Lignac (feat. R.O.C) - Jok'air & Damso

I got the rock, I'm bringin' it down So you better watch the clock, I'm scorin' any second now You can't trap me and you can't get at me Please, don't even reach, 'cos the crossover's nasty You see how I pick and roll then I spin on em' and no look down Low alley hoop then hurry up and get back on the 'Cause I'm not about to let the same thing happen to me Still shot blocks rejections Head check bad past interflection Fast break in the opposite direction Coming down with the two on one look out Swing the ball out to the wing The game in a clutch, so I put the tray up That's all day you can't stop my Jay It's NBA2K2, let's play You can't guard me, no, you can't stick me, no You can't hold me, no, you can't get me, no All day my Jay is on and all day my game is on You can't guard me, no, you can't stick me, no You can't hold me, no, you can't get me, no All day my Jay is on and all day my game is on Fast breaker, play maker, dub for double lay up We run the game, 23 won't play us It's zone D, I V couldn't Jay We couldn't get back down by the Lakers We set traps, y'all, ballers couldn't break us Start with the head faker, then I take a future Hall of Famer Too many moves, you reach and you lose Is it the shoes? The shoes, it's gotta be the shoes The crowd is screamin' with amazement Run around the screen, hit the shot while I'm fadin' Swish and one, I got the continuation, ref give em' a tech They be foulin' me flagrant I take em' outside, I take em' inside Top of the key, I take em' to the baseline To the left, crossed em' to the right Take flight, I'm doing this all night 'Cause you can't guard me, no, you can't stick me, no You can't hold me, no, you can't get me, no All day my Jay is on and all day my game is on So come on

Feat. Katrina, Nate Dogg, R.O.C., Skeeter Rock, Tigah (Skeeter Rock talking) Hey this is Skeeter Rock comin' to you live at the hip-hop barbershop I wanna give a shout out to College Park, Eastpointe, Swats, and Decatur A fellas ain't y'all sick of these hoes paging and stressing you out Right now we looking for all the ladies that got out back Whatever I'm bout, she bout that, whatever I'm on, she on that (Chorus - Katrina) Whatever you bout, I'm bout that Whatever you on, I'm on that Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at (I just wanna have some fun) Whatever you bout, I'm bout that Whatever you on, I'm on that Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at (Verse 1 - Jermaine Dupri) Uh, all around the world girls know about me Ridin' up and down old N-A-T Plates on the back say Don Chi Chi Hat bent, black Bent, lookin so fresh, so clean, I'm ridin' Same J.D., same game again Out here hittin' hoes like Cham-ber-lin And I love it when they let me come through Even bring my crew, then I'm in the wind, no stress No, where you going, no, where you been No where you at, no, who you wit (Uh) (JD and Tigah) Care free very freaky hoe, that's what I prefer (Say what) That let me come through anytime, and do what I wanna do to her (Tigah) And come on and work it on me, like it's all about you Play at your own risk, girl hugs and kiss (Kissing sound) Baby shake it up like dice Nasty and naughty, exotic and nice Home alone, girl hit me on that Nextel J. on the other end, she waiting to exhale Cop a baby L blat, do as, I'm bangin' in that back She got pictures of me, bangin' in that back So we gon', laze up, in my tunes And lock up for days in a hotel room Pull the pink thong to the West (West) Prepare to insert billy bong in ya chest And get full of smoke just like Chris-tian List-en, cause I forgot to men-tion Ain't no shit bumpin' like this one Girlfriend lets relieve some ten-sion, girl I hear you saying (Chorus - Katrina) Whatever you bout, I'm bout that Whatever you on, I'm on that Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at (I just wanna have some fun) Whatever you bout, I'm bout that Whatever you on, I'm on that Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at (R.O.C. talking w/ last 2 lines of chorus) Yeah we