke
Coke bundles was tempting more fond with the pimping
Both of them consistent destroying destroying ma district
Overwhelmed by the devil taunt
Seen several young sell dope just to carry on
On the corner bragging bout perrion (check)
While they passing bottles
Hood rats with hair done they could pass for models
Man I’m stuck just tryna slide pass the [?]
This the only life that I know (I know I know)

[Hook]
All I know (I know)
Even if you hustling, you struggling
Doing what you can just to come up with rent
All I know (I know)
Driving down memory lane
Causing pain
All ma friends are in jail or slain
[Verse 2]
Uh, I pray to hustler’s religion
Change God’s word make me feel better about living
Examples, saying God created dope
And I’m thugging on the block man
Cause heaven got a ghetto (in town)
Luxury are being [?] free
Atheist block is shot he yell G.O.D
Hardships are pass time karma flips
Payback from pass crimes life’s a bitch
Hella last time it’s go be the last time
Should’ve been the last time last time

We go cry later but for now it’s the last time
On highway five with five in the pathfinder
Hoping we don’t get pulled over by highway
And they could discover a fat fine
Cause man what’s in the side door of this pathfinder
Could get a nigga twenty five in the pen
No half-time

[Hook]
All I know (I know)
Even if you hustling, you struggling
Doing what you can just to come up with rent
All I know (I know)
Driving down memory lane
Causing pain
All ma friends are in jail or slain
[Verse 3]
He couldn’t hit your bottle man when you was alive
But you pour liquor out on the day that he died
[?] but friends like these
Make a nigga say why I need enemies
The junkies like the house and the tree
I am legend at night time that never sleep
Nocturnal, the block colonels hot fernos
And corporal tunnel man from counting these n’s
You could text a bitch all day that bible word for words
But can’t write should focus on the pen
Priorities bad morality lost these niggas is fake
Their reality false I’m persecuted like the son of Judas
What I do to do this? I’m suffering for my father’s sins
Ma mother in heaven ma brother in the pen
I hope God let my father in

[Hook]
All I know (I know)
Even if you hustling, you struggling
Doing what you can just to come up with rent
All I know (I know)
Driving down memory lane
Causing pain
All ma friends are in jail or slain
Yeahhh!!!
Ohhh ohh ohhh
Ohhh ohh ohhh

Mistah F.a.b. – The Chill Lyrics (feat. Currensy Spitta & ScHoolboy Q)

[Intro: Mistah F.A.B.]
My life’s a movie baby
So groovy baby

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B]
Fly mackin’, try stackin’ if your paper’s short
Heard I got his bitch, damn, that’s what he hatin’ for?
Tell it to the judge cuz, ‘cause I ain’t the one to take to court
Feeling like I’m Luke Skywalker, can you feel the force?
Chill, with the guys
She ain’t feeling your style, when she lovin’ my vibe
So please don’t kill my vibe
Hat down low, can’t see my eyes
All black tint on that Maserati, can’t see through my ride
I advise, stay under, ‘cause when you over it’ll be over
Cut your grass when you deal with snakes or walk with the cobras
Watch your glass when you drink with fakes or like me just be sober
Ain’t no luck from no clover, ain’t no heaven for no soldier
Boy I told you I was raised by the tricks and jawns, pimps and cons
Born and raised in Oakland, several miles man from [?]
Ooh, man this shit we on, get blown to oblivion
Marvin Gaye with your bae, let’s chill and get it on

[Hook]
What you doin’?
Ah man, I’m just chillin’
Lounging in the ghetto and in project buildings
Happy with a 100 thousand if I never make a million
Ask me what I’m doing and I tell you
Man, I’m just chillin’
The chill, the the, the chill
Pay attention, learn the secrets of the chill
The chill, the chill, the the, the chill
Live life, be happy, be honest, keep it real
The chill

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Smelling like money in my cousin’s stinkin’ Lincoln
Thinking ‘bout copping the crib right next to his shit
California visiting, New Orleans living in sin
Though I’m blessed, you see the lord keeps sending
Gifts, every day we eat, thanksgiving shit
Fit for a king, everything I get
Top notch broad if I ever hit
Baby girl I could build you into a business
I been here, ride to some of this realest shit

