Fabolous Lyrics (Mixtapes, Freestyles)

LanZe schrieb:
weisst du noch von wann das mixtape is, 2004, 05?? muss ich wissen, muss ich haben dne track:D

jep PoPo ist ein hammertrack, real talk war aber ansonsten nich so mein ding. der geilste is aber Why Wouldn't I von FAb und Cain, wo sie abwexelnd rappen, aufm street dreams-album! brutal!

es wurde vorverschoben? selten gehört!
http://www.tapekingz.com/cds/clue_hatemenow.htm


:)
 
ohhhshit auf der fab myspace page kann man jetzt den neuen track mit kanye hören like this hört sich schonmal killa an ....:)
 
LanZe schrieb:
weisst du noch von wann das mixtape is, 2004, 05?? muss ich wissen, muss ich haben dne track:D

jep PoPo ist ein hammertrack, real talk war aber ansonsten nich so mein ding. der geilste is aber Why Wouldn't I von FAb und Cain, wo sie abwexelnd rappen, aufm street dreams-album! brutal!

es wurde vorverschoben? selten gehört!


Ich fand Real Talk solide...höre es immer in einem Move durch.
Round & Round
Tit 4 Tat usw sind banger gewesen.
Und Breathe erst :eek:

Den Text von dem "Hate me now" ding tipp ich nachher mal schnell ab
 
MrAeko schrieb:
Ich fand Real Talk solide...höre es immer in einem Move durch.
Round & Round
Tit 4 Tat usw sind banger gewesen.
Und Breathe erst :eek:

Den Text von dem "Hate me now" ding tipp ich nachher mal schnell ab

real talk ist eins meiner absoluten Lieblingsalben. Tit 4 tat fand ich eigentlich noch als den den schwächeren track....


Das wäre genial, leider kann ich dir keinen respect mehr geben, aber sei dir meiner anerkennung sicher:)
 
Hate Me Now Freestyle – Fabolous&Paul Cain

Fabolous:
Yeah
I’m a mother****in ghetto superstar toller Typ
Uh huh, ha ha
Got my toller Typ Paul Cain with me, I’m what Street Dreams are made of toller Typ
Yeah, Hate me Now, do it now toller Typ!

Uh-huh
Uh
Uh
Yeah
Blue Flames toller Typ
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O
**** us up toller Typ
This niggas can’t even breathe now caine
Ha ha

Raps:

It won’t stop till my account is in the billions
And I buy a home on the coast of Miami and the amounts are in the millions
Fishtanks and flatscreens, mounted in the ceilings
Sippin champagne I have trouble pronouncing when I’m chillin
If I found that you was squealin
You gon die even if witness protection put you in the mountains Venezuelan
Cuz I hire bounty’s that be killin
Now play hide and go seek can find you after counting to a million
Bout a million records later it’s still some speculators
But these labels are givin the kid mills in checks like waiters
When I come through, you never see my heels be decked in gators (?)
Wearin Jordan’s that dropped when you was still a second grader
Dick spiller take the haters,
I got a quick jab and when I squeeze these slugs ‘ll hit you million seconds later
I chill and check the waiter
Dudes play gangsta for a minute but run of the cops pullin (?) seconds later
You still a Lexus trader,
my credit so good I drop off in the SC and tell the dealer “cheque you later”
All I need is one night, I don’t deal with second daters
Cuz the white and gold stones on the grill and that persuade her toller Typ

Paul Cain:
Yo Fab, we done pulled the Range out, the Benz out, the Caddy Truck out, they aint seen the Quarter 8 yet, these niggas still hatin!