on that, let's do it, uh (Verse 2 - R.O.C.) Lord knows, flows, I kick expose Hoes, get 'em right out of they clothes Never knew she was so disgustin' Fuckin, suckin' discussing over lunch and With her girlfriend, how I bangs it in For seven, four, O, I, L, N Head so compellin', I'm tellin' Every nigga that I know then I'm bailin' Soon as I screw one, then I'm choosin' A new one, so it's never no confusion My solution, is distribution One I require, this kids retire Retails, mines, females, mines Heartbreaks, yours, broads gettin' divorced But of course, now if you bout what I'm bout Then bring me dough and cook my dope in ya house (Nate Dogg) I smell somethin' fishy baby, that ain't ya breath I pass on the pussy you can suck it and step Swallow all the juice until it ain't nothin' left She ain't that fine, but she does it the best Westside riders, do what they want Dogg Pound Gang ain't afraid, to dump We never hesitate to give 'em just what they want When I'm in the ATL, baby don't front She knows I got a girl, whatever She knows I fucked her girl, whatever She knows it's a one-night stand, whatever (Whatever) She knows I can't be her man, whatever Westside riders, they be mobbin' wit J.D. Oooooh, homeboy T-I-G Southside riders, Nate Dogg and R.O.C. Oooooh, we'er the best you'll ever see

Ay ma, could we talk about you hopin' the flight No moonwalkin', good to see Gotti, they droppin' the price Now look at miss hotty, rockin' the ice Used to be rockin' the Nike's, now it's Prada for life I'm in the ATL club and wit crazy hoes Most of 'em hot, but most of 'em J.D. hoes Ay ma, I wanna know what's poppin' I'm tryna give you this cock from Rockland's hot man Shorty is tryna talk too much I might say slick shit just to toss you up By the end of the night, I'm tryna toss you up So fuck what you tell me We could get it crackin' wit this bottle of Belve Cranberry and mix, show me how you movin' them lips I'ma show you how I move in the six, I gotta sweet top, floor to twist We could fuck all night, 'til this young nigga bruise them hips, c'mon I gotta get some Shorty I ain't trippin' we could do whatever ya like I gotta get some We could see a movie, go to dinner by the end of the night I gotta get some If I came on too forward sorry that's just how it is I gotta get some I don't know about you it's after 12, gotta get it, get it I gotta get some Listen, uh, It ain't me if I don't hit the spot and drop paper It's in my nature, the one to fuckin' not date ya See some niggas got the game in a twist Lettin' hoes come over eat, drink, and split shit Not me, first date, first night I'm knockin' bitches out like if my name was Rocky Got me, fucked up, if y'all think I'm gone Drink all day and I take you home You see I only like the women who be dressed right In my S tight, I think I just might Pimp her, before I dig her Never meant no pretender Jersey representer Give her, gray gooses, buttons unloosen Touch, and seducin', ecstasy and ducin' The Coupe and she'll never see the crib Now ain't it good that my Benz seats foldin', uh I gotta get some Shorty I ain't trippin' we could do whatever ya like I gotta get some We could see a movie, go to dinner by the end of the night I gotta get some If I came on too forward sorry that's just how it is I gotta get some I don't know about you it's after 12, gotta get it, get it I gotta get some I gotta get some Shorty I ain't trippin' we could do whatever ya like I gotta get some We could see a movie, go to dinner by the end of the night I gotta get some If I came on too forward sorry that's just how it is I gotta get some I don't know about you it's after 12, gotta get it, get it I gotta get some