Flow deadly, sometimes I had to conceal my shit
Batteries high, charged up, I can feel it
With one switch we leaning on three wheels quick
Asking if you’ll see me again, you will if
You keep the lights hot and the bibles chillin’
If one don’t, another chick will listen
I school her how to get rich, and you we double sick
Ill, bitch

[Hook]
What you doin’?
Ah man, I’m just chillin’
Lounging in the ghetto and in project buildings
Happy with a 100 thousand if I never make a million
Ask me what I’m doing and I tell you
Man, I’m just chillin’
The chill, the the, the chill
Pay attention, learn the secrets of the chill
The chill, the chill, the the, the chill
Live life, be happy, be honest, keep it real

[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
Let’s chill, who colder?
Twisting dope, that stank odor
Stripes in these streets, flipping quotas
Tell Spitta bring the doja, tell F.A.B. bring the bitches
Young Q got the Guinness, if you thirsty then it’s crickets
Diamonds flashing, they see us
Lamborghini’s passing Kia’s
Looking like you need to re-up
And that bitch she ain’t a keeper
If I want it I buy it
Hot on these records, tonight I’m changing climates
We coolin’
Bumping gangsta shit to keep us grooving
Make some music
I get your bitch in Jacuzzi
Yeah, see it ain’t nothing like some ass
No Uber, she gets a cab
Won’t love her, we lets her pass

[Hook]
What you doin’?
Ah man, I’m just chillin’
Lounging in the ghetto and in project buildings
Happy with a 100 thousand if I never make a million
Ask me what I’m doing and I tell you
Man, I’m just chillin’
The chill, the the, the chill
Pay attention, learn the secrets of the chill
The chill, the chill, the the, the chill
Live life, be happy, be honest, keep it real

Mistah F.a.b. – Survive Lyrics (feat. Kendrick Lamar, Crooked I & Kobe Honeycutt)

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
Life in the city, life in the city
Oakland, California, Compton, California
But we survive
Only the strongest survive
Life, life in the city
In the city and nigga's tryna survive
Only the strongest survive

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
You ever been a victim of being a prisoner inside your own mind?
The bright lights of the street lights will make you go blind
Handicap your senses, you was just an apprentice of watching niggas jump fences
Now you in the Olympics and your hurdle was high enough to clear the tallest of clothes lines
Talented when they closing in on your behind
Life of a young delinquent, even stole him a Lincoln
At fifteen, middle fingers walked out the precinct
I mean the cycle just continue
The vital information and fine print on the menu
So you'll never read it even if a nigga lend you
Money out my own pocket, to make it right
You'll still attend to
Be on them corners with stop signs and a nine
Cause nine times out of ten, MAC 11's cry
And twelve died yesterday and if anyone divides
The six that carried you eventually lose they lives
True story
[Hook: Kobe Honeycutt]
When the night falls anything can happen
We just pray we make it out alive
We all wanna make it to the top one day
Success is a street only going one way
But we all won't make it
Just try your best to survive

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B]
(You all wanna see a dead body?)
Well, follow me across the train tracks
Where angry and insane Blacks
They slang crack
Candles burn where they were slain at
And bottles get poured where they would hang at
Close, I give you truth in this essence
Dead homies added to swears when truth is in question
Like "Man I think he lying or he put that on someone"
If I known you ten years, got the right to say we cousins
I'm from the city of broken homes, and often I was home alone

And momma started smoking cause daddy was scared to smoke alone
Section 8 policies, Top Ramen and sunflower seeds
June got kill't cause he ain't wanna lose his Wallaby's
Constant atrocities, no one is safe
There's no religion that can save you, say goodbye to your faith
Whether you Muslim or a Christian, Baptist, Jewish or Adventist, Atheist or non-religious
Put survival on your wishlist
Cuz
[Hook: Kobe Honeycutt]
When the night falls anything can happen
We just pray we make it out alive
We all wanna make it to the top one day
Success is a street only going one way
But we all won't make it
Just try your best to survive

