1.Work That Thang
Uh-oh uh-oh, uh-oh
Rule one, gotta have her shaped like a bottle
Two, then you gotta walk like a model
Three, then you gotta show me you can wobble
Work That Thang
Rule one, gotta have her shaped like a bottle
Two, then you gotta walk like a model
Three, then you gotta show me you can wobble
Work That Thang
Don't trip, I'mma give ya the game like I'm supposed to
Late, let a true playa show ya
Don't front because ya know a nigga know ya
Heard that, you only give it up to soldja's
Runnin around, break bread lovin' the sound
Get down! Get-get-get down!
Strip sounds, make a bitch clown
We lounge, all around up-town
Stank bitch, rock dick in their mouth
Quick flip, hit the ass, touch her up in her mouth
？？？, Best dressed, plus I'm holdin it down
Sharp shave, catch the Braves, straight from up-town
Street bitch, pretty whipped, with the flow on the dex
Act bad, ？？？？？？？？？？？？
Fat ass, nipples hard, and she's breakin the law
Givin me head in the truck, while she swallowin it up
Rule 1, gotta have her shaped like a bottle
Two, then you gotta walk like a model
Three, then you gotta show me you can wobble
Work That Thang
(x2)
I gotta lotta dope bitches on my mind
But I won't allow bitches, to waste my time
After a couple of albums, I seek my prime
But I still got the urge to put 'em in my rhyme
That's right I'm ？ and I gotta flex
Stupid bitch act bad, and I just holla next
I get a convex if you come to my complex
Act bad, don't wanna have sex
Gettin paid, feelin' played, ain't part of the strip
You better get money, stop tryin to flip
Won't ya pop, won't ya pop girl just don't stop
Just work that thang for ya boy lila
Big hips, big lips, that's a model bitch
Hit the flo, bend it over, and wobble it
Cocky built, cocky built, she makin me hot
Bend ya ass, back it up, break it down - booty bop
Rule 1, gotta have her shaped like a bottle
Two, then you gotta walk like a model
Three, then you gotta show me you can wobble
Work That Thang
(x2)
Shake wit it, ya gotta have some bump wit it
Fuck wit it, if ya wanna you can bop wit it
I don't see nothin wrong...if ya wanna show that thong
Like Marvin Gaye, Let's Get It On
Everytime ya hear this song, work it baby like ya grown
Holla at ya boy, girl make it known
Like em tall, big fine, real cute in the face,
36 inch tits, 24 inch waist
Black skin, red bone, it don't matter to me
As long as ya fuck like ya ？
Tattooson the back, right above the crack
2.Things Got Wild
Chorus
Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
Verse 1
{yella boy}
I was creepin through newtons gave my boy some fuckin dap
I looked to my right and lil hurt was about to strap
I rocked upon the mic I made the whole crowd clap
Tec-9 was in the back with boo-koo bitches on his lap
Bigge de bouncin through the pot hos was on my j
Im givin eye to eye to this lil freak named renee
Spittin much game and my game be cold
Now why them hos be sweatin me
Because of the vibes of the kangol
Chorus
Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
Verse two
{tec-9}
Everybody buck wild because it's sunday night
Music got it goin on and it's kind of hype
Lil ya is on the mutherfuckin mic tonight
Got the bitches pussy poppin so we keepin it tight
My nigga pee wee in the back rippin shit up
He asked me would I grab the mic I said wusup
Ya know I slowly approach the mic wit my hand
Everybody was clappin to what I was sayin
Till that nigga from the other side shouted out
Mutherfuck that third put a boot in yo mouth!