Featuring snopp doggy dogg r.o.c. warren g Biiiiiiiiiach What cha wanna do We're the legion of doom Warren g: 1472 is the same cut throat and locs And plenty dopes can you cope You can call me count chocula I control all the bitches chi chi control the riches And fly surf the snitches Snoop doggy dogg: Look up in the sky as the fly My herion wip clip on hip now trip on this A bunch of outlaws try to take my town Set up shop, run me out, and cut me down And how that safe, when i'm the illa-superhero Born and raised on that muthafucking underground Brrrrbrrrrbrrrr stick 'em, ha haha stick 'em Try to catch me slip 'em but now you about to be my victim I'm not aquaman but a aqua-boogie I'm sorta like a monster, chasin' cookies And i spin a web any size you can call me to fly I walk walls and this is for all my dogs (Woof!) I'm like the wonder twins, my style activates The many niggas get in it and try to paper hate It's fly, the rider maine and ri (man, man) I do it like a muthafucking rider And i represent all the time and I represent the mad ass fuckin' eastside (Eastside) -look out, look out, come out Cause here comes the rider man (Rider man), nigga Jermaine dupri: I rock the blue cake on 'em, drop the weight on 'em The more they hate, the more i elevate on 'em I swerve and collect, serve and protect Never hit the streets without the ice on my neck I'm all about partying, hoes, and getting paper They call me chi-chi and do it up cape crusader Contact through the frame no mistakes To bank rules back in town and it's on us to shut 'em down Now fly what cha wanna do (nigga what) Snoop doggy dogg: Let's put this shit down my lil' homey mr. turner with the murder He got my back you know he put me up on game When they get up, they getting lite up, heat that shit up Enough sed, don't tell it, jus sell it We blowin' in the wind and we gunna ride til' we win Young soldier stickin' to it we put the folger It's your turn gone get on up and get the light And don't forget to grab your strap Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't It's the legion of doom ain't a damn thing changed Keep it safe and sound, get it locked down And you don't have to worry when we in your town R.o.c.: Just a young muthafucker from the street Forced to be a g-angsta, knock-knock with a glock, pump-pump answer Throw your hands up nigga, yeah death's a callin Went from petty deaf bank robber straight to ballin' Stop with us, walk with us as we bust through The doors 40's fallin' like parts in us off in dust Steroes got many hoes in, plenty dope plus we fly as fuck Duct tape while room up, toe tag 'em Have him feel the strength of a black magnum Body bag him, nobody is as bad as them As shown as them, set kissed like fm Life in 1-4-7 to the deuce, right then I slipped in the bullet-proof suit And swoop down on the bank ruler with the gats Waiting for the permission to cancel his ass Handle his ass I love to see his guts and his blood spill And cracked up as i drugged as i rise flying up high with a 45 If a red demon in it from the sky Drop and i put the barrel right between his eyes And said you fuck with the legion and now you must die We serve and protect all the hustlers And g's from the west to the north, south and back to the east Look up in the sky (in the sky) No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) When we in your town (in your town) Look up in the sky (in the sky) No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) And you won't have to worry when we in your town (in your town...) Fade

Featuring keith sweat r.o.c. I'm feelin' that 2x is you wit' me? I'm the type you see at the bar fresh buyin' it up And every girl i talk to yeah i'm tryin' to cut I tell'em all i'm chi chi and it's nice to meet ya Real quick i tell how she got all the right features The jams come on and the glasses get refilled We dance and watch the relations build Now i'm all up in her ear and she listenin' At the same time, watchin' how a nigga glistenin' Bling! bling! i'm thinkin' it's bout time to go Get the b out of valet and start the late night show Niggas hate, i know but i don't stop i shine I'm in the club every week, same place, same time Same thing on the mind, party! party! So the hell with all that, we tryin' to find somebody The right kind 'fore the lights come off Shit, i'm tryin' to take sumpin' home Now if i buy you a drink and you drink it up Then, uh, you goin' home with me (and all my niggas say) And