Da Brat Lyrics
Da Brat Lyrics
"That's What I'm Looking For Lyrics"
Police Beat Lyrics
(Original song by SS Decontrol) Police pick me out of the crowd, 'cause I dress different, act real loud. Police, Police There's no questions asked, They just wanna kick my ass. Police beat me, Police kick me, Police chase me, Police mace me, Police cuff me, Police rough me Just to show how tough they be Police Police Police who judge me... why won't they just let me be? Police Police
(Original song by SS Decontrol) Police pick me out of the crowd, 'cause I dress different, act real loud. Police, Police There's no questions asked, They just wanna kick my ass. Police beat me, Police kick me, Police chase me, Police mace me, Police cuff me, Police rough me Just to show how tough they be Police Police Police who judge me... why won't they just let me be? Police Police
(Brat) Hey JD why you always be saying oh (oh)
Is that like frozen shit?
You just walk in and say oh shit
Bounce to this, come on
Where my rag wearing soldiers at?
That love to watch the dough stack
Never leave the house without their strap
That's what I'm looking for
They know just what I want and need
Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed
And when it's time to go down
They ain't scared to freak, shit
That's what I'm looking for
Where my Roley wearing thugs who
Claim they don't love you
But any time you want something done they do it
That's what I'm looking for
The ball all night type
Frontin' screaming thug life
That's the type of nigga I like
That's what I'm looking for
Uh I get high, get mine
I like a thug in my life to get by
This is why I spit shine the pussy
Till it get tight and
Body he push me over to the other side
If he act right he can hit it from behind
And we can bump all night till we reach a climax
Make sure you leave a phat sack for Brat
Till you com
Next To You Lyrics
{feat. R Kelly} [Ciara:] I hope I don’t make you mad, with what I’m ‘bout to say boy Here we are once again, and I’m havin second thoughts boy I’m not messin with yo head, but I changed my mind boy I don’t know why I’m here, the same time I want you near [Ciara:] If you want me to leave, I will understand See I will just have to respect your wishes boy Cus if I stay aint no tellin what may happen boy Although you look so good to me, its best that I leave [Chorus:] Iâ€
e back for more{feat. R Kelly} [Ciara:] I hope I don’t make you mad, with what I’m ‘bout to say boy Here we are once again, and I’m havin second thoughts boy I’m not messin with yo head, but I changed my mind boy I don’t know why I’m here, the same time I want you near [Ciara:] If you want me to leave, I will understand See I will just have to respect your wishes boy Cus if I stay aint no tellin what may happen boy Although you look so good to me, its best that I leave [Chorus:] Iâ€
Six pack surrounding my belly hole it's tight
You ain't gotta tell me So
So Def is the way that I flow
Made to blow, made to hold
Unfadable, capable to save your hoe
Wherever I go, stack dough
I'm looking for a nigga roll, that ain't broke
If its time to lick of shots he don't choke
Even know how to flip coke
And ready to let the punches blow
For the show stopper, this is for the know nadas
Shit get mo' hotter, nigga holla my name
They follow me when I hop in the Range
And wait for me to finish performing backstage
Never have nigga yawning
You think he fucking with Sean
Weed pumping as strong as me
Gotta be the baller all night
Tough I like it
I admit it when he charming me
Where my rag wearing soldiers at?
That love to watch the dough stack
Never leave the house without their strap
That's what I'm looking for
They know just what I want and need
Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed
And when it's time to go down
They ain't scared to freak, shit
That's what I'm
Dear Chicago Lyrics
Dear Chicago, You'll never guess. You know the girl you said I'd meet someday? Well, I've got something to confess. She picked me up on Friday. Asked me if she reminded me of you. I just laughed and lit a cigarette, Said "that's impossible to do." My life's gotten simple since. And it fluctuates so much. Happy and sad and back again. I'm not crying out to much. Think about you all the time. It's strange and hard to deal. Think about you lying there. And tho
ooking forDear Chicago, You'll never guess. You know the girl you said I'd meet someday? Well, I've got something to confess. She picked me up on Friday. Asked me if she reminded me of you. I just laughed and lit a cigarette, Said "that's impossible to do." My life's gotten simple since. And it fluctuates so much. Happy and sad and back again. I'm not crying out to much. Think about you all the time. It's strange and hard to deal. Think about you lying there. And tho
Where my Rolley wearing thugs who
Claim they don't love you
But any time you want something done they do it
That's what I'm looking for
The ball all night type
Frontin' screaming thug life
That's the type of nigga I like
(Show me something nigga)
That's what I'm looking for
Stretch out your arms
Flip out your wrists
Let me see what to hit for
I'm fixing to know if you can afford to cop
A couple of dem thangs for your girl to rock
When we stepping in the door we killing ‘em
Let the heads know we ain't feeling them
Or affiliated with them
I glisten and glow, 38 karat my gold pipe
Niggas that wanna show off
Don't just stop
My soldier's not having that
I'm looking for a thug that'll kill for Brat
And make million dollar deals for Brat
And pay some of the bills for Brat
And just chill with Brat
Watch dough stack
Been broke I'm not going back
Nope, need to know how to surround a bitch with stability
Get down, bitches they be feelin' me, rich now
I can't afford to sit
Livin Life As a Rider Lyrics
(feat. Denise Weeks) [Verse 1: Jim Jones] There was no love for us (nope) So we did what we did just to make a buck played around we're fucking nuts (crazy) Hope them ho's puckerup tryna get them to slide Thats on our mind getting high all the time (we tryna fuck!) We hustle hard, hope the fiends buy all the dimes So we can scoop up and hit the party and scoop a bitch (get twisted) You know the drill homie Play the rules and play the field but don't get killed homie (stay alive) So where's the better
down, get bored(feat. Denise Weeks) [Verse 1: Jim Jones] There was no love for us (nope) So we did what we did just to make a buck played around we're fucking nuts (crazy) Hope them ho's puckerup tryna get them to slide Thats on our mind getting high all the time (we tryna fuck!) We hustle hard, hope the fiends buy all the dimes So we can scoop up and hit the party and scoop a bitch (get twisted) You know the drill homie Play the rules and play the field but don't get killed homie (stay alive) So where's the better
If we got hits out nigga need big clout
Don't crowd my space if we dip out
Running in some other nigga's face he don't trip out
Never leave the house without weed and a glock
Even got keys to the spot to drop the PO Box
And in the drawer where he find his underwear
I keep a fresh do rag in his hair
Where my rag wearing soldiers at?
That love to watch the dough stack
Never leave the house without their strap
That's what I'm looking for
They know just what I want and need
Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed
And when it's time to go down
They ain't scared to freak, shit
That's what I'm looking for
Where my Rolley wearing thugs who
Claim they don't love you
But any time you want something done they do it
That's what I'm looking for
The ball all night type
Frontin' screaming thug life
That's the type of nigga I like
That's what I'm looking for
That's what I'm looking for
That's what I'm looking for
That's what I'm looking for
That's what I'm looking for