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Hot in.....
So hot in herre..... So hot in..... I was like, good gracious ass bodacious Flirtatcious, tryin to show faces Lookin for the right time to shoot my steam you know Lookin for the right time to flash them G's Then um I'm leavin, please believin Me and the rest of my heathens Check it, got it locked at the top of the four seasons Penthouse, roof top, birds I feedin No deceivin, nothin up my sleeve, no teasin I need you to get up up on the dance floor Give that man what he askin for Cuz I feel like bustin loose and I feel like touchin you And cant nobody stop the juice so baby tell me whats the use I said Its gettin hot in here so hot So take off all your clothes I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off Its gettin hot in here so hot So take off all your clothes I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off Why you at the bar if you aint poppin the bottles What good is all the fame if you aint fuckin the models I see you drivin, sportscar, aint hittin the throttle And I be down, and do a hundred, top down and goggles Get off the freeway, exit 106 and parked it Ash tray, flip gate, time to spark it Gucci collar for dollar, got out and walked it I spit game cuz baby I cant talk it Warm, sweatin its hot up in this joint VOKAL tanktop, all on at this point Your with a winner so baby you cant loose I got secrets cant leave Cancun So take it off like your home alone You know dance in front your mirror while your on the phone Checkin your reflection and tellin your best friend, like "girl I think my butt gettin big" Its gettin hot in here so hot So take off all your clothes I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off Its gettin hot in here so hot So take off all your clothes I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off Mix a little bit a ah, ah With a little bit a ah, ah Nelly just fall out Give a little bit a ah, ah With a little bit a ah, ah Nelly hang all out With a little bit a ah, ah And a sprinkle a that ah, ah Nelly just fall out I like it when ya ah, ah Girl, Baby make it ah, ah Stop placin, time wastin I gotta a friend with a fo' in the basement I'm just kiddin like Jason Unless you gon' do it Extra, extra eh, spread the news Nelly took a trip from the Luna to Neptunes Came back with somethin thicker than fittin in sasoons Say she like to think about cuttin in restrooms Its gettin hot in here so hot So take off all your clothes I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off Its gettin hot in here so hot So take off all your clothes I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off Its gettin hot in here so hot So take off all your clothes I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off Its gettin hot in here so hot So take off all your clothes I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off Mix a little bit a ah, ah With a little bit a ah, ah Nelly just fall out Give a little bit a ah, ah With a little bit a ah, ah Nelly hang all out With a little bit a ah, ah And a sprinkle a that ah, ah Nelly just fall out I like it when ya ah, ah Girl, Baby make it ah, ah |
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Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, shorty It's your birthday We gon' party like it's your birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday! You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck But, homie, ain't nothing change hoes down, G's up I see Xzibit in the Cut, that nigga roll that weed up If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp Been hit wit' a few shells, but I don't walk wit' a limp (I'm ight) In the hood, in L.A, they saying "50 you hot" They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac But holla, in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm loco And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold I'm full of focused man, my money on my mind I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind Now shorty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex I, ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed My flow, my show brought me the doe That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels Look, nigga, I done came up and I ain't change And you should love it, way more then you hate it Nigga, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right? When my jaws get to bumpin' in the club it's on I wink my eye at you, bitch, if she smiles she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn If you talking 'bout money, homie, I ain't concerned I'm a tell you what Banks told me 'cause go 'head switch the style up If the niggas hate then let 'em hate and watch the money pile up Or we go upside they head wit' a bottle of bub They know where we fuckin' be You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either, nigga, But I lo chupe a junior, yeah In the club all the time, nigga, it's about to pop off, nigga G-Unit |
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Uhh,
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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| 3:49 |
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Eve]
Uh, uh, uh, huh Yo, yo Drop your glasses, shake your asses Face screwed up like you having hot flashes Which one, pick one, this one, classic Red from blonde, yeah bitch I'm drastic Why this, why that, lips stop askin Listen to me baby, relax and start passin Expressway, hair back, weavin through the traffic This one strong should be labeled as a hazard Some of y'all niggas hot, sike I'm gassin Clowns I spot em and I can't stop laughin Easy come, easy go, E-V gon' be lastin Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic Some of y'all aint writin well, too concerned with fashion None of you aint gizell, cat walk and imagine Alotta y'all Hollywood, drama, passed it Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it [CHORUS: Gwen Stefani] And if I had to give you up It's only been a year Now I got my foot through the door And I aint goin nowhere It took awhile to get me in And I'm gonna take my time Don't fight that good shit in your ear Now let me blow ya mind [Eve] They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy(?) Shank up, haters wanna come after me You aint a ganster, prankster, too much to eat Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me Now while you grittin your teeth Frustration baby you gotta breathe Take alot more that you to get rid of me You see I do what they can't do, I just do me Aint no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines Love for my wordplay that's hard to find Sophomore, I aint scared, one of a kind All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine Eyes bloodshot, stressin, chills up your spine Huh, sick to your stomach wishin I wrote your lines [CHORUS] [Eve] Let your bones crack Your back pop, I can't stop Excitement, glock shots from your stash box Fuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash route Locked down, blastin, sets while I mash out Yeah nigga, mash out, D-R-E Back track, think back, E-V-E Do you like that (ooooh), you got to I know you Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too Don't believe I'll show you, take you with me Turn you on, pension gone, give you relief Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me 'Dancin much, get it all? now I'm complete, uh huh Still stallion, brick house, pile it on Ryde or Die, bitch, double R, can't crawl Beware, cuz I crush anything I land on Me here, aint no mistake nigga it was planned on [CHORUS] |
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Yo Rakim what's up?
Yo I'm doing the knowledge E. I'm trying to get paid in full Well check this out since Nobry Walters is our agency right? True Kara Lewis is our agent Word up Zakia/4th & Broadway is our record company Indeed Okay so who we rollin with? We rollin with Rush Of Rushtown Management. Check this out since we talking over this def beat that I put together, I wanna hear some of them def rhymes, know what I'm sayin? And together, we can get paid in full... Thinkin of a master plan Cuz ain't nuthin but sweat inside my hand So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent So I dig deeper but still comin up with lint So I start my mission- leave my residence Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid So I think of all the devious things I did I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuthin funny Stop smiling, be still, don't nuthin move but the money But now I learned to earn cos I'm righteous I feel great! so maybe I might just Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive Then maybe I'll stay alive So I walk up the street whistlin this Feelin out of place cos, man, do I miss A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of Me and Eric B, and a nice big plate of Fish, which is my favorite dish But without no money it's still a wish Cos I don't like to dream about gettin paid So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made To now test to see if I got pull Hit the studio, cos I'm paid in full |
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[Jay-Z]
That's right, papa, that's right How we do, yeah, Ill Na Na Uh huh, uh, come on... [Foxy] What up pop, brace yourself as I ride on top Close your eyes as you ride, right out your socks Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle Nasty-girl don't pass me the world I push to be not the backseat girl Don't deep throat the C-note she float Murder she wrote, and keeps the heat close Firm nigga, we 'posed to be the illest on three coasts Familia, bigga than Icos Y'all, Danny DeVitoes, small niggaz All I see is the penny heaters, that's all niggaz No shark in this year raise it bigga Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up and take notice, Na Na take over Y'all take quotas, to hit papa Chorus: Jay-Z Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits Now tell me, how nasty can you get All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods It's ripped, one thing for sure -- I'll be good (repeat 2X) FOXY: I'm 2 Live, Nasty As I Wanna Be JAY-Z: Don't shake your sassy ass in front of me 'fore I take you there and tear your back out FOXY: That shit ain't happened since The Mack was out [Foxy] Uhh, rollin for Lana, dripped in Gabbana Nineties style, you find a style Right away it's the fit, wanna taste the shit Put me on a bass, and throw your face in it, fucker Na Na, y'all can't touch her My sex drive all night like a trucker let alone the skills I posess And y'all gon' see by these mil's I posess Never settle for less, I'm in excess Not inexpensive DVS To the two, that's just the way I'm built Nasty -- what, classy, still Chorus [Jay-Z] Well you can hoe what I got, roll with the rock The fella Capo in the candy apple drop Will tears fall to your ears if I don't stop Can ya throw it like a quarterback, third in the lot? [Foxy] Dig me, I get you locked like Biggie, wit Irv in the spot Word middie, the cop 'n biddie Uhh, I'm the bomdigi, punana Sexy brown thing, uh, Madon' y'all Make em turn over from the full-court pressure to undress ya and shit all over your asses I ain't playin knockin out at the Williams I'm sayin, what's the sense in delayin I'm tryin to run G from the P to the A.M. I saw your little thing now I'm swayin, OK'in (ahh, shit... uh, uh) Chorus |
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Intro:
