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| The L.O.X. - If You Think I'm Jiggy |
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Album: Money, Power & Respect (1998)
THE LOX LYRICS
"If You Think I'm Jiggy"
[Chorus]
If you really dig me, and you think I'm jiggy
Come on shorty let me know
We can get together, we can do whatever
But you cant get no dough
[Verse 1]
Yo, since the Mona video you been trackin' me down
tryin' to figure out how I lookin'perso-nal, Baby
forget looks tell me can you roll with crooks
the three hot niggas rising in the Billboard
books, nigga
we look at things through the big lens, big
picture
big Benz we try and make CEO ends,
the thick chicks love us, big dick style niggas
Cristal niggas, ya'll finesse this quick style
niggas
you didn't love me when my name was Sean
Now you should see how bitches act when the
Benjamins come on
but I ain't hatin' em, you gotta love the ways
females play
Quickly use a neglige to getta get-away
Five stars where the willies stay, and Sheek pay
for nothing
but thats what ya'll herbs get for frontin'
I spend wild chips gettin' drunk up in the China
Club, while you up in Skate Key wit a minor
[Verse 2]
I know she wit it, I betta brick I could hit it
Black tie affair I gotta fresh pair of British
Ice Berg shirts with Ice along with it
turquoise, 9-11 Porsche and it's tinted
but honey got alot of jazz, You gotta philly
You gotta bag, then she went inside the Prada bag
Blew two and she said it was choice, like my voice
my thug style made her cat moist
that's the realest shit I heard, that's my word
Regardless who she fucked, I'm the nigga she
deserves
I put her on the hole in Jerz, rockin' furs
different ways to speak without using words
And even though she proper I still gotta drop her
Cuz Sheek dont like her, had a dream that he shot
her
I cant buy you ascotta, you get nada
I'm the bounce with a chick that look a little bit
hotter
[Chorus]
They was never mine for me to dump em
its just like checkers, after they make a move
then I jump em
It's like this girlfriend I'm a keep it real,
every nigga with a deal ain't able to peel
I'm a Bad Boy so I'm caked up with whips
And guess what, I got more nuts than chips
And they gon' melt right in your mouth
not in your hand, You know that you aint my girl
I'm not your man
But do you still wanna lick me?
or is cause I'm a six figgy niggy, and I know
Biggie
and I dont mess with no fat ladies
but if you pay like you weigh then you can stay
baby
PJ slide to tha mo like that
with this honey named trout cuz she blow like that
and when we finish dont look at me like I owe
nothin'
cuz if you really dig then let me know something
[Chorus x2]
[extra verse of album "If You Think I'm Jiggy" by
the Lox]
[Styles:]
It's a drunk laid out in the V.I.P., can't talk
about a 3 on 3
Heard a freak ask Sheek "Big Luch why don't you
pee on me?"
And her friend is tellin' Jay "I hold a key on
me."
And I'm laughin' to myself, I got a key on me
And they friend in my ear like Lean On Me
Told her to get some bare backs and cream on me...
[Sheek:]
Yeak Sheek holler to these mommies "Ven aqui..."
Gas 'em up easily and take 'em home with me
Who respect this, can't keep her hands off my
necklace
If it's good, next week I'll put her on the guest
list...
[Jadakiss:]
This goes out to all ya'll
There's too many names to call but ya'll know who
ya'll are
See me at the bar all eyes on the R...
O-L to the E-X, sip the Henny and VS
112 sex styles baby, maybe we can fall in the
L.O.X. files
You betta believe we all scorin', yeah
We can dance all night and do whatever all
mornin'...ha ha...yeah...
[CHORUS x2]
Tags : The Lox If You Think I'm Jiggy diddy mase jadakiss sheek styles lil cease dmx streets Rod Stewart hip-hop pop rap rock |
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Affichage : 43134
Durée : 243 s |
| The LOX - Fuck You |
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We Are the Streets
Shit
Feel this
Hook #1
If your hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you (fuck
you)
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (fuck
you)
And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (fuck
you)
Only my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
Repeat 2X's
[Jadakiss]
Yo, everybody's a snake
That's why I try to keep the grass cut
So I can see 'em when they coming
Then I heat they ass up
Cuz' them niggaz that you went to school with
Will catch you while you in your new whip
And turn your brains into Cool Whip
Niggaz that you running round getting ass with
Ain't gon' help you do nothing but carry your
casket
Got the nerve to ask Kiss why I smoke so much
And how I'm such a young nigga that seem to know
so much
While you was running round pumping for niggaz
I was listening
And you still pumping for niggaz
I'm coming through visiting
You heard, L-O-X came through in a yellow Lex
And hop out with the Air Force One's with yellow
checks
And you liable to see me Dolo, icing the Rolo
Burner under the Polo, alot of y'all is homos
Funny style niggaz never down with me
Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee
I'll empty your house, back of your cribs,
smacking your kids
Bullets going through your leather, cracking your
ribs
Don't even hit me on the hip if I ain't give you a
code
And I ain't got a home phone number, I live on the
road
Now I'm getting bigger checks, conference calls
with bigger 'xecs
Bigger bracelets with bigger baguettes
Fuck y'all
[Styles]
All I do is get high, and think of fading you all
Motherfuckers hit 'cha knees and just pray to the
Lord
I'd rather die today than live tomorrow
Then watch you crab motherfuckers just steal and
borrow
Put in my work, you might get put in a church
Funeral time, everybody kissing the corpse
Learn the ropes, don't riff if you soft, you
