1. |
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Getcha hands off me, you nasty ass bitch
You know that every time you touch me you give me a twitch
Cuz you got a rag top and clammy hands soppy
I’ll be fence hoppin if you don’t stop it, so drop it
I got it, I think you need to find a hobby
Like, uh, origami or a lesson in pottery
Make a crochet or some shit, I’ll buy a copy
I’ll do whatever it takes just to getcha hands off me, ya got me?
I’m about to file a sexual harassment lawsuit
Maybe stick my sick friend bastards on you
See how you like it when someone’s rash gets on you
I mean, bitch you know you nasty, don’t you?
Bitch you know you nasty, don’t you?
Bitch you know you nasty… you know you nasty
Bitch you know you nasty, don’t you?
[Hands free off my boy RC]
Getcha hands off me, you nasty ass bitch
You not nasty like a freak, you nasty like ickhhh
I don’t think I can stand another second of this adolescent contact
I’m beggin’ you to stop that
Why don’t you just keep your hands on your belly
Rub it like you’re Buddha, except he’s cuter than you were
Even before you got all pregnant and shit
Now you look ten times worse than you ever did, so fuckin’ quit
Getcha hands off me, I can’t mess with broads who
Feedin’ on my shit like they been fastin’ on food
But still got legs that can’t fit through a basketball hoop
I mean, bitch you know you nasty, don’t you?
Bitch you know you nasty, don’t you?
Bitch you know you nasty… you know you nasty
Bitch you know you nasty, don’t you?
Don’t you? Don’t you?
[Pony ass bitch]
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2. |
Intro
01:04
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[Hello?]
[Yo, this DJ Squirt on the track]
[Steady beatin’ that bitch to make your eardrums fall back]
[May I direct your attention]
[To the man I’m about to mention]
[Tip your hat and quiet your mouth]
[It’s the newest mother fuckin’ king of the South]
[Mr. Royal Crown Cola]
[RC da Colaman]
RC Money, DJ Squirt
Ten years runnin’, droppin’ beats like clockwork
If ya known us on the level, then ya seen it before
All for one, here’s one for y’all
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3. |
Ha Ha Ha
03:28
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Oh no, here we go again
Fuckin’ with that dro again
Even though I told myself I’m over it
I gotta get high to get through the day
And ain’t ne’er mother fucker got shit to say, okay?
I probably got some better things to be doin’
Flings to be screwin’
Dreams to pursue and
It seems to be true, but
Right now I don’t give a fuck
I just wanna get a puff
I can’t get a damn thing done, cuz
I can’t stop fuckin’ with that ha ha ha
I can’t stop fuckin’ with that ha ha ha
I can’t stop fuckin’ with that ha ha ha
I can’t stop fuckin’ with that ha ha ha
I can’t quit, no matter how old I get
No matter how many times I said that it’s the last hit I ever did
I got no will, and I got time to kill
So I’ll forget about the world and just chill
I can get funny, understand that
But it don’t mean I don’t have a problem with the way spend my money
On a plant that gets me just a lil bit good
Then it goes away forever like I knew it would
So what’s the point in that?
I ain’t got nothin’ to show
But I’ll admit I’ve had the best times of my life on that dro
I just smoke and smoke, pass and choke
Wild the fuck out man, you know how it goes, somethin’ like PWAHHHAHA
Can’t stop fuckin with that ha ha ha
I can’t stop fuckin’ with that ha ha ha
I can’t stop fuckin’ with that ha ha ha
I can’t stop fuckin’ with that ha ha ha
I can’t quit, no matter how old I get
No matter how many times I said that it’s the last hit I ever did
I got no will, and I got time to kill
So I’ll forget about the world and just chill
Okay, I think I set myself straight
I’m gon’ finish this sack, and then I’m takin’ a break
To get my mind right, cuz my head is cloudy
I can’t even remember what I said about it, man
As of tomorrow, I’m off of that stuff
It’s gon’ be rough, but I’m gon’ try to hang tough
I’ll just take my last puff, hit the hay
Then I’ll rise in the morning for some wake n bake, cuz
I can’t stop fuckin’ with that ha ha ha
I can’t stop fuckin’ with that ha ha ha
I can’t stop fuckin’ with that ha ha ha
I can’t stop fuckin’ with that ha ha ha
I can’t quit, no matter how old I get
No matter how many times I said that it’s the last hit I ever did
I got no will, and I got time to kill
So I’ll forget about the world and just chill
Ha ha ha
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4. |
The Chase Is On
02:56
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Open up the front door, walk outside
Two muggin’ ass cops steppin’ out they ride
First one got up and head right for me
So I took off and shook off the mace he sprayed on me
He didn’t quite appreciate that
So he grabbed his billy club, ready for combat
Shoulda seen the look on his face
When I jumped in my Civic for the high speed chase
Let’s go
Now it’s on
I’ll be rollin’ til the cows come home
You could find me if ya look fast
Man, you know I’m flyin’
As I’m rollin’ in a Civic through the 1-1-9, alright
Now it’s on
I’ll be rollin’ til the cows come home
You could find me if ya look fast
Man, you know I’m flyin’
As I’m rollin’ in a Civic through the 1-1-9
I call up my boy Squirt
[Hello?]
