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BIG DREAMS AND HURT FEELINGS CALL ME JADE THE CHAMP
I PUT THE WEIGHT ON MY SHOULDERS WHERE OTHERS B****ES SLACK WHO ELSE U KNOW CAN BREATH LIFE INTO A MURDER TRACK? I DONE SEEN WHAT YA'LL CAN DO - NEVER MIND THAT LIKE THE OLD MIX WIT' NEW LIKE - A PHILLY THROWBACK TAKE YA BEST SHOTS, I PROMISE I'M A THROW BACK WE CAN TAKE IT BACK TO THE DAYS OF THE CADILLAC JUMPS OUT AND HANDLE THAT, HEAT MELT YA CANDLE WAX MAYBES AND MATTER FACTS, MS. JADE'S THE F***ING CHAMP PLAY THE LOW AND KILL U SOFTLY LIKE ROBERTA FLACK AND THEN THEY, AND THEN THEY MAD CAUSE I'M STATIN' FACTS AND THEN THEY, AND THEN THEY HATE WHEN I COCK THE CAP THAT OLD NURSERY-RHYMIN' THIS S*** AINT ABOUT THAT MY FLOW A MIX BETWEEN 180 PROOF AND 6 PACKS SPIT CIRCLES AROUND YOU, SEE IF U CAN GET BACK BEFORE YOU JUMP, BEST KNOW EXACTLY WHO U GETTIN AT! HOOK-- CHAMPION! WISH THAT PEOPLE CALL MY NAME (JADE THE CHAMP)4X HO, HO THIS THING IS REAL. U CAN PLAY IT BACK THEY SAID I COULDN'T DO IT KNOW LOOK AT ME "JADE THE CHAMP" A LOT OF SQUADS IS OUT BUT TIM, HE GOT THE SICKER CAMP AND WE AINT WORRIED AT ALL CAUSE YA'LL PRETTY WHACK I BEEN BENDIN' AND CRACKIN' TRACKS CALL ME JADE THE CHAMP SEEIN' COMING EYES AND BACK, BLAZE UP A 20 SACK YA'LL NEED TEAM PARTICIPATION, WHAT'S REALLY UP WIT DAT? AND SO THEY, AND SO THEY GRILL WHEN U GETTIN STACKS BUT THEY DON'T KNOW S*** UNTIL IT'S SITTIN' IN THEY LAP CAN HANDLE IT IN MORE WAYS MAKE EM HOLLA BACK AND THE RING WIT THE DING DING MAKE ME TWIST YA CAP YOU FOOLS IS SELLIN' YA SOLD FOR A LITTLE PLAQUE LETS TAKE IT BACK TO DA HOOD WHERE NIGGAZ IS SHOOTIN' CRAPS AND EVERYBODY RAPPIN, WE AINT DO IT FOR DA STACKS I BET THEY REALLY REALLY PISSED CAUSE THEY KNOWIN' THAT THE ROBE IS CREASED AND STEAMED AND IT'S NICELY PACKED CLUBS IN THE BACKPACK. LIGHTS OFF, THAT'S THAT WHO AM I? "JADE THE CHAMP" 5X HOOK OH, OH ITS KIND OF HARD BEING "JADE THE CHAMP!" BUT I'M A DO EXACTLY WHAT THEM LOSERS SAID I CANT GOTTA STAY ON MY TOES AND I AINT AFRAID OF THAT YOU NIGGAZ PIMP ON - I'LL LEAVE U WHERE U GATORS AT THIS IS FOR EVERY PERSON THAT I OWE, I'M PAYIN' BACK AND EVERY NIGGA TURN GROUPIE, I KNOW YA'LL HEARD OF THAT PEOPLE THAT SMILED IN MY FACE AND TALKED BEHIND MY BACK FOR EVERY DREAM THAT GOT LOST I PROMISE I'M WINNIN' BACK TO ALL MY PEOPLE THAT'S LOCKED WE GON' BONCE BACK AND ALL THE BABIES IN DA HOOD, GOTTA ANNOUNCE THAT I CANT GIVE UP, I WON'T GIVE UP, I CROWN MYSELF THE CHAMP SO I DON'T THINK YA'LL WANNA SEE ME WHEN I'M REALLY AMPED AINT NO STOPPIN' ME I'M A LONG WAY FROM BREAKIN' MAN I'M MS. JADE 'BOUT TO SHOW YOU HOW TO TAKE A CHANCE CORNER FULL OF RAPPERS SHOW YOU HOW TO TAKE A MAN A SQAUD FULL OF THUGS SHOW YOU HOW TO BREAK A MAN NIGGAZ WE'RE FULL OF PRIDE SHOW YOU HOW TO MAKE EM DANCE THEY CANT STAND TO WALK IN MY SHOES AND MY FAVORITE PANTS BEFORE YOU TRY KNOW EXACTLY WHO GETTIN AT! "JADE THE CHAMP!" HOOK |
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Who da hell wan test me big guns and things see me in the source book bitch frozen rings never bin a follower always bin a leader y'all to need is get down on ya knees when you agreed im a gangsta see me in a ball wit my n ggaz ? dudes aint afraid to pull da trigger get shit trucked ima fuckin icon n ggaz in da streets whispering bout my rock cos im da broad from da east smelling like gucci and envy linen pants with the crease fucked up tracks which y'all just rap c 55 but i used to push da shell in ya wanna piece i dont think ya hand ready never touch paper most a y'all just act high these flights pimp rap but y'all messed around in da boot must tell y'all da truth i get it in what da fuck y'all suck comin all y'all smuts poppin up worldwide everywhere like starbucks poppin up worldwide everywhere like starbucks what da fuck y'all suck comin all y'all smuts not a follower but a leader now can y'all feel dat hook: she's a gangsta not a prankster y'all ms jade : now can y'all feel dat timbaland: she's a gangsta girl, she's a gangsta girl timbaland: she's a gangsta girl, she's a gangsta girl crazy when da mic palm in my black fist i got a sick giff, roll me a big spliff, ms jade powerful da project piss now how y'all want play, spit it for da big pay you do it like you, i do it like dis i leave dat ass up in smoke like eminem and dre we roll out the ? just to get away semi auto a.k, do da shit da philly way best bout time we settle this and if i stop ima still be a rebel chick, hey you fuckas lookin quick up in da club throwin bows acting ghetto-ish puffin in a tin of it be da case like puffy did legistyle im poppin big , when im gone trust me ima still live take but id rather give you fuckin with the bigger kids, bigger ones, bigger funs, bigger foods, timbaland give the beats hook x1 choosing down 95 with a cup in my hand hot grills large bills top up in da rubber band got da anger math, wont let em burn me out games do i really play 9-5 bin paid cos ima strong black women ya grown black woman pills are da grim shit, never fuck widda trays i dont care if it bothers you im still gon blaze so sick like a virus that never goes away hey hold ya breath you can smell da success spit 16 if da pit pat on your chest yes im so blessed ya cats is so stressed yeh da streets bin talkin bout my pin a due da rest future mapped out, money linked all in ima saturate da game then sink y'all in out to take it all over and will not compromise snakes fates and dick riders what i despise hook |
