Memphis Bleek feat Jay-Z Do My

Şarkıcı: Memphis Bleek feat Jay-Z
Albüm: Miscellaneous
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

[Jay-Z]
Turn that motherf-cker louder
It's the Roc in this motherf-cker
Bi-otch!
Oh yeah, bounce, uh uhbounce
Yeah, yeah bounce, come on
Oh come on bounce, come on

Do my ladies run this motherf-cker?
(Yeah, yeah, come on)
Or do my thugs run this motherf-cker?
(Yeah, yeah, come on)

[Memphis Bleek]
Do my ladies run it
Fat asses and flat stomachs
Throw a hand in the air
If it's the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it
Let 'em know that you're still gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air
Let 'em know you still thuggin'

Yo I come through, few of my man's
Scoop you and your friends
You, you, and you with the Timbs
In tight jeans, Chinese eyes
Indian hair, Black girl ass
Let me pour you a glass of Belvi
Tell me all about your past
Let me console your soul
While I palm your ass
And your man did what?
He ain't give you?
He cheated with her
I can't diss duke
I tell you this though
Get with this dude
I'll teach you about dough
And show you what this do
(It's a secret society, all we ask is trust)
But I don't freeze bitches
Just skeeze bitches
Break up happy homes
Just seize misses
You'll never get her back once you get a yacht
How you love that?
How you love that?

[Jay-Z]
Do my ladies run this motherf-cker?
(Yeah, yeah, come on)
Or do my thugs run this motherf-cker?
(Yeah, yeah, come on)

[Memphis Bleek]
Do my ladies run it
Fat asses and flat stomachs
Throw a hand in the air
If it's the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it
Let 'em know that you're still gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air
Let 'em know you still thuggin'

Ay yo back woods rollin'
Rap you can't hold 'em
ROC gear matchin' crews
Bleek is chillin', Murda is chillin'
What more can I say?
We still killin' em
Bags we still dealin' em
Four wheels, we wheelin' them
Chicks like I'm feelin' him
Yeah ma okay
Black jeans and Timberlands
Give them adrenaline rush
Ladies know the difference between them niggas and us
We the R-O-C and we don't stop
They don't make a gun that we don't pop
Matter fact they don't make a car that we don't drop
Thought you knew they don't make jewels that we don't cop
What you knew? You actin' like the ROC ain't hot
Or the car that I cop ain't missin' a top
And even if they don't make drops that kind
I tear da roof off like I'm Busta Rhymes motherf-cker

[Jay-Z]
Do my ladies run this motherf-cker?
(Yeah, yeah, come on)
Or do my thugs run this motherf-cker?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Come on, come on

[Memphis Bleek]
Do my ladies run it
Fat asses and flat stomachs
Throw a hand in the air
If it's the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it
Let 'em know that you're still gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air
Let 'em know you still thuggin'

[Jay-Z]
Do my ladies run this motherf-cker?
(Okay)
Or do my thugs run this motherf-cker?
(Uh-huh, okay, uh-huh)
Come on, come on

It's the R-O-C, we don't stop
It's the R-O-C, we don't stop
It's the R-O-C, we don't stop
Uh Memp Bleek, The Understanding niggas
Get your mind right, ha-ha

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Memphis Bleek feat Jay-Z All Types of Shit

Şarkıcı: Memphis Bleek feat Jay-Z
Albüm: Miscellaneous
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

yo yo

[Verse 1- Memph]
I swear to God I'm addressin all types of shit
Tote big guns, with all types of clips
See those cars I be in, all types of whips
All those whores I got, all types of chicks
See those sneaks I rock, all types of kicks
In the double xl, in all types of flicks
On my two way pager, typin' shit
I made alot of records, all type of hits
I was told to get dough, all types of chips
Flip weed, coke, dough, all types of bricks
I've been overseas, on all types of trips
My coke come on a boat, all types of ships
Catch me on ? indica, s type and shit
The new cl, type s and shit
And I bust guns at all types of clicks
Took four and made all types of flips, motherf-cker

[Chorus]
We got the S class, the cadillacs, and excel
We blowin up yall, we got all types of b's
We got the chocolate, hawaiian skunk, and purple haze
Roll it up ya'll, we got all types of trees
We got the 4-4, the glock nine, and bright ??,
We throw it up ya'll, we got all types of guns
We got the pesos, the dolla bills, the ?????
Throw it up yall, we got all types of ones

[Verse 2-Memph]
f-ckin wit these records, I made all types of deals
f-ckin wit these wild dudes, i tote all types of steel
f-ckin wit these streets, Im in all types of beef
And now, that I'm on, i got all types of creeps
Movie stars, chickenheads, all types of freaks
Hydro, chocolate, all types of trees
Bentleys, widebodies, all types of v's
Yamaha's, snowmobiles, all types of skis
Know Bleek done it all, all types of things
Know the squad rock ice, all types of bling
And I learnt from the best, all types of vets
You know I throw it up, on all types of sets
And you know I hear it all, all types of hate
But Bleek benchpress all types of weight
When my shit drop, I'm gonna get all types of scans
And rap the logo on all types of vans, motherf-cker