Raps:

Ever since I got signed, It seem that y’all been hatin on the god
We never held a conversation but you claimin I’m a fraud
That started bringin weight in while I starved
Gained some cash and a ego, now you perpetratin like you’re hard
If you thinking me pop, I ma wait in front of Quad
With my Kings and Bullets, through your face like I’m Bernard
Y’all like beef but hate when I’m involved
Cuz I don’t give a chance to dodge bullets from the 8 when it revolve
Niggas love when you broke, but they hate when you get large
Wait for you to slip and try to find a way to get you robbed
Run in your crib and ducktape you and your broad
And don’t leave prints so Jake’s never get the case resolved
So I play against the odds
When the saw send two niggas with two 40’s a piece retaliating on your squad
And If you get locked my 8 will leave you scarred,
break you in the yard, with gem star blades, cut your face like a collage
While I sip Champagne, in Vegas lamatage
In the suite with 2 freaks videotaping a ménage
Ice the chain a face in the shapard (?)
Million dollar crib with a cranberry quarter that aint in the garage toller Typ

Y’all niggas, y’all niggas only seen half,this is just the beginning man!
So y’all niggas is hatin now man, y’all niggas gon be sick to your ****in stomach
Bending over throwin up when you see the shit we got comin !My album aint even dropped yet man, and y’all niggas talking crazy
Maaan, Paul Caine toller Typ, the album comin, 4th quarter, y’all mother****ers is under pressure toller Typ
Desert Storm, SLK, We killin everything movin toller Typ, YEAH

Soooo

Have fun
 
MrAeko schrieb:

Vielen vielen dank

Sippin champagne I have trouble pronouncing when I’m chillin
If I found that you was squealin
You gon die even if witness protection put you in the mountains Venezuelan
:cool:

Fab hats so drauf!

ich werd mich demnächst auf den what Ch'all want track von loso's way stürzen:)
 
Eneaver schrieb:
Sippin champagne I have trouble pronouncing when I’m chillin
If I found that you was squealin
You gon die even if witness protection put you in the mountains Venezuelan
:cool:

Fab hats so drauf!
Allerdings, die Lines sind der hammer:D

danke für den Link zum tape!

@MrAeko: Real Talk fand ich echt nicht so toll, v.a. dieses Tit 4 Tat kann ich mir einfach nicht anhören. Aber die Platte hat Breathe drauf, einer der geilssten Tracks die ich je gehört hab, bin fast ausgerastet als der rauskam :)

Ich schwör auf das Street Dreams-Album, Tracks wie Don't Give A ****, Why Wouldnt I, Sickalicious und de rKeepin It Gangsta RMX ****en ALLES.
 
Fabolous - They Like Me

Fabolous:

Ho! Ho!
Uh-huh huh huh

This is L-O-S-O- Dub-A-Y-
Any other way and them slugs may fly
They Like me (Hooo), They like me (Hoo)

Got the city on smash, 40 on click clack
Back of the six deuce seats on kickback
Just left the district, what they expected?
Yeah they don’t like it, but they respect it
On the black all day, toller Typ no vacation
Pushin squares and O’s with no playstation
Bucket of crystal nick had the rosé
Magnum or the Grey Goose Cran and OJ
18 Hundred toller Typ take some shots
Bulletproof 6 it can take some shots
Keep a pretty girl and a seat on the lightside
Least I’m rockin ice man, look at the bright side

This is L-O-S-O- Dub-A-Y-
Everybody know that your boy stay fly
She likes me (Hooo), She likes me (Hoo)

Slide through the hood just to check my dough
Rich, young, clean from neck to toe
Check the glow I mitchmass/mismatch ? the chimps
Chinchilla with the hood match the timbs
Might pink diamond, rosegold the chain
Streetfam Boss, Loso’s the name
And my hip got the long 44’s on it
And new Porsche got the 4 doors on it
Homophobic, I don’t mix with them faggots
Stick to what I do, with the chicks I’m a magnet
The lib is chrome, rims are black (now what?)
Them is gone, him is back!

This is L-O-S-O- Dub-A-Y-
Any other way and them slugs may fly
They Like Me, Hoo), They Like Me

This is L-O-S-O- Dub-A-Y-
Everybody know that your boy stay fly
She likes me (Hooo), She likes me (Hoo)
 
Der Junge ist schon 3 Alben tief im Game ! bin ziemlich gespannt auf sein DefJam Debut ...das MUSS was werden !!! Der Junge ist definitiv on Fire !!!
 