[Verse 3: KXNG CROOKED]
You walked in the apartment and saw your father on the carpet
With a belt wrapped around his arm and a scarf under his armpit
And a needle shoved in his bicep
Earlier this morning you warned him
His addict habits are something you couldn't digest
You cry saying "I just don't wanna see you die"
Now you tryna dissect the fact that he hasn't opened his eyes yet
You collapsed on his body and you started thinking
I could perform CPR, jump start his heart if it's beating
But his pulse started to weaken
His cardio region depleting as you given him part of your breathing
He dead and gone and you had a bad feeling when you was heading home
Now it's etched in stone, you've been left alone
So you grabbed his chrome gun, handle all pearl, aw nah girl
Put it to your head, thinking, f*ck everybody like a call girl in a small world
Then pulled back but it didn't clap
Damn
[Hook: Kobe Honeycutt]
When the night falls anything can happen
We just pray we make it out alive
We all wanna make it to the top one day
Success is a street only going one way
But we all won't make it
Just try your best to survive

Mistah F.a.b. – All Around The World Lyrics (feat. Keyshia Cole & Silk-E)

[Verse 1: Mistah FAB]
Pray for Paris, what they tell us, while Nigeria burn
Schools bombed overseas, where kids in Syria learn
Islamic leaders being attacked for political reasons
US spies kidnapped and found guilty of treason
Missles getting tested, America getting ready for war
Meanwhile children in the ghetto gotta sleep on the floor
Cause rival gangs shooting guns with no aim at all
Police be racial profiling, tryna blame us all
And with Obama out of office, ain’t no hope for the blacks
2016, can you still believe they smoking on crack?
Bigger than rap, let’s just take a second to focus on facts
50% of minorities in jail and most of ’em black
Black lives matter, yeah right, that’s just a hoax and an act
Rest in peace to the Jack, hate I had to say that
Thought it was just in my city ’til I cut on the news
It’s happening all around the world, Keyshia tell ’em the truth

[Hook: Keyshia Cole]
Children dying, mother’s crying, no one cares, oh it isn’t fair
I thought it was just in my hood but I cut on the news
Everybody’s hiding, everybody’s crying
This world war, it ain’t just in my hood

[Verse 2: Mistah FAB]
Oh so you can’t see? What, you got on a blindfold?
Too busy in your Benz tryna dodge them potholes
Don’t know what’s going on in the streets of Chicago
Lil boy killed in an alley, reason why? Only God knows
Young boys high, putting coke in their nostrils
It’s a race of babies that hate the ladies
Must have thought it was a lie when you heard it in Pac’s song
His mama strung out and you know that his pops gone
The preacher can’t reach ’em, he ain’t hearing the gospel
Future on his iPhone, this shit is colossal

Christians lost acting like they really know where Christ is
World War 3 coming soon with ISIS
Shoe boxes full of letters, all my homies is lifers
Not just in my hood, from San Quentin to Rikers
Thought it was just in my city ’til I cut on the news
It’s happening all around the world, Keyshia tell ’em the truth

[Hook: Keyshia Cole]
Children dying, mother’s crying, no one cares, oh it isn’t fair
I thought it was just in my hood but I cut on the news
Everybody’s hiding, everybody’s crying
This world war, it ain’t just in my hood

[Verse 3: Mistah FAB]
Black America wake up, we was asleep for too long
Got me feeling like Marvin Gaye, what’s going on?
Treyvon down in Florida, to Mike in Ferguson
The next Malcolm or Martin, look, they probably done murdered them
Church shooters get arrested and brought in like company
Oscar shot in his back and Sandra died in custody
KKK get exposed, all members of congress
Russia blame terrorism on known jihadists
While all these rappers argue ’bout who is the hottest
I’m tryna teach my daughter, she’s an African goddess
The Real Isis was a goddess, not a terrorist group
Make all our good seem bad without telling the truth
Flip all our signs and our symbols that resemble the love
Turning to hate groups, mentally be messing us up
Thought it was just in my city ’til I cut on the news
It’s happening all around the world, Keyshia tell ’em the truth

[Hook: Keyshia Cole]
Children dying, mother’s crying, no one cares, oh it isn’t fair
I thought it was just in my hood but I cut on the news
Everybody’s hiding, everybody’s crying
This world war, it ain’t just in my hood

Mistah F.a.b. – Son Of A Pimp Lyrics (feat. CMT)

