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Big Mike & Big Stress - Something For The Radio 15: Dirty South Edition, Various Artists
Big Mike & Big Stress - Something For The Radio 15: Dirty South Edition
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Release date:

2006

 
Duration: 79:41  
Size, Mb: 109,73  
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192

 
Price for album: ˆ1.84 (discount 20%)  

 
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1
Lean Wit It, Rock Wit It Lyrics
Lean wit it, rock wit it!
Lean wit it, rock wit it,
Lean wit it, rock wit it,
Lean wit it, rock wit it,
Lean wit it, rock wit it,
Lean wit it, rock wit it,
Lean wit it, rock wit it,
Lean wit it, rock wit it!

[Verse 1]
I bounce in the club so the ho's call me Rocky,
Posted in the cut, and im lookin for a blockhead,
Yup in my white tee! I break a bitch back,
And I keep a big bank, oh I think dey like dat!
Before I leave the house, im slizzard on a goose,
And I'm higher then a plane, so a nigga really loose,
And I can lean wit it, and I can rock wit it,
And if you gotta friend, she gotta suck a cock wit it!

[Verse 2]
Ay gon n rock wit it, gon n lean wit it,
Rock so damn hard, u break your spleen wit it,
Pull up ya jeans wit it, smoke some green wit it,
N da spot aint crunk? bitch if we ain't in it?
If you dont wanna do it, then I'll make ya dance,
Perfect example watch me make your face beat up my hands,
When you see me hit the spot, betta watch dat boy,
Chalay, plus the squad n dem franchize boyz!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Ain't too clean to wanna pop lock from left to right and make a lean,
Bobbin to da beat, check my feet, he ain't got these!
I rock them, bend my knees everytime the beat drop lean wit it, rock wit it, freeze before yo fingers pop
Purple lean, purple, green, grams in my socks
What the fuck you mean you ain't seen Buddie on tha block?!
They call me Doctor Doc, I prescribe what a nigga need
Make 'em lean and rock, old school people pat ya feet

[Verse 4]
Young Pimpin in tha club, see dem hoes tryna act up
Cause the see my chain and a nigga throwin dem stacks up
I keep a full clip and my pistol in my pants, I'm in da middle of da flo, they screamin "nigga do yo dance"
Now you can roll yo arms, and just put 'em in rotation
From side to side and snap yo fingaz like dem Temptaions
Boy I'm all outta state doin the dance, they never seen that
I ain't Fat Joe, but snap ya fingaz then ya lean back

[Hook]

[Verse 5]
Rock left den snap ya fingers, rock right den snap ya fingers,
Ayyy wats hannenin? lean wit me, rock wit me,
Gotta pill pop wit me, gon take a shot wit me,
Call me Teddy, I got grams don't hate, nigga shop wit me,
BHS, Trapsquad, DIS we known bitch!
Franchize aint got no money? shiiit hold on hold on bitch !,
Dis trap shit n rap shit, I done did dat shit,
Lean wit it, rock wit it, gon jig dat shit ayyy,

[Verse 6]
The Squad, Baker Road, and Franchize on some otha shit,
Left witcha bitch, wit an ounce, and a stiff dick,
Didnt have to say much, cuz she seem obliged,
Walked off the club, got on the phone, called her girl for menage,
Wat I'm all up to, shit lets see how it turned out,
Gotta crack-headed broad, now we headed to my house,
Ay you wit that G shit right?
Cuz I done leaned, I done rocked all muhfuckin' night!

Lean wit it, rock wit it! [x16]
03:35 192 4,92 ˆ0.10
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I'm Hustlin' Lyrics 03:46 192 5,19 ˆ0.10
3
Betcha Can't Do It Like Me
D4L
Lyrics 03:10 192 4,37 ˆ0.10
4
The Body Rock Lyrics 03:58 192 5,45 ˆ0.10
5
Poppin My Collar Lyrics
[chorus x2]
Ever since I could remember I've poppin my collar
poppin poppin my collar
poppin poppin my collar.
Now ever since I could remember i've been working these hoes, and they betta put my money in my hand.

