Billy Ray Cyrus - Wanna Be Your Joe - EXCLUSIVE RINGTONE!

16 sec - Dec 27, 2007

Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/Billy-Ray-Cyrus/Wanna-Be-Your-Joe-/ Full Song Lyrics: Joe works at the steel mill Works damn near every day Leaves for work when the sun comes up Drops the kids at school along the way (Kids at school along the way) When the night is falling He gets home and hugs his wife He says how much he missed her And that he loves her more than life, yeah More than life Joe may never be a rich man No lawyer, or movie star He may not own the finest jewerly And he may not drive the nicest car Joe has everything he dreamed of All the treasures that he needs No wonder Joe's always smiling He only aims to please, yeah Let me be your Joe I just wanna love you And watch our babies grow I may not be no millionaire But I want you to know [Wanna Be Your Joe ringtone available at http://www.ringtonegal.com/Billy-Ray-Cyrus/Wanna-Be-Your-Joe-/ ] I wanna be your Joe You are just a woman and I am just a man Though I may not feel every need I hope you understand I wanna be your Joe I wanna be your Joe Let me be your Joe I just wanna love you And watch our babies grow I may not be no millionaire But I want you to know I wanna be your Joe Let me be your Joe I just wanna love you I just wanna be your man I just wanna hold you Love you with all that I am I wanna be your Joe Let me be your Joe I wanna be your Joe

Billy Ray Cyrus - Wanna Be Your Joe - EXCLUSIVE RINGTONE!
giraph
16 sec - Dec 27, 2007

Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/Billy-Ray-Cyrus/Wanna-Be-Your-Joe-/ Full Song Lyrics: Joe works at the steel mill Works damn near every day Leaves for work when the sun comes up Drops the kids at school along the way (Kids at school along the way) When the night is falling He gets home and hugs his wife He says how much he missed her And that he loves her more than life, yeah More than life Joe may never be a rich man No lawyer, or movie star He may not own the finest jewerly And he may not drive the nicest car Joe has everything he dreamed of All the treasures that he needs No wonder Joe's always smiling He only aims to please, yeah Let me be your Joe I just wanna love you And watch our babies grow I may not be no millionaire But I want you to know [Wanna Be Your Joe ringtone available at http://www.ringtonegal.com/Billy-Ray-Cyrus/Wanna-Be-Your-Joe-/ ] I wanna be your Joe You are just a woman and I am just a man Though I may not feel every need I hope you understand I wanna be your Joe I wanna be your Joe Let me be your Joe I just wanna love you And watch our babies grow I may not be no millionaire But I want you to know I wanna be your Joe Let me be your Joe I just wanna love you I just wanna be your man I just wanna hold you Love you with all that I am I wanna be your Joe Let me be your Joe I wanna be your Joe

Big Tymers - Gimme Some - EXCLUSIVE RINGTONE!

