T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"What's Yo Name? Lyrics"
Comfort Lyrics
...And you want to impress That you love me more or less Which of us will be first To get off To get hurt When you come too close for comfort Come too close for comfort Much too close for comfort Too close for comfort And on line The acrobat Who has got his act down pat Balance rules of etiquette Until you hang another net
(feat. The Neptunes)
[T.I.]
Yo, Uh [12x], a come on T.I.P.
[Neptunes]
Come on [4x], I said come on, come on, come on, come on
[Verse 1: T.I.P.]
A hour train spit game from the get green
Ay T.I.P. been bangin' thick dames since he was 15
The click came ran trains if her shit clean
The same broad fronted y'all like she Miss Thang
And damn how da bitch seem she's a dick fiend
All though I won't elaborate I'll say she lick things and get green
She fuck wit me because I got big dreams
And along wit a face she think she seen on the big screen
I give it to her since she whine and her back hurt
Then drive her crazy since she crying and she act worse
Yeah, I'm a rapper, I'm a man, but I'm a mac first
I n
[Hook: {T.I. & Neptunes} 1x]
[T]
I'm a p-i-m, ah, m-p,
Told y'all niggaz before about me
Plenty Remi to the h-e, ah, a-d
[N]
Somebody buy some more dro' so we can smoke please
Now what's yo name?
[T] I'm pussy bumper number one
[N] Yeah, I said what's yo name?
[T] I'm pussy bumper number one
[Verse 2: T.I.P.]
Man trying to stop pimpin like shooting a bee-bee gun at a freight train
So comparing us is like whine to a grape stain
My reputations great man, I got a great name
I hate lames, I stay clean, and I break dames
I like 'em small or bigger with a figure eight frame
So if she fine I bet she mine when I find time
Like clothesline hoes mine, I'm a goldmine
Ay I'm the "King of Da South" and the throne mine
I got the chrome in the Chevy and the broan mine
Ay man I'm young but I been doing it for a long time
That ain't my fault that bitch grown she got her own mind
An-and I'm...
[Hook: 1x]
[Verse 3:]
I bet some niggas think I cake her when I take her out
But come that week just watch me rape her fucking bank account
Eventually the P$C hey we gone take the south
Then grab the earth by the ankles and shake the paper out
Nigga I'm bout my paper route so I'm gone make a route
Anybody blocking my road to riches man I'm gone take 'em out
Keep run yo mouth making up you
Me I'ma git a ho who gone make show my pockets seen about
P-i-m-p-i-n-g is all I be's about
I break a ho in break 'em till they broke and then I ease 'em out
They out of pocket, I'm a lock 'em out and leave 'em out
And that don't change man, season in season out
Open up The Source shawty and see who just you reads about
If it ain't concernin T.I.P. a P$C a see ya out
Ain't nothing even you ain't cuttin then u don't see the house
Because you know I got to practice what I preach about
[HooK: 1x]
[Neptunes]
Come on [4x] I said come on, come on, come on, come on
[repeat]
[T.I.]
I'm a p-i-m, ah, m-p,
Told y'all niggaz before about me
Plenty Remi to the h-e, ah, a-d
...And you want to impress That you love me more or less Which of us will be first To get off To get hurt When you come too close for comfort Come too close for comfort Much too close for comfort Too close for comfort And on line The acrobat Who has got his act down pat Balance rules of etiquette Until you hang another net
(feat. The Neptunes)
[T.I.]
Yo, Uh [12x], a come on T.I.P.
[Neptunes]
Come on [4x], I said come on, come on, come on, come on
[Verse 1: T.I.P.]
