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![TQ's [They Never Saw Me Coming] Album](tq.jpg) |
WESTSIDE (T. Quaites/M. Mosley/F. Ojetunde/J. Sample/R. Ford/ R. Simmons/J. Moore/K. Walker/L. Smith) I was just a young boy, livin' in the hub city Eastside compton G Back in the days when Ice cube and Eazy had every Nigga Talking 'bout boy you can't fuck with me Remember Ice T had power, hearing gunshots lickin' by the hour, When Too Shorut bumped in every Supersport And taught us all how to ride for the West Coast CHORUS: To my peoples if you with me - where you at Throw your dubs in the air - and wave 'em like you just don't care From L.A. to the Bay - what you say - all day...everyday...any damn day Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Going on and on, it don't stop...won't stop...can't stop Either ride or die - that's why I put it down for the Westside Didn't seem that long ago, we were stealing 40's out the liquor store Mama started tripping so it's time to go Up to the park with the locsta's Everybody broke smokin' roaches DJ Quick was the shit had every nigga claiming he was from the CPT Ya'll remember one-time tried to clown We had to burn this bitch on down BRIDGE: One time for my niggas in incarceration I blaze a dime with you for having lots of patience Two times fro my sista's at the county building, I got some Westsde love for al you ghetto children Three times for my niggas that done passed away I tip some gin for you and pray for betta days One day everything's gonna be fine But until that day my only reply is... WESTSIDE TILL I DIE (Repeat Chorus) From Crenshaw to Foothill Blvd. All I see are Lo Lo's and mob cars - Dayton's and five stars All the true hobs is hittin' switches With all the finest riches of course the bombest bitches Don't get it twisted Ask me what's a real G Show me a nigga scrapping back against the wall until his knuckles bleed Screaming death to all our enemies and those who don't believe WEST COAST LIVIN' BE THE SHIT TO ME!!! (Repeat Bridge) (Repeat Chorus) [Top]
PARADISE (T. Quaites/J. Joshua/J. Blake) HOOK: I kinda wanna drive Lexuses Sit back and live life high with the best of shit With a wrist full of ice in my president And a pocket full of Debbies that you can't imagine Guaranteed to make the best of it To have a yacht on a lake with water beds in it And a whole lot of women that are singin' to my shit With their hands up in the audience Screamin' they want it - they want it When I was a lot younger, I used to sit up at the park And drink on St. Ides Drunk as fuck I used to wonder why Some niggas roll sixty-fours on D's And some niggas let their khakis hang on their knees Will I end up just like one of these? Or smoke trees overseas and rock wimbley Bring back a black bentley full of Henessey And earl grey tea sippin' it with naomi - And they on me! I wonder how it happened so fast To go from 33b to 1st class laughin' And all you hatas' are hurt bad...Imagine HOOK: I kinda wanna drive Lexuses Sit back and live life high with the best of shit With a wrist full of ice in my president And a pocket full of Debbies that you can't imagine Guaranteed to make the best of it To have a yacht on a lake with water beds in it And a whole lot of women that are singin' to my shit With their hands up in the audience Screamin' they want it - they want it Before I go to sleep at night I say a prayer to the Lord above and I'm hopin' That he shows me luv 'Cause my shit be hot enough to have thw world dancin' Smokin' weed on the beach in the sand and All my ladies look well in Chanel and Donna If I trip they got my bail so farewell your honor Ain't got no time for drama Too busy chillin' with the mamas in the Bahamas And everybody got they own bag of ganja And you can go and roll a bleezie if you wanna Ain't got to worry 'bout nobody all up on ya! (Repeat Hook) Give me a house in Fayetteville and a blue five hundred Next door to Evander in the tub with Michelle and Samantha And a black pet panther, you ring the doorbell I don't answer and you can't stand it And you askin' TQ why you act that way 'Cause it's too many hata's with somethin' to say I'm too busy blowin' up with my homeboy J! (Repeat Hook) [Top]