20 sec - Dec 27, 2007

Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/Big-Tymers/Gimme-Some-/ Full Song Lyrics: Hey, this song is dedicated to the girl brenda with the big breast-eses In the ass like the black girls, I love you brenda... [chorus: tq] Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some? Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb? Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some? Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb? You told me that we was going to the tele I told you when I pull up, be ready Now you said you can't find no one to watch your kids But why can't you just get a new Are you gon give me some? [tq] What's wrong? what happened? you told me it was crackin' I got my prophylactics, and why you trippin' on me? I'm tired of playing games, it's been a couple weeks Hey ma I'm feeling you, you say you feeling me I just can't understand why we can't get our love on Girl I want it and quit, I want you to groan Lets go to the mo tonight, and lets sip a little mo' tonight Girl don't say no tonight, you need to give me some [mannie fresh] Its 2002, what you gon do? Your hot in the ass, so let lil' daddy come through I've been hangin' with shorty for one whole week, I'm trying to pressure you, it's time to freak Now I've been holding in, and you've been holding out So why don't you be a nice girl and (put it in yo mouth!) Now things don changed, why you actin' strange? You lettin' that other niggah get in yo brains? Life is like a movie baby, stick to the script I'm dirk diggle and it's time to hit I ain't tryin to take your man place, he's alright I'm just trying to stick it to you baby just one night Well I gotta buy something just for you to try something? Yeah I'll let you get something just to let me hit something Now I know your alone when he don't come home Pick up the phone, now I give you the bone When the kids asleep, then we can creep I've been waiting to see you naked baby, one whole week Time for you to give it up, let a nigga hit it up Take in on or spill it up, swallow, don't spit it up [chorus: tq, wolf talking in background] [Gimme Some ringtone available at http://www.ringtonegal.com/Big-Tymers/Gimme-Some-/ ] Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some? Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb? Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some? Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb? You told me that we was going to the tele (yeah, you act like you don't Remember that though) I told you when I pull up, be ready (uh-huh, uh-huh,uh-huh,uh-huh) Now you said you can't find no one to watch your kids (mmm, mmm) I think you just scared 'cause you don't want me to leave (thats what it is) Are you gon give me some? [wolf] Now I've been f**king with you for far too long, And if I don't hit tonight, I know something is wrong You've been duggin' and divin', just running scared Like you committed a crime, and I'm the fed Calm motherf**ker over the phone, But a scary motherf**ker when it's time to get it on You be saying freaky shit, really turning me on Like you swallow n' spit all over the dick And you be bragging about how them niggas is strong But the word is out, I'm seriously hung Right now I'm ready, 'cause I'm full of that juice I'm ready to get you in the bed, and knock something loose And after that, the balls in your court We can leave it alone, or we can go back and forth But first things first, ima admit Ima tear your ass up when you let me hit [greg street] W,b,i,t,e,c,h, ain't that a bitch radio Yo check, thats the new jam of the day The big tymers featuring wolf Yo wolf don went from the the keyboards to the mic booth Wolf rappin now And thats why you got your ass back in child support court too Yeah she want some more money now boy, you gotta give it up You can't go to court with no punk defendant Why you need johnny cochran, you rolling with them cash money millionaires Now Hey, big shouts out to greg green This of uhh cases that concentrated titty milk And big shouts out to all them ladies Gettin ready for amateur night at the flame Yo check, if you not ready, stay your ass out the club

Big Tymers - Gimme Some - EXCLUSIVE RINGTONE!
giraph
20 sec - Dec 27, 2007

Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/Big-Tymers/Gimme-Some-/ Full Song Lyrics: Hey, this song is dedicated to the girl brenda with the big breast-eses In the ass like the black girls, I love you brenda... [chorus: tq] Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some? Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb? Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some? Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb? You told me that we was going to the tele I told you when I pull up, be ready Now you said you can't find no one to watch your kids But why can't you just get a new Are you gon give me some? [tq] What's wrong? what happened? you told me it was crackin' I got my prophylactics, and why you trippin' on me? I'm tired of playing games, it's been a couple weeks Hey ma I'm feeling you, you say you feeling me I just can't understand why we can't get our love on Girl I want it and quit, I want you to groan Lets go to the mo tonight, and lets sip a little mo' tonight Girl don't say no tonight, you need to give me some [mannie fresh] Its 2002, what you gon do? Your hot in the ass, so let lil' daddy come through I've been hangin' with shorty for one whole week, I'm trying to pressure you, it's time to freak Now I've been holding in, and you've been holding out So why don't you be a nice girl and (put it in yo mouth!) Now things don changed, why you actin' strange? You lettin' that other niggah get in yo brains? Life is like a movie baby, stick to the script I'm dirk diggle and it's time to hit I ain't tryin to take your man place, he's alright I'm just trying to stick it to you baby just one night Well I gotta buy something just for you to try something? Yeah I'll let you get something just to let me hit something Now I know your alone when he don't come home Pick up the phone, now I give you the bone When the kids asleep, then we can creep I've been waiting to see you naked baby, one whole week Time for you to give it up, let a nigga hit it up Take in on or spill it up, swallow, don't spit it up [chorus: tq, wolf talking in background] [Gimme Some ringtone available at http://www.ringtonegal.com/Big-Tymers/Gimme-Some-/ ] Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some? Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb? Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some? Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb? You told me that we was going to the tele (yeah, you act like you don't Remember that though) I told you when I pull up, be ready (uh-huh, uh-huh,uh-huh,uh-huh) Now you said you can't find no one to watch your kids (mmm, mmm) I think you just scared 'cause you don't want me to leave (thats what it is) Are you gon give me some? [wolf] Now I've been f**king with you for far too long, And if I don't hit tonight, I know something is wrong You've been duggin' and divin', just running scared Like you committed a crime, and I'm the fed Calm motherf**ker over the phone, But a scary motherf**ker when it's time to get it on You be saying freaky shit, really turning me on Like you swallow n' spit all over the dick And you be bragging about how them niggas is strong But the word is out, I'm seriously hung Right now I'm ready, 'cause I'm full of that juice I'm ready to get you in the bed, and knock something loose And after that, the balls in your court We can leave it alone, or we can go back and forth But first things first, ima admit Ima tear your ass up when you let me hit [greg street] W,b,i,t,e,c,h, ain't that a bitch radio Yo check, thats the new jam of the day The big tymers featuring wolf Yo wolf don went from the the keyboards to the mic booth Wolf rappin now And thats why you got your ass back in child support court too Yeah she want some more money now boy, you gotta give it up You can't go to court with no punk defendant Why you need johnny cochran, you rolling with them cash money millionaires Now Hey, big shouts out to greg green This of uhh cases that concentrated titty milk And big shouts out to all them ladies Gettin ready for amateur night at the flame Yo check, if you not ready, stay your ass out the club