pissin me off
Call me S.P., and I spit on your boss
You can die cause this shit might happen to me
But I'mma still happen to be, packin the 3
Fuck with bitches that be wrappin the keys
And the niggaz that bug over drug money, clappin
the D
Shoot in the breeze, 9 in the boot, full of trees
1 in the morning, catch me with a gun on the
corner
Let you know it's all real and you can front if
you wanna
I understand, fuck it dog, die in the can
I say you pussy, you won't die for your right-hand
man
as well as your left, niggaz trade felon for death
They touch you, only thing I can say is fuck you
[Sheek Luchion]
A-yo, y'all niggaz ain't hardcore, all my niggaz
is homicide
What you know about getting shot, letting the drip
dry
Letting the spit fly, seeing sparks whiz by
Putting a M*A*S*H on niggaz like Klinger and Horgi
So soft you smushy, I blast 'til your shit is
gushy
Should be the head Cat in the Broadway play, you
pussy
Fuck with Sheek, Ouija board spell "Death"
You can talk that beef shit, I hope that deep shit
Be as deep as you inside the fucking cement
Or you can deep sea dive, with no scuba gear
I'll drown you with your snorkel on, bitch,
breathe out of there
Whole team rich, never seen a summer like this
Baking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist,
neck, and hand
When it comes to coke, I can make a snowman, shit
Play in this shit make a angel with it
And I don't give a fuck about that 380 that y'all
share
Between the 10 y'all with the same 8 bullets from
last year
When I bust I use snubs, denim flee in the spot
The hand I write with need a oven glove, my shit
so hot
I want the most, Roley only work when it's next to
my post
Fuck a present gimme a yacht master, regular bezzy
Then I'm good when I'm in the hood and I'm on the
block
You got a gut feeling about shit, nigga, that
means you shot, what
Hook #1
If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you
And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you
Only my man's blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck
you
Hook #2
I'll tell you in your face, fuck you
Pull it off my waist, hit you up, fuck you
And watch you die on the street, fuck you
Whoever feel sad at the funeral, fuck them too
Tags : The LOX Fuck You We Are Streets Jadakiss Styles Sheek Louch D-Block hip-hop rap |
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Affichage : 8088
Durée : 248 s |
| The LOX - Recognize |
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We Are the Streets
Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff
Huh...Ruff Ryders (Ryde or Die (overlap))
Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)
Ruff Ryders..(..ta fuck i'm talking about right
here)
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)
(Jadakiss)
Now I know you couldn't wait to hear 'Kiss over
Premier
Kill you on tape then, watch it over a beer
cause you ain't nothing but a movie with expensive
footage
That's the reason they gon' leave you with
expensive bullets
Ain't none of y'all better than LOX
Have all of y'all dressed up in a suit, dead in a
box
Me and my niggas get Redd-er than Foxx
And I don't care if I love you, I still want head
of the drop
Niggas runnin' round talkin' that Y-2-K shit
Crackheads'll still gon' want that gray shit
that's why I'ma always cop the yay quick
so I suggest all of y'all stay on Jay dick
Too hard for MTV, not black enough for BET, just
let me be
Give me all my royalty money, and let me greed
and I'ma have hoes for six, and hash for three
Chorus
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted y'all
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
L to the O to the X (fade)
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted y'all
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
L O X niggas (fade)
Don't get it twisted y'all
(Sheek Luchion)
Ayo I give it to you point blank, in your mom's
place
So like +Point Break+ with a mask on with
president's face
clear my space, when big sheek crash the boards
Y'all aint just mark niggas, y'all Hallmark niggas
With all that soft ass writin might as well be in
cards
You gon' gamble with your life, when I launch
these torpedos
that'll shoot the crack out your ass at Foxwood
Casinos
Just me and my gambino's drunk as fuck
with a time parking lot DVD in a trunk
I been drunk most my life, don't ask me why
Through ninth grade, I ain't go to high school
I went to school high
And I don't care what y'all got, that shit don't
excite me
I'm black and deadly and my burner just like me
and I'm quick to stick one of y'all on tour
with the Sheraton, see what yours can be mine
without, inheritin, give up your chains
and them little diamonds in your ear
Is it worth your family cryin and the doctor
yellin "clear"?
Chorus
(Styles Pinero)
If I knew heaven had a ghetto that was sweeter
than here
You know P would pack his bag and just leave next
year
but I got a son to raise
So I'ma stay in this hell and I gotta gun to blaze
If you play with the L dot O dot X dot at the end
we the niggas that's gon' leave, with the pot at
the end
Never too young to die or too old to live
? to bust your gun, go home and mold your kid
I'm ashamed I sell crack but I'ma ryde for the
moment
Know the concequence I'ma die with +The Omen+
Two is better than one, there's three of The LOX
Ki in a pot, key in the drop, key to the top
father, son, and holy ghost of rap
3 in a 1 seein a gun and usin' it dog
Dope in a six, coke in a five, weed in a four
Ice is for my niggas, but the heat is for y'all
Chorus (loop recognize/fade)
Tags : The LOX Recognize We Are Streets Jadakiss Styles Sheek Louch D-Block DJ Premier Gang Starr hip-hop rap |
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Affichage : 5742
Durée : 254 s |
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