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Paroles : Imagine That
[Intro: Haiti Babii, DJ Nayta & Both]
I am DJ Nayta
The wave god, yeah
Hot boy stankin' up the track, double D's in the back
While I'm pouring up some Yak, just imagine that
(Load it up, Noc)
Oh, you got Noc on this?
Yeah, yeah
Shouts out to Big Haiti
When it's on, it's on, motherfucker
Get 'em
Hot boy stankin' up the track, double D's in the back
While I'm pouring up some Yak, just imagine that (Just imagine that)
And tell Benny I need mo' bottles (Need more, I'm out)
We at the Red Martini (Ayy, yeah) listing to Jeezy like it's snow falling (Yeah)
We got all motherfuckin' night
Shout out Red Martini, yeah
Hot boy stankin' up the track, double D's in the back
While I'm pouring up some Yak (Ayy, yеah), just imagine that (Yeah, just imagine that)
Yеah
We make the waves, we don't ride 'em (Huh)
When it's on, it's on, motherfucker
Big Haiti, let 'em know somethin'
[Chorus & DJ Nayta]
Hot boy stankin' up the track, double D's in the back
While I'm pouring up some Yak, just imagine that (Just imagine that, yeah)
And tell Benny I need mo' bottles (Need more, I'm out)
We at the Red Martini listing to Jeezy like it's snow falling (Ow, what?)
[Verse 1]
When I step in this bitch, it's showtime (It's showtime)
You want this money in my pocket? Better buss it like it's yo' time (Better buss it like it's yo' time)
I wouldn't call you if ya paid me, bitch
That's a waste of time, if it was '94, I wouldn't page ya, bitch (Haha)
Wouldn't give a dime to a stranger, bitch (Uh-uh)
Wouldn't give a damn if ya boyfriend slapped ya after I hit it, bitch (Come here)
Niggas get money and start acting funny (Huh?)
You wasn't real before the deal, you was a bitch and you a bitch still (Bitch)
Thinking ya tough, nigga, sit still (Sit still)
Watch yo' motherfuckin' mouth, that's how motherfuckers get killed (Get killed)
I'm still slidin' in these streets (Still)
Still ridin' 'round with somethin' that'll knock down Goliath, nigga (Grrt, grrt)
I tell the truth but not the whole truth
I tell a lie because I love you, you know what I be trynna do (Ha, ha)
Murder niggas split wigs and cook crack (Shit)
I don't know how to trap, but I know how to rap, nigga (I know how to rap, nigga)
[Bridge]
Mo' money, mo' problems
Mo' bitches, mo' bottles (Ha, ha)
Mo' niggas (Ha, ha)
No killers unless I know 'em
[Verse 2]
Bring the 'Cat, bring the D's in 'Lac (Ah, yeah)
Sit the seat while I sip on some Yak (Ah)
Kick back or get ran over (Get ran over)
Gotta tell ya advance, it's my time, nigga, the game over (Nigga, the game over)
Yeah, I said it 'cause it's mine, homie (It's mine, homie)
Fuck around and lose ya life for playing, nigga, ya time's over (Ya time's over)
Niggas out here don't got no meanings to they raps (Uh-uh)
It's time for the West Coast to take the game back (Come on)
Niggas out here can't even rap without no auto tune (Uh-uh)
Niggas is weak as fuck time to bring the real back (Bring the real back)
[Bridge]
Bring out all the motherfuckin' bottles, man
Yeah, huh, I want a shot of everything
Ha, you understand me?
Ayy, you see me, P?
Ah (Ah)
[Outro: Haiti Babii & DJ Nayta]
Mo' money, mo' problems
Mo' bitches, mo' bottles (Ha, ha)
Mo' niggas (Ha, ha)
No killers unless I know 'em
Mo' money, mo' problems
Mo' bitches, mo' bottles (Woo-woo, woo)
Mo' niggas
No killers unless I know 'em (Ha)
Yeah, it's time to bring the West back
I am DJ Nayta
The wave god, yeah
Shout out to Big Haiti
Shout out to BDE
Shout out to CGE
Shout out to Def Jam
We is the streets
I am DJ Nayta
The wave god, yeah
Hot boy stankin' up the track, double D's in the back
While I'm pouring up some Yak, just imagine that
(Load it up, Noc)
Oh, you got Noc on this?
