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from Destiny's Child, Destiny's Child - This Is The Remix [remix] (2002)
uh uh uh oh uh huh uh huh
you already know yea uh huh uh huh so so what the name what the name what the name be So he say he got a girl (my) Yeah true you got a man (name is) But the party aint gonna stop (Bow Wow) So let's make it hot hot (check me out now) I'm outside tryin to bribe a bouncer You got to let me in this, I'm tryin to tell you Me and Kelly got some serious business Now say your price I'ma drop just let a nigga slide, Cause this party ain't a party if I ain't inside Shorty you to young, you ain't even 21 Playa stop it Where the list at for the young niggas with grown pockets Beyonce just hit my two way and said it's jumpin so stop frontin And do a little somethin (oww) So he say he got a girl Yeah true you got a man But the party aint gonna stop So let's make it hot hot All you ladies leave your man at home The club is full of ballas and their pockets full grown And all you fellas leave your girl with her friends Cuz it's 11:30 and the club is jumpin jumpin Ladies leave your man at home The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown And all you fellas leave your girl with her friends Cuz it's 11:30 and the club is jumpin jumpin So he say he got a girl Yea true you got a man But the party aint gonna stop So let's make it hot hot Call your boys cuz tonight you're not gonna stay at home Tell your girl she aint comin you're goin solo Cut her off when she talk some noise You know you got the right to get your party on So get your hair cut and your car washed too Lookin like a star in your armani suit You need to look your best cuz your turnin heads Tonight your gonna find a sexy chicas thats gonna Dance all night if you wanna So he say het a girl Ya true you got a man But the party aint gonna stop So let's make it hot hot All you ladies leave your man at home The club is full of ballers And their pockets full grown All you fellas leave your girl with her friends Cuz it's 11:30 and the club is jumpin jumpin All you ladies leave your man at home The club is full of ballers And their pockets full grown All you fellas leave your girl with her friends Cuz it's 11:30 and the club is jumpin jumpin Sexy women do your dance (oh) Fly ladies work yo man (oh) All the fellas time to clown (come on) We can get down now Usually you could find me Posted up in the corner with JD beside me Most likely I'm high Well every girl that look hot I'm on the eye spit spit Grenadina my corona talking shit shit Every nigga that got a phat knot Huh I'm on him And if he aint got the dough stack Why would I want him I need things Know that If you can't supply Picture me gone Make this a moment for Kodak Bye Don't trip yall niggas know I'm the williest And when it comes to doin a remix so so def we killin it I left my man at home For the club is full of ballers i'ma come up on Well brat I met about two or three Talkin right and tryin to leave with me And go cut something something We came from making tracks in the basement With a five million dollar spot And rockin platinum charm bracelets Buy the benz and the cadillac trucks, Got chicks in every city backin it up, JD and Brat that's what's up La La Ladies Ladies Ba Ba Ballers Ballers Fe Fe Fellas Fellas Ladies leave your man at home The club is full of ballers And they pockets full grown And all ya fellas Leave yo girl at her friends Cuz it 11:30 And in the club is jumpin jumpin word |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
In the Ferrari or Jaguar
switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out Money ain't a thang Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked holler back Money ain't a thang Jigga I don't like it if it don't gleam clean And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks new whips Money ain't a thang Come on y'all wanna floss wit us all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper baby toss it up slackin on your pimpin turn it up See the money ain't a thang I flex the rol' sign a check for yo' hoe Jigga's style is love X and O Save all your accolades just the dough My game is wide all lames aside Tryin to stay alive hundred thou' for the bracelet Foolish ain't I The chain'll strain ya eye Twin platinum gun son aim for the sky Ice on my bullet you die soon as I pull it Willies wanna rub shoulders your money's too young See me when it gets older ya bank account grow up Mine's is one zero zero zero oh doub Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up Multi til I close up it's all basic I been spending hundreds since they had small faces Rob your stash house doubled out down in Vegas Me and Jermaine Dupri got it locked crazy In the Ferrari or Jaguar switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out Money ain't a thang Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked holler back Money ain't a thang Jigga I don't like it if it don't gleam clean And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks new whips Money ain't a thang y'all wanna floss wit us cause all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper baby toss it up slackin on your pimpin turn it up See the money ain't a thang cake thick I live the life Eatin' crab watching bitches shake shit all night