Gotta Let You Have It Trick Daddy

"[Buddy Roe] Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic [Trick Daddy] I just might have to toss this nine Across your mind Across

Change My Life Trick Daddy

hook Gotta change my life Lord knows I aint livin right Yall know i aint chillin right Smokin out everyday and night Gotta ease my mind Gotta find time to rewind Cause I'm fallin way behind

So High (Feat. Trey Songz And 8Ball) Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy Dollars 8 Ball Trey Songz We High Good evening ladies and gentlemen This is your captain speaking to ya I would like to welcome ya’ll aboard my flight A flight that is promised

The Children's Song Trick Daddy

[Chorus: kids singing] Children hold on, to your dreams Believe in love, let love be the light to show the wayyyyy And love will shine on you one day [Trick - speaking over kids] Hold on, to your dreams

Let's Go (edited album version) Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon [Hook:] Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know), I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)

Let's Go (feat. Twista & Lil' Jon) Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon [Hook:] Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know), I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)

Let's Go (feat. Big D & Twista) (Clean Ver.) Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon [Hook:] Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know), I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)

Bout My Money Trick Daddy

"[Trick Daddy] Let's see, what to do today? Fuck that I'm goin' to get my money This one in a..

Pimp Trick Daddy

Money Buddy Roe Freaky deaky Trick Daddy and Yours truly Buddy Rizoe J.T. Money Yeah and that nigga J.T.

Hold On Trick Trick

Nothin Cuz They Be Frontin Gotta Sacrifice Three Time For Every Dime They Be Wantin And Believe Me Being A Thug It Aint That Easy I Once Was A Fool But See They Had To Free Me I'm Undercover Man But Still

U Neva Know Trick Daddy

[Trick Daddy] This one goin out to uhh, that nigga Bub (the game done changed) Young Black Boy, Rick Growley, that nigga Wayne Parker (ha ha) You know, all the niggaz I know that was told on Yesterday's

Thug Holiday Trick Daddy

Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it`s alright baby Everything gone be gravy later, that`s right This the time when we take time to remember All the loved ones we lost in the struggle you know I dedicate

Sns / Roland (Skit) Trick Daddy

We ride, we ride We ride, we ride We ride, we ride [Hook] S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S We sendin' this to all you (All you) So you can do (Do it, do it) what you want to (Bop, bop

In Da Wind Trick Daddy

Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen′ It′s quite alright, with the ′drow in the wind, with the ′drow in the wind

J.O.D.D. (feat. Khia & Tampa Tony) Trick Daddy

[Trick Daddy] We gettin dollas (dollas,dollas,dollas,dollas) Yours Truly,I know ya'll been waitin' for it And it's about time,ain't it?

Boy Trick Daddy

"[Trick] I tellin ya boy I got them boys Dog I be tryin to tell em Verse 1: Trick Daddy, The Lost Tribe You can't catch me boy Don't upset me boy Touch me my dog a wet 'cha boy Never disrespect me boy

Let Me Ride Trick Daddy

Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die I used to be a polo kid who would of thought

Shut Yo Face (Uncle Fucka) Trick Daddy

Shut yo fucking face (Verse 1 Trick Daddy) Everybody wanna be the big boy Sling king with the biggest names in the game In the wood grains big grins big chains big things on the big mane Motherfuckers

Thug Life Again Trick Daddy

last one's livin' Chorus: (repeat 2x) Trick Daddy All I need to get on is a few good men with big guns We can break Buddy Roe out the pin And then it's thug life again nigga, thug life nigga, huh Verse

All I Need Trick Daddy

People gots to have....money Haha (gangsta) Just like that (Just like that) Haha, my recipe for murda (murda) Couple pounds of brown (Pounds of brown) Couple DT's (Couple DT's) Fo' or five of them

Rags To Riches Trick Daddy

thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me When my niggaz and bitches

4 Eva (feat. Jazze Pha) Trick Daddy

Daddy ad libs] [Verse Two: Trick Daddy] Leave me your number and I'll holla back You prefer your pet name, nickname, no big thang girl, I'll call you that Won't be no problem with no other woman Cause

No Daddy Teairra Mari

[Chorus:] I didn't have no daddy around when I was growing up (huh) That's why I'm wild and I don't give a (huh) Ya'll think cuz these jeans fit, I would give it up Don't let my cute face fool ya

Hoe But Can't Help It Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it 'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic Old material bitch Gold-digging for them tender dicks A real nigga never give you shit Biotch Born and

Champion (Feat. Trick Daddy) Jacki-O

I'm from down south I'll suck ya dick okAnd I'll spit it in ya mouth Nigga's like you be closet freaks Nigga's sell pussy and you beg me to skeet You a freak I'm gone pee on it Get off the chains Tie

Gangsta Trick Daddy

And the winner is, Trick Diesel Facemob My nigga Baby, ha ha Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker

Could It Be Trick Daddy

"Could it be, you and me? Could it be? (heh, heh) Could it be that I'm lost, Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love (fallin' in love heh heh) Could it be, you and me?