Yeah, yeah
Shouts out to Big Haiti
When it's on, it's on, motherfucker
Get 'em
Hot boy stankin' up the track, double D's in the back
While I'm pouring up some Yak, just imagine that (Just imagine that)
And tell Benny I need mo' bottles (Need more, I'm out)
We at the Red Martini (Ayy, yeah) listing to Jeezy like it's snow falling (Yeah)
We got all motherfuckin' night
Shout out Red Martini, yeah
Hot boy stankin' up the track, double D's in the back
While I'm pouring up some Yak (Ayy, yеah), just imagine that (Yeah, just imagine that)
Yеah
We make the waves, we don't ride 'em (Huh)
When it's on, it's on, motherfucker
Big Haiti, let 'em know somethin'
[Chorus & DJ Nayta]
Hot boy stankin' up the track, double D's in the back
While I'm pouring up some Yak, just imagine that (Just imagine that, yeah)
And tell Benny I need mo' bottles (Need more, I'm out)
We at the Red Martini listing to Jeezy like it's snow falling (Ow, what?)
[Verse 1]
When I step in this bitch, it's showtime (It's showtime)
You want this money in my pocket? Better buss it like it's yo' time (Better buss it like it's yo' time)
I wouldn't call you if ya paid me, bitch
That's a waste of time, if it was '94, I wouldn't page ya, bitch (Haha)
Wouldn't give a dime to a stranger, bitch (Uh-uh)
Wouldn't give a damn if ya boyfriend slapped ya after I hit it, bitch (Come here)
Niggas get money and start acting funny (Huh?)
You wasn't real before the deal, you was a bitch and you a bitch still (Bitch)
Thinking ya tough, nigga, sit still (Sit still)
Watch yo' motherfuckin' mouth, that's how motherfuckers get killed (Get killed)
I'm still slidin' in these streets (Still)
Still ridin' 'round with somethin' that'll knock down Goliath, nigga (Grrt, grrt)
I tell the truth but not the whole truth
I tell a lie because I love you, you know what I be trynna do (Ha, ha)
Murder niggas split wigs and cook crack (Shit)
I don't know how to trap, but I know how to rap, nigga (I know how to rap, nigga)
[Bridge]
Mo' money, mo' problems
Mo' bitches, mo' bottles (Ha, ha)
Mo' niggas (Ha, ha)
No killers unless I know 'em
[Verse 2]
Bring the 'Cat, bring the D's in 'Lac (Ah, yeah)
Sit the seat while I sip on some Yak (Ah)
Kick back or get ran over (Get ran over)
Gotta tell ya advance, it's my time, nigga, the game over (Nigga, the game over)
Yeah, I said it 'cause it's mine, homie (It's mine, homie)
Fuck around and lose ya life for playing, nigga, ya time's over (Ya time's over)
Niggas out here don't got no meanings to they raps (Uh-uh)
It's time for the West Coast to take the game back (Come on)
Niggas out here can't even rap without no auto tune (Uh-uh)
Niggas is weak as fuck time to bring the real back (Bring the real back)
[Bridge]
Bring out all the motherfuckin' bottles, man
Yeah, huh, I want a shot of everything
Ha, you understand me?
Ayy, you see me, P?
Ah (Ah)
[Outro: Haiti Babii & DJ Nayta]
Mo' money, mo' problems
Mo' bitches, mo' bottles (Ha, ha)
Mo' niggas (Ha, ha)
No killers unless I know 'em
Mo' money, mo' problems
Mo' bitches, mo' bottles (Woo-woo, woo)
Mo' niggas
No killers unless I know 'em (Ha)
Yeah, it's time to bring the West back
I am DJ Nayta
The wave god, yeah
Shout out to Big Haiti
Shout out to BDE
Shout out to CGE
Shout out to Def Jam
We is the streets
