Let Me Ride Trick Daddy

Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die I used to be a polo kid who would of thought

In Da Wind (Ride Out Mix) Trick Daddy

[Trick Daddy] I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin spam

Sns / Roland (Skit) Trick Daddy

We ride, we ride We ride, we ride We ride, we ride [Hook] S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S We sendin' this to all you (All you) So you can do (Do it, do it) what you want to (Bop, bop

I'll Be Your Player (Remix) Trick Daddy

Bein that I'm real I feel you need a man in your life child Somebody black baldheaded plus buckwild They call me Trick Daddy dollars A real woman scholar If a player's what you want lil mama holla Don't

Rags To Riches Trick Daddy

It`ll be thug life and yall still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life again, so ride wit me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug

All I Need Trick Daddy

out of town and keepin' dope in the house Ain't give my life to that 'cause it's over and out That's how it is when you exposed in the south See [Hook x2] All I need is big guns on the side of me

Pimp Trick Daddy

Money Buddy Roe Freaky deaky Trick Daddy and Yours truly Buddy Rizoe J.T. Money Yeah and that nigga J.T.

So High (Feat. Trey Songz And 8Ball) Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy Dollars 8 Ball Trey Songz We High Good evening ladies and gentlemen This is your captain speaking to ya I would like to welcome ya’ll aboard my flight A flight that is promised

Bet That (Feat. Chamillionaire And Goldrush) (Amended Ver.) Trick Daddy

[Chorus: Trick Daddy] Sittin high, still ridin dem big whips Still fly, still grindin, getting big checks Still thuggin, still leanin to the baaack, you can bet that You can bet that I ride I shine

Down wit da South (feat. Trina, Ying Yang Twinz & Deuce Komradz) Trick Daddy

Daddy:] yo I'm from the state where the sun shine where the women are pretty and they so fine where the dudes are rude but they so cool listen, good weather is better for a good fella and every ride will

For The Thugs Trick Daddy

shirt and shedded tears for the game (a thug in memory boy) cuz it's hard to hide the pain they teach us some better thangs the shoes his mama a back cuz she could use the change thats how you ride

J.O.D.D. (feat. Khia & Tampa Tony) Trick Daddy

[Trick Daddy] We gettin dollas (dollas,dollas,dollas,dollas) Yours Truly,I know ya'll been waitin' for it And it's about time,ain't it?

Shut Up Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy: We gon' let the band deal wit' this Ha ha, uh MIA Style, ha Old School Uh huh Okay, Shut Up Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x) Ah ha, Okay What's Up, Shut Up Trick Daddy: Ridin' 'round

Represent Trick Daddy

Don’t be scared, represent it Yo county, yo city Who you know put Chevy’s like this Candy paint and the trunk full of funk like this Dade County gone ride ...

Let's Go (edited album version) Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon [Hook:] Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know), I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)

Let's Go (feat. Twista & Lil' Jon) Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon [Hook:] Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know), I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)

Let's Go (feat. Big D & Twista) (Clean Ver.) Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon [Hook:] Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know), I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)

Gotta Let You Have It Trick Daddy

"[Buddy Roe] Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic [Trick Daddy] I just might have to toss this nine Across your mind Across

Get On Up Trick Daddy

Before I get to burnin' ya, Slip-n-Slide turnin' ya Queen can't be touched like hot potatoes Every nigga I know keep a glock for hataz Let me know wha he doin' wit tha rocks Nigga, let me

Hold On Trick Trick

Copin Wit My Problems And Hennessy Got Me Hopin I Could Solve Em My Baby Mama Ull Of Drama Tryin To Scar Me But Unlike My Old Sorry Ass Father I Tried Harder My Baby Raised To Hate Her Daddy Her Mammy

Nann Trick Daddy

Hell no I don't want to holla at no motherfuckin Trick He all over there smelling like boonk and Hennesey and shit Hell no I'm saying though What you got a playa back there just trying to say what's up

In Da Wind Trick Daddy

Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen′ It′s quite alright, with the ′drow in the wind, with the ′drow in the wind

Change My Life Trick Daddy

hook Gotta change my life Lord knows I aint livin right Yall know i aint chillin right Smokin out everyday and night Gotta ease my mind Gotta find time to rewind Cause I'm fallin way behind Me

These Are the Daze Trick Daddy

Heh, y'all remember back in the days When niggaz used to get they ass whooped for snakin cars And had to go strip your own switch off the tree These are the days [Chorus: Trick Daddy + (singer)] (These

Haters (Feat. Trick Daddy) Field Mob

try me and my glock'll be..cockin! poppin! (Kalage) Why you wannaaaaaaaaaa playa hate on meeeeeee??

