The Hey Dude Theme Ringtones

(Hey, hey, hey, hey) बाँध कफ़न हम सर पे चले हैं खा के क़सम हम घर से चले हैं सर जो उठे हैं नहीं झुकेंगे देख ले दुनिया, देखे ज़माना पड़ेगा भारी सामने आना हम तो हैं ज़िद्दी नहीं रुकेंगे हिम्मत भी है, ताक़त भी है और जीत की चाहत भी है टकराओगे तो मिट जाओगे के हम लोग हैं दीवाने Hey dude, don't mess with me Hey dude, don't mess with me Hey dude, don't mess with me Hey dude, don't mess with me (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) जब से तमन्ना जाग गई है दिल में हमारे आग लगी है आग ये हमने ख़ुद ही लगाई ध्यान में है बस एक निशाना कह जो दिया है करके दिखाना आप-पार की अब है लड़ाई जो तन-बदन, जो जान है सब जीत पर क़ुर्बान है हम कौन हैं, हम कैसे हैं निकले हैं हम दिखाने Hey dude, don't mess with me Hey dude, don't mess with me Hey dude, don't mess with me Hey dude, don't mess with me (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) हक़ से हमारा दिल कहता है "जग वालों को दिखा दें" हम जो भी चाहें कर सकते हैं कर लें जो हम इरादे हम आँधियों को मुट्ठी में लेंगे हम तो समंदरों पर चलेंगे पूरे करेंगे हमने किए हैं जितने भी ख़ुद से वादे (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) बाँध कफ़न हम सर पे चले हैं खा के क़सम हम घर से चले हैं सर जो उठे हैं नहीं झुकेंगे देख ले दुनिया, देखे ज़माना पड़ेगा भारी सामने आना हम तो हैं ज़िद्दी नहीं रुकेंगे हिम्मत भी हैं, ताक़त भी है और जीत की चाहत भी है टकराओगे तो मिट जाओगे के हम लोग हैं दीवाने Hey dude, don't mess with me Hey dude, don't mess with me Hey dude, don't mess with me Hey dude, don't mess with me (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) Don't mess with me

You're constantly askin me for somethin And when I say no you get mad, and you be wonderin Am I tryna act funny (no!) about some money I got you baby, you wanna share it with Sonny Well it ain't that much, and what I got I really need it I can't be givin Diana my dollars like Billy Dee did Keep your own hair fixed, get your own nails done Make your own money in case I don't have none But maybe you're hopin I'm a star and you might feel I'll pay a note on your car or a light bill Didn't catch it when you asked me did I come in a benz And did I have enough room for you & some of your friends, but Then it hit me You was bout tryna get some money, yup straight bullshit me (no!) Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met And you ain't even gave ya boy no pussy yet But if I asked you to suck on my dick, bitch Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) And if I asked you to help on my rent, bitch Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) You like to smoke all the time All my weed, ya eyes lower than mine But shit I ain't trippin, I bought a couple of dranks To get you drunk, dig in ya pussy and get my knuckles to stank A couple of bucks for your tank, yeah I'm cool with that But after I give you this cigarette and you keep askin for shit I'mma ask you if you think it is a lack of respect To pull out my dick and put it on the back of your neck Cuz see these women'll wait, bitches'll beg And 50, 60 dollars just might get you some head But I'd rather spend my money on some weed and wine It seems pussy should be free, ain't no need in buyin it Why don't you go half with me? But just like I thought, you was out to bullshit me Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met And you still ain't gave ya boy no pussy yet But if I asked you to suck on my dick, bitch Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) And if I asked you to rub on your clit, bitch Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) Now you asked me to buy you some gear You said you was tired of wearin the same bullshit all year Them big ol titties and ass is what you use to catch Niggas to buy expensive clothes with shoes to match I'll get some booze and a sack and we can hit the Kings Flea market shop till we drop, I'll probably get you a ring Around your collar want some dollars, hell I'll just foot the bill Give you a new pearl necklace and some polish for your grill I'm glad that I can satisfy the women with needs But when you want too much I'll put Jimmy up in you then leave I got three minutes left on my phone card Times are tougher than my dick when I'm on hard Can't do nothin for a bitch who can't do nothin for herself But you tryna squeeze a nigga until there's nothin left Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met And you still ain't gave ya boy no pussy yet But if I asked you to suck on my dick, bitch Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) Or help me to get my transmission fixed, bitch Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!)

I can't stand (I can't stand) stupid bitches I keep away, they ain't ridin (my bone) Have no plans (no plans) with stupid bitches I tend to stray from stupid bitches