Got damn nigga trippin must be on that shit
Cuz before the bitch knew I was gettin dat lick
As I knocked out the big mouth who fucked up my show
I told him it was sent around so it's time to go
Chorus
Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
Third verse
{lil ya}
Sittin in the club lookin real sharp gee
Niggas break out fightin uh oh it's gettin rowdy
Hos in the front tryna break it up Im chillin in the back
Tryna get my fuckin dick sucked
Ya see they distracted about wards
They servin them hos come up drivin and shoppin in fancy cars
But me Im just chillin like a fuckin villain
Step against the chrome and there will be another killin
Somebodys on the mic rockin the bitches
Lil slim my nigga pimp they shit was tight
Nigga lit up a blunt the hos was nothin nice
The big man started to make fight
Chairs started flyin in the air
But when you at newtons nobody don't care
Then ms. tee poped up on the scene
With that I don't give a ( I don't give a)
You know what that mean bitches weigh tires
With the fuck me yella they was straight eddie bowin
Who the fuck is tec-9 a nigga with a lot of dog bitches
On his mutherfuckin mind then I head of juvie of valence street
Down wit playa they call him lil gangsta dee
Newton was wild that night gee that's the same night
Every fuckin thing got wild
Chorus
Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
Verse four
{yella boy}
I slowly moved to the bar to get another slow gin
I turned back around hands was goin in the wind
A nigga can't walk straight he full of that fuckin dank
Walked up to another nigga that was drunk and waist his drink
He said ya blow my fuckin high so nigga don't apologize
I feel ya about to play me like a ho suddenly ya bout to die
Chorus
Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
Fifth verse
{tec-9}
Now I can't understand how a nigga sweat a bitch
Gettin all pumped because yo ho in my shit
If ya tell her in her face ya fucked her
Then that uptown bitch wouldn't disrespect ya
You don went and got yo whole posse for me
Ya tried to test my nine to see if I was a gee
Mutherfucker as I pop my trunk let me see dat ass run
But the bullets from my gage put ya on front page
All the shit that went down didn't even make since
When they put you in the bag I was diggin up in yo bitch
As I left the scene everybody started to watch me
I got to get the fuck before them people try to rob me
Chorus
Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
Everything is wild yo that's not my style
I like to keep my game smooth like the water in the nile
Why shits always startin while a nigga is tryna chill
Every fuckin night ya hear somebodys gettin killed
3.Pussy C'mon To Me
Chorus
Pussy cmon to me pussy cmon to me pussy
Pussy cmon to me pussy cmon to me pussy
Pussy cmon to me pussy cmon to me pussy
Pussy cmon to me pussy cmon to me pussy
Pussy cmon to me pussy cmon to me pussy
Verse one
{yella boy}
Pussy weigh uptown (uptown)
Pussy weigh downtown (downtown)
Pussy weigh fronton (fronton)
Pussy weigh backtown (backtown)
I got pussy on my mind got to have time
Just fuckin a dog bitch tryna break her fuckin spine
Hos brangin on how they fuck and aint gonna do dat lick
Labeled as my bitch so bitch suck my fuckin dick
I like to watch an p popper trick ass just do it
If ya want to give me that pussy bitch you got to show and prove
it
Just serve my fuckin body and I want the whole nine
But bitches let me shoot in they mouth I aint lyin
Its an everyday thing to jump the pussy with the dick
If ya think that shits legit so ride it suck it ride it
To ya make my knees tremble my dick run down yo throat
Quick to jack my balls nipple so bust another nut if ya down wit
me
Mutherfuckers stank hos I got pussy cmon to me
Chorus
Pussy cmon to me pussy cmon to me pussy
Pussy cmon to me pussy cmon to me pussy
Pussy cmon to me pussy cmon to me pussy
Pussy cmon to me pussy cmon to me pussy
Pussy cmon to me pussy cmon to me pussy