I said, man it’s on, I hope yo ass is home
Because they hot on my heels
They shot at my wheels, for real
[I’m on the way man, I know the deal]
So I’m headed down Macinness doin’ 95
In my rearview, piggies cruisin’ right behind
But they didn’t know Squirt was a mastermind
He rolled up in his Civic, pulled right beside
And he pit maneuvered that bitch
We don’t mind gettin’ dirty
Cuz we stay on time
Got to hurry through them stop signs like finish lines
As we’re rollin’ in a Civic through the 1-1-9, alright
We don’t mind gettin’ dirty
Cuz we stay on time
Got to hurry through them stop signs like finish lines
As we’re rollin’ in a Civic through the 1-1-9
Now ya might notice that the story don’t sound like ya boy RC Cola
As I’m runnin’ from cops, Squirt fuckin’ em up
I even jumped my car over a truck that blew up
That’s when I woke up, it was all a dream
All a lie except for one lil thing
We do roll hard and quick as we runnin’ ‘round M-town in that Civic
Now it’s on
You could find me if ya look fast
Man, you know I’m flyin’
As I’m rollin’ in a Civic through the 1-1-9, alright
We don’t mind gettin’ dirty
Cuz we stay on time
You could find me if ya look fast
Man, you know I’m flyin’
As I’m rollin’ in a Civic through the 1-1-9, alright
[Yo man, we be rippin’ these Civics up and down this block]
[‘Bout to blow this damn VTEC up into the sky]
[Couldn’t catch me if you tried]
[I could roll these streets in my sleep]
[Ballin’ down Lynnfield]
[Rollin’ up Ridgeway]
[Sprintin’ down Quince]
[Macinness… you know that’s my shit]
[Tearin’ tire tracks up Glencliff, Ridgevale, Syon]
[Patrollin’ Nonconnah]
[Civic clique runnin’ that 1-1-9 shit]
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5. |
Good Lordy, Get Rowdy
03:36
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Yo, let me kick it like 1, 2, 3 and to the 4
RC da Colaman knockin’ atcha door, haaah!
I’m just playin’ with that played out nonsense
So perk up… listen how the song went
Back and forth like a ping pong match
So packed with punches you could drink on that
And we keepin’ it comin’ until the beat falls flat
Hide the women and children, we gonna freak all night
Like everybody loves everybody
And if you know that’s right, go on and get rowdy
DJ Squirt on the track
Keepin’ it hype then bringin’ it back
Relax, kick back
Or ya might get a heart attack
Fuck that, time to pack the floor
We got time to blow until it’s time to go
And time flies when you roll this deep in bros and hos
Who wanna party like a pro before they go
So take it to the dome
And if you’re takin’ it slow, then take your shit on home
But if you’re ready to throw down, it’s time for a showdown
To show me you know how, just gimme a whoa
Cuz you know we done came to party
RC and Squirt, man we just gettin’ started
If you get crunk, don’t be afraid to flaunt it
Good lordy, get rowdy
Cuz you know we done came to party
Grimy and dirty, fuck flashy and gaudy
All you girls who been asking for me
Good lordy, get rowdy
We get rowdy, so rowdy
If ya doubt it shout it out loudy
If ya still ain’t found it, I’m gon’ pound it
Whether or not you allow it
If you get high, go on and light up a blunt
If you get drunk then get drunk
I’m ‘bout to finish my cup, fill it back up
Dickel and cola and what?