When it comes to gettin bread,
i got the keys to the bakery
alot dudes swear they play,
man they some fakery
let me catch a girl up out some work on mah site,
and believe me im gonna be atcha in the daylight wit a flashlight
im trying to get paid whenever money is made
some guys like to pay ladies to get laid
but me, i aint no pimp
i just like to borrow paper from a fat bitch, an ugly bitch, a model
FA REAL!

Well you know me by the Juice man hangin out with Big Keith
Standin on tha porch, drinkin liquor, drunk, smokin weed
Trying to get a paycheck, but work that ain't came yet
Thats why I stay in a girl ear to keep that pussy wet
So I could get paid and relax in the shade
And say fuck a nine to five cuz a nigga tired of slavin
It's never easy for a playa in tha hood on tha come up
If I meet a gal with three kids or more she get done up

[Chorus]

She's just another hoe that I met in the hood
I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good
She might as well go on head and suck on my wood
And let me whisper something in her ear if I could
I got some hoes out there bringin ya boy back some good
That ghetty green you know what I mean that bitch is understood
Ain't havin to shout at no motherfuckin slut
You know I'm actin bitch make cut a fuckin rug
You better get out there and get my money in the woods
I'ma hit cha in ya head and leave ya ass with a plug
You know I gotta have, gotta get my money what
These hoes out here be fucking for a muthafucking dub, FREAK BITCH!

[Chorus]

02:52 192 3,96 ˆ0.10
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Snap Ya Fingaz Lyrics 04:12 192 5,76 ˆ0.10
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Bumpin My Music Lyrics 03:46 192 5,19 ˆ0.10
8
Gangsta Party Lyrics 03:17 192 4,52 ˆ0.10
9
Gettin' Some Head Lyrics 03:20 192 4,56 ˆ0.10
10
Girl Lyrics
Ohhh girl, I'd be in trouble if you left me now
Cause I don't know where to look for love, I just don't know how
Ohhhhhhhh girl, I'd be in trouble if you left me now
Cause I don't know where to look for love, I just don't know how
Ohhhh.. [cut off and echoes]

[Paul Wall]
It started off, we were two peas in the pod
Motivated by love with the blessings of God
We were head over heels in this love thang
Funny ain't it thinkin back, our friends thought it was just a fling
I used to call you on the phone, late night tip
Mackin to you in your ear, conversation well equipped
I used to make you laugh, I used to make you smile
But all the while your roommates were in denial
We felt a lot of jealousy from the very start
Your so-called friends kept tryin to tear us apart
They used to tell you all kinda lies
Just like a wolf in sheep's clothing, the devil came in disguise
They transformed all your smiles into tears
to sabotage your happiness and blamed it on my busy career
I gave you e'rythang, aimin to please
But I guess it wasn't enough, cause now you ready to leave
But don't go baby

[Chorus]

[Paul Wall - over Chorus]
What it do baby, don't leave me hangin baby
I know you feelin this, I'm just sayin though
I know you hearin me, so don't do it baby
You know I keep it real, just let me tell you somethin

[Paul Wall]
Lil' momma been down with me for a while
When you tryin to smile I'm the one you like to dial
But lately I've been on a mission for commission
So while you at home wishin you was with me I've been missin
But listen I'm tryin to lace you up with diamonds that glisten
I got a vision so baby you need to kill all the fiction
Don't listen to what your friends sayin, they just jealous
cause they on the sidelines watchin while you in the game playin
I'm just sayin you should be stayin, but I ain't trippin
I'm in love with my money baby that's how I'm livin
You know I got you on my mind like an edge up
And all of your naggin me and whinin it got me fed up
I'm on the grind hustlin, stackin my cash
But you just thank I'm in the streets chasin after some ass
Tryin to break that bread, I'm tryin to get that cake
But you complainin talkin 'bout you fin' to skate, baby what it do

[Chorus]