[Intro]
The the mechanic

[Verse 1]
I was born in eighty two January twenty third
I was my mamma’s only child
And to my daddy I was third
In a itty bitty city by the water
The town Oakland California
Pimps outside popping collars
Spitting game better watch your daughter
On San Pablo I seen it all
Caddies, Volks white wall
Young black girls, white bras
I used to tell a pimp I wanna be like y’all
They said don’t be like me be better than me
A straight scene from the Macs
But meet coasts and go rolls
How could you not wanna live like that
Six by nines in the trunk
Coming through with tremendous bump
Candy painted cars with all flavours
And they didn’t wear sneakers they wore gators

[Hook]
Son of a pimp
(P.i.m.p)
Son of a P.i.m.p
Son of a pimp
(P.i.m.p)
Son of a P.i.m.p
[Verse 2]
I was raised by pimps and players
Macs and gangsters
Told me forever stay after bread and be about your paper
My whole household was full of game

My daddy and my mamma
My daddy had hoes, in the house
And there never once was drama
I got it honest I cannot lie
That’s why these chicks don’t impress me
OPM and [?] is what my daddy used when he was stressing
But he stay fly suited in boots until the day he passed
Gucci hats, Armani slacks damn that man had swag

[HooK]
Son of a pimp
(P.i.m.p)
Son of a P.i.m.p
Son of a pimp
(P.i.m.p)
Son of a P.i.m.p

[Verse 3]
In Oakland California there’s only three ways to live
Play ball, duck the law or pimp on a bitch
I did all three coming up tryna live like my daddy
I had a Benz, on rims and Volks on a caddie
When I said Son of a Pimp some thought I was lying
But when they seen that first album cover
Man it was no denying it
Now look at this album cover yep, that’s my mama
That’s madam Des, pimping ass with bands f*cking up commas
[Hook]
Son of a pimp
(P.i.m.p)
Son of a P.i.m.p
Son of a pimp
(P.i.m.p)
Son of a P.i.m.p

Mistah F.a.b. – What Yo Hood Like Lyrics (feat. Jadakiss)

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
Yo, where I’m from you hustle hard or you don’t get it
I couldn’t tell you ’bout the block if I didn’t live it
I couldn’t tell you ’bout the curb if I didn’t sit it
‘Bout it, ’bout it all my life, there was no limits
In my PJs for 3 days with texts in the wall
Middle finger to the cops having sex with the law
I know the phones getting tapped, all my texts and calls
But I never let the D.A. get the best of me, no
Man can you picture that? Oakland be the city where I’m living at
Where killas going difference that if they get you then you get them back
Youngsters 10, see me getting high, sipping Henny yeah
23, parting with new Benz and the brand new ‘lac
I wasn’t s’posed to make it, thanks Raegan, I survived Reagan
Mama’s getting high, playing Dr. Dre, blazing chronic
Mama hooked on crack, never spent a day in phonics
Drinking tonic, chasing dreams, homie I was playing Sonic

[Hook: Mistah F.A.B.]
Where you from cuz? Represent yo shit
Where you from blood? Represent yo shit
Where you from son? Represent yo shit
Where you from kid? Represent yo shit
Yo what your hood look like? How your hood look?
Yo what your hood look like? How your hood look?
Yo what your hood look like? How your hood look?
Is your hood full of gangsters and hoodlums?

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Yeah, a lot of dogs don’t bite but all of ’em bark loud
I need you to understand we under a dark cloud
I’m staring my thoughts out, your mouth can’t be in if
Your heart’s out, see the blue suits with the narks out
Slid in hell, get a cell, pick a coffin
Bitches is f*cking, niggas is pillow talking
They gon’ kill him, you better get ’em off him

When it come to the millions, nigga we get ’em often
Hated on by niggas that can’t get right
Late night, dice games and pit fights
Shoot outs that started off as fight fights
Thinking ’bout my niggas that ain’t here on this night
We ain’t crazy
We just thorough bullets like Carson Palmer to Fitzgerald
Yeah I know we still smart, we just ghetto
This Y.O. Yonkers, nigga, the six borough

[Hook: Mistah F.A.B.]
Where you from cuz? Represent yo shit
Where you from blood? Represent yo shit
Where you from son? Represent yo shit
Where you from kid? Represent yo shit
Yo what your hood look like? How your hood look?
Yo what your hood look like? How your hood look?
Yo what your hood look like? How your hood look?
Is your hood full of gangsters and hoodlums?

[Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B.]
Gangsters, hoodlums, killers, convicts
Rottweilers, pitbulls, cats and nonsense
Old show boxes, pulling them blue trims
We got the Tims off, glued like glue sticks
You ain’t give this city some hope, now it’s a city of dope
If you ain’t pushing Europeans, they consider you broke
It ain’t no mystery, my city lost identity
But with a couple bars let me break down the history
We built this city off rock and dro
Pimping hoes, V&V, 2Pac and show
Now the streets corrupting innocent and make a move
Militant through diligence, get shot over a millicent
Eating Scooby Snacks, pop a vitamin
Got Heineken, Robert China men, just to shine again
Got to rehab to get back out, hit the grind again
Pete Rock, do I gotta mind ’em man

[Outro: Mistah F.A.B.]
Where you from cuz?

Mistah F.a.b. – Backseat Lyrics (feat. Tech N9ne & B.o.B)

[Hook]
Backseat, windows up
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to
Backseat, windows up
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to

[Hook]
Backseat, windows up
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to
Backseat, windows up
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Hum baby hum, put my stick up on your tongue
Better run ‘til I get up in your lungs, here I come
You’re the one that’ll get a nigga sprung
If you’re done with the thumb motion
I’m getta a gun, get it done
In the backseat
I’ma put the tallywhacker into that meat
Got her running from a killer ‘cause I pack heat
Got that ass beat, f*cking with an athlete
I’m a mad beast, stick her like the last piece, ask me to stab meat
When I’m messin’, mention it, that’ll be a bad week
If you let me step in you better be a tad freak
The Hennessy, rest in peace, ready when you half-sleep
I’m rollin, I’m ragin’, blazing in Copenhagen
Playing and scoping babes and hoping they been open havens
For blokes and maidens looking for the soaking bay for the ocean spraying
I’m promoting laying folks and aiding those and poking they friends
Well, I’ma make that gel, you will never hit a nigga with an L
Any believing you gon’ finish me I’ma quell
They’ll never get it tweeted, I bring hell when I nail
Ya bitch, don’t incite the sniper
Hope you knowing that my pipes are viper
Met you once and I hit it twice, really hyper
That is the way that I like to slice ya

[Hook]
Backseat, windows up
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to
Backseat, windows up
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
Your bitch wanna hang with a nigga with a chain
That be f*cking with a gang called Strange
She was looking like a main, I was spitting my game
Told her hop in this Range, little pretty young thing
Now have you ever (ever, ever, ever)
f*cked a bitch and made her cum fast?
I was rubbing on her titties, I was slapping on her ass
When I stuck my dick in, man that p*ssy just splashed

She was fine in the face with an all-star frame
Met that bitch at the All-Star Game
Don’t remember her name but I ‘member her brain
Suck a dick so good, made a nigga feel drained
Ok I got it, I remember
Bad redbone bitch named Brenda
She was 5’9”, she loved Tech N9ne
She gave me Einstein, so I bent her
She said grab me, squeeze me, touch me, tease me
Hurt me, beat me, I said take this dick you beezy
After dicking her out you know I’m kicking her out
And wasn’t tripping about what she was bickering ‘bout
She was smokin’ some tree, smokin’ some weed
I said f*ck that joint, put a dick in your mouth
She said “I love you!”, I said “What bitch?”
You is nothing more but a slut bitch
Just to f*ck bitch, just to nut bitch
But I love the way that you suck dick

[Hook]
Backseat, windows up
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to
Backseat, windows up
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to

[Verse 3: B.o.B]
I beat it up and beat it up, repeatedly, repeatedly
She tellin’ me she needed it, immediately, immediately
You got all the brain lil mama, you the geekiest
But if she not a freaky bitch, her number I deleted it
Have her like (oh), back shots (oh)
Front shots (oh), Cognac shots (oh)
You gon’ need another set of ass shots
Put that D on your chest like a mascot
I’m a modern day technician, modern day technician
Girl what you doing in the kitchen?
Bending over, you ain’t washing dishes
Aw, see when you living in the fast lane
You learn to make decisions faster
Stunting like Bruce Lee, but baby I am not an actor
See I’m the type of nigga that’ll
Give her what she really after
She swallow all of these babies
Call her the kidnapper