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Yo, still hungry man
Yeah, ay yo I'm 'bout to make moves And get this little bit of paper right This broke shit got a bitch staying awake at night It ain't a guy thing or a girl thing It's a me thing getting high and drunk every weekend Fuck drama I'd rather shine where you are Blacks in the Cadillac no ice at all Seven-six ay ah bitch watch me ball [Incomprehensible] like a motherfucker dipping from the law Kinda game is they playing? I got a gang a players call my gang to bang 'em A let 'em know that I'm all for their pay so Tryin' to say nothing young gun that shit is play doe Push the pedal to the metal hit the fuckin' floor Ain't about the D O E then what you talkin' for? Expedition never slippin' on a money mission Shit is real when you ain't even got no pot to piss in That's why I'm on the come up, for the come up Watch you niggas get done up who try to run up However, whatever the case may be You tryna get it down down, we can get it down down Yeah, up late at night Yeah, at the kitchen stove Yeah, with them V-12's Yeah, tryna make they ghost Yeah, with the tekan gage Yeah, sellin' gray and beige Yeah, 'cos the red and blue Yeah, ducking the federals Yeah, gotta keep the smash an' biz Yeah, with the mansion runs Yeah, fuck driving dog Yeah, drug trafficking Yeah, making illegal lefts Yeah, making crazy rights Yeah, code over money man Yeah, never mind the ice These motherfuckers ain't right Mad 'cos I got my game tight You never find a brawl who grind twice as hard Uh, this money situation niggas acting funny on occasion But that's on them 'cos that's time wasting Meanwhile I'm a be scheming for dockets Stash in the sock drawer, nice little duckie Working on a master plan to get the master cash Parties and shit I'm a have to pass 'Cos one day I plan to live it up Until then you gon give it up Money man tell me what the fuck is up? Here we go, here we go, here we go again Roll it up, light it up, pass it to a friend Stacking it all whether it's twenty or a thousand Out to take my Philly off of welfare out of public housing Who me? I got bills to pay until then I'm gon make a way, is that okay? Yeah, up late at night Yeah, at the kitchen stove Yeah, with them V-12's Yeah, tryna make they ghost Yeah, with the tekan gage Yeah, sellin' gray and beige Yeah, 'cos the red and blue Yeah, ducking the federals Yeah, gotta keep the smash an' biz Yeah, with the mansion runs Yeah, fuck driving dog Yeah, drug trafficking Yeah, making illegal lefts Yeah, making crazy rights Yeah, code over money man Yeah, never mind the ice The smell of money got my trigger finger acting funny No stoppin' me homies until I'm sittin' nice and lovely Keep puffin until I'm high as a bird Want the doe, fuck the crumbs give 'em to the birds Oh my stars ain't asking no how comes Fuck being patient I ain't waiting for the outcomes Fuck you eating out but please don't get me started Out for the paper with that big face on it Yeah, up late at night Yeah, at the kitchen stove Yeah, with them V-12's Yeah, tryna make they ghost Yeah, with the tekan gage Yeah, sellin' gray and beige Yeah, 'cos the red and blue Yeah, ducking the federals Yeah, gotta keep the smash an' biz Yeah, with the mansion runs Yeah, fuck driving dog Yeah, drug trafficking Yeah, making illegal lefts Yeah, making crazy rights Yeah, code over money man Yeah, never mind the ice Hush little baby, hush little baby Hush little baby, hush little baby Hush little baby, hush little baby Hush little baby, hush little baby Hush little baby, hush little baby Hush little baby, hush little baby Hush little baby, hush little baby Hush little baby, hush little baby Ms. Jade to y'all bitches Let's go, come on, uh, ooh |
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Ba da ba ba ching ching ching Ba da ba ba ba ching ching What about the money that I spent up today Tim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass To Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash I brought you the private, ounce wit the gates People was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes Thinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast Cougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag It cost every minute, and you know I'm on tour Why your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for Sometimes while hittin' it ,different names would slip And I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin' Your complexion switched, honey you been on trips If I been wit a chick, check me miss But you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta No iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters If the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed Hun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread And I say What about my ching ching ching What about my bling bling bling What about the money that I spent up today What about his bling bling bling What about his ching ching ching