Pump p Pump Pump Pump p p Pump Pump it up Pump p Pump Pump Pump p p Pump Pump it up Pump p p Pump Pump it up (Just Blaze) We gon' do it like (Uuh, uuh, uhh) Verse 1: Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk With a dame and shit that's drunk You came to get it on More than 5 O's in ya bank then get it on Roll up like that stank and get it on Slank that fitted on, came to get it on Hold up she want work that, twork that Then again lemme hurt that, murk that Til ya gotta hurt back Can't spit it out Boo you gotta slurp that Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that Joey I'm responsible for bringin' Jersey back (And we bad huh) She at the bar stylin' she throwin' it up She drink a little hypno, throwin' it up But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut Ma if you agree I want nut Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (Uuh) Chorus: Fellas, Do ya thing lemme do my thang I mean, Do ya thing lemme do my thang Shorties, Move that thing mami move that thang C'mon, Move that thing mami move that thang Hustlers, Do ya thing lemme do my thang Please tell the DJ, pump p p pump pump it up Bridge: I see some haters grillin' I see some ladies chillin' I see that girlie I've been plottin' to get She can hop in the whip And we can Pump p p Pump Pump it up Verse 2: OK, we was leaving we was done Then she said "Can my people's come" Here we go I see it don't stop They wanna ride in something where the rims don't stop Look baby you fine but ya girlfriends not And then she wanna holdout getting cute on the phone I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on ya own My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much My jump off never ask why I go out so much My jump off never has me going out of my way And she don't want nothin' on Valentines Day My jump off don't argue or get rebellious And she don't mind hangin' out with the fellas My jump off's not insecure or jealous (Uuh, uuh, uuh) (Chorus) Verse 3: Y'all dudes keep talkin' 'bout ya ice and all the shine to it That's alright go cross-world find cubic Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid Tellin' me she don't give brain like I'm stupid You can do anything if you put ya mind to it (Get it) Think about it the game is bad playa Ain't it bad playa Don't worry Joey will change it back playa Might of heard me spittin' with Cain and Fab playa I got the set boards to bring it back playa Bang and clap playa Front man no longer playin' the back playa Plain as that playa 808's pumpin' bang the track playa Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa Look, whatchu want bump double click pump Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off When all the streets need is j j j jump off j j Jump j j j j j j Jump off (Uuh, uuh, uuh) |
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now what you hear is not a test--i'm rappin to the beat
and me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet see i am wonder mike and i like to say hello to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow but first i gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie let's rock, you dont stop rock the riddle that will make your body rock well so far you've heard my voice but i brought two friends along and next on the mike is my man hank come on, hank, sing that song check it out, i'm the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a and the rest is f-l-y ya see i go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons i'll tell ya why ya see i'm six foot one and i'm tons of fun and i dress to a T ya see i got more clothes than muhammad ali and i dress so viciously i got bodyguards, i got two big cars that definitely ain't the wack i got a lincoln continental and a sunroof cadillac so after school, i take a dip in the pool which really is on the wall i got a color tv so i can see the knicks play basketball hear me talkin bout checkbooks, credit cards more money than a sucker could ever spend but i wouldnt give a sucker or a bum from the rucker not a dime till i made it again everybody go, hotel motel what you're gonna do today (say what) cause i'm going to get a fly girl, gonna get some spanking drive off off in a fresh oj. everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn say if your girl starts actin up, then you take her friend master g, my mellow its on you so what you gonna do well it's on n on n on on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn i said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e i said i go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the master gee well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls i'm goin down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be now i'm feelin the highs and ya feelin the lows the beat starts gettin into your toes ya start poppin ya fingers and stompin your feet and movin your body while youre sittin in your seat and the damn ya start doin the freak i said damn, right outta your seat then ya throw your hands high in the air ya rockin to the rhythm, shake your derriere ya rockin to the beat without a care with the sureshot m.c.s for the affair now, im not as tall as the rest of the gang but i rap to the beat just the same i dot a little face and a pair of brown eyes all im here to do ladies is hypnotize singin on n n on n on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn singin on n n on n on on n on like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie pop da pop pop ya dont dare stop come alive yall gimme what ya got i guess by now you can take a hunch and find that i am the baby of the bunch 'but that's okay i still keep in stride cause all i'm here to do is just wiggle your behind singin on n n on n on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn singin on n n on n on on n on rock rock yall throw it on the floor im gonna freak ya here im gonna feak ya there im gonna move you outta this atmosphere cause im one of a kind and ill shock your mind ill put t-n-t in your behind i said 1-2-3-4, come on girls get on the floor a-come alive, yall a-gimme what ya got cause im guaranteed to make you rock i said 1-2-3-4 tell me wonder mike what are you waitin for? i said hip hop the hippie to the hippie the hip hip hop, a you dont stop the rock it to the bang bang the boogie say up jumped the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beat skiddlee beebop a we rock a scoobie doo and guess what america we love you cause ya rocked and a rolled with so much soul you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old i dont mean to brag i don't mean to boast but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast rock it up a baby bubbah baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang da boogie to the beat beat, its so unique come on everybody and dance to the beat a hip hop the hippie the hippie to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop rock it rock it out baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang the boogie to the boogie da beat i said i cant wait til the end of the week when im rappin to the rhythm of a groovy beat and attempt to raise your body heat just blow your mind so that you can't speak and do a thing bout a rock and shuffle your feet and let it change up to a dance called the freak and when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beat rest a little while so ya don't get weak i know a man named hank he has more rhymes than a serious bank so come on hank sing that song to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong well, im imp the dimp the ladies pimp the women fight for my delight but im the grandmaster with the three mc's that shock the house for the young ladies and when you come inside, into the front you do the freak, spank, and do the bump and when the sucker mc's try to prove a point we're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint a from sun to sun and from day to day i sit down and write a brand new rhyme because they say that miracles never cease i've created a devastating masterpiece i'm gonna rock the mike till you cant resist everybody, i say it goes like this well i was comin home late one dark afternoon a reporter stopped me for a interview she said she's heard stories and she's heard fables that i'm vicious on the mike and the turntable this young reporter i did adore so i rocked some vicious rhymes like i never did before she said damn fly guy im in love with you the casanova legend must have been true i said by the way baby what's your name said i go by the name of lois lane and you could be my boyfiend you surely can just let me quit my boyfriend called superman i said he's a fairy i do suppoose flyin through the air in pantyhose he may be very sexy or even cute but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit i said you need a man who's got finesse and his whole name across his chest he may be able to fly all through the night but can he rock a party til the early light he cant satisfy you with his little worm but i can bust you out with my super sperm i go do it, i go do it, i go do it, do it , do it an i'm here an i'm there i'm big bang hank, im everywhere just throw your hands up in the air and party hardy like you just dont care let's do it don't stop yall a tick a tock yall you don't stop go hotel motel what you gonna do today (say what) im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def oj everybody go hotel motel holiday inn you say if your girl starts actin up then you take her friend i say skip, dive, what can i say i can't fit em all inside my oj so i just take half and bust them out i give the rest to master gee so he could shock the house it was twelve o'clock one friday night i was rockin to the beat and feelin all right everybody was dancin on the floor doin all the things they never did before and then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean she came into the bar, she came into the scene she traveled deeper inside the room all the fellas checked out her white sasoons she came up to the table, looked into my eyes then she turned around and shook her behind so i said to myself, its time for me to release my vicious rhyme i call my masterpiece and now people in the house this is just for you a little rap to make you boogaloo now the group ya hear is called phase two and let me tell ya somethin we're a hell of a crew once a week we're on the street just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free for you to party ya got to have the movies so we'll get right down and give you the groove for you to dance you gotta get hype so we'll get right down for you tonight now the system's on and the girls are there ya definitely have a rockin affair but let me tell ya somethin there's still one fact and to have a party ya got to have a rap so when the party's over you're makin it home and tryin to sleep before the break of dawn and while ya sleepin ya start to dream and thinkin how ya danced on the disco scene my name appears in your mind yeah, a name you know that was right on time it was phase two just a doin a do rockin ya down cause ya know we could to the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak come alive girls get on your feet to the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat to the double beat beat that it makes ya freak to the rhythm of the beat that says ya go on on n on into the break of dawn now i got a man comin on right now he's guaranteed to throw down he goes by the name of wonder mike come on wonder mike do what ya like i say a can of beer that's sweeter than honey like a millionaire that has no money like a rainy day that is not wet like a gamblin fiend that does not bet like dracula with out his fangs like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang like collard greens that dont taste good like a tree that's not made out of wood like goin up and not comin down is just like the beat without the sound no sound to the beat beat, ya do the freak everybody just rock and dance to the beat have you ever went over a friends house to eat and the food just ain't no good i mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed and the chicken tastes like wood so you try