[Hook]
Backseat, windows up
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to
Backseat, windows up
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to

[Hook]
Backseat, windows up
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to
Backseat, windows up
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to
That’s the way you like to

Mistah F.a.b. – Pretty Girls Lyrics (feat. Raekwon, G-Eazy & Carl Thomas)

[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, yo, yo what up?
This my nigga right here man
F.A.B. what up nigga
Mistah F.A.B. what up nigga

[Hook: Carl Thomas (& Raekwon)]
Guys like pretty girls in the world
(Let's get this know what I mean?)
Women love men with money
(Oh shit you got my nigga Carl on this too?)
A girl wants a man with a gangsta plan
(62 bottles, bring em over here man)
Well all my nigga's just with that honey
Pretty girls, pretty girls
(Stop playing man)
Pretty girls, oh
(Forreal man chill man chill)
Well all my nigga's just with that honey
(Nah, not that one right there man)

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Ayo this thing warmed up, unlawful as f*ck
Chain swinging fouls, styling with enormous luck
Nigga we richer than Obama
Llama's on us out in the guianas
Bag somethin down niggas I promise
Smoke skinny boy leathers
[?] sweats in the cuereras
Hundred thousand wrapped in the leather
Yo got bull boy money
To whip in them whips
I guess the bricks paid off
Now I'm back in the mix
Dice killas we the ice grillers
But you we stay on chill mode
Break a nigga face he get real bold
The money that we be holding
Hell no 'laxin' in the ill robe
There's no rims that shit is kill-over
Slums, true forties, and guns
Whoadies and ones, Matt Humble
Son's will tumble, stay out the jungle, son one
Your favorite brother, hate on my lover
He's a legend and his money won't pay nothing
f*ck with me
[Hook: Carl Thomas (& Mistah F.A.B.)]
Guys like pretty girls in the world
Women love men with money
A girl wants a man with a gangsta plan
Well all my nigga's just with that honey
Pretty girls, pretty girls
Pretty girls, oh
(Big bruh Chef man, I love you for that man)
Well all my nigga's just with that honey
(Real talk)

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
The first bottle to the Chef, toast to the Don
We definitly eating while you going through a ramadan
The ambiance of sixty bottles of Sean Don
Dope barrel hoodie, bad boy no Sean Jon
From Panama to Maui pretty girls poppin' molly
Roberto Cavallis, drop beemers drove by model hotties

A long way from being street scholars
To Saki Bombs and Benny Hana's
Chilling lounging with pretty mamas
Cables and cabanas, no dress code at club Katana
And jewish lawyers got us laughing in court at your honor
I skipped school cause gear my had me embarrassed
Now it's Rodeo Drive in L.A., champs [?] in Paris
And everybody in my circle great
Yeah I'm a long way from section eight selling purple grape
To rocking with Rae, the creator of the purple tape
The pretty girls are everywhere, what a work of fate
[Hook: Carl Thomas (& G-Eazy)]
Guys like pretty girls in the world
Women love men with money
A girl wants a man with a gangsta plan
Well all my nigga's just with that honey
Pretty girls, pretty girls
Guys like pretty girls in the world
Pretty girls, oh
Guys like pretty girls in the world
(Yeah, haha)
Well all my nigga's just with that honey

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
And last night I f*cked you wouldn't guess who
Called the lobby told them I was bringing a guest through
Facts I'm not tryna impress you, but since I got some status
I get picky now with who I say yes to
She clings cause I'm young and successful
Notices we're stuffed, and your belly is less full
And she becomes attached, cut her off, shit is stressful
Feeling I don't come to no rescue I don't give her no refuge
We just f*ck in a king bed
And I don't drive her home I call the Uber out instead
I learn from my OGs that's what the son of a pimp said
Hustle till you get the crown on top of a king's head
Yeah, blowing bands life is grand I just had to say
It's a blessing trading verses with F.A.B. and Rae
On the rocks drinking Buillet not Aleezay
All day forever after bread homie that's the bay
Yeah, Eazy
[Hook: Carl Thomas]
Guys like pretty girls in the world
Women love men with money
A girl wants a man with a gangsta plan
Well all my nigga's just with that honey
Pretty girls, pretty girls
Pretty girls, oh
Well all my nigga's just with that honey
Guys like pretty girls in the world