What about his money that I spent up today Boy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia Ran to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us Now you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich duce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks Even though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami I washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes I deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten Never fucked up yo dough, put the G in ya glow So what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours I was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores I cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch Razor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops Accountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers Played your wifey and mother, cousin, sister and brother Shuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score You wastin' my time, nigga, but what about my nigga What about your ching ching ching What about your bling bling bling So what you spent up all your money today What about his ching ching ching What about his money that I spent up today What about his bling bling bling Boy money ain't everything, married minus the ring I gave you way more, can't there bout all your bulls Frequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats Since day one it was ours it never was yours Held your back when you was broke frontin' cuz now you richer Uh - look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture No frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere Enough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you All this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything I wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby Wish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive I'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life Yeah, yeah, yeah What about my ching ching ching What about my bling bling bling What about his bling bling bling What about the money that I spent up today What about his ching ching ching What about his money that I spent up today Ba da ba ba ching ching ching Ba da ba ba ba ching ching What about the money that I spent up today |
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| 4:59 |
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Close your eyes
Visualize Space and I verbalize You chastize But can't stop my enterprise Put your rhymes in a line Put your raps in a stack I'll break you and your singer like Jinga I mean um I spit like knee On you this tight thing Space nine enferno One verbs be frightening And for the sword fights tonight My entourage is in camoflauge Remove your mask Let down your visage But don't slip up Cause when I was in my ship That's when I get ripped up The whole world Fuck it G-S-E committee Got your panties shitty Click you sick Callosso with itty bitty Space and Missy Sip my style till your pissy Virgina bitch galactic I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday Don't you say no more you don't want to battle Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday Don't you say no more you don't want to battle Mama, Daddy, you ain't, ready Act like you know me Fly, as friends be Sizzling, I'm chilling Man, you twisting You sissy, you dis me You wish we was fucking tight Auntie, Papa, Smoke lala Hallah, fala, don't bother to swalla This bottle of remmy, got plenty Of weed So give me, give me, give me, give me, give me, please See's, no one, fly like these Bees from over seas, we scratch our knees Please, little one, please You know my rhymes get tight When I smoke all night (chorus comes in) I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday Don't you say no more you don't want to battle Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday Don't you say no more you don't want to battle We high tech like Timbo's Slap faces of dirty hoes N-Y-M-B-A Dirty combo when we play Swirl like the milky way Deep like my black hole I oppose, to expose Chemical gases up your nose Fade away like ozone Quazars, moves and shit Hey yo Missy, where da clip? I think I need a hit Shitty bees up in da place Wanna be down with whoever Be all up in his face but aint even on the level I pull your wig back Let of steam like nasty pools That heat be to hot Melt down, now up in pot Count down, 3-2-1, lift off Now over tize, Venus we circlize And mars we tantalize Comatize like Hale-Bopp Smoking trees non stop Then I send a televize from satelite on Nightline Yeah, wouldn't you like to get away To the moon We shine like stars Lock down like metal bars I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday Don't you say no more you don't want to battle Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday Don't you say no more you don't want to battle My style is a one-in-a-million I flow on and on and on My rhymes give you a really good feeling All day long |
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Ms. Jade's the name comin' to ruin the game
