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CASSIDY LYRICS & VIDEO - "Husslin'"
DATE: 01/20/2008 18:04:12 / MOOD: just chillin'
[Swizz Beats]
Turn it up so they can hear this.
It's Full Surface, y'all.
Cassidy c'mon!
I said...It's Full Surface, y'all.
Cassidy, c'mon!
[VERSE 1]
These niggaz wanna act like Cass, wanna stack like Cass
Wanna copy my gear, wear they hat like Cass
Then they try to spit it on a track like Cass
But niggaz hear the track and say, ("That's not Cass!")
Cats don't be clappin' wit the gat like cass
One shell'll make back crack like crabs
Ya flow played out, you been wack like plaid
I peel bills and they come back like scabs
The hoes know won't nobody mack like Cass
Lay the pipe and hit it from the back like Cass
The chain hang, diamonds in that like glass
This crap life switched to the rap life fast
[CHORUS 2x]
From the block to the studio back to the block
Yeah I rap over packs on the block
I'm husslin' (All night long!)
I'm husslin' (To the break of dawn!)
Come on!
[VERSE 2]
These niggaz wanna shop like Cass, play the block like Cass
Wanna copy my flow so they hot like Cass
Niggaz try and get it on lock like Cass
But niggaz hear ya shit and say, ("That's not Cass!")
You don't take bullets out the box like Cass
Load guns that hold a hundred shots like Cass
Roll like Cass, stroll like Cass
Got the blimp that be pimpin' all the hoes like Cass
Niggaz don't be sittin' in the Rov like Cass
Wit the Rolls gold, got they wrist froze like Cass
Who can play the strip and get it sold like Cass
This rap life done switched to my old life fast
[CHORUS 2x]
From the block to the studio back to the block
Yeah I rap over packs on the block
I'm husslin' (All night long!)
I'm husslin' (To the break of dawn!)
Come on!
[VERSE 3]
These niggaz want a brick like Cass to get rich like Cass
Put a bunch of punch lines in they shit like Cass
It's a million niggaz tryna spit like Cass
But niggaz hear they shit and say, ("That's not Cass!")
I get mad when try and bees like this
And dudes that produce try and bees like Swizz
They hit the keys on the MP's like Swizz
But when the beat play I say, "He's not Swizz!"
Y'all niggaz just can't shine like us
We put in time, niggaz ain't grind like us
Name two niggaz you could find like us
Wit the hard beats and the hard rhymes like us
[CHORUS 2x]
From the block to the studio back to the block
Yeah I rap over packs on the block
I'm husslin' (All night long!)
I'm husslin' (To the break of dawn!)
Come on!
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CASSIDY LYRICS & VIDEO - "Can I Talk To You" (feat. Jadakiss)
DATE: 01/20/2008 18:02:01 / MOOD: just chillin'
[Chorus]
Yea, I need to talk to you, ok can I talk to you
C c c (hey, let me holla at you)
C c c (yo, stop runnin from me)
[Cassidy]
A yo this Cassidy & niggas is not fuckin wit me man,
And yea, I talking wreckless but you gotta respect it,
Its in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta,
Yea Kiss talk to em know me K-I-S-S kiss of death
LP soon comin for yall bless bless
Metallic green paint on the impala the S.S.
And I figure the more niggas dead the less stress
You love how I hurtin the track
You wanna polly but I sort of hard to reach like the dirt on ya back
Hand to hand like I workin the sack
And I work out wit my arms so I have no problem workin the mac
Uh, never been a toe stepper, side switcher
A fence jumper, I was 10 wit twin pumpers
Hustled wit the best of them
Did whatever it took to make a quarter I charge niggas to watch wrestlin
I heavy threat, D-Block double R full surface yall niggas aint ready yet
[talking]
Yea, New York is mine, Philly is Cass holla back.