Losos Way mixtape hat mir gut gefallen aeko....
hoffe das album kann das aber noch toppen:)
 
Fabolous – Dirt Off Your Shoulders


Uh
Uh
Uh-huh Uh

If you feelin like a gangsta toller Typ go and let your burner off
You meet a gang of niggas go and let your burner off
I’m getting money baby please don’t think i’m turning soft
Push your head off your shoulders

I come in town whippin a 8th
Like you don’t see the half past 5 comin round sippin through 8th
But you don’t wanna see me comin round, grippin the 8th
Late shots ‚ll have you coming down skippin like rave
But I aint catch it at the Rucker,
My Von Dutch Dickie Suit is matchin with the chuckers and them patches on the trucker
If I snatch out on you ****ers,
somebody better get on the phone with the EMS dispatcher for you suckers
I’m cleaner than a whistle
The right side of my jeans is leaning from the pistol, meaning it’s official
I pick em like Sam Rausteen
I’m the one to show these dirtballs how to get they grams off clean
I might hear ya if you whisperin too funny
And every time you see me, a toller Typ gon be crisper than new money
Listen your through dummy, if you was gettin paid for ****ing chickens
You’d probablly have Mister Perdoos Money
But your not you probablly daydreamin by how much I got
Spendin your dough on a trick who wont let you touch her twat
I’m Heffner in the Hood, stay with a robe on
Flooded Jacob Watch, street family glove on
I got these hoes on me like grass on dirt
So don’t bring your girl around, like her ass won’t flirt
You seen how she disappeared from the last concert
I learned from Clinton so now I don’t blast on shirts
You must be thinkin that my ass won’t squirt
And walkin round like your mother****in neck in the cast don’t hurt
You bumass, will you last on dirt
And your wardrobe was full of hangin down jeans and passed on shirts
That guy jewels seem duller
Plus I’m steppin through in a pair of Air Jordans in his High School team color
You more than a fag straight, and now i’m ridin through, and got mines in the front
Get yours in the back, player

If you feelin like a gangsta toller Typ go and let your burner off
You meet a gang of niggas go and let your burner off
I’m getting money baby please don’t think i’m turning soft
I Push your head off your shoulders
I Push your head off your shoulders
I Push your head off your shoulders
I Push your head off your shoulders
I Push your head off your shoulders, toller Typ


Fabolous – Fabs Theme

Fab:

One two, who else show up like son do? Y’all niggas answer me that!
One two, who else show up like son do? Y’all bitches answer me that!

They gon have to put my back on a seaman
Before i’m in the back with my knees bent,
on my way back to the precint
Back in a G-Bent, black with the pre-tint
Vanille-aroma to cover the back with a g-scent
The average toller Typ ‚ll come back looking decent
Me, Ima look like I just hit the lottery
Y’all know, aint none of these misfits as hot as me
No offense, but that’s how this shit is gotta be
They way the neck glow and the wrist glit is gotta be
Why they wanna catch me with no biscuit and body me
I won’t let it, act like I won’t wet it
My lawyer tells me: call him and dont sweat it
Yall dudes don’t get it, see y’all see pistol
And be on t-shirts, that say „we miss you“
Why you wonder the world,
I’m under a girl
That ride dick mean
And a old school with a wide tick lean
And C’s that swing like them side kick screens, and hot 16’s
The real talk of new york, is on it again
I come with the 9 and be gone with a 10
You gone with the wind, start the beefin and hide
I put a C4 underneath the new ride
I’m the type that sneak the reefer inside
In Colombian Air Forces with the Coca-Leaf on the side


One two, who else show up like son do? Y’all niggas answer me that!
One two, who else show up like son do? Y’all bitches answer me that!