[Produced By Chinky P]

Mistah F.a.b. – Not In Love Anymore Lyrics (feat. Netta B)

[Hook]
Back in the day I was in love
I’m not in love anymore
Some days I sit and wish I was in love again
Back in the day I was in love
I’m not in love anymore
Some days I sit and wish I was in love again (Back in the day)
Back in the day I was in love
I’m not in love anymore
Some days I sit and wish I was in love again
Back in the day I was in love
I’m not in love anymore
Some days I sit and wish I was in love again (Back in the day)

[Verse 1]
Some days I wish that I could get my girl back
Some nights I sit and think where ma girl at
I daydream on all the time that we spend together
And reminisce on all the places that we went together
They say you never miss love until you dis love
And I can never ever get over this love
My main chick the one I came in the game with
The same chick that love me before I became famous
Was it my fault, ma pride won’t let me say it
But for the record man I’ma come out and say it
I changed, I’ll be the first to admit that
Lying, cheating, conniving yeah I did that
I apologize but now it’s too late
I still got love for you but I’m the one you still hate
I said I’m sorry wish I could make it better
Couldn’t look you eye to eye so I had to write a letter

[Hook]
Back in the day I was in love
I’m not in love anymore
Some days I sit and wish I was in love again
Back in the day I was in love
I’m not in love anymore
Some days I sit and wish I was in love again (Back in the day)
Back in the day I was in love
I’m not in love anymore
Some days I sit and wish I was in love again
Back in the day I was in love
I’m not in love anymore
Some days I sit and wish I was in love again (Back in the day)

[Verse 2]
I’m so tired of love songs like Neyo
Cause all they did was remind me on how you make me feel
Every song I heard sounded like me and you
And the trials and tribulations that we went through
It taught me a lot I really learned my lesson

So, I apologize for them nights I had you stressing
A angel in my eyes and now I see you as a blessing
A queen is what you are but I treated you much less than
What you deserve and you deserve more
Never try getting me back tryna even up the score
And I respect that but back then I wasn’t wise enough
Hope you forgive me for all them lies and stuff
I loved you like Ricky love Lucy
Got me feeling like Chris B over Karrueche
Yo man, I just really want my wife back
First I hope you read this then I hope you write back

[Hook]
Back in the day I was in love
I’m not in love anymore
Some days I sit and wish I was in love again
Back in the day I was in love
I’m not in love anymore
Some days I sit and wish I was in love again
(Back in the day)
Back in the day I was in love
I’m not in love anymore
Some days I sit and wish I was in love again
Back in the day I was in love
I’m not in love anymore
Some days I sit and wish I was in love again
(Back in the day)

[Bridge]
Love is somebody to hold you
More than just having somebody around
Yearning for that special relationship someday
Be patient, wish I could take it back in the day
Ohhh ohhh

[Hook]
Back in the day I was in love
I’m not in love anymore
Some days I sit and wish I was in love again
Back in the day I was in love
I’m not in love anymore
Some days I sit and wish I was in love again
(Back in the day)
Back in the day I was in love
I’m not in love anymore
Some days I sit and wish I was in love again
Back in the day I was in love
I’m not in love anymore
Some days I sit and wish I was in love again
(Back in the day)

[Outro]
Wish I can get that old thing back baby
Yeah
Wish I can get that old thing back baby
Yeah
Wish I can get that old thing back baby
Wish I can get that old thing back baby
Wish I can get that old thing back baby
Cause I miss you (kinda)

Mistah F.a.b. – Up Until Then Lyrics (feat. Boosie Badazz & Iamsu!)

