1.Intro
Lyricist：Chad Hugo, Jr., Gene Thornton, Terrence Le Varr Thornton,
Pharrell Williams
1, 2, 3, 4
1, 2, 3, 4
1, 2, 3, 4, 1
Clones
2.Hot
Lyricist：A. Holly, Chad Hugo, Amir Porter, Terrance Thornton, Pharrell
Williams
Malice saying we too hot
New verses please, c'mon
Hot damn, it's a new day
Hot damn, but them boys want the money man
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hot damn
My how the boys grow？
From roaming low into homes to homes of his own
No catching up he's in a whole another zone
Still true to his roots, stay close to the chrome
Haters stay clear of him
Y'all stay in cheer for him
Got up out the game and overcame
Let's hear it for him
Keep a new toy so I wonder how good
I'm not enjoying life I'm re-living my childhood
Big chain monster, whip game bonkers
Monster truck remind him of Tonka
Diamond M color plush gold still gutter
My deal is in the mills
Motherfucker and I ain't stutter
Bitter sweet, my life's a musical
From holding nose to roles gold
The Lord's beautiful
Before him I'm to shame to show my face
But she's so mean, can't help but to fall off the race,
motherfucker
Hot damn, it's a new day
Hot damn, but them boys want the money man
Hot damn, when the white hit the pen it
Twist and it tumbles, it flips and it fumbles
I mix it like gumbo, I pitch it so subtle
I keep hustle so pother feds I got 'em wondering
What happened to that boy？
Six maneuver, how to slip into that toy
Is it the pimp, the crook a hustler thing？
The man, the music, the making, the king
Constantly builded by me
A million men marching like calling them the King Kong
The verse making the world sing
My hearts on the sleeve-a
Y'all basically just like my opinion
The bars hoping the sun shines on them
But you still gotta watch the phonies
Watch your homies, we got you, homie
Hot damn, it's a new day
Hot damn, but them boys want the money man
Ugh, handle the rock like none other
Wrist over the stove, head under the cupboard
In the kitchen till the fume make me feel smothered
The way it melt fiends can't believe it's not butter
The way it melt, he won't cop from non-other
The he who hoes O's like crispy creams oven
Or easy bake, pink D.V's make
The presidential look like strawberry shortcake P？
Imagine that Royals Royce crashed it
We unscratched in, that billionaire boys club fashion, ugh
You niggas is clones, I hand out styles like ice cream cones
Get the fuck out'a here
That's for real, my gats is real
SL5 is looking like the Bat Mobile
Chrome lips with the matching wheel, ugh
Both chains probably match a deal
Y'all dudes is a act for real pusha
Hot damn, it's a new day
Hot damn, but them boys want the money man
You either salute deaf, 'cause you looked at
That's what a old G told me
That was the exact moment I decided to take a pact
And if you owed me and if I decided to take it back
It wasn't nicely expect Roscoe to put you back in place
I'm what you call a destructive war path
It will be shell showers in today's forecast
You a gangsta？ I can't tell
Your diamonds don't blimmen when the light hit it
Those jewels aren't genuine, because if it was
I'm nice with it, I would have been took that
That skin stacked in your pocket, I would have been shook that
And this world you gotta watch it, I'm here to warn ya
Cats turn informal, over snow wrapped and wags
My son's home, crying, don't give me no slack
Just put the motherfucking money in the bag
These words have been said as I hide behind glove and mask
Coldchain's not your typical crook
I'm being watched, look at the camera linens in the bush
Hot damn, it's a new day
Hot damn, but them boys want the money man
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hot damn
3.Good Girl - Vanessa Marquez
Lyricist：Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams
You just lost a good girl, good girl, good girl
A good girl, you lost today from such a good thing
Good girl, good girl from such a good thing
You walked away
Thought I was your guiding light, your angel
What did I know
Was prepared to sacrifice my halo
I was bugging out
Everybody come to me
Telling me the things they seen
Your girlfriend live for the lime lite
But that's alright if that's what you like
You just lost a good girl, good girl, good girl
A good girl, you lost today from such a good thing
Good girl, good girl from such a good thing, you walked away
(You walked away)
How could mistake us having sex with making love？
Inside, I'll never know
How can I believe you knew what real love was？
It's real I said is so
Everybody come to me
Telling me the things they seen
Your girlfriend live for the lime lite