Rolling up another Swisha, listening to the beat again Dranking but we concentrating, smoke another Sweet again Steadily rewinding trying to make some hot shit (Oh what a job this is) Another all nighter trying to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit (Oh what a job this is) Dranking yet I'm thinking of another rhyme Smoking, hoping that some bad news will come some other time Cause I'm trying to do what I love, I love what I do This music is something mo' different than the weed and the brew That's why we mashing we ain't asking for nothing we working for it Push it, peddle it to the people they can't ignore it This is for all the independents, a few major labels The big studios who still give niggas favors On the mixing and mastering Puzzling and plastering the tracks together On tapes, CDs, wax or whatever This is for all the engineers who smoke weed Can't forget about the production costs and all the hidden fees For another rhyme written, we spend time spitting in the booth Sometimes it's like a pigeon coop But it's all for the cause, so I'm Gonna continue to MC and smoke weed, you know I'm Rolling up another Swisha, listening to the beat again Dranking but we concentrating, smoke another Sweet again Steadily rewinding trying to make some hot shit Oh what a job this is Another all nighter trying to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit Oh what a job this is As easy as it looks to you I make it look so easy With the music I be making the impression I be leaving A lot of folks they stop and stare, thinking Im'a trick it off I roll another bleezy, puff it, pass it and shake it off Move on to the next phase and it's amazing The next generation of rappers, big Snoop Dogg raising That's fifteen years in the game Still got the fortune and fame, yeah I'm doing my thang Check this Devin Somebody said that real Gs to go heaven So I'mma keep spitting the truth on these fools like a reverend Stay open like 7-11 that's 24/7 When you need some hot shit stop by and get you a beverage I'm serving, my rhymes like nickels and dimes Plug it in, let it play and let me blow your mind It's the dominant conglomerate prominent and I'mma get What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob to the beat Rolling up another Swisha, listening to the beat again Dranking but we concentrating, smoke another Sweet again Steadily rewinding trying to make some hot shit Oh what a job this is Another all nighter trying to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit Oh what a job this is We work nights, we some vampires Niggas gather round the beat like a campfire Singing folk songs, but not no Kumbaya my Lord You download it for free, we get charged back for it I know you're saying, they won't know, they won't miss it Besides, I ain't a thief, they won't pay me a visit So if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob And take a couple kernels off it that would be alright with you Hell no, yeah exactamundo But we just keep recording and it ain't to get no condo And Candy Bentley fanny with no panties in Miami And that cute lil' chick named Tammy that you took to the Grammys See we do it for that boi that graduated That looked you in your eyes real tough and said 'preciate it And that he wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for your CD number nine And he's standing with his baby momma Kiki and she crying talkinbout That they used to get high to me in high school And they used to make love to me in college Then they told me 'bout they first date, listening to my tunes And how he, like to finger nail polish I say hate to cut you off but I gotta go I wish you could tell me mo' but I'm off to the studio, gotta write tonight Hey, can you put us in your raps I don't see why not Devin it's the Dude you gon' probably hear him talking bout Rolling up another Swisha, listening to the beat again Dranking but we concentrating, smoke another Sweet again Steadily rewinding trying to make some hot shit Oh what a job this is Another all nighter trying to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit Oh what a job this is Yeah, this life we live. What a job this is. Real spit man A lot of folks want to walk in these shoes but they just don't know man It's a hell of a job, man To be a rapper, MC, whatever you want to call it, man We got a lot to deal with. Family members we gotta always look out for Baby momma nagging, you knowImsaying kids need this And then again the public need that, we gotta make hot music Cause if it ain't hot it don't mean shit But you know, it's all in a day's work What a job this is my nigga What's crack-a-lacking Devin the Dizzude Snoop D-O dub, J Prince, Jazz Prince Yeah, Rap-A-Lot still on top. 2007

It ain't easy to get a piece of mind lately Bunch of grown ass men, little crybabies They wanna live like me, with their hands out But ain't shit free I started with a half ounce I worked miracles with that bag I seen killers turn snitch, when shit go bad I don't wanna make my little girl miss her dad So much work in the car I hadn't pissed my pants We was right in Wyoming, about to pass Cheyenne Two unmarked cars on our ass Shit's crazy, real d-boy stories I remember being broke, we don't live past 40 these days Got to go and get it Cant expect shit to come to you Streets you got to hit it Dont wait for no one what you're gonna do Got to go and get it Peoples problems tend to run to you It's up to you to fix it Story of a hustler Since we tell stories true homie On some shit you never knew homie Momma was a trap star South bay flipping bricks from fast cars You see it in my genetics From me to go out and get it Being broke is pathetic In the hole with no credit That don't forget it so that i never go back Scared of the dark im stacking these packs Keep them as its elevated On the lemonade and key lime sub line Still so fucking faded Almost forgot the last 3 lines Got to go and get it Cant expect shit to come to you Streets you got to hit it Dont wait for no one what you're gonna do Got to go and get it Peoples problems tend to run to you It's up to you to fix it Story of a hustler They say we're old school They say we're veterans They say we're seasoned Some say that we're legends But to get older am I scared or what Yesterday I saw some grey hair on my nuts Cuts and scratches now don't exist Sluts and bitches got good gold on their wrist Shits a little different Change comes with time But they can do what they want to do I'mma still get mine Grind is a way that will never get old Getting high and doing shows until im 74 And if it's positive I'm ready to go If you're blowing then I'm ready smoke Ready to burn Ready to learn Ready to earn Ready to move Ready to groove Devin the Dude Got to go and get it Cant expect shit to come to you Streets you got to hit it Dont wait for no one what you're gonna do Got to go and get it Peoples problems tend to run to you It's up to you to fix it Story of a hustler