Big Tymers - Back Up - EXCLUSIVE RINGTONE!

19 sec - Dec 27, 2007

Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/Big-Tymers/Back-Up-/ Full Song Lyrics: [Baby] Aight nigga F**k it We did it once we gon do it again Hot Boy forever bitch Lets ride nigga [Gilly] B-I-G-T-Y-M-E-R-S Birdman wit the homie Mannie Fresh And Juvenile so you clowns don't arrest Let's do it [Baby] Got a Bentley wit the tags with the millionaire cash Two million on the ice with that gun in my hand Got the beat on the streets and we movin the slaya Porsche truck lift up and a four door Jag Uptown money spots niggas countin they cash No rules in this game niggs doin they thang See me watchin for the people 'cause they ready to slang Blowin dro' in Bahamas so that pineapple plate Couldn't give us six cars for the money we make I'm the king of the chrome get the f**k out my face I'm the sun, I'm the moon, I'm the Benz, I'm the whips I'm the crib, I'm the mouse quiet up in this bitch Smoothe baller 22s in they hip Smoke dro minks, haze and a spliffs I'm in the heat of the cloud that's how it's goin down A D-boy getting cheddar and I'm from uptown [Chorus - Gilly] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up [Mannie Fresh (Gilly)] (Why you got that gun nigga?) 'cause I can Woke up in the club with the bitch in my hand Everybody lay down, stay down I'm bout to spit this mothaf**kin hay round There's one nigga I'm lookin at (you about to get it flat) Everybody else just back back Bustin, fussin, yellin, cussin Fightin, bitin, niggas got to rustilin Throwin big chairs, pushin down stairs [Back Up ringtone available at http://www.ringtonegal.com/Big-Tymers/Back-Up-/ ] Disrespectin hos pullin out weave hairs But this one ho nobody know pull out the fo fo Made niggas lay it down on the floor That's when the police came The fire engine truck and the ambulance Bitch still bustin shots like Jesse James Big Money Heavyweight nigga I ain't playin The bitch was trill caught two to the grill One in the head damn lil' one dance Shake! [Chorus - Gilly (Juvenile)] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin (uh uh) Everybody give me space, back up (what what what what) Everybody give me space, back up (look look) [Juvenile] Gimme the roovie Juvie the shooter Try to follow my pandemonium point I'm gon lose ya Look around there's some niggas not with me Some of them dead, some of them doin bout 50 UTP you better stand up it's the general Bringin back the era of the criminal Look I got my own scene, got my own scheme Got killas so basically I'm doin my own thing I drive a 7-6-0 strapped up waitin at the light for the hero It's kinda hot outside niggas done shot blue eyes That's f**ked up 'cause my connect dropped me 5 I'ma excersize my right to get this cheese I don't have to put in work nigga my bitch will squeeze I ain't positive I'm a black man So watch your mouth playa 'cause you can catch a back hand Heh! [Chorus - Gilly] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up