These Are the Daze Trick Daddy

Daddy] And I remember back in the days, if you ain't like a nigga You let him know, then you asked for a fave And then he coulda got a head up Me and you after school in the front and we can tear it up

Thug For Life Trick Daddy

me, stickin' with me You got some nerve, you must think you pot superb Nigga first tried to hide it, you shot the bird K-Dog without a mouth full of filthy shit Mouthing off nigga you would have been

Suckin Fuckin You Trick Daddy

Know what I mean I'm representin Realizin somthin missin I'm on a mission Want a million under these conditions Which is Marble tubs and gold dishes The baddest bitches AK's fo my protection Gotta

I Cry (feat. Ron Isley) Trick Daddy

[Trick Daddy] Our father who art in heaven Thank you Lord Lord thank you Lord [Trick Daddy speaking over chorus] That's right Y'all could stand up and rejoice now We about halfway through the road We got

Get On Up Trick Daddy

Hataz betta watch out for tha butt I bring it to ya, wha? Bring it from ya head to ya wha? Yea, I'm real wit it, nigga wha? You want to playa hate nigga, wha? Yea I'm Slip-n-Slide nigga wha?

I'll Be Your Player (Remix) Trick Daddy

Bein that I'm real I feel you need a man in your life child Somebody black baldheaded plus buckwild They call me Trick Daddy dollars A real woman scholar If a player's what you want lil mama holla Don't

Play No Games Trick Daddy

`t think that a playa did it And made you wear the life is more than a hell didn`t it Boy I tell you, and that`s the deal with them real niggas And stay far away from fuck niggas Don`t be a sucka at

Bet That (Feat. Chamillionaire And Goldrush) (Amended Ver.) Trick Daddy

[Chorus: Trick Daddy] Sittin high, still ridin dem big whips Still fly, still grindin, getting big checks Still thuggin, still leanin to the baaack, you can bet that You can bet that I ride I shine

Kill A Head Trick Daddy

free nigga Pop my trunk check out my funk Nothing but pumps, Leave that ass smelling like raw conch You coochie niggas playing with it you gon get shitted Metro wants to know who did it Now aint

Thugs About (feat. Dirt Bag) Trick Daddy

[Intro: Cool & Dre] Good god, a ha ha Yo Trick I think we done did it again man ( [echo:] of course, of course) Miami's finest, T Double D (haha haha) Y'all know who we be [Chorus: Cool & Dre] I wanna

God's Been Good Trick Daddy

Alla my homies in pen fields I can't be lying to them, if I'm ridin' for them I gotta tell 'em how it really is Alotta things done changed since last year Nope the crib and the same no more And these young

Represent Trick Daddy

Don’t be scared, represent it Yo county, yo city Who you know put Chevy’s like this Candy paint and the trunk full of funk like this Dade County gone ride ...

Sugar (Gimme Some) [feat. Cee-Lo & Ludacris] Trick Daddy

[Cee-Lo] Uh huh [T-Dubl] Yeah [Cee-Lo] Aw man I got a sweet tooth, can you dig it [T-Dubl] After this one you gon need a root canal then [Cee-Lo] I love sugar all of it [T-Dubl] This one for all

Walkin' Like A Hoe Trick Daddy

"(Phone hang up) Verse 1: Now first off all ya'll ho's should know a nigga don't work fa' ya'll My dogs don't give a fuck and we'll fuck you sluts on coconal Bitch it ain't no need fo' no skeezy ho, cause

For The Thugs Trick Daddy

boys down south much love for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and the boys in the city much love for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and the dogs in the grove much love [verse 2] See, I, I, gotta

In Da Wind (Ride Out Mix) Trick Daddy

[Trick Daddy] I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin spam

In Da Wind (Semi Clean - Mike's Radio) Trick Daddy

[Trick Daddy] I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin

Run Nigga Trick Daddy

{I thought all our problems were over} Westcoast we're not suppose to know better I suppose we just suppose to let this shit happen huh?

Rain It Pours Trick Daddy

these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones This one here is dedicated for them hatas, I wrote it for my niggas Who ain`t here they couldn`t make it, let`s face it The dope game is getting

Three Card Trick The Clash

wasteland torching two hundred years Dragging my spirit back into the dungeon again Bring back crucification cry the moral death's head legion Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia You

Shut Up Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy: We gon' let the band deal wit' this Ha ha, uh MIA Style, ha Old School Uh huh Okay, Shut Up Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x) Ah ha, Okay What's Up, Shut Up Trick Daddy: Ridin' 'round

Back In The Days Trick Daddy

Back in the days It wasn't no AIDS It wasn't no AK's More afros than braids Wasn't nuttin for a boy to get a straight fade But not no mo Niggaz done twist up the fro Let it lock and grow Quick

Who's Selling (Skit) Trick Daddy

You Hey you hear dat shit. Damn dogg i know it aint what i think it is Hey man hey hey you selling trick daddy cd's? YES, NO NO NO NO So wut is that?