Fabolous - So NY Lyrics

Fabolous - So NY Lyrics

[Intro]:
Best things come to those who wait
It’s time to go get it

[Hook]
I said I’m so New York, Weezy probably don’t like me (x3)
La-dada-da-da-da-daaaa

For my city, emphasis on my city
You got to go to L.A. if your looking for Diddy
You gotta check C.T. if your looking for Fitty
Niggas in Paris, but what about the city?
I’m so N.Y. like the folks who make Playstation
Hope ya’ll enjoyed your summer vacation
I been on that medicine, all y’all sick patients
Time to come for Sugar Hill, word to Ray Nathan
I’m coming for the belt and I stay H’ing
Coming for your Idol, word to Clay Aiken
Pause- in case they take it the wrong way
And bitch nigga always take it the wrong way
Still spitting, I’m the city’s saliva
Want the keys to it like the designated driver
Sometimes I listen to my old rhymes, it feels like I had the fucking keys the whole time
Ain’t gotta give me credit, I take cash
(Broooklyn) Yeah we take cash
Those old niggas trying to live off their old bodies
These young niggas think they killing shit, with no bodies
But this ain’t about old school, new school
Cause my old school look better than your new school
And I drive my new school like my old school
Just to wave at the teachers from my old school
In Flex We Trust I let him do my old schools
The girl used to brain me, you love my old school
Stop playing, you boys grew up on me
I fed you, burped you, until you threw up on it
I gave these niggas style, they never had a Clue
But they heard the freestyles yea they had the Clues
Been doing this a while, probably had your boo
She probably came back had a little attitude
Gun charge, oh yea I had like two
My black lawyer beat them, never had a Jew
I done had a few, never use, had them new
So I’m Pac, in a white suit, I Ain’t Mad At You
No Diddy, no Dupri, no Dr. Dre
No Cash Money from Baby, and no Rocs from Jay
And I’m still here, I’m still here!
I’m so New York that I’m still her

[Hook]

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Fabolous She Did It Lyrics

Fabolous She Did It Lyrics

[Hook]
Yeah you got it girl, but what you doing with it
Make it snapback, f-ck a fitted
You know I got it, and you can get it
I told her do that thing I like, and she f-cking did it
She did it, she did it
She did it, she did it
I told her do that thing I like, and she f-cking did it
She did it, she did it
She did it, she did it
I told her do that thing I like, and she f-cking did it

[Verse 1]
Do what I say, f-ck what Simon says
Club Rolex, you know what time it is
Is this the Playa’s Club? Cause shorty fine as Diamond is
Ass fat, hair long as Pocahontas
My whole circle shining like a diamond Bezz
We making money, them niggas making promises
They business minded, but they in the wrong line of biz
Cause they busy minding mine instead of minding theirs
I got some medicine that should clear up sinuses
Got some Ciroc, you know what kind it is
She said, “It’s yours babe, let’s see how mine it is”
Let me test that head out, I wouldn’t mind a quiz

[Hook]
Yeah you got it girl, but what you doing with it
Make it snapback, f-ck a fitted
You know I got it, and you can get it
I told her do that thing I like, and she f-cking did it
She did it, she did it
She did it, she did it
I told her do that thing I like, and she f-cking did it
She did it, she did it
She did it, she did it
I told her do that thing I like, and she f-cking did it

[Verse 2]
Make it snapback – Mitchell & Ness
I’m telling Khaled when I see him, cause b!tch you the best
I get you that fly, I get you that fresh
I buy you some clothes just to get you undressed
I love a girl who down to do all the shit you suggest
Doing that thing that I like ain’t gon’ get you no less
You a G, but that letter don’t fit you the best
Girl you got all them curves, so bitch you an S
Them other niggas coming around don’t get you impressed
Them losers looking sad, they gon’ get you depressed
You wanna ride, but I can’t ride with you unless
You take a nap in my lap, girl get you some rest

[Hook]
Yeah you got it girl, but what you doing with it
Make it snapback, f-ck a fitted
You know I got it, and you can get it
I told her do that thing I like, and she f-cking did it
She did it, she did it
She did it, she did it
I told her do that thing I like, and she f-cking did it
She did it, she did it
She did it, she did it
I told her do that thing I like, and she f-cking did it

