Play No Games Trick Daddy

I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name

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

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

Games Keith Sweat

Let's be honest with each other There's one thing I don't wanna do 1 - I don't wanna play no games (I don't wanna play games with you) If you wanna leave, just leave (Leave me, yes I'm gonna miss you)

Sns / Roland (Skit) Trick Daddy

love they way we are Make them shake they body, bodies It's the number one clique who love to party We from the bottom, M-I-A Came to have a ball and y'all, it's okay Money Mark and the S-N-S, we don't play

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

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

All I Need Trick Daddy

was raised in the slums But niggas tote guns distribute and run Watch out on the one and one servin' the bomb Niggas talk about Miami but they scared to come Leavin' they family in danger just to play

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

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

Run Nigga Trick Daddy

fuckers done lost y'all mind Y'all done bumped y'all mother fuckin head Now there's got to be somethin done bout all this shit that's occurrin I don't like it I don't like it one mother fuckin bit Trick

Who's Selling (Skit) Trick Daddy

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?

Who's Selling? Trick Daddy

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?

Gangsta Livin' Trick Daddy

I know 'Pac woulda loved this one here [Chorus: Trick Daddy] This gangsta livin, weavin dope dealin, oh how it's changed It's gettin strange, and dangerous, but that's the way shit goes [Trick Daddy] This

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!)

I Luv Trick Daddy

She was the world's greatest, dick sucker Play the note with the tongue while, finger fuck her I hit it in the dark in the back of the Benz Got my dick in her ass, front of one of her friends Face down

Woke Up With A Monster Cheap Trick

Mommy and daddy don't see eye to eye. Mommy and daddy don't see when we cry. Mommy and daddy they don't understand. What's wrong with this picture, is right in their hands.

Woke Up With A Monster (Album Version) Cheap Trick

No bed of roses for your head, for you. You see no future, it's all in the past. This is a nightmare, won't be your last. It's hard to admit, it's hard to admit you're that blind.

Ain't No Santa Trick Daddy

Everybody doin songs talking about what they got and they jewelry and they cars I'm gonna talk about something eles we never had shit, we real (Trick Daddy) And there damn sure aint no Santa Clause because

Kill A Head Trick Daddy

I feel like can't no nigga fade me. I feel like I'm the hardest nigga to walk the earth and shit you know what I'm saying? Blaaah!

Bout Mine Trick Daddy

I′m a Philly man, but I don′t blow garbage Got sweet dick, most of these hoes got it Ain′t no love, you see how the Feds do us Wanna eat like rust and some for tear Lucas Haul that blunt to a nigga

Kids Say The Darndest Things Tammy Wynette

Kids say the darndest things, Have you ever listened close to the games they play, Or the little songs they sing?

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!)

Three Card Trick The Clash

cry the moral death's head legion Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy

Let Me Ride Trick Daddy

smoking coco and serious vison (at the door) bouncers don`t touch us they know once ounces go up they hold up and know what I drink cris let it bubble back I`m leaning on double stack ready to snap Trick

I Wanna Sang Trick Daddy

Man, I went to school today and the teacher said I couldn't be no rapper [T] Say what? Why she tell you that?

Skit Trick Daddy

[Old lady (girl)] Hello (Hello um.. is Tony home) No Tony ain't here baby he not here (Oh, he ain't their well can u give him a message) Yeah what u want me to tell him sugar (I want u to tell Tony) Uh

Hoe Skit Trick Daddy

(Old lady (girl)) Hello (Hello um.. is Tony home) No Tony ain't here baby he not here (Oh, he ain't their well can u give him a message) Yeah what u want me to tell him sugar (I want u to tell Tony) Uh

4 Eva (feat. Jazze Pha) Trick Daddy

one night stand (uh-uh, no way, no how, uh-huh, c'mon, c'mon) If you need it you got it, whateva (c'mon, mm-hmm) Baby we can just fly away (just fly away, fly away with me baby, c'mon) [TD and JP ad lib

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

Ain't No Santa (Bonus Mix) Trick Daddy

Everybody doin songs talking about what they gat and they jewelry and they cars, i want to talk about somethingwe never had shit, be real (Trick Daddy) And there damn sure aint no Santa Clause because,

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

Rags To Riches Trick Daddy

to `em everyday I ride around `em cool, I walk be `em yesterday I`m from the southwest, where niggas drive chevys at Come through with that bullshit, My niggas don`t gonna handle dat I f**k with no

Nann Trick Daddy

Hell no I don't want to holla at no motherfuckin Trick He all over there smelling like boonk and Hennesey and shit Hell no I'm saying though What you got a playa back there just trying to say what's up

Pimp Trick Daddy

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

America Trick Daddy

Posed to be Land of the free I don't see how Count me in Uh America Oh America Ha ha ha America (America) Sweet land of liberty y'all I'm doing this one for the struggle And every bad doin' brotha Sista, daddy

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

These Are the Daze Trick Daddy

Heh, y'all remember back in the days When niggaz used to get they ass whooped for snakin cars And had to go strip your own switch off the tree These are the days [Chorus: Trick Daddy + (singer)] (These

Get On Up Trick Daddy

hot potatoes Every nigga I know keep a glock for hataz Let me know wha he doin' wit tha rocks Nigga, let me know I'll run up in tha spot Get me two steaks, a drank and lock down Ain't no

Breaka Breaka Trick Daddy

see how a nigga livin You betta ask MDPD about the fuckin killins I rol wit big fire I refuse to speak wit homicide Go and ask that dead man tell me what he said man Fuck you call my lawyers I aint got no

Could It Be Trick Daddy

(for my thugs y'all, nigga) Trick Daddy: Very sleek, gotta sneak, Peepin', creepin', Turn it up my homeboy, Tellin' lies, to the guys, like nigga I'm goin' home boy.

Thug Life Again Trick Daddy

Nigga, believe that, and yeah Money Mark mean that Until the day a nigga lean back This how a nigga show you real love A dedication to them real thugs Cause we the last one's livin' Chorus: (repeat 2x) Trick

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

Thug For Life Trick Daddy

cheese baby Hold me close and always be yo' thug for life Keep it tight and always be yo' thug for life Speak the truth and always be yo' thug for life Break the bread and always be yo' thug for life No

No Games Serani

... ohhh You're the only that can out my flame Baby just play it straight straaaaight No games... ohhh [VERSE 1:] Weve been together 6 months now (The most perfect days) You pushed for us to exchange

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

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

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