(Feat. Devin the Dude) [Chamillionaire] Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh Just believe, something real freaky's going down Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh Take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh Please do not disturb, on the door you see that sign [Hook] Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I'm really feeling you If you can keep a secret, then I'll keep a secret too And this is what we'll do I'll, be your number two I can let you feel on me, if you just let me feel on you Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I know you got a man Your undercover lover, I can be your back up plan And we can just pretend we're, nothing more than friends The sex will never end, that way everybody wins [Chamillionaire] Their dorms, their college, their brains share knowledge I tip toe through the back do', and no one gon' hear about it And if your boo try to search you, and any clue get spotted I hope the lipstick, that is smeared on your top lip is not it Naw we don't sip Hpnotiq, we sipping Henny and some Crimevicts So take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind Your body's calling me informing me, that you're freakier than normally Birthday suit has been worn for me, latex condom put on for me Protection in the briefcaser, plenty of lead with no eraser Trojan Man gotta be safer, ladies that plot for my treat paper Watching a man while he chase her, trying to figure out whether she faithful But the minute that he takes her, break them C-H-I-C taker He running round like he gangsta, don't think your girl can't get lead To the edge of the bedspread, hungry for sex she can get fed Spread her legs or get fed head, she's wearing that yellow pink thong She's got her wedding ring on, but it still never seems wrong, Koopa [Hook] [Chamillionaire] See getting money's like sex, and I'm having a manage G Gold diggers can't F' with me, like I'm having a manage me A hoe see the ice and she start trippin', like your broad can't skeet Koopa get a hot steamy ain't creamy, but uh-naw it ain't T If it's her first time with me, she'll do her thang like she knew me Can't stand a bourgie hoe, a bourgie hoe can't enthuse me or amuse me Can't stand a groupie, cause a groupie's purpose is usually to use me They usually hop on the next dick, when they see 50 Cent or Juve Who he that's Koopa, but he look like 50 Cent oh yeah Well G-G-G-G-ge-ge-ge-get the hell out of here yeah If this ain't just about the sex, don't waste your time Money jewelry and fame, should be the last thing on your mind You steady trying to be like them, Chamillion trying to be like Ben Franklin Cause a girl that I think is feeling me, say she like him aaah Don't worry naw, Koopa not disappointed I look to' as the do', stick my finger out like this and point it Leave, with me it's a ghetto version of Girls Gone Wild Niggas probably heard our sound, gotta use a very large towel To stick under the do' she's moaning, trying to wake up any sleep takers Screamin' obscenities at me, she got a foul mouth like she T. Draper Sheet shaker heat maker, wanna be down then I replace her Cameras'll get your cart I'm smart, you will not ever see the taper What we did let me lace ya, up in some game while she take a Sip of the Henny or a skeet taste of, some of this Rum minus the chaser yeah [Hook] [Chamillionaire] I got some Henn, got some Crime, got some Remmy and it's time To take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind Your body is so fine, girl I'm peeping your design Somehow it feels right, tell me how can I decline Please do not disturb on that door, you see that sign There'll be no interrupting, something freaky on my mind Sipping going doo-own, stripping going doo-own She know what's on my mii-ind, I'm ready to bump and grii-ind Oooh-ooooh-ooo-oooh, oooh-ooooh-oooh-ooooh Oooh-ooooh-ooo-oooh, oooh-ooooh-oooh-ooooh [Devin the Dude] Your man used to fuck you down, but now he's slacked up She's runnin' all over town, I think he's gonna need back up I'll be your relief pitcher, dick up in your mitt There's no cork off in my bat, so it's somewhat illegal hit Boom over the fence, rinse off my balls when I'm finished Yes he's probably a good sport, but he's got you playing tennis Running after balls, dodging all your calls You're horny wanna grind him, but you just can't find him So here's what you do, call 832-567 You remember the rest, just ask for Devin Yes I'll come quick, but not too soon Leaving nutted rubbers, all over the room Don't forget to bring the pill, the dress I like and high heels Some extra panties if you will, we can chill I'll never wanna come between you and him, understand But if you ever need a back up plan, I'm your man [Hook]

Riding in my Caddy El Dorado on my gold things Speakers in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing road rage And you know that I'm Too busy to be bothered I don't answer when my phone rings Making money in the music business Like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane Oh bang [Hook 1: Rittz] Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things Speakers in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing road rage And you know that I'm (Ya-uh-ya, ya-uh yeah!) Too busy to be bothered Rolling up and blowing smoke rings Making money in the music business Like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame I'm on fire (Yeah!) Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame I'm on fire (Yeah!) I'm on fire Rittz up in this bitch They should nickname me classic Driving that classic Cadillac I fashion it in traffic Bout' to drop a classic album Here's a classic song to match it Jordans on my feet I hit the gas and then I pass them Smell the weed I'm chiefing Had to crack the window gasping Cussing out my homie Cuz' he's ashing on the missus in the back I said you pushin it You almost burned a hole Right through the cushions in my pillow seats They padded like a mattress Million dollar motive Call me Jonny Global Funny I remember how it felt when I was local Now we travel coast to coast Spanish bitches holler "Hola!" When I'm in my Arizona Home It's candy coated LoLo When you ride in chrome or solid gold You gotta showboat In my Monte Carlo Bout' to valet park it up at Fogo Haters they can hate But they can't take away my mojo I took my lady home I hit the club and rolled up solo When I'm Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things Speakers in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing road rage And you know that I'm Too busy to be bothered Rolling up and blowing smoke rings Making money in the music business Like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Pimp Tight, M-J-G I thought I told you serious Not a joke A real juicy pussy Poke her, I Fifty-five driver Never in a disguise, a Real nigga for real 90's era survivor Keep hoes hoeing As long as the wind blowing As long as the friends going That's how you get ten going That's multiplication and communication at its best Power and pimpin My manipulation is the test For all of the ones who think they are the greatest Their popularity is sinking Cuz' there you go again thinking Now I done told y'all niggas Wanting to be the best You gotta learn from the best Cuz' we invented the rest Yeah me and my O-G's The Run D-M-C's E-P-M-D's Rakim's and Eric B.'s The Geto Boys The Bun B's and the Pimp C's You might [?] a trick But you can't charge these I'm gone like a drone High in the sky I'm behind the wheel But I feel like I fly Pulling up chromey Got some cookies on me Continue to keep cool with cops all around me It's hot as Tabasco Press on the gas slow Blew at an ugly bitch She had a whole bunch of ass though Creeping, bending corners Like I did in nine-six $1.50 a gallon for gas Used to be higher'n a bitch Ride all day Smoke all night And play some funky music I hope y'all like In the hood all good Kenwood with the woofers Pulling up on d-boys, thugs, pimps, and hookers Look at D is what they say When they see me When I be coasting They be asking me for weed Because they know that I be smoking Every day, all day Nigga 24/7 I give them a hit then split They be like "Give me more, Devin" But I'm Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things Speakers in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing road rage And you know that I'm Too busy to be bothered Rolling up and blowing smoke rings Making money in the music business Like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame I'm on fire Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame I'm on fire I'm on fire (Ya-uh-ya, ya-uh yeah!) STRANGE MUSIC