to play it off like you think you can by sayin that youre full and then your friend says momma he's just being polite he ain't finished uh uh that's bull so your heart starts pumpin and you think of a lie and you say that you already ate and your friend says man there's plenty of food so you pile some more on your plate while the stinky foods steamin your mind starts to dreamin of the moment that it's time to leave and then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin into something that looks like cheese oh so you say that's it i got to leave this place i dont care what these people think im just sittin here makin myself nauseous with this ugly food that stinks so you bust out the door while its still closed still sick from the food you ate and then you run to the store for quick relief from a bottle of kaopectate and then you call your friend two weeks later to see how he has been and he says i understand about the food baby bubbah but we're still friends with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin to the bang bang boogie say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beat i say hank can ya rock can ya rock to the rhythm that just don't stop can ya hip me to the shoobie doo i said come on make the make the people move i go to the halls and then ring the bell because i am the man with the clientele and if ya ask me why i rock so well a big bang, i got clientele and from the time i was only six years old i never forgot what i was told it was the best advice that i ever had it came from my wise dear old dad he said sit down punk i wanna talk to you and don't say a word until im through now there's a time to laugh a time to cry a time to live and a time to die a time to break and a time to chill to act civilized or act real ill but whatever ya do in your lifetime ya never let a mc steal your rhyme so from six to six til this very day ill always remember what he had to say so when the sucker mc's try to chump my style i let them know that i'm versatile i got style finesse and a little black book that's filled with rhymes and i know you wanna look but the thing that separates you from me and that's called originality because my rhymes are on from what you heard i didnt even bite and not a go word and i say a little more later on tonight so the suker mc's can bite all night a tick a tock yall a beat beat yall a lets rock yall ya don't stop ya go hotel motel whatcha gonna do today (say what) ya say im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin drive off in a def oj everybody go hotel motel holiday inn ya say if your girl starts actin up then you take her friends a like that yall to the beat yall beat beat yall ya don't stop a master gee my mellow its on you so whatcha gonna do well like johnny carson on the late show a like frankie croker in stereo well like the barkay's singin holy ghost the sounds to throw down they're played the most its like my man captain sky whose name he earned with his super sperm we rock and we don't stop get off yall im here to give you whatcha got to the beat that it makes you freak and come alive girl get on your feet a like a perry mason without a case like farrah fawcett without her face like the barkays on the mike like gettin right down for you tonight like movin your body so ya dont know how right to the rhythm and throw down like comin alive to the master gee the brother who rocks so viciously i said the age of one my life begun at the age of two i was doin the do at the age of three it was you and me rockin to the sounds of the master gee at the age of four i was on the floor givin all the freaks what they bargained for at the age of five i didnt take no jive with the master gee its all the way live at the age of six i was a pickin up sticks rappin to the beat my stick was fixed at the age of seven i was rockin in heaven don'tcha know i went off i gotta run on down to the beat you see gettin right on down makin all the girls just take of their clothes to the beat the beat to the double beat beat that makes you freak at the age of eight i was really great cause every night you see i had a date at the age of nine i was right on time cause every night i had a party rhyme goin on n n on n on on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn a sayin on n n on n on on n on... like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop a saying on n n on n on on n on cause i'm a helluva man when i'm on the mike i am the definate feast delight cause i'm a helluva man when i'm on the mike i am the definate feast delight i'm a helluva man when i'm on the mike i am the definate feast delight come to the master gee you see the brother who rocks so viciously |
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| 3:39 |
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Arf arf
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Grrrr) Uh, yeah don't get it twisted This rap shit, is mine, motherfuckers It's not, a fuckin', game Fuck what you heard It's what you hearin' It's what you hearin' (Listen) It's what you hearin' (Listen) It's what you hearin' (Listen) X gon' give it to ya Fuck waitin' for you to get it on your own, X gon' deliver to ya Knock knock, open up the door it's real With the non-stop pop-pop, from stainless steel Go hard gettin' busy wit it But I got such a good heart, that I'll make a motherfucker wonder if he did it Damn right, and I'll do it again 'Cause I am right, so I gots to win Break bread with the enemy No matter how many cats I break bread with, I'll break who you sendin' me You motherfuckers never wanted nothin' but your life saved, (Bitch) and that's for the light day I'm gettin down, down Make it nigga said freeze But won't be the one endin' up on his knees Bitch Please, If the only thing you cats did was came out to play Stay out my way Motherfucker First we gonna, rock, then we gonna, roll Then we let it POP, DONT LET IT GO X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya [Repeat Once] [Verse 2] Ain't never gave nothin to me But everytime I turn around Cats got they hands out wantin something from me I ain't got it so you can't get it Lets leave it at that cuz I ain't wit it Hit it wit full strength I'm a jail nigga So I face the world like it's Earl in the bullpen You against me, me against you Whatever, whenever What the fuck you gon do? I'm a Wolf in Sheeps clothing Only nigga that you know that can chill Come back and get the streets open I've been doing this for nineteen years Niggas wanna fight me? Fight these tears I put in work and it's all for the kids But these cats done forgot what work is (UH-HUH!) They don't know who we be Lookin! but they don't know who they see Nigga [Chorus: DMX] First we gonna ROCK,Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, DONT LET IT GO X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya [Repeat Once] [Verse 3] Aiiyo where my Niggaz at?! I know I got them down in the game Give em love and they give it back Talk to much for to long (What?!) Don't give up your to strong (What?!) Dog to the wow wow hunnies Shoutout to niggaz that done it And it ain't even about the dough It's about gettin down for what you stand for yo [Chorus: DMX] For First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, DONT LET IT GO X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya [Repeat Twice] |
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[G:]
Regulators we regulate any stealing of his property and we damn good too But you can't be any geek off the street, gotta be handy with the steel if you know what I mean, earn your keep! REGULATORS!!! MOUNT UP! [G:] It was a clear black night, a clear white moon Warren G was on the streets, trying to consume some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk just rollin in my ride, chillin all alone [Nate:] Just hit the Eastside of the LBC on a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G. Seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweak all you skirts know what's up with 213 [G:] So I hooks a left on the 21 and Lewis some brothas shootin dice so I said "Let's do this" I jumped out the ride, and said "What's up?" some brothas pulled some gats so I said "I'm stuck." [Nate:] Since these girls peepin me I'ma glide and swerve these hookers lookin so hard they straight hit the curb Won'tcha think of better things than some horny tricks I see my homey and some suckers all in his mix [G:] I'm gettin jacked, I'm breakin myself I can't believe they taking Warren's wealth they took my rings, they took my rolex I looked at the brotha said "Damn, what's next?" [Nate:] They got my homey hemmed up and they all around ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound I gotta come up real quick before they start to clown I best pull out my strap and lay them busters down [G:] They got guns to my head I think I'm going down I can't believe this happenin in my own town If I had wings I could fly let me contemplate I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate [Nate:] Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold now they droppin and yellin it's a tad bit late Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate I laid all them busters down I let my gat explode now I'm switching my mind back into freak mode if you want skirts sit back and observe I just left a gang of those over there on the curb [G:] Now Nate got the freaks and that's a known fact before I got jacked I was on the same track back up back up cause it's on N A T E and me the Warren to the G [Nate:] Just like I thought they were in the same spot in need of some desperate help the Nate Dogg and the G-child were in need of something else one of them dames was sexy as hell I said "ooo I like your size." she said "my car's broke down and you seem real nice, would ya let me ride?" I got a car full of girls and it's going real swell the next stop is the Eastside Motel [G:] I'm tweaking into a whole new era G-Funk step to this I dare ya Funk on a whole new level [Nate:] the rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble [G:] Chords Strings We brings Melody G-Funk where rhythm is life and life is rhythm [Nate:] If you know like I know you don't wanna step to this It's the G-Funk era funked out with a gangsta twist if you smoke like I smoke then you high like everyday and if your ass is a buster 213 will regulate |
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| 12. |
| 7:24 |
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> Baby don't you do it, don't do it babe
Don't break my heart, don't do it babe Don't break my heart, please don't do it babe Don't you break my heart 'Cause I sacrifice to make you happy Get nothin' for myself Now you wanna leave me For the love of someone else My pride is all gone, whether right or wrong I believe, baby, you'd better keep on keepin' on Girl, I try to do my best Girl, I try to do my best, don't do it babe Don't break my heart, oh don't do it baby Don't break my heart My biggest mistake was lovin' you too much And lettin' you know 'Cause now you've got me where you want me And you're gonna let me go My heart was made glad when you strolled, you see Heartaches and misery you've been causin' me Girl, I try to do my best Girl, I try to do my best Don't you do it, don't break my heart Go down to the river and there I'll be I'm gonna jump in, baby, if you don't see by me Open up your eyes; can't you see I love you? Open up your heart; can't you see I need you? I'm no good without you, can't go on without you Life's no good without you, what'm I gonna do without you? Baby don't do it, don't you break my heart Don't you do it, baby, don't you break my heart What'm I gonna do without you? Got to go on, baby Baby don't you do it |
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Hello how ya doing? Can we keep it moving?
