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Hey, another one of them Flipmode joints
Busta Rhymes y'all, word mother y'all, check it out y'all Just swing to the left, swing to the right Make ya feel good, feel alright One time, feel good yeah y'all Busta Rhymes in the place y'all Makin you feel real good y'all Flipmode is the Squad in the place y'all Buckwild to all of my niggaz who don't care Floss like a bunch of young black millionaires Makin ya run, me and my Dunn, stackin my ones Floss a lil', invest up in a mutual fund Blowin the horn, a sense of every day I was born Never dream I see a nigga landscaping my lawn Dangerous, my nigga shit be accurate Have to get, the flow be so immaculate Aiyyo, aiyyo, watchin my dough, sippin my Moe' Slippin in slow, them pretty bitches sayin hello Anyway go 'head and diss, play your Oil of Olay Little honeydip within a little Cariola I don't mean to hold you up but I got somethin to say Swear to only give you hot shit everyday Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us, that's when we gettin dangerous, come on *This, is, serious We could make you delirious You should have a healthy fear of us Cause too much of us is dangerous So dangerous, we so dangerous My Flipmode Squad is dangerous So dangerous, we so dangerous My whole entire unit is dangerous Hold your breath, we swingin it from right to left Word to Wyclef, nigga shit be hot to death Stayin Alive, you know only the stronger survive Holdin my heat, under my seat, whippin my five Bassline for all of my people movin around Give me a pound, all of my niggaz holdin it down Cuttin you up, the new shit, ruckin you up Fuckin you up, my black hole, suckin you up Back in the days, a nigga used to be ass out Now a nigga holdin several money market accounts Blaze the street, and then I would just like to announce Feelin my groove, my jigga jigga makin you bounce Others is fair, me and my niggaz breakin the bread Straight gettin it, we got you niggaz holdin your head Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us, that's when we gettin dangerous, come on *Repeat One time y'all Throw your hands real high y'all Yea, get down y'all Let me see you all y'all Busta Rhymes, Flipmode y'all Nineteen ninety eight y'all Ha, get down ya'll Let's have a ball y'all Feelin the heat up in the street rockin the beat Step up in the club, take me to my reserved seat Comin around, all of my niggaz surround me So much bottles of liquor, y'all niggaz'll drown me Makin ya drunk, feelin the funk, blazin the skunk Stay hittin with the shit that blow a hole in ya trunk Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous, come on *Repeat Uhh uhh, uhh Uh-huh, uh-huh, uhh Uh-HUH, uhh Uhh, uhh, uhh Uhh uhh Uh-huh, uhh Uh-huh Uhh uhh Ahh ahh, uhh ahh Uh-huh uh-huh, ahh... |
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| 4:25 |
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It's funny how money change a situation
Miscommunication leads to complication My emancipation don't fit your equation I was on the humble--You on every station Some wan' play young Lauryn like she dumb But remember not a game new under the sun Everything you did has already been done I know all the tricks from Bricks to Kingston My ting done made your kingdom wan' run Now understand "L-Boogie's" non-violent But if a thing test me, run for mi gun Can't take a threat to mi new born son L's been this way since creation A groupie call, you fall from temptation Now you wanna ball over separation Tarnish my image in your conversation Who you gon' scrimmage, like you the champion? You might win some but you just lost one *You might win some but you just lost one! You might win some but you just lost one!! You might win some but you just lost one! You might win some but you just lost one!! Now, now how come your talk turn cold? Gain the whole world for the price of your soul Tryin to grab hold of what you can't control Now you all floss, what a sight to behold Wisdom is better than silver and gold I was hopeless, now I'm more hopeful Every man wanna act like he's exempt Need to get down on his knees and repent Can't slick talk on the day of judgment Your movement's similar to a serpent Tried to play straight, how your whole style bent? Consequence is no coincidence Hypocrites always wanna play innocent Always want to take it to the full out extent Always want to make it seem like good intent Never want to face it when it time for punishment I know you don't wanna hear my opinion But there come many paths and you must choose one And if you don't change then the rain soon come See you might win some, but you just lost one *Repeat **You might win some, but you really lost one You just lost one, it's so silly how come? When it's all done, did you really gain from what you done done? It's so silly how come? You just lost one Now don't you understand man universal law? What you throw out comes back to you, star Never underestimate those who you scar Cause karma, karma, karma comes back to you hard! You can't hold God's people back that long The chain of Shatan wasn't made that strong Trying to pretend like your word is your bond But until you do right, all you do will go wrong Now some might mistake this for just a simple song And some don't know what they have 'til it's gone Now even when you're gone you can still be reborn And, from the night can arrive the sweet dawn Now, some might listen and some might shun And some may think that they've reached perfection If you look closely you'll see what you've become Cause you might win some but you just lost one! *Repeat **Repeat (x2) You just lost one... (x8) What a bum-bum!... |
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| 3:28 |
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I dedicate this record, "The Carnival" to all you brothers takin'
long trips down south, Virginia, Baltimore, all around the world, and your girl gets this message that you ain't comin' back. She's sittin' back in the room, the lights are off, she's cryin', and then my voice comes in POW!, in the middle of the night, and this is what I told her for you *Every time I make a run, girl, you turn around and cry I ask myself why, oh why See, you must understand, I can't work a 9 to 5 So I'll be gone 'til November Said I'll be gone 'til November, I'll be gone 'til November Yo, tell my girl, yo, I'll be gone 'til November I'll be gone 'til November, I'll be gone 'til November Yo, tell my girl, yo, I'll be gone 'til November January, February, March, April, May I see you cryin', but girl, I can't stay I'll be gone 'til November, I'll be gone 'til November And give a kiss to my mother When I come back, there'll be no need to clock I'll have enough money to buy out blocks Tell my brother, "Go to school in September" So he won't mess up in summer school in the summer Tell my cousin, Jerry, wear his condom If you don't wear condom, you'll see a red lump Woh oh oh oh You sucker MC's, you got no flow I heard your style, you're s-o s-o *Repeat I had to flip nuttin' and turn it into somethin' Hip-hop turns to the future rock when I smash a punk (BING!) Commit treason, then I'll have a reason to hunt you down It's only right, it's rappin' season Yeah, you with the loud voice, posin' like you're top choice Your voice, I'll make a hearse out of your Rolls Royce Besides, I got my girl to remember And I'll commit it that I'll be back in November *Repeat I know the hustle's hard, but we gotta enterprise, the carnival |
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| 4. |
| 3:48 |
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Bring it. Whoo!
Unh, unh, unh, unh Hoo cah cah Hah hah, hah hah Bicka bicka bow bow bow, bicka bow bow bump bump What, what, what, what Hah hah hah hah Unh, on your mark ready set let's go dance floor pro I know you know I go psycho when my new joint hit just can't sit gotta get jiggy wit it ooh that's it now honey honey come ride DKNY all up in my eye you gotta Prada bag with alotta stuff in it give it to your friend let's spin everybody lookin' at me glancin' the kid wishin' they was dancin' a jig here with this handsome kid ciga-cigar right from Cuba-Cuba I just bite it it's for the look I don't light it illway the an-may on the ance-day oor-flay givin' up jiggy make it feel like foreplay yo my car-dee-o is Infinit- ha ha Big Willie Style's all in it Gettin' Jiggy Wit It *Na na na na na na na nana na na na na nana Gettin Jiggy Wit It x3 Na na na na na na na nana na na na na nana what you wanna ball with the kid watch your step you might fall trying to do what I did mama-unh mama-unh mama come closer in the middle of the club with the rub-a-dub, unh no love for the haters, the haters mad cause I got floor seats at the Lakers see me on the fifty yard line with the Raiders met Ali he told me I'm the greatest I got the fever for the flavor of a crowd pleaser DJ play another from the prince of this your highness only mad chicks ride in my whips south to the west to the east to the north bought my hits and watch 'em go off a go off ah yes yes y'all ya don't stop in the winter or the (summertime) I makes it hot Gettin Jiggy Wit 'Em *Repeat eight-fifty I.S. if you need a lift who's the kid in the drop who else Will Smith livin' that life some consider a myth rock from south street to one two fifth women used to tease me give it to me now nice and easy since I moved up like George and Wheezy cream to the maximum I be askin' 'em would you like to bounce with the brother that's platinum never see Will attackin 'em rather play ball with Shaq and um, flatten 'em psyche kiddin' you thought I took a spill but I didn't trust the lady of my life she hittin' hit her with a drop top with the ribbon crib for my mom on the outskirts of Philly you trying to flex on me don't be silly Getting Jiggy Wit it *Repeat |
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| 3:30 |
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*Intergalactic, planetery, planetery, intergalactic (x4)
Another dimension... (x8) Well, now, don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Like numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe its because we're so versatile Style, profile I said It always brings me back when I hear, "ooh child" From The Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon to the very last mile Well if you battle me I feel reviled People always sayin' my style is wild You've got gaul, you've got guile If you step to me I'm going to rap full file If you wanna battle you're in denial Comin' from Uranus to check my style Go ahead with my rhymes I'll trial Cast you off into exhile **Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic (x2) Jazz and AWOL, that's our team Step inside the party, disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats, well, I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Well I have to keep it going keep it going full steam To sweet to be sour to nice to be mean With the tough guy style I'm not too keen Trying to change the world, I'm going to plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Goin' to shine like a sunbeam Keep on rappin', cause that's my dream Thank Moe Dee for 'Sticking to Themes' Now when it comes to envy ya'll is green Jealous of the rhyme and the ryhme routine Another dimension, new galaxy Intergalatic planetary! **Reepat (x4) We're from the family tree of old school hip-hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks Your rhymes are spread just like a pox Cause the music is loud like an electric shock I am known to do the wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D gets biz on the crops Beastie Boys known to let the beat... "MMM, D-r-r-rop!" Now when I wrote graffiti my name was Slop If I rap soup my beats is stock Step from the table when I start to chop I'm the lumberjack DJ AD Rock! If you try to knock me you'll get mopped I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees start shakin and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck from Mr. Spock *Repeat |
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| 6. |
| 4:14 |
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Uh uh
So So Def Yeah, yeah *In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us Cause all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper, baby toss it up Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up See the money ain't a thang I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe Jigga's style is love, X and O Save all your accolades, just the dough My game is wide, all lames aside Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub' Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up Multi til I close up, it's all basic I been spending hundreds since they had small faces Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas Me and J.D. got it locked crazy Where you at haters? *repeat My cake thick, I live the life Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night I make the big moves, do the big things Take small groups, turn them into big names The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match Cats say I'm the shit man The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do Get more burn than a candle Too hot to hold, too much to handle In the black C-low, he know if she look She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo' I'm "The Truth" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly In the safest shit you could never buy Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing I don't know about y'all but every night I swing *repeat Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil' And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey Platinum, spend your whole life in the day What's down is a bet, roll the dice Yeah, yeah, so let's play So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level Where I'm at, your check, you better double that And personally your raps is where the trouble at I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain In the platinum frame screamin it's not a game Gleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy *repeat So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo' You know, all we do is.. Rock, rock on (repeat to fade) |
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| 5:03 |
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New York to the heart, but got love for all
Lie and die in the fire, where I learned to ball Uptown is the place where I lay my dome On the streets of the Bronx where my fa-mi-ly roam Hoe damn it, we home, Peter got a nine millimeter Playa haters can feel the flame from my heater I never really liked to play a fool like that But I love to succeed and see foes fall flat... ... splat, like Deja Vu And I got another clip that'll daze y'all crew I sip Cristal, Dom P, Mo' with pist-al Just cause I'm pissy, don't mean you should misdoubt Keep em near da fifties and, hundreds all arranged Anything less than that, you keep the change Not filthy rich, but bitch I'm barely broke Blessed with flows that keep you hooked like dope Friends call me Gunz, sons call me trife Cause I'm quick to slide off and slide this dick up in your wife And that's life, you should learn how to treat her I guarantee Peter, knows how to eat her and beat her, niggaz in the Bronx call me Lex cause I push a Lex, and I rock a Rolex and I lounge on Lex', and I love sex And I wave techs on sets that be tryin to flex Like Dex, nigga God rest your soul But when you're playin cards for Gunz, it ain't time to fold, ho *New York niggaz got crazy game But outta town niggaz is all the same Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot That's because when it's beef they ain't scared to shoot Harlem niggaz know how to play Mack the 600, gettin crazy pay Niggaz outta Queens got shit on lock Strapped with the glock, runnin up in yo' spot (But if it wasn't for the Bronx this rap shit probably never would be going on so tell me where you from? PG: Uptown baby, uptown baby We gets down baby, up for the crown baby (x2) Yo, the RM-80, is parked in the lot Right next to the Mercedes, keep the heat cocked For these blocks that are shady, you're crazy if you walk around thinking shit's gravy; stop me? Maybe I'm livin life lawless, makin big investments on them 8-class flawless, and hoes call us I'm comfortable like Ri-carro, two quarters of my life walkin roads type narrow, deep thoughts which I abide by Puffin high, got my mind's eye, points sharper than an arrow gettin high, keep your eye on the sparrow Riches like the pharoahe, bought a new five with the snitches for these hoes, trunk full of ammo Keep my toast closer than most niggaz keep they own shadow and I strap for my foes like a saddle I rock stones, other niggaz rock gravel Talk shit? Whatever have you, I'm from Soundview Bronx most wanted, front get confronted Playa, we rollin deep in the one point five hundreds Like Big I., red eyed, mad blunted You step outside and get blooded have your whole block flooded With the Bronx it's a warnin, stormin guns out From, Dusk Til Dawn and it's on, no doubt Keep a eye on yo' bitch when I'm roamin about And put a eye on yo' lip nigga, watch yo' mouth I'm from the Bronx, wipe yo' feet when you step in my house cause youse a small-time nigga, bout a half an ounce now *Repeat Uh, Peter Gunz like what Uh, The Lord Tariq is like what Uh, Soundview like what Uh, one-seventy-fourth like what Uh, Money Boss like what Uh, The Gun Runners like what Uh, and KNS like what Uh, and Uptown like what Shao-lin, play, play on Strong Isle, play play on and a Mt. Vern, play play on And Yonkers, play play on and a Puttin' it down for N.Y. ya know what I mean N.Y. and world wide |
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| 4:25 |
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*Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us We the type of people make the club get crunk (x2) Many a day has passed, the night has gone by But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent We takin another route to represent the Dungeon Family Like Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back way We stabbing every city then we headed to that bat cave A-T-L, Georgia, what we do for ya Bull doggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas Boy you sounding silly, thank my Brougham aint sittin pretty Doing doughnuts round you suckas like then circles around titties Damn we the committee gone burn it down But us gone bust you in the mouth with the chorus now *Repeat (x2) I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game To stimulate then activate the left and right brain Said baby boy you only funky as your last cut You focus on the past your ass'll be a has what Thats one to live by or either that one to die to I try to just throw it at you determine your own adventure Andre, got to her station here's my destination She got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hours Took a shower kinda sour cause my favorite group ain't comin with it But I'm witcha you cause you probably goin through it anyway But anyhow when in doubt went on out and bought it Cause I thought it would be jammin but examine all the flawsky-wawsky Awfully, it's sad and it's costly, but that's all she wrote And I hope I never have to float in that boat Up shit creek it's weak is the last quote That I want to hear when I'm goin down when all's said and done And we got a new joe in town When the record player get to skippin and slowin down All yawl can say is them niggas earned that crown but until then... *Repeat (x3) |
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| 4:25 |
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Man man, look up at the sky
All the stars man, the stars is beautiful tonight Look at em! *Ghetto superstar, that is what you are Comin from afar, reachin for the stars Run away with me, to another place We can rely on each other, uh-huh From one corner, to another, uh-huh Uh, yeah, yo, yo Some got, hopes and dreams, we got, ways and means The surpreme dream team, always up with the schemes From hubcaps to sellin raps, name your theme My rise to the top, floatin on this cream Who the hell wanna stop me, I hated those who doubt me A million ReFugees with unlimited warranties Black Ceasar, dating top skeezers Diplomatic legalese, no time for a Visa They just begun, I'ma shoot them one by one Got five sides to me, somethin like a pentagon Strike with the forces of King Solomon Lettin bygones be bygones, and so on, and so on I'ma teach this cat, how to live in the ghetto Keepin it retro-spective from the get go Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo P-P-Politic with ghetto senators on the deelow *Repeat One two, and you don't stop, yo My eyes is sore, bein a senator Behind closed doors hittin truth to the seafloor The rich go North ignore, the tug of war While the kids are poor, open new and better drug stores So I became hardcore, couldn't take it no more I'ma reveal EVERYTHING, change the law I find myself, walkin the streets Tryin to find what's really goin on in the streets Yea, yo, yo, yo Now every dog got his day, needless to say When the chief away that's when them cats want to play I told you, mess around you fools like Cassius Clay Stretch my heater make you do a pas de bourree Kick your balls like Pele, pick em doin ballet Peak like Dante, broader than Broadway Get applause like a matador, cry yellin !Ole! Who the hell wanna save me, from B.K., to Cali Come on *Repeat Yeah... yo, yeah Just when you thought it was safe in a common place Showcase your finest is losin fast in the horse race Two faced, gettin defaced, out like Scarface Throw your roll money, let me put on my screwface Well I'm paranoid at the things I said Wonderin what's the penalty from day to day, I'm hangin out partyin with girls that never die, you see I was pickin on the small fries, my campaign tellin lies Was just spreadin my love, didn't know my love was the one holdin the gun and the glove But it's all good as long as it's understand It's all together now, in the hooooooooooood *Repeat (x2) Sing it baby, sing it babyeeeeeeeeee To another, aheoehahahahhhhhhhhh Yeahhhh, heeeee, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh |
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| 3:54 |
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Yo what the deal baby I see ya aight
Still not a playa but you still a hata Ha, Pun here where my horns at Where my horns? (Horns sounding) *Fa ye da da ya da da da da Fa ye da da ya da da da **Pun you came up What what, makin it happen From rappin on the corner of blocks we going platinum But when we roll, are you still ready to ride Yo I be ready to ride and I be ready to die (x2) Ay yo my word is born long as I'm alive I'ma put it on Could'a gone to gee shit, thug nigga till I'm gone Where to Bronx I'm flippin, five boroughs thoroughly reppin' Lets unite the city and step to the world as a weapon Cuz everybody's checkin for Pun second to none Cuz Latins going platinum was destine to come The inevitable, heavenly better than whatever you do We eligible, GS's incredibly credible For the revenue we gettin you open with lyrical dope And these breaths that are potent is like an injectional dose [Big Pun and Noreaga] And it never quits Take it from TS's top terrorist Rapper slash hijacker bombin' tracks ever since I was young, I wasn't always Big Pun It wasn't always this fun, ay yo I rose from the slums I had to pay my due, lay a few But I ain't sayin who, stayin' true to da game No names, playin' it cool just me and da crew Holdin' it down long as we round We gonna keep sockin' it to you like Homey the Clown Going down like Pac ready to ride or die nigga La da le la la la la la **Repeat (x2) Ay yo aint nothin' changed I'm still the same The way you remembered me since the centipede Harder, big blacker back in the seventies Try to remember me from my aggressive will The way I kept it real is more important than any record deal I used to chill on da block with Cuban and Seis I'm still do but now it's in the blue convertible eight...fifty My true niggaz will always be wit me The shifty kiss me, tell me they miss me, then try to dis me Cuz I'm rispy crispy for life sixties the price Another fifty for the Cuban twisted in ice Niggaz is shiest but I sike em out Though they like to doubt I make them all believers once I let the Tyson out Cuz I can vouch for only a few only the crew From the old school I consider loyally true I'm morally rude from a fool to a scholar Follow the rules on how to spot a plotta that's cool for a dolla I wanna holla at my peeps that reppin' the streets Wrestlin the beast of chest restin' in peace Blessin' my seeds and watchin' over us Til I die them souls of mine I'll align the souls of mine And shine for all of us **Repeat (x2) *Repeat (x2) |
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| 11. |
| 4:20 |
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Uh, ha What you thinkin' about?
You and me baby goin' one-on-one (say what) JD y'all (uh huh, So So Def) MC y'all (what you think about) I'm the man to fulfill your needs Get you everything that you see in your dreams (c'mon) Baby, let nothing and nobody tear us apart If forever you'll be my sweetheart Boy, haven't you noticed (say what) The gleam in my eyes (uh, huh) Because of you I'm a little hypnotized (yeah) But everytime you're with me (uh) Feel so positive That with you a little love Somethings gotta give *A full moon is waiting in the twilight Maybe soon you will come to be my knight Here we are Hoping that we'll never part Stay with me **Baby, won't you be my sweetheart (my sweetheart) We can share a storybook romance What you think about What you think about You and me, baby, goin' one-on-one Won't you be my sweetheart (my sweetheart) We can share a storybook romance What you think about What you think about You and me, baby, goin' one-on-one Just deep in love You are no Casanova (ha, ha, ha) I'll know that you'll be true And that's why (uh) I'm so in love with you (me, too) But this romantic evening You led me at my door (yeah, yeah) But tonight, I'd like us to explore *Repeat **Repeat Na, na, na, na, na (say what) Na, na, na, na, na (like that) Na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na (bring it down, ooh) Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (putcha hand in the air) JD y'all MC y'all See, I saw you at the party With your eyes on me Fittin' the description Of what I want my bride to be (ha, ha) As live as me Don't know the same guys as me But a lot of style Unusual name like Ivory I agree with my niggas You the baddest I ever seen in a long time (uh) But woman with her own shine Is her own time And it's on hit Cuz I'm tired of dealin' With the wrong kind Getting non' but the bullshit She got a playa Tryin' to think of new things to say (sup, baby) She up in the corner Sippin' Don P, Rosee` (yeah) Shakin' it up with the homegirls Payin' no attention to us They in they own world 'Hey, yo, girl' I'm the man to fulfill your needs Get you everything you see in your dreams Baby, let nothing and nobody tear us apart If forever you'll be my sweetheart Sounds so right (uh, huh) The mood is right Say what MC, baby, sing it to me To keep me warm Away from harm Nowhere better than my baby's arms Sounds so right (uh, huh) The mood is right Say what MC, baby, sing it to me To keep me warm Away from harm C'mon, baby, you can be my Won't you be my Sweetheart Sweetheart **Repeat Mariah, you're on fire JD y'all You know I need your love, romance Yeah, yeah, me too All that shit |
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| 4:15 |
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[Puff Daddy]
Hey yo Mase, you know what I don't like? (Why you over there lookin' at me) I don't like when, you know, I'm in a club (Why you over there lookin' at me) And I'm with my honey (Why you over there lookin' at me) You got, you know, the haters They wanna be tough guys all of the sudden *Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here x4 [Repeat 1 while] Hit you with the ice grill, you know Hehe, cause you boys ain't with you Little do they know, your girl roll harder than Some of yo niggas Dig? [Mase] Now what the hell is you lookin' for? Can't a young man get money anymore? Let my pants sag down to the floor Really do it matter as long as I score? Can't my car look better than yours? Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws Come to see me without no drawers In a stretch Lex with about ten doors? How is murder? P. Diddy name me pretty Did it for the money, now can you get with me? People wanna know who is he, he get busy Spray so much izzy, girls get dizzy Niggas on the block know Mase motto One thing about Harlem World, we all got dough 98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe Case I'm every chased by a Donny Brascoe *Repeat x4 [Mase] Yo, I can't get mad cuz you look at me Cuz on the real, look at me Yo, it always be the haters that be sittin' in the rear Dissin' every gear, but they better listen here You cats keepin' it real, you cats is on yo own Cuz bein' broke and alone is something I can't condone Plus it won't be long till they send me the dome Sit gently, while I'm on the Bentley phone Why you don't like me? Cuz I'm mad fly and icy? And why you can't satisfy yo wifey And if it wasn't for this Bad Boy exposure CD, TV's, really would I know ya Now me and blink float in the gold Rover So it's only right you get the cold shoulder And if you got a girl, don't be real committed Cuz Mase will hit it, you got to deal with it *Repeat x4 Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on) (4x) We don't stop [Mase] We was all at the Greek fest, it's hot and sandy I rent scooters, I'm with my family Tank top, flip flop, really nothing fancy But get approached by a girl named Tammy Who looked good enough to be Miss Miami But say, since some her peeps call her Candy Than she starts to ask about Aaliyah and Brandy Tellin' me how she met Puff down at the Grammy's He ain't tell you I was the one with no panties? Boo, you know how many he meet with no panties? Please, tell me something that I don't know Like if we have sex, you don't want dough And if it's not a problem you can meet me at 10 I'll be in room 112 and bring four friends And if you gon' hit me, it gotta be a quickie And please no hickies, cuz wifey's with me *Repeat x8 |
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*Now you caught me heart for the evening
Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things Should I just sit out or come harder? Help me find my way Messing me up, my whole head Teasing me, just like Tisha, did Martin Now look at what you're starting Schoolboy's crush and it ain't on the hush The whole world sees it but you can't (uh) My peoples they complain, sitt and rave and rant (come on) Your name is out my mouth like an ancient chant (say what?) Got me like a dog as I pause and pant... Speaking of which, got a leash and I wish just to rock you miss (come on) Make a militant move, peep my strategy (what?) End of the day you're not mad at me (uh) Not dealing with nobody, now that's what you told me (what?) I said: "hey yo, it's cool, we can just be friendly" (come on) 'Cause yo, picture me messing it up Her mind not corrupt with the ill C-Cups Shit, I'm on my J.O. (come on) Bullshitting, hoping that the day goes slow (what?) Got me like a friend, what confuses me though Is kisses when we greet, tell me what's the dill yo? (dill yo, yo, yo...) *Repeat (x2) Now why you wanna go and do that, love, huh? Making things for me towards you harder Killing me, just when I think we're there You got the whole vibe and the flows in the air Telling me 'bout next man But next man ain't the nigga with the plan Who got your heart in mind? It's about time that you just unwind (come on) And let it just happen, make it front-free (uh) Just sweat me like Moneypenny (uh) Digging you, getting inside of your stee (what?) It's the Quest that keeping you company Forever, or however you want it Word word, now wait a minute now before you jet it to the curb (yeah, yeah) Start to make affections, which is good not the herb But it, it ain't me, and I, I ain't blurred (uh) I'ma still just chill with you Maybe things could change if you change your view (come on) If not then I guess it is cool (yeah) just, to keep to yourself and adbide by the rules, right check it out now... check it out now... like that now... check it out now... wha wha now... check it out now... yeah yeah now... check it out now... check it out now... it's like that now... check it out now... yeah yeah now... check it out now... what you say, what? what? *Repeat (x4) |
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