Let's go Try to trap, we taking flizzy Twist the total crack, no filly Sip the do' we getting busy, Al my niggas in here dizzy I got niggas that's gon' feel me I got niggas tryna kill me (ayy) I got bitches tryna hit me (ayy) I got snitches tryna get me Yeah, if you gonna talk that shit Better back that shit up or back up, bitch, like, yeah We really 'bout that shit Got goons in the back like Jim Crowe, bitch Tripping off a slice like Kimbo is Step into the light when I lift my wrist I don't need a drive, she get my drift Got into the ride then I took her wig, like, yeah Flip the packets like the circus, pockets fat, I'm lit like circuits Ain't no acting, close them curtains, turn her backwards then I curve her We don't play, not on my turf Rep the Dre, that's on my birth Weapons sprayin' from my Third, watch 'em lay out on the curb (uh) Blessings, (blessings), bless me, (bless me) Losses, (losses), lessons (lessons) Coffins, (coffins), legends, (legends), Father, (Father), bless us Thoughts in my mind was finessing, I turned this shit to obsession They gon' remember my essence, uh Still move in silence like Tesla, uh, yeah Try to trap, we taking flizzy Twist the total crack, no filly Sip the do' we getting busy, all my niggas in here dizzy I got niggas that's gon' feel me, I got niggas tryna kill me I got bitches tryna hit me, I got snitches tryna get me I asked how she's doing, she told me she miss it I see what that dick did, it got her addicted I'm lit off that trippy, she trip how I'm living This God in his image, I speak it, I meant it My circle's so small like a dot on his head He plot on the gang then it's off with his leg Half on a sack on some blow If I'm here for the night she gon' treesh on the low, okay I'm in Dior, that's head to my toes She bust it open, that's hands on her toes She got a ring, squeeze one of her toes Got two of her fingers, got one in her nose Heard your little diss, bitch, nobody know you I'm a real demon, ain't nobody told you Like a thief in the night, won't nobody know it (Like a thief in the night, won't nobody know it) Said she like my necklace, started relaxing When I'm off three drugs like a chain reaction Everybody in the gang sound the same, what happened? How you copied all the drip but you calling it fashion? This ain't content, baby, this my life, you wildin' Put the phone down, baby, I don't need no stylist If we gotta get the clips y'all don't feel no malice Still claim my hood 'cause she know I'm valid, like Blessings, (blessings), bless me, (bless me) Losses, (losses), lessons (lessons) Coffins, (coffins), legends, (legends), Father, (Father), bless us Thoughts in my mind was finessing, I turned this shit to obsession They gon' remember my essence, still move in silence like Tesla, uh, yeah (let's go) Try to trap, we taking flizzy Twist the total crack, no filly Sip the do' we getting busy All my niggas in here dizzy, I got niggas that's gon' feel me I got niggas tryna kill me, I got bitches tryna hit me I got snitches tryna get me Try to trap, we taking flizzy Twist the total crack, no filly Sip the do' we getting busy All my niggas in here dizzy I got niggas that's gon' feel me, I got niggas tryna kill me I got bitches tryna hit me, I got snitches tryna get me Gassing up like Texaco We flipped the script and let it go (uh-huh) I don't mix with petty hoes (let's go) We dodging those, won't even stroke (let's go) Wrist be steady whippin', taxi speeding Swear this shit my flow Set be heavy, cop baguettes Glisten like we wear the boat She called me her number one, hit her with that double shrug Juice the King, I'm Prince of Love I think they shoot like Loaded Lux We finesse, no super law, free Thugga Thugga off the jump (let's go) Luka how I come in clutch I'm stepping back, he folding up (let's go) Step in the flesh Niggas see me, watch 'em shrink Ain't a test, what I rep, throw it up in every flick We been legends off the rip (uh-huh) Took a brick to load the grip (uh-huh) Now we booming, niggas zoomin' (whoa, whoa) Hitting targets, busting flips (what? Let's go, let's go)