It's the KJ-52 along with the John Reuben And we steady cooling mic checking one two and The choice is yours now 'cause this is what we doing You can get with this 'cause this for us is life But if you get with this understand this is Christ Otherwise you other guys get with that Mr.John Reuben, can you tell me where the parties at? Alright thanks my friend from the sons of 'In' We move to the rhythm without wondering Yeah we comes first all is under him Take a dope emcee and then double him And you got two, ok that's me and you Mr.John Ru with the KJ-52 Doing what it takes to light up the ear hole A lot of energy absolutely no soul You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" We got phat beats but what the fact's be Is that without Christ then the track be empty So understand simply that we ain't just emcee's We simply just state that, "Christ has changed me" Look at us strangely yo it's all the same B We don't care now peep the message we send thee So real swiftly when the enemy tempts me I'm like"Do da dippity' c'mon" I'm going this and that I write that and this But if that's not life well then it must be dismissed No time for negative gotta be positive Clear and sincere I think we state the obvious or is it? 'Cause I found this to be true So many times I do what I hate to do Brought back to the fact I'm in need of you But then again what else is really new? You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" Engine engine number 9, party peoples feeling fine If your life goes off the track Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Ya back on the scene crispy and clean You can get with that plus the gat and cream Or you can get with this and let Christ reign supreme But now the choice is still yours, you see what I mean? You see we seek like in abundance All right Yahweh came through and then gave me substance Overflowing we let it spill on the mic Embrace the truth and then we keep it focused right Despite obstacles can't let it sway me Even though at times my vision get hazy I say we stay on the path that leads to life No matter how narrow we can't lose sight You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" |
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Clap your hands everybody
If you got what it takes 'Cause I'm Kurtis Blow and I want you to know That these are the breaks Breakes on a bus brakes on a car Breaks to make you a superstar Breaks to win and breaks to lose But these here breaks will rock yo |
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Here we go,
Once upon a time not long ago, When people wore pajamas and lived life slow, When laws were stern and justice stood, And people were behavin' like they ought ta good, There lived a lil' boy who was misled, By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said: "Me, Ya, Ty, we gonna make sum cash, Robbin' old folks and makin' tha dash", They did the job, money came with ease, But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease, He robbed another and another and a sista and her brotha, Tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover, The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic, He said "Keep still, boy, no need for static", Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap, But little did he know the lil' boy was strapped, The kid pulled out a gun, he said "Why did ya hit me ?", The barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney, The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure, "I'll do years if I pull this trigga", So he cold dashed and ran around the block, Cop radioes it to another lady cop, He ran by a tree, there he saw this sista, A shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her, Looked around good and from expectations, So he decided he'd head for the subway stations, But she was coming and he made a left, He was runnin' top speed till he was outta breath, Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him, Then he made his move to an abandoned building, Ran up the stairs up to the top floor, Opened up the door there, guess who he saw?, Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope, Who don't know the meaning of water nor soap, He said "I need bullets, hurry up, run!" The dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun, He went outside but there was cops all over, Then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova (?), Raced up the block doing 83, Crashed into a tree near university, Escaped alive though the car was battered, Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered, Ran out of bullets and still had static, Grabbed a pregnant lady and out the automatic, Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full o' lead, He told the cops "Back off or honey here's dead", Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong, So he let the lady go and he starts to run on, Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded, Before long the lil' boy got surrounded, He dropped the gun, so went the glory, And this is the way I have end this story, He was only seventeen, in a madman's dream, The cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream, This ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh, Just another case 'bout the wrong path, Straight 'n narrow or yo' soul gets cast(?). Good night. |
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Ah, push it
Ah, push it Oooh, baby, baby baby, baby Oooh, baby, baby baby, baby Get up on this! Ow Baby! Salt and pepas here! Now wait a minute, yall This dance aint for everybody Only the sexy people So all you fly mothers, get on out there and dance Dance, I said! Salt and Pepas here, and were in effect Want you to push it, babe Coolin by day then at night working up a sewat Cmon girls, lets go show the guys that we know How to become number one in a hot party show Now push it Ah, push it, push it good Ah, push it, push it real good Ah, push it, push it good Ah, push it, p-push it real good Hey! Ow! Push it good! Oooh, baby, baby baby, baby Oooh, baby, baby baby, baby Yo, yo, yo, yo baby-pop Yeah, you come here, gimme a kiss Better make it fast or else I'm gonna get pissed Can't you here the musics pumpin hard like I wish you would? Now push it Push it good P, Push it real good Ah, push it Get up on this! Boy, you really got me going You got me so I don't know what I'm doing Ah, push it |
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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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I'm not lovin you, way I wanted to
What I had to do, had to run from you I'm in love with you, but the vibe is wrong And that haunted me, all the way home So ya never know, never, never know Never know enough, til it's over love Til we lose control, system overload Screamin no, no, no, no, no I'm not lovin you, way I wanted to See I wanna move, but can't escape from you So I keep it low, keep a secret code So everybody else don't have to know So keep ya love locked down, ya love locked down Now keep ya love locked down, ya love locked down Now keep ya love locked down, ya love locked down Now You keep ya love locked down, you lose I'm not lovin you, the way I wanted to I can't keep my cool, so I keep it true I got somethin' to lose, so I gotta move I can't keep myself, and still keep you too So I keep in mind, when I'm on my own Somewhere far from home, In the danger zone How many times did I take fo' it finally got through you lose, you lose I'm not lovin you, way I wanted to See I had to go, see I had to move No more wastin' time, you can't wait for life We're just racin' time, where's the finish line So keep ya love locked down, ya love locked down Keepin ya love locked down, ya love locked down Now keep ya love locked down, ya love locked down Now You keep ya love locked down, you lose I'm not lovin you, the way I wanted to I met no one new, I got no one new I know I said I'm through, but got love for you But I'm not lovin you, the way I wanted to Gotta keep it goin, keep the lovin gone Keep it on a roll, only God knows If I be with you, baby I'm confused You choose, you choose I'm not lovin you, way I wanted to When I wanna go, I don't need you I been down this road, too many times before I'm not lovin you, way I wanted to So keep ya love locked down, ya love locked down Keepin ya love locked down, ya love locked down Now keep ya love locked down, ya love locked down Now keep ya love locked down, you lose, you lose, you lose |
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Uh huh, no homo
Young Mula baby I say he so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper So I let her lick the wrapper She-she-she lick me like a lollipop (yeah) She-she lick me like a lollipop, lollipop (yeah) She-she-she lick me like a lollipop (yeah) She-she lick me like a lollipop, lollipop Shawty want a thug (yeah, yeah, yeah) Bottles in the club (yeah, yeah, yeah) Shawty wanna hump (yeah, yeah) You know I like to touch (yeah) your lovely lady lumps (She lick me like a wrapper) Shawty want a thug (she lick me like a, I like that) Bottles in the club (I like that) Shawty wanna hump (haha) You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps (Come on, yeah) Okay li'l mama had a swag like mine (yeah) She even wear her hair down her back like mine (yeah) I make her feel right when it's wrong like lyin' (yeah) Man, she ain't never had a love like mine (yeah) But man I ain't never seen an ass like hers (yeah) That pussy in my mouth had me loss for words (yeah) I told her back it up like berp berp (yeah) And she made that ass jump like jerp jerp (yeah) And that's when she She-she-she lick me like a lollipop (Yeah, oh yeah, I like that) She-she lick me like a lollipop, lollipop (Yeah, I like that) She-she-she lick me like a lollipop (Yeah, I like that) She-she lick me like a lollipop (Yeah, come on) Shawty want a thug (shawty want a thug, yeah) Bottles in the club (bottles in the club, yeah) Shawty wanna hump (shawty wanna hump, yeah) You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps (Yeah, shawty wanna, shawty wanna) Shawty want a thug (I like that) Bottles in the club (yeah I like that) Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch (I like that) your lovely lady lumps (lumps, haha) Okay, up and ooh (yeah) back it up and stop, stop (yeah) Drop it shawty (yeah), drop it like it's (like it's) hot Oooh (yeah) dr-dr-dr-drop it like it's (like it's) hot Dr-dr-drop it (drop it), it don't stop Shawty said the nigga that she with ain't shit (yeah) Shawty said the nigga that she with ain't this (yeah) Shawty said the nigga that she with can't hit (yeah) Well shawty I'ma hit it-hit it (hit it-hit it) like I can't miss And I can't do this (ugh) and I don't do that (ugh) Shawty need a refund (ugh), need to bring that nigga back (ugh) Just like a refund I make her bring that ass back (ugh) And she bring that ass back because I like that Shawty want a thug (yeah, yeah I like that) Bottles in the club (yeah, yeah I like that) Shawty wanna hump (yeah) You know I like to touch (I like that) your lovely lady lumps (yeah) Shawty wanna li-li-li-li-lick me like a lollipop (i said) Shawty wanna li-li-li-li-lick me like a lollipop Shawty wanna lick me like a lollipop So I let her lick the wrapper like a lollipop Shawty want a thug (shawty want a thug) Bottles in the club (bottles in the club) Shawty wanna hump (shawty wanna hump) You know I like to touch (you know I like to touch) your lovely lady lumps (Your lovely lady lumps, Stat) Call me so I can make it juicy for ya Call-ca-call me so-so I can get it juicy for ya Call-ca-call me so-so I can make it juicy for ya Call-call me so-so I can get it juicy for ya Call-call me (I say mmmmm) so-so I can make it juicy for ya Call-ca-call (I say mmmmm) me so-so I can get it juicy for ya Call-ca-call (I say mmmmm) me so-so I can make it juicy for ya Call-call me (mmmmmmm) so-so I can get it juicy for ya Shawty want a thug (yeah I like that) Bottles in the club (yeah I like that) Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps I said shawty want a thug, yeah Bottles in the club Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch your lovely lady (yeah) lumps I get her on top (yeah), she drop it like it's hot (yeah) And when I'm at the bottom (haha), she hit the ve' bottom Through middle of the bed (yeah) Gimme gettin' head (hunh), gimme gettin' head (hunh), gimme gettin' head (hunh) I say mmmmm (I like that), say mmmmm (yeah I like that) I say mmmmm (yeah I like that), mmmmmmm (say) Call me so I can come and do it for ya Call me so I can come and prove it for ya Call me so I can make it juicy for ya Call me so I can get it juicy for ya Shawty wanna li-li-li-li-lick me like a lollipop (haha) (She-she lick me) like a lollipop I say he so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper But you do so I let her lick the wrapper |
