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Eightball & MJG

8Ball & MJG is an American hip hop duo from Memphis, Tennessee. They met at Ridgeway Middle School in 1984. In 1993, the duo released their debut album Comin' Out Hard. They went on to release On the Outside Looking In (1994), On Top of the World (1995), In Our Lifetime (1999), Space Age 4 Eva (2000), Living Legends (2004), Ridin High (2007) and Ten Toes Down (2010). more »

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2007

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Laid back, in the lac
Grippin' the grain
As I'm cruisin' the streets
(Cruisin' the streets girl)
It's 112 on the dot
Your on the phone talkin' dirty to me
(She talkin' dirty to me)
I wanna know, where you really wanna go
Cause I'm sittin' in front of your condo
All dem niggas playin around
Believe me I'm the one though
So baby take your clothes off
And bring your body next to me
(Yeh)
Oh baby

How long would it take a nigga like mjg
To get the girl back to the hotel
I'ma stop and get some rubbers and some cigarellos
You can meet me I'ma be in room 112
You done did enough talkin' on da telephone
Right now, I'm really tryna put my hands on it
So if you in it, got away
You can come through I know you didn't really plan on it
Your boy gotta come and pick you up
Show you off, ride to da hot spot
When don't, tryna act, special when you
Ridin' I'm my drop-top
Listen, what I, need you to do is
Hold this bag while I break dis blunt down
We gonna half to park in a minute
Cause da cops get hot right around bout sun down
I'm not gonna have your wear dem jeans
Tight fit lookin' motha fuckin' right with da low-ridas
Mjg fin sprinkle in some super incrediable
Bitch I'm so fly
I got my hand on the wood grain
I'm in da caddilac feelin' like a grade a pimp man
You niggas tryin' hard as hell
You never do it like I did it
Its a mother fuckin' pimp thing

Laid back, in the lac
Grippin the grain
As I'm cruisin the streets
(stop layin' back cruisin' the streets)
It's 112 on the dot
Your on the phone talkin' dirty to me
(your talkin' dirty to me)
I wanna know, where you really wanna go
Cause I'm sittin' in front of your condo
All dem niggas playin' around
Believe I'm the one though
So baby take your clothes off
And bring your body next to me
(shawty bring it next to me)

Can I get your to, come here girl
Let me say something sweet in ya ear girl
I see you movin' your butt to da beat girl
Wanna dip and come see my world
Big ball the one with da
Extra keys to the condo up-town
Nigga come through when he really want to
That's how me and lil' ma get down
Sometime we hit da town
Wit da radio up and da window down
Get a sweet at the w, get a bag of bush
And just smoke it out
And I don't expect every mothafucka in here
To know what I'm talkin' bout
These niggas ain't got no game,
A lot these niggas just talkin' loud
And I know I'm not the best lookin' nigga
But I'm only so far from the worst lookin' nigga
When it come to the dirty, me and my nigga
We's one of the first in the picture
Three strikes I'm a fee from a nigga
J, mj put your peace sign in the air
Wanna go to a place where they don't hate
Listen to your boy, let me take you there

Laid back, in the lac
Grippin' the grain
As I'm cruisin' the streets
(cruisin' the streets)
It's 112 on the dot
Your on the phone talkin' dirty to me
(shawty talkin' dirty to me)
I wanna know, where you really wanna go
Cause I'm sittin in front of your condo
All dem niggas playin' around
Believe I'm the one though
So baby take your clothes off
And bring your body next to me
(hey, hey, hey)

I like it when you call my name
I like it when we play dat game
What game is dat girl
That freaky deeky game
It ain't no shame when I bang
Go 'head and grab dat thang
That grown man thang
Stop gigglin' and playn mayne
You know what I'm sayin mayne
See you's a freaky dame
Can I call a couple my friends
So we can run a train
I'm sayin I think I can
Now bang it up out the frame
But baby boy damn
Wit my hands on my side man

I'm a d-boy from da hood (yeah)
Smoking on a big bag of cause (yeah)
Workin' all day in a trap house (yeah)
See da police then we push (yeah)
And when a playa ride through da streets, (yeah)
I'm always lookin' for a freak (yeah)
They call me the juice man gigalo (yeah)
Take it out skeet skeet skeet (yeah)

I hit her up on black berries
She see that he left her daddy
She know that its time
To shake her man and meet me at da hotely
See he an old head
Throw some more bread
Keep her fed
But I'm the one she call
When she need that ass tapped

Laid back, in the lac
Grippin' the grain
As I'm cruisin' the streets
(cruisin the streets)
It's 112 on the dot
Your on the phone talkin' dirty to me
(shawty talkin dirty to me)
I wanna know, where you really wanna go
Cause I'm sittin in front of your condo
All dem niggas playin' around
Believe I'm the one though
So baby take your clothes off
And bring your body next to me
(shawty bring it next to me)

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