Ms. Jade's the name comin' to ruin the game Ms. Jade's the name comin' to ruin the game I got a master plan knocking these bum broads outta my way Just came in the door and they got somethin' to say Tell 'em step up if they wanna act hard I don't need no great big bodyguard Only dump dimes when it's time to blaze the L You can do it just as long as you don't hurt ya self Pull up, hop out start and spitting like the A.R. 1-5 cake or sky high, oh my Got the science and the formula for hatin' chicks Whatcha do, if you don't like me you can suck a dick I'm smoother than a pair of lizard skins in '88 A lotta suckas potrayin' us when we know they ain't Now fuck outta here you're dealin' with a rider here The chef in hell's kitchen, I'm stayin' here for a lotta years And for my thugs, real bitches and all my hustlers Keep it movin' I ain't got no patience for you bustas Step up if you wanna get hurt, Ms. Jade's gonna pull your skirt Step up if you wanna get hurt, Ms. Jade's gonna pull your skirt Step up if you wanna get hurt, Ms. Jade's gonna pull your skirt I am chillin', we is chillin', what else can we say? Now I don't mean to be rude cocky and arrogant I guess that's just the Philly in me, and I don't even care I guess that's just the Philly in me, and I ain't even scared This rap game is a war and I done came prepared It ain't nothin' to me to just pack up and leave But why shouldn't I give it every breath that I breathe And why shouldn't I kill it every time that I leave When these fake muthafucka's is so easy to read 'Cause my family got needs, my city need me So I'mma do it from the muscle bitch believe me Think 'cause I'm with Tim that I got it easy But that don't stop me from smoking up in the Crown V Stayin' sucka free, weed in the truck with me This music biz keep a bitch puffin heavily 3 in the mornin' listening to Frankie Beverly I won't stop till the whole world lovin' me Step up if you wanna get hurt, Ms. Jade's gonna pull your skirt Step up if you wanna get hurt, Ms. Jade's gonna pull your skirt Step up if you wanna get hurt, Ms. Jade's gonna pull your skirt I am chillin', we is chillin', what else can we say? You can cha cha cha to this mardi gras I'm the sickest rap bitch you done heard thus far And it will get better I'm 'bout my chedder And nobody gets hurt as long as you let her Do my thing whether 2003 swing Or I'm poppin' that thing thing and lockin' the game mane Won't fuck up my game plan, dealin' the same hand Just getting started and I'm only getting hotta mane So getcha feet into the heat start lurkin' A dollar or a million I'mma be the same person Ms. Jade 'bout to take this shit And even if I'm through with y'all couldn't catch my twist Step up if you wanna get hurt, Ms. Jade's gonna pull your skirt Step up if you wanna get hurt, Ms. Jade's gonna pull your skirt Step up if you wanna get hurt, Ms. Jade's gonna pull your skirt I am chillin', we is chillin', what else can we say? |
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| 4:00 |
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Now let me count it off Hey you, blow your whistle Hey you, blow your whistle Now let me count it off Now let me count it off NY guys spit at cats, do-rags I know it's rare, but niggas they feel me everywhere I'm from the land of white tees, Vickie's and Roca-Wear Pop it in turn it up, bang my shit in they Jags Atlanta, down south bamma's, you know they get it crunk I got dem niggas in LA crip walkin' in the truck Now I'ma float on, roll me somethin' to smoke on You hope I go away, continue to get your hope on Rap game, regardless I stack change the same affect as the game Ms. Jade is tha mutha-f-in' name Won't stop 'til they kill me I got a L-O-C-K down the freeway, BK back up to Philly I get it done, rap chicks see me and run Only mixin' coke with the rum Ain't scared, niggas be bums Major numbers the first week Suburbans, Benz or the two seats You wanna see me, beats fuck up ya hooptie Now let me count it off Hey you, blow your whistle Now let me count it off Now let me count it off Hey you, blow your whistle Uh, come on if you comin', get down with it now Uh, come on if you comin', get down with it now Yea, it's young Vitto, voice of the young people Roc C-E-O, hot hits for the P-O |
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Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off You had me turned out, as a young buck in a caddy truck Givin' me dough for air maxes and new traxes It was cool when you let me breathe After we finished layin' up, you won't let me leave Damn I'ma adult now, mammi packed up the belts now You all dumb high off the lie, playin' yourself now Fuckin' up my groove, watch my every move Try and get me caught up, makin' up lies that ain't true I can't take this dumb shit, you startin' to irk me Layin' all them rules down like you birth me Shit you the worst B, all try lock me Even got both my next door neighbours watchin' me You gotta problem, somethin' that I can't solve wit ya I'm at the point were we split I will not miss ya I ain't your wife, damn sure ain't your child Trees gettin' to ya head, cuz dumb chick ain't my style You really don't want my love All you do is smoke up them trees Then you wanna try to tell me what to do Why you wanna put a little hold on me You really don't want my love All you do is smoke up them trees Then you wanna try to tell me what to do Why you wanna put a little hold on me I don't know what's wrong wit you, is you me dude or a detective Try to look at it from your perspective, but I can't You wanna know where I'm goin', who I'm seein' And who I'm meetin', what I'm eatin', what I'm doin' Who I'm sc |