Shut Yo Face (Uncle Fucka) Trick Daddy

Shut yo fucking face (Verse 1 Trick Daddy) Everybody wanna be the big boy Sling king with the biggest names in the game In the wood grains big grins big chains big things on the big mane Motherfuckers

Boy Trick Daddy

"[Trick] I tellin ya boy I got them boys Dog I be tryin to tell em Verse 1: Trick Daddy, The Lost Tribe You can't catch me boy Don't upset me boy Touch me my dog a wet 'cha boy Never disrespect me boy

In Da Wind (Semi Clean - Mike's Radio) Trick Daddy

[Trick Daddy] I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin

Ride The Pony Cheap Trick

Come to me, I'm your boogie man Come to me, let me take your hand Smile, you waited for some floor Come to me, understand Baby, don't you want some more I've got what you need, what you're dyin' for

Thug Life Again Trick Daddy

"Verse 1: Money Mark It's hard for a nigga just to breathe in the streets Let alone trying to make cheese in the streets Nigga's bleeding in the streets So I don't go, unless I'm chillin' on the low with

Run Nigga Trick Daddy

{I thought all our problems were over} Westcoast we're not suppose to know better I suppose we just suppose to let this shit happen huh?

I Luv Trick Daddy

Benz Got my dick in her ass, front of one of her friends Face down, ass up, bitch be still while I bust this nut I rock hard while I'm in these guts Wipe my dick and then that's enough She wanna kiss me

Thug For Life Trick Daddy

"[Chorus] I'll be yo' thug for life, my love will drive you crazy You know nobody ain't gone (fuck) you like you need baby Let's slip and slide together and go get this cheese baby Hold me close and always

U Neva Know Trick Daddy

[Trick Daddy] This one goin out to uhh, that nigga Bub (the game done changed) Young Black Boy, Rick Growley, that nigga Wayne Parker (ha ha) You know, all the niggaz I know that was told on Yesterday's

4 Eva (feat. Jazze Pha) Trick Daddy

baby, c'mon) [TD and JP ad lib] [Verse One: Trick Daddy] Now I ain't ever been a man with manners But I, think I can handle, bein a lil' romantic Now we can Crist' it up or Moet it I can kick gangsta

Gangsta Trick Daddy

And the winner is, Trick Diesel Facemob My nigga Baby, ha ha Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker

Melting Pot（feat. Trick Daddy） Pitbull

dope dealer I'm just statin the facts Motherfucker [Chorus] I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers and Cuban dope dealers And these here my niggaz I ride for 'em And god dammit I'd die

Thugs About (feat. Dirt Bag) Trick Daddy

[Intro: Cool & Dre] Good god, a ha ha Yo Trick I think we done did it again man ( [echo:] of course, of course) Miami's finest, T Double D (haha haha) Y'all know who we be [Chorus: Cool & Dre] I wanna

Rain It Pours Trick Daddy

when it rains it pours Y`all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones This one here is dedicated for them hatas, I wrote it for my niggas Who ain`t here they couldn`t make it, let

Kill A Head Trick Daddy

I feel like can't no nigga fade me. I feel like I'm the hardest nigga to walk the earth and shit you know what I'm saying? Blaaah!

Whats Happenin! (Feat. Trick Daddy) Ying Yang Twins

[Verse One - Trick Daddy] Half step pussy ass nigga Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one wit' me? I got my big gun wit' me don't feel like doofin' I feel like shootin' FOOL!

Bout My Money Trick Daddy

"[Trick Daddy] Let's see, what to do today? Fuck that I'm goin' to get my money This one in a..

Play No Games Trick Daddy

already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da Baby girl it`s better to keep it thugged out Ain`t nothing like it when you, scratching and biting only gets me

The Children's Song Trick Daddy

[Chorus: kids singing] Children hold on, to your dreams Believe in love, let love be the light to show the wayyyyy And love will shine on you one day [Trick - speaking over kids] Hold on, to your dreams

Hoe But Can't Help It Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it 'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic Old material bitch Gold-digging for them tender dicks A real nigga never give you shit Biotch Born and

Thug Holiday Trick Daddy

blind in our own minds we wouldn`t even know God if `we was in front him` And, I read your books know all your remixes to the Bible What about a verse for the thugs, a cure for drugs and survival Let

Walkin' Like A Hoe Trick Daddy

you pussy eat while ya' masturbate that's a thing of the past Doing bad, and you looking bad, so bitch don't even ask Hoe shut up Trina: Nigga who the fuck you calling a ho I ain't no motherfucking ho Trick

God's Been Good Trick Daddy

Another anthem for the thugs Dade County's finest [Intro] Look what God done gave me Look what God done done And even though I'm thuggin' God been good to me [Verse 1] On everything I love, I'm a thug

She's Fiendin' (Skit) Trick Daddy

She:(cryin) Friends:Girl whats wrong calm down Friend:Tell Me Whats Wrong, Slow Down Slow Down Slow Down Calm Down Slow Down Slow Down She: Girl he didnt call me he wont call me Friend:Who Wont call you

Skit Trick Daddy

[Old lady (girl)] Hello (Hello um.. is Tony home) No Tony ain't here baby he not here (Oh, he ain't their well can u give him a message) Yeah what u want me to tell him sugar (I want u to tell Tony) Uh