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Soulja boy off in this Ohh
Watch me crank it Watch me roll Watch me crank dat soulja boy Then super man dat Ohh Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja boy Soulja boy off in this Ohh Watch me crank it Watch me roll Watch me crank dat soulja boy Then super man dat Ohh Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja boy Soulja boy off in this Ohh Watch me lean and watch me rock Super man dat Ohh Then watch me crank dat robocop Super fresh now watch me jock Jocking on them haterz man When i do dat soulja boy I lean to the left and crank dat dance now you I'm jocking on yo jocking yo And if we get the fighting Then khaki on yo khaki on yo You catch me at yo local party Yes i crank it everyday Haterz get mad cuz i got me some bathing apes Soulja boy off in this Ohh Watch me crank it Watch me roll Watch me crank dat soulja boy Then super man dat Ohh Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me Soulja boy off in this Ohh Watch me crank it Watch me roll Watch me crank dat soulja boy Then super man dat Ohh Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja boy I'm bouncin on my toe Watch me super soak dat Ohh I'm a pass it to arab Then he gon crank it up fo sholl Haterz wanna be me Soulja boy i'm the man They be looking at my neck Sayin it's the rubber band man man Watch me do it watch me do it Dance dance Let get to it let get to it Nope you can't do it like me Nope so don't do it like me Folk i see you tryna do it like me Man that Dance was ugly Soulja boy off in this Ohh Watch me crank it Watch me roll Watch me crank dat soulja boy Then super man dat Ohh Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me Soulja boy off in this Ohh Watch me crank it Watch me roll Watch me crank dat soulja boy Then super man dat Ohh Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me I'm to fresh off in this Ohh Watch me crank it Watch me roll Watch me crank that roosavelt And super soak that Ohh And super soak that Ohh And super soak that Ohh And super soak that Ohh And super soak that Ohh I'm to fresh naw watch me doo it Watch me shuffle Watch me Yuua Watch me crank my soulja boy Super man you Super man doo it Super man doo it aaaaaaaaaaaa Soulja boy off in this Ohh Watch me crank it Watch me roll Watch me crank dat soulja boy Then super man dat Ohh Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me Soulja boy off in this Ohh Watch me crank it Watch me roll Watch me crank dat soulja boy Then super man dat Ohh Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa crank dat soulja Now watch me Yuuuuua Awwwwwww Yuuuuuuuuuaa |
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Give me freedom
give me fire give me reason take me higher See the champions take the field now you define us make us feel proud In the streets are exaliftin as we lose our inhabition Celebration its around us every nation all around us Singin forever young singin songs underneath that sun Lets rejoice in the beautiful game And together at the end of the day WE ALL SAY When I get older I will be stronger They'll call me freedom Just like a wavin flag And then it goes back And then it goes back And then it goes back And then it goes When I get older I will be stronger They'll call me freedom Just like a wavin flag And then it goes back And then it goes back And then it goes back And then it goes Give you freedom give you fire give you reason take you higher See the champions take the field now you define us make us feel proud In the streets are exaliftin as we lose our inhabition Celebration its around us every nations all around us Singin forever young singin songs underneath that sun Lets rejoice in the beautiful game And together at the end of the day WE ALL SAY When I get older I will be stronger They'll call me freedom Just like a wavin flag And then it goes back And then it goes back And then it goes back And then it goes When I get older I will be stronger They'll call me freedom Just like a wavin flag And then it goes back And then it goes back And then it goes back And then it goes WE ALL SAY When I get older I will be stronger They'll call me freedom Just like a wavin flag And then it goes back And then it goes back And then it goes back And then it goes When I get older I will be stronger They'll call me freedom Just like a wavin flag And then it goes back And then it goes back And then it goes back And then it goes |
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Oh Oh Oh Come on
Oh Ah Yo Homeboy I came to party yo'girl was lookin at me She's a haggler naw I'm not taggin her But you don't want them boys to come over and start askin ya What you wanna do What you tryin to do What you wanna do What you tryin to do Yo NOR papi say what that the man With his manager Chris and the label that Jams Still flossin showin your rocks Ain't you dudes heard grimey man we stole your watch It goes indian style he's been in dashiki Strapped in the baby tek baby tek BT True she at the bar lookin good in the brown dress Four to six shots and them things ain't around yet Persona all thugged out loud and clear Sayin fuck the straight henny just grab me a beer You see I'm reppin now and my mami's I got a weopen now Shoot at them clowns at they feet they high steppin now Left that wack label cause I don't like pricks I'm like a hammer that you hold on your hand I make hit's At the white boy club wylin buyin the bar They like hey now your an all star it go Homeboy I came to party yo' girl was lookin at me She's a haggler naw I'm not taggin her But you don't want them boys to come over and start askin ya What you wanna do What you tryin to do What you wanna do What you tryin to do I spit mack millimeter rhymes kill a liter in line My Peter got a heater in mines still lyin in they wack ass bars Only time they see jail when they watchin Oz I'm in the club pissy drunk like ahhhdadidaaaaa And mami took her papa like dadadidaaaaa Adios kill your soul then we body your ghost They call me tordo sip champagne and sip porto Playin cappy coo Man you ain't nappy too' I like when chocha be nappy too I treat life like a fast car lower my speed I try to chill and sell more records than Creed Been a hustler what what way before Melvin Flynt A criminal don't need no prints These dudes gave me a brick and they ain't seen me since Coulda woulda had them dudes straight hoppin the fence it go Homeboy I came to party yo' girl was lookin at me She's a haggler naw I'm not taggin her But you don't want them boys to come over and start askin ya What you wanna do What you tryin to do What you wanna do What you tryin to do La la la la la la la la la Oh La la la la la la la la la Oh La la la la la la la la la Oh La la la la la la la la la Oh La la la la la la la la la Oh La la la la la la la la la Oh La la la la la la la la la Oh La la la la la la la la la Oh Well ooops I dunn dunna again I got another one I keep it hid in my pocket I got another one Fast and furious dunn dunn dunn tudunn Still be in Miami and jet sking In the ocean where the sharks be at just OD'n Adebesi want a brick to pay double easy I got them thangs that a move easy And I told the lawyer I sold blow to old Goya I'm half spanish you see I cook coke to Goya Half spanish all day roastin poya Recognize when I'm runnin the game before me Chickens wasn't even messin with brain because me Now you started gettin head on the westside highway So recognize my nigga you did it my way Ice rockin brick choppin and gun shoppin I did it all beat cases with Cochran Homeboy I came to party yo' girl was lookin at me She's a haggler naw I'm not taggin her But you don't want them boys to come over and start askin ya What you wanna do What you tryin to do What you wanna do What you tryin to do |
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| 6. |
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Hu hu haaaaaa
Pump it Hu hu haaaaaa And pump it (louder) And pump it (louder) And pump it (louder) And pump it (louder) Turn up the radio Blast your stereo Right N*ggas wanna hate on us (who) N*ggas can be envious (who) And I know why they hatin on us (why) Cause that’s so fabulous (what) I’m a be real on us (c’mon) Nobody got nuttin on us (no) Girls be all on us from London back down to the US (s, s) We rockin it (contagious) monkey business just(outrageous) Just confess your girl admits that we the sh*t F-R-E-S-H we (fresh) D-E-F that’s right we def (raw) We definite B-E-P we reppin it So turn it up (turn it up) So turn it up (turn it up) So turn it up (turn it up) C’mon baby and just Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) And sigh oh oh oh oh Sigh oh oh oh oh Yo yo Turn up the radio Blast your stereo Right now This joint is fizzlin It’s sizzlin Right now (Yo check this out right here) Dude wanna hate on us (dude) Dude needa ease on up (dude) Dude wanna act on up But dude get shut like flavor shut (down) Chicks say she ain’t down But chick backstage when we in town (ha) She like man on drunk (fool) She wanna hit n run (errr) Yeah that’s the speed That’s what we do That’s who we be B-L-A-C-K-E-Y-E-D-P to the E then the A to the S When we play you shake your ass Shake it shake it, shake it girl Make sure you don’t break it girl Cause we gonna Turn it up (turn it up) Turn it up (turn it up) Turn it up (turn it up) C’mon baby just Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) And sigh, oh oh oh oh Sigh oh oh oh oh Yo yo Turn up the radio Blast your stereo Right now This joint is fizzlin It’s sizzlin Right Damn (dang) Damn (dang) Damn (dang) Damn (dang) Damn (dang) Apl de ap from Philippines Live and direct rocking this scene Waiting on down for the B-boys And B-girls waiting doin their thing Pump it louder come on Dont stop and keep it goin Do it lets get it on Move it Come on baby do it La-da-di-dup-dup di da On the stereo Let those speakers blow your mind (Blow my mind, baby) and let it go let it go Here we go La-da-di-dup-dup de dya (cmon were there) On the radio The system is gonna feel so fine ya ya ya ya uh uh Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) And sigh oh oh oh oh Sigh oh oh oh oh Yo yo Turn up the radio Blast your stereo Right now This joint is fizzlin It’s sizzlin Right |