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| 4:31 |
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[Timbaland]
Ms. Jade Nate Dogg Timbaland We head strong, we head strong We head strong, we head strong Ms. Jade Nate Dogg Timbaland We head strong, we head strong We head strong, fricky-fricky, Ms. Jade [Ms. Jade] why'all know, pimp in my walk Pimp in my talk why'all don't want to start Niggaz can't ever play they ? So I quit dealin wit yo ? with the cars I ain't got to price them things Keep it comin cops rollin like them things Get 'em for their cash and things Get a bitch ? if he gon' trash them things Buyin up all the bar Strummin like strings on a guitars Think one minute I'm up by the ? Now you can steady stop gleamin the floor I spit shit for the drops In a square bench truck nigga blastin The Lox Better dial up the cops Wait till they come I'm a show you what I got [Nate Dogg] Head strong End up on the pavement dead wrong, dead wrong Rest of my chrome Once I get my paper I'm gone, same song I drive for your ? Man you must have made a wrong turn, dead wrong I gotta hold on 'Cause niggaz in these streets is dead wrong, dead wrong [Ms. Jade] I been in the hood, hood Been to the islands, been to the woods, woods Smoked by the lake, lake Seen niggaz love me, seen niggaz hate, hate Let me freak it one time, time Same in the dark and the same in the light, light Go get 'em on the grind, grind Like a fiend for the white in the heat of the night, night Get your wait up today, [unknown] still playin them games Hustle for ?, rings give me the chains Oops my Betty ain't part of the game I got friends in the front Ho's in the back, Nate Dogg in the 'lac Timbaland on the track Bubba Sparxxx, Petey Pab and Sebast in the back [Nate Dogg] Head strong End up on the pavement dead wrong, dead wrong Rest of my chrome Once I get my paper I'm gone, same song I drive for your [unknown] Man you must have made a wrong turn, dead wrong I gotta hold on 'Cause niggaz in these streets is dead wrong, dead wrong [Ms. Jade] Why these niggaz hate hard Spit many flows, many styles, comin way hard Never was known as a thug but you say you are These ho's be walkin round broke thinkin they superstars Them things they get in cars, Awnaw Never been here before But if you want a war you better make sure Dog that you all the way down to the floor Trust then you walkin out of the door Gotta break lanes They spittin pork that ain't beef they don't say names It's Ms. Jade motherfucker I will break Danes I'm from the 'hood Born and raised I can take pain, name I can take pain, name See it ain't that I'm great And it ain't that I'm paid And it ain't that I'm ? I'm a bitch just came out the cage You know you dead wrong so you ought to be afraid [Nate Dogg] Head strong End up on the pavement dead wrong, dead wrong Rest of my chrome Once I get my paper I'm gone, same song I drive for your ? Man you must have made a wrong turn, dead wrong I gotta hold on 'cause niggaz in these streets is dead wrong, dead wrong [Nate Dogg] Head strong End up on the pavement dead wrong, dead wrong Rest of my chrome Once I get my paper I'm gone, same song I drive for your ? Man you must have made a wrong turn, dead wrong I gotta hold on 'cause niggaz in these streets is dead wrong, dead wrong [Timbaland] Ah, ah, you dead wrong Ah, you dead wrong, oh Ah, ah, you dead wrong You dead |
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| 4:06 |
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Ladies and gentlemen Ladies and gentlemen (Ms. Jade) Lay lay lay ladies and gentlemen (Ms. Jade) Ladies and gentlemen (Ms. Jade) Ladies and gentlemen (Ms. Jade) Lay ladies and gentlemen (Ms. Jade) skrip skirt skrip Lay lay (Ms. Jade) La la la lay Earr err err Ms. Jade's the name comin to ruin the game Me and my girls shrivel all over the world bringin the thunder and rain, bustin a train or a plane I got them folk pumpin and movin around Makin you stumble and hurl, braids ponytails and the curls Jumpin and gettin it down, sweatin and workin it now No question, gonna throw on them clothes tonight Stiletto, Timbs, and them Nike's, free chicken wings and some rice So set them bows tonight, engines gon' hum on the bikes No matter is he black, peurto rican or white What wha wha wha what, light the chronic up! I got your dude lickin my toes and stuff I know y'all gonna love when I do it I do it professional like Duro and Clue doin it all for the loot Y'all better get them asses up out the seats sweat runnin down your cheeks, virgins turn into freaks (Timbaland:) Fricka fa frick feel the girl (Ms. Jade:) Ms. Jaaaaaaade (Timbaland:) Fricka fa frick fa frick feel the girl (Ms. Jade:) Ms. Jaaaaaaade (Timbaland:) Frickida frick fa frick feel the girl she'll (Ms. Jade:) Ms. Jaaaaaaade Light the chronic up! Ya bet was lost, time to set it off Shoppin at the mall, don't care what it cost Concerned about who be in my sheets