Big Tymers - Back Up - EXCLUSIVE RINGTONE!
giraph
19 sec - Dec 27, 2007

Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/Big-Tymers/Back-Up-/ Full Song Lyrics: [Baby] Aight nigga F**k it We did it once we gon do it again Hot Boy forever bitch Lets ride nigga [Gilly] B-I-G-T-Y-M-E-R-S Birdman wit the homie Mannie Fresh And Juvenile so you clowns don't arrest Let's do it [Baby] Got a Bentley wit the tags with the millionaire cash Two million on the ice with that gun in my hand Got the beat on the streets and we movin the slaya Porsche truck lift up and a four door Jag Uptown money spots niggas countin they cash No rules in this game niggs doin they thang See me watchin for the people 'cause they ready to slang Blowin dro' in Bahamas so that pineapple plate Couldn't give us six cars for the money we make I'm the king of the chrome get the f**k out my face I'm the sun, I'm the moon, I'm the Benz, I'm the whips I'm the crib, I'm the mouse quiet up in this bitch Smoothe baller 22s in they hip Smoke dro minks, haze and a spliffs I'm in the heat of the cloud that's how it's goin down A D-boy getting cheddar and I'm from uptown [Chorus - Gilly] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up [Mannie Fresh (Gilly)] (Why you got that gun nigga?) 'cause I can Woke up in the club with the bitch in my hand Everybody lay down, stay down I'm bout to spit this mothaf**kin hay round There's one nigga I'm lookin at (you about to get it flat) Everybody else just back back Bustin, fussin, yellin, cussin Fightin, bitin, niggas got to rustilin Throwin big chairs, pushin down stairs [Back Up ringtone available at http://www.ringtonegal.com/Big-Tymers/Back-Up-/ ] Disrespectin hos pullin out weave hairs But this one ho nobody know pull out the fo fo Made niggas lay it down on the floor That's when the police came The fire engine truck and the ambulance Bitch still bustin shots like Jesse James Big Money Heavyweight nigga I ain't playin The bitch was trill caught two to the grill One in the head damn lil' one dance Shake! [Chorus - Gilly (Juvenile)] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin (uh uh) Everybody give me space, back up (what what what what) Everybody give me space, back up (look look) [Juvenile] Gimme the roovie Juvie the shooter Try to follow my pandemonium point I'm gon lose ya Look around there's some niggas not with me Some of them dead, some of them doin bout 50 UTP you better stand up it's the general Bringin back the era of the criminal Look I got my own scene, got my own scheme Got killas so basically I'm doin my own thing I drive a 7-6-0 strapped up waitin at the light for the hero It's kinda hot outside niggas done shot blue eyes That's f**ked up 'cause my connect dropped me 5 I'ma excersize my right to get this cheese I don't have to put in work nigga my bitch will squeeze I ain't positive I'm a black man So watch your mouth playa 'cause you can catch a back hand Heh! [Chorus - Gilly] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up

Queen - The Millionaire Waltz - WITH LYRICS!
giraph
5 min - Dec 27, 2007

Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/Queen/The-Millionaire-Waltz/ Lyrics: Bring out the charge of the love brigade There is spring in the air once again Drink to the sound of the song parade There is music and love everywhere Give a little love to me Take a little love from me, I want to share it with you I feel like a millionaire Once we were mad, we were happy We spent all our days holding hands together Do you remember, my love How we danced and played In the rain we laid Could stay there, forever and ever [The Millionaire Waltz ringtone available at http://www.ringtonegal.com/Queen/The-Millionaire-Waltz/ ] Now I am sad You are so far away I sit counting the hours day by day Come back to me, how I long for your love Come back to me - be happy like we used to be Come back to me, oh my love How I long for your love - won't you come back to me, yeah My fine friend - take me with you and love me forever - My fine friend - forever - ever (Repeat verse) Come back, come back to me, make me feel - Like a millionaire

Queen - The Millionaire Waltz - WITH LYRICS!

5 min - Dec 27, 2007

Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/Queen/The-Millionaire-Waltz/ Lyrics: Bring out the charge of the love brigade There is spring in the air once again Drink to the sound of the song parade There is music and love everywhere Give a little love to me Take a little love from me, I want to share it with you I feel like a millionaire Once we were mad, we were happy We spent all our days holding hands together Do you remember, my love How we danced and played In the rain we laid Could stay there, forever and ever [The Millionaire Waltz ringtone available at http://www.ringtonegal.com/Queen/The-Millionaire-Waltz/ ] Now I am sad You are so far away I sit counting the hours day by day Come back to me, how I long for your love Come back to me - be happy like we used to be Come back to me, oh my love How I long for your love - won't you come back to me, yeah My fine friend - take me with you and love me forever - My fine friend - forever - ever (Repeat verse) Come back, come back to me, make me feel - Like a millionaire

BG­ - Bling­ Bling­ - EXCLUSIV­E R­ING­T­O­­NE!
gi­raph
17 sec - D­ec 27, 2007

G­et­ t­he ring­t­o­­ne:

ht­t­p­://www.ring­t­o­­neg­al.co­­m/B­G­/B­ling­-B­ling­-/

Full So­­ng­ Lyrics:

Verse O­­ne: B­ab­y (B­ig­ T­ymers)

Man I g­o­­t­ t­hese b­ro­­ad­s iceing­ it­ up­

While my lil B­.G­.s o­­n t­he b­us p­ut­t­in' o­­ut­ cig­aret­t­e b­ut­t­s

B­ut­ me p­erso­­nally p­layb­o­­y I d­o­­ne had­ b­ad­ luck

And­ I'm a always sho­­w lo­­ve t­o­­ my cut­

Hit­ t­ha club­ lig­ht­ t­ha lig­ht­s up­

T­he Cash Mo­­ney mo­­t­t­o­­ is t­o­­ d­rank 't­il yo­­u t­hro­­w up­

P­o­­int­ t­he b­ro­­ad­ o­­ut­ g­uarant­eed­ I can p­luck

Cause Wo­­d­ie I'm t­at­t­o­­o­­ed­ and­ b­arred­ up­

Med­allio­­n iced­ up­

Ro­­lex­ b­ezelled­ up­

And­ my p­inky ring­ is p­lat­inum p­lus

Earring­s b­e t­rillio­­n cut­

And­ my g­rill b­e slug­g­ed­ up­

My heart­ filled­ wit­h ang­er lo­­st­, st­rand­ed­ as a yo­­ung­st­er

St­ack my chesse up­

'cause o­­ned­ay I'm a g­ive t­his st­reet­ life up­

B­eef I d­o­­n't­ d­iscuss

Wo­­d­ie o­­ut­t­a line wo­­d­ie g­o­­ne g­et­ his head­ b­ust­

Cash Mo­­ney millio­­naires p­lus

D­o­­n't­ t­o­­uch b­ro­­ad­ if yo­­u can't­ p­luck t­he b­ro­­ad­

T­went­y inches wit­h t­.v.'s is a must­

B­y t­he year t­wo­­ t­ho­­usand­ Lil' Wayne g­o­­ne t­ear t­his g­ame up­

Verse T­wo­­: Lil' Wayne (Ho­­t­ B­o­­ys)

B­o­­ss B­, slo­­w d­o­­wn in t­he J­ag­ yo­­u lo­­st­ me

Yo­­u kno­­w ho­­w slo­­w t­he new Ro­­lls Ro­­yce b­e

Numb­er o­­ne rap­p­er, d­ip­p­in lo­­w lo­­w

In a co­­mp­resso­­r sip­p­in mo­­-mo­­

Sp­end­ a lo­­t­t­a ched­d­ar, lo­­o­­k

My click co­­uld­n't­ b­e b­et­t­a

I'm married­ t­o­­ C.M.R. b­ab­y

Lo­­ve it­ o­­r leave it­

D­ro­­p­ t­o­­p­s when it­'s ho­­t­

St­rech hummer's when it­'s no­­t­

Lig­ht­ up­ t­he who­­le b­lo­­ck when

Yo­­u g­lance at­ my wat­ch

It­'s Wayne b­ab­y, t­hug­g­ed­ o­­ut­ wo­­n't­ chang­e b­ab­y

I d­o­­ yo­­ur main lad­y, in a b­lue navig­at­y (navig­at­o­­r)

T­hat­'s g­ame b­ab­y, yo­­u can call me a g­ame sho­­o­­t­er

B­ut­ since I d­rive a b­ub­b­le p­eo­­p­le call me Lex­ Lug­er

I p­ull up­ in a ex­p­ed­it­io­­n t­hey b­e like ah no­­,no­­,no­­ he d­id­n't­

T­at­t­o­­es and­ fast­ cars, D­o­­ yo­­u kno­­w who­­ we are?

I'm Lil' Weezy p­ut­t­in d­o­­wn fo­­r C.M.R.

(Cho­­rus) Rep­eat­

B­ling­ b­ling­

Everyt­ime I co­­me aro­­und­ yo­­ cit­y

B­ling­ b­ling­

P­inky ring­ wo­­rt­h ab­o­­ut­ fift­y

B­ling­ b­ling­

Everyt­ime I b­uy a new rid­e

B­ling­ b­ling­

Lo­­renzo­­s o­­n Yo­­kahama t­ires

B­ling­ b­ling­

Verse T­hree: Manny Fresh (b­o­­t­h)

It­'s t­he p­laya wit­h t­ha Lex­ b­ub­b­le

Cand­y co­­at­ed­ helico­­p­t­er wit­h t­ha leat­her co­­ver

If ya slirp­p­in' no­­t­ _______' t­ake o­­ff t­he rub­b­er

T­hen t­o­­ss t­hat­ b­ro­­ad­ 'cause I d­o­­n't­ lo­­ve her

B­alla, Manny b­o­­ug­ht­ a p­rivat­e p­lane

T­hen t­urned­ aro­­und­ and­ so­­ld­ t­hat­ t­hang­ t­o­­ J­uve and­ Wayne

T­hey p­ut­ 30 inch lo­­renzo­­s o­­n t­hat­ t­hang­ man

Yo­­u lil kid­s o­­ut­ t­here j­ust­ d­o­­n't­ und­erst­and­

Verse Fo­­ur: J­uvenile (Ho­­t­ B­o­­ys)

I'm a 1999 d­river

I'm a up­t­o­­wn t­hird­ ward­ Mag­no­­lia T­.C. rid­er

O­­le ig­no­­rant­ b­o­­y always st­un'n

B­ig­ b­allin' caho­­uney's yo­­u can see him when he co­­min'

B­o­­o­­t­ed­ up­

D­iamo­­nd­ up­

G­o­­ld­s b­e shinnin' up­

All t­hem d­iamo­­nd­s b­e b­lind­in' up­

P­eo­­p­le at­ t­he seco­­nd­ line b­e sayin' I b­e d­amn

Up­ in t­hey b­est­ fit­s sayin' J­uve g­o­­t­ me d­amn

(Cho­­rus) 2x­

Verse Five: B­.G­. (Ho­­t­ B­o­­ys)

I b­e t­hat­ p­laya wit­h t­he ice o­­n me

If it­ co­­st­ less t­han t­went­y it­ d­o­­n't­ lo­­o­­k rig­ht­ o­­n me

I st­ay flo­­ssed­ o­­ut­ all t­hro­­ug­h t­he week

My mo­­ney lo­­ng­ if yo­­u d­o­­n't­ kno­­w I'm t­he B­.G­.

I b­e d­ealin wit­h yo­­ur g­irl all in yo­­ur ho­­me

Hat­ers b­e like lo­­o­­k at­ t­hat­ b­enz o­­n all t­hat­ cro­­me

D­iamo­­nd­s wo­­rn b­y everyb­o­­d­y t­hat­s in my click

Man I g­o­­t­ t­he p­rice o­­f a mansio­­n 'ro­­und­ my neck and­ wrist­

My nig­g­a B­ab­y g­et­t­in' a sp­ecial b­uilt­ machine

A merced­es b­enz seven hund­red­ B­ 14

I kno­­w yo­­u hat­ers can't­ b­elieve t­hat­

I can't­ wait­ t­o­­ see ya b­ust­as face when ya see t­hat­

Man lo­­o­­k at­ t­hat­

G­irls wear shad­es j­ust­ t­o­­ st­and­ o­­n sid­e o­­f me

T­hey say t­ake t­hat­ chain o­­ff b­o­­y ya b­lind­in' me

All d­ay my p­ho­­ne ring­in' b­ling­ b­ling­ b­ling­

Can see my earring­ fro­­m a mile b­ling­ b­ling­

(Cho­­rus) 2x­

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BG - Bling Bling - EXCLUSIVE RINGTONE!

17 sec - Dec 27, 2007

Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/BG/Bling-Bling-/ Full Song Lyrics: Verse One: Baby (Big Tymers) Man I got these broads iceing it up While my lil B.G.s on the bus puttin' out cigarette butts But me personally playboy I done had bad luck And I'm a always show love to my cut Hit tha club light tha lights up The Cash Money motto is to drank 'til you throw up Point the broad out guaranteed I can pluck Cause Wodie I'm tattooed and barred up Medallion iced up Rolex bezelled up And my pinky ring is platinum plus Earrings be trillion cut And my grill be slugged up My heart filled with anger lost, stranded as a youngster Stack my chesse up 'cause oneday I'm a give this street life up Beef I don't discuss Wodie outta line wodie gone get his head bust Cash Money millionaires plus Don't touch broad if you can't pluck the broad Twenty inches with t.v.'s is a must By the year two thousand Lil' Wayne gone tear this game up Verse Two: Lil' Wayne (Hot Boys) Boss B, slow down in the Jag you lost me You know how slow the new Rolls Royce be Number one rapper, dippin low low In a compressor sippin mo-mo Spend a lotta cheddar, look My click couldn't be betta I'm married to C.M.R. baby Love it or leave it Drop tops when it's hot Strech hummer's when it's not Light up the whole block when You glance at my watch It's Wayne baby, thugged out won't change baby I do your main lady, in a blue navigaty (navigator) That's game baby, you can call me a game shooter But since I drive a bubble people call me Lex Luger I pull up in a expedition they be like ah no,no,no he didn't Tattoes and fast cars, Do you know who we are? I'm Lil' Weezy puttin down for C.M.R. (Chorus) Repeat Bling bling Everytime I come around yo city Bling bling Pinky ring worth about fifty Bling bling Everytime I buy a new ride Bling bling Lorenzos on Yokahama tires Bling bling Verse Three: Manny Fresh (both) It's the playa with tha Lex bubble Candy coated helicopter with tha leather cover If ya slirppin' not _______' take off the rubber Then toss that broad 'cause I don't love her Balla, Manny bought a private plane Then turned around and sold that thang to Juve and Wayne They put 30 inch lorenzos on that thang man You lil kids out there just don't understand Verse Four: Juvenile (Hot Boys) I'm a 1999 driver I'm a uptown third ward Magnolia T.C. rider Ole ignorant boy always stun'n Big ballin' cahouney's you can see him when he comin' Booted up Diamond up Golds be shinnin' up All them diamonds be blindin' up People at the second line be sayin' I be damn Up in they best fits sayin' Juve got me damn (Chorus) 2x Verse Five: B.G. (Hot Boys) I be that playa with the ice on me If it cost less than twenty it don't look right on me I stay flossed out all through the week My money long if you don't know I'm the B.G. I be dealin with your girl all in your home Haters be like look at that benz on all that crome Diamonds worn by everybody thats in my click Man I got the price of a mansion 'round my neck and wrist My nigga Baby gettin' a special built machine A mercedes benz seven hundred B 14 I know you haters can't believe that I can't wait to see ya bustas face when ya see that Man look at that Girls wear shades just to stand on side of me They say take that chain off boy ya blindin' me All day my phone ringin' bling bling bling Can see my earring from a mile bling bling (Chorus) 2x