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Fabolous Ft. Lloyd Banks - Get Down Or Lay Down Lyrics

Fabolous Ft. Lloyd Banks - Get Down Or Lay Down Lyrics

[verse 1: fabolous]
ay yo, it's get down or lay down
my shit sound like trey pound
stand up if they g's, sit down if they clowns
get a bitch? i got a bitch
she get round, she stay round
girl just wanna have fun, your bitch found a playground
i swing by, slide through, see-saw the before
niggas won't believe this, record the freak raw
on the road to riches, these broads get detoured
they just firecrackers, we more like c4's
think we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up
life in the fast lane -- you think talk'll slow us up?
nuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime
thought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline
i revived that real shit, y'all deprived from real shit
small hood to all good, we strive like will smith
fresh prince of bel-air; flow sick, need health care
they ain't got nothing for the kid, i'm gonna need welfare
hell yeah, she down, down like she upset
i took her down two months ago, bitch ain't came up yet
money over bitches, dirt on top of bitch niggas
put you in your place -- it happened to be a ditch, nigga

[hook: fabolous]
get down now
if you gon do it, baby, then do it now
cause later on i might not be on the shit that i'm on
your chance'll be gone

so get down now
get down now
get down now
get down now

[verse 2: lloyd banks]
stack the heavy break away, sleep on the small bills
evil growing every day, keep on your toe heels
brung her ecstasy, now she geeked off of four pills
snuck her from the blind side, screeched off on four wheels
i'm so ill, too slick
with boys i get horse
she ain't really trying to pop the clique off, the chick tossed
i think i fucked the world, six toys and lip gloss
she yelling for the lord, i threw on my big cross
i get mine, get yours -- i'm score-bound on fourth down
don't make us bring them bulldogs round, georgetown
vixens in great jeans, unzipped those since eighteen
you won't use me, use that strip pole to make clean
i get high, space lean, enough clothes for ten troops
same time, i spend loot on bm's and benz coupes
porsches and lambos and 'raris for candles
front if you want, my four-five in my camo
blam-o! don't touch 'less you wanna get burned up
your good girl's a renegade, i got her all the way turnt up
bag dimes like ten a day, episodes in my first truck
we ain't gotta go home, we can go right there in the cut and..

[hook]

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Never Let It Go lyrics - Fabolous

Never Let It Go lyrics - Fabolous
(feat. Keys)

[Chorus - Keys]
If only I could see you again
I will make sure that those days never end
If only I could do it all again
Just to have one more chance
I'll never let it go

[Fabolous talking over Chorus]
I mean life's not like that though
Sometimes you only get one shot
Most times, yeah

[Verse 1 - Fabolous]
Don't you hate a could of, would of, should of nigga?
Could of did, would of did, well you should of nigga (nigga)
I am never on the iffy shit
You see her with me, you ain't gotta wonder if he hit
My daddy was a player too, Ken Griffey shit
He said kill these hoes and get the death certificates (haha)
So when I do me, I over do it
In the red Rover sendin bitches over to it
Might use the Caddy, part-time golfer
But act now I'm a limited time offer
And I'm off the, chain like a stray dog
If I want it, I'm a fetch it, I don't play dog (I don't play dog)
I see the game from a sick angle
New York had a chance, the bitch pick Tango
In my case you get one opportunity
Minus convertible, so let's call it drop-tunity, haha

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Fabolous]
Get a slice of the pie now, you wait 'til the pizza's cold
Then you sayin what you (Shoulda) did like Keyshia Cole
(I Should Have Cheated) (nah), I (Shoulda Let You Go) (nah)
I just shake 'em off (yeah), Etch A Sketch a ho (haha)
I draw a blank, back to the drawing board
I'm like Michael Jordan if we talkin scorin broads (damn)
To me you got one chance to miss ya shot (yeah)
Better get ya J up (yeah), life is not a layup (nah)
Meanin, sometime they make it hard
Like a straight dude, naked broad get on top of me
Why give an inch if she can take a yard? (woo)
You land on "Chance," take a card, it's Monopoly
I think past "Go" (yeah), 200 on my mental dash though
And my foot is on the gas ho
If opportunity ain't there, make one
They ain't give me a chance, so I had to take one, Los'