One two, who else come through like son do? Y’all niggas answer me that!
One two, who else come through like son do? Y’all bitches answer me that!
toller Typ!

Ghetto

I’m back like I never left, Street Family!
Who else come through like son do?
Fo real like, fo real
Let me know baby, let me know

Mal wieder Zeit gehabt.
Wieder so genial, die Bill Clinton Line oder die Mike air Jordans :D Geilö!
 
Fabolous – **** Around

Uh
Uh

I’m tryin to shake this monkey off my back
But the cops fiend for me like a junkie with the smack
Or a drunkie with the yack
So I keep my weapons hidden like the country of Iraq
Keep my cigars filled with the skunk weed and the black
Keep my bitches lookin like a donkey from the back
Keep my (foot raw on the table??) you think the trunk be in the back (NAH)
These hoes can’t bump me for my stacks
All they get from this pimp is a munchmeat or a snack
Just in case they get the munchies on the track
Get my money while I’m in the roof tell em thorough-punch me in a track
It’s New York Cities Fly guy bitch!
I make sure that I die rich
It’s so real that when I see money my eye twitch, my thigh itch
and my hand shake like i’m Mohammed
Some times it feel like Ima vomit
But i’m a hustler, I can sell pies like i’m islamic
You a costumer (mother****er)

Yeah, yeah (4 x)

Singing:

We can **** around, but I don’t think you really wanna
Cuz you be duckin down when I pull that millie on ya
You think we ****in round or that we aint really gonna
Till you in the ****in ground, told you not to **** around

Fab:

Nowadays it’s hard to put your troubles behind you
When you drive around with the roof or your bubble behind you
You bring a pretty bitch with a bubble behind through
You gotta tuck the 9 M double behind you
Unless you rappin like the man of steel
Otherwise you slippin, like you steppin on banana pills
I been a star for three years now
So my weed got orange hair stickin out like one of free hair styles
And my guns got bullets in it long as crayons
Whatever I spray on
Have holes in it big enough for a Tiger Woods and Em to play on
Plus I got 200 houndred thou worth a yellow a ring on
BLING


Bin heute on fire :D
 
Fabolous – Get Yo Money

Yeah,
Get your money money, **** them broke niggas
Get Your money money

Now I can ride through and scoop up a shooter
I find a toller Typ that can spot up and pull like a hooper recruiter
Then I sit em on stoop with the ruger
Cuz them groupie intruders ‚
ll rush your spot like a group of them looters
I got a 12 that’s super as Judas
For them niggas that’s disturbin the peace like the group who with Luda
And I just met the connect who hit Snoop with his Buddah
So I’m probablly lookin as high as Jupiter to ya
Shorty say I’m cute, but in the coupe I be cuter
Explain, she gives me brain like she Super-Head Tutor
On another know she like Betty Croc with Reddy Rock
Get pounds of that shit that smell like sweaty socks
But I did my share, choppin and baggin
Swappin and draggin
Poppin and maggin
Aint gotta see to believe, just stop and imagine
I’m shoppin and swaggin, poppin them tags in
Yeah, I do a lot of shit, poppin and braggin
And flip my middlefinger as I hop in the wagon toller Typ
I’m too fly for the „hi“ and goodbyes
And the haters too obvious to try to disguise
I keep my hand on my gun, my eye on the price
High as the skies, nah pimp I aint surprised (Come on!)
I knew you will like it, maybe i’m psychin thought you would love it
You know they can’t get enough of it!
And every verse was cold
My first one sold
And as a matter ofact my worst was gold
I’m as good as any rapper you know
Capital L Capital O Capital S Capital O
You rappin too slow, i’m laughing your flow
I’m bout to force niggas to go back to trappin for dough
And I grew up with the Arm, they been hatin since knee-high
That’s why me and Cain is like Payton and Ehlai
Strong like the KLITSCHKOS,
ball like we crazy
Splurge like Skizzo’s,
you know the way my shit’s froze
And it’s hangin off me like icycles
I used to peddle hard but it’s not on bicycles
This is way back when everybody would buy nickles
toller Typ I was blowin through them Lincolns like a tunnel
Nine-Seven, three quarter minkin in the tunnel,
god damn y’all got a toller Typ thinkin of them bundles!
Get Your money money
**** them broke niggas
Get your money money
**** them broke bitches
Get your money money
**** them broke niggas
Get your money money
Get Your money money