[A splash of Squirt]
Man, that’s all we want
Workin’s for suckers and playin’s for chumps
We need a life where we do what we like
And that’s get crunk, get fucked up
Haha… chk boom
Can’t even stand after playin’ what we give em
Cuz you know that beat’s tight
And my rhymes sound right
So we rowdy all night
Like Evander vs Mike
Well kinda, not quite
Cuz rowdy means wild, but it don’t mean fight
So keep ya hands to yourself ‘less you know somebody
Just dance and yell and let go your problems, aight
Cuz you know we done came to party
RC and Squirt, man we just gettin’ started
If you get crunk, don’t be afraid to flaunt it
Good lordy, get rowdy
Cuz you know we done came to party
Grimy and dirty, fuck flashy and gaudy
All you girls who been asking for me
Good lordy, get rowdy
[Whatchy’all know about that?]
Get rowdy
[Yeah, we get rowdy]
RC da Colaman
[What’s twerkin’ boy?]
DJ Squirt
[Certified gettin’ it up in this bitch, say what?]
Packin’ it in in 2010
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6. |
Memphis, TN
03:22
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Whatchu know about some Memphis, TN?
Represent
RC and Squirt man steppin’ in
To show a little bit of love for the city on the bluff
With that steady ass stuff that you can’t get enough of
Memphis ass people doin’ Memphis ass shit
And I reckon I’ll be Memphis for as long as I can live
I’ve stayed in other places that I think I wanted
But that Memphis ass flavor still stink up on me
M-town, we know how to get down
If ya with the in-crowd, let me hear you get loud
We got a lot of residents who wanna hate on this city
Well I’m gon’ form a committee to tell those bitties what the business
If you don’t get it, get the fuck out with it
From the Mississippi River out to Houston Levee
State Line Road up to Chelsea
B. B. King to Yo Gotti
Whatchu know about Memphis?
Better ask somebody
For my Bluff City Bitches, my Bluff City Boys
You know we keep this town up on the real because
No matter what’s goin’ down, we clownin’, we clownin’
Memphis mother fuckers make noise
Well I lounge on my couch while I figure out my day
There’s a party downtown and another ‘round my way
First I gotta get some grub
Should I hit the Commissary or Camy’s or get some chicken from my man Gus?
Okay, I’m straight
Now I gotta get my crew
Aw shit, there’s Squirt, what it do?
[I’m tryin’ to get yo ass down to Club 152]
Yeah I know, I’m gon’ head there for a minute
But I’m bouncing out to P&H after that if ya wanna roll with me
[Aw shit yeah boy, let’s get it]
You could find me in the back of the club
Straight sippin’ on that Mighty Mississippi Mud til I’m fucked up
Then I’ve been known to get a little loose when I’m drunk, but uh
Pass me the drugs
I might even hit the dance floor if you get me fucked up enough
Straight to the dome til I can’t stand on my own
And then I holla at a girl to take my Memphis ass home
For my Bluff City Bitches, my Bluff City Boys
You know we keep this town up on the real because
No matter what’s goin’ down, we clownin’, we clownin’
Memphis mother fuckers make noise
Now that ain’t all we do is play, but it’s what I like to focus on
Sure, we got some history and some shit that’s got some purpose on it
But I’m partyin’ hardcore
If you came for real talk, go listen to Marc Cohn
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[I smell smoke in the 1-1-9]
[I smell smoke in the 1-1-9]
[I’m ‘bout to choke, let me step outside]
I smell smoke in the 1-1-9
And that’s when I realize that my mother fuckin’ house is on fire
[The fireman swervin’]
[They too late, now everything burnin’]
[The fireman swervin’]
[Everything burnin’]
My mother fuckin’ house is on fire
[The fireman swervin’]
[They too late, now everything burnin’]
[The fireman swervin’]
[The fireman swervin’]
[Everything burnin’]
Shit
God dang
There’s sparks and flames comin’ out my gas tank
Plus I think the oven got left on
And Squirt was playin’ with matches
I even left a roach lit, I’m gon’ try and snatch it
I reach for it then I pull back
Cuz it’s hotter than a nutsack nestled in a buttcrack
In fact, all my shit’s gettin’ crisp
I know I gotta get the fuck out, but I can’t resist
I hafta try and save my shit before it all gets trashed
First I try to grab my cash, but I can’t get to it
The flames are too tall for me to race right through it
Oh shit, I’m surrounded
Everybody else musta ran away without me
Now I know I gotta go before it’s too late
I had to jump out the window to escape cuz my house is on fire
[The fireman swervin’]
[They too late, now everything burnin’]
[The fireman swervin’]
[Everything burnin’]
My mother fuckin’ house is on fire
[The fireman swervin’]
[They too late, now everything burnin’]
[The fireman swervin’]
[The fireman swervin’]
[Everything burnin’]
Oh, great
Just as soon as I land outside, I gotta deal with all these bitches in my face
“Hey RC, why’s your house on fire?”