But that's alright if thats what you like
You just lost a good girl, good girl, good girl
A good girl, you lost today from such a good thing
Good girl, good girl from such a good thing
You walked away
I reminisce you that morning
You held me close, said we could rewrite history
So how could you blow it, song has no notes ？
So what will the angel sing？, Guess nothing
Thought I was over my life's biggest hurdle
But oh, no, no, no
It seems destined these arrangements circles
That's how it goes
Everybody come to me
Telling me the things they seen
Your girlfriend who live for the lime lite
But that's alright if thats what you like
You just lost a good girl, good girl, good girl
A good girl, you lost today from such a good thing
Good girl, good girl from such a good thing
You walked away
Not really a jealous girl
My heart open doors to a place you can walk through
More precious than any girl, darling your best friend
Someone you can talk to
So I'm single now
4.The Don Of Dons
Lyricist：Chad Hugo, William Maragh, Jason Phillips, Pharrell Williams
Well, hear dis
Original Dan die hearted dog heart
Haffi put de old iron pon dem
Me cyaan live inna no peace ca de whole a dem
Informer dem an dem a cause problem
Chop it
Koo mama, koo mama, ma koo saw
Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Tenor Saw
Mama koo, mama koo, mama, ma koo Saw
Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Big Poppa
Aay, a wha dem fa me sey a wha dem a do yah
Ba a nuff a dem me hear sey dem a born gangsta
Ba a when me check it out de whole a dem a poser
Oonu tell dem dem wi run up inna wi Bushmaster
Boys, perplex de flex an man a go queeze de trigger
Sey dem a shotta, dem a shotta, man a straight shoota
An straighter den de guy weh clap Martin Luther
For murda is a word weh some a dem only heard a
Oonu tell dem a de Rappa Dappa Dan dem a falla
Oonu tell dem Mr. Cat a Dance Hall Emperor
Oonu tell dem Rappa Dan a Ram Dance Master
An inna de dancehall a music me charged fa, sing
Koo mama, koo mama, ma koo saw
Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Tenor Saw
Mama koo mama koo mama ma koo Saw
Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Big Poppa
Aay, a wha dem fa me sey a wha dem a do yah
Ba a nuff a dem me hear sey dem a born gangsta
Ba a when me check it out de whole a dem a poser
Oonu tell dem, dem wi run up inna wi Bushmaster
Boys, perplex de flex an man a go queeze de trigger
When de don of dons put de ting pon dem
Original don of dons put de ting pon dem
Original don of dons put de ting pon dem
De don of dons put de ting pon dem
Because me cyaan live inna no peace ca de whole a dem
Informer dem an dem a cause problem
Carry mi name gone a station to superinten
Sey de Rappa Dappa bustin' up a Mack 10
Sey de Rappa Dappa causing pure problem
From New York City to de clock a Big Ben
De whole world a shout de Rappa Dan come again
Tell dem true gangsta never have no need fe pretend
A bag a duppy men dem men deh send a Maypen
So bad bull inna Pen a Man nuh fraid a none a dem
Fa man a leaf a root a man a branch an stem
Car wha me luv sey dat a Mercedes Benz
Koo mama, koo mama, ma koo saw
Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Tenor Saw
Mama koo, mama koo, mama ma koo Saw
Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Big Poppa
Aay, A wha dem fa me sey a wha dem a do yah
Ba a nuff a dem me hear sey dem a born gangsta
Ba a when me check it out de whole a dem a poser
Oonu tell dem dem wi run up inna wi Bushmaster
Boys, perplex de flex an man a go queeze de trigger
When de don of dons put de ting pon dem
Original don of dons put de ting pon dem
Original don of dons put de ting pon dem
De don of dons put de ting pon dem
Because me cyaan live inna no peace ca de whole a dem
Informer dem an dem a cause problem
Carry mi name gone a station to superinten
Sey de Rappa Dappa bustin' up a Mack 10
Uh, you know me, K I S S, kiss of death
LP soon come for ya, bless bless
I don't give a fuck about ya rock size
Nigga, my guns is grandfather clock size
The Winchester, the Thompson, the Bushmaster
They it, break something off and they push past ya
And you know they say, that it's better to kill 'em than rob 'em
'Cause informers are problems, set 'em in water you could
dissolve 'em
'Cause it's a rat in every hood and everybody knows 'em
To whom it may, I'm the Don Jada
Specialize in purple haze, cocaine in the Montega
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head, probably get nice
When I'm be-yond dead, get ya shit tight
You dudes is bitch, wear 'em if ya shoes'll fit
The game ain't changed, the rules just switched
