[ My Weezy ] Ft [ The Game ] ?!! SOng NAme : ( My ) ( L . I . F . E ) !!

[ My Weezy ]  Ft  [ The Game ]    ?!!    SOng NAme :  (    My  ) ( L . I . F . E )  !!
The Game
Punk ass mothaf**ka, get your ass up
What chu was goin do? kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie! shut the f**k up! f**king dogs barking and shit

Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!
*gun shot*

F**k You Nigga!

Chorus: Lil' Wayne
And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A life
For the night
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken (my life? x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)

The Game
Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away
Like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
Suicide (Suicide..suicide..)
I'm from a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no f**kin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? (My Life x3)
'Cause that's Jesus people
And The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life x3)
I need some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' “Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

Chorus: Lil' Wayne

The Game
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution (caution...caution)
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned them
And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste, now?
And f**k Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (My Life x3)
Damn, I know his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin' the +good life+, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds (Gunshots)

Chorus: Lil' Wayne

The Game
Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind f**ked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherf**kers afraid of Suge (Compton... Compton...)
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could (My Life x3)
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should (My Life x3)
With the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherf**ker cocked back

Chorus: Lil' Wayne
(My Life x3)
(My Life x3)
(My Life x3)

# Posté le dimanche 06 septembre 2009 11:46

{[ Timblend ]} + [ =Justin Timbleke+ missy elliot + ... =] [ BouNce ] ( $)

(feat. Dr. Dre, Missy Elliott, Justin Timberlake)

(Tempo has reached critical level)
(Tempo has reached critical level)

Huh... bounce... ooh I like you... bounce...

C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, let me talk to you

[Verse 1: Timbaland]
Let me see them big titties, don't act saddity you ain't pretty
Break bread if you wanna get wit' me, all I wanna do is dig off in them kidneys
Tell ya boyfriend he better mind his business, 'fore he end up in the trunk of my Bentley
I am still a boss, he can't hit me, he ain't got enough paper to deal wit' me
Baby girl wanna two step wit' me, turn around rub ya ass up against me
Whoa, lil' mama done got tipsy, and then tonight, tomorrow you're history
All you haters wit' that hoe sh*t miss me, I stay strapped security don't frisk me
Set it off 'til this muthafu*ka empty, I turn around do the same sh*t next week
Come on

[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]
Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me
Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)

[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
OOH! There she go, just what the Doc's been lookin' fo'
She just what I need, black and Chinese like Sum Yung Ho
I got a bungalow, we can diappear for a week or so (yeah)
I got a steady young flow, super bowl wit' it like I'm Dungy yo (oh)
Yes, congratulations, you won a millionaire invitation
Sorry I'm so demandin', but save the dancin', for back at the mansion and
Ain't, this money handsome? Ain't, that a panty anthem?
I kill me, just like you, from the back you'll see

[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]
Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me
Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)

[Verse 3: Missy Elliott]
Hold up! Hell naw! Like Britney Spears I wear no draws
In the club I drink it up, gulp gulp drink it up
Got Patron sippin' in my cup, that's ya man I bet I can make him look
When he see the jugs he wanna rush and get a quick touch of the big ol' butt
Mmhmm big ol' butt, thick legs, big ol' jugs, legs stick like rims on the truck
Take him to the crib, yep, we gon' fu*k, you can call me a freak I like to get buck
I don't have to do much to make you get it up
Some young hoe she worth two dollars, I'm worth more dollars that make a beauty parlors
I pop collars, c-c-c-collars, I don't buy shots I only buy the bottles
Only rich girls, we only buy the bottles
And like a porn star I'm best when I swallow

[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]
Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me
Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)

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# Posté le mardi 14 juillet 2009 10:40

Modifié le vendredi 09 octobre 2009 18:14

Pepell ( Is Me ) ! ! ! ! !

Pepell   ( Is Me )  ! ! ! ! !

______ .::. » иOm ? : lil [ W. e . e . z .y ]
______ .::. » Pr℮иom ? : Belkaid Or [ Wayne Junior ]______ .::. » 0riigiи℮ ? : MaяОс
______ .::. » Viill℮ ? : Taza Cityy
______ .::. » Aииiiv℮rsαiir℮ ?: kajibe Chikadoyate Bache Tsawall ?!! hh
______ .::. » Fum℮ ? : NOo xDeiiy
______ .::. » Boit ? :Mra mra
______ .::. » Lov℮ / C℮lib ? : CéLiiib
______ .::. » Msи ? : Teck-room@hotmail.com______ .::. » Amour℮ux ?: Nn !! I Toll I'm Celib !
______ .::. » Num℮rO ? : 15

# Posté le mardi 14 juillet 2009 10:33

Modifié le mercredi 23 septembre 2009 20:27

x Lil ' weezy x In The X chris brown X ft Swizz beatz ! !!

[Lil Wayne]
Hey Lil Mama
I can transform ya
I can't dance but I can dance on ya
Swiss on the beats, Chris move ya feet
And baby I can transform ya him to a me
I can change you life, make it so new
Make you never want to go back to the old you
Ciroc and lime, give it a lil time
And she can transform like Optimus Prime

[Chris Brown]
Need a ride I can Range you up
Money I can change you up
You can ride your own, no longer be the passenger
Swag low I build you up
Knees we can stand you up
Red lips, red dress, like em like a fire truck

What you need, you can have that
My black card they won't decline that
See potential in ya
Let me mould that

[Chorus]
I can transform ya like a transformer
I can transform ya
I can transform ya
Anything ya want, i can get it for ya
Your my baby girl shoulda know I did it for ya
I can trans, I can trans, I can transform ya
Shoes you got it (got it)
Bags you got it (got it)
Cars you got it (got it)
Money still got it (got it)
I can transform ya, I can transform ya
Anything you want I can (I can) get it for ya

See me in the video you can have it really though
Iced out everything, like an eskimo
Wanna fly, we can go, anywhere you wanna go
Jimmy Choos in Italy, Louis V in Tokyo

Something like Pinnochio
If you lie down imma grow
Wanna see me do it big
I can show you how it goes
Take you from an amateur to being professional
(I can have you swag surfing, autotune)

What you need, you can have that
My black card
See potential in ya
Let me mould that

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Ok
I can transform ya like a transformer
I can turn you from a human to a Carter
Take you off the bench and turn ya to a starter
Then take you home and put you on a charger
Then (then) my cars transforms to a charter
And we can fly to wherever you ever thought of
Hehe, I take you to wherever its warmer
Then I gotta rip off your dress like a warm up
Hehe, but I'm just getting warmed up
So tell your man he better get his voltron up
I transform her to a Ducati
And then I transform me to a Bugatti
Cuz her form puts me in a trance
I transform smaller and she puts me in her pants
Swiss on the Beat, Chris move ya feet
And we can transform a good girl to a freak

[Chorus]

# Posté le mardi 14 juillet 2009 10:29

Modifié le mercredi 11 novembre 2009 16:47

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^^

# Posté le mardi 14 juillet 2009 10:25

Modifié le dimanche 06 septembre 2009 12:05