(Super Genius) Okay 타요, 타요, 타요, 타요, 개구쟁이 꼬마 버스 붕붕붕, 씽씽씽, 달리는 게 너무 좋아 타요, 타요, 타요, 타요, 개구쟁이 꼬마 버스 붕붕붕, 씽씽씽, 함께 가자 재밌는 여행 꼬불꼬불, 울퉁불퉁 험한 길도 두렵지 않아 어두컴컴 끝이 없는 긴 터널도 친구와 함께라면 언제나 즐거워 타요, 타요, 타요, 타요, 개구쟁이 꼬마 버스 붕붕붕, 씽씽씽, 달리는 게 너무 좋아 타요, 타요, 타요, 타요, 개구쟁이 꼬마 버스 띠띠띠, 빵빵빵, 내 곁에는 좋은 친구들 빛이 나는 디스코 볼 아래 우리 함께 춤을 줘, put your hands up 오늘처럼 신나는 날에 party 준비됐음 소리 질러 꼬불꼬불, 울퉁불퉁 험한 길도 두렵지 않아 어두컴컴 끝이 없는 긴 터널도 친구와 함께라면 언제나 즐거워 타요타요, 타요타요, 개구쟁이 꼬마 버스 붕붕붕, 씽씽씽, 달리는 게 너무 좋아 타요타요, 타요타요, 개구쟁이 꼬마 버스 띠띠띠, 빵빵빵, 내 곁에는 좋은 친구들 하하, 호호, 오늘도 신나는 하루

She was living on the East Side When I would go and pick her up Thought I was rolling in a oldie I told her súbete en el truck She don't really sip codeine She ain't really into drugs Only once hit the pipa She'd rather chill and smoke bud She a good girl I told her baby that's alright She told me that she just a good girl I told her we'll see tonight I said I wanna tell ya today Baby you the one all on my mind And if I don't know nothing at all I know I wanna be your dude I wanna be your I wanna be your dude I wanna be your Girl I don't fuck with the lo-los I don't like the way they ride I never really was a cholo Girl I'm from the other side Y ese wey me caí gordo Why he always gotta lie When she talk I go sordo All this money on my mind Kinda crazy but a good girl I know she wanna move faster The type to like to have control I gave lil baby all my passwords Baddies down the street Look the other way I don't wanna talk Tell em that I'm gay I don't want no problems With my baby Get caught up It get crazy yeah I got to say Can't fool my lady she know my ways It's not enough you could pay me to go astray Baby girl no te hago nada Ay mi amor que delicada I wanna be your dude I wanna be your I wanna be your dude I wanna be your I wanna be your dude I wanna be your

Wanna tell you 'bout the girl I love My she looks so fine She's the only one that I been dreamin' of Maybe someday she will be all mine I wanna tell her that I love her so And thrill with her with my every touch I need to tell her she's the only one I really love I got a woman wanna ball all day I got a woman and she won't be true I got a woman stay drunk all the time I got a little woman and she won't be true Sunday morning when we go down to church See the menfolk standin' in line They say they come to pray to the Lord But when my little girl, she looks so fine In the evening when the sun is sinkin' low Everybody's with the one they love I walk the town keep searchin' all around Lookin' for my street corner girl I got a woman wanna ball all day I got a woman and she won't be true, no, no I got a woman stay drunk all the time Said, I got a little woman and she won't be true In the bars, with the men who play guitars Singin', drinkin' and rememberin' the times My little lover does a midnight shift Fool around all the time I guess there's just one thing left for me to do Gonna pack my bags and move on my way 'Cause I got a worried mind sharin' what I thought was mine Gonna leave her when the guitars play I got a woman wanna ball all day I got a woman and she won't be true I got a woman stay drunk all the time Yeah, I got a woman and she won't be true, no, no I got a woman wanna ball all day Whoa, I got a little woman and she won't be true (Hey, hey what can I do?) I got a woman stay drunk all the time (Hey, hey what can I do?) Said, I got a little woman and she won't be true, no, no (Hey, Hey what can I do?) I got a woman wanna ball all day (Hey hey, what can I say?) I got a woman stay drunk all the time, all the time (Hey, Hey what can I do?) Yeah (Hey, Hey what can I do?) Hey, hey, what can I say? (Hey, Hey what can I do?) Said, I got a little woman and she won't be true, no (Hey, Hey what can I say?) I got a woman stay drunk all the time (Hey, Hey what can I do?) Hey, hey, what can I do? (Hey, Hey what can I do?) I got a woman wanna ball all day (Hey, Hey what can I do?) I got a little woman and she won't be true (Hey, Hey what can I say?)