if you talkin' at a party and we talk too much Then, uh, we goin' home with me Now if you came with a friend that don't wanna do my man Then you need to give her your keys Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard? Now, is it because my name's jermaine? no It's all about how i kick my game, you know? I just flow with it, spend a little dough with it Entertain, before you know, i'm in your brain doing my thang Tellin' you how good you smell Send you up for a drop top cruise through the a-t-l Now when they tipsy, it's risky, you don't know what you facin' Fuck around and end up like anthony mason So i let'em know a few things before we leave Like, "it's true, i tapes damn near everything" So don't even think about lyin', baby Or try baby, to set me up for rape cause it's all on tape Where you said put the cake How you fed me the grapes What i did with the ice that made you shake, shake Now when the night's over and the girl is gone I'm back up in the club singin' the same damn song Now, walk in, i'm the grown man that you figure to trick But i'm feelin' your dress, girl and lovin' your hips But i'm buggin' off this, "why you stuck on the wrist?" Golddigger, huh, mommy? oh, you ain't that bitch? Ain't that some shit? suddenly, you hugs and kisses Gotta be the dough you holdin' so obvious wit' it I get g's to flash, t.v.'s in the dash See sinbad, watchin' vibe, ladies clockin' to ride Luxury flows, lengerie hoes, r.o.c. hit'em mo' than jose conseco Uh, rbi's, orange top fly, the brown skin, slim The nice braids, brown eyes R.o.c.'s stay pimpin' from jersey to richmond Y'all playas waitin' to ball like 6th men I'm done with the game, point spread by a hundred Speakin' of hundreds, five's is a nice way to slide it, let's ride

Money, money dans la pocket Flouze Oui-oui Thug, bandit, tu connais nos vies La rue, les profits, tout l'champ des possibles Jeune millionnaire, plus dans la bibi Excellent noir comme Carter et Diddy Concert à Tunis, concert à Alger J'fais l'tour du monde, juste en niquant des madre Détails ont grossi, la street a changé Bonne qualité, mais y finit par balancer J'aime pas la police, pour une seule raison Ils ont fait pleurer ma mère à la maison Pourquoi j'suis nerveux? Pourquoi j'ai fumé? Pourquoi ma vie devient celle que je voulais? Stoner, j'défie marie-jeanne le soir Vivre ses rêves en Enfer est un cauchemar Ils ont changé, veulent qu'on fasse semblant de rien Ils m'ont tendu, obligé d'rompre les liens Money, money dans la pocket (uh) (ah ouais?) Money, money dans la pocket (uh) (pocket, pocket) Le flouze Flouze (ou-ouh) Eh Il m'faut ma dose, dose (la gue-dro) Il m'faut ma dose, dose (la gue-dro) Ils veulent ma peau, mes lovés (la moula) Pourtant j'ai rien fait d'mauvais (jamais) (eh) Il m'faut ma dose, dose (la gue-dro) Il m'faut ma dose, dose (la gue-dro) Ils veulent ma peau, mes lovés (la moula) Pourtant j'ai rien fait d'mauvais (jamais) (eh) Il m'faut ma dose, dose Il m'faut ma dose, dose (la gue-dro) Ils veulent ma peau, mes lovés Pourtant j'ai rien fait d'mauvais (hey) Il m'faut ma dose, dose Il m'faut ma dose, dose (la gue-dro) Ils veulent ma peau, mes lovés (la moula) Pourtant j'ai rien fait d'mauvais (jamais) Non, jamais Sku, hey Yes, sku (eh) La gue-dro Nwaar (eh) Les réseaux font de nous des prisonniers Du regard des autres et des évadés Du regard des fautes qu'on veut s'épargner Miroir de mots sont trop échangés, tiroir d'ego veut pas s'renfermer Calbar en feu, remords reportés sa mère J'm'en veux de t'avoir démarré, parfois c'est mieux d'pas tout réparer La mer en deux va s're-séparer, (j'vais la fumer sans la détailler-) Money, money dans la pocket (uh) Money, money dans la pocket (pocket, pocket) Le flouze Flouze (ou-ouh) Eh Il m'faut ma dose, dose (la gue-dro) Il m'faut ma dose, dose (la gue-dro) Ils veulent ma peau, mes lovés (la moula) Pourtant j'ai rien fait d'mauvais (jamais) Il m'faut ma dose, dose (la gue-dro) Il m'faut ma dose, dose (la gue-dro) Ils veulent ma peau, mes lovés (la moula) Pourtant j'ai rien fait d'mauvais (jamais) Il m'faut ma dose, dose (la gue-dro) Il m'faut ma dose, dose (la gue-dro) Ils veulent ma peau, mes lovés (la moula) Pourtant j'ai rien fait d'mauvais (jamais) (hey) Il m'faut ma dose, dose (la gue-dro) Il m'faut ma dose, dose (la gue-dro) Ils veulent ma peau, mes lovés (la moula) Pourtant j'ai rien fait d'mauvais (jamais) (hey) Dis-moi qu'c'est pas moi, mais qu'c'est la vie que j'mène (uh) Dis-moi qu'c'est pas moi, mais qu'c'est la vie que j'mène

