Textovi Vasih omiljenih pjesama

Ovo je tema u kojoj mozete stavljati textove Vasih omiljenih pjesama i pjesama koje najvise slusate. Evo ja cu prvi pocet sa mojom omiljenom pjesmom:

Lloyd Banks-Hands Up
Hands up shorty when you party with me,
we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P.
I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks,
you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame,
this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)

[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
It feels so good to live sucker free
I'm soakin' it all up while your girl suckin' me
It mean the world to her, it's nothing but a nut to me
Look miss, get a grip and let a motherfucker be
I'm a rap star
Who wants to be ridin' around in that car
Two in the front and the back got the plasma
This ain't a free ride you gotta have the gas ma
I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma
And I'm busy so I move a bit faster
You can't tell me yes if I don't ask ya
Haha I'm a bastard
Damn near showin' his hand over the plastic
Cause they wanna see your man go in the casket
Rule number one keep your gun and get your ass hit that's it
Lights off and your body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)

[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I cruise through the strip
22's on the whip
New rule: gonna hit
Thousand dollar outfit
Never snooze never slip
Follow rules or get whip
Nigga move or get hit
I don't care who's on the strip
It ain't only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sick
Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss
It's aight they can talk I'm amused by the pricks
I'm the news out the bricks nigga who's hot as this
I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed
I ain't a cuddler I fuck the drool outta chick
My niggas ice grill but it ain't the same
They don't see the faces they don't see the chains
Like Ooo when you get 'em they don't know you with me
They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
This is regular shit the erryday mentality
They charged up don't make me put in the battery

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)

[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Evo jos jedne od mojih omiljenih pjesama:
Lloyd Banks-I'm So Fly

Yee, ayo 50

They only do it like us nigga, yee



I'm so fly, I got money so that's a good enough reason

To buy the things I buy

I'm so high, I'm on point and I can tell that you jealous

By the look in your eye

When I ride by, I don't care, G-Units goin' straight

To the top this year

Nigga, I'm so fly and I got money so that's a good enough reason

To buy the things I buy



Banks is fresh out the gutta to smooth to stutta

His cig will melt a riva like 2 scoups of butta

Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her

Grab the burna 'cuz she ain't concerned 'cuz he's a earna

My bitch lays it out real nice for me to murda

Fight, wake up n' fuck like Ike 'n' Tina Turner

It's a privilege to ride with a celeb

'Cuz them girls over three don't got a problem given head



Paranoia is on ya that's why your mama's in your bed

Fuck a rare chinchilla and bossin' mama for ya head

Where the block I'm from niggas be damn near 40 and still tuckin'

And niggas baby mama is pregnant and still fuckin'

It's either 'cuz their boyfriend is a scrub like brillow

Or 'cuz banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow

The chronic is blown for my niggas that got locked up and deported

And now they gotta go back home



I'm so fly, I got money so that's a good enough reason

To buy the things I buy

I'm so high, I'm on point and I can tell that you jealous

By the look in your eye

When I ride by and I don't care, G-Units goin' straight

To the top this year

Nigga, I'm so fly and I got money so that's a good enough reason

To buy the things I buy



Don't confuse me with these suckas 'cuz when I spit

You hear more ouus, then a skip to my lil' move at the rucka

Thank God for given Banks the gift, you think that bandana

Makes you look gangsta but all I see is a handkerchief

Nigga there's no one out the click that freeze us

Believe that 'cuz I ain't scared of shit but Jesus

Look dawg I don't roam with the poodles

Difference is I'm eating in Rome and you eatin' Roman noodles



Ya boys corrupt kid, Banks will send a bitch to the store

Just for a piece of cheesecake like puff did

You jokes cant afford these homes

Look around I got 40 clones now look down that's 40 stones

And that's only in the necklace

I'm bony and I'm reckless there's Tony in a Lexus

I'm fresh out the gutta scrap whatcha man thought

I'm in the hood with more straps than a Jan sport



I'm so fly, I got money so that's a good enough reason

To buy the things I buy

I'm so high, I'm on point and I can tell that you jealous

By the look in your eye

When I ride by, I don't care, G-units goin' straight

To the top this year

Nigga, I'm so fly and I got money so that's a good enough reason

To buy the things I buy



When I travel I know I'm gonna get stuck

'Cuz they harass us in the airport like I'm the ones that's blowin' shit up

I got the patience of a high school teacher

And a bright future, why the fuck would I have a bomb on my sneaker

Will the goody girls back of us, my heart's colder than Jack Frost is

We pack shows and attract bosses

Black clothes and my black forces

A black rose for a rats coffin, blowin' O's in that black coffin



Blowin' the road and I'm back flossin'

No one knows how much that's costin'

Fuck ass only the green moves me

I got a clean Uzi a pair of gloves and a mask from the scream movie

So if your plottin' on poppin' off, sceem smoothly

Or get a little red spatter on ya cream coogy

My name ring each state

So you ain't gotta go all the way to L.A. to get your MC eight



I'm so fly, I got money so that's a good enough reason

To buy the things I buy

I'm so high, I'm on point and I can tell that you jealous

By the look in your eye

When I ride by, I don't care, G-Units goin' straight

To the top this year

Nigga, I'm so fly, I got money so that's a good enough reason

To buy the things I buy
50 CENT MUSIC; DANJAHANDZ MUZIK; W B M MUSIC CORP; UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP.; WB MUSIC CORP.;