Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wanna Get Paid , by - LL COOL J. Release date: 13.10.1997
Song language: English
Wanna Get Paid |
| No question about it |
| Queens represent! |
| Uh! |
| say what? |
| Queens represent! |
| Yeah |
| Come on! |
| Get down baby, down down down down down now! |
| Queens represent! |
| Are you down now? |
| Lost Boyz, LL Cool J |
| Are ya’s down now? |
| You wanna get paid? |
| You wanna get laid? |
| Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways |
| Live your life in an ill real way |
| Got 6 rides in your little drive-way |
| You get mad puff-lie all day |
| Make plans with your crime family |
| Get money money, take money money |
| Get money money, take money money |
| By age 19 Tyheim is turned out |
| He ain’t talking much, keep a dutch in his mouth |
| Cop the aberrettes |
| Orange and Blue |
| Laced the Gore-tex, stepped with his crew |
| Black superstar, Jesus piece |
| Who he prayin' to? |
| God or the Beast |
| Some bust blocks, feared on the block |
| Traded in the trucks for a silver drop top |
| Drug money flowin' |
| Jealousy is growin' |
| Paranoia got him second guessin' |
| D-T's on his back got him stressin' |
| He was at the light blazin' up traum |
| Around the corner came a tinted out Yukon |
| Ten slugs in the door made him fall |
| Guess he should of never hustled at all |
| You wanna get paid? |
| You wanna get laid? |
| Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways |
| Live your life in an ill real way |
| Got 6 rides in your little drive-way |
| You get mad puff-lie all day |
| Make plans with your crime family |
| Get money money, take money money |
| Get money money, take money money |
| My man Tay-Kwan like the chicks a lot |
| Even when he hustled he kept them in his spot |
| He liked to fuck a lot and make the rubber pop |
| 5 baby mothers |
| 1 live on my block |
| Shinin' in the club |
| Chickens showin' love |
| Cash bubblin' from pimpin' and drugs |
| He a real pretty cat |
| He get from his moms |
| Back in the seventies, she was the bomb |
| His games top notch, and he don’t stop |
| He hit a reverend’s daughter in a church parkin' lot |
| Tay-Kwan is sick, heartless with chicks |
| He liked to beat 'em up, make 'em suck dick |
| Met a little shorty, brought her back to Queens |
| Honey got the virus, you know the routine |
| Not only did he walk away with the HIV |
| Her man’s jealous, jooked him ridiculously |
| You wanna get paid? |
| You wanna get laid? |
| Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways |
| Live your life in an ill real way |
| Got 6 rides in your little drive-way |
| You get mad puff-lie all day |
| Make plans with your crime family |
| Get money money, take money money |
| Get money money, take money money |
| UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH |
| Yolanda’s alway’s got a scheme |
| Credit cards in ATM machines |
| Used to make coats, holdin' work got arrest |
| Honey made sons pockets bleed to death |
| She a vet, yet she look innocent and sweet |
| When she wet, ain’t no controllin' the heat |
| For baguettes she give love to ill thugs |
| Age of 15 she learned to pump drugs |
| Then she got pregnant, abandoned the kid |
| Met this drug kid, set him up and slid |
| Now she 23 full blown in the mix |
| Sizin' up wits than more cliques is gettin' chips |
| She down for whatever, as long as it pays |
| She tipped off the kids and got Tyheim blazed |
| She was in the same Yukon, laughin' with the thug |
| He said thanks for settin' Tyheim up |
| Take a slug |
| You wanna get paid? |
| You wanna get laid? |
| Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways |
| Live your life in an ill real way |
| Got 6 rides in your little drive-way |
| You get mad puff-lie all day |
| Make plans with your crime family |
| Get money money, take money money |
| Get money money, take money money |
| Get paid mommy, come on, come on |
| Get paid daddy, come on, come on |
| Get paid daddy, come on, come on |
| Get paid daddy, come on, come on |
| Get paid daddy, come on, come on |
| Nigga’s they wellin' they just don’t know |
| It be LL and 83rd rockin' the show |
| Now nigga’s they front, they just don’t know |
| But nigga’s wanna stick they ball in that hole |
| Oh oh oh oh oh, UH uh uh uh oh |
| Uh uh oh, uh oh oh oh |