Hey hey, my my Rock and roll can never die There's more to the picture Than meets the eye Hey hey, my my (Hey!) Out of the blue and into the black You pay for this, but they give you that And once you're gone, you can't come back When you're out of the blue and into the black The King is gone but he's not forgotten (Johnny Rotten, Johnny Rotten) Is this the story of Johnny Rotten? (Johnny Rotten, Rotten Johnny) It's better to burn out than to fade away The king is gone but he's not forgotten Hey hey, my my Rock and roll can never die There's more to the picture Than meets the eye Hey hey, my my Hey hey, my my (Ha!) Hey hey, my my Hey hey, my my Hey hey, my my

Hey Charlotte I'm hungover and sad and a drunk evening is probably nothing more than that But the five minutes we talked where a beacon in the dark And it's hitting me hard right now Tend to get lost like this a million times a week these days and I'm always afraid Hey Charlotte I've got a million things to do and my heart is heavy of worrying too much But today I'm home sick on my couch and I just can't get you out of my head Just let there be a spark this time and I'll get through all of this just fine and I've crossed a line I think you're the light at the end of the tunnel Would you run away with me? Would you set the world on fire? Would you wake up with a smile and laugh and cry with me? Please stay a while, until morning comes and takes away Doubts and reasons not to say the things I'm saying now Hey Charlotte I wish I could say I've got a master plan and I've got this all figured out But really I don't have a clue and I'm guessing neither do you Would you run away with me? Would you set the world on fire? Would you wake up with a smile and laugh and cry with me? Please stay a while, until morning comes and takes away Doubts and reasons not to say the things I'm saying now Hey Charlotte I'm hungover and sad and a drunk evening is probably nothing more than that

Ayy bro, who got smoke? Swisher Sweet, Backwood, fronto, sky zone Pure hemp what I roll And a nigga need one pronto, I'm on High as the condo OG seasoned cilantro, I blow I think I left my wallet and lighter in El Segundo I can't believe it, believe it (damn) I do this shit every time, damn (every time) Get so very high and (so high) Then forget What I needed, I needed (what I need) Did one of y'all see if I, damn (can you?) Searchin' like CSI, yeah (look out) 'Cause I fucked around and left my weed, damn, damn (I left my weed) I fucked around and left my weed Oh, damn, damn (damn, I left my weed) I gotta go and get my weed, damn, damn (somebody pull up, pull up) Or somebody gotta pull up on me, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, pull up to front, party goin' live Everybody happy when the Dogg arrive Boss in the building, party with a real one Pocket full of racks and still number one bonafide Show you right Post up with a few bottles, a few models Make a toast to the boss life, I do the honors I make the hits to make the deals to make the dollars And I smoke to that Reachin' in my Louie bag Tryna find that King Louie stash Yeah, I'm 'bout to do 'em bad Baby wanna take a flick I'm like, "Cool make it quick 'cause I still can't find my shit" Reach a little deeper, now I'm mad No weed in the party, all bad I'm in the parking lot, headed to the whip 'Cause now this party ain't shit I can't believe it, believe it (damn) I do this shit every time, damn (every time) Get so very high and (so high) Then forget What I needed, I needed (what I need) Did one of y'all see if I, damn (can you?) Searchin' like CSI, yeah (look out) 'Cause I fucked around and left my weed, damn, damn (I left my weed) I fucked around and left my weed Oh, damn, damn (damn, I left my weed) I gotta go and get my weed, damn, damn (somebody pull up, pull up) Or somebody gotta pull up on me, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, shit, I did it again Nigga movin' too quick, tryna get with my friends To get fucked up, I got my coffee cups and the brewskis But hold up, I noticed I'm missin' my ooh-weed Like Snoop D, I need at least two Sweets to soothe me Blunt wraps, Swishers and loose-leaf Now I got to go back to the crib And try to sneak in, I hope my gal don't shoot me Thinking I'm lying, I'm trying to have a good time Barbecue, music, the good vibes Wonder should I make a call to come through with an ounce When damn, I got two at the house Now I got to make a decision Should I hit the back door with precision? Or maybe I should bum from my coffee brothers They be gottin' Red Dead Redemption vision I can't believe it, believe it (damn) I do this shit every time, damn (every time) Get so very high and (so high) Then forget What I needed, I needed (What I need) Did one of y'all see if I, damn (can you?) Searchin' like CSI, yeah (look out) 'Cause I fucked around and left my weed, damn, damn (I left my weed) I fucked around and left my weed Oh, damn, damn (damn, I left my weed) I gotta go and get my weed, damn, damn (somebody pull up, pull up) Or somebody gotta pull up on me, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy bro, who got smoke? Swisher Sweet, Backwood, fronto, sky zone Pure hemp what I roll And a nigga need one pronto, I'm on