Verse two
{yella}
Im never down with a pussy because a bitch aint shit
Fuckin em doggin em leavin em makin em run behind this dick
Ya reppin on that pussy bitch don't make me get loose
Here I come flip a gin quarter juice hos like a mean dick
Stickin em in they fuckin pussy ya comin like ya crazy
Don't forget to wash yo pussy
I got bitches on my dick seven days a week
Servin puttin em up Im a fool from the three
Doggin a bitch doggin dat one because Im true to the players
game
Im a third one fuckin ya sweeter leavin her shanked
Don't give me no fuckin leaf because ya not that type of girl
Freakin fuckin not lossin in this world
Its all right to give me some love put yo mouth on my dick
Be cool and face the fact ya just another one on my list
So bust another nut if ya know ya down with me
Mutherfuckers stank hos I got pussy cmon to me
Chorus
Pussy cmon to me pussy cmon to me pussy
Pussy cmon to me pussy cmon to me pussy
Pussy cmon to me pussy cmon to me pussy
Pussy cmon to me pussy cmon to me pussy
Pussy cmon to me pussy cmon to me pussy
Verse three
{yella}
Im back on the scene niggas makin dat green
They want to holla at a player for a trip to
Rubisteam ya never holla because I didn't have the power
Now I got the power because niggas makin dollars
I fuck em then leave em no feelins are felt
I say them hos suck melph I say them hos suck melph
If you aint on yo feet behind yo back them hos cheatin
Now she got yo head smokin now her ass you have to beat
Them dog mutherfuckers only out for one thing
Lookin for a fuckin gangster would some brain dick and game
The times have changed I know you hos will say the same
When ya see me in the club I wish he never came
Mutherfuck you hos in the house who can't take it
Bitch Im on the fuckin map the u aint fakin
Now this is for them hos who you pass up this dick
Im comin up strong so you can suck my dick
Bust another nut if ya know ya down wit me
Mutherfuckers stank hos I got pussy cmon to me
Chorus
Pussy cmon to me pussy cmon to me pussy
Pussy cmon to me pussy cmon to me pussy
Pussy cmon to me pussy cmon to me pussy
Pussy cmon to me pussy cmon to me pussy
Pussy cmon to me pussy cmon to me pussy
Pussy weigh uptown (uptown)
Pussy weigh dowtown (downtown)
Pussy weigh fronton (fronton)
Pussy weigh backtown (backtown)
Tec-9 got pussy boo-koo pussy
Mickey mike got pussy boo-koo pussy
Suga fingers got pussy boo-koo pussy
Lil ya got pussy boo-koo pussy
The big man got pussy boo-koo pussy
Lil slim got pussy boo-koo pussy
Lil ivory got pussy boo-koo pussy
Gangsta dee got pussy boo-koo pussy
Hahahaha!
4.Pop 'Em Up
{u. n. l. v. talking}
Wusup! to my nigga kel, third ward is the motherfuckin house
Mac melph calio, r.i.p. pimp daddy, kilo ya with me, wusup bryce
hahahaha
Chorus：{tec-9}
Pop em up, pop em up
Watch em bleed to death
Ya played with the tec-9 now ya takin yo last breath
Chorus： {lil ya}
Pop em up, pop em up
Watch em bleed to death
Ya played with the lil ya now ya takin yo last breath
Chorus： {yella boy}
Pop em up, pop em up
Watch em bleed to death
Ya played with the yella boy now ya takin yo last breath
{tec-9}
I got to get my dash on my back window is startin to rumble
I look back I see niggas bustin Im out numbered
Tryna take my head off, but I was kind of lucky
These niggas slipped, and they bustin, but couldnt get me
Had to put my monte carlo away got myself an forty-five
＞from my nigga, who live close around the way
Now I got to find that nigga, Im gonna stalk that nigga
Im gonna show yo ass, how to keep the finger on the trigger
Like john wayne, Im handy with the steel when it's time to kill
Man I handle my business strickly on the real
Chorus
{lil ya}
Pop em up, pop em up, spttin bullets at yo ass
Now it's time to make a third ward dash
But first hear me out motherfuckers and indorse yo words
You makin me sick with all that hoe shit you got on
My last nerves, I had to get my strap and go bam!
