Song | What Ya Want |
Artist | Ruff Ryders |
Artist | Eve |
Artist | Nokio |
Album | Ryde Or Die, Vol.1 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Eve: | |
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh ugh | |
What y'all niggas want, huh? | |
Ugh, ugh, ugh | |
Lubia huh? papi screamin out of they mouth | |
Bomb shell just a second | |
Mami wanna speak out | |
What i need in my life | |
Make ya body freak out | |
Baby seem like the type | |
Married niggaz sneak out | |
Like i'm ballin y'all | |
Yes i be appallin ya'll | |
Boss type hold it down | |
Wantin all of y'all | |
Callin y'all never chasin me down | |
Three weeks, heartbroken | |
Yes you hatin me now | |
She speaks soft spoken | |
Till she datin the clown | |
I'm takin em down | |
Reel em in and makin em drown | |
Mistake | |
I said gimme that, but i'm takin it now | |
What i need from a nigga | |
Negative in his sound | |
Or dasity even askin me | |
For ass, i laugh | |
This bitch is fast and free | |
Swatin em off | |
When i see this niggas a flea | |
Plotin of cost for riches | |
Millionaire wannabe, uh huh | |
Chorus: [nokio] | |
What y'all niggas want? [what we want, wha?] | |
Can't touch [uh] | |
All y'all niggaz need [what we need in our life?] | |
Is right here with me [uh] | |
Sounds y'all wanna hear [who da, who dat?] | |
Swizz beats [uh] | |
I'm the one you fear [why?] | |
It's my time, feel me | |
Popular since i started my life | |
Eve you know my name | |
Probably the dangerous type | |
Brick house stallion | |
Think you taming me right? | |
Not this baby val philly streets | |
They raisin her right | |
Keep it pretty or can make it gritty be a lady! | |
Need boots pocket books and a baby 380! | |
But prefer to keep it | |
Calm and cool | |
When i'm heated i suggest you move | |
Just avoid a bad situation | |
What you got to prove? | |
Leave her be | |
Chicken squakin hatin frequently | |
Manic man is obsessed | |
And stalkin me | |
If he | |
Icy enough, i'm pricin his stuff | |
Be nicy enough | |
To let him spin, i'm callin ya bluff | |
Puttin it down | |
Ruff ryders puttin they work | |
Snatched up the illest viscous pittbull in a skirt | |
Makin em hurt | |
Haters steady dishin up dirt | |
Changin the game, settin the rules | |
Makin it work, uh | |
Chorus | |
Leavin em scared | |
Mami takin all of this here | |
All of this fame i'm hungry | |
Hope you cats is prepared | |
Niggas, set me up | |
And imma take it and run | |
Think its a game | |
Just check out how my format is done | |
Stalkin ya shine | |
And i do it to perfection | |
Made a promise everytime i touch the mic | |
To bless em | |
Used to tease me how i keep is greezy | |
Just to test em | |
Eve handcuff niggas but i don't arrest em | |
Shorty bang | |
Hear the niggaz sayin | |
Shout my name | |
Make the thugish niggas scream | |
Watchin me entertain | |
Dicks brick when i like the lips | |
Just keepin it plain | |
Fantasizin about this bitch | |
Got em goin insaine | |
Oooh's and ahhh's | |
5'7" thick in the thighs | |
Every thugs dream wife | |
See the love in they eyes | |
My time to shine | |
Whole package make her a dime | |
Want some more? | |
It ain't over, just keep pressin rewind, uh | |
Chorus | |
Nokio: | |
Uh, 99, like 2000 | |
Ruff ryders | |
Dru hill | |
Swizz beats | |
Eve | |
Comin for that ass | |
Uh |
Eve: | |
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh ugh | |
What y' all niggas want, huh? | |
Ugh, ugh, ugh | |
Lubia huh? papi screamin out of they mouth | |
Bomb shell just a second | |
Mami wanna speak out | |
What i need in my life | |
Make ya body freak out | |
Baby seem like the type | |
Married niggaz sneak out | |
Like i' m ballin y' all | |
Yes i be appallin ya' ll | |
Boss type hold it down | |
Wantin all of y' all | |
Callin y' all never chasin me down | |
Three weeks, heartbroken | |
Yes you hatin me now | |
She speaks soft spoken | |
Till she datin the clown | |
I' m takin em down | |
Reel em in and makin em drown | |
Mistake | |
I said gimme that, but i' m takin it now | |
What i need from a nigga | |
Negative in his sound | |
Or dasity even askin me | |
For ass, i laugh | |
This bitch is fast and free | |
Swatin em off | |
When i see this niggas a flea | |
Plotin of cost for riches | |
Millionaire wannabe, uh huh | |
Chorus: nokio | |
What y' all niggas want? what we want, wha? | |
Can' t touch uh | |
All y' all niggaz need what we need in our life? | |
Is right here with me uh | |
Sounds y' all wanna hear who da, who dat? | |
Swizz beats uh | |
I' m the one you fear why? | |
It' s my time, feel me | |
Popular since i started my life | |
Eve you know my name | |
Probably the dangerous type | |
Brick house stallion | |
Think you taming me right? | |
Not this baby val philly streets | |
They raisin her right | |
Keep it pretty or can make it gritty be a lady! | |