[Chorus X2]
[Cassidy]
You know me C-A-S-S fresh dressed
Just copped some new 4-5 and a fresh vest
I gets scout cuz a bitch mouth is the best sex
But less tlk you aint got no heart in yo left breast
Go head get yo beef on
I let my wolves get they eat on and leave you wit nothing but ya sneaks on
But it don matter cuz ya feets gone
Now that restin in pieces so go meet Jesus
You little boys better ease up
Cuz them dudes you think hot see Cass and then freeze up
You wan scrap roll ya sleeves up
But I rather squeeze cuz I aint tryin to fuck my trees up
Or wrinkle my dickie I crack a dutch sprinkle the sticky
I know you pissed I got kiss & them wit me, dig me
Cuz you dudes is haters & if you bet that I was gon flop you gon lose yo paper.
[Chorus X2]
[Jada]
A yo, get it through ya head there no stopping me
Nigga the R is double the surface is full the block is D
All it take is a trey 8 & a mass nigga its Jada & Cass I vision ya face waitin to blast
If money was food yall niggas be fastin
And we stuffin our face & eatin wit passion
In the like we runnin numbers
Cass ask these mothafuckas why they runnin from us
[Cassidy]
They runnin from us cuz they petrified
I lift guns for the exercise
And I spray like insecticides
You bugs better rcognize
When the weapon rise you can catch slugs in ya chest through ya vest & die
You on some sucka shit
So I leave a scar on ya face longer than the knife that I cut you wit
I done paid my dues so I blow ya brains out & then feed it to ya seed like baby food
Bitch!!!
[Chorus X2]
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CASSIDY LYRICS & VIDEO - ""Blood Pressure" (feat. Swizz Beatz)
DATE: 01/20/2008 17:43:45 / MOOD: just chillin'
[Chorus - Swizz Beatz]
My blood pressure's buildin' [4x]
It's Cassidy trick
It's Cassidy bitch
It's Cassidy clique
It's Cassidy beeyatch!
[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
Ayo, what'chu know 'bout this world I'm in
Everynight I twist up and get drunk 'til I hurl again
Then i'll pour some more and start twirlin' then
And might go and get my pipes up by your girl and them
If you a thug, stop girlin' then
If I see a car in traffic, I'm a jacket like Burlington
It's Cassidy, who's thorough as him, nobody
I keep a gun tucked cause I don't trust nobody
I got plenty biscuits
And ya'll niggaz like skinny bitches yall ain't got nobodies
Watch how you talk to me man
Before you faggots get smacked with the dark skin part of my hand
Understand?
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I'm the best in building, a prospect destined for millions
Threat to civillians and my blood pressure is building
Catch feelings? You be wet, catchin' a steel in
Weapons directed, at ya' chest, neck and ya' grill and
Still, there's no regrets, but I confessed that I kill men
I spill men's blood on the rug next to there children
And if you wan' set it? Cass' bettin' his deal in
Yes I will win, when I spill extra appealin'
Come to Limekill, we got them exstasy pills and
Got the whip fully equiped except for the ceilin'
I got a stash in it, the Smith-n-Wessun can chill in
I might get arressted, but until then?
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 3]
If I hear you gettin' chips, pitbulls where you sleepin'
Everybody on the fuckin' floor, I'm squeezin'
Click the four, grip your whore by her weave and
Bitch, what muthafuckin' drawer is the keys in?
Got you on your knees like a braud and you pleadin'
(Uh, you got it dog, take it all, I don't need it)
I'll clap you and have you on your carpet, bleedin'
Throw your stuff in the trunk of the Ford then I'm leavin
Now I got a raw load more than I'm needin
And that's the reason, why you and whore is screamin'
Pull this, squeezed then if you holdin' them hammers
I'm focused like disposable cameras, nigga!
[Repeat Chorus until end]
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CASSIDY LYRICS & VIDEO - "Pop That Cannon" (feat. Styles P, Swizz Beatz)
DATE: 01/20/2008 17:28:44 / MOOD: just chillin'
[Intro - Swizz Beatz]
Aooow! banger, let's go
(Swizz, man) Styles P
(Oh, y'all ain't know) Cassidy
Full Surface, listen it's a rap for y'all, whooo!
