Hurricane Chris featuring The Game, Angie Locc, Birdman, Jadakiss, E-40 and Lil Boosie - A Bay Bay Remix
Video for Hurricane Chris featuring The Game, Angie Locc, Birdman, Jadakiss, E-40 and Lil Boosie - A Bay Bay Remix
Video for Hurricane Chris featuring The Game, Angie Locc, Birdman, Jadakiss, E-40 and Lil Boosie - A Bay Bay Remix
Video for Birdman featuring Trick Daddy and Baby - Tuck Ya Ice
Lyrics for Birdman featuring Trick Daddy and Baby - Tuck Ya Ice
(Chorus)
Tuck, tuck that,
tuck, tuck that,
tuck, tuck that,
tuck, tuck that,
tuck, tuck that, ice in
You aint, you aint, iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in
I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in,
you ain’t, you ain’t iced
Lights on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that, ice in
You aint, you aint, iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in
I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in,
you ain’t, you ain’t iced
Lights on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse
(TRICK DADDY)
My shit is platinum,
these assholes wearin’ white gold
See I’m to smart for this cause,
all my shit paid for
And why should I rent a house,
when I can huy it and write it off
Make it my Florida home for the summer,
round winter time just rent it out
See I ain’t none of them,
who ride around on rented rims
Change on the weekend,
and floss in him mama’s Benz
See when I hit the scene,
I be so fresh so clean
White fitted, white tee,
ain’t nan nigga like me
What kind of shit you on,
wearin’ fuckin’ rhinestones
Them cubic zirconia son,
Them ain’t fuckin’ diamonds,
So you gonna fuck around,
and get gangrene at the arm
Who’d rob and kill one,
over some mother-fuckin’ slum
Your chain is crazy,
that shit for gazey
and it ain’t real,
unless its copper or stainless steel
So whoever made it…
you shouldn’t have paid it
Twenty grand for a watch
thats fuckin’ gold plated!
(Chorus)
(BABY)
16 out the house,
17 gold mouth,
18 on the block,
Nigga got them thangs out,
Birdman stunna, nigga we don’t sit in jail
Real nigga’s do real thangs,
you know we make bail
Trick hit me on the cell,
know I gotta make a sale
Found myself in Dade County,
Nigga’s movin’ pounds of bail
So fresh,so bright with the ice,
Nigga you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yea,
Cali got my back,
I’m strapped nigga and prephase,
doin’ it big, poppin’ bottles, N*** the g-way
Black handles, black ice, we’ll get it right
for a cheap price nigga that cutter’ll get your mind right,
M.O.B. to a bitch,
made my hood rich
Quick cash, young money, it’s that uptown shit,
ballin’one them bitches,
shock callin’ on them bitches,
Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches
(Chorus)
Tuck, tuck that ice in,
you ain’t, you ain’t iced
Lights on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that, ice in
You aint, you aint, iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in
I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in,
you ain’t, you ain’t iced
Lights on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse
(TRICK DADDY)
They asked the kid the difference between mine and his,
See my shit blindin’
his shit don’t shine,
cause that shit ain’t real
His gemstones, they fruity pebbles,
just like Flinstones,
and he had his “Roley” on,
but I ain’t even notice his arm,
but his diamonds cloudy,
and he ain’t shiny,
and I heard his shit “Tick Tick Tickin’”
Oh man, this nigga trippin!
See we poppin’ bottles and smokin bugga,
actin’ cocky
Big thangs with fat pockets,
wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches
My overseas friends,
are breakin’ thangs in,
Invest in a smaller hit town,
shakin’, bakin’and breakin’ it down
We gettin’ top dollar,
cause we got that top powder
Hoes slob on our johnson,
cause johnson got that best powder
We call a grand a dollar,
we gettin’ money holla
Rollin’ hard with five fives,
real fucking street ballers
I did five trucks since the first quarter,
I’m on the right path at this rate,
I’ll be sellin’ slabs by the halfs
(Chorus)
Tuck, tuck that, ice in
You aint, you aint, iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in
I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in,
you ain’t, you ain’t iced
Lights on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that, ice in
You aint, you aint, iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in
I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in,
you ain’t, you ain’t iced
Lights on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse
Video for Birdman featuring Lil Wayne - You Ain’t Know
Lyrics for Birdman featuring Lil Wayne - You Ain’t Know
[Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got a lot of loot and I ain’t lookin’ for a lady
And you can never pay me I’m from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin’ take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain’t know I gotta go
Where ya goin’? I gotta get back to the money
You ain’t know I gotta go
Where ya goin’? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Nigga I ain’t got a money printer
So for this paper chase I’m out runnin’ sprinters
Yes the last two Cash Money members
Shout out to the new Cash Money members
Baby and Slim still point guard and center
So much money on my mind it’s all I remember
And I just bought a gun wit’ a extender
And that bitch hold me up like suspenders
Cut like a blender sharper than a bitch
They got so many pussy niggaz I can make a list
Niggaz wonder why I stress that I am the best
‘Cause even bobble heads tell me yes.. haha
Put it on the hood I’m Hollygrove to death
I’m already good I’m workin’ on my left
A jungle on my wrist a circus on my neck
Don’t forget the Baby no don’t forget the F
[Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X]
You ain’t know I gotta go
Where ya goin’? I gotta get back to the money
You ain’t know I gotta go
Where ya goin’? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Brush the platinum grab the straps homie make it happen
Comin’ through my neighborhood wit’ 4’s on the Caddy
Limo tints out the pound and Uptown crackin’
Red bandanna duckin’ feds and the money stackin’
Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like e’eryday
We on the grind for the shine and we gon’ get paid
Spent a mill’ on the wheels custom wit’ the navi’
2 of the same whips we doin’ it big livin’ lavish
[Lil Wayne]
This is a Scott Storch and I’m a hot torch
And gettin’ money is my sport
And understand the rap game is my court
So I shall walk and come forth like a Rockport
Or some sort of… matchin’ slippers or yacht shoes
See I don’t cruise control I control the cruise
Yes… I gets throat on a boat
And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope and
[Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got a lot of loot and I ain’t lookin’ for a lady
And you can never pay me I’m from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin’ take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain’t know I gotta go
Where ya goin’? I gotta get back to the money
You ain’t know I gotta go
Where ya goin’? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[Verse 3 - Birdman]
Fresh wit’ the hustle so we bounce back on them suckers
Blowin’ big doin’ gigs got it ran in hundreds
They reppin’ layin’ here we stuntin’
On the grind all the time homie gettin’ money
3rd Ward soldier 13th gangsta
17th hustler known top ranker
Money go getter them clowns can’t figure
Poppin’ at the mouth like this cutter won’t split ‘em
Know how to survive hustlin’ stayin’ fly
My whole hood cried when my lil’ brother died
Know I had to ride never let it slide
It’s just the G in me and I’ma get it til I die daddy
[Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X]
You ain’t know I gotta go
Where ya goin’? I gotta get back to the money
You ain’t know I gotta go
Where ya goin’? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[music to fade]