[Chorus]

[Fabolous talking over Chorus]
Niggaz be lookin at shit that's right in front of 'em man
They don't even see their chance is right in front of 'em
You know? It's fucked up

[Verse 3 - Fabolous]
I look at Obama and I more than glance
I don't just see change, I saw a chance
How many hustlers do you know waitin for a chance?
Some pedal more than Lance in the Tour de France
How many convicts inside waitin for a break?
That's rare, short time, waitin for a steak
How many shooters holdin heat, waitin for a shot?
Fall asleep in the car waitin for a shot
Sniper's in D.C., I know what he see
I'm tryin to put you on to it, Cici
Just ate fried chicken, I took greasy
I told this bitch I'm a Mac/Mack not a P.C. (haha)
I sit niggaz down, don't let 'em stand a chance
Only way you squares ride is a ambulance
Kill 'em while you got a chance in a Bronco
Or it comes back in the end, Benny Blanco, yes

[Chorus]

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Bang Bang lyrics - Fabolous

Bang Bang lyrics - Fabolous

Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang

Yo if niggas don't know nothin
They know not to try me though
Yeah I like pussy, just not standing by me though
My man did 15, he came home grimey though
Hold his gun eh'day, still think he in '94
We missed him, but we caught up with his slimey hoe
Shooters ain't picky so it's Inny Minny Miney Moe
Catch a nigga by his toe
We don't play no games
But it sound like Call Of Duty when we let that P90 go

Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
It's not a pretty thing so it might get ugly
It could get knifey, it might get slugly
I send the family at em I might get Pugsly
Might get Wednesday, Gomez, Cousin It
We on some can't find em, we run up on ya cousin shit
Always sayin what they does and knowin who they wasn't wit
All we tryna do is make the pieces to the puzzle fit
So we question niggas wit the gun out
The story changes, the excuses never run out
It's Summertime so we gonna make sure the heats felt
See me reach hear the clip, don't think it's a seatbelt
Think of 9mm think of .45's
I get away wit a bitch, I must let shorty drive
I tell her keep it running, honk if them people coming
I bought her a Louis bag, it's just to keep the gun in

Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Follow me my nigga cuz I know where they hang
Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Stand back click clack, watch me do my thang
Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Follow me my nigga cuz I know where they hang
Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Stand back click clack, watch me do my thang

[Fabolous talking, chorus repeats]

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Welcome To My Workplace Lyrics Fabolous

Welcome To My Workplace Lyrics Fabolous

[Announcer voice]
He's young, he's handsome
He's a poet, a prophet
And many people believe he will be the champion of the world

Welcome to my workplace
This is my "Get Ya Ass Back To Work" face
Bedroom storage, kitchen workspace
Stick a finger in the pot, see how the work taste
SWEET!
Call it rock candy
When you bake cakes, you keep Betty Crock' handy
They say it's best you scratch, fresh new batch
Can you smell what The Rock is cookin?
Wrestling match
1, 2, 3, ding!
We put it in the microwave, not the ring
The Vince McMahon of brick weighing
Make a wall outta them shits, brick laying
The apartments stinker than a fart sent
Like walking in Bloomingdales fragrance department
You smell fumes, from hells tomb
Then it gets moved to the back mail room
That's where it's packaged to deliver
All through the city, and right across the river
Welcome to my workplace
Better than MacCartney with the Beatles when I work base
Get it in, get it out, steady work pace
Last time it was tested, my work aced it
Dude I can't feel my faced it
Sat back like I am wasted
The J.P. Morgan of the coke business
Your moneys funny and I ain't in the joke business
Hi and bye on the phone, I never spoke business
What the fuck I do ain't these folks business
Bitches half-naked, niggas fully loaded
Speaks for itself, don't even gotta promote it
This that Loso's Way
Everybody want that Loso's Way

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Throw It In The Bag lyrics - Fabolous

Throw It In The Bag (Final Version) Lyrics

We got anotha one boy
(ATL, just throw it in the bag)
Wassup Brooklyn? Wassup son? Wassup Fabo, a man
I got that black Amex wit me, aka that throw it the bag card, yeah

