Gonna Be Sumthin
(专辑: Ryde Or Die Vol. 3: In The "R" We Trust - 2001)
Mm Ruff Ryders Next genertaion I
didnt see the
empire If you want Jacksons with a
system that'll wake up the
dead With a
truck full of birds feedin them bread And before y'all bet just noticed that (uh-huh) I
treat dice games like football; I
pop niggaz and don't give 'em a
quarter back And then I'm spendin that in the
store where the
linen at Same night in the
club where the
Cris' and the
women at Y'know, twenty-three with a
hell of a
flow Six with no steering wheel, I
just tell it where to go, uh "Stop, make a
right at the
bar" to all the
C.E.O.'s it's ten o'clock Do you know where your artists are? Dee, I'm in the
club smellin like Cristal cologne Dial Star-8-2 before you call my phone A
little boy in a
grown man's world But as a
little boy I
could fuck a
grown man's girl And if I
bust in your mother then you become my enemy Get it? .. Enemy? Uhh [Chorus: Aja +
Infrared] Ladies is jumpin, niggaz is thumpin Bottles is poppin, it's gon' be somethin Cause I
don't care if my ladies in here And you know, I
don't care if your niggaz in here, uhh Ladies is jumpin, niggaz is thumpin Bottles is poppin, it's gon' be somethin It's gon' be somethin cause I
don't care if my ladies in here Cause you know, I
don't care if your niggaz in here, whooooo! [Cross] Let's get shit poppin Ladies, call me Cross cause I
hit the
spottin And I, stay fresh cause they take me shoppin We can en-joy life (uh-huh) as the
cash spends Flash Bent's (uh-huh) fast Benz (whoooo!) You and me Ma, your man's past-tense (let's go) And I'ma wait to put the
baby asleep Cause you know, I'ma hit you while your baby asleep Whooooo! To say this a
creep, after I
nuttin Bitch, I'm a
pimp, I
ain't askin for nuttin I
mastered frontin, fuck cocky, I
got olympic ice Rock's the
size of olympic lights, uhh [Chorus] [Infrared +
Cross] They call me dick 'em down, slick 'em, I'm quick to hit 'em They call me dick 'em down lovely, it's nothin above me You know, a
house is not a
house unless there's four drive-ways While I
be in the
club pourin Cris' sideways And I'm standin outside to wipe out your team and come to your funeral and pour out casket cream Yeaaaah I
said slow down honey I'm bout to wrap you up in jewels like Egyptian mummies Cause when I.N.C. die they puttin our face on money Ain't that funny? Y'all haters move and get stoled on You know we keep killers under the
wing like roll-on You ain't never seen nothin like this before Y'all been gettin straight cook up nigga, we straight raw And if you did, you lyin to yourself for these past days We like Big, we get more butts than ashtrays nigga Uhh.. [Chorus repeat 2X]