[Chorus 2x]

(Jay-Z talking)
yea man, its young hova
Coolin out, young Memph Bleek, u know
Wha ya niggaz need man?, whacha do, wha ya 'vice man?
You smoke, drink, do dope man, got dat shit man
Wha'cha hoes wanna see us in, suv's, coupes, drops,?
We got all dat shit man
Wha'cha like man, wha'cha u wanna see us in, five, ten bedrooms?
We sleep in twenty, we sleep in twenty, man
Wha'cha need, movie theaters, duplexes, triplexes, we got that man
Wha'cha wanna see us in, rocawear furs, holla man
Ma, what you wanna see us in?

[Girl Talking]
yo, you know what I need to see u in
I need to see you in some briefs

*music stops*
[Jay-Z]
Briefs!?
*singing*
No we don't do that..hahaha....holla!

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Memphis Bleek feat Jay-Z, Missy Elliott Is That Yo Bitch?

Şarkıcı: Memphis Bleek feat Jay-Z, Missy Elliott
Albüm: Miscellaneous
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

[Jay-Z]
R-O-C
Memph Bleek do it again
Jigga man, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Missy, sho' nuff

[Memphis Bleek]
Yo check it now, yo, yo
Watch y'alls eyes
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down ?
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side of the ride
Damn Bleek, can't speak
Uh-huh, okay, what's up, SHUT UP
And close the door
Act like you been in the drop top
On the open road before
Fix your weave, then fix me
Ever gave head doing 160
Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy
How you like the way the white wife beat fit me
M-dot, him hot, them not
(That's gangsta)

[Missy]
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch

[Jay-Z]
Uh, yo don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I f-ck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me BIG
(And another one!)
And my name is Jay-Z
She be all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking over your bitch
Coming over your shit
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans
I got your bitch in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
When I twist her in the Gold sedan
Like I'm Goldie man, you've been chosen man
Jigga man, ice burg with the frozen hands
? don't make it frozen man

[Missy]
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch

[Memphis Bleek]
Yo how dumb the pimp?
I heard he bought a new five
Maybe a six
Copped that for his new down bitch
And I was digging that down since '96
Memph man I'll take your bitch
Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip
And you know how it go when it come to the hoes
She can do the same thing ?
?, don't get mad at me
Got your wife callin' me daddy
Put her out on the street let her get that cheese
My bad is that your freak
But you know how a thug do
When a nigga hit that, it's f-ck you
Keep it snug, tre deuce in the boot
Niggas wanna act, f-ck a slut too

[Missy]
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch

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Memphis Bleek feat Jay-Z, Twista, Missy Elliott Is That Your Chick?

Şarkıcı: Memphis Bleek feat Jay-Z, Twista, Missy Elliott
Albüm: Miscellaneous
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

[Jay-Z]
R-O-C
Memphis Bleek
Jigga man
Missy
Twista
Show naa

[Jay-Z]
Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I f-ck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me BIG
(And another one!)
And my name is Jay-Z
She be all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking over your bitch
Coming over your shit
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans
I got your bitch in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
When I twist her in the Gold sedan
Like I'm Goldie man, you've been chosen man
Jigga man, ice burg with the frozen hands
Why them mans don't make it frozen man

[Missy]
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch

[Memphis Bleek]
Yo check it now, yo, yo
Your hoe choose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down Cho Cha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side of the ride
Damn Bleek, can't speak
Uh-huh, okay, what's up, SHUT UP
And close the door
Act like you been in the drop top
On the open road before
Fix your weave, then fix me
Ever gave head doing 160
Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy
How you like the way the white wife beat fit me
M-dot, him hot, them not
(That's gangsta)

[Missy]

[Twista]
Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming
Like a demon fiending for the semen
Chrome gleaming like the dome off Keenan
Gone while I'm leanin' smoking
I'm whip it in the stomach
Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashing your money
Why you acting so funny?
You know she been flirting while your working
Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain
Poppin' that pussy
Sweatin' till no fluid is left
When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death
You gon' ruin your rep
Trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers
Playa lectures got me shining like a new Gator stepper
Must have been mad
When your ho put my stuff in the dash
Bust in her ass
To climax I come up with a nab
The game don't stop
Legit ballers bending up the block
Niggas rushing, coming at us cause of status and props
Sucking and f-cking, loving it when I put tha dick inside her
Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah

[Missy]

[Jay-Z]
Why you home alone, while she's out with me
Room 112, hotel balcony
How she say Jay you can call the house for me
There's no respect at all
You betta check her dawg
She keep beggin' me to hit it raw
So she can have my kids and say it was yours
How foul is she?
And you wiped her, shit I put that rubber on tighter
Sent her home, when she entered home
You hugged her up
What the f-ck is up?
She got you whipped, got your kids
Got your home, but that's not your bitch
You share that girl, don't let 'em hear that at Earl
It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick
Ain't saving it, unfaithful bitch