Man, I don’t know
But I guess I can’t blame ‘em,
It’s not like my neighbors get a lot of entertainment
They came to see just how
Everything a grown man own could spontaneously combust outta nowhere
It’s here then it’s gone
Everything I own up and got the fuck on
I gotta start from scratch
I got no attachments
Nothin’ to my name, man it all turned to ashes
It’s gonna be a pain in my ass to find a way to replace it
I gon’ just have to face it
I ain’t gettin none of that shit back
I’m gon’ get new stuff and start a brand new stash
I can do it if I try
Shit, I rewrote this whole damn album
Cuz the first time it got lost in the fire
[The fireman swervin’]
[They too late, now everything burnin’]
[The fireman swervin’]
[Everything burnin’]
My mother fuckin’ house is on fire
[The fireman swervin’]
[They too late, now everything burnin’]
[The fireman swervin’]
[The fireman swervin’]
[Everything burnin’]
My mother fuckin’ house is on fire
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8. |
Freak What Ya Feel
03:25
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Run your mouth about me
Don’t think that I didn’t hear you
Always spittin’ out some bullshit in somebody’s ear
About the style of my hair
The clothes I wear
Stupid shit like how I got from here to there
Well I don’t care… how bout that?
I handle my biz
I can do without that shit you says about mine, hers, his
Don’t wanna hear it, so can’t you just grow up?
You act like kids
Talkin’ bout what he said that she said that he said
About somethin’ about somebody who had somethin’ instead of
Somethin’ else that they shoulda had
What’s good or bad
Keep followin’ fads, ya pony ass hater
Haters wanna hate, don’t appreciate
Some girls dollin’ theyselves up daily
Some dudes holla at em, wassup baby
Some girls like to leave they makeup at home
Some dudes like em without cake on they dome
Some dudes rockin’ in they homegirl’s jeans
Some girls walkin’ in they Converse sneaks
Some dudes fittin’ they mouth with gold teeth
Some girls sit on the couch and smoke weed
It don’t matter what your interests be
Let’s just agree that you’ll be what you wanna be
And don’t let anybody tell you how to do your thing
Just freak what ya feel and that’s real, man
Haters wanna hate, don’t appreciate
Hold it man
It’s getting colder man
All that shit talkin’s old like a holy man
RC da Colaman, harder than granola man
Tell me what they told ya man
I’ll brush it off my shoulder man
I control it man
Rollin’ man
If they gettin’ ya down, I’ll console ya man
I’m patrolin’ for the identities stolen
By the people who been posin’ as a character they chosen man
I hope you talk to your soul and tell em hello
And if it ain’t workin’ out, I recommend you get to know em man
Don’t ignore em man
Go explore em man
You’ll probably like whatcha got in store for ya man
So freak it
Freak what ya feel
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9. |
(Not) My Baby
02:55
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[Hey girl... you know you’re my one and only, right?]
[Baby, you know I need you]
[And I know you need me]
[I don’t feel complete without you around, so let’s be together]
[I wanna carry you through the bad times]
[And make your best times even better]
[And I wanna lay you down]
[And devote everything I got to you]
I will love you always and forever until the day I die
I can’t live without you and I’ll always be right here by your side
I wanna have you as a lover and a friend all my life
Just tell me that’s not my baby goin’ inside of your belly tonight
[Ya heard?]
