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Black Summer Party: Best Of, Vol. 4
Disc 1
01. The Sweet Escape
02. Give It to Me
03. Because of You
04. Promiscuous
05. Ridin’
06. Smack That
07. Buttons
08. You Know I’m No Good
09. It’s Okay (One Blood)
10. Chain Hang Low
11. That’s That Shit
12. Like a Boy
13. Window Shopper
14. Touch It
15. Put It Down
16. Fergalicious
17. Boogie 2nite
18. Hit Me Up
19. Hip Hop Is Dead
20. Louder
Disc 2
01. Unfaithful
02. Save Room
03. Anonymous
04. Rush the Floor
05. Say I
06. Hands Up
07. No Diggity
08. The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)
09. E.I.
10. Area Codes
11. Joints & Jam
12. Mr. Wendal
13. My Band
14. Guilty Conscience
15. Gin and Juice
16. Wanted Dead or Alive
17. Mama Said Knock You Out
18. O.P.P.
19. Push It
Yeah

Oh Oh
Yeah
Yeah, get nigga

Redman got fire nigga
Shots are in your hood when I'm high nigga
Shots of Cuervo are fuckin up my liver
Shots from the cameras on my niggas
Girlfriend drunk, so I'll jump around with her
I step inside, you're quiet like a mime nigga
My watch do more things than James Bond nigga
I'm gonna do it now, I ain't gonna try nigga
(Put it down, put it down, put it down girl)
You better grind, cause you ain't spending mine girl
When Timbaland plan and I'll do the ground work
Whether you in Tims, Air Force, or Converse
Let me see the high niggas on the left side

And whole muthafuckas smokin' on the right side
You sayin' "fuck Gillahouse" nigga likewise
This is how I walk up on your ho - hey
Put it down

Put it down, put it down, put it down

(We gots to get down, niggas you gots to get down)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(Bitches you gots to get down, show you how we get it down)
(Get nigga)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(We gots to get down, niggas you gots to get down)
Put it down, put it down, put it down

(Bitches you gots to get down, show you how we get it down)

Who am I nigga
That dude who arrive nigga
With a blueprint to all your supply nigga
Fifteen percent tint on the 'fire nigga
Sometimes I don't know what's inside nigga
Let me show you how bricks get it live nigga
The Time Warner's of the block, showtime nigga
I hit a chick, kick her out, I ain't battlin her
A golddigger I can see the green mile in her
(Put it down, put it down put it down fool)
The flashy ones get robbed in the bathroom
"Yo get up, yo it's jewelry - it's costume" (Hahaha)
Rollin' like drunk cowboys at high noon
Let me see the high niggas on the east side
And whole niggas get high on the west side

A punk nigga outta line, he get checked like
I roll up on his ho and say - hey
Put it down

Put it down, put it down, put it down
(We gots to get down, niggas you gots to get down)

Put it down, put it down, put it down
(Bitches you gots to get down, show you how we get it down)
(Get nigga)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(We gots to get down, niggas you gots to get down)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(Bitches you gots to get down, show you how we get it down)

Look in my eyes nigga
You see a great ball of fire nigga
My trail is blazin, that's right, I'm high nigga
A hard hip hop hitman for hire nigga
My rims are so big, I fucked my alignment up
Grown as hell, I don't throw signs nigga
I continue to Flipmode's like Rhy nigga
Barbershop talk, come get you a line nigga
It's permanent press steam on the iron nigga
(Put it down, put it down, put it down girl)
Wherever you pop shit you get found there
Bitch you hot, little tacky with the horse hair
Gillahouse, it's your year and it's on baby
Where them high muthafuckas on the left side
I know there's drunk muthafuckas on the right side
You sayin' "fuck Redman" nigga likewise
This is how I talkin to your ho - hey

Put it down

Put it down, put it down, put it down
(We gots to get down, niggas you gots to get down)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(Bitches you gots to get down, show you how we get it down)

(Get nigga)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(We gots to get down, niggas you gots to get down)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(Bitches you gots to get down, show you how we get it down)

Gillahouse
Gotti Click
Yo Brick City, you know what it is
Holla atcha fuckin' boy

Bring 'em back