[Missy]

[Memphis Bleek]
Yo, how dumb that pimp?
I heard he trick
Bought a new five, maybe a six
Copped that for his new down bitch
And I was digging that down since '96 shit
Memph man I'll take your bitch
Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip
And you know how it go when it come to the hoes
She can do the same thing to the click you know
Your hoe chose, don't get mad at me
Got your wife callin' me daddy
Put her out on the street let her get that cheese
My bad is that your freak
But you know how a thug do
When a nigga hit that, it's f-ck you
Keep it snub, tre deuce in the boot
Niggas wanna act, get a mutha f-ckin' a slug too

[Missy]

[Jay-Z]
(Cool out homie)
You betta keep her away from my balling clique
Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix
From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing dicks
From catz who order Cris play on the floor with the Knicks
It can only lead to something unfortunate
Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your bitch
Play the floor dot Jigga man go first
Then we all rock cause we all hot
You know the boy from the Roc got them whores on lock
Got the bitches in the smash
Make your drawers drop fast
Do we get more cash than the average nigga?
All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this nigga
Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that
You would f-ck mine
How the hell could you knock that?
I'm just playing the cards chose for me
Jigga man who ya supposed to be?

[Missy X2]

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Memphis Bleek feat Jay-Z What You Think of That

Şarkıcı: Memphis Bleek feat Jay-Z
Albüm: Miscellaneous
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:

[M.Bleek]
That's right, Up front and personal

[Chorus]
Where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at?
I love these streets, what you think of that?
My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats
I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that?
What you think of that? What you think of that?
I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?
Where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at?
I love these streets, what you think of that?
My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats
I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that?
What you think of that? What you think of that?
I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?

[Verse 1]
Yo, light the treez up, my hoez, D cupped, G's up
Memph Bleek, nigga, what?!?
Ride shotgun in the range,
bitches pay the price for thangz, rock ice and chains
Yo they change under the weather, it got a little cold, too iced out
You can hardly see the gold,
that's the way a nigga rock now, don't stop now
Still on the block now, shorty, hold the glock down
Only thingz changed, the bitches I pressed,
the way they fit in the dress
Like em big in the breasts,
shoes gotta be the shit, don't walk in kicks
Yo you rollin wit the Memph, twitch the dutch and split
Break the f-ck out, bang, back a truck out,
often see the rims these bitches'll bug out
You know what though?
I don't give a f-ck though, Still in the cut, let the .44 blow

[Chorus]
Where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at?
I love these streets, what you think of that?
My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats
I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that?
What you think of that? What you think of that?
I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?
Where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at?
I love these streets, what you think of that?
My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats
I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that?
What you think of that? What you think of that?
I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?

[Verse 2]
Yo, it's all about a brick kid, gettin bent kid, slide wit a chick kid
Where the benz kid? Creep on it, make catz sleep on it
You know what your song lack, Bleek on it
It's straight for stacks, where you hatin cats
World premier type broad, I'ma make you that, stay shapin that
Yeah, make a stack, show them niggaz where they girls be fakin that
What you think of THAT? Where my niggaz at?
We all around the streets where them figures at
New Acc, put the top down, nigga, crack sold out now
Where it's at? Ball out now, straight to the morgue, play? Yo we ball
Y'all gon hate till I fall so I spray till I'm gone,
gotta push the coupe and do what he do
I ride in the truck, I'm high nigga, wha?

[Chorus]
Where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at?
I love these streets, what you think of that?
My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats
I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that?
What you think of that? What you think of that?
I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?
Where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at?
I love these streets, what you think of that?
My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats (Uh)
I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that?
What you think of that? What you think of that? (Uh Oh)
I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that? (Uh Oh)

[Jay-Z]
Know niggas ain't frontin like i'm a clown or sumthin
Like I don't get down or sumthin
Like I don't tote a 4 pound of sumthin
Round here frontin like my shit don't sound like nuttin
Like I ain't got the crown or suttin
Like I ain't the nigga you base ya life on
I guess i ain't the reason you got that ice on
Like I ain't the muthaf-ckin dude wit the shoes
I guess I ain't the reason you rhyme the way you do
Like I ain't the nigga who mastered all flows
And the reason they can't sell them four point O's
Like I ain't 5 mill, and what do ya joint go?
Excuse me? Nigga don't confuse me
I ain't one of you rappers who got a deal
I'm one of the few niggaz spittin it and got it for real
And even if you hatin, you gotta knock it in yo wheels
And the day that i stop it.....ILL!!

[Chorus]
Where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at?
I love these streets, what you think of that?
My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats
I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that?
What you think of that? What you think of that?
I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?
Where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at?
I love these streets, what you think of that?
My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats
I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that?
What you think of that? What you think of that?
I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?

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