When de don of dons put de ting pon dem
Original don of dons put de ting pon dem
Original don of dons put de ting pon dem
De don of dons put de ting pon dem
Because me cyaan live inna no peace ca de whole a dem
Informer dem an dem a cause problem
Carry mi name gone a station to superinten
Sey de Rappa Dappa bustin' up a Mack 10
5.Rock N' Roll - Fam-Lay
Lyricist：Chad Hugo, Nathaniel Johnson, Pharrell Williams
Hmm, yes sir
Rock and roll, man roll and rock
I got tens, got twentys, got fifty blocks
I got smoke to buy, coke for sale
Sold much coke, got coke in jail
In the white Rolls Royce with my man Pharrell
This lil' nigga got beats too fresh to be stale
But I'ma take you back to the early eighties
When my cousin Stacey had the pearl Mercedes
My aunt cousin Wack had the black on black
Ac' coupe Legend with the gold in the back
I was just a lil' young'n runnin' wild as hell
Runnin' round wild trynta get that mail
Lil' shorty dudes trynta learn the grooves
I was twelve years old brought it to the school
'Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know 'bout this
But if you feel me, throw your bows up, star track
Try to set up shop get glowed up
Hey, I'm the Candyman, I got mo' than frozen cups
I got your chop top sour diesel roll-ups
Fam, we can roll up, star track
But Fam, don't try to roll up, star track
Don't make me pull these motherfuckin' fo's up
'Cause it's like that
The fiends is dyin', things is lyin'
Missin' on the streets, so the fiends is still buyin'
Right on time and money on the mind and
On them twenty-fo's, them bit-ches straight shinin'
But y'all niggaz don't know 'bout this
Fresh new kicks with the new outfit
Got the all black top with the black on black
You ever see me creepin', just back on back
'Cause I got that pump and it is gon' spit
I ain't no punk and I ain't no snitch
From a place on earth called Huntersville
Where people out there got love for real
Got love for all who got love for me
If a coward ever ran then it wasn't me
I'll be on the curb movin' dubs and B's
And if you ever bought a dub then it was for me
I ever get caught then it was to be
I'ma just make bail by my cousin E
Back on the Porsche with the mobile phone
Like eleven in the mornin' them hoes to go home
Trynta score and get this shit off quick
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know 'bout this
But if you feel me, throw your bows up, star track
Try to set up shop get glowed up
Hey, I'm the Candyman, I got mo' than frozen cups
I got your chop top sour diesel roll-ups
Fam, we can roll up, star track
But Fam, don't try to roll up, star track
Don't make me pull these motherfuckin' fo's up
'Cause it's like that
Aww shit, this is the part when the fight just start
When the fists get to swingin' and the four-fifths spark
And then the bitches get to runnin' and the bitch just scream
And we spin off in Rolls and it's so damn clean
I stand on my block, the cam on the spot
My hands in my pocket, both hammers is cocked
Waitin' for a nigga to just act up
My right hand big six, got my bait back up
Niggaz lookin' all jealous, lookin' mad as hell
Actin' like lil' girls, like tattle-tales
Mad 'cause my right hand bad as hell
I would've kept shootin' but I had a sale
See, I'm a crime boss three sixty-five
Lookin' for a Nina Ross, she just can ride
Picked up my cash and slide all sweet
Nigga tried to snatch ass, knocked his heart off beat
Nigga talk trash like the shit all sweet
Wont'cha all take the cash dogg, not off me
Hustlin's in my veins you cannot stop it
Walkin' on the block with life in my pocket
I'm trynta score and get this shit off quick
You ain't from the ghetto, y'all don't know 'bout this
But if you feel me, throw your bows up, star track
Try to set up shop get glowed up
Hey, I'm the Candyman, I got mo' than frozen cups
I got your chop top sour diesel roll-ups
Fam, we can roll up, star track
But Fam, don't try to roll up, star track
Don't make me pull these motherfuckin' fo's up
'Cause it's like that
Aww shit, this is the part when the fight just start
When the fists get to swingin' and the four-fifths spark
And then the bitches get to runnin' and the bitch just scream
And we spin off in Rolls and it's so damn clean
Star track, star track
6.Dirt McGirt ＆ Pharrell - Pop Shit
Lyricist：Chad Hugo, Russell T Jones, Pharrell L Williams
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(Guess who's raw？)
Yeah, mothafucker, you know who it is
Ol' Dirty Bastard a.k.a. Dirt McGirt
Killin' anything that moves
Killin' anything that moves
You know what time it is
Neptunes mothafucker, The Neptunes
Yo 1, 2, 1, 2
(Yeah, this shit don't stop!)
