T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"What's Yo Name? Lyrics"
Freakin' at the Freaker's Ball Lyrics
(Shel Silverstein) Well there's gonna be a freaker's ball (ha ha) Tonight at the Freaker's Hall And you know you're invited one and all Uh oh Come on baby's grease your lips Grab your hats and swing your hips And don't forget to bring your whips We're going to the freaker's ball (yes) Blow your whistle, and bang your gong Roll up somethi
(Shel Silverstein) Well there's gonna be a freaker's ball (ha ha) Tonight at the Freaker's Hall And you know you're invited one and all Uh oh Come on baby's grease your lips Grab your hats and swing your hips And don't forget to bring your whips We're going to the freaker's ball (yes) Blow your whistle, and bang your gong Roll up somethi
(feat. The Neptunes)
[T.I.]
Yo, Uh [12x], a come on T.I.P.
[Neptunes]
Come on [4x], I said come on, come on, come on, come on
[Verse 1: T.I.P.]
A hour train spit game from the get green
Ay T.I.P. been bangin' thick dames since he was 15
The click came ran trains if her shit clean
The same broad fronted y'all like she Miss Thang
And damn how da bitch seem she's a dick fiend
All though I won't elaborate I'll say she lick things and get green
She fuck wit me because I got big dreams
And along wit a face she think she seen on the big screen
I give it to her since she whine and her back hurt
Then drive her crazy since she crying and she act worse
Yeah, I'm a rapper, I'm a man, but I'm a mac first
I n
Uncle Chato's Garden Lyrics
Party tommorrow and I'm getting all excited Everyone in my Barrio's invited All the hienas will be looking fine And cervezas will be flowin' My abuelita has been cooking for a week straight Home-made tamales will be pilin' on our plate Cousin Hector's always first in line Cause he's such a big panzone My homeboy Rudy, he just got out of the p
eed a broad wit a bank and a fat purse... and that's firstParty tommorrow and I'm getting all excited Everyone in my Barrio's invited All the hienas will be looking fine And cervezas will be flowin' My abuelita has been cooking for a week straight Home-made tamales will be pilin' on our plate Cousin Hector's always first in line Cause he's such a big panzone My homeboy Rudy, he just got out of the p
[Hook: {T.I. & Neptunes} 1x]
[T]
I'm a p-i-m, ah, m-p,
Told y'all niggaz before about me
Plenty Remi to the h-e, ah, a-d
[N]
Somebody buy some more dro' so we can smoke please
Now what's yo name?
[T] I'm pussy bumper number one
[N] Yeah, I said what's yo name?
[T] I'm pussy bumper number one
[Verse 2: T.I.P.]
Man trying to stop pimpin like shooting a bee-bee gun at a freight train
So comparing us is like whine to a grape stain
My reputations great man, I got a great name
I hate lames, I stay clean, and I break dames
I like 'em small or bigger with a figure eight frame
So if she fine I bet she mine when I find time
So Ruff Lyrics
Geah Geah Geah Hoo-Bang, nigga Some of that futuristic shit For that ass Keepin it thuggish, though Check it out [ VERSE 1 ] The concrete streets bring heat, it's so rough Niggas test everyday, calling your bluff Eiht had enough, I'm smoking my fluff Spitting game, letting you know my turf is tough My theme is I push music to drivebyBR>
Man I ain't lying, mine dimes I don't wine or dine
Like clothesline hoes mine, I'm a goldmine
Ay I'm the "King of Da South" and the throne mine
I got the chrome in the Chevy and the broan mine
Ay man I'm young but I been doing it for a long time
That ain't my fault that bitch grown she got her own mind
An-and I'm...
[Hook: 1x]
[Verse 3:]
I bet some niggas think I cake her when I take her out
But come that week just watch me rape her fucking bank account
Eventually the P$C hey we gone take the south
Then grab the earth by the ankles and shake the paper out
Nigga I'm bout my paper route so I'm gone make a route
Anybody blocking my road to riches man I'm gone take 'em out
Keep run yo mouth making up you
Me I'ma git a ho who gone make show my pockets seen about
P-i-m-p-i-n-g is all I be's about
I break a ho in break 'em till they broke and then I ease 'em out
They out of pocket, I'm a lock 'em out and leave 'em out
And that don't change man, season in season out
Open up The Source shawty and see who just you reads about
If it ain't concernin T.I.P. a P$C a see ya out
Ain't nothing even you ain't cuttin then u don't see the house
Because you know I got to practice what I preach about
[HooK: 1x]
[Neptunes]
Come on [4x] I said come on, come on, come on, come on
[repeat]
[T.I.]
I'm a p-i-m, ah, m-p,
Told y'all niggaz before about me
Plenty Remi to the h-e, ah, a-d
Geah Geah Geah Hoo-Bang, nigga Some of that futuristic shit For that ass Keepin it thuggish, though Check it out [ VERSE 1 ] The concrete streets bring heat, it's so rough Niggas test everyday, calling your bluff Eiht had enough, I'm smoking my fluff Spitting game, letting you know my turf is tough My theme is I push music to driveby
Like clothesline hoes mine, I'm a goldmine
Ay I'm the "King of Da South" and the throne mine
I got the chrome in the Chevy and the broan mine
Ay man I'm young but I been doing it for a long time
That ain't my fault that bitch grown she got her own mind
An-and I'm...
[Hook: 1x]
[Verse 3:]
I bet some niggas think I cake her when I take her out
But come that week just watch me rape her fucking bank account
Eventually the P$C hey we gone take the south
Then grab the earth by the ankles and shake the paper out
Nigga I'm bout my paper route so I'm gone make a route
Anybody blocking my road to riches man I'm gone take 'em out
Keep run yo mouth making up you
No Sense in Lovin' Lyrics
I don't know what you've been through You might think that I don't care But I do And I've tried to understand I've tried to understand your abuse But you've got no excuse And there's no use in lovin' Anyone who hates themself You keep coming back So I hold you for a little while But I always go when I can't take your sad smile 'Cause I can't stand
mind you got's to be's wit outI don't know what you've been through You might think that I don't care But I do And I've tried to understand I've tried to understand your abuse But you've got no excuse And there's no use in lovin' Anyone who hates themself You keep coming back So I hold you for a little while But I always go when I can't take your sad smile 'Cause I can't stand
Me I'ma git a ho who gone make show my pockets seen about
P-i-m-p-i-n-g is all I be's about
I break a ho in break 'em till they broke and then I ease 'em out
They out of pocket, I'm a lock 'em out and leave 'em out
And that don't change man, season in season out
Open up The Source shawty and see who just you reads about
If it ain't concernin T.I.P. a P$C a see ya out
Ain't nothing even you ain't cuttin then u don't see the house
Because you know I got to practice what I preach about
[HooK: 1x]
[Neptunes]
Come on [4x] I said come on, come on, come on, come on
[repeat]
[T.I.]
I'm a p-i-m, ah, m-p,
Told y'all niggaz before about me
Plenty Remi to the h-e, ah, a-d