Phat Phat, uh Ain't nothing wrong with big broads Phat Phat It's a sure bet When I stare into your dark browns I get Overwhelmed, overjoyed, overstep My bounds, on your touchy subject Your weight, your shape's not what I date It's you, my crew don't mind it thick (Uh-uh) Every woman ain't a video chick (no) Or runway model anorexic I love what I can hold and grab on So if you burn it off then keep the flab on We gonna stay gettin our collab on (ow) Girl we gonna stay gettin our collab on (Ooh, ooh) We gonna stay gettin our collab on Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world Tryin to get with ya anyway cause I know you're a nasty girl We ain't never gon' discriminate so let me compliment your size Ooh ooh ooh ooh Yeah it's nothin but a little baby, phat phat It's nothing but a little baby, phat phat It's nothing but a little baby, phat phat It's nothing but a little baby, phat phat Yeah it's nothin but a little baby, phat phat Claim you outta shape, you not outta place (Uh-uh) You keep it natural with no powdered face Without exercise you got the eye Starin' you down, make me wonder why You women wanna frown at them stick figures On them little ass girls, when a clique of niggas Run up and try to hurl game for real Your frame holds appeal in the everyday World, and conceal is not the way To go, I'm tellin you I had to let Ya know, ya need to let it all hang Don't be scared to show a little of that thang thang No matter how you weigh it girl, it's feminine Kinda body everybody wanna know (Ya ya) Be the private dancer in my Luke show (C'mon girl) Skip the salad girl, bring us both a menu Eat the whole box of chocolates I send you (Heh) See girl, ya more than just an apple in my Eye, confess I wanna get up in ya Thighs, the rest'll tell you all the things Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world Tryin to get with ya anyway cause I know you're a nasty girl We ain't never gon' discriminate so let me compliment your size Ooh ooh ooh ooh Yeah it's nothin but a little baby, phat phat I love it when y'all broads wear it skintight (Skintight) Make the big panties look like little panties (Heh) Tryin to lose that bottom girl you been right I saw who make ya cookies I should go and thank ya granny (Uh-huh) Don't mind you being conscious of ya calories If gettin paper was fat man you'd be salaries You ain't in this alone I got a tummy too Just lemme watch the weight don't let it trouble you (C'mere girl) Nine ten specimen up in ya jeans You buy the size seven and just make it fit Slim Fast, lypo, and body creams I pray you won't endorse, I got a candle lit Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world Tryin to get with ya anyway cause I know you're a nasty girl We ain't never gon' discriminate so let me compliment your size Ooh ooh ooh ooh Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world Tryin to get with ya anyway cause I know you're a nasty girl We ain't never gon' discriminate so let me compliment your size Ooh ooh ooh ooh Yeah it's nothin but a little baby, phat phat It's nothing but a little baby, phat phat It's nothing but a little baby, phat phat It's nothing but a little baby, phat phat Yeah it's nothin but a little baby, phat phat

Whenever I'm down and out I get back to myself I roll a motherfucking fat back to myself Leave it to beaver, America gon' legalize but I ain't believe her Til she finally did it Overworked but I'm still committed All things under the letter G, Snoop Dogg done did it Gracefully gazing unto the sky A lot of people smoke just to get by But I see things much differently Medically, physically, mentally, theoretically Put it in a letter so you let it be One day we'll all agree and have peace up under a big chronic tree If I had my way at 4:20 every day you could blaze a J And not have to answer to nobody I live my life like it's a party So let's go cuz So go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh) So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke) Na-na-na-na-na-nanana (Get high) Na-na-na-na-na-nananana I blaze up soon as I raise up from out of my sleep I got me a sweet I hope they legalize it here, I'm tired of police You think you could smoke like my & Snoop, don't try to compete I'll still blaze with ya, fire that ho up If smoking weed is going down, then I'ma show up Weed is where I'm needed, it's a necessity If I ain't got it, little shit get the best of me I even put it in my food, I got a brownie recipe You eat one piece man your ass'll be fucked up for six or seven hours or so You don't like edibles? Then I got plenty of flowers to blow Smoke it in the paper, cigar, a bong Don't worry about the haters, just vibe to the song And do it however you please, you please Today's the day to smoke weed So go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh) So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke) Na-na-na-na-na-nanana (Get high) Na-na-na-na-na-nanana Damn, a pound ain't really nothing now Remember smoking with my cousin Now we all Raw cone stuffing Enough to wake neighbors up KK my favorite flavor And you ain't gotta ask cause we major I smoke like them old players Only put it in the paper I just started recently letting niggas smoke blunts around me Known to keep the room cloudy Get a bad bitch, sit her down, let her smoke, now she open The best trees I be smoking Smell it through the bag so it's potent Even get it on the plane, TSA don't even notice Ran in the burner, he done taught a young nigga how to grow it A pothead but I be focused And it ain't in my session if it's bullshit Only the best what you dealing with It's legal now, everybody's doing this So go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh) So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke) Na-na-na-na-na-nanana (Get high) Na-na-na-na-na-nanana Go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up So go ahead and put your J's up Na-na-na-na-na-nanana Na-na-na-na-na-nanana na Come and smoke with me tonight, tonight