Like how my flow different kinda pace You got beef with me? Then don't speak to me Garbage and the waste, "please get out my face" You wanna taste? Miss me like I'm Mase You wanna taste? Like me William H. I'm leavin y'all toothless like Gerome rollin on the chromes, two ways and the phones This Philly chick ain't wit this silly shit Rat smugg-el-in, like the government Blunts and dutches licked, scrapin up for rent So now they all duckin from the slugs Keep 'em bub-bel-in, take it on the chin kisses and the hugs, just cut up the rug! Chain hangin like Nas, see right through the lies I ain't gon' stop, 'til I'm satisfied killin and feelin it right, gettin it on tonight Y'all never knew a dame could be so tight-- We keep it real, type of chicks we are gettin nice at the bar, bang it loud in your car I'm from the town, niggas gon' hold me down Lost but now I'm found, watch me snatch the crown I clear my throat, ladies spit what I wrote takin off my coat, stuntin tryin to poke We in the back, countin and peelin the stacks combin and brushin the tracks--y'all can't hold me back Takin it to the house, bills and large amounts I'm comin out switchin and changin your route Masculine puff and then pass, if your feelin in Philly then dance I got the club bouncin and shakin they frames x4 Frid fra frick fra feel the girl (Timbaland:) Frid fra freaky freaky feel the girl Freh freh freh feel fee feel the girl Shh doha doha digga doha doha fra fricky fricky feel the girl Fra fridicka feel the girl Fra freh freh freh freh freh feel feel feel feel Fra fra freaky feel |
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One time freak freaky uh um Two time ah two uh um Three time uh uh uh umfreaky four times Ms. Jade Interupted Girl, Girl Representin' for the whole world, world Makin' it my du-ty Tryna show off, thinkin' they can move me Here we go again one time Never take me off my grind And I do it true, true Look I'm grown, grown Haters I'm leavin 'em long gone, gone Got 'em with they Hands up high Twisted at the bar I'm feelin Alright Show 'em what they Need to ride Dancin' until they feet hurtin' All night Cause I stack cheese, cheese Uh, and its all to the good I'm whatever it's gonna be, be Never been Hollywood cause I stand for the hood Its a different Day now Watch how I'm makin' the game break down I'm 'bout as good as its gonna get, get See me doin it. it Uh, Philly chick get it down If the flood is comin' I promise I ain't gon' drown Spittin' that crazy flow you can Groove to Make the music Move you Uh, Beat Club on the rise And I got got g-got my eyes on the prize Get your big head on the floor Get your big head on the floor You ain't ever seen me move like this Get your big head on the floor Get your big head on the floor You ain't ever seen me groove like this Get your big head on the floor Get your big head on the floor You ain't ever seen me move like this Get your big head on the floor Get your big head on the floor You ain't ever seen me groove like this We done did it now, now Watch you put your money on me now, now Make you feel free, free You ain't even on the same league, league From the wild House parties You can light it up, up Sippin' martinis under the Palm trees What's really goin' on, on Sick sound leave niggas stuck, stuck Pilin' in 'til the break of dawn, dawn And we know it's gonna catch up but we still gettin' drunk Uh, switchin lanes in the truck Let's get Rooms for the night It's a Timb track so you Know it's tight And its obvious I'm gonna cute little vibrant thing Uh, stackin the ching, ching Tear the floor Up in the club Got ya self a gun and get prepared for the glock Whoa from the bottom to the top Representin' for my real Chicks and the thugs Twist up your dro get your drink for your mugs Uh, and it's all to the love Uh, and its all to the love Twist up your dro get your drinks for your buzz Get your big head on the floor Get your big head on the floor You ain't ever seen me move like this Get your big head on the floor Get your big head on the floor You ain't ever seen me groove like this Get your big head on the floor Get your big head on the floor You ain't ever seen me move like this Get your big head on the floor Get your big head on the floor You ain't ever seen me groove like this Get your big head on the floor Get your big head on the floor You ain't ever seen me move like this Get your big head on the floor Get your big head on the floor You ain't ever seen me groove like this Get your big head on the floor Get your big head on the floor You ain't ever seen me move like this Get your big head on the floor Get your big head on the floor You ain't ever seen me groove like this Uh-uh, break it down for me Uh-uh, break it down for me Uh-uh, break it down for me Uh-uh, he-he You ain't never seen me move like this Get your big head on the floor Get your big head on the floor You ain't never seen me groove like this Get your big head on the floor You ain't never seen me move like this he Get your big head on the floor You ain't never seen me groove like this hehe |
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| 4:53 |
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Yo, yo, yo, why you looking at me?
