Eightball MJG lyrics
Eightball MJG lyrics
"Armed Robbery Lyrics"
Keep On Lovin' Lyrics
[intro] Uh-huh (keep loving) Uh-huh (you baby) In atlantic city (yeah) Where all the girls at baby This song goes out To all the women in the club at night (sing it for me, sing it for me) Lemme see you with your hands And your glasses in the air (sing it for me, baby) You're the kind of girl Every brotha wants And needs in their life, yeah yeah
(Eightball)
Eightball will come out hard with the gangsta lean
gold smile for the women that be jockin' the green
i'm a pimpster
not a trick on a stroll
ya gotta pimp that thang and keep a trick on hold
stay on top of the worldwit a gun in ya hand
take control of a woman and fear no man
it be hard for me to see a day with outkast
if you got it and I don't I'll blast your asswith the quickness
because a pimp don't play
I got to work on top of my game and think of ways to get payed
born in the Mound, down, deep in the south
with the brothers with the curls and gold teeth in they mouth
and the cheverolet impalas with the craters and vogues
fo'teef, with the yak, smokin' fat mac indo
fall up in the club with the pimps, the tone
gotta tuck in my pants, y
gotta family in Memphis, gotta gang in Texas
T-Money in the Jag and JB in the Lexus
cystiff, grip tight nine in the studio
or...
I'm comin' out hard
Chorus:
Hard out, Hard out,
Comin' out, Hard
Hard out, Hard out,
Hard,
Hard out, Hard out,
Comin' out, hard,
Hard out, Hard out
(MJG)
MJG description a brotha
and one who tends to always keep his business undercover
but still I wind up in the middle of a click
some I heard, he heard, she heard,
should I continue to listen to the rumors, the garbage
trick, I ain't for this, sucka let's start this ruffness
wait trick you missed, I hit darker, into the sleeper
now you feeling weaker
man don't slip when you think you got backup <
punked out, backed out
way low headin' to the front do'
sneaking out real slow
how ya feel now?
what's wrong, what's the matter
mama never told you not to play with those rappers
MJG got loose in the 9 deuce
but for the 9 tre the pimps don't play way
I'ma stay true
some of ya'll goin' tre
some of ya'll i'ma lay
some of ya'll i'ma hate
but see I'm in it to win it
lining up for a party
just to consider it a job, for me to come out, damn, hard
Chorus
(Eightball)
I gotta come out hard as hell just like the life I lead
cool, feed on the next brotha's greed
J-Smooth cuttin' up, lil' Hank gettin' buck
killers be shootin' up suckas with no gut
I'm scoping bg bucks, looking for the payoff
living like a pimpster, checking everyday off
riding through the hood with my homies gettin' smoked out
fall up in the mall, let my hoe stro' loked out
cool, calm and collective, comin' out hard
MJG count it down
(MJG)
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
1, don't
2, make me
3, go off
suckas gettin' stuck up in the face
tryin' to amaze, somebody else, but they find that it don't pay
i'm gonna keep, droppin' tracks, smokin fat-mack hay,
in the ash tray, 3 quarts, put away
gat on the table cause i'ma able, i'ma keep it
right up on the shelf, where I know that I can reach it
my mind is a weapon, cause I'm smart from the start
MJG...(pimps don't play from the 9 tre)
comin' out hard
Chorus
[intro] Uh-huh (keep loving) Uh-huh (you baby) In atlantic city (yeah) Where all the girls at baby This song goes out To all the women in the club at night (sing it for me, sing it for me) Lemme see you with your hands And your glasses in the air (sing it for me, baby) You're the kind of girl Every brotha wants And needs in their life, yeah yeah
(Eightball)
Eightball will come out hard with the gangsta lean
gold smile for the women that be jockin' the green
i'm a pimpster
not a trick on a stroll
ya gotta pimp that thang and keep a trick on hold
stay on top of the worldwit a gun in ya hand
take control of a woman and fear no man
it be hard for me to see a day with outkast
if you got it and I don't I'll blast your asswith the quickness
because a pimp don't play
I got to work on top of my game and think of ways to get payed
born in the Mound, down, deep in the south
with the brothers with the curls and gold teeth in they mouth
and the cheverolet impalas with the craters and vogues
fo'teef, with the yak, smokin' fat mac indo
fall up in the club with the pimps, the tone
gotta tuck in my pants, y
The Marriage Machine Lyrics
There will be days We'll be in each others way Down each others throats Like you wouldn't believe But then who was it said Married life begins in bed And ends up somewhat disparagingly You say to me that you love me truly I say to you likewise I feel just the same But then who really knows When two people get that close That their feelings to each other Won't c
a step to me and it's on There will be days We'll be in each others way Down each others throats Like you wouldn't believe But then who was it said Married life begins in bed And ends up somewhat disparagingly You say to me that you love me truly I say to you likewise I feel just the same But then who really knows When two people get that close That their feelings to each other Won't c
gotta family in Memphis, gotta gang in Texas
T-Money in the Jag and JB in the Lexus
cystiff, grip tight nine in the studio
or...
I'm comin' out hard
Chorus:
Hard out, Hard out,
Comin' out, Hard
Hard out, Hard out,
Hard,
Hard out, Hard out,
Comin' out, hard,
Hard out, Hard out
(MJG)
MJG description a brotha
and one who tends to always keep his business undercover
but still I wind up in the middle of a click
some I heard, he heard, she heard,
should I continue to listen to the rumors, the garbage
trick, I ain't for this, sucka let's start this ruffness
wait trick you missed, I hit darker, into the sleeper
now you feeling weaker
man don't slip when you think you got backup <
The Big Faced Girl Lyrics
She stood at the door with a box full of trash. She asked me my name so I paid her in cash. She said she was lonely and I didn't care. Her face got so big, there was no room for hair. She wore out her welcome and gave me her card. It said, "I'm a stranger and I've seen your yard
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looking for some help but ya boys just slacked up She stood at the door with a box full of trash. She asked me my name so I paid her in cash. She said she was lonely and I didn't care. Her face got so big, there was no room for hair. She wore out her welcome and gave me her card. It said, "I'm a stranger and I've seen your yard
punked out, backed out
way low headin' to the front do'
sneaking out real slow
how ya feel now?
what's wrong, what's the matter
mama never told you not to play with those rappers
MJG got loose in the 9 deuce
but for the 9 tre the pimps don't play way
I'ma stay true
some of ya'll goin' tre
some of ya'll i'ma lay
some of ya'll i'ma hate
but see I'm in it to win it
lining up for a party
just to consider it a job, for me to come out, damn, hard
Chorus
(Eightball)
I gotta come out hard as hell just like the life I lead
cool, feed on the next brotha's greed
J-Smooth cuttin' up, lil' Hank gettin' buck
killers be shootin' up suckas with no gut
I'm scoping bg bucks, looking for the payoff
living like a pimpster, checking everyday off
riding through the hood with my homies gettin' smoked out
fall up in the mall, let my hoe stro' loked out
cool, calm and collective, comin' out hard
MJG count it down
(MJG)
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
1, don't
2, make me
3, go off
suckas gettin' stuck up in the face
tryin' to amaze, somebody else, but they find that it don't pay
i'm gonna keep, droppin' tracks, smokin fat-mack hay,
in the ash tray, 3 quarts, put away
gat on the table cause i'ma able, i'ma keep it
right up on the shelf, where I know that I can reach it
my mind is a weapon, cause I'm smart from the start
MJG...(pimps don't play from the 9 tre)
comin' out hard
Chorus