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Four, Tres, Two, Uno
넷 셋 둘 하나 Listen up y'all The beat that I'm banging is the next shit [Verse 1] Fergalicious definition make the boys go loco They want my treasures So they get their pleasures from my photo You can see me (you can squeeze me) I ain't easy (I ain't sleazy) I got reasons why I tease 'Em Boys just come and go like seasons Fergalicious (so delicious) But I ain't promiscuous And if you was suspicious All that shit is fictitious I blow kisses That puts them boys on rock, rock And they be lining down the block Just to watch what I got [Chorus:] So delicious It's hot, hot So delicious I put them boys on rock, rock So delicious They want a taste of what I got I'm Fergalicious T-t-t-t-t-t- Tasty, Tasty [Verse 2] Fergalicious def Fergalicious def Fergalicious def Fergalicious definition make them boys go crazy They always claim they know me Comin' to me call me Stacy (Hey Stacy) I'm the F to the E-R-G the I And can't no other lady put it down like me I'm Fergalicious (so delicious) My body stay vicious I be up in the gym Just working on my fitness He's my witness I put your boy rock, rock And he be lining down the block Just to watch what I got [Chorus:] So delicious It's hot, hot So delicious I put them boys on rock, rock So delicious They want a taste of what I got I'm Fergalicious H-h-h-h-h-h hold up! Check it out! Baby baby baby If you really want me Honey keep your patience Maybe then you'll get a taste I'll be tasty, tasty, I'll be laced with lacey It's so tasty, tasty, It'll make you go crazy T to the A to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T to the A to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty D to the E to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S To the D to the E to the, To the To the, hit it Fergie [Verse 3] All the time I turn around, brother gather 'round Always looking at me up and down Look at my uhhhh I just want to say It now I ain't tryin' to 'round up Drama little mama I don't wanna take your man And I know tha I'm coming off Just a little bit conceited And I keep on repeatin' how the boys Want to eat it but I'm tryin' to tell That I can't be treated like clientele Cuz they say she delicious (so delicious) But I ain't promiscuous And if you was suspicious All that shit is fictitious I blow kisses That puts them boys on rock, rock And they be lining down the block Just to watch what I got Four, Tres, Two, Uno My body stay vicious I be up in the gym Just working on my fitness He's my witness I put your boy rock, rock And he be lining down the block Just to watch what I got It's so delicious It's so delicious It's so delicious I'm Fergalicious t-t-t-t Tasty, Tasty It's so delicious It's so delicious It's so delicious I'm Fergalicious t-t-t-t T to the A to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T to the A to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T to the A to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T to the A to the, to the, to the Four, Tres, Two, Uno D to the E to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S to the D to the E to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S to the D to the E to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S to the D to the E to the to the to the Four, Tres, Two, Uno T to the A to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T to the A to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T to the A to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T to the A to the, to the, to the Four, Tres, Two, Uno D to the E to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S to the D to the E to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S to the D to the E to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S to the D to the E to the to the to the . |
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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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C'mon manAnd with the local DBT news, LL Cool J with a triumphant comeback [mumbling] but tonite... Don't call it a comeback I been here for years Rockin my peers and puttin suckas in fear Makin the tears rain down like a MON-soon Listen to the bass |
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| 4:02 |
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Chain gleaming
Switching lanes Two seating Hate him or love him For the same reason wish Can't leave it The games needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in So in God's Son we trust Cause they know I'm gonna give em what they want They looking for a hero I guess that makes me a hero Another chapter of the cleanest rapper Distinguished gentlemen Crooks and castle on his back Maybacher exotic lady eye catcher Holla at'cha call me the chiropractor Working like Muay Thai class Get perspire out ya And of course I've been the boss since back when Rocking D Boy Fila velor in a 190 black Benz Now they shut down the stores when I'm shopping Used to be train robbing face covered in stocking I'm him Chain gleaming Switching lanes Twoseating Hate him or love him For the same reason wish Can't leave it The games needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in So in God's Son we trust Cause they know I'm gonna give em what they want They looking for a hero I guess that makes me a hero Rubber grip holder reloader Come at me I'ma rip your soldiers in half Silverback ape nickle plated mag Young rich and flashy Young bitch I'm nasty All black clothes til ice lay on me so classy And every time I close my lids I can still see the borough I can still see the Bridge I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain't never lived to see Tell them angels open the door for me From nine berettas and moving raw To chilling in wine cellars Sticks and humidors That's what I call mature That's what I call a g That's what I call a pimp That's what I call a gangsta To the fullest shit I'm tryin to make more cream By every step to September 14th that's my dream So I can be more clean as I grow yearly I can see things more clearly That's why they fear me Chain gleaming Switching lanes Two seating Hate him or love him For the same reason Can't leave it The games needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in So in God's Son we trust Cause they know I'm gonna give em what they want They looking for a hero I guess that makes me a hero It's universal apartheid I'm hog tied the corporate side Blocking y'all from going to stores and buying it First LA was riding wit it But Newsweek article startled big wigs They said Nas why is he trying it My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning Forgetting Nas the only true rebel since the beginning Still in musical prison in jail for the flow Try telling Bob Dylan Bruce or Billy Joel They can't sing what's in their soul So Untitled it is I never change nothin but people remember this If NaS can't say it think about these talented kids With new ideas being told what they can and can't spit I can't sit and watch it So shit I'ma drop it Like it or not You ain't gotta cop it I'm a hustler in the studio Cups of Don Julio No matter what the CD called I'm unbeatable y'all Let's Go |
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Are you ready
I need everybody to report to the dance floor now To all my ladies that don't need child support I need you to report to the dance floor right now All my niggaz that's on the grind You on the grind right now We about to get it poppin' in this motherfucker Already told y'all what it is Swizzy Y'all gon' make me 1, 2 hands in the air Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin') See if the God say get her I'ma get her I'll hit her wit a pillow where the casket won't fit her The only reason I hit her she kept talkin' greasy Lil' jump skeezy betta ask somebody who I be (Bitch) I'm are to the E Z It's mid-summer got on long sleeves cause my arms is freezin' I gets fly for no reason See I got money but its always robbin' season, yeah See hip hop needs me, the beats is Swizz The girl is sick and please believe, that I'ma start Till every damn day I ball My jeans is blue and gray like Seton Hall Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Yeah, see Rem is a monster I'm raps MVP the star on the roster Officially a boogie-down Bronxer Terror Squad ain't the Brady Bunch and I ain't Marcia My shits so butter they should call me Marge And I ain't gotta be boss just as long as I'm in charge And whuteva I say goes, so if I say no Don't ask why I assume its because I say so I've been doin' it too long, ain't nothin' new to me I'll run through your lil' gated community You know how the girl be, I'm a show stopper I'll give it to you early before the toast pops up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin') See this goes out to my be X crew Put your hands up in the air if you feel me Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night Treat niggaz like hoes It's 'Whuteva' like a four alarm blaze And I'm hotter then hoes that work at the Days Inn People tryin' to make shit to make niggaz bop I make shit they play then niggaz get shot Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Right hand got a blunt, left hand got a cup And you already know the rules don't apply to us We gon' do what we do, it's whuteva to fuck We got that fly shit here we go Drivin' backwards down a one way like Big in the hypnotize video Bang this in your stereo, turn it higher, higher Now everybody light your lighters Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin') |
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see now you who the god be,
