Partners-N-Crime lyrics

Partners-N-Crime lyrics

"Gucci Lyrics"

We Can Get It On Lyrics
(feat. Noreaga (N.O.R.E.)) [Intro: Angie Martinez (N.O.R.E. in background)] Yea, ok... Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh... Yea, uh, yo, uh [Verse: Angie Martinez] They call me "Digalo" Angie Rippin' the arenas in Miami Slippers in the sand beach, c'mon dance with me Or the chulos in white tees (yea) You ain't peeped the Billboard on Jimmy's Then I guess you cannot see You wanna party wit me, da-to Only big dogs invited, no gatos Quite though, what's with all the questions, whoa Why you asking? I'm all in wit my friends embarrassing Be easy, yo


f/ Prime Time



[Meanor Talking]

Whoa, we gone do it like this

It's 96 mother fuckers

It's all about that click mother fuckers



[Chorus]

Bitch I got Gucci

Bitch I got the green, got the black

I got Gucci bitch I got the brown and all that

I got Gucci bitch I got the high and low to

I got Gucci bitch that ain't no ordinary shoes



Remember back in the day's

Niggas wore Bailey's in shit and

They always hooked it up with a fresh Polo fit

How ever I'm a fool

Now Gucci shoesnow money rules

Now hoes screamin' whoa now

Shibe as hell when I'm bailin' up out the crib

Lavish is how I live don't have a damn thing to give

Now please don't get me wrong

I do with Nike and Reebok's

But even see me barely with some

Kenny Cole high tops

But she see, see I

I rep 'til I die

Black, brown, green or blue

Three bills a whop it ain't no ordinary shoe

Don't play my Gucci bitch just because you got
Summer Time (B-Side To Mi Chico Latino) Lyrics
Sometimes I tiptoe by I look for telly love I understand there's no such plan Thata fits just like a glove Feet a little high feel a little shy You're the reason why I know you It's summer time with sleepy eyes I'm sorry, I'm sorry Gotta dream in mind Don't worry worry no no no So dry that tear in the sun burn your skin we just begun a summer dream Yes my dear chilling shadows dissapear Dive on in to this foolish ocean It's so full of love swim swim with me I don't wanna dream hold me baby we're going down
on a

Mother fuckin' thirty dollar outfit

Don't play my Gucci bitch just because you got on a

Mother fuckin' thirty dollar outfit

Not braggin' on what I got

People say I ain't got nothin'

But to a nigga like me I got a Lil' somethin' sumthin'

Shibe gift Balley Five, house with leather inside

Gucci wear livin' fair people stare but I don't care

Hoes like to laugh when they see me drivin' in my Hoopty



[Mista Meanor]

Kangol what you got?



[Chorus]



[Mista Meanor]

Now I'm not braggin' I be raggin'

Girbauds always saggin'

Best from the best

Because the Meanor can't be laggin'

I sport Gucci cause they suit me

Knock the walls of some cucci

Them hoes braggin' bout me

Is nothin' but some groupies

Slug by the T, them Gucci down to the feet

'Cise why all them niggas player hatin' on me

Shibe is in my nature



[Kangol Slim]

Then why them niggas hate you?



[Mista Meanor]

But it's all good cause they all gone catch the Vapors

$299.00, $75.00 get a pair

Stop lookin' in my face cause it ain't cool to stare

I'm bad as Fiend, ask them hoes if I'm clean

Me Michael screamin' Martin Luther "Have a Dream"

Player haters get mad because a nigga be shibe

Mista Meanor is the name, Big Boy is the job

I stay up on my gear, because I got to look nice

If you don't have any Gucci's

Well it's cool on the right

Cause everybody can't afford 'em

That's why they can't sport 'em

But I sport Gucci's like Mike sport Jordans

I'm not try'na brag or put nobody down

But I got Gucci the high top black, and high top brown

Gucci not cheap, they cost $300.00 a whop

Bein' shibe is in my nature

So that's never gone stop

So player hater's that's mad

Strach yo ass and get glad

I know ya fall to yo knees and

Pray to God I do bad

So respect this red nigga

Cause I'm true to the game

If you didn't know now you know

Meanor's the n
Ustabe Lyrics
It used to be, but not anymore Time slipped through my fingers to the floor It used to be, but not anymore Tipped my hat and walked through the door It used to be the greatest thing to catch fireflies in the evening And to watch cartoons in my underwear It used to be my greatest fear Was what the girl sitting in front of me would say about my hair But now it's so hard, I'm so far from where I have been I cannot win anymore Now I sometimes cry, wonder why, oh I can't stand it Why can't it be like before? It used to be the greatest thing to get in Yo
ame



[Chorus]



[Prime Time]

Now hoes bein' tr'yna juke

We bustin' fits with the Gucci

After that we finish it off with a

Fresh ass cucci

Bust some fresh Baud-Bauds

Even a fresh Polo, could be the black Kenny Cole

Even some black Animals,

Better never the less, I guess

I been taught by the best to impress

Some of these hoes best to learn how to dress

Cash Money click better come real

P-N-C movin' to make an mil

With the skill that's fa'real

Go buy my feet with three bills

Now I've been known to be an gangster

Wearin' black on black

Gucci down to the side

Keep a strap that's a Gat

Steppin' on my Gucci's get bucked

After that you get fucked up

You know you done lucked up

My Gucci wasn't scuffed up

G-U-CC-I is what I sport when I'm shibe

Before I die I'm makin' them hoes famous

From my walk side



[Chorus]



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