Why you looking at me? Why you looking at me? Why you looking at me? Come on; tell em Jade People look at me wrong cos I dress different Cos I talk different, cos I walk different People look at me wrong think I'm so different Wear my hair different, make the world listen People look at me wrong cos I dress different Cos I talk different, cos I walk different People look at me wrong think I'm so different Wear my hair different, make the world listen People look at me wrong cos I Hate women that wanna be other women Since they won I never fit in I'm a rock the world with no games or gimmicks Plan on winning ? limits You hear it all in my sentence going Shock up the world with something new and improved Ain't stoppin I'm makin moves No choices then I'm a choose They can tell me to stop but it's obvious I'm gonna go They say yes I say no you hear it all in my flow This is young America steering you in your area, area Do what I want and that's period I get up and put on what I feel like putting on When I don't blend in people look at me like something wrong As if I'm crazy, strange, weird or throwed off New chick driving fast in a old car I'm still pimpin, still pimpin just tryna make a living From the end to the beginning It's a damn shame when you stick out thinking you insane Rock everything from name brand to hand made This is my life this is who I am I will not escape Don't want a piece of the pie I just want a bigger plate I'm just tryna live and watch how the plot thickens Ain't no problem cos everybody's just a little different Open your ears and eyes and make the world listen Be an original individual is my mission People look at me wrong cos I dress different Cos I talk different, cos I walk different People look at me wrong think I'm so different Wear my hair different, make the world listen People look at me wrong cos I dress different Cos I talk different, cos I walk different People look at me wrong think I'm so different Wear my hair different, make the world listen People is gon stare gon hate gon talk But never will they expose what they doing in the dark If you don't give a shit but you know you got it together, fuck it They gotta put you down to make they-self feel better Black or white, dark brown or light Short, thin and small, thick, big or tall And I think it's a mess we judged on how we dress How many cars we got, how many bitches we pop If a nigga got girls then he considered the pro But if a girl got niggas then she considered the ho And if a white person hang around blacks he a wigga And if a black person hang around whites he a nigga And if we try to make it out the ghetto we a sell-out Pressure gets so deep at times I wanna yell out This shit is crazy it's time we take a stand Focus on ourselves and stop worrying about the next man It's your prerogative tight pants are sagging Can't please em all with a hotter poppin of has-beens It's just the world we live in that amaze me People claim they real but most of them must feel gazy Quick to judge when they so artificial Shit it's obvious I guess people just got some issues Counterfeit and crazy, so shady What else can I say; I'm just a different kinda lady People look at me wrong cos I dress different Cos I talk different, cos I walk different People look at me wrong think I'm so different Wear my hair different, make the world listen People look at me wrong cos I dress different Cos I talk different, cos I walk different People look at me wrong think I'm so different Wear my hair different, make the world listen Who are you to judge me? Who are you to really call me ugly? You don't even know the half You don't even know the half Who are you to judge me? Who are you to really call me ugly? You don't even know the half You don't even know the half Who are you to judge me? Who are you to really call me ugly? You don't even know the half You don't even know the half Who are you to judge me? Who are you to really call me ugly? You don't even know the half You don't even know the half People look at me wrong cos I dress different Cos I talk different, cos I walk different People look at me wrong think I'm so different Wear my hair different, make the world listen People look at me wrong cos I dress different Cos I talk different, cos I walk different People look at me wrong think I'm so different Wear my hair different, make the world listen People look at me wrong cos I dress different Talk different, Walk different People look at me wrong think I'm so different Wear my hair different, make the world listen People look at me wrong cos I dress different Talk different, Walk different People look at me wrong think I'm so different Wear my hair different, make the world listen |
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Yo, this one's for all my ladies
That been through a similar situation like this Say, it don't matter what color you is, how old you are Where you from, what you've done All chicks been through somethin' like this, listen If I had that thing on me, woulda shot you right then If I had that thing on me, I woulda popped you right then Nigga, yeah, you played me an' said you was down for me An' if I ever had beef, you had the full pound for me Fuck your trucks, fuck your niggas, fuck your bitches an' shit I'm through wit you, yet I'm still gon' handle my shit Financially there when I needed you but so the fuck what? You stopped callin', came through wit that bitch in your truck Bet you expected me to cry, nigga, I smoked fly, nigga An' I'ma be straight from now 'til I die, nigga Fuck you an' everthing you stand for I shoulda known not to never fall in love wit a whore Fooled yourself like I wouldn't ever get it together without you Listen up, wasted skin, I'm much better without you Nigga, you toyed wit my teenage years an' my womanhood I hate you, hope I make it understood Why u tell me that you love me? Why u tell me that you care for me When you didn't do it? Why u thought that you was there for me When you wasn't at all? Why u tell me that you love me? Why u tell me that you care for me When you didn't do it? Why u thought that you was there for me When you wasn't