T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"I'm Serious (Remix) Lyrics"
Me Next Lyrics
I was too scared to phone In case you weren't alone So I called up your best friend instead Because I had to know Oh, and when I asked her If you two were Still living together, she said: "I don't think so" And please don't think that I'm suggesting you're over-sexed But if he's really gone Oh please, can I be the next? Let me be the next And if you really knew How much I'd worshipped you Right from the first time
I was too scared to phone In case you weren't alone So I called up your best friend instead Because I had to know Oh, and when I asked her If you two were Still living together, she said: "I don't think so" And please don't think that I'm suggesting you're over-sexed But if he's really gone Oh please, can I be the next? Let me be the next And if you really knew How much I'd worshipped you Right from the first time
(feat. Youngbloodz, Pastor Troy)
[talking]
This some of that Ghet-O-Vision shit man
FUCK these niggaz, WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah, uhh
Serious mayne... (yeah)
This shit gets serious mayne... (I'm tellin ya shawty)
Serious mayne... (ah ah, ya ya yea)
This shit gets serious mayne... (ah ah, ya ya yea)
Serious mayne (ah c'mon, ah ya ya yea)
This shit gets serious mayne (aight, let's do it shawty tell 'em)
[Hook - 2X]
ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne!
ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne!
ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne!
ATTENTION!!! - Ah wha-wha ah what WHAAAT!
[T.I.]
I'm goin in with funny niggas in the A
The killas with the case, and now the niggas with the yea'
All my niggas, where ya stay?
Westside to Decatur, ah hey-ya, fuck ya wooden eight
I lay you down if I got a thirty-shot in my Impala
I'm a 3rd bred Bankhead, Roll Park scholar
From a house with
Very Last Moment Lyrics
Time stops for no one, It moves on unaware. It's easy not to notice, It's easy not to care. Conversation circles, There's money changing hands. I've been standing in the middle, I've been caught up in the spin. But out of the confusion, The static and the noise. You got my attention, And made me wanna (chorus) Live like it's the last moon rising. Scream just like no one's there. Lose all of my defenses, Hold you, touch you, love you like, I
no father, school - why bother?Time stops for no one, It moves on unaware. It's easy not to notice, It's easy not to care. Conversation circles, There's money changing hands. I've been standing in the middle, I've been caught up in the spin. But out of the confusion, The static and the noise. You got my attention, And made me wanna (chorus) Live like it's the last moon rising. Scream just like no one's there. Lose all of my defenses, Hold you, touch you, love you like, I
That's why I call myself the King of the South
Well nigga, ah you don't want what I'm break out the house
Ah so I, strongly suggest you keep my name out ya mouth
Before I, be in ya house tapin ya spouse to the couch
And put a, hole in her blouse, I don't play young nigga
Remember me from back in the day young nigga
One more thing, fuck what you done heard 'bout Atlanta
We finna break the standards, rubber bands instead of platinum
I'm a hustler, not a rapper
We gangstas, y'all some actors
We finna turn this chapter, your spot is what I'm after
I'm serious!!
[Hook - 2X]
[J-Bo]
See I got the answers to all ya quest-ions (come on)
From A-B to C, best learn your less-ons (-ons...)
Cuz I'm so damn serious, it'll leave yo' ass stunned
In the back and we packin on all who flex-un
Like Redrum, it's bloody and ugly, who want some?
Now put your middle fingers up until it's all done (it's all done)
Cuz we ain't taki
If You Were To Wake Up Lyrics
If you were to wake up And I were beside you Would you gently smile dear And whisper my name And would you remember The way that I held you And would you want me To hold you again Time reaches to you Just like a willow That bends to the water And clings to the shore And there was a time dear That once you did love me And there was a time You loved me no more Rain on your window Light on your pillow The way you lie
n much of nothin but bash-unIf you were to wake up And I were beside you Would you gently smile dear And whisper my name And would you remember The way that I held you And would you want me To hold you again Time reaches to you Just like a willow That bends to the water And clings to the shore And there was a time dear That once you did love me And there was a time You loved me no more Rain on your window Light on your pillow The way you lie
On all who attempt, intentions we blast-un
[Sean Paul]
I gut 'em, I roll 'em, I smoke 'em, and I pass 'em
I serve 'em, deliver, walk up on 'em and blast 'em
I'm strong but my niggaz, I'm takin they cash home
Then hit the track and get rid of the whole bomb
Cuz I'm serious nigga, you gon' feel this nigga
Got a, trunk full of work, how you gon' kill this nigga?
My niggaz givin out bricks, we can build this nigga
If all fail we can 1-0-5 grill this nigga
I'm dead serious
[Hook - 2X]
[Pastor Troy]
S-E-R-I-O (uh-huh) U-S (uh-huh) I'm fresh (c'mon)
One of the best (uh-huh) there are a couple (c'mon)
We did this song last night, I gave 'em trouble (uh-huh)
Jumped in my shuttle (uh-huh) and hauled ass (c'mon)
Up 85 (yea) with Daytons (c'mon)
You wanna blast (c'mon) come get yo' cannon (c'mon)
I bet I'll leave yo' punk-ass, where ya standin (uh-huh)
While you were plannin (c'mon) see I had plottin (uh-huh)
Yo
Room Service Lyrics
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, vocals) George Duke (keyboards, vocals) Ruth Underwood (percussion) Tom Fowler (bass) Chester Thompson (drums) Hallo! Hello! Hello! Is this room service? Hello? Hallo? Is this room service at the Hotel Leningrad? Oh, Oh, Oh, Jawohl! What would you like...? Yeas, this is room service Look here, buddy Yeas, what would you like? Oh, I'm so h
u saw the smoke hoe, hell yeah I shot it (damn right)Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, vocals) George Duke (keyboards, vocals) Ruth Underwood (percussion) Tom Fowler (bass) Chester Thompson (drums) Hallo! Hello! Hello! Is this room service? Hello? Hallo? Is this room service at the Hotel Leningrad? Oh, Oh, Oh, Jawohl! What would you like...? Yeas, this is room service Look here, buddy Yeas, what would you like? Oh, I'm so h
I'm bustin rockets screamin, "Die nigga, die!" (die nigga)
Dont' fuck with D.S.G.B. or T.I. (c'mon)
Do you know why, I don't fuck with nobody? (yeah)
The same shit, that fucked up John Gotti (yeah)
These niggaz watch me, but they don't wanna fuck with us (yeah)
We makin 'em hush, we dead-ass serious!
[Hook - 4X]
[talking]
YEEAH!!
It's motherfuckin serious in this motherfucker, knahmtalkinbout
I'ma tell y'all niggaz like this here (whassup whassup)
If it's too hot for yo' ass (uh-huh)
Get the fuck out the motherfuckin kitchen,
knamtalkinbout (getcha ass out)
The boy Lil' Jon, doin this shit with my nigga T.I.!
Ghet-O-Vision, Youngbloodz (Ghet-O-Vison hoe!)
That boy Pastor Troy (old Troy)
It's serious mayne (serious)
This shit motherfuckin serious.. (it serious bitch)
In the south niggaz, they get motherfuckin serious (real serious)
We out this bitch... holla...