[Hook: Mistah F.A.B.]
What up until then
I’ma be thuggin inside them project buildings
They blowing them cookies, that’s all the ghetto children
Plotting on ways that we can make a million, billion
What up until then
What up until then
What up until then

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B]
Let’s say I’m in the room with a bitch, and the hoe don’t wanna f*ck
Like a man, I’ma beat my meat, then get my f*cking up fosho’
That’s just how we do it in the O bruh
Oh what, you ain’t know bruh?
Yeah, that’s that old school Juv’ bruh!
I used to slap that shit everyday at school bruh
Brought that shit back, now that old slap sound new bruh
Rack after rack after stacks, I got pool bucks
Rich nigga but I’m still in the [?] bruh
Candy paint, got the whip looking wet bruh
I’m shining bruh
And like my nephew young Pharaoh, “Big Tymin’” bruh
And if them suckers outside then we sliding bruh
I swear to god man them niggas in hiding bruh
And we ain’t wasting no shots on civilians bruh
Too busy plotting on ways to make a million bruh

[Hook: Mistah F.A.B. & IamSu!]
What up until then
I’ma be thuggin inside them project buildings
They blowing them cookies, that’s all the ghetto children
Plotting on ways that we can make a million, million
What up until then
I be grinding, scraper and rental ridin’
I act broke, you act rich, we both lying
But up until then
I be grinding, scraper and rental ridin’
I act broke, you act rich, we both lying
But up until then

[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
Up until then I be ducking the pen to get a break
Helping all the project children have faith
One shot for the kids doing bids where I stay
One shot for the niggas doing bids in The Bay
If we pray we gon’ make it but god he seem busy
‘Til then we got hopes for pounds and plenty chicken
Damn we was poor as a kid, I’m reminiscing
Steal that nigga’s drawers and wallet, had to get ‘em
Shit I know the feeling when your brother in jail
And your daddy in court and your sister a ho

Shit don’t give up though, you gon’ make it
Remember when the ghetto child making people hate it
Remember money easy to get, but hard to save it
Remember when pain come in your life, gotta take it
I know you lose hope when you’re looking at your mama, the drama
But you can be Obama

[Hook: Mistah F.A.B. & IamSu!]
What up until then
I’ma be thuggin inside them project buildings
They blowing them cookies, that’s all the ghetto children
Plotting on ways that we can make a million, million
What up until then
I be grinding, scraper and rental ridin’
I act broke, you act rich, we both lying
But up until then
I be grinding, scraper and rental ridin’
I act broke, you act rich, we both lying
But up until then

[Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B.]
You getting money bruh? Acting funny bruh?
Like Mac Dre, they don’t ever hear your tummy bruh?
They say Fab, bring the movement back
Dope [?], bro what you gon’ do with that?
You in the hood bruh? Is it good bruh?
Forty fifth, same corner where you stood bruh?
Are you a G bruh? just like me bruh?
Heard you’re selling tree, from an eighth to a P bruh
Gettting stacks bruh? Like that bruh?
Your name ain’t never came on that RapFacts bruh
Oh you solid bruh, got a couple dollars bruh
Did your time, you ain’t tell on your partners bruh
Getting money bruh? Staying under bruh?
‘Bout to bring out your trophies for the summer bruh?
They think they know, but they don’t know
Just make ‘em wonder bruh
Keep doin’ your thing little nigga, boy you comin’ up

[Hook: Mistah F.A.B. & IamSu!]
What up until then
I’ma be thuggin inside them project buildings
They blowing them cookies, that’s all the ghetto children
Plotting on ways that we can make a million, million
What up until then
I be grinding, scraper and rental ridin’
I act broke, you act rich, we both lying
But up until then
I be grinding, scraper and rental ridin’
I act broke, you act rich, we both lying
But up until then

Brendan Perry – Death Will Be My Bride Lyrics

Woke up this morning
Set off down the road
Left behind me all those years
Searching for a common soul
I’ve been looking for a thousand
And one distractions
To empty my mind
Of thoughts of loneliness
I’ve been looking for someone
To take away my frustrations
But all I find is a sea of emptiness

Death will be my bride
Death will be my bride

Three hours from sundown
I’m still on the road
With those voices in my head
Ringing down the years
For the wind whispers my name
And the leaves they lend a helping hand
If I don’t reach you by this time tomorrow
I’ll be stone cold dead in the ground

Death will be my bride
Death will be my bride