Now I know you ain't over there starin' at my girl
Yeah, I know you ain't over there starin' at my girl
Nigga, I know you don't call yourself hollarin' at my girl
I know you don't call yourself holarin at my girl

I keep her in Louboutin, Louie Vuitton
Gucci down to her feet, yup, just like me
I'm the one with them ones
Fuck the price on the tag, just throw it in the bag

Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag

Look at price tags where they do that at
Heard that in ATL when I'm in ATL
Just ask my baby girl, I treat that lady well
Ain't nothin' soso and I know JD Well

A couple Benzes, black white gray CL
Got niggas lookin' like, did we miss a Mercedes sale?
Don't wonda what I do, just know they pay me well
They keep that Gucci and that Louie on my la-b-els

That's the way we feel, must be nice, man
You wit the right man, you ain't gotta price scan or ask how much
Now what I look like
Son I'm from Brooklyn, what it look like

You get it 'cause I got it, I got it, so you get it
Do like Luke say, don't stop, get it, get it
Mami do the speedie, daddy do tha duffle
Bag full of chips, we ain't talkin' ruffles

Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag

See I know what I'ma tell her
The same thing that the bank robber told the teller
Just throw it in the bag, that's the way it suppose to be
A real nigga posed to help you out with the groceries

Just throw it in the bag, paper or plastic, it's safer to ask it
So dead that nigga, I will pay for the casket
That Remy Mar got him spittin' plenty bars
Broke ass nigga couldn't buy the mini bar

So get with Loso, he ain't got to no so
Such a gentlemen dozen bottles of that rose mo
Oh, you gotta man, well you need a richa one
Meet me in the parking lot, the place say get u one

Meet me at the register, I'm there on the regular
Them niggas price checkin', you can help them in a second
As we proceed to give you what you need
Like we breakin' down the weed, shorty, just throw it in the bag

Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag

Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Ay, do the throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Ay, do the throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Ay, do the throw it in the bag

Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag

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Throw It In The Bag lyrics - Fabolous
(Feat. The-Dream)

[Intro: Fabolous & (The Dream)]
(You already know what it is), We got anotha one boy, (ATL), (Just throw it in the bag), Wassup Brooklyn, wassup son, wassup Fabo, a man, i got that black amex wit me, aka that throw it the bag card, yeah!

[Verse 1: The-Dream]
Now I know you aint over there starin at my girl
Yea I know you aint over there starin at my girl
Nigga I know you dont call yourself hollarin at my girl
I know you dont call yourself holarin at my girl
i keep hittin tha baton, Louie vuttion
gucci down to her feet, Yup just like me.
Im the one, with them ones.
Fuck the price on the tag
just throw it in the bag.

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Look at price tags
where they do that at
Heard that in ATL
When im in ATL
Just ask my baby girl
I treat that lady well
Ain't nothin soso
an i know JD Well
A couple benzes, black white gray C.L.
Got niggas lookin like, did we miss a mercedes sale?
Don't wonda what I do, Just know they pay me well.
They keep that gucci and that louie on my laby l's
Thats the way we feel
Must be nice man
You wit the right man
You aint gotta price scan, or ask how much
Now what i look like
Son im from brooklin, what it look like
You get it, cause i got it
I got it, so you get it
Do like Luke say, dont stop get it get it
Mami do the speedie
Daddy do tha duffle
Bag full of chips
We aint talkin ruffles

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
See i know what ima tell her
The same thing that the bank robber told the teller
Just throw it in the bag
Thats the way it suppose to be
A real nigga posed to help you out with the groceries
Just throw it in the bag
Paper or plastic, its safer to ask it
So dent that nigga, i will pay for the casket
That remy mar got him spittin plenty bars
Broke ass nigga couldnt buy the mini bar
So get with loso
he aint got to no so
Such a gentlemen dozen bottles of that rose mo
Oh you gotta man, well u need a richa one
meet me in the parking lot, the place say get u one
Meet me at the register
Im there on the regular
These niggas price checkin
you can help them in a second
As we proceed to give you what you need
Like we breakin' down the weed
Shorty just throw it in the bag!

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag

[Bridge: Fabolous]
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Ay do the Throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Ay do the Throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Ay do the Throw it in the bag

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
just throw it in the bag
Un-huh un-huh un-huh
Just throw it in the bag

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