Elle aime quand j'lui prends les fesses par le jean J'parle pour de vrai, pas de films Je n'veux pas briser ton cœur, c'est débile J'la saute comme si j'venais tout droit des îles Les autres négros veulent s'la faire pour la frime Oh, baby, on, slow, slow, woh, oh, oh On slow, oh, oh, oh Elle veut qu'j'la bang comme un gun Baby, j'vais t'donner du fun Ne me parle pas de ton keum Ne me parle pas de ton keum J'reviendrai t'voir à l'occas' J'te laisserai conduire ma Mas' J'te laisserai conduire ma Mas' Je sais qu'tu veux m'aimer, je sais qu'tu veux m'aimer, je sais Je sais qu'tu veux baiser, je sais qu'tu veux baiser avec moi Je sais qu'tu veux rouler, je sais qu'tu veux rouler avec moi Baby, on slow, slow, oh, oh, oh Slow, woh, oh, woh Slow, slow, woh, oh, oh Baby, on, slow, slow, oh, oh, oh Elle déshabille ses émotions, maquille toutes ses intentions Ton cœur demanderait réparation pour toutes mes déclarations Baignons nous dans les larmes de l'ivresse J'ai d'la bonne beuh pour qu'ça s'passe en finesse Virginité émotionnelle Faux circoncis car j'te baiserai quand même Les dames et les jouvencelles à concours de jupons de la basse-cour Tes boyaux rejettent ma semence Demandent si y'avait pas deux, trois trous J'suis trop nul à chier dans la romance Un peu comme les blagues de Canteloup Tu veux d'l'amour et d'la violence Mais entre nous deux il n'y aura jamais de nous J'préfère te voir en photo car t'es plus bonne en faux J'me présente D.A.M.S.O, sur ton corps il n'y a plus de veto Dans tes fesses, je suis entre Dans mon cœur tu n'es qu'entre parenthèses J'passe ma main sur tes hanches Tu ressens chaleur dont glaciale est neige Dans tes fesses je suis entre Dans mon cœur tu n'es qu'entre parenthèses J'passe ma main sur tes hanches Tu ressens chaleur dont glaciale est neige Att... Laisse un peu j'vais tester un truc Juste un dernier, dernier, dernier verre après c'est tout Bédo weed dans le veau-cer j'suis complètement ailleurs Juste un dernier, dernier, dernier verre après promis c'est tout Bédo weed dans le veau-cer j'suis complètement ailleurs Ailleurs, ailleurs, ailleurs Bédo weed dans le veau-cer j'suis complètement ailleurs Ailleurs, ailleurs, ailleurs Baby, on slow, slow, oh, oh, oh Slow, woh, oh, oh

Eh, eh Tombé love Eh J'me ramollis, j'suis tombé love Fais le 911, j'crois qu'un gangster est tombé love Evidemment, tu poses des questions, tu dis que Dems jamais, O.G. fume, fait de l'argent D'la moula, pense à rien d'autre, mais J'me ramollis, j'suis tombé love Fais le 911, j'crois qu'un gangster est tombé love Hollywood, j'me fais des films, j'rêve les yeux grands ouverts, j'plane oh god, non, j'pars en vrai La drogue est visser, un bédo, j'tire une grosse taff Oh God, j'crois qu'j'me ramollis, j'suis tombé love Fais le 911, j'crois qu'un gangster est tombé love J'me ramollis, j'suis tombé love Fais le 911, j'crois qu'un gangster est tombé love Love, love Love, love Love, love Love, love Ok, va dire à mama qu't'as rencontré l'homme de ta vie P'tite punchline zarma romantique, j'crois qu'ça y est Eclaboussure sur des lèvres, enchanté de revivre Mon lifestyle, gicler sur des 'tasses dans l'palais Pour toi, j'pourrais même revendre du te-shi, ouais Pour toi j'pourrais même parler aux keufs, non, j'mens (non) Pour toi, j'arrêtai d'mettre dans les sses-fe (ouais) Pour toi, j'crois qu'j'pourrais dire qu't'es ma meuf quand j'sors Merde, j'me ramollis, j'suis tombé love Fais le 911, j'crois que le gangster est tombé love J'me ramollis, j'suis tombé love Fais le 911, j'crois qu'un gangster est tombé love Love, love Love, love Love, love Love, love (Merde, j'me ramollis, j'suis tombé love)