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aoow!
[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade
The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg
Nigga I'm sicker then full-blown AIDS
And my block got more rocks, then the Stone Age
You been afraid, you sweet like homemade
Lemonade, if it's beef, then the chrome blaze
You could make the newspaper, get ya own page
And make the news too, you know how my dudes do
We wear masks so you can't tell, who's who
And for the cash, we'll blast at you dudes too
Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right
I'm in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light
I'm comin for cash, gun in the dash
And I'm on 21 and a half's (for real cannon)
I got my gat, I ain't walkin without it
And I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga
[Chorus - Cassidy + (Swizz Beatz)]
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared)
(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared)
So a - POP that cannon, POP that cannon
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared)
(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared)
[Verse 2 - Styles P.]
Niggaz is fly now, and everybody livin a lie now
But shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow
No fuckin wit the Holiday Styles kid
Blow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid
Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the jelatin out shit
Organs on the floor of the van
Cause you gotta show these faggot motherfuckas, that you more of a man
Y'all wanna fly like Mike... motherfuckas
So they won't find you, or your Jordans again
Take a boss to be ordered the men, give them a call
If you don't have my money, in 24 hours
Then the cocksucka won't see his daughter again
It's like the movie that you seen, I'm the star of the screen
I got a roll for you to play... stand here
And take six to the face, I dug a hole for you today
Holiday Styles, killin 20 soldiers in a day, what
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Cassidy]
Ayo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes
I'ma get mine, legit, or the quick grind
Shit my whole clique commit crimes
Did time, been on the strip and grip nines
But I swear to you motherfuckas
I got my gun right here, I ain't scared of you motherfuckas
I'm a hustler, plus a check cutter
I stretch butter, in ?? X, now that's gutter
I came for war, you know what them thangs is for
Slug make ya blood stain the floor
It ain't a game no more, niggaz gon' respect me
I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li
So don't test me, or the boy S.P
Cause I ain't tryna get no fuckin blood, on my fresh tee
You don't impress me, STOP that cannon
Cause you could get ROCKED, when I POP that cannon
[Chorus]
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CASSIDY LYRICS & VIDEO - "Tha Problem"
DATE: 01/20/2008 17:00:53 / MOOD: just chillin'
[Swizz Beats]
1-2 1-2.
I need all my real niggaz to stand up.
All you fake ass niggaz fall back.
It's a problem.
Philly stand up!
[CHORUS (Swizz Beats) Cassidy]
(What's ya name dog?) Cassidy
(Man, tell 'em again) Caissidy
(Man, where ya from?) Philly
(Talk to 'em talk to 'em) If ya ready to feel me
(Talk to' em talk to 'em) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man) The hood know I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man) The world know I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man)
[VERSE 1 (Swizz Beats)]
My name Cass and I'm 'bout my B-I
Niggaz wanna be me, yeah I can see why
Told y'all How I used to roll and see Clive
Hop off the G-4, hop in the G-5
But since niggaz wanna copy and be me
I'mma hop off the yacht then hop in the GT
Got niggaz in the hood knockin' the CD
Wait 'till my face start poppin' on TV
See the ladies give me top for cheapy
All they wanna do is just hop on the wee-wee
My rich chick'll take a helicopter to see me
I pop Dominican and she'll drop me a key free
I got a actress in L.A., doctor in DC
Even got a lawyer a cop in the DT
See I got money but I ain't spendin' it
I need a girl who got a job wit nice benefits
'Cuz honey bunch I ain't wit the funny stuff
You ain't gone fuck me to spend my money up
Nah, I can't have it boo
But girl do what you do I ain't mad at you
Nah, 'cuz I got since to know
That I ain't gone get pimped, I'mma pimp a hoe
Ayyo, get money nigga fuck the fame
(The industry is in trouble, betta learn his name!)