**NEXT MESSAGE** Yo, I don't know where to start Uh, check it out, music is - my total existence, dawg, straight up Everything in with my life revolves around music It's like... you can't get a relationship cuz'. I'm still with. my first love which is music You'know'what'I'm'sayin'?, fo'real The reason I'm here is. is J Dilla, just like that, peace **END OF MESSAGE** **PRE-SAVED, NEXT MESSAGE** Yea, yea It started with rhythms I heard listenin' to the wall The bouncin' of basketballs on playgrounds and all The empty bottles that's hollow, wind blowin' inside 'em The flow and the rhymin' got my alignment to a Science Mixin' with my moms in the kitchen, them spoons rattlin' Pots and pans, faucet water pourin', tunes managin' To come from all the fussin' and ramblin' What I noticed was -- pure music, untampered with By things show biz does; older thugs showed us stuff Like how to hold a plug, juice from the street light It almost could have blowed us up Crates of records, great sessions had the whole hood jammin' Large speakers, fresh made, smell the wood sandin' Father did his blues smooth, legendary jazz man Saw his wife secondary to his true passion Started with my crew rappin', new jacks in '82 Never looked back, now look what it changed me to. music We gotta believe the future We gotta believe the past We gotta believe in more Didn't know that we had it We gotta believe each other We gotta open up our minds Cause music is for life. for life **NEXT MESSAGE** Uh, what's the difference between me and you? It's that I'm real kind show, this rap shit, I'd really do it My whole life man is really music Through my bass line, I'm livin' through it Another expression of life, I couldn't live without I like my music pure, not watered down DAMN!, it felt good to fulfill the dreams of gettin' out the hood Kept me busy, gave me a chance to stop sellin' drugs Spinnin' time in the basement kept me from actin' up Zonin' out, wishin' Dre. could check it out I'm here now, I can't believe it, Proof in the puddin' Everything happened for a reason Through this music I'm able to feed the family When I'm stressed out, it's my sanity It's a life style, all in the streets and in Hollywood Music in my DNA, it's my livelihood. music We gotta believe the children We gotta believe in hope We gotta believe in more Didn't know that we'd know See we gotta believe each other We gotta open up our minds Cause music is for life. for life **NEXT MESSAGE** Keep the music alive The good and the strong survive I closed my eyes and imagined I was 'Jackson Five' Randy and Michael goin' through life cycle Music allowed me to let life go So vital to a youngster, comin' up amongst street hustlers The big be the toucher's, since such a special place Givin' the ghetto a taste of what freedom is like I reached a point in my life where I was needin' the mic No second guessin', self-expression in lessons learned Aggression, became sessions where sessions burned Put my soul into it, 'naw my feet is firm And the game, where name is hard to earn And hot cat's career gets scarred and burned Through the years, mine took a Godly turn This is the story of my life here trapped in a verse No matter the money or the movies, music is first, yea. We gotta believe the future We gotta believe the past We gotta believe in more Didn't know that we had it We gotta believe each other We gotta open up our minds Cause music is for life. for life We gotta believe the children We gotta believe in hope We gotta believe in more Didn't know that we'd know See we gotta believe each other We gotta open up our minds Cause music is for life. for life **NEXT MESSAGE** Ayo, Hi-Tek whattup?, you know who this is It's your boy Busta Bus down, Flip Mode Squad, aiight Now, you know, this is serious thing behind the music that we're doing It's like. music, for me man, it mean, it means everything, feel me You know when we going through, our personal strives in life You'know'what'I'm'sayin', we get up in that studio Close that door, lock ourselves in, that little four-wall space man Get in the vocal booth and become whoever you wanna be Express whatever you wanna feel, you'know'what'I'mean? When you going through your most frustrating time in life You'know'what'I'm'sayin', you can realize that. When you can't find nobody else to speak to You can speak through the music Help other people feel your pain, your struggle, your passion You'know, what you live and die for, your values in life You'know'what'I'mean?, music man Is the voice of every being in the Universe What God had provided for us to communicate, when all else fails It's what allows us to be able to connect With touching our hearts & the soul of the streets **FIRST SKIPPED MESSAGE** Yo, I'mma Rosemont legend nigga, I'mma felony nigga Keep rollin' the motha'fuckers in my nigga Like the bait, they.they. hopin' on it When the bait go in nigga, they can't playa hate on it I'm comin' back niggas, stronger than ever Watch this nigga, bony bones, clever if ever Playa hater, can't motha'fucker, fuck with this My baby momma even talk about my shit, haha I'm hotter than hot, hotter, what?, tell 'em boo (Hang up the damn phone), yea, I'm on, alright Bony bones in the house, nigga **END OF MESSAGE**

Stop sweatin' me ya'll know I got the recipe cohesive's on the left of me ready to let it squeeze Fuck my enemies ain't nobody ahead of me but I'll be with that shit I'll get hit till it's hard to breathe I'm a menace to society now high in the clouds droppin' brown and I'm mining them down They on the left of me the right of me they even in front I'll breathe in its blood I'm even eatin' people for lunch Full of sleep at the wheel easy after eatin' these drugs Put the keys in the truck and ghost ride with peeps in the trunk They stick around an the police show up to clean up the blood And when they do I just start screaming "well I feed em' with slugs" My advocates as a parent, parents don't like murk They know if the daughter hears them they scared that she might twerk My shit's so fucking cold that I'm carrying ice burgs And your fairys is like words so just spare me some nice words Fuck ya'll I'm having fun right now I'm kinda mad I'm number one right now I see they're scared of me well I'd be too They cryin' cause it's obvious that I'm that dude Fuck ya'll I'm having fun right now I'm kinda mad I'm number one right now I see they're scared of me well I'd be too They cryin' cause it's obvious that I'm that dude I'm that dude with the tattoes and army scars Party hard like it's Marty Gross screamin' "hardy har" I get wasted let's just say I got a beach body The same diet plan as Iron Man I eat broccoli Who am I kidding man I dip it in gravy Sippin' liquor, kissin' bitches in a vintage mercedez I'm JZ difference is my shit isn't mainstream and I won't colab with Iggy even if Iggy paid me I keep it underground when I thunderpound and break your skull I'll punch you dead in the face homey so make the call You rappers actin' like faggots you tryin' to place the call I'm rollin' right up in the back and then I take it all All got is rap and I'm sick of takin' the bottles back I ain't flossin' stacks I'm working while they all pop their tags I'd rather rap about my feelings than a product bag A solid dragon, insomniac but I-I'll for pass Fuck ya'll I'm having fun right now I'm kinda mad I'm number one right now I see they're scared of me well I'd be too They cryin' cause it's obvious that I'm that dude Fuck ya'll I'm having fun right now I'm kinda mad I'm number one right now I see they're scared of me well I'd be too They cryin' cause it's obvious that I'm that dude