You say Im insane, now it's time to let my
Motherfuckin nuts hang and spit on you niggas
I don't need stars on my chest to make my fuckin name bigger
Im the capital y-a from the three u.n.l.v.
You repped on me, now I got to serve ya g
I can feel ya, look in my eyes guaranteed you wont
See no disguise, cuz Im real aint no fuckin boy in me
I was an hustler, and now Im a g
I got real niggas by my side, don't fuck with the fake kind
This is for you dissers now I know Im on yo mind
Chorus
{yella boy}
Money in the power brand new eddie bauer
Off up into this day, I don't know why that shit was sour
You was supposed to be my hommie from the old school
Another good guy gone bad in the game, that shit aint cool
We used to play ball, back up in the park when we was small
He saw me hustlin on the set, he told me to give him a call
I hit him all alone eight oclock we supposed to meet
Claim he had dope, cliental in the fuckin street
He said for three gs he hook me up real swell
I told him it was on the bin and I didn't know how I felt
We meet by the old dump, cuz them people hot
Glad I had my pistol, when I left I dropped my glock
When I got there, he was ready to make the switch
Raise out my car, I hear some noise from the fuckin ditch
It was a nigger, tryna kill me, Im smooth like a canon
I jetted off bustin, Im a show em I'll be back
Chorus
{tec-9}
Fool I grew here, not flew here and yall bitches new here
You pulled out yo gun and didn't use it, you lost yo self
Im a take this nine, and empty the whole clip bitch
Sixteen up in that ass, one more when ya hit the door
How many you know, somebody rappin fire up in luger
I haven't seen a nigga like this cry before
You bests to run when ya hear the sound of my gun go
Bluka! bluka! like lil g, yall can't stop a killer
A drug dealer, a bitch stealer cap pillar
Im known uptown for bein realer then a
Twenty dollar bill with skills to make a peal
Don't slip up, don't fuck up cuz ima have to
Pop you up
Chorus
{lil ya}
Boom boom boom, it's the sound that you dead
With a bullet in yo motherfuckin head
Im comin hard out the motherfuckin 1-2-3 and yes
Im poppin these motherfuckers up constantly and
Motherfuckers know they can't handle me
Them niggas bein labeled as a third ward g
Leave a nigga dead in a ditch, I leave you stankin
Go to yo house and fuck yo bitch and have yo family
With them tears in they eyes how did he die？
As they cry, as they cry
{yella boy}
Slicky grease Im back, with my niggas and they gats cuz
You tried to take my life, just to make yo fuckin meals stack
Seven guys told me, yo first mind never leads you wrong
Face to face motherfucker, now you know it's on
The first time, I went out like a fuckin soldier
A sloppy job on yo car, Im back just like I toldcha
Yo eyes buck, as you was talkin on a pay phone
You tried to reach, it's to late buckshots in yo dome
Yo boys froze in the car in a state of shock
Tec got the tec and got to poppin till he empty the glock
Im not the one, we fuck shit up and outie see
Cuz we violatin out of our territory
But when we come, we gonna come and get the job done
Fuck all that figurin and frontin and twerk up if ya want some
We left em bleedin, start to greetin back stabbin bitch
The war is on, so bring it on cuz nexts on the list
The rest of you workers stand down with that funny shit
Chorus
5.6 Baronne Awk Awk
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
First verse
{tec-9}
Chillin on the set with the fully automatic tec
Never was caught slippin that's how I got my respect
I pop em up pop em up watchin bleed to death
Ya played with the tec-9 now ya takin yo last breath
Now everybody comin up to be the rulers and gangsters
Now everybody comin up to be the rulers and gangsters
Now everybody comin up to be the rulers and gangsters
But Im a tell you who the real fuckin killer is
Its an third ward nigga it's an third ward nigga
Yes it's an third ward nigga got the bitches and money
While Im chillin on the corner Im a get fucked up
My nigga t got a forty and brought two cups
Lil ya is chillin yella is thuggin and talkin on the phone
And Im chillin on 6th and baronne they call us
U.n.l.v. u.n.l.v. we comin straight out the
