Da Brat - Road Dawgs lyrics

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Da Brat - Road Dawgs lyrics

DJ Clue (Jay-Z) New sh** (Uh, huh, check it out now) Road Dawgs Amil, Eve, Da Brat (Amillion, E-V-E) Jay-Z (First Lady) (Check it out, uh yo) (Don't watch me n***a watch my b**hes) Ha ha (Uh, huh) (Uh huh, uh huh) (Yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella that's the clique) (n***a don't watch me better watch my b**hes) [Eve] I stay sick wit Each ??? flow like liquid sh** Harder than the dick get n***a flew his whole clan just to get wit One touch n***a fiend for the clit lick Don't leave'em nothing but a quick fix Me and money makers be the first pick and Do the dirt quick and Sexy thug keep get me warm make my toes twitch Only f** wit the raw you should know this Ruff Ryde, but you scared of the stallion Scheme for cream, me and Amillion Carry rockets in my pockets, better step back Put holes in ya back you can bet that, hustle for the dollar Eve, like to cut you, make you holler Play cuts for bucks and watch'em pile up You want more? See me in the drop top it's on Peach color pony head course Player instinct, learned from my dogs Save ya money baby I'ma take you to the mall And I buy you something small Maybe something negligen Cartier, came fast in small things What I need to survive is a peace of the pie, feel me E-V-E, capitalize Taking the sh**, making it mine Big n***as in the game that'll let us find Put me up against anybody I shine Taking my time for this line for line Mad chart thugs wit yours crime for crime Real b**hes keeping it raw, about time Chorus: 2xs [Jay-Z] (Amil) Where my hoes in this house who Hold they n***as down who Roll hard, y'all my road dawgs (Hey) Where my ladies in this place who Hold they n***as space when He locked up, throw ya baby Glocks up (Owh) [Amil] Crush sh** Before I even touch sh** Wit the princess cuts and sh** My n***as, Roc-a-Love for me Haters, make you think you can f** wit me This rap sh** is like d** to me n***a, need a fix leave it up to me All Money Is Legal Roca y'all know how we do First cla**, all stretch out Or, S-Cla** all s**ed out Got the cash, let's be out b**h gone only do joints wit the best out Most n***as can't handle me So I strictly f** wit family Sports to d**h, ask Jigga Don't I only deal wit a high cla** n***a? It's a turn off if my cash bigger Don't blame me, blame my last n***a Mother f**er kept me laced from the feet up Started off wit a pair of V studs I be wifey no pre-nups Still ended up wit the SE what Windows down, seats back Can't catch me wit a sweet track Co-writers don't need that 99 and I still ain't meet my match Feel me huh? New Your and Philly huh? The only ones that had a chance Was the ones wit the cash advance Chorus: [Da Brat] I tell 'em like this Ain't to many mother f**ers bad as me Bust at a n***a wit a rhyme or a nine wit a tragedy When it cause catastrophes, will actually cause you to bleed f** up anything you breathe, pa** the weed If a n***a proceed to step outta line I'm a gradually Fill his anatomy wit bullet holes in his behind I happen to be the type of b**h Get a grudge I don't budge and sh** And look at what I did in life as a kid Wit thugs and pents Now I got the knowledge of a college mother f**er Wit a scholarship At any degree my temperature get, boiling hot to freezing When I release you can see the reason, I'm so cold n***as continuously rolling me beats to choke on Try-na get a smoke on High, cause I have to get it When you can never seeing me coming the Devils Advocate Material hoe, keeping n***as dropping they draws And fiending for more Surrounded wit, diamonds around the wrist Cruise the town in my six, bruising them every time I hit And I ain't try-na quit If I do, you can never find another to fill my shoes I prove you can't duplicate this Attempt to and lose This little n***a been rocking the basement since I was about two Pick up the pace quick, why worry about a replacement? When I stepped in came wit my feet in the pavement Leave n***as in amazement And guess what the ingravement say? Capital B-R-A-T was here and got paid all year In a major way, f** what the haters, f** the tabloids I spit on n***as, who try to steal my joy Chorus