Get Your money money
**** them broke niggas
Get your money money
**** them broke bitches
Get your money money
**** them broke niggas
Get your money money
Get Your money money
 
Ein Meisterwerk der Loso'schen Reimkunst, mit Affenmetaphorik all over

Fabolous – Monkey Business

What the **** is wrong with these monkey ass niggas man?
They say the higher the monkey climbs up the ladder, the more of his ass is showing
Guess that’s what’s goin on

It’s the L the L L
O the O O, the O O
S the S S the S S
O the O O , The O O

I just left the concrete jungle can’t miss Atlanta
Brought Gorillas with me who brandeish them hammers
I’m in the lambo with spanish Joanna
Yellow paint cream gut, man its demeanous
Peel the top back, heat in the rest
King Kong system feel the beat in your chest
Monkeys on her legs, bapes on her feet
Banana Clips make em yellow-tape up the streets (BRRRA)
Monkey See Monkey Do like Pretty John
This lil Diddy Kongs is doin my city wrong
Monkey Tell money that means it’s pretty long
D-D-Diamonds on my neck before the Smitty song
I#m climbin to the top of the Empire State
With the prettiest chick in the entire state
Hit Maryland with the limb buy his weight
Put it over to plate, how could the empires hate?
When I was four-wheelin lettin them tires skate
Y’all was four wheelin on them M’s bitch
Just in case you was curious George
I’m the dude that was rockin all the jewelry in Forge (?) (WOOW)
One monkey don’t Stop my dough
You think the strong junkie won’t cop my blow?
toller Typ, can’t you tell that i’m bout K-Pimp?
I’m sick get around like that Alfred Chimp
YES

Loso
Street Fam
Album comin in december
It makes a lil sense
It makes a lil sense over there Def Jam
Got my boy Luda in September
My toller Typ Jeezy in Oktober
Hova and my toller Typ Nas in November
Let’s finish up the year right
Guess who? With the L the L L , O the O O, S the S S, O the O O the O O
New Album „From nothin to somethin“…Losos Way… this december


Fabolous – Mr Me Too

(in the back talking:)
Guess Who? LOSO

What it look like Khaled? I see you baby!
Haha!
Miami!

I know I know I know, I like me too! (4x)
Yeah yeah, I like me too
Yeah, I like me too! (Street Fididididam)

It’s a bird , it’s a plane, nope had to coupe it
Bird of the lanes, both lookin stupid
Heard it’s insane, got word of the chain
They say the rich young n’s ****in you monges (??)
I used to pitch onions for a few hundreds
Now your bitch tongue this, while I do hundred
That’s per hour in a continental
At least 35 % on the Temple
Go head Maria, nobody can save ya
Get loose with your shit like diarrhea
We in down the MI thats short for Miami
Fididididam that’s short for the family
White thing flowin like pollin down collins
White girls from Holland, keep on smilin
I took your style in, but we aint on the beach
Five Million dollar home, we aint in your reach
Your money too short, that’s midget paper
Keep home game in the fridgerator
Haha, that mean I’m chillin on the box
You know I stay fresh the ears is grey mesh
When the game’s over we leave like winners
Drinks on me, Khaled on the spinners (What’s up Khaled?)
Jose , we need more Rose (please)
Champagne glasses, buckets of O-Shay
That’s Ice Cubes, fat ass nice boobs
Cuz 4 56, we roll like dice cubes

I know I know I know, I like me too (3x)


Mal wieder schnell abgetippt :)
 
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