[I’ll give you all that I have to give]
[As long as you can promise me that one thing]
[Cuz I don’t know what the fuck I would do]
[If that was my baby]
Close to you, girl
You’re like my best friend
I gotta get you undressed
And then make love to you all night long
I can’t stand it when you’re gone
So let me hold you tight, never let you go
I can make you feel good all over
You’ll be screaming my name and
I’ll be givin’ you chills
But I don’t wear a rubber, so take a pill
If I getcha pregnant then I’m gonna head the fuck out of town
Cuz there’s no way I could ever father a child
And if ya had done tell me you had my baby
You know I’d find some other man to blame
Tell me that’s not my baby goin’ inside of your belly tonight
Tell me that’s not my baby goin’ inside of your belly tonight
Tell me that’s not my baby goin’ inside of your belly tonight
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10. |
Just Got Played
03:16
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Girl walked up to me
Said how you doin’?
I said how YOU doin’?
And she asked for some help with her bags cuz she ‘bout to lose it
I said I gotchu
Baby, what’s your name?
I gotta say I ain’t seen you around the way
And damn sure knows I’d remember that face
She said I’m new in town, could you show me around?
Well then we went walkin’ ‘round the streets of Memphis
I was puttin’ in work cuz I had to get this
End of the night, I went in to kiss her
She was all about it
The sex was relentless
Next mornin’, roll over, wassup boo
She said that’ll be 500 bucks for that screw
Hell naw
I showed her out the door
And then I look in my wallet and my cash is gone, oh no
I think I just got played
I think I just got played
[Man RC, that bitch rode you out like a pony]
[Look at your broke ass]
[Standin’ here with your hands out, tryin’ to take donations]
[You gotta earn them papers]
[Where you at?]
Well my cash was stolen, so I had to get paid
Classifieds said that a man would trade a lil paper
If I could come work in his yard
I called him up, he said do you work hard?
I said yessir
He said come over ‘round ten
That’s too early for me, but I went anyway
He said if you could mow the grass
And trim the hedge and edge, I’ll pay you well for that
Got to workin’, busted out my landscape skills
I gotta make it look good or I can’t pay bills
I was grindin’
I ain’t one to disappoint
I even fucked his wife, but that’s beside the point
Man said the yard look great, now let me pay ya
Handed me a check, said see you later
I went to the liquor store to cash that shit
It said five fuckin’ dollars… ain’t that a bitch
I think I just got played
I think I mighta got played
I think I just got played
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11. |
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Yo, this song goes out to all you hype ass mother fuckers who in my personal peripheral
Doin’ whatever it is you do… prowlin’, [shoutin’]
Roundin’ the fuckin’ block out and bringin’ the love back up in this bitch
[What it is?]
I propose a toast to all my friends who alive or dead
From the front to the back to the corner post
And to my family who I love the most
I appreciate everything y’all have done
To make my life always be so much fun
I wanna give y’all the gift of drink
So let me show you how it’s done
It goes
First you pour a little George Dickel in your cup
And some RC Cola, that’s what’s up
[Don’t forget about the splash of Squirt]
Woo! Yeah, that’ll work
Sippin’ on that Mighty Mississippi Mud
Drink on… drink on…
Sippin’ on that Mighty Mississippi Mud
Getcha drink on… drink on…
Now that’s the way that ya make a drink
So what do ya think?
It make you bring that ruckus when you’re feelin’ hype
Or get fuckin’ right when you need a night out
So get down
Put your game face on, we ain’t messin’ around
Cuz tonight we ignitin’ the funk
So grab another cup of that Mighty Mississippi Mud
Just throw some Dickel in that cup
And some RC Cola, mix it up
[And don’t forget about the splash of Squirt]
Tastes so good, you could go berserk
Sippin’ on that Mighty Mississippi Mud
Drink on… drink on…
Sippin’ on that Mighty Mississippi Mud
Getcha drink on… drink on…
Mighty Mississippi Mud
Righter than a missile scud
Kinda gets ya feelin’ buzzed
Might get ya wishin’ you woulda shoulda coulda had me tell ya before
Well sorry bro, I thought you’d already know
But now I think ya know how it goes
Next time you can bring your own
But in case you still didn’t get it
I’ll say it one more time, then yo ass better get with it
Dickel ‘bout to fly into that cup
RC Cola… what?
[Get your Squirt on]
Mississippi Muddin’ y’all
Sippin’ on that Mighty Mississippi Mud
Drink on… drink on…
Sippin’ on that Mighty Mississippi Mud
Getcha drink on… drink on…
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