[Paul Wall]
I'm tryin to tell you 'bout your friends hatin
While they be over there complainin I'm just on my grind paper chasin
You got them insecure thoughts in your mind
But instead of chasin' hoes I be overtime on my grind
You steady listenin' to the gossip in the beauty shop
But all them jealous single females want what you got
They would do anythang to take yo' place
Cause everytime I come around they be givin' me that sex face
You ridin' shotgun in the James Bond Benz
With the frog-eyed lens on them 20 inch do rims
So why you worried about your jealous so-called friends
I'm just on my grind tryin to stack me up some ends baby
I used to make you laugh, I used to make you smile
And all the while your jealous friends been in denial
I ain't askin' much, lil' momma just keep it real
Either you're down with me or not, baby what's the deal

[Chorus - 2.5X w/o cut-off until last 1/2 repeat]
04:36 192 6,33 ˆ0.10
11
Ms. New Booty Lyrics
You go your way
You go your way, I’ll go mine
Maybe someday
Another place another time

When you find a substitute
Someone who can step in my shoes
And I'm hoping you do... I’ve got nothing to lose

Cos you can't hurt a memory
Can’t hurt a memory
Can’t hurt a memory
You can’t hurt me

Will you miss me
Miss the way I crawled for you
If you need me
Don't call me I'll call you

I’m strong enough to know what to do
But not enough to make it with you
When I’m just a name, in a photograph frame
03:58 192 5,44 ˆ0.10
12
Get It Girl Lyrics 03:08 192 4,32 ˆ0.10
13
Touching Lyrics 03:26 192 4,72 ˆ0.10
14
Bedroom Boom Lyrics 04:12 192 5,75 ˆ0.10
15
So What Lyrics 02:56 192 4,04 ˆ0.10
16
Holla At Me Baby Lyrics 04:26 192 6,08 ˆ0.10
17
Freshazmiz Rmx Lyrics 04:21 192 5,98 ˆ0.10
18
My Hood Lyrics
[2x]
Every time I do it I do it for my hood
And every time I do it I do it for yo hood
And every time I do it I do it for they hood
It's understood I do it for the hood

The streets love jeezy and I love 'em back
If I still had the work I'll front you a sack
It's all gravy still reaching wit my words
And make 'em feel good on the first and the third
Take you back when I was sixteen wits a bankroll
Posted on a corner like a light pole
They used to call us track stars
Before they even stopped we ran to dem cars
And everybody on the block got the same agenda
Hustle from January til the end of December
Wasn't smokin purple then it was more like bobby brown
On that hen straight dog got a nigga drinking brown (7/11 nigga you know)
You know 10 to 4 shake 'em up talk shit get my drink and let 'em go
Even when I'm on the road the gangstas stay in touch
Why you think they love me so much (ha ha!)

[Chorus]

I'm talking bout summertime cookouts and wintertime flights
It ain't nothing we hearing shots all night
Ford Taurus pulls up everybody run
White boys jump out pointing wit they guns (5-0, 5-0)
Ford Taurus leave everybody came back
Hope dem boyz didn't find my sack
Real recognize real I suppose
I guess that's why the gangstas be at all my shows
Got the deal nothing changed but my clothes
Still catch me in the jects fuckin wit dem hoes (projects!)
Like coo-coo cal
Lord I wish mad Lou could see me now
Wish gold mouth was there wish mailman was free
A lot of niggaz crossing over dog no not me
Closest I been in the commercial's when I watch TV
And everybody know I rep these streets faithfully

[Chorus]

Ford Taurus pull up everybody run
White boys jump out pointing wit they guns
Ford Taurus leave everybody came back
Hope dem boyz didn't find my sack

[Chorus]
02:46 192 3,82 ˆ0.10
19
Whatchu Know About That Lyrics 02:50 192 3,88 ˆ0.10
20
Hustler Muzik Lyrics 02:41 192 3,70 ˆ0.10
21
Chevy Lyrics 03:02 192 4,18 ˆ0.10
22
Chop Chop Lyrics 02:55 192 4,01 ˆ0.10
23
Go Head Lyrics 02:36 192 3,56 ˆ0.10