[CHORUS (Swizz Beats)]
Cassidy! (Man, tell 'em again)
Cassidy! (Man, where ya from?)
Philly (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em)
If ya ready to feel me (Talk to' em talk to 'em)
Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
The hood know I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
The world know I'm a problem, y'all (Hold on, I tried to tell 'em, man!)
[VERSE 2]
Ayyo, guess what happened, guess what happened?
I was on the radio and yo, guess what happened?
I'm sittin' there starin' in this DJ face
And all he askin' me about is the Freeway tape
I'm like, "If I ain't right you can say I'm wrong
But Mr. DJ can you play my song?"
Please, play somethin' that's good for the air
Please, play somethin' that the hood wanna hear
So when the radio go to put that trash on
Call 'em up and say, "Put that Cass on!"
And I ain't pissin' nobody
But if every rapper died I wouldn't be missin' nobody
'Specially if it ain't Styles, 'Kiss or nobody
Busta, Nore, Swizz or nobody
If it ain't Drag, Kim or Fat Joe
I could care less if a cat gotta lay on his back, yo
So, I don't owe y'all niggaz
And y'all might be aight but I don't know y'all niggaz
I mean, it's a couple other niggaz that I've met
With the FS on my chest without press
I got love for Snoop, Puff and Wyclef
And my niggaz Esco, so let's go, yo
Get money nigga, fuck the fame
(The industry is in trouble, betta learn his name!)
[CHORUS 2x (Swizz Beats)]
Cassidy! (Man, tell 'em again)
Cassidy! (Man, where ya from?)
Philly (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em)
If ya ready to feel me (Talk to' em talk to 'em)
Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
The hood know I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
The world know I'm a problem, y'all (Hold on, I tried to tell 'em, man!)
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CASSIDY LYRICS & VIDEO - "Tha Problem (Skit)"
DATE: 01/20/2008 16:56:04 / MOOD: just chillin'
[Bell rings, door opens]...
[Arab Man singing]...
[Cassidy]
Aye yo my man,
My man
[Arab Man]
1 second, 1 second,
Iss my part, iss my part of the
Song,
1 sec
[Cassidy]
Yo come on man,
I'm gunna late man,
[Arab Man]
Why you beeing disrespectful,
Why you come in my store,
You dont ring my bell,
([Cassidy:] Dog,dog,dog)
You dont wipe your feet on the carpet,
What the fuck,
Mine, see my rug, rub,
[Cassidy]
Fall back,
Fall back,
I need a chicken cheese steak man,
[Arab Man]
I dont have chicken any cheese what, ([Cassidy:] dog)
Number 1 five,
What the combo,
What do you want,
The special or the moovle,
[Cassidy]
I dont know what number it is man,
Chicken cheese steak man,
([Arab Man:] i have 1,2,3)
Chicken Cheese steak man,
Salt, pepper, ketchup, mayonaise,
And fried onions,
([Arab Man:] i dont have eggs, and and)
Throw some cheese fries in there
Too man,
[Arab: talkin gibberish]
1 second
[Cassidy:]
Throw some cheese fries in there too
[Arab:]
Okay, 1 second
[singing]
[Cassidy:] HURRY UP!!
[Arab:] I'm done as quick as this
[Cassidy:] What the fuck is this?!
[Arab:] Thats my special philly cheese steak for the for the man
[Cassidy:] dog this aint no philly cheese steak man
[Arab:] this is for the hood, i make this for the hood
[Cassidy:] this aint no philly cheese steak,
Dog you aint even from Philly,
[Arab:] Where the fuck are you from, i'm from here,
[Cassidy:] Nigga i'm from philly nigga, where the fuck are you form?!
[Arab: (teasing)]
[Cassidy:] Well I'm kell pipe nigga
[Arab:] Nigga i got pipes too, fuck
[Cassidy:] fuck is this shit?
