Designer Thangs (feat. Masspike Miles) - Berner & B-Real

(*Prod. by Bink!) Uhh Uhh I'm so compassionate with my compositions Check it Fascinated with foreign felines Since I was knee high This cigar got me buzzin like a beehive Fuck my old chick I'm ridin with my new thing In her blue jeans, panties like shoestrings Most wanted, I'm Bid Laden on a beat nigga Rubberband jeans saggin on my feet nigga 100 grand for the wagon and her feet nigga Black flaggin just braggin I'm a street nigga On the grind little rappers wanna eat with us Tryin to shine like birdman man teeth glitters VMA find time just to creep with her So coincidental walkin down the street with her My loose cheese scooped up the Gucci In 2 weeks I flew thru the boutiques She get her time livin when I let her go and shop Cruisin in the car click the cuban at the top Niggas know that my techs explode Down to go toe to toe before tecmo bowl Biggest boss in the game, chedder I never mind that Cause if it matter c murder would go diamond I reflect as I'm ridin in a Rolls Royce, Get respect because I give these hoes no choice Because I Because I do it So if you never seen a boss nigga, Then look at me Because I do it And they never seen a boss nigga But now they see Because I do it And I do it I-I-I-I-I And I do it Yeah so now you see what it means To be a boss cause I do it I'm the down-south Nas Click so fur Ridin with a fox as the cigar burn Niggas sell weed, niggas sell coke If I was sellin dope baby id be sellin both But I'm sellin records everything I touch gold Better yet check the record 3 million sold 2 hand guns on the writers for the shows On the road to the riches when I'm ridin on vogues I elaborate on things I only been bout Besides, we decides whos the in crowd If it's ne-yo and niggas who speakin creo But I got the prove we just keep movin kilos See the Altima it's call it terminator The exact watch only war on terminator I let her ride me like a elevator Clip another cuban as I wait to celebrate her Fascinated with foreign felines That's my design As I recline cut em like key lime We both came now it's right back to the tea time I wanna soda with no vogo and no cheap wine She told me betterer than man broke Walkin on the clouds in my second hand smoke I touched her with the seconds hand stroke Got her mind racin quicker than a Lambo 2 seater it could'ntfit tacara But I promise baby I'll be back tomorrow In a big beamer bumpin Bob Marley Listen closely and hit a woman softly

It's two a.m. in the morning and it uhh. Light showers and you're probably hookin up with that girl That's been, two-wayin you all week. Her baby daddy's out Of town so uhh, you can fuck around. It's okay to check in That Motel 6. $59.95, not a cent more, for that dirty-ass ho. Yeah. Stop by that convenience store and pick up them rubbers - Magnum I hope. This is Phazon Love and uhh, I love hoes. I just don't pay 'em! [Hook: Jagged Edge] Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Get that cut up! Oh-whooooooo, cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em [Ludacris] I'm kinda hopin that maybe you wanna kick it in the L.A.C. So later on we'll be rollin Drop-tops I'm hittin yo' hot spots I'm top notch My niggaz never listen but I told 'em When I catch you at the game runnin game at the A.U.C. That later on we'd be bonin Fat cats I'm ready to tap that so back that No wonder why you wakin up up swollen [Twista] I'm feelin you Luda', smokin my buddha, coochie recruiter Comin at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast Hit it a hour and a half, watch the spectacular splash On the back and leave it drippin down the crack of her ass Call me Mr. Magillicuddy, chasin booty off of silly puddy Killin for money, still a thug get bump; from some pokin And locomotion hittin bunnies, for threesome getcha buddy When I'm feelin scummy I love to cut [Ludacris] Tan skin so, butter soft I'm rippin the buttons off yo' - BLOUSE Smell the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I'm in yo' - HOUSE Check the ratio of men to women and women to men when down - SOUTH Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos holla while they in yo' - MOUTH So we love that k-k-k-k [Hook] [Twista] Now I got the feelin we can cut the hell out each other And I hope we be the same thang - freaks We can get the mattress goin eh-err, eh-err Handlin business while I bang bang - skeet Wash the dick off and kick off another session again I can break 'em off in the shower, kitchen flo' or the outdoors The pieces from the East is the shit And the flesh in the West is the best But Twista love them Chicago and South hoes [Ludacris] Come up out yo', negligee, freak 'em on a regular day Cum six times - but it's seven today Ludacris in the back of your Chev-e-rolet Ahh, ahh! What's my name? So magical I come and touch the game You motherfuckers really lust to gain Nothin but hatin and a look of disgust So it's must, stay Adrenaline Rush Wonderin why they don't be bustin the same [Twista] I'm clutchin my thang; Stuffin in it, strokin it down, beat the stuff up Uh-uh shorty, don't run from it She give me the booty I'm breakin it off I can tell a stab by the way that she walk Fatty flickin like it was dubs on it Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels Pullin rubbers and swishers up out your Prada bag Wanna smoke 'dro I got a bag, take a proper drag befo' I tap it I love the chicks that got a lotta ass, so we love that k-k-k-k [Hook] [Ludacris] Bubble, bubble bubbles is in the bathtub Makin you stutter from the b-body butters and backrubs It's killin me thinkin about the bottles that pop The models that swallow willin, up under my pillow stayin strapped up If it tickles in the middle from Mr. Pickles you try to escape So give me the rope you gettin wrapped up Rooty tooty so fruity and fresh, I'm fresh and fruity Ya duty's to figure the booty's gettin slapped up [Twista] I love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head How I dip up in it we can make a video But I got the radio bumpin Jagged Edge by the bed When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy Come on and dip up through the hideout with Twist' But after we do what we gon' do getcha purse and get together Because now you gots to ride out - bitch! [Ludacris] Oh 'Cris, can you - do it again, that's what they askin me Hit skins, causin catastrophes Get pinned, while me and my family Sip gin, fulfillin yo' fantasies In yo condition I'm wishin you'll take a lickin And keep on tickin from thicker thighs Finger lickin never get sick and tired, just take a look in her eyes And you can tell she's a figure five, so we love that k-k-k-k [Hook] [Jagged Edge - repeat 2X] Cut up, gettin brains, in the Range We love to cut up cause we like them freaky thangs I like it when you let me try, anythang Cause girl I ain't got nothin but time Let a nigga get a little cut up girl I come from the eighth planet in the 19th galaxy, Where the royal penis is clean, yo' majesty. Can it be, Sheila E, Appalonia, Vanity, all mad at me? I'm the Prince dick of insanity. I'm good lovin, body-rockin, Knockin boots all night long, we not stoppin. I don't care if the kids watchin, I stir it like motherfuckin Coffee brown sugar. Girls dem sugar. World class lover. Kama sutra, porno music producer. Tallywhacker is a rock hard Storm trooper with a purple helmet, made for crushin Pink cookies. Goonie goo-goo, we cut bigfoots and wookies; And fat women, because they need love too. So go on big girl, whatchu gon' do?