back runnin the city and you know who the squad be flipmode bitch look see ain′t nothin changed now i′m back with the remix with the queens of the game (turn it up!!) when you see me in the spot you niggas better respect it y′all already know where i rep ain′t no reason to check it and i know that you ain′t fuckin with me just for the record so instead i′m a let, mary j. blige come and set it (now get low mary!) maybe you can guess who it is (uh huh) mary j. blige about to handle my biz (uh huh) i′m on my grown woman still i rep for the kids in every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (turn it up!!) now you know who′s really the queen deliver the mail seven hundred thirty thousand first week of my sales the haters plot and they watch lookin all pale while i′m on a yacht, overseas doin my nails (get low mary!) well let me show you how we do (ha!) i gotta thank everyone for coppin the breakthrough (uh huh) bus did take one the remix is take two you love the way we reinventin how we just stay new (turn it up!!) how we sellin out theb stadiums, arenas and all (ha!!!) only louis and gucci we don′t shop at the mall (huh!) got you partyin and dancin and havin a ball and your lovin the way we reppin how we do it for y′all go ′head and ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ (get Ra digga!) see me rollin up in your hood (uh huh) these jokers screa,in damn rah still be lookin good (yeah) they do they little mack he askin me who i tapped ain′t none of your concern you a g make it hap (turn it up!!) when i give a nigga some play he losin his brain (uh) askin me a bunch of questions actin like he my man wanna stress a bitch out tellin me i did change they sayin damn my bad if you fell for the game (get Ra digga!) now he sittin there lookin stuck (ha!) he thinkin cause he spent a little dough i′m ′gon fuck if money ain′t a thang i′m sayin let a bitch know typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (turn it up!!) now he hopin on the jet he ain′t wastin no time told me all expense paid anyplace i could find hit the islands in the winter trickin all on his dime ain′t a shorty in the world pussy better than mine, they wanna ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ star symbol are for missy elliott′s adlibs i′m jinglin baby, go ′head mami, don′t i look charmin put your lips up on me (woo!!!) kiss it touch it, good, yes i wish you would (turn it up!!) you like to see me when i dip baby dip (ha) don′t it look like i got beyonce′s hips lookin like i could be nia long boy you smokin that cheech and chong have you ever seen thickness in a thong (come on!) you can hit it like a game of ping pong if you give me two shots of it strong nigga bring it on i might let you take me home (turn it up!!) now busta bus (bus!!) misdemeanor in here this year be clear y′all be beware fake mc′s y′all can′t come near i′m toxic baby like i′m britney spears ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ see i ain′t even gotta talk to y′all!!! i let the queens of the game get at y′all!! se y′all ain′t even in my league!!! flipmode bitch!!!! ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ - |
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[Chorus]
They see me rollin They hatin Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty My music so loud I'm swangin They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty [Verse 1 - Chamillionaire] Police think they can see me lean I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen When you see me ride by they can see the glean And my shine on the deck and the TV screen Ride with a nooche, she like hold up Next to the playstation controller is a full clip and my pistola Turn a jacker into a coma Girl you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone Just tryin to bone ain't tryin to have no babies Rock clean itself so I pull in ladies Laws of patrolling you know they hate me Music turned all the way up until the maximum I can speak for some niggas tryin to jack for some But we packin somethin that we have and um will have a nigga locked up in the maximum Security cell, I'm grippin oak Music loud and tippin slow Twist and twistin like hit this dough Pull up from behind and is in his throat Windows down gotta stop pollution CDs change niggas like who is that producing? This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin Got warrants in every city except Houston but I'm still ain't losin [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone] I been drinkin and smokin holdin shit cause a brother can't focus I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope this big ol Excursion swerving all up in the curve man Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again we in the wind Doin a hundred while I come from the block And rollin another one up, we livin like we ain't givin a fuck I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all Comin up pretty deep, me and my do-jo I gotta get back to backstreets Wanted by the six pound and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep creep Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key With no regards for the law we dodge em like fuck em all But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark, but well if you want, nigga you poppin dark Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Chamillionaire] Do what you thinkin so, I tried to let you go Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower A nigga upset for sure cause they think they know that they catchin me with plenty of the drinkin drough So they get behind me tryin to check my tags, look at my rearview and they smilin Thinkin they'll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin Cause they denyin is racial profiling Houston, TX you can check my tags Pull me over try to check my slab Glove compartment gotta get my cash Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast And been a baller that I am I talk to them, giving a damn bout not feeling my attitude When they realize I ain't even ridin dirty bet you'll be leavin with an even madder mood I'mma laugh at you then I'mma have to cruise I'm in number two on some more DJ Screw You can't arrest me plus you can't sue This a message to the laws tellin them WE HATE YOU I can't be toss or tell em that they shoulda known Tippin down sittin crooked on my chrome Bookin my phone tryin to find a chick I wanna bone Like they couldn't stop me I'mma bout to pull up at your home and it's on [Chorus 2x] |
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[Intro]
Owwwwww!!!! yeah! my niggaz!!! uh huh!!! Throw your hands in the air right now man!!! Feel this shit right here! Scott Storch nigga! Yeah Khalid I see you nigga!!! Show Big Pun love! Uh! Yeah! Uh! Yo! [Fat Joe] I don`t give a fuck about your faults or mishappens nigga We from the Bronx, New York, shit happens Kids clappin, love to spark the place Half the niggaz in the squad got a scar on their face It`s a cold world and this is ice Half a mill for the charm, nigga this is life Got the Phantom in front of the buildin, Trinity Ave Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad As a young′n - was too much to cope with Why you think ha mu′fuckers nicknamed me Cook Coke shit Shoulda been called Armed Robbery Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle Just as long, I knew me and my peoples was ′gon bubble Came out the gate on some Flow Joe shit Fat nigga with the shotty was the logo kid! [Chorus] Said my niggaz don`t dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back I said my niggaz don`t dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (Come on!) [Remy Martin] R to the Ezzy, M to the Yzzy My arms stay breezy, the Don stay flizzy Got a date at 8, I`m in the 7-4-fizzive And I just bought a bike so I can ride till I die With a matchin jacket, ′bout to cop me a mansion My niggaz in the club, but you know they not dancin We gangsta, and gangstas don`t dance with boogies So never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodies Listen we don`t pay admission and the bouncers don`t check us And we - walk around the metal detectors And there really ain`t a need for a VIP section In the middle of the dance floor reckless, check it Said he - liked my necklace, started relaxin Now that`s what the fuck I call a chain reaction See ″Money Ain`t a Thing″ nigga, we still the same niggaz Flows just changed now we bout to change the game nigga [Chorus] Said my niggaz don`t dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back I said my niggaz don`t dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (Come on!) [Fat Joe] Now we living better now, Coogi sweater now And that G4 can fly through any weather now See, niggaz get tight when you worth some millions This is why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelings You can find Joe Crack at all type of shit Out in Vegas front row to all the fights and shit If 5-0 boy come, then they`d proudly squeal Cause half these rappers they +Blow+ like Derek Foreal If you cross the line, damn right I`m gon hurt ya These faggot niggaz even made gang signs commercial Even Lil′ Bow Wow throwin it up B2K crip walkin like that`s what`s up! Kay keep tellin me to speak about the Rucker Matter of fact, I don′t wanna speak about the Rucker Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this My niggaz didn′t have to play to win the championship, come on! [Chorus] Niggaz don`t dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back I said my niggaz don′t dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (Come on!) [Outro] Ha! ha! yeah! (Can you hear me?!) Bronx, BX borough, Terror Squad, uh (Ha!) Big Pun forever, Tone Montana forever (Can you hear me?!) Uh! Yeah! Streets is ours, come on!!! Nah man, it ain`t never gon stop Search!!! Raul!!! JB, Fat Ant come on!!! Uh!! |
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| 15. |
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(Intro)
(Game whispering) Dre, I see dead people (Junior Reid) Modern vampires of the city! I taste blood! Bloooooood! Blo-od! (Game) Yo Dre, thought I was dead West Coast (Verse 1) I'm the doctor's advocate, nigga Dre shot cha Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the Doctor The Math gonna drop him and 50 ain't rockin With him no more, It's okay, I get it poppin Whole club rockin like a 6-4 Impala Drink Cris', throw it up, call the shit hydraulics Then piss in a cup, call the shit Hypnotiq I bleed Compton, spit crack and shit Chronic And you new niggaz ain't shit but new niggaz Bathing Ape shoe niggaz, I'm talking to you niggaz Bounce in the 6-4, throwing up Westside man Sell another five million albums, Yes I am Fresh like damn, this nigga did it again A hundred thousand on his neck, LA above the brim Inside the lambo, shotgun with snoop What would the motherf**kin' west coast be without one crip and (Chorus) One blood {*4X*} Blood {*9X*} One blood {*4X*} (Verse 2) I'm from the west side of the 6-4 Impala Where niggaz say where you from, we don't ever say holla Bandana on the right side, gun on the left side Niggaz in New York know how to throw up the west side Word to Eazy, I'm so ill, believe me I made room for Jeezy, but the rest of you niggaz Better be glad you breathin, All I need is one reason I'm the king and Dre said it, the west coast need me I don't know why you niggaz keep tryin me Everybody know that I'm the aire to the Aftermath dynasty And I ain't gotta make shit for the club What DJ gonna turn down a 38 snub You 38 and you still rappin? Ugh I'm 26 nigga, so is the doves In the '07 Hummer, hop out, nobody dodge When the chronic smoke clear, all you gonna hear is (Chorus) (Verse 3) I ain't got beef with 50, no beef with Jay What's beef when you getting head in the 6-Tre And the double game chains, I keep 'em on display Black t-shirt so all you see is the A Turn on the TV and all you see is the A You niggaz better make up a dance and try and get radio play Keep on snapping your fingers, I ain't going away I don't regret what I spit cause I know what I say And niggaz talking bout me, they don't know when to stop I got the Louis Vuiton beltbuckle holding the glock No bean, no silencer, I know when to pop Wait til Lil' Jon come on and let off a shot I had the number 1 billboard spot Niggaz stepped on my fingers and I climbed right back to the top I'm Big, I'm Cube, I'm Nas, I'm Pac This ain't shit but a warning until my album drops (Chorus) - 2X |
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| 4:48 |
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Guess Who You Miss me?
