Took Her to the O (Originally Performed by King Von) [Instrumental] - 3 Dope Brothas

Battling emptiness I try to get over this But the weight pulls me down I settle in every fear Suddenly left me here In pieces on the ground I can't see a reason To try to fight for meaning But you give me reason To know I still have meaning I'm not gonna fall for gravity 'Cause you lift me up when I can't feel I'm not gonna fall for gravity... Gravity Reason Yet another wasted breath Struggle with every step And I cannot get away But you were such a paradise Standing up a mile high Will you fall to give me strength? I can't see a reason To try to fight for meaning But you give me reason To know I still have meaning I can feel you reaching Through all the hard resistance I know that You're with me You've always got me through this I'm not gonna fall for gravity 'Cause you lift me up when I can't feel I'm not gonna fall for gravity 'Cause the world will die Trying to bring to down But your love is real... I can't see a reason To try to fight for meaning But you give me reason To know I still have meaning I'm not gonna fall for gravity 'Cause you lift me up when I can't feel I'm not gonna fall for gravity... Gravity Reason Yet another wasted breath Struggle with every step And I cannot get away But you were such a paradise Standing up a mile high Will you fall to give me strength?

Put your request in and get what you want Girl, it's whatever you want I'm on whatever you want Yeah, it ain't no pressure, girl, get what you want Yeah, I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want (We got London On Da Track) Say I'm whatever you want, yeah Tell that girl, "Give me your number" No tellin', whatever you want This dick, girl, you better be on (girl, you better be on) Talkin' my pole, the stick, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) Workin' that over shift (yeah, yeah, yeah) That shit that you want it, shit (yeah, yeah, yeah) Put it down, but you a lady (yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah Ain't no pressure, girl, have it your way Flashin' VVS all in your face Count a million cash all in your face, yeah, yeah Smokin' wherever I wanna You know who gon' put it on ya You said we could do whatever Fuck your man, say my dick better Talkin' that pole, gon' stick, yeah Workin' that over shift, yeah Your baby with you, dealin' with you Put it down, get you a Lyft, yeah Put your request in and get what you want Girl, it's whatever you want I'm on whatever you want Yeah, it ain't no pressure, girl, get what you want It's no pressure, baby Yeah, I'm on whatever you want Whatever you want I'm on whatever you want It's YG 4Hunnid 'Cause I like it, I love it I show you off to the public I got you, it's nothin' This how it go when you lustin' Yeah, yeah That pussy triple X, call me, I'll be right there, right there I'm her toy, we got stories, we get buzz like yeah, like Love you for that ass you got, you love me for dinero Usually I care about that, but I don't care though Niggas treat their side pieces better than their mains for sure So she ain't trippin' off them little things, no, no, no Stop playin', girl, what's happenin'? What's happenin'? I got that paper, I want plastic Ayy, stop playin', girl what's happenin'? Hit that request button, watch it pop up like elastic, girl I'm whippin' antidote, I'm straight out the corner store I maxed the black card and I got a lot of more Fuck on the west coast, right out there on Montrose I'm 'bout to kick some shit, I ain't talkin' punts though Bentley coupes and Royces at the front door And she got a nine, ain't talkin' Rondo Got money on his head like it's a poncho (poncho) I got money like a spread, talking dangerous I spread the money on this hoe (I spread the money on this hoe) I'm bussin' all over her homework I'm 'bout to bless her with some dome, yeah (with some dome) I'm 'bout to pass her, come and give a dog a bone, yeah (sheesh) I told the bitch, It ain't no question, gon' get what you want Put your request in and get what you want What you want, baby? Girl, it's whatever you want Tell you, I got the Maybach, I can put you in the Maybach I'm on whatever you want Yeah, yeah, I mean like, what you need? An iced out Rolex? You can get that too Yeah, it ain't no pressure, girl, get what you want Oh, you wanna be a lady? A grown lady? You want the Rolex with no diamonds? Yeah, I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I can, I can do that, girl Yeah, say she love my type, but she know she ain't ever had this She ain't ever had it like this No I ain't her man, but I'm here when she wanna get managed Shawty know she bad but she don't even know she the baddest When it come to checks, after ass, man, I don't need the fattest I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want (We got London On Da Track)

