Havin' Thangs '06 Lyrics
| Song | Havin' Thangs '06 |
| Artist | Pimp C |
| Album | Pimpalation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Barnett, Butler | |
| Huh... had to bring it back for the mutha****** 2006 | |
| It's goin down ******! (fly hoes and chains and swangin thangs) | |
| Y'all remember that ******t? (remember that ******t?) | |
| Talkin 'bout? (Just another young playa havin thangs man...) | |
| Check this ******t out... uh! [Pimp C:] | |
| It's really goin down in the | |
| God damn South | |
| Young girls poppin ****** with them golds in their mouth | |
| Young boys comin up, layin it down in the cut | |
| Never fallin in a rut 'cause life was made for us to strut (strut!) | |
| Never take for granted, take the bull by the horns (horns!) | |
| Sippin on somethin sweet, blowing green popcorn (corn!) | |
| I'm trill, | |
| I'm country 'til the end my ****** | |
| The underdog, young hog, ****** the pen my ******! | |
| But this a waste of bodies (bodies!), a waste of time (time!) | |
| A waste of spirits you amateur, and a waste of mind (mind!) | |
| You ain't really tough 'cause you been dying little fool | |
| Everybody tryna get back to they families on the cool | |
| I rather grip off grain (grain!), get head in the lane (lane!) | |
| You can have them hoes' bodies, | |
| I'm possessing they brains (possessing they brains!) | |
| Comin up on 'em in a wide body frame | |
| Hoe can't even pronounce the name, | |
| I'm out here havin thangs! [Chorus x2] | |
| Fly hoes and chains and swangin thangs (swangin thangs) | |
| Just another young playa having thangs man... (out here havin thangs) [Big Mike:] (Yeah! Big Mike y'all! Yeah!) | |
| From CD sales to jail cells | |
| From diamonds that ******ne to eatin slop straight up off a chow line | |
| From walkin that fine line uhh, to 12 jurors decidin mine | |
| From bein free, to bein confined | |
| From bein loved, to bein despised, many times | |
| I cried For not allowin that bull******t to slide | |
| It was a pill that | |
| I couldn't swallow – loaded the strap with the hollows | |
| After takin to the head a whole bottle | |
| I did that, not thinkin twice about the consequences ' | |
| Til I served damn near 4 years behind the fences | |
| All my folk were like, "Big Mike, you trippin" "Get it together," if | |
| I could I woulda done somethin different | |
| Uh! From G-walkin to slippin, yeah, to flippin them caliper pagers | |
| Day after day, sweatin 'em out in them cages | |
| Patiently waiting on the day when | |
| I can.. get back at it | |
| Work that magic, collect that cabbage, | |
| I gotsta have it [Chorus x2] |
| zuo qu : Barnett, Butler | |
| Huh... had to bring it back for the mutha 2006 | |
| It' s goin down ! fly hoes and chains and swangin thangs | |
| Y' all remember that t? remember that t? | |
| Talkin ' bout? Just another young playa havin thangs man... | |
| Check this t out... uh! Pimp C: | |
| It' s really goin down in the | |
| God damn South | |
| Young girls poppin with them golds in their mouth | |
| Young boys comin up, layin it down in the cut | |
| Never fallin in a rut ' cause life was made for us to strut strut! | |
| Never take for granted, take the bull by the horns horns! | |
| Sippin on somethin sweet, blowing green popcorn corn! | |
| I' m trill, | |
| I' m country ' til the end my | |
| The underdog, young hog, the pen my ! | |
| But this a waste of bodies bodies!, a waste of time time! | |
| A waste of spirits you amateur, and a waste of mind mind! | |
| You ain' t really tough ' cause you been dying little fool | |
| Everybody tryna get back to they families on the cool | |
| I rather grip off grain grain!, get head in the lane lane! | |
| You can have them hoes' bodies, | |
| I' m possessing they brains possessing they brains! | |
| Comin up on ' em in a wide body frame | |
| Hoe can' t even pronounce the name, | |
| I' m out here havin thangs! Chorus x2 | |
| Fly hoes and chains and swangin thangs swangin thangs | |
| Just another young playa having thangs man... out here havin thangs Big Mike: Yeah! Big Mike y' all! Yeah! | |
| From CD sales to jail cells | |
| From diamonds that ne to eatin slop straight up off a chow line | |
| From walkin that fine line uhh, to 12 jurors decidin mine | |
| From bein free, to bein confined | |
| From bein loved, to bein despised, many times | |
| I cried For not allowin that bull t to slide | |
| It was a pill that | |
| I couldn' t swallow " loaded the strap with the hollows | |
| After takin to the head a whole bottle | |
| I did that, not thinkin twice about the consequences ' | |
| Til I served damn near 4 years behind the fences | |
| All my folk were like, " Big Mike, you trippin" " Get it together," if | |
| I could I woulda done somethin different | |
| Uh! From Gwalkin to slippin, yeah, to flippin them caliper pagers | |
| Day after day, sweatin ' em out in them cages | |
| Patiently waiting on the day when | |
| I can.. get back at it | |
| Work that magic, collect that cabbage, | |
| I gotsta have it Chorus x2 |
| zuò qǔ : Barnett, Butler | |
| Huh... had to bring it back for the mutha 2006 | |
| It' s goin down ! fly hoes and chains and swangin thangs | |
| Y' all remember that t? remember that t? | |
| Talkin ' bout? Just another young playa havin thangs man... | |
| Check this t out... uh! Pimp C: | |
| It' s really goin down in the | |
| God damn South | |
| Young girls poppin with them golds in their mouth | |
| Young boys comin up, layin it down in the cut | |
| Never fallin in a rut ' cause life was made for us to strut strut! | |
| Never take for granted, take the bull by the horns horns! | |
| Sippin on somethin sweet, blowing green popcorn corn! | |
| I' m trill, | |
| I' m country ' til the end my | |
| The underdog, young hog, the pen my ! | |
| But this a waste of bodies bodies!, a waste of time time! | |
| A waste of spirits you amateur, and a waste of mind mind! | |
| You ain' t really tough ' cause you been dying little fool | |
| Everybody tryna get back to they families on the cool | |
| I rather grip off grain grain!, get head in the lane lane! | |
| You can have them hoes' bodies, | |
| I' m possessing they brains possessing they brains! | |
| Comin up on ' em in a wide body frame | |
| Hoe can' t even pronounce the name, | |
| I' m out here havin thangs! Chorus x2 | |
| Fly hoes and chains and swangin thangs swangin thangs | |
| Just another young playa having thangs man... out here havin thangs Big Mike: Yeah! Big Mike y' all! Yeah! | |
| From CD sales to jail cells | |
| From diamonds that ne to eatin slop straight up off a chow line | |
| From walkin that fine line uhh, to 12 jurors decidin mine | |
| From bein free, to bein confined | |
| From bein loved, to bein despised, many times | |
| I cried For not allowin that bull t to slide | |
| It was a pill that | |
| I couldn' t swallow " loaded the strap with the hollows | |
| After takin to the head a whole bottle | |
| I did that, not thinkin twice about the consequences ' | |
| Til I served damn near 4 years behind the fences | |
| All my folk were like, " Big Mike, you trippin" " Get it together," if | |
| I could I woulda done somethin different | |
| Uh! From Gwalkin to slippin, yeah, to flippin them caliper pagers | |
| Day after day, sweatin ' em out in them cages | |
| Patiently waiting on the day when | |
| I can.. get back at it | |
| Work that magic, collect that cabbage, | |
| I gotsta have it Chorus x2 |
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