You start as lil' bro Then you big bro You start as lil' homie Then you big homie Niggas know me The bitches know me Salute to the Goonies Do a stick up for me When I die blow some weed Pour some liquor for me Know I keep working the whip You couldn't get up on it I've been skrting' off since nextels was chirping off Looking at the stash house Could tell you what the dirt is for I could get deeper with it Tell you what niggas murder for All this fly shit that we living for Superstitious hand is itching I'm bout to get it though Can't trust niggas The UZI is by the kitchen door Be careful what you be wishing for Well to the well is empty What is money for Can't get nothing from nothing I prove different though But never say you gettin' the money Cause they be snitchin' y'all Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack This shit is dreamy Got me weeding bout Nefertiti Bora Bora for a week When I leave Tahiti Campin' ain't' easy but the game still need me Only reason I'm around still I never got greedy The trippy thing about life Is you could live forever Keep your name good In the streets I'm tryna' do better Paper drip with sauce Yeah burnin' nice and slow Another million from the road I'm tryna buy another home I miss the jack, big forty on my lap While I'm ridin' a lot of good keep dyin' Half a pound to the neck I'ma grind tll I see the sunrise We don't rest man We don't even flex now We just feel blessed to wake up In the morning and take another breath Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack Got my bottom bitch bliffin' paper When all the neighbours got the flavor like an hour later Fuck I hate her Mind tripped in like a smoke cloud When my loud niggas have it drippin' From the joint up in my fingers Dead ringers, Rig slingers No blue dreamers Our pants are gettn' fatter while your pockets gettin' leaner Every pack of lit do bring a limoncello so much sweeter Watch these bitches change up their demeanor The grass is greener A thousand lights, ladies bouncin' by the style in sight If you lookin' for the doctor, got to know you pound 'em right It's all gas, better haul ass like you got a hall pass To the spot, payment, all cash So let me light this one and make it smell lovely No matter what you do you could never be above me I keep pushin' till the Sun sets, until the break of dawn Concentrate, I'm dabbin' to the song Mind gone Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack

Shiftin' lines from the paradigm sublime On the streets of Cali, yo what's goin' on in town Wanna see my name in lights like a star gleamin' I wanna make you feel somethin', excorcise your demons Every day's a struggle, tryna make a bundle How can you stay humble when the streets love you I got a bad habit, I'm a winning-addict Livin' in sin, tragic life is fucking short damn it Can't afford wasting time when life happens Gotta get to everyday like the days are trappening Now we worldwide, it means worlds collide And we killing everything, so rather die We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate Lost in the smoke, I knew I came from nothing Inhale, exhale like the pain is nothing Picadas drops and I need the vein conduction Toke's real cheap if it's the same for suction Turn on the beat, the feejees came from something Hit the screen, spit flame and leave you a brain concussion We all play games though none of you niggas call foul New York nigga, but you know I'm smokin' that North Cal See ya landin' in, we have the right to the board now Rather smoke four pounds than hit you with the four pound So you want juice, then visit me at the store now I was gettin toward now, before I tore, tore down Global 4G star, hit you with the full clam I got to burn it let's be real I'm wit, burnin' it be real Twenty-four-seven high is always how I be feel We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate All dedication, no education Livin' life every day like I'm on vacation Beach houses seem to be my favourite destination Fake friends, I'm sick of seeing smilin' faces Look, twenty years got him shook Another loss took, cold hearted crook What a vision I just wanna see my daughter smile Money pile in the closet man that shit is wild Love the struggle, it just made the hunger much realer I'm on top, millionaire, ex drug-dealer I bet the smoke in my lung burn much cleaner Than burnt rot with a toolie on those street-sweepers Bulletproof Cadillac that shit is presidential Pretty model bitch, got great potential Dirty money hidden all in the Renault Top dog in the game, I'm on another level We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate