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what you gonna do with all that junk
all that junk inside that trunk? I’ma get, get, get, get, u drunk, Get you love drunk off my hump. My hump X8 My lovely little lumps, Check it outs I drive these brothers crazy, I do it on the daily, They treat me really nicely, They buy me all these iceies. Dolce & Gabbana, Fendi and ADDANNA KIRAN GOT ME sharin’ All their money got me wearin fly , whether I ain’t askin, They say they love my ass ‘n, Seven Jeans, True Religion, I say no, but they keep givin’ So I keep on takin’ And no I ain’t takin’ We can keep on datin’ Now keep on demonstrating. My love, my love, my love, my love You love my lady lumps, My hump, my hump, my hump, My humps they got u, She’s got me spending. (Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me and spend YOUR time on me. She’s got me spendin’. (Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me, (uh) on me, on me What you gonna do with all that junk? All that junk inside that trunk? I’m a get, get, get, get, you drunk, Get you love drunk off my hump. What u goin’ do with all that ass? All that ass inside them jeans? I’m a make, make, make, make you scream Make u scream, make you scream. Cause of my hump, X7 my lovely lady lumps, check it out! I met a girl down at the disco. She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go I could be your baby, you can be my honey Lets spend time not money. mix your milk wit my cocoa puff, Milky, milky cocoa, Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight They say YOUR really sexy, The boys they wanna sex me. They always standing next to me, Always dancing next to me, Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump. Lookin’ at my lump, lump. U can look but you can’t touch it, If u touch it I’m a start some drama, You don’t want no drama, No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama So don’t pull on my hand boy, You ain’t my man, boy, I’m just tryn’a dance boy, And move my hump. My hump, X10 My lovely lady lumps (x3) In the back and in the front. My lovin’ got u, She’s got me spendin’. (Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me. She’s got me spendin’. (Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me. What you gon’ do with all that junk? All that junk inside that trunk? I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk, Get you love drunk off my hump. What u goin’ do wit all that ass? All that ass inside them jeans? I’ma make, make, make, make you scream, Make u scream, make u scream What you goin’ do with all that junk? All that junk inside that trunk? I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk, Get you love drunk off this hump. What you gon’ do with all that breast? All that breast inside that shirt? I’ma make, make, make, make you work Make you work, work, make you work |
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Dis is the point when
I need everybody get to the dance floor It's like that y'all that y'all that y'all that y'all Da da da da, I like that y'all that y'all that y'all that y'all that y'all that y'all Like da da da da, I like that y'all that y'all I came to have a party Open up the Bacardi Feeling so hot tamale Boy I know you watchin' me So what's it gonna be Purple taking me higher I'm lifted and I like it Boy you got me inspired Baby, come and get it If you're really feeling me Cause it's my night No stress no fights I'm leaving it all behind No tears no time to cry Just making the most of life Everybody is livin' it up All the fellas keep lookin' at us cause Me and my girls on the floor like what While the DJ keeps on spinning the cut It's like that y'all that y'all that y'all that y'all It's like da da da da, I like that y'all that y'all that y'all that y'all that y'all that y'all It's like da da da da It's like that y'all that y'all You like this and you know it Caution, it's so explosive Them chickens is ash and I'm lotion Baby come and get it Let me give you what you need It's a special occasion Mimi's emancipation A cause for celebration I ain't gonna let nobody's drama bother me Cause it's my night No stress no fights I'm leaving it all behind No tears no time to cry Just making the most of life Everybody is livin' it up All the fellas keep lookin' at us cause Me and my girls on the floor like what While the DJ keeps on spinning the cut It's like that y'all that y'all that y'all that y'all da da da da I like that y'all that y'all that y'all that y'all that y'all that y'all da da da da It's like that y'all that y'all Cause it's my night No stress no fights I'm leaving it all behind No tears no time to cry Just making the most of life Everybody is livin' it up All the fellas keep lookin' at us cause Me and my girls on the floor like what While the DJ keeps on spinning the cut It's like that y'all that y'all that y'all that y'all da da da da I like that y'all that y'all that y'all that y'all that y'all that y'all da da da da It's like that y'all that y'all This is my night |
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[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah... Uh huh So seductive [Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia] [50 Cent] I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go 'head girl, don't you stop Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa) [Olivia] I'll take you to the candy shop Boy one taste of what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] You can have it your way, how do you want it You gon' back that thing up or should I push up on it Temperature risin, okay let's go to the next level Dance floor jam packed, hot as a tea kettle I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple If you be a nympho, I'll be a nypmho In the hotel or in the back of the rental, On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor Have your friends teasin' you 'bout how sprung I gotcha Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider I'm a seasoned vet when it come to this shit After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha) [Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia] [50 Cent] I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go 'head girl, don't you stop Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa) [Olivia] I'll take you to the candy shop With one taste of what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa) [Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia] Girl what we do (what we do) And where we do (and where we do) The things we do (things we do) Are just between me and you (oh yeah) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Give it to me baby, nice and slow Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo You ain't never heard a sound like this before 'Cause I ain't never put it down like this Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin' on my zipper It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch her in thongs Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone I touch the right spot at the right time Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind So seductive, you should see the way she winds Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind As long as she ain't stoppin, homie I ain't stoppin' Drippin' wet with sweat man it's on and popping All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle it's on And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone [Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia] [50 Cent] I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go 'head girl, don't you stop Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa) [Olivia] I'll take you to the candy shop Boy one taste of what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa) [Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia] [50 Cent] I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go 'head girl, don't you stop Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa) [Olivia] I'll take you to the candy shop Boy one taste of what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa) |
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I need to recruit all the soldiers
All of God's soldiers We at war... We at war with society, racism, terrorism But most of all...we at war with ourselves (Jesus walks) God show me the way because the devil trying to break me down (Jesus walks with me, with me, with me, with me, with me) You know what the mid-west is? Young and Restless Where restless (niggas) might snatch your necklace And next these (niggas) might jack your Lexus Somebody tell these (niggas) who Kanye West is. I walk through the valley where the shadow of death is. Top floor of the view alone will leave you breathless Try to catch it ... it's kind of hard Getting choked by detectives yeah yeah now check the method. They be asking us questions, harass and arrest us Saying We eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast Huh? Y'all eat pieces of shit what's the basis? We ain't going no where but got suits and cases. A trunk full of coke, rental car from Avis. My momma used to say only Jesus can save us. Well momma I know I act a fool But I'll be gone til November. I got packs to move I hope. Chorus (2x) (Jesus walks) God show me the way because the devil trying to break me down (Jesus walks with me) The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now. (Jesus walks) And I don't think there's nothing I can do to right my wrong (Jesus walks with me) I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long (I want Jesus) To the hustlers, killers, murderers, drug dealers even the scrimpers... (Jesus walks with them!) To the victims of welfare feel we living in hell here, hell yea... (Jesus walks with them!) Now hear ye hear ye wanna see thee more clearly I know He hear me when my feet get weary Cause we're the almost nearly extinct We rappers is role models we rap we don't think I ain't here to argue about his facial features Or here to convert atheists into believers I'm just trying to say the way school need teachers The way Kathy Lee needed Regis that's the way I need Jesus So here go my single dawg radio needs this They said you can rap about anything except for Jesus That means guns, sex, lies, videotape But if I talk bout God my record won't get played Huh? Well if this take away from my spins Which will probably take away from my ends Then I hope it take away from my sins And bring the day that I'm dreamin 'bout Next time I'm in the club everybody screaming out... (Jesus walks) God show me the way because the devil trying to break me down (Jesus walks with me) The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now. (Jesus walks) And I don't think there's nothing I can do to right my wrong (Jesus walks with me) I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long (I want Jesus) |
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Uh-huh, this my shit
All the girls stomp your feet like this A few times I've been around that track So it's not just gonna happen like that 'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl I ain't no hollaback girl A few times I've been around that track So it's not just gonna happen like that 'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl I ain't no hollaback girl Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [Repeat 4x] I heard that you were talking shit And you didn't think that I would hear it People hear you talking like that Getting everybody fired up So I'm ready to attack, gonna lead the pack Gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out That's right, put your pom-poms down Getting everybody fired up A few times I've been around that track So it's not just gonna happen like that 'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl I ain't no hollaback girl A few times I've been around that track So it's not just gonna happen like that 'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl I ain't no hollaback girl Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [Repeat 4x] So that's right dude, meet me at the bleachers No principals, no student teachers Both of us wanna be the winner But there can only be one So I'm gonna fight, gonna give it my all Gonna make you fall, gonna sock it to you That's right, I'm the last one standing Another one bites the dust A few times I've been around that track So it's not just gonna happen like that 'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl I ain't no hollaback girl A few times I've been around that track So it's not just gonna happen like that 'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl I ain't no hollaback girl Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [Repeat 4x] Lemme hear you say "This shit is bananas" B-A-N-A-N-A-S "This shit is bananas" B-A-N-A-N-A-S Again! "This shit is bananas" B-A-N-A-N-A-S "This shit is bananas" B-A-N-A-N-A-S A few times I've been around that track So it's not just gonna happen like that 'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl I ain't no hollaback girl A few times I've been around that track So it's not just gonna happen like that 'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl I ain't no hollaback girl Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [Repeat 4x] |
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I know you like me
I know you like me I know you do I know you do Thats why whenever I come around She's all over you I know you want it I know you want it It's easy to see it's easy to see And in the back of your mind I know you should be fucking with me Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me Don't cha wish your girlfriend was freak like me Don't cha Don't cha Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me Don't cha Don't cha Fight the feeling fight the feeling Leave it alone leave it alone Cause if it ain't love It just aint enough to leave my happy home Let's keep it friendly let's keep it friendly You have to play fair you have to play fair See I dont care But I know She ain't gonna wanna share Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me Don't cha wish your girlfriend was freak like me Don't cha Don't cha Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me Don't cha Don't cha I know she loves you I know she loves you I understand I understand I probably be just as crazy about you If you where my own man Maybe next lifetime maybe next lifetime Possibly possibly Until then old friend Your secret is safe with me Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me Don't cha wish your girlfriend was freak like me Don't cha Don't cha Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me Don't cha Don't cha |
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Let's get it crunk
we gon' have fun Up on in this dance for me We got ya open now ya floatin' So you gots to dance for me Don't need no hateration holleratin' In this dance for me Let's get it percolatin' while you're waiting So just dance for me Come on everybody get on up Cause you know we gots to get it crunk Mary J is in the spot tonight As I'm a make it feel alright Make it feel alright Come on baby just party with me Let loose and set your body free Leave your situations at the door So when you step inside jump on the floor Let's get it crunk we gon' have fun Up on in this dance for me We got ya open now ya floatin' So you gots to dance for me Don't need no hateration holleratin' In this dance for me Let's get it percolatin' while you're waiting So just dance for me It's only gonna be about a matter of time Before you get loose and start loose your mind Cop you a drink go head and rock your ice Cause we celebrating No More Drama in our life With a great track pumpin' everybody's jumpin' Goin ahead and twist your back and get your body bumpin' I told you leave your situations at the door So grab somebody and get your ass on the dance floor Let's get it crunk we gon' have fun Up on in this dance for me We got ya open now ya floatin' So you gots to dance for me Don't need no hateration holleratin' In this dance for me Let's get it percolatin' while you're waiting So just dance for me We don't need no haters Just try to love one another We just want y' all have a good time No more drama in your life Work real hard to make a dime If you got beef your problem not mine Leave all that BS outside We're gonna celebrate all night Let's have fun tonight no fights Turn the great track way Making you dance all night and I Got some real heat for ya this time Doesn't matter if you're white or black Let's get crunk cuz Mary's back Let's get it crunk we gon' have fun Up on in this dance for me We got ya open now ya floatin' So you gots to dance for me Don't need no hateration holleratin' In this dance for me Let's get it percolatin' while you're waiting So just dance for me Let's get it crunk we gon' have fun Up on in this dance for me We got ya open now ya floatin' So you gots to dance for me Don't need no hateration holleratin' In this dance for me Let's get it percolatin' while you're waiting So just dance for me Let's get it crunk we gon' have fun Up on in this dance for me We got ya open now ya floatin' So you gots to dance for me Don't need no hateration holleratin' In this dance for me Let's get it percolatin' while you're waiting So just dance for me Let's get it crunk we gon' have fun Up on in this dance for me We got ya open now ya floatin' So you gots to dance for me Don't need no hateration holleratin' In this dance for me Let's get it percolatin' while you're waiting So just dance for me |
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I'm going down down baby
yo street in a Range Rover Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now Light it up and take a puff pass it to me now I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now Light it up and take a puff pass it to me now You can find me in St Louis rollin on dubs Smoking dubs in clubs blowin up like cocoa puff Sippin Bud gettin perved and getting dubbed Daps and hugs mean mugs and shoulder shrugs And it's all because accumulated enough stretch Just to navigate it fully decorated on chrome And it's candy painted fans fainted While I'm entertaining wild ain't it How me and mugs I hang with Hannibal Lector So feel me when I bring it sing it loud wha I'm from the Loop and I'm proud Run a mile for the cause I'm righteous above the law Playa my style's raw I'm Born to Mack like Todd Shaw Forget the fame and the glamour Give me D's wit a rubber hammer My grammar be's ebonics gin tonic and chronic Fuck bionic it's ironic slammin niggas like Onyx Lunatics til the day I die I run more game then the Bulls and Sonics I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now Light it up and take a puff pass it to me now I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now Light it up and take a puff pass it to me now Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggas Loud niggas O K Corral niggas Foul niggas run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga How nigga ask me again it's going down nigga Now nigga come to the circus and watch me clown nigga Pound nigga what you be givin when I'm around nigga Frown niggas talkin shit when I leave the town nigga Say now can you hoes come out to play now Hey I'm ready to cut you up any day now Play by my rules boo and you gon' stay high May I answer yo third question like hey I Say hi to my niggas left in the slamma From St Louis to Memphis From Texas back up to Indiana Chi Town K C Motown to Alabama L A New York Yankee niggas to Hotlanta Louisiana All my niggas wit Country Grammar Smokin blunts in Savannah Blow thirty mill like I'm Hammer I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now Light it up and take a puff pass it to me now I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now Light it up and take a puff pass it to Let's show these cats to make these millions So you niggas quit acting silly mon My Kid quicker than Billy mon Talking really and I need it mon foes I keep filly mon Specially off Remi mon keys to my Beemer mon Holla at Beenie Man see me mon Cheifin rollin deeper than any mon through Jennings mon Through U City back up to Kingsland wit nice niggas Sheist niggas who snatch yo life nigga trife niggas Who produce and sell the same beat twice nigga ice nigga All over close to never sober From broke to havin dough 'cause my price Range is Rover Now I'm knockin like Jehovah Let me in now let me in now Bill Gates Donald Trumph let me in we spin now I got money to lend my friends now we in now Candy Benz Kenwood and 10's we in now lesbian twins now Seein now through the pen I make my ends now I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now Light it up and take a puff pass it to me now I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now Light it up and take a puff pass it to me now |
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Pick up your phone I'm on the request line[Scratching] This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive [Chorus] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)*Backwards 2x* If you got a big [elephant], let me search it To find out how hard I gotta work ya It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)*Backwards 2x* [Verse 1] I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya Your girl acting stank than call me ova Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Call before you come, I need to shave my chocha You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha Go downtown and eat it like a vulcha See my hips and my tips don't cha See my ass and my lips don't cha Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya This the kinda beat that go bha ta ta Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta Sex me so good I say blah blah blah Work it, I need a glass of wata Boy oh boy its good to know ya [repeat chorus] [verse 2] If you're a fly gyal, then get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toasta Lets get drunk, its gon bring us closa Don't I look like a HalleBerry posta? See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me neva You won't find a bitch that's even betta I make it hot as Las Vegas weatha Listen up close while I take you backwards (Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards)*Backwards* I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want I love your braids and your mouth full of fonts Love the way my ass bump bump bump bump bump bump Keep your eyes on my bump bump bump bump bump And think you can handle this ga-dunk ga-dunk dunk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do [repeat chorus] [verse 3] Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys ???? thanga thang, ???? thanga thang Girls, girls, get that cash If its not a foul shakin that ass Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang Just make sure you ahead of tha game Just cuz I got a lot of fame supa Prince couldn't get me change my name howpa Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no se Picture black sayin oh yesa massa Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minute man big red can outlast ya Who is the best, I don't have to ask ya When I come out, you won't even matta Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh So you act dumb like ughhh, duh And the drummer boy go pa rum pum pum pum Give ya some some, some of this in a bun [repeat chorus] To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that [scratching] To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God |
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Yo mic check mic check
Yeah here you go Nah he he over here Yeah I heard he got that hot new thing It's called switch Let's get it going Hey turn it over and hit it Turn around now switch Turn it over and hit it Hey vibe to vibe a second it's a club girl why you arrived naked Hear that how the veteran glide the record But don't download go out and buy the record Hey some sexy bout her Girl on the floor all her friends around her I mean real clean ain't gotta touch or nothing It ain't like I like a chick on chick or something I'm just a sucker for a hot track Gimme a drink and a chick to tell stop that Dance is a hop and a clap flip it round Now bring it on back break it down Hey turn it over and hit it Turn around now switch Turn it over and hit it Woo la la la Hey turn it over and hit it Turn around now switch Turn it over and hit it Uh Uh Woo la la la I gotta question I need to ask somebody Why is it that when Y'all see me at the party Y'all be looking like Ooh he a movie star He ain't supposed to be out on the floor with everybody But oh wait whoa y'all forgetting When I was amateur spitting before the scripts were written First one in last one out the club Bursting in passing out in the club Back at it this cat is the wit and the charm Taking you higher like a syringe hittin ya arm Bringing the fire making your Benz ring the alarm Let me see you clap spin baby come on Hey turn it over and hit it Turn around now switch Turn it over and hit it Woo la la la Hey turn it over and hit it Turn around now switch Turn it over and hit it Uh Uh Woo la la la Hey Hey Oh you just gonna stand there huh What you too cute to dance or you scared It ain't really that hard to do and I aint trying to be in love with you and All I wanted was a moment or two the See if you could do that switch a roo and Shut your mouth fool get your crew and The thick body and the rear one too and I'll be right hear waiting on you to See if y'all can do that switch a roo Hey Hey That's what I'm talking bout do that thing ma That's what I'm talking bout do that thing ma That's what I'm talking bout do that thing ma That's what I'm talking bout Hey turn it over and hit it Turn around now switch Turn it over and hit it Woo la la la Hey turn it over and hit it Turn around now switch Turn it over and hit it Uh Uh Woo la la la Hey turn it over and hit it Turn around now switch Turn it over and hit it Woo la la la Hey turn it over and hit it Turn around now switch Turn it over and hit it Uh Uh Woo la la la Switch |
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Yesssirrr!
[ - Pharrell Williams & Vanessa Marquez] [V] Can I get more thrills? [P] You know you want some more girl, so come on [V] Can I get more thrills? [P] You know you want some more girl, so come on Let's get blowwwwwnnnn.. let's get blowwwwwnnnn.. Looking at the ladies, all of them fly I don't know which one I want dawg I can't make up my mind, girl So won't you make it easy on me? Take this drink, then hit this weed Two step wit me, let's slip to the dance floor On and on and on and on we go I'll dip you if you want me to You see I really wanna get a little front wit you, bigidy bump wit you A nigga wanna hump you and then just comfort you And then I'll pop the top and lay you on the cot, and get you nice and hot Yeah yeah, it's all to the real We could do it like Guy, c'mon girl "Let's Chill" Now you can fly the friendly skies With the S-N double O-P D-O double G-Y Now don't ask why, just keep looking good in the hood Damn girl, you so fly! We could do what you want to You say you drink Alize or was is Malibu? It don't really matter though You remind me of the time when I had a ho She kept telling me Doggy Dogg I gotta go So I let her get in the wind and co-macked her friend 2 plus 2, it equals 4, this is some shit that could last forever more I'm trying to put my bid in, naw I'm just kidding Come on ma get in, and don't ask where we going Pimping and hoeing, drink pouring and weed blowing, you know it c'mon! I've been looking at you, from the corner of my eyes Checking out your hips, lips, tits and your theighs I've been wanting to do you, for a mighty long time You make a pimp wanna sing I - I - I We'll head to the hills, your dreams I'll fulfill We could do it how you want, cause I'm oh so real Tell me you, naw I won't squeal You wit Da Big Bo$$ Dogg so seal the deal Pharrell got the Babyface and Snoop got the Whip Appeal, so name the place This love I bring to you, on the real baby girl Won't you do me a favor and sing for Snoop You know you want it!! (if I got it I'm a give it to you) So come and get it!! (if I got it I'm a give it to you) If I got it (if I got it I'm a give it to you) (Then you can get it) Ya know! Hey!!! Oh!! Can I get more thrills? .. Can I get more thrills? |
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"Hey Sexy Lady"
(feat. Brian And Tony Gold) [Intro: Shaggy] Sexy, hot, I love your style girl, put it on me Brian and Tony Gold let the ladies know, they got it goin on Uh! Shaggy!!! [Chorus: Brian And Tony Gold (Shaggy)] Hey sexy lady, I like your flow Your body's bangin, out of controoooooool!!! (Uh!) You put it on me (That's right) ceiling to floor Only you can make me, scream and beg for moooooore!!! [Verse 1: Shaggy] Her body's callin bawlin got me crawlin up the wall and My size ain't small it's tall and catch here comes her clothes be fallin Her neighbor's callin bawlin all this noise is so appallin They must believe we're brawlin headboards band till early mornin [Chorus: Brian And Tony Gold (Shaggy)] Hey sexy lady (Uh!!) I like your flow Your body's bangin (Yo) out of controoooooool!!! (A big tune) You put it on me (Uh!!)) ceiling to floor (Ceiling to floor baby) Only you can make me (Uh) scream and beg for moooooore!!! [Verse 2: Shaggy] I was her father's choosin,performance left her snoozin Rug burns her knees we're bruised and, she's hooked ain't no refusin [Brian And Tony Gold:] I knew it all along (Uh!) she was the perfect one (What!!!) She really put it on (On me) I had to write a song [Chorus: Brian And Tony Gold (Shaggy)] Hey sexy lady (She's drivin me nuts) I like your flow (Uh! Uh!) Your body's bangin (Sexy Lady) out of controoooooool!!! (Sweet and nice) You put it on me (You know you got that figure) ceiling to floor Only you can make me (Wow) scream and beg for moooooore!!! [Verse 3: Brian And Tony Gold] Hey sexy lady you be fine drive me crazy movin on, and on, and on Hey sexy lady you be fine drive me crazy movin on, and on, and on [Shaggy (Brian And Tony Gold)] Gal your extra sexy like (Whoa) and you make me wanna say (Hi) And you shake you shake your thong (Low) Gal you wicked to ras it nah (Lie) Gal I like the way how you (Flow) everytime you pass me (By) Gal you wiggly jiggly and (Oh) and you wicked to ras it nah (Lie) [Chorus: Brian And Tony Gold (Shaggy)] Hey sexy lady (Uh!) I like your flow (Whaddat) Your body's bangin, out of controoooooool!!! You put it on me (Put it on me baby) ceiling to floor (Uh!!) Only you can make me (Only you) scream and beg for moooooore!!! [Outro: Shaggy] Uh, moist, ha ha ha ha ha ha |
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He says he needs you If it's real talk then why not make him wait for you If he really wants you If he really needs you Really got to have you Take your time and feel him out When is a good boy Really really good boy Why not let him lay with you That's when you give it to him good (Chorus:) Dip it low Pick it up slow Roll it all around Poke it out like your back broke Pop pop pop that thing Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo" Dip it low Pick it up slow Roll it all around Poke it out like your back broke Pop 't pop't pop't that thing Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo" You getting bold He growin' cold It's just the symptoms of young love Growin' old You think it's time And your thinking of leaving But give it time It's late at night He's coming home Meet him at the door with nothin' on Take him by the hand Let him know what's on If you understand me Yall come on All my ladies wind it up If you know just how to move (mooove) All my fellas jump behind And show her what you want to do (show her what you got daddy) All my ladies wind it up If you know just how to move All my fellas jump behind And show her what you want to do (ouuuh..wouh ouh) Dip it low Pick it up slow (ohhh) Roll it all around Poke it out like your back broke Pop't pop't pop't that thing Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo" (ima show you how to make him) Dip it low (ouhhh) Pick it up slow Roll it all around Poke it out like your back broke Pop't pop't pop't that thing Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo" We can move if you wanna We can move if you wanna We can mooove if you wanna We can mooooooove... Dip it low Pick it up slow (slowww) Roll it all around (ohhhh) Poke it out like your back broke Pop't pop'tpop't that thing (yeah) Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo" Dip it low Pick it up slow Roll it all around Poke it out like your back broke (come on come on come on) Pop pop pop that thing Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo" (ooooh) Dip it low Pick it up slow Roll it all around Poke it out like your back broke Pop pop pop that thing Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo" Dip it low Pick it up slow Roll it all around Poke it out like your back broke Pop't pop't pop't that thing Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo" |
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(Feat. 50 Cent) [TONY YAYO:] Aww nigga do you know what this is One shot one kill whats the deal G-UNIT! (here we go now!) Aww nigga do you know who you with It's tony yayo up in this bitch Got them german lugers with them hollow tips See shot ruegers with an extra clip [50 CENT:] 50 cent back on that gangsta shit On my way ot to flip them bricks In that big body benz you know its oh 6 Got your bitch on my dick i stack them chips And a flash as a fuck my jewels so sick From a block away you can see them kid Dont front mothafucka you know my style I dont go nowhere without my 40 cal On the low shorty gotta thing for the kid And you know im fin to take her back to the crib Here we go imma show her how a playa live At the door i tell her to take her clothes off...shit [HOOK:] [50 CENT] Shorty so seductive dancin on me Its the way that she move that makin me horny If i wake up next to her in the morning Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again YAYO - shorty so seductive dancin on me The way that she move is makin me horny If i wake up next to her in the morning Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again [TONY YAYO:] I put the g in g-unit baby i got game Head to go good to go and i dont know your name Is it the wheels on the hot car meals on the shock bar Or you just wanna quickie with a rap star Ladies tell the truth you know im cute But what really turns you on is the rims on my coupe Before you jump in my whip and you get dropped off You goin to the telly and you gettin popped off I cant stop thinkin of the things you do When your freakin me and im freakin you I said the ice on my neck make the shortys stare Baby let me fly you in my lair Stop slow down baby if you hear this in the club shake and go down baby Its past my curfew but parole don't know Tear up the club dont call my p.o. [HOOK:] [50 CENT] Shorty so seductive dancin on me Its the way that she move is makin me horny If i wake up next to her in the morning Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again YAYO - shorty so seductive dancin on me The way that she move is makin me horny If i wake up next to her in the morning Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again [TONY YAYO:] My waves be spinnin i charm the amazing women You know them black and them white and the asian women Lets cut the small talk you know why i approach you I can't stand when a dime act anti-social Gucci,lip gloss,louis baton,and the boots from batego vanetto cost a arm Yayos a don my car european You got mirrors in your pants cause i can see me in um Listen i piss out cris inhale haze In da marriot gettin laid all day Tattoos and piercings and rings in your tongue Shorty things like that will make my black ass cum I need groupie love the coupe on dubs Im in this club with a tre pound star Dont blame it on david im all iced out Cause 50 got me rich the bar all priced out [HOOK:] [50 CENT] Shorty so seductive dancin on me Its the way that she move is makin me horny If i wake up next to her in the morning Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again YAYO - shorty so seductive dancin on me The way that she move is makin me horny If i wake up next to her in the morning Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again |
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Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel (Chorus - Elton John:) Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns (2Pac) If I could recollect before my hood days I'd sit and reminisce, Thinkin' of bliss and the good days I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em They tested, it was stressed that they under In our days, things changed Everyone's ashamed to the youth cuz the truth looks strange And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts cause any day they'll push the button and all good men like Malcolm X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly there's no need for you to fear me if you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me it aint about black or white, cuz we're human I hope we see the light before its ruined my ghetto gospel (Chorus - Elton John:) Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns (2Pac) Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy Guess she's given birth to a baby I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan We jump into another form of slavery Even now I get discouraged Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage I refuse to be a role model I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle I make mistakes, but learn from every one And when its said and done I bet this Brotha be a better one If I'm upset, you don't stress Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet I feel his hand on my brain When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the Lord do his thang But am I less holy Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies Before we find world peace We gotta find peace in that war on the streets My ghetto gospel (Chorus - Elton John:) Those who wish to follow me (Yeah My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns (2Pac) Lord can you hear me speak!! To pay the price of being hell bound... |
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Da ddy Yan kee zumbale mambo pa' que mi gata prenda los motores zumbale mambo pa' que mi gata prenda los motores zumbale mambo pa' que mi gata prenda los motoes Que se preparen que lo que viene es pa que le den Duro Mamita yo se que tu no te me vas a quitar Duro Lo que me gusta es que tu te dejas llevar Duro To' los weekend'es ella sale a vacilar Duro Mi gata no para de janguear porque A ella le gusta la gasolina Dame mas gasolina Como le encanta la gasolina Dame mas gasolina A ella le gusta la gasolina Dame mas gasolina Como le encanta la gasolina Dame mas gasolina Ella prende las turbinas No discrimina No se pierde ni un party de marquesina Se asicala hasta pa' la esquina Luce tan bien que hasta la sombra le combina Asesina me domina Janguea en carros motoras y limosinas Llena su tanque de adrenalina Cuando escucha reggaeton en las bocinas A ella le gusta la gasolina Dame mas gasolina Como le encanta la gasolina Dame mas gasolina A ella le gusta la gasolina Dame mas gasolina Como le encanta la gasolina Dame mas gasolina Aqui nosotros somos los mejores no te me ajores En la pista nos llaman Los Matadores Tu haces que cualquiera se enamore Cuando bailas al ritmo de los tambores Esto va pa' las gatas de to's colores Pa' las mayores pa' las menores Pa' las que son mas zorras que los cazadores Pa' las mujeres que no apagan sus motores Tenemos tu y yo algo pendiente Tu me debes algo y lo sabes Conmigo ella se pierde No le rinde cuentas a nadie Tenemos tu y yo algo pendiente Tu me debes algo y lo sabes Conmigo ella se pierde No le rinde cuentas a nadie Zumbale mambo pa' que mis gatas prendan los motores Zumbale mambo pa' que mis gatas prendan los motores Zumbale mambo pa' que mis gatas prendan los motores Que se preparen que lo que viene es pa' que le den Duro Mamita yo se que tu no te me vas a quitar Duro Lo que me gusta es que tu te dejas llevar Duro To' los weekend'es ella sale a vacilar Duro Mi gata no para de janguear porque A ella le gusta la gasolina Dame mas gasolina Como le encanta la gasolina Dame mas gasolina A ella le gusta la gasolina Dame mas gasolina Como le encanta la gasolina Dame mas gasolina |
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Come Mr DJ
song pon de replay Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up Come Mr DJ song pon de replay Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up it goes 1 by 1 even 2 by 2 everybody on the floor let me show you how we do lets go dip it low then you bring it up slow wind it up 1 time wind it back once more Run Run Run Run Everybody move run Lemme see you move and Rock it til the grooves done Shake it til the moon becomes the sun Sun Everybody in the club give me a run Run If you ready to move say it Yeah One time for your mind say it Yeah Yeah Well i'm ready for ya Come let me show ya You want to groove im'a show you how to move Come Come Mr DJ song pon de replay Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up Come Mr DJ song pon de replay Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up Hey Mr Please Mr DJ Tell me if you hear me Turn the music up Hey Mr Hey Mr Please Mr DJ Tell me if you hear me Turn the music up It goes 1 by 1 even 2 by 2 Everybody in the club gon be rockin when i'm through Let the bass from the speakers run through ya sneakers Move both ya feet and run to the beat Run Run Run Run Everybody move run Lemme see you move and Rock it til the grooves done Shake it til the moon becomes the sun Sun Everybody in the club give me a run Run If you ready to move say it Yeah One time for your mind say it Yeah Yeah Well i'm ready for ya Come let me show ya You want to groove im'a show you how to move Come Mr DJ song pon de replay Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up Come Mr DJ song pon de replay Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up Hey Mr Please Mr DJ Tell me if you hear me Turn the music up Hey Mr Please Mr DJ Tell me if you hear me Turn the music up Okay everybody get down if you feel me Put your hands up to the ceiling everybody get down if you feel me come and Put your hands up to the ceiling everybody get down if you feel me Put your hands up to the ceiling everybody get down if you feel me come and Put your hands up to the ceiling Come Mr DJ song pon de replay Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up Come Mr DJ song pon de replay Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what Come Mr DJ won't you turn the music up |
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Boys and girls want to hear a true story?
Saturday night was at this real wild party They had the liquor overflowing the cup About five, six strippers trying to work for a buck And I took one girl outside with me Her name was Loni, she went to junior high with me And said why you up in there dancing for cash? I guess a whole lot has changed since I seen you last She said... 1 - What would you do if your son was at home Crying all alone on the bedroom floor Cause he′s hungry And the only way to feed him is to Sleep with a man for a little bit of money And his daddy′s gone Somewhere smoking rock now In and out of lock down I ain′t got a job now So for you this is just a good time But for me this is what I call life, mmm Girl you ain′t the only one with a baby That′s no excuse to be living all crazy Then she looked me right square in the eye And said, ″Everyday I wake up hoping to die.″ She said, nigga I know about pain cause Me and my sister ran away so my daddy couldn′t rape us Before I was a teenager I done been through more shit you can′t even relate to Repeat 1 Oh then she said (What would you do?) Get up on my feet and let go of every excuse (What would you do?) Cause I wouldn′t want my baby to go through what I went through (What would you do?) Get up on my feet and stop making up tired excuses (What would you do?) Girl I know if my mother could do it baby you can do it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Repeat 1 (3x) |
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I gotta get my headphones 헤드폰 빨리 찾아야겠군 All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one! 내 갱스터 친구들이 이것 때문에 다 하나로 뭉쳤어! You know! Yeah yeah ya know 알잖아! Yeah yeah 알잖아 It's real!! Hussein what's happ'nin nigga? 진짜야!! Hussein 거기 무슨 일 있어? I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin BLAT!! 니가 보이는군, Shadow 어떻게 지내!! Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house 하하하하, 그래 내 친구 O-1도 빌어먹을 이곳에 Jody in the house (Jody Mack!) Jody도 이곳에 (Jody Mack!) My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up!?! 내 친구 Cadillac, Gotti 안녕!?! Blackchild what up!?! Blackchild 안녕!?! I'd like to welcome all my niggaz 내 모든 친구들, 세계적으로 유명한 To the world famous Murda Inc. Show Murda Inc. Show에 온 걸 환영한다 Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island Queens에, 감옥에 갇혀있는 내 친구들에게도 인사 Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz Uptown 친구들, Brooklyn 친구들 All my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! you know? Bronx 친구들, jersey 친구들! 알잖아? We doing it real big right here! all my money niggaz 이번 껀 진짜 큰거야! 내 모든 돈줄들 This shit commentated on the one's and two's! 이건 생중계도 되고 있다고! They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living? 모두 날 위대한 Rule이라고 부르지! 니 인생은 어때? This real shit we talking 우리가 얘기하는 건 오직 진실된 것 I wanna ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question (holla back) 일단 내 갱스터 친구들에게 묻고 싶은게 있어 (대답해줘) What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?! 다른 놈들이 너한테 시비를 걸 때 - 넌 어떻게 하지?! [Chorus - Ja Rule] Clap back, we gon' clap back 반격, 우린 반격할거야 We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) (전쟁을 벌여보자!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) (전쟁을 벌여보자!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) (전쟁을 벌여보자!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) (전쟁을 벌여보자!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 [Verse 1 - Ja Rule] Fuck if they holl'in about Rule nigga, here's the real 나한테 소리치는 놈들 다 좇까, 여기 진짜 얘기 I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill 니 머리를 시원한 샴페인 코르크 마개처럼 뽑아버리겠어 Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest 내가 입은 건 보석 뿐, 미소는 위대한 이의 표정 그대로 Tell em I'm nice too, plus push them nice grooves 난 멋있기까지 하고, 멋있는 음악을 쏟아내지 The Inc roll like duece man, I'm ol' G Bobby J Inc는 거침없이 나가, 난 갱스터 Bobby J And we sling at soccer fields the yay 우린 축구장에서 놀듯이 돌아다녀 They don't respect that, don't get your minds around 아무도 이걸 존중 안하지, 괜히 집중 풀지마 You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that 그럼 저 뒤로 밀쳐질테니, 그걸 원하진 않잖아? I send em to the morgue while keepin my bitches bouncin fa sho 내 여자들이 춤출 때 난 적들을 시체 공시장으로 보내 "In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off 총 없이 "클럽에 들어가", 뺏어서 내 것으로 하지 Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down 어쩔 수 없어, 난 거침없는 사내 Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May (bach) 내가 시작하면, 특히 Maybach에 있을때 그래 Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers 티셔츠를 잡고 West 44 Lakers 신발끈을 조여 Let's make no mistakes, resents take place 실수는 없다, 복수가 자리할 뿐 What's the procedure with a gun in your face 총을 니 얼굴에 겨눴으니 그 다음은 뭐지? When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! 허리에 총이 하나 있다면, 그럼 장전을 해봐, 여기서 나가자고! (C'mon!) We gon' (빨리!) 우린 [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Ja Rule] The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherfucker poppin the bubbly The Rule은 "클럽에 들어가" 버릇없는 놈들이 술을 마시고 있군 When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely 상황이 추해지면 난 여자를 더 가까이 끌어안아 But usually we still see your bitches 하지만 보통 니 여자도 꼬시지 Thats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dick 아주 빨리 처리되기로 유명해, 그쪽에서 내게 달라붙지 I can't handle it, lower their manners 어쩔 수 없어, 매너 같은 것도 없어 To get they ass infront of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chance 엉덩이를 내 거시기 앞으로 가져와 춤을 추네, 기회를 바라는거지 Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant 질투하는 시선들을 느끼지만, 나는 거인 These niggaz is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang 이놈들은 그냥 개미, 거리낌 없이 밟아주지 Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it's not realistic 여자들의 엉덩이에 손을, 멋쟁이처럼, 현실적이진 않지 The game is helpless, let's not get it twisted 이 게임은 어쩔 수 없어, 헷갈리지마 I'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom 난 어리고, 무장되어있고, 재능이 있지만, 밑바닥 인생 And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam 소돔과 고모라 사이 어딘가에 쳐박혀있어 I'm here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem 난 여기서 랩을 할렘보다 뜨겁게 만들려고 해 Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause I'm the problem Dog(DMX?)는 됐어 Rule을 조심해, 내가 문제아니까 What's the procedure with a gun in your face 총을 니 얼굴에 겨눴으니 그 다음은 뭐지? When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! 허리에 총이 하나 있다면, 그럼 장전을 해봐, 여기서 나가자고! (C'mon!) We gon' (빨리!) 우린 [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Ja Rule] Like Bush and Saddam, I'm a find out Bush와 Saddam처럼, 난 찾아내겠어 Where Em Laden's hiding and bomb him first Em Laden이 숨어있는 곳을, 그리고 폭탄을 떨어뜨리지 It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs 더 나빠질 수 있어, 니네 친구들보단 더 뜨거울걸 Mask and glove, gun hot from burnin ass up 마스크와 장갑, 총은 너무 뜨거워서 엉덩이를 데네 I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads 난 여자를 많이 옆에 낀 보스가 되고 싶어 The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the law!" 목사의 딸도 외치지 "법 같은 거 엿먹어!" I play a struck chord, wit the Christians 크리스천과 함께 강한 코드를 연주해 But y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions 허나 너네들은 괴짜 여자들의 종교를 잃게 만드네 And God gave me his blessings to handle my business 신은 내 일을 처리할 수 있게 축복을 내게 내렸지 All these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kisses 가짜 갱스터 좀도둑들, 총이 키스를 보낸다 If she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistress 어쩌다가 빗나가면, 더 강력한 총을 만날걸 And "Clap that boy" like Birdman and Clipse 그럼 Birdman과 Clipse처럼 "그놈을 잡는거지" I got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoes 여자처럼 내게 달라붙으려고 하는 놈들 I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come 나는 이 쇼에서 스타, 가능한 더 화끈해져야해 What's the procedure with a gun in your face 총을 니 얼굴에 겨눴으니 그 다음은 뭐지? When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! 허리에 총이 하나 있다면, 그럼 장전을 해봐, 여기서 나가자고! (C'mon!) We gon' (빨리!) 우린 [Chorus] [Outro] [Ja Rule] Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker 그래, 내 친구 Benzino가 여기 있어 [Benzino] That's how we do it, know what I mean 이렇게 우린 하지, 뭔지 알지? [Benzino] Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you 89년 식으로, 안녕 친구, 모습이 보이는군 [Ja Rule] Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down! 부숴버려! 부숴버려! [Benzino] Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house 이곳으로 여자들도 다 데려와 [Benzino] It's not a game no mo' 이젠 게임이 아냐 [Ja Rule] Queens in this motherfucker Queens가 이 안에 있지 [Benzino] You know 알잖아 [Ja Rule] All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz 내 Jersey 친구들, 내 Boston 친구들 [Ja Rule] All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up! 내 Brooklyn 친구들, Brooklyn 안녕! [Ja Rule] Haha, yeah, holla at me man 하하, yeah, 내게 소리쳐봐 |
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Attention, all you niggaz, all you bitches
Time to put down the Cristal, time to take off the ice for a minute Time to throw a little mud in this motherfucker.. Turn me up some Yo [Red as an old woman] Ohh shit! Who those motherfuckers comin in here? No, it can't be! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! [Redman] Yo.. yo, gimme some room I'm throwin elbows Timberland boots, Air Force and shell-toes, who the fuck is them? If I gotta pay to get in the club I'ma go pop the trunk and turn the street volume up to ten I ain't on the guest list, I ain't V.I.P. I snuck in the exit, learned to D-I-P My dress code is all black when I'm makin the moves Similar to the new Playstation 2 I can't help it if the club only packin a G And the fire marshal wanna shut it down in 3 And you ballin ass niggaz, whose dressed to kill for the hoes showin the toes with extra heels (man!) I gotta get in, I drove here with a carLOAD of bitches charged on Belvedere My niggaz hit the cells if the line is thick So I drive the 500, through the door of the bitch [DJ Kool] Yo Red, wassup man? Aiy they ain't tryin to let you in the club! Yo, DJ Kool to the rescue! We gon' break this joint down! Aiyyo.. a-huh, a-huh, ahh! [Chorus: DJ Kool + Redman] If you pumpin this one in your truck (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty) If you really don't give a WHAT? (l-let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty) Everybody get your hands up (l-let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty) If you ain't come to party SHUT UP! (l-let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty.. [Redman] Yo, security pattin my legs and waist but if I vacate the place, it'll be {*gunfire, "stay down!"*} All my niggaz in the huddle, on the count of three we gonna bumrush The Tunnel, with a pound of weed Cut the light on, you see it's Brick City in here Blazin like Biggie passed us a semi in here Don't sleep, stay wide awoke You dialed Doc, not dial-a-joke Crawl or you'll die in smoke I keep it heated when the hawk is out Seated low Tahoe, beat it when the dark is out I'm outside of the line and I'm actin a fool like a three o'clock bully, waitin after school (Punks!) I've been in this line for hours I even killed the time by helpin my man pass out fliers Now all I wanna do is get in where I fit in Shake my ass with the baddest pidgeon with her wig in JUMP, MOVE, CRASH, SMOKE, DRINK Shake that ass stank, the fuck you think? Poppa Bear at the table, and the porridge is pourin Since +Def+ is the label I belong in a morgue! I'm walkin half-dead, actin senile with bigga niggaz from jail than the one on "Green Mile" I'll huff and puff, blow the club down I'll snuff a duck, I'm headed Uptown [DJ Kool] Yeah that's right! We up in this joint now Aiyyo we gettin ready to take over Freddie, you grab the mic, I'ma grab the turntables We gon' rock this joint baby! - a-huh, a-huh, ahh! [Chorus: DJ Kool + Redman] If you got up in the club free (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) And you drunk up in the V.I.P. (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) If you swingin from them club lights (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) And you like to start them club fights (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty.. Everybody wave your hands now (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) Everybody jump up and down (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) Everybody come to wild out (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) If you a big dog no doubt (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty.. Everybody wave your hands now (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) Everybody jump up and down (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) Everybody keep it goin now (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) Just a little bit louder now (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty.. c'mon, c'mon! (let's get dirty) A-huh, a-huh, ahh-huh! (let's get dirty) Keep it goin now (let's get dirty |
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Ludacris Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah give it to me now, give it to me now give it to me now, give it to me now Shawnna Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah give it to me now, give it to me now give it to me now, give it to me now Ludacris & Shawnna ( 2x) I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toes and I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor I wanna ah ah you make it so good I don't wanna leave but I got to kn kn kn know wh what's your fan-ta-ta-sy Ludacris I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line while the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree And if you like in the club we can do it in the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P. Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top Lick it don't stop, keep the door locked while the boat rock We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait til the show stop or how 'bout on the beach with black sand lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man Table top or just give me a lap dance The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands That man Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom or in back of a classroom how ever you want it lover lover gonna tap that ass soon see I cast 'em and I past 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'em I flash 'em and out last 'em and if ain't good then I trash 'em while you stash 'em I'll let 'em free and the tell me what they fantasy like up on the roof roof tell yo boyfriend not to be mad at me Ludacris & Shawnna ( 2x) I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toes and I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor I wanna ah ah you make it so good I don't wanna leave but I got to kn kn kn know wh what's your fan-ta-ta-sy Ludacris I wanna get you in the bath tub with the candle lit you give it up till they go out or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert cause you know I got sold out or red carpet dick could just roll out go 'head and scream you can't hold out we can do it in the pouring rain runnin the train when it's hot or cold out how 'bout in the library on top of books but you can't be too loud you wanna make a brother beg for it give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud we can do it in the white house tryna make them turn the lights out champaign with my campaign let me do the damn thing what's my name, what's my name, what's my name a sauna, jacuzzi in the back row at the movie You can stratch my back and rule me You can push me or just pull me on hay in middle of the barn (woo) rose pedals on the silk sheets uh eating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her feet Ludacris & Shawnna ( 2x) I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toes and I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor I wanna ah ah you make it so good I don't wanna leave but I got to kn kn kn know wh what's your fan-ta-ta-sy Ludacris I wanna get you in the back seat windows up that's the way you like to fuck, clogged up fog alert Rip the pants and rip the shirt, rough sex make it hurt in the garden all in the dirt Roll around Georgia Brown that's the way I like it twerk Legs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid In the sun or up in the shade on the top of my escalade Maybe your girl and my friend can trade Tag team off the rope, on the ocean or in the boat Factories or on hundred spoke what 'bout in the candy sto' that chocolate chocolate make it melt whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little bootie up with my belt scream help play my game dracula man I'll get my fangs horse back I'll get my reigns School teacher let me get my grades ( 4x) |
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See baby
I know you done had your share of girls I am more than confident You won't ever have to search any streets for affection I got you What kind of girl you like I know my looks can be deceivin' Tell me am I your type My main goal is to please you What's on the schedule tonight Am I the reason you'll be treatin' I hope you have an appetite So tell me will you come and spend the night My love is like wo My kiss is like wo My touch is like wo My sex is like wo My ais like wo My body's like wo And you're kissin' it So what you think of it My love is like wo My kiss is like wo My touch is like wo My sex is like wo My ais like wo My body's like wo And you're kissin' it So what you think of it When will you come through 'Cause I'll be waitin' up right here Can you bring some Belvedere So we can pop the cork and cheer Please have no fear I just wanna love you right I hope you have an appetite So baby will you come and spend the night My love is like wo My kiss is like wo My touch is like wo My sex is like wo My ais like wo My body's like wo And you're kissin' it So what you think of it My love is like wo My kiss is like wo My touch is like wo My sex is like wo My ais like wo My body's like wo And you're kissin' it So what you think of it Oh me Oh me oh my Tasty My Tasty my Oh me oh my Tasty my Tasty love me like you never wanna let me go If you're likin' what you're tastin' really let me know If you're gonna love me better love me strong 'Cause I want this love to love last all night long My love is like wo My kiss is like wo My touch is like wo My sex is like wo My ais like wo My body's like wo And you're kissin' it So what you think of it My love is like My kiss is like My touch is like My sex is like My ais like My body's like And you're kissin' it So what you think of it Wo Wo Wo Wo Wo Wo Wo |
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It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without a strong rhyme to step to Think of how many weak shows you slept through Time's up, I'm sorry I kept you Thinking of this, you keep repeating you miss The rhymes from the microphone soloist And you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon As you hear it, pump up the volume Dance wit the speaker 'till you hear it blow, Then plug in the headphone 'cause here it go It's a 4 letter word when it's heard, it control your body to dance (You got it) soul, Ditects the tempo like a red alert Reaches your reflex, so let it work When this is playing, you can't get stuck wit The steps, so get set and I'm a still come up wit A gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme will go Def wit the record that was mixed a long time ago It can be done but only I can do it For those that can dance and clap your hands to it I start to think and then I sink Into the paper like I was ink When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines, I escape when I finish the rhyme... I got soul You got it (4x) I know you got soul Picture a mic, the stage is empty A beat like this might tempt me To pose, show my rings and my fat gold chain Grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train But I'll wait 'cause I mastered this Let the others go first so the brothers don't miss Eric B. break the sticks (you got it) Rakim will begin when you make the mix I'll experiment like a scientist You wanna rhyme, you gotta sign my list 'Cause I'm a manifest and bless the mic I hold You want it next? then you gotta have soul 'Cause if you ain't got it, I'm a make an encore Take the mic, make the people respond for The R, 'cause that's the way it'll have to be If you wanna get on after me Think about it, wait, erase your rhyme Forget it and don't waste your time 'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controlling it Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holding it This is how it should be done This style is identical to none Some try to make it sound like this but you're getting me So upset that I'm wet 'cause you're sweating me I drip steam like a microphone fiend Eager to MC is my theme I get hype when I hear a drum roll Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul You got it (5x) I got soul (you got it) that's why I came To teach those who can't say my name First of all, I'm the soloist, the soul controller Rakim gets stronger as I get older Constant elevation causes expansion I write my rhyme while I cool in my mansion Then put it on tape and in the city I test it Then on the radio the R's requested You listen to it, the concept might break you 'Cause almost anyone can relate to... Whoever's out of hand, I'm give him handles Light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles Or should I just let him melt? Then give him a hand so they can see how it felt I'm not bold just cuz I rock gold Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul You got it (4x) Now I'm a stop to see what you got Get off the mic before I get too hot I want to see which posse can dance the best It should be easy 'cause the beat is fresh Now if your from Uptown, Brooklyn- bound, The Bronx, Queens, or Long Island Sound, Even other states come right and exact, It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at Since you came here, you have to show and prove And do that dance until it don't move 'Cause all you need is soul self-esteem will release, The rest is up to you, Rakim 'll say peace You got it (10x) |
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Is there any boys around That know how to make a girl feel? That wanna make a girl feel, Make her feel good? All I wanna know Is there any boys around That know how to make a girl feel? That wanna make a girl feel, Make her feel good? I just wanna know [Verse 1:] Do I have to tell a nigga how to touch me? Do I have to tell a nigga how to hold me? Do I have to tell a nigga when to call me? Do I have to tell a nigga I'm lonely? Do I have to feel wrong, When it ain't strong? Keep my mouth closed? (huh huh huh) Can't a girl from tha hood find a homie, That ain't just tryna hang around me? Do I have to show a nigga I'm a woman? Do I have to apologize for my emotions? Do I have to tell a nigga what to say to me, Everytime he wanna get next to me? Do I have to set a full cat black case? Stroke cuz he go (mmh girl no) Can't a chick from tha hood find a homie, That wanna do more than spend money on me? [Hook] [Verse 2:] How come I got a nigga but can't trust him? Why every answer to my question is a question? Why can't my nigga be my own lil somethin'? And every girl on my block can't say they don' bumped wit? I'm so tired of these so called wanna be hard cold pretenders that (have no clue) Can't a chick from tha hood find a homie, That I ain't gotta tell how to put it on me? [Hook] [Bridge:] Why why is it so hard Hard for a girl like me to find a boy That really knows how to make a girl feel (girl feel, feel) Why is it so hard Hard for a girl like me to find a boy That really knows how to make a girl feel (girl feel, feel) I just wanna know [Hook] |
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Now see I try to keep the peace But your lies is killin me Yo ass is in these streets On them bogus late night creeps You said you were with your boys Then tried to switch it Go head with the bullshit Cause I ain't none of these bitches The truth is coming to get cha Pain is about to split cha You done put your hands on me And Dre is about to get with cha I done messed around and spotted you Like you was famous Now you got the dumb look on your face like What cha name is? Nigga I know what cha game is You done lied to me so much its painless Boy you took mommies first seed for granted Now your cheating ass is about to be strained Cause most of ya'll niggas can't deal with the TRUTH Be hatin when you woman start hit you with the TRUTH Trying to turn it all around when you know it's the TRUTH And you always running away from the TRUTH You lied til you make yourself think it's the TRUTH Undress the lie tell what you got TRUTH Should have been up front and just told the TRUTH But instead you wanna go and try to hide the TRUTH Now see time and time again, You got away with murder The bitch calls here again ,See I'ma have to hurt her Fool that you roll with, He be hittin on me You so busy parting, Your to damn blind to see You don't think that I know that scheme Your mess with the intelligence of a wise ghetto queen Boy it ain't much you can get past me I will leave yo ass crying take it from me Cause most of ya'll niggas can't deal with the TRUTH Be hatin when you woman start hit you with the TRUTH Trying to turn it all around when you know it's the TRUTH And you always running away from the TRUTH You lied til you make yourself think it's the TRUTH Undress the lie tell what you got it TRUTH Should have been up front and just told the TRUTH But instead you wanna go and try to hide the TRUTH [R. Kelly] Mommy listen up you got me confused Told you I was out smoking with my dudes Then we pop Chrys right after we hit the Swiss Then later on that night you ain't gonna believe this shit There was a knock at the door Now check it I'm bout to hip ya The door opens what about ten or eleven strippa's The first thing I did was went into a room to pick up A phone to call you but no said the liquor But now I got the hiccups Hands up like a stick up Got to come all up in here and hear your ass bicker And after all that what make this shit the worse Even though I'm wrong I admit the truth hurts Hum. See some of ya'll niggas can't deal with the TRUTH Be hatin when you woman start hit you with the TRUTH Trying to turn it all around when you know it's the TRUTH And you always running away from the TRUTH See you lied til you make yourself think it's the TRUTH Undress the lie tell what you got it TRUTH Should have been up front and just told the TRUTH But instead you wanna go and try to hide the TRUTH [repeat 2] |
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You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna go
You ask you mom, "Please?" - but she still says, "No!" You missed two classes - and no homework But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk (chorus) You gotta fight for your right to party You pop caught you smoking - and he said, "No way!" That hypocrite - smokes two packs a day Man, living at home is such a drag Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (Bust it!) (repeat chorus) Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear I'll kick you out of my home is you don't cut that hair Your mom busted in and said, "What's that noise?" Aw, mom you're just jealous - it's the Beastie Boys! (repeat chorus twice) |
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Yo I`m the same little girl that grew up next dor 2 u
Went through all the things a teenage girl goes through Hangin` out all night breakin my curfew When my daddy hit the door I gave my mumma the blues Use 2 spend my time blazin` lazin` days away Thought I was grown left home at 15 didn`t want to obey Had 2 get my act together couldn`t take the heat And now I`m making beats 4 the streets (Chorus) I`m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee I stay blowin` up ur stereo I`m just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee Everybody gotta hear me u Hear me bussin` on da radio Now feel my flow u get me though I`m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee C me bouncin` in da video And I come to rock the show I`m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee Everybody loose control Let my vibe touch ur soul I remember all the house parties that took place Bein` in my bed upstairs and we could still feel the base And my cousins and my brothers we`d sit up all night Listenin` 2 my family vibin` till the mornin` light Remember my first years of school I was so innocent I just wanted to learn I never been so content But the more that I learned I found a guidin light That showed me the need to fight And be (Chorus) At 13 I thought I was in love with this guy Anytime I caught his eye I thought that I`d just die Remember playin` class clown I was just a disruptive fool And the beatin` I got first time suspended from school Remember Sunday School and after go 2 grandmas 4 lunch Macaroni, rice and peas, chicken and pineapple punch Never had much my mum brother sister and me But love was enough 2 succeed 2 grow (Chorus) |
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