[Arab:] i'm from philly so you dont like it then go home, thats where my steaks is from
[Cassidy:] what the fuck is wrong wit u man?!
[Arab:] next time, just take it easy, and ordee the combo!!
[Cassidy:] man fuck you and ya combo
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CASSIDY LYRICS & VIDEO - "Make U Scream" (feat. Snoop Dogg)
DATE: 01/20/2008 16:20:05 / MOOD: just chillin'
[Chorus (Cassidy & Female Voice)]
[Female Voice:] I'd like to make sweet love to you
[Cassidy:] What you say you tryin' to do, huh?
[C:] I'll make you scream like
[F:] AHHH!
[C:] And shout like
[F:] AHHH!
[C:] And sing
[F:] Do di do do di do do do
[C:] Now what you say?
[F:] I'd like to make sweet love to you
[Repeat]
[Verse 1 (Cassidy)]
Okay!
I was told you ain't got it nice, 'til you got a wife
But nope I'ma baller cuz, never gon fall in love
Pshyche that's a damn lie
Ladies put ya hands high every man should try to get a woman to stand by
It's called devotion, emotions could make a man cry
But ma wipe ya tears and just stare in that man eyes
Prove that you there for him, prove that you care for him
That's how you gotta act, prove that you got his back
Prove that you not a rat
Don't creep and ho around, hold him down
'Cause you know what comes around goes around
And I'm older now and it might seem kinda weird
But man all them damn AIDS commercials got me kinda scared
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 (Snoop Dogg)]
You ever laid on some pink mink sheets blowin' swishers
Holdin' on some champagne while doin ya damn thang
Caressin' on tha world main
Adressin'' you is no pain
Betty Wright is playing, no pain no gain
I did it for the hell of it
Hit it now you tell a bitch
Now she want a little bit, I did it for the smell of it
It's relevant and evident
Yeah girl you heaven sent
I love the way you break and take all the evidence
Pimpin cause I'm stayin in your mothafucking residence
While you out bringin me back the dead presidents
(Pimpin', Pimpin', Pimpin')
You can say that I got you
I do it cause I have to, plus I feel like I got you
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 (Cassidy)]
Sis if you make love to me
Kissin' and huggin' me
Lickin' and rubbin' me, it'll get ugly
The bed got a mink spread gettin all cuddley
Pop bub' the hot tub gettin all bubbley
You don't even gotta ask, all my girls got it bad
Closet full of Prada bags and I ain't even gotta brag
Yeah I keep them lookin real
Go 'head you can push the wheel
And if ya face tough I might wake up and cook a meal
Whatever you ask for (It's yours)
We can go to my bungalo over in Tahiti with the glass floors
Fish swimmin 'round, the moonlight shimmer down
I got the bomb stroke
Girl get ya spine broke
[Chorus Until Fade]
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CASSIDY LYRICS & VIDEO - "Get No Better" (feat. Mashonda)
DATE: 01/20/2008 16:02:51 / MOOD: just chillin'
[Swizz Beats:]
Ladies and Gentlemen
Swizz, swizz, swizz
Hey ho, hey ho, hey ho, hey ho OK
[Chorus:]
How you doin ma, dis ya song ma, yeah come on ma, dis ya song ma, we
can get it on ma, dis ya song ma, dis ya song ma, dis ya song
[Cassidy Verse 1:]
How ya doin ma
Yeah come here, where you going ma,
What up you in a rush,
What's going on ma, you can keep going ma
But in dis cruel world you goin need a man thats thurl to keep you warm ma,
You and me we can take the world by storm ma.
So let me have yo math then I'm going ma,
I'm having a after party later on ma, so you should cancel whatever you was doing ma.
We can get a telly and visit and get it on ma, you wit it, I hit it till six in the morn ma,
You ain't hear da song ma,
Yeah I'm a don ma so if you ridin' wit a playa than come on ma.