A hour train spit game from the get green
Ay T.I.P. been bangin' thick dames since he was 15
The click came ran trains if her shit clean
The same broad fronted y'all like she Miss Thang
And damn how da bitch seem she's a dick fiend
All though I won't elaborate I'll say she lick things and get green
She fuck wit me because I got big dreams
And along wit a face she think she seen on the big screen
I give it to her since she whine and her back hurt
Then drive her crazy since she crying and she act worse
Yeah, I'm a rapper, I'm a man, but I'm a mac first
I n
Give the Man a Hand Lyrics
Reading lots of books, trying to find an answer An answer pertaining to the questions in his mind. Running all around, caught in the web of the mystery of life. Trying to find a reason for all the pain that he feels. What can we do for him (can you do?) What can we do for him (what can you do?) You could give the man a hand, and help him see that he's wanted
eed a broad wit a bank and a fat purse... and that's firstReading lots of books, trying to find an answer An answer pertaining to the questions in his mind. Running all around, caught in the web of the mystery of life. Trying to find a reason for all the pain that he feels. What can we do for him (can you do?) What can we do for him (what can you do?) You could give the man a hand, and help him see that he's wanted
[Hook: {T.I. & Neptunes} 1x]
[T]
I'm a p-i-m, ah, m-p,
Told y'all niggaz before about me
Plenty Remi to the h-e, ah, a-d
[N]
Somebody buy some more dro' so we can smoke please
Now what's yo name?
[T] I'm pussy bumper number one
[N] Yeah, I said what's yo name?
[T] I'm pussy bumper number one
[Verse 2: T.I.P.]
Man trying to stop pimpin like shooting a bee-bee gun at a freight train
So comparing us is like whine to a grape stain
My reputations great man, I got a great name
I hate lames, I stay clean, and I break dames
I like 'em small or bigger with a figure eight frame
So if she fine I bet she mine when I find time
Traitor Lyrics
Way down in your bones baby It's written in blood So light the candles And beat on the drums No matter what you try to sell me They're never gonna give Because the combat zone they're living on Fuck, it ain't no way to live Won't have to see you again Bulldozer down your home Won't have to see you disappearing When you're gone Kill, k
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Man I ain't lying, mine dimes I don't wine or dineWay down in your bones baby It's written in blood So light the candles And beat on the drums No matter what you try to sell me They're never gonna give Because the combat zone they're living on Fuck, it ain't no way to live Won't have to see you again Bulldozer down your home Won't have to see you disappearing When you're gone Kill, k
Like clothesline hoes mine, I'm a goldmine
Ay I'm the "King of Da South" and the throne mine
I got the chrome in the Chevy and the broan mine
Ay man I'm young but I been doing it for a long time
That ain't my fault that bitch grown she got her own mind
An-and I'm...
[Hook: 1x]
[Verse 3:]
I bet some niggas think I cake her when I take her out
But come that week just watch me rape her fucking bank account
Eventually the P$C hey we gone take the south
Then grab the earth by the ankles and shake the paper out
Nigga I'm bout my paper route so I'm gone make a route
Anybody blocking my road to riches man I'm gone take 'em out
Keep run yo mouth making up you
Like A Possum Lyrics
Good morning, it's possum day feel like a possum in every way like a possum Possum whiskers, possum face possum breath and a possum taste ooohhh, like a possum Possum tales, possum eyes possum bones, possum thighs oh, like a possum Possum shots, possum runs
mind you got's to be's wit outGood morning, it's possum day feel like a possum in every way like a possum Possum whiskers, possum face possum breath and a possum taste ooohhh, like a possum Possum tales, possum eyes possum bones, possum thighs oh, like a possum Possum shots, possum runs
Me I'ma git a ho who gone make show my pockets seen about
P-i-m-p-i-n-g is all I be's about
I break a ho in break 'em till they broke and then I ease 'em out
They out of pocket, I'm a lock 'em out and leave 'em out
And that don't change man, season in season out
Open up The Source shawty and see who just you reads about
If it ain't concernin T.I.P. a P$C a see ya out
Ain't nothing even you ain't cuttin then u don't see the house
Because you know I got to practice what I preach about
[HooK: 1x]
[Neptunes]
Come on [4x] I said come on, come on, come on, come on
[repeat]
[T.I.]
I'm a p-i-m, ah, m-p,
Told y'all niggaz before about me
Plenty Remi to the h-e, ah, a-d