THEY NEVER SAW ME COMING featuring Jay (T. Quaites/A. Dent) New nigga in town, everybody listen I got a message for you, don't want you miss it Gangstas make the world go round, as it was written That's why at every show somebody trippin' Now I like to smoke weed and drink straight "yack" And fuck with dime pieces because I got it like that Make all the strippers love me because my tips stay fat And my Lac is all that, haven't you heard about it. CHORUS: Got every ghetto in the country wanting it Even if they playa hate, they bumpin' it, I heard you lookin' 4 that real live gangsta shit, But they never saw me coming Haven't you heard about it All my niggas down South - I know what u like All my peoples on the West - it's on 2 nite Everybody in the East, believe me Anybody talkin' beef can eat these They never saw me coming We made the front page story in Every city, Couldn't believe all the niggas That was down with me, Had all these other busters lookin' silly We don't ride no pony, just roll on Goldies - nigga please Come off that shit, this is a new era, Straighten up your sideburns Stop wearin' mascara, I hope it for the sake of sellin' records Either way, you need to check yourself for not being a real nigga My mama told me I was unexplainable Said I was gifted, but I chose to act a fool But in the end, it was the fool That got me thru even back in school I used to dream 'bout it, to have the whole world screamin' Throw up they dub Just wanna give 'em what they needin' and show some love Truth is I'm a thug, but I still can blow what Now tell me the muthafuckin' problem (Repeat Chorus) [Top]
GOTTA MAKE THAT MONEY featuring E-40 (T. Quaites/M. Mosley/S. Bostic) Seems like every night - right before I go to sleep I say a little prayer to the Lord - that He keep me(that He keep me) I used to be the kind of nigga that didn't give a fuck about nobody The slightest little thing would make me mad Especially if it involved my money And I can't tell you 'bout the next man, But I love pullin' up in big sedans Wit' all my niggas in a caravan - Holla if you hear me Now I'd love to break ya, bring you down And take ya back again But that would take too much time And I gotta hit the streets again HOOK: And even if the sun don't shine I'll still be hustlin' Gotta get that money - make that money - keep it comin' If it takes all nite I can't be strugglin' Somebody come help me can you tell me Why is slangin' always on my mind Must be buggin' I guess they figured I would quit And they could get me if they tapped my line Don't mean nothin' - I'd still be hustlin' Now I hate to be the one to tell ya - But I don't mind Nigga's can hate it they want to And I'm still gonna get mine (still gonna get mine) Yes, I'll still be ridin' in a SC on dubs and I a.. All your women would know who I was - And that you wouldn't like (and that you wouldn't like) If everybody kept their mind on getting they scrilla Won't be no time to fuck wit' mine So won't be no killin' I'll just sit back and recline and smoke this Philly And keep my fingers laced wit' diamonds like Big Willie But for now catch me on Compton Avenue Wit' a handful of hundreds and a strap or two Puttin' it down for my nigga's like they told me to U need some candy so won't you come thru! (Hook) (E-40's rap) [Top]
REMEMBERMELINDA (T. Quaites/M. Mosley/F. Ojetunde) I'm just sittin' smokin' weed and looking at some old pictures From mom's house of when I was a young boy And the first one that I see is of me and Melinda On the roof throwin' gang signs The kind of homie that you don't find But she always kept things on her mind She never was my baby, we had a crush When we were younger We used to hump and that was it No bullsit, she was eleven I was ten But she meant more to me than any woman since CHORUS: RememberMelinda I used to stay across the street from her She could have been a supermodel Don't remember doing shit without her I often think about her RememberMelinda Never really found her way home I loved her like my sister Dear Lord I really miss her, one wish Long as I live, I'll always RememberMelinda She always had a lot of drama Watchin' daddy drunk beating on mama She used to stuff grams in her bra for my nigga Rob Twistin' niggas was her job, married to the mob I used to take her on runs with me She'd sit in the passenger seat and count the funds for me It's my fault, I introduced her to the game To find out she couldn't hang - and it's a shame That I remember when she started actin' crazy Was first day she brought my yay to me Let's get some yack because you made me now But wait up, what's the deal why ain't you happy Something's wrong and that's really an open package That's when I finally realize Melinda getting high off my supply! (Repeat Chorus) And no I'll never forget the night Her nose started bleeding, her eyes turned white And I can't get it out of my mind I'm telling you I still remember, yes I remember 12:30 on the dot here come the doc The news he's bringing me I'm shocked Another victim; And I done made my self a killing All for the love of drug dealing (Repeat Chorus 4x) [Top]
ONE MORE LICK (T. Quaites/M. Mosley/B. Evans/T. Anderson) featuring Tray Dee (Rap by Tray Dee) HOOK: I promise the Lord if you let me do one more lick I'll stop slangin' and get out of this shit No more killin' and no more yay But let me keep Benz and my crib in GA I pray to you Lord that you do the same for all my friends I don't ever wanna pray this prayer again Gotta see a million and I'm thru with this And all I'm gonna need is just one more lick In the morning when I wake up Head to the bathroom, gotta shade my face up Pick my Nigga Jay up, from Corina's house where he always laid up Listen up we gotta busy day, my nigga Noid say 23 birds comin' our way And they landin' at the docks at nine o'clock Let's go see Dmack at the neighborhood glock shop HOOK: I promise the Lord if you let me do one more lick I'll stop slangin' and get out of this shit No more killin' and no more yay But let me keep Benz and my crib in GA I pray to you Lord that you do the same for all my friends I don't ever wanna pray this prayer again Gotta see a million and I'm thru with this And all I'm gonna need is just one more lick In the evening, we in the Benzo Listening to Tupac blowin' up some indo Gettin' real blowed and my cellular is gettin' crossed up I call Kellie, tell her not to wait up Nine o'clock on the dot - we at the dock I got my eyes on the nigga with the dred locks she The first one I'm gonna pop when the loot come out I'm tappin' Bennie so he know which one I'm talkin' 'bout Now shit's about to change hands - niggas put your hand up! Before you get stuck And it's turnin' out to be a beautiful day, we got the money and the yay Dippin' on the freeway Next day, the Narc's raid about six in the morning - You know break of fuckin' dawn Now Kellie in the courtroom cryin' when I stand up I guess it's one prayer that the Lord didn't answer (Repeat Hook 3x) [Top]
DARLIN' MARY (T. Quaites/M. Mosley/S. Bostic) So you're all in my mind - let me tell you what I see What seems so hard to find is just another part of me When all of my friends come around We love to just pass her, pass her Don't have to feelin' down - on the one day after And we've always been together since I can remember So, we'll stay the same You been salted up so bad but I don't care what nobody say CHORUS: Darlin' Mary, U know I can't leave you alone She makes me happy, and they say lovin' you is wrong Can't be mad at me - she puts me in a zone And I wish I had got me just a little bit to take home I love my Darlin' Mary So you think it ain't right - well let me explain I love my Darlin' Mary She make my heart sang Whenever I'm feeling lonely, I take a ride up the street Give kayo his 20 dollars, he gives Mary back to me And she always stays a long time, 'cause she likes Phillies Can't fuck with no zags And when she runs out - no need to go crazy Just get another bag (Repeat Chorus) Now, I've been taught not to love nobody But ain't nobody like Mary And I don't mean to be selfish but I only like the best shit So if you wanna get really lit put 10 on it And we can go and get Mary (Repeat Chorus 3x) [Top]
WHEN I GET OUT (T. Quaites/M. Mosley/F. Ojetunde) duet with Ericka Yancey TQ: Been in here about a year Never thought the game would take me under About to get my first tear, when I'm sittin' in my cell I wonder What are doing outside Are you giving all my ass up You're a dime so niggas won't pass up Ericka: Wait a minute nigga you better back up I told you a long time ago I'd always have your back I'm still coming off with half of them checks, So why are you trippin'? Ain't got to worry 'bout nobody getting up in your stuff soon as the jury said guilty I closed it up Bought you a new Bible with a blunt in it already rolled up Between Numbers and Deuteronomy - is where you'll find me TQ: Don't mind me, I'm feenin' baby I want some ass real bad Locked up wit' all these hard legs, scrappin' daily I miss my baby, I'm going crazy, I gotta get out of this place CHORUS: TQ: How can you love me? Ericka: Somebody gotta do it TQ: It's gotta be hard! Ericka: Ain't really nothing to it TQ: But you make me happy Ericka: You know you really shouldn't have no doubt - can't wait till you get out I already told you TQ: I guess I didn't believe it Ericka: You spend all your time TQ: Fucked up getting weeded Ericka: But you make me happy TQ: So I'm sittin' here countin' the days down - can't wait till I get out Ericka: When you get out... BRIDGE: Things can get back to the way they used to be You and me in a chromed out E - bumpin' Bone Thugs Pedal to the floor, dippin' kinda high and trippin', I really wanna hit it, your shit is finger lickin' Ericka: Wait a minute I really miss you, so don't get me started Sweatin' bumpin' and grindin' right through these bars and Got a little something to help you make it - just picture me naked Can't feel your body and I hate it...I'm going crazy Gotta get my mind off this, 'bout to go up to the mall and buy an outfit TQ: If you spend all my loochie and I'm gonna be passed - that's no bullshit Ericka: Now who in the hell do you think you're talking to You know I'm the only one in the world who will put up with you TQ: Got 72 more days in here, it seems like 20 years Can't smoke, can't drink no beer Can't get no ass in here So when I finally get home It's gonna be on, 'cause I'm gonna be Lickin' and kissing and sticking all week long (Repeat Chorus) [Top]
YOUR SISTER (T. Quaites/M. Mosley/T. Howard/T. Shaw) featuring Too Short I like to think back to when we spent the weekend In Cabo baby, your sister's boyfriend started trippin' And left her lonely After you went to sleep - I spent the night out on the beach Laid up on her body - how could I keep from hittin'? And every time I came to see your house She always kissed me in the mouth Always stickin' her tongue out when you wasn't lookin' I wanna fuck your sister CHORUS: Now we been messin' round a long long time But now I wanna fuck your sister And I know it sounds foul but that's alright 'Cause why should I have to bullshit ya' (play wit' cha) I can't help it if she's the one that's on my mind Everytime I'm out wit' cha I know we messed around a long long time But now I wanna fuck your sister She comes to greet me when I ring your door bell Lookin' like crazy She stands behind you in the kitchen - staring at me I like to see her when she's getting out the shower All the things she used to tell me when you wasn't listening Now the bridge is gonna get cha Ain't no need for us to stop messin' around I just wanna hit it for an hour when she get out of the shower On the sink guaranteed not to make a sound And you know you shouldn't have to be getting mad at me I can't help if I want that ass badly So in the middle of the day when nobody else is around I'll be fucking your sister (Rap by Too Short) (Repeat Chorus 2x) [Top]
BYE BYE BABY (T. Quaites/M. Mosley/T. Howard) At night I can't seem to get no sleep Addicted to indo and Hennessy I'm stressed homes - got my vest on Friday night and I'm chillin' with my baby In a black 600 Lorenzo's on it And I'm...al up on them thighs, smokin' on doja So I guess I didn't see them niggas behind me We at the stop light - get out your car nigga Before I exit - they start pullin' triggas So now I'm duckin' and divin' try to survivin' All I can hear is gun shots and crying Then in an instant - the crying stopped Look at my Benz all windows bucked out I see my girlfriend layin' on the asphalt Bleedin' lookin' dead at me All I can say is... HOOK: Bye Bye Baby I can't believe it - these niggas done shot my baby The only thing that make me go crazy Somebody gonna feel my 380 My My Baby won't live to see it It's gonna be murder - I guarantee it You already had it comin' boy for steppin' to me But y'all shouldn't have fucked with my baby Now I met her at the Beverly and she was the bombest She had me goin' nigga - I'm gonna be honest And she was stacked with big bags behind her Matter of fact - she kinda looked like Tyra All the niggas used to stop when they see her Dressed in black - laid back demeanor Nigga she gone now - and I'm all upset I'm like a grown child - I want my baby back But now it's on pal - all things behind us I'm gonna take you where no one can find ya Mind ya, I'm about to go crazy Gimme my Baby - Gimme my Baby (Repeat Hook) Now I try not to think about all the things that we did together We make the bedroom walls shake from in the living room I was so infatuated with everything you do Somebody took you away from me with a shell or two And I'm gonna ride, 'cause that's what the hell I do Gonna be some madness tellin' you This shell's 4 u What they wanna do (Repeat Hook) [Top]
THE COMEBACK (T. Quaites/P. Alexander/K. Fambro) featuring Daz Dillinger & Kurupt (Rap by Daz) I'm up at mom's house taped up 3 months rehabilitating finally got my weight back up She told me "I'm gonna pray to God that you'll be alright" That's my only mama nigga, she knows what's on my mind You shot my girlfriend when she was 3 months There went my children found out it was more than one You've got me limping and I can't move as fast But I swear on baby grave that I'm gonna get that ass What about my little sister she used to get good grades But now she's paranoid goin' to school with a 38 Now how much of this do you think I'm gonna take Nigga I'm comin' back HOOK: All I'm sayin' is you betta not go to sleep I'm coming to get you Nigga you make too big of mess I'm comin' back And you betta be watchin' everyone you meet Might not be the one who stick ya It could be one of your friends I'm comin' back I won't lay down before you do that on me I'm tellin' you fuck what you've been thinking All I'm saying is you betta not go to sleep Because I'm waiting to hit ya Because I'm coming back... Friday nite again and I get a new Benz Bus' a left on 120th - I see you slippin' This niggas in my hood tell me how can this be Gotta thank the Lord for sending this blessin' down to me I get my glock ready, Beenie can't shoot this time As much as I been feelin' and dreamin' this mutha fuckers mine I let my heat fly, I see him fallin' down And all I'm hearing is "K-Plaw, K-Plaw, Paw Paw" After the smoke clears I hear a baby screamin I'm tryin' to make it out but all I see is demons Father forgive me if I hurt this child let die tonight Walk up to the Beener see the kids alright I hand him to his cryin' mama tell her turn away Somebody punch up Daddy's number and it's Judgement Day For anybody askin' questions you didn't even see my face Or else I'm comin' back (Repeat Hook) (Rap by Kurupt) (Repeat Hook 2X) [Top]
BETTER DAYS (T. Quaites/B. Evans/T. Anderson) In the morning when I wake up I think about All the crazy things that we've been through My mama she told me there will be days like these And I guarantee she was tellin' the truth When I close my eyes I see Eazy No more thuggin' - just love everyday In the heavens above wit it's DJ Listening to music that I just made hey CHORUS: Just wanna sing a little something for the people that done passed away Now tell me can you feel it - when you're livin' in better days And I pray to God I hope He's listening if we try that we could one day be For one time in your mind everything is alright But until it happens I'll be on my knees praying for a better way Now my background say... Every once in awhile, I remember that I miss my Grand daddy All the things we sat and talked about - I wish you can see me now From the side of my bed with my head down To outside wit' my homes tippin' gin now Seems like I gotta whole lotta friends now So let me tell you what I'm talkin' about And now that I've got my mind made up Ain't got no time to wait up If you ever should think I ain't true to that In "My peoples if you wit me where you at" We brought y'all back! (Repeat Chorus 2x) [Top] ------------------------------------------ Back to Pop/Rap/R & B Page