I make the big moves do the big things Take small groups turn them into big names The big dog with the big chain frost bit bracelet to match Cats say I'm the shit man The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew Type of dude that will do shit you won't do can't do Get more burnt than a candle Too hot to hold too much to handle In the black C low he know if she look She go bye bye with da da and I ain't gotta say no more I'm the truth like air got the proof and stay fly In the safest shit you could never buy Know why Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing I know bout y'all but every night I swing In the Ferrari or Jaguar switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out Money ain't a thang Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked holler back Money ain't a thang Jigga I don't like it if it don't gleam clean And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks new whips Money ain't a thang y'all wanna floss wit us all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper baby toss it up slackin on your pimpin turn it up See the money ain't a thang shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil' And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill Said she loved my necklace started relaxin Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Went from wholesome to Jigga you owed some Baby I don't play all my jewelry is light grey Platinum spend your whole life in the day What's down is a bet roll the dice So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel It's gonna take a lot more to see my level Where I'm at your check you better double that And personally your raps is where the trouble at I'm a Benz bubble cat leather with the wood grain In the platinum frame screaming it's not a game Gleaming from ear to ear wrist to wrist ring and chain Even me and Jay Z got it locked crazy In the Ferrari or Jaguar switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out Money ain't a thang Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked holler back Money ain't a thang Jigga I don't like it if it don't gleam clean And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks new whips Money ain't a thang y'all wanna floss wit us all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper baby toss it up slackin on your pimpin turn it up See the money ain't a thang So So Def Roc A Fella collabo' You know all we do is rock Rock on |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Spit at the world
My lyrics, I could spit at your girl Spit when I hurl, spit on the Dutch and finish the twirl Spit facts, spit on whacks my whole lifetime Spit on my watch, make the ice shine Spit trife lines, .44 spit slugs out Ready to thug out at the clubhouse Chickens who lickin' or spit a nut out My name within itself is a language that bring you wealth Careful, comin' at me is like hangin' yourself at a..... I know you thought I'd be locked up Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now Got up wit' JD doh', crazy dough Queens with the So So Def, A-T-L's best (yeah I know) Every ride up the 9-5, fly friendly skies Thug passion for J Doves, Henneys for Nas Then we mix that shit, tip that shit Pass it around, hook the hood, everybody get wit' it *Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end Never do I lose, all I do is win Cause Queens Bridge is in the house This is Nas Escobar and I turns it out **Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end Never do I lose, all I do is win Cause Collin Park is in the house They call me Don Chi Chi and I turns it out I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks, get bread by the flocks Bitches love me and I'm duggy from the head to the socks Too much to handle, here da man of the year Hit rooms and light'em up like a chandelier From C-P to the Bridge, y'all know what it is Been gettin' money like this since I was a kid I'm in the corner with bitches and buckets of Cris Pourin' at the most goin'est nigga wit' shit that showin' it Now look at my ice, look at your ice, DAMN Look at my life, look at your life, DAMN See, I got niggas wantin' to drop me, top me, stop me Copy Chi to the T cause I'm nice in the 3 black same color AMG's T.V's, front and back pack with nuttin' but ladies You can look up or down, right or left But all you gon' hear and see is So So Def ** Repeat * Repeat Touch the whole global with cold vocals and dark words Vocal cords translate what my drunk heart slurs Chest clogged up with sparked up herb, I feel faint Tryin' to hold myself together, coulda spilt my own drink All I hear is beats bumpin', I'm seein' in doubles Last thing I need to happen is to be in a scuffle Where my dogs at? These ain't my niggas I loah Help the guard, forgot my niggas took some girls to the car Tryin' to make it through the crowd, which way is out? Which way is around? These grimy motherfucker's pointin' me out I wish I had the drink, but then I'm too intoxed to aim and put the clip in It's like the floor's wet and every step is like I'm slippin' And yo, I can't lose a step, I feel my enemies followin' All I got as a weapon is this Hennessee bottle I'm talkin' to myself, my peoples should be stickin' with me Somebody grabbed me up, "Yo Nas, come take this picture wit' me" My ice strillon, I'm