This is roll call, homeboy 1 (Ooh, that's funky, mama) 2 bad brothas (Ooh, that's funky, mama) 3 bad brothas (Ooh, that's funky, mama) 4 bad brothas (Ooh, that's funky, mama) 5 bad brothas (Ooh, that's funky, mama) 6 bad brothas Ready? Hit it [ Verse 1: ganxta r'dd ] Pong, don simone on the microphone You like the sound? don't touch the bass, homes Drop it, you can't stop it, you wish you would 'Kick it in the hood...' - you never could Good, better than bad, the new fad But your 6-4 can never touch my cad The granddad, now you call me superior You know my name, but me, i never hear of ya Rid - r-i-d, now say it backwards D-i-r, director in control respective You think you're rollin, jock holdin walkin around But the t.r.i.b.e. rides deep, so deep you might drown Now, you picked a letter You picked the r, it's time to fade the trendsetter Never, i'm just too clever, cause i'm the ganxsta To kill ya, you're the vermin, i'll drank ya Intoxicated, r rated with the content This one's so funky, gotta use it in my concert You get hurt if you try to revert to any other >from the six bad brothas 7 bad brothas 8 bad brothas 9 bad brothas 10 [ Verse 2: ganxta r'dd ] 10, chin, you give the pin to the hench men A kite was shot straight to the hit man 6 is better than 1 But six bad brothas with guns Packin 808 kick drums Bad muthaf**kas, six wanted hustlers Down for the count, we kill you with a muffler Silence - they said real bad boys move in silence But the hard loud ones are more violent I keep strollin cause of the mic i'm holdin 16 deep, so you know we rollin Doin it like gangsters, rollin like stars Busters beat up girls and tuck behind the hard Hardcore, identical to the last one All you can do is make beer runs You got it like this, we got it like that Man, y'all ain't be got no gat... Boo-yaa t.r.i.b.e. is the winnin team (Why you say that?) cause we get the loudest scream So hold your b*tch tight, cause we're all fighters, not lovers Yeah, six bad brothas 7 bad brothas 8 bad brothas 9 bad brothas 10 (Ooh, that's funky, mama) Godfather, you think they can get with t.r.i.b.e.? [ Godfather ] Na, na, na, na, na Tell em, t.r.i.b.e. [ All ] Na, na, na, na, na Godfather - a bad brotha (King roscoe) - a bad brotha (K.o.d.) - a bad brotha (E.k.a.) - a bad brotha (O.m.b.) - a bad brotha Ganxta r? dd - a bad brotha And to the t.r.i.b.e. - some bad brothas Yeah Word to the brothas [ Verse 3: ganxta r'dd ] I don't need an application for this ryhme creation A boo-yaa to ya with the rhyme reputation Multiply like a fly, opponents realize 6 bad brothas finna energize ? Rhyme sayer is what you wanna be I said a rap, he was crap, sounded more like a summary O is on the go, known to be a bragger Goin straight to all you posses like a 12" dagger Suicidal, emotion will result in disgrace A rhyme sayer, a player simply settin the pace Temperature flare to a certain degree And like a cold we got symptoms inside you will see Now our dry cell analyzed, we can't be defined Coordinated, updated with the one-track mind Yo, the mind (what is the mind?) The mind is a tool that make busters go blind Manipulator, fader, perpetrator hater Innovator, debater, operator, calculator Rap schooler, and there ain't no cooler When it comes to mc's, boo-yaa the rap rulers 1 bad brotha 2 bad brothas 3 bad brothas 4 bad brothas 5 bad brothas 6 bad brothas That's all it takes, homeboy (Ooh, that's funky, mama)