[Chorus w/ Mashonda:]
How ya doin ma (oh) dis ya song ma (yeah) yeah come on ma (oh) dis ya song
Ma (yeah) we can get it on ma (oh) dis ya song ma
(Yeah) yeah, yeah, yeah.
Scream at me
Me and you (it don't get no better) what we can do (it don't get no better) our love
(it don't get no better) it reminds me of the first time
[Verse 2:]
Hey you know what you remind me of the sun that shines above I think that I'm in
Love cuz every time I look in your eyes they be dumb bright like the sunlight when I look in
The sky and you always look fly, you stay with a mean outfit and got shoes that they didn't even
Come out yet.
Always got your your nails done, always got yourself fixed you da type of chick I
Can see me going out wit and I ain't knockin yo hustle but you should be somebody's wifey icey
Wit a rock on your knuckle and we would look hot as a couple cuz you shaped so beautifully and
You almost as cute as me.
[Chorus x1]
[Verse 3:]
Mmmm wit yo sexy self go to my hotel and undress yourself and after we have sex
Don't stress yourself I will respect you if you respect yourself girl it's whatever I get da
Chedda when we get together it don't be no better and you can see I'm throwin' it cuz my arm
On chill it look like i spilled freon on it.
I make hella paper on da block that's why I'm bout
To put a three story elevator in my yacht they goin keep hatin it boo, but keep holdin' me
Down strong dis song dedicated to you.
[chorus x1]
[Mashonda:]
Baby I can't deny that I'm feelin you, the way that you look and the things you do.
Knowing, knowing baby it don't whoa oh whoa it don't get no better
[chorus x2]
I go by the name of cassidy "da problem", me and mashonda
[song fades out]
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CASSIDY LYRICS & VIDEO - "Lipstick"
DATE: 01/20/2008 14:52:41 / MOOD: just chillin'
[Jazze Pha]
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful
1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2
(Full Surface)
1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2
(Cassidy)
1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2
(Jazze Fezzay Leezay)
1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2
(Swiss Beats)
[Chorus]
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like lipstick!)
[Jazze Pha + (Female)]
To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like chrome rims!)
[Cassidy]
Im shinin', doin it big
I spend more time in the club, then I do in my crib
The kid is a ladies man, but I get called shady
'Cause im alot of ladies man
And I can't be commited to nothin, I hit it and run
With my hand glitter, and I get it and come
I floss on a chick, put the frost on her wrist
My diamonds shinin' like the gloss on her lips
This Frankie B, thanks to me
When we get to the bar, all drinks is free
I own the party, 'cause I chrome the Farrari Maranello, in this canary yellow
[Chorus]
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like lipstick!)
[Jazze Pha + (Female)]
To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like chrome rims!)
[Cassidy]
To all my chicks thats strippin, makin the cash
Thats beautiful, keep on shakin ya ass
Even though you get naked, and you takin it off
You be rakin in the cake, when they be breakin you off (PUNKS!)
Now where are all my girls in school?, You will lose in this world if ya girl a fool
You need brain in ya life, some change in ya life, some cognac and champagne in ya life
Or you might need a working lady
You go girl!, twist and twirl twerk it baby (LADIES!)
We all gone shine tonight, get blind and have a good time tonight, tonight!
[Chorus]
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like lipstick!)
[Jazze Pha + (Female)]
To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like chrome rims!)
[Cassidy]
Its full surface, betta notice the name
You can't help but to notice the chain, Ching! Ching! (Bling Bling)
In my fist it bling, I just gave a chick cold sore when she kissed the ring, sing
I got girls all around the world, Dog i'll hit i'll get around ya girl
Don't take it personal though
'Cause i'll look good, and im good person to know
So Pop ya bottles pop ya E's, and I got the dutches got the trees
The kid, get his jig on bumpin and grindin'
And I hit the hotel, with a slut and a condom
[Chorus]
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!) (Come on ya'll)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like lipstick!)
[Jazze Pha + (Female)]
To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like chrome rims!)
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