Plug it up, cocaine make ya speakers blow
Party amps gettin' sniffed up now with it too
When there's somethin' in my camp, a wireless amp
High as a ramp, speak to Wu like stamp
The wet got me damp, pussy darker than lamp
Moses you don't wanna attempt, I see all fans
I'm too drunk too, now you like, 'Move'
Coked out in Peru, in hair like shampoo
Small like snubs, camera to you scrubs
Kinda like stubs, confidential at the club
Sniff buds like Rule, I fast Ghost like Wu
Get CREAM like tube, burn ya fast food
Appeared in rude, we'll take ya panties off nude
Yes and renewed, big guns and clued
Bitch I'm loose like Lugz, Dirty to the litter bug
Girls you like hugs？ I don't like thugs
Pop shit, bitch what's wrong？
Pop shit, nigga what's wrong？
(Take my drink it's about to get)
Ooh
(Take my drink it's about to get)
Ooh
(Me and my niggas about to get)
Sued
(Me and my niggas about to stop)
You
Aiyo all this shit is from the ghetto
Smoke Palmetto sing like Peno
Carry the Heathrow's, scared of police though
They tried to kill O. in prison yo
Had me turned out, drunk is all about
I got this money pourin' out the stout
I'm a loud mouth, drunk party is out
Play this music on every route
Follow Dirty, I'm the WhiteOut
Catch bitches like trout, get drunk, won't stop
I'm gettin' this money, called gettin' honey
Streets of Brooklyn and ain't a damn thing funny
Have a day sunny, bitches put me in ya tummy
I'm the nigga on the cross burnin' about 20
Go me a bunny lookin' good and funny
All you niggaz, is straight crash dummies
Pop shit, bitch what's wrong？
Pop shit, nigga what's wrong？
(Take my drink it's about to get)
Ooh
(Take my drink it's about to get)
Ooh
(Me and my niggas about to get)
Sued
(Me and my niggas about to stop)
You
I was checkin' out my melody before The Blueprint
Felony, a nuisance, huggin' me and my two cents
Don't double the six takes, never did a mixtape
But rather a chick take but waste any weather we get cake
I let rats have it, fuck these rap faggots
Everybody want the kid dead like Pat Garrett
I'm a goon, speak with a mellow tone
Rock yellow stones, gun longer than a broom
'Cause felon on the ride is long due and soon
Out again like boom, government comin' soon
Anything less is uncivilized like it tastes mad
I'm a shoot a youth's Sajak, cooler than a Maybach
Arubu known to collect, twistin' up that haze black
And Backwood on that, hoodrat, I stay strapped
P. P., don't carry that weight
Nigga redhead, fuck with chicks if their head straight
Pop shit, bitch what's wrong？
Pop shit, nigga what's wrong？
(Take my drink it's about to get)
Ooh
(Take my drink it's about to get)
Ooh
(Me and my niggas about to get)
Sued
(Me and my niggas about to stop)
You
Yeah you know what time it is
It's that new shit
Dirt McGirt, Neptunes
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