at all? Took me to the spot that you like to gamble at Had my boys in the spot that you liked to gamble at Luckily you was May Day, walkin' around like it's okay Big man in the streets, huh? Yeah, okay Lead me on, told me I was gon' be your wife Nice cars, big house, livin' a beautiful life Yeah, it's true, I stopped fuckin' wit you plenty of times But I change plans wit my girls for you many a times Stepped back an' thought about the dumb shit you put me through Broke a lotta niggas heart's 'coz I was fuckin' wit you Honestly, I'm kinda glad that I learned from my mistake, nigga Be a better person, fly bitch, get this cake, nigga You gonna see I was the best you had You say you love me an' you sorry, well, that's too bad Nigga, you toyed wit my teenage years an' my womanhood I hate you, hope I make it understood Why u tell me that you love me? Why u tell me that you care for me When you didn't do it? Why u thought that you was there for me When you wasn't at all? Why u tell me that you love me? Why u tell me that you care for me When you didn't do it? Why u thought that you was there for me When you wasn't at all? Nigga, if you see me in the street, I don't want you to speak An' if I ever have a show, I don't want you to go It' ain't no comin' back to you 'coz I'm hatin' you now An' usually when I hate a nigga then I'm layin' him down I can't seem to understand why I fell for you Pushed ki's overseas, went to jail for you When you got knock, I came through wit the bell for you You had beef, I was there bustin' shells for you I risked my life, shit, I did a fuckin' bear for you If I ain't miscarried, woulda had a kid for you I shoulda robbed all that fuckin' coke I hid for you You gonna play me after everything I did for you? I'm pissed off, I know you hear the fuckin' anger in my voice Stay around, blow town, nigga, you make the choice But if you're here when I come back, I'm still on your ass I'm mad as shit, I'd probably wind up killin' your ass Why u tell me that you love me? Why u tell me that you care for me When you didn't do it? Why u thought that you was there for me When you wasn't at all? Why u tell me that you love me? Why u tell me that you care for me When you didn't do it? Why u thought that you was there for me When you wasn't at all? Yo, I just wanna thank the guys The guys who, who made us feel like this Made us understand how strong we are as women Yeah, I know my ladies understand what I'm sayin' [Incomprehensible] y'all what you gonna do Take it on the chin an' bounce back Why u tell me that you love me? Why u tell me that you care for me When you didn't do it? Why u thought that you was there for me When you wasn't at all? Why u tell me that you love me? Why u tell me that you care for me When you didn't do it? Why u thought that you was there for me When you wasn't at all? |
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| 4:56 |
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(Nesh)
Oooh, ohh, yeah Keep your head up to the sky Determination in your eye You can hold me when it's cold If you can only let me know, oh (Ms. Jade) Young girl lost, when is you gonna learn to love yourself To trust him mean that you can't even trust yourself He was a dog when you met him now you mad as shit You can't change that man what you see is what you get And just because he throw you out don't let him walk over you Have some pride you're a woman make him respect you Brought bitches for him Took a couple stitches for him He at his baby mom house while you wash his dishes for him How you gon' play Believe anything he say Choose him over your family on any given day I could tell you not happy crying yourself to sleep Gotta hit out on his ass you still pushing his jeep Your career ain't pursuing it When miserable what's love got to do with it? I know it's hard but you gotta do what's right for you See can't nobody hurl over obstacles in life but you (Nesh) Keep your head up to the skies Determination in your eyes You can hold me when it's cold If you can only let me know, oh (Ms. Jade) Makes no sense What us ladies gotta put up with The backbone of ya niggaz and we put up with Everything we hold y'all down when times is bad Fuckin sis for two years now you know you're the dad Tryna escape responsibilities be a man And you won't even take a blood test nigga you ain't a man Lie after lie said you'd always be there That's fucked up cos the baby ain't asked to be here Man she gotta struggle Shakin her ass in a thong Tryna make ends meet, stressed out all alone Scraping up pimper money tryna keep her head focused Hard to stay strong when better days seem hopeless Everything happens for a reason it was written Tried to make you stumble in this game but you didn't Might seem tough but it will be alright girl Get it together, do your thing, live your life girl (Nesh) Keep your head up to the skies Determination in your eyes You can hold me when it's cold If you can only let me know, oh (Ms. Jade) Got turned out now you went and got loose at the panties Went from weed to pills to coppin nose candies Ain't had a siege yet but you headed for the grave Screwin everybody don't give a shit about AIDS Lettin niggaz run through you and use you up You don't know that shit could mentally abuse you up A free suck in a big truck Neighborhood niggaz callin you a free fuck Your grandmother havin thoughts of gettin rid of you Your mom's smokin you whorin that's pitiful All kinds of thoughts is goin through your head make a change Ain't used it in a long time but you got a brain Get yourself together ma you better straighten up It's hard as shit on your own plus you growin up Go to school get a job make your own cash Do what them niggaz gon' say when you walk past (Nesh) Keep your head up to the skies Determination in your eyes You can hold me when it's cold If you can only let me know, oh (Nesh) Take my hand I'm here Tell me La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la (Nesh) Keep your head up to the skies Determination in your eyes You can hold me when it's cold If you can only let me know, oh |
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