Fuckin one two three let a bitch rub up on us
Im a load my chrome fat gangster lil somethin
Bout 6th and baronne
Second verse
{lil ya}
I was chillin on the corner of 6th and baronne
With a forty in my hand and about to get tore
I got my dope stash and a tec on my side
For them jokin mutherfuckers who be doin drivebys
For them pussy ass niggas Ive been tryna kill
I got a bullet proof vest and it's made of steel
For you sissy ass niggas thinkin they hard
I get my tec and my nine and bout to pull yo car
When a niggas on the set we makin money again
Drinkin forty red bullets smokin boo-koo weed
Its fucked up gettin drunk makin money havin fun
Five-0 come but our dirt is all ready done
This is the place I call my mutherfuckin home
Cuz Im chillin on 6th and baronne
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
Third verse
{yella boy}
Here comes an hard head rapper bout to crush yo phone
My name is yella boy no not sylvester stallion
Born and raised in third because that's my home
There's not another gangster set like 6th and baronne
Because the bitches peepin out seven days a week
I wait for the first and third to get paid ya see
My boys in rumors creepin up but I just don't care
This is live or die sucker no not you thug there
I ride on other gangsters turf and need a gangstas fit
Cash money means ya got to stay legit
Throwin paper in the air a quarter now an ounce
Then I call my dog bitch take her to wall street and make her
bow
All the gangsters in the hood be up to no good
Pack the mutherfuckin chrome smoke boo-koo weed now ya feel good
Im down for a gangster strap can't you tell
I know a buildin down with me of the melph a mene and del a rell
Tec-9, lil ya me myself yella boy we all third ward soldiers
Not no child or little boys Im makin big bank and packin the
chrome
(why) because Im a gangster from 6th and baronne
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
Forth verse
{tec-9}
Growin up was hard but it all paid off well
I was only eleven when I started to sell
6th and baronne was the set that I sold rocks
Drinks done went crazy because Im servin the block
Now Im on the run I guess I got to go
I slipped and sold to an undercover five-o
They say they got a reward if ya know where Im at
But Im gonna make it hard for em because Im packin a gat
Now I never was the type to run away from my home (why)
Because Im a nigga from 6th and baronne
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
Fifth verse
{lil ya}
I was chillin on the corner strapped with the fuckin chrome
Makin boo-koo money on 6th and baronne
All the junkies gather around and come see the man
I got big twenty flippers and za peter in my other hand
B 3 by my side he got dope to in a long fuckin lincoln
Yes he strapped with a twenty two
Tec is in the house chillin with moe
While kerri on the floor doggin doggin
Doggin a ho chellas in the house chillin
With lamb while ronda with keisha
With them bitches they don't give a damn
Gettin her haircut from sue tyra got a bitch
You know what to do baby is on there other end
Stunn on the pay phone and Im chillin on
6th and baronne
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
Sixth verse
{yella boy}
I got to watch my damn back
For the robbers and the gangsters
Like in the fuckin pin I draw my knife
Then I shank ya because I know I got to handle that
Because some niggas tryna creep up bests believe I got my gat
You will never catch me slippin cuz the leather keep flippin
Try to play and my product man ya must be trippin
Cuz a gangster out that third pushin to much pain
Comin weak that ho shit bitch you a rookie at the game
There's a dollar to made so best believe a playa call it
Disrespect my damn set watch yo back against the puppet
Im takin no shorts in the game of dope ya better come correct
Sucker cuz this shit aint no joke that boo-koo money in land
I got to have it in my hand got to make a hundred gees
Just to be then nigga again because Im makin big bank
And packin the chrome (why yella) because Im a gangster
From 6th and baronne
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
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