Jessica Simpson sing the chorus When you walk through the door It was clear to me (clear to me) You’re the one they adore who they came to see (who they came to see) You’re a rockstar (baby) verybody wants you (everybody wants you) layer Who can really play you (who can really play you) we're the ones who made you *cough cough* Back by popular demand Now pop a little zantac for antacid if you can You're ready to tackle any task that is at hand How does it feel is it fantastic is it grand? Well look at all the massive masses in the stands Shady man no don’t massacre the fans Damn I think Kim Kardashians a man he stumped just cause he asked to put his hands On her massive glutious maximus again queeze it then Squish it then pass it to her friend can he come back as nasty as he can Yes he cancan don’t ask me this again He does not mean to lesbian offend But Lindsay please come back to seeing men Samantha’s a 2 Youre practically a 10 I know you want me girl In fact I see it when I come in girl When you walk through the door It was clear to me (clear to me) you’re the one they adore who they came to see (who they came to see) You’re a rockstar (baby) Everybody wants you (everybody wants you) Player… Who can really play you (who can really play you) We're the ones who made you The enforcer looking for more women to torture Walk up to the cutest girl and Charley Horse her Sorry Portia but whats Ellen DeGeneres Have that I don't are you telling me tenderness? well I can be as gentle and as smooth as a gentleman Give me my ventolin inhaler and 2 zenedrin And I'll invite Sarah Palin out to dinner then Nail her'Baby say hello to my little friend' Brit forget K Fed lets cut off the middle man Forget him or your gona end up in hospital again And this time it wont be for the riddle and binge Forget them other men girl pay them little attention A little bit did I mention that Jennifer's in love with me John Mayer So sit on the bench Man I swear them other guys you give em an inch They take a mile they got style bigger than Slim When you walk through the door it was clear to me (clear to me) You’re the one they adore who they came to see (who they came to see) You’re a rockstar (baby) Everybody wants you (everybody wants you) Player… Who can really play you (who can really play you) We're the ones who made you And that’s why my love You'll never live without I know you want me girl cause I can see you checking me out And baby you know you know you want me too Don’t try to deny it baby I’m the only one for you (Fart) Damn girl Im beginning to sprout an alfalfa Why should I wash my filthy mouth out You think that’s bad you should hear the rest of my album Never has there been so finesse and nostalgia Man Cash I don’t mean to mess up your gal but Jessica Alba put a breast in my mouth but Wowzers I just made a mess of my trousers And they wonder why I keep dressing like Elvis Lord help us hes back in his pink Alf shirt Looking like someone shrinked his outfit I think hes about to flip Jessica rest assure Supermans here to rescue ya Can you blame me? You’re my Amy im your Blake Matter fact make me a birthday cake With a saw blade in it to make my jail break Baby I think you just met your soul mate (Now break it down girl) When you walk through the door It was clear to me (clear to me) You’re the one they adore who they came to see (who they came to see) You’re a rockstar (baby) Everybody wants you (everybody wants you) Player… Who can really play you (who can really play you) We're the ones who made you So baby baby Get down down down Baby get down down down Baby get down down down Baby get down get down Baby get down down down Baby get down down down Baby get down down down Baby get down get down Oh Amy Rehab never looked so good I can wait Im going back!! HAHA Whooo! DR DRE 2020 Yeah |
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The most incredible baby
Uhh - mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm Yeah, yeah.. uhh I can't see 'em comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry [Jay-Z] Good dudes - I know you love me like cooked food Even though a nigga got move like a crook move We was together on the block since we lunch We shoulda been together havin 4 Seasons brunch We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather So now we travel first class to change the forecast Never in bunches, just me and you I loved your point of view cause you held no punches Still I left you for months on end It's been months since I checked back in Well somewhere in a small town, somewhere lockin a mall down Woodgrain, four and change, Armor All'd down I can understand why you want a divorce now Though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with But deep inside a nigga so sick [Chorus] I can't see 'em comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin down my eyes So I gotta let the song cry I can't see it comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see it comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry [Jay-Z] On repeat, the CD of Big's "Me and My Bitch" Watchin Bonnie and Clyde, pretendin to be that shit Empty gun in your hand sayin, "Let me see that clip" Shoppin sprees, pull out your Visa quick A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6 We was so happy poor but when we got rich That's when our signals got crossed, and we got flipped Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that shit Made me speed that quick, let me see - that's it It was the cheese helped them bitches get amnesia quick I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin they love me Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me Then I showed up in that dubbed out buggy And then they got fussy and they don't remember that And I don't remember you.. [Chorus] I can't see it comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see it comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry Yeah I seen 'em comin down your eyes But I gotta make the song cry I can't see it comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry [Jay-Z] A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone Word back home is that you had a special friend So what was oh so special then? You have given away without gettin at me That's your fault, how many times you forgiven me? How was I to know that you was plain sick of me? I know the way a nigga livin was whack But you don't get a nigga back like that! Shit I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that You don't throw away what we had, just like that I was just fuckin them girls, I was gon' get right back They say you can't turn a bad girl good But once a good girl's goin bad, she's gone forever.. And more forever Shit I gotta live with the fact I did you wrong forever [Chorus] I can't see 'em comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin down my eyes So I gotta let the song cry I know I seen 'em comin down your eyes But I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry [Jay-Z] It's fucked up girl.. |
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All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom!
All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! All the girls standing in the, All the girls standing in the, All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! You and your Girls are going ** tonight youre big planin?is ** we right. You got something once cant denied Hes a ** Its like applepie Cut you open and your just wide He aint tough he wanna you wanna calls it right And Who in say no to you Wait til they get a load of you Chorus* A hundred bills look ?Ashoo! Ashoo! *x4* Because All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! All the girls standing in the, All the girls standing in the, All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! verse 2* Superstar ask you what you have Bartender get the drank we just laugh He talkin bout a autograph He just wanna dance in you reckless pairs Close your eyes see colorful things you wanna Lick (??) the wonderful things just a Fit more just to get in the ling So we can answer the brain and you can fripper the pain Everyone Nose A hundred bills look ?Ashoo! Ashoo! *x4* Because All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! All the girls standing in the, All the girls standing in the, All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! [Bridge] Baby youre party on night is as scare Just so you know we chase the Its blowin over here Don? worry I want blow your high Talkin?bout your life And how it is all wrong Just know if you go outside and see the sunrise as all the stars are gone.. Tell your friend they can go youre okay youre just chillin with me Hes a shou with your face who it down.. have a drink its on me! Hes a shou, Hes a shou ! with your face, with your face! who it down, who it down! have a drink its on me! Hes a shou, Hes a shou ! with your face, with your face! who it down, who it down! but youre rather party cause.. [Chorus] A hundred bills look ?Ashoo! Ashoo! (x4) Because All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! All the girls standing in the, All the girls standing in the, All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! |
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