Need boots pocket books and a baby 380! | |
But prefer to keep it | |
Calm and cool | |
When i' m heated i suggest you move | |
Just avoid a bad situation | |
What you got to prove? | |
Leave her be | |
Chicken squakin hatin frequently | |
Manic man is obsessed | |
And stalkin me | |
If he | |
Icy enough, i' m pricin his stuff | |
Be nicy enough | |
To let him spin, i' m callin ya bluff | |
Puttin it down | |
Ruff ryders puttin they work | |
Snatched up the illest viscous pittbull in a skirt | |
Makin em hurt | |
Haters steady dishin up dirt | |
Changin the game, settin the rules | |
Makin it work, uh | |
Chorus | |
Leavin em scared | |
Mami takin all of this here | |
All of this fame i' m hungry | |
Hope you cats is prepared | |
Niggas, set me up | |
And imma take it and run | |
Think its a game | |
Just check out how my format is done | |
Stalkin ya shine | |
And i do it to perfection | |
Made a promise everytime i touch the mic | |
To bless em | |
Used to tease me how i keep is greezy | |
Just to test em | |
Eve handcuff niggas but i don' t arrest em | |
Shorty bang | |
Hear the niggaz sayin | |
Shout my name | |
Make the thugish niggas scream | |
Watchin me entertain | |
Dicks brick when i like the lips | |
Just keepin it plain | |
Fantasizin about this bitch | |
Got em goin insaine | |
Oooh' s and ahhh' s | |
5' 7" thick in the thighs | |
Every thugs dream wife | |
See the love in they eyes | |
My time to shine | |
Whole package make her a dime | |
Want some more? | |
It ain' t over, just keep pressin rewind, uh | |
Chorus | |
Nokio: | |
Uh, 99, like 2000 | |
Ruff ryders | |
Dru hill | |
Swizz beats | |
Eve | |
Comin for that ass | |
Uh |
Eve: | |
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh ugh | |
What y' all niggas want, huh? | |
Ugh, ugh, ugh | |
Lubia huh? papi screamin out of they mouth | |
Bomb shell just a second | |
Mami wanna speak out | |
What i need in my life | |
Make ya body freak out | |
Baby seem like the type | |
Married niggaz sneak out | |
Like i' m ballin y' all | |
Yes i be appallin ya' ll | |
Boss type hold it down | |
Wantin all of y' all | |
Callin y' all never chasin me down | |
Three weeks, heartbroken | |
Yes you hatin me now | |
She speaks soft spoken | |
Till she datin the clown | |
I' m takin em down | |
Reel em in and makin em drown | |
Mistake | |
I said gimme that, but i' m takin it now | |
What i need from a nigga | |
Negative in his sound | |
Or dasity even askin me | |
For ass, i laugh | |
This bitch is fast and free | |
Swatin em off | |
When i see this niggas a flea | |
Plotin of cost for riches | |
Millionaire wannabe, uh huh | |
Chorus: nokio | |
What y' all niggas want? what we want, wha? | |
Can' t touch uh | |
All y' all niggaz need what we need in our life? | |
Is right here with me uh | |
Sounds y' all wanna hear who da, who dat? | |
Swizz beats uh | |
I' m the one you fear why? | |
It' s my time, feel me | |
Popular since i started my life | |
Eve you know my name | |
Probably the dangerous type | |
Brick house stallion | |
Think you taming me right? | |
Not this baby val philly streets | |
They raisin her right | |
Keep it pretty or can make it gritty be a lady! | |
Need boots pocket books and a baby 380! | |
But prefer to keep it | |
Calm and cool | |
When i' m heated i suggest you move | |
Just avoid a bad situation | |
What you got to prove? | |
Leave her be | |
Chicken squakin hatin frequently | |
Manic man is obsessed | |
And stalkin me | |
If he | |
Icy enough, i' m pricin his stuff | |
Be nicy enough | |
To let him spin, i' m callin ya bluff | |
Puttin it down | |
Ruff ryders puttin they work | |
Snatched up the illest viscous pittbull in a skirt | |
Makin em hurt | |
Haters steady dishin up dirt | |
Changin the game, settin the rules | |
Makin it work, uh | |
Chorus | |
Leavin em scared | |
Mami takin all of this here | |
All of this fame i' m hungry | |
Hope you cats is prepared | |
Niggas, set me up | |
And imma take it and run | |
Think its a game | |
Just check out how my format is done | |
Stalkin ya shine | |
And i do it to perfection | |
Made a promise everytime i touch the mic | |
To bless em | |
Used to tease me how i keep is greezy | |
Just to test em | |
Eve handcuff niggas but i don' t arrest em | |
Shorty bang | |
Hear the niggaz sayin | |
Shout my name | |
Make the thugish niggas scream | |
Watchin me entertain | |
Dicks brick when i like the lips | |
Just keepin it plain | |
Fantasizin about this bitch | |
Got em goin insaine | |
Oooh' s and ahhh' s | |
5' 7" thick in the thighs | |
Every thugs dream wife | |
See the love in they eyes | |
My time to shine | |
Whole package make her a dime | |
Want some more? | |
It ain' t over, just keep pressin rewind, uh | |
Chorus | |
Nokio: | |
Uh, 99, like 2000 | |
Ruff ryders | |
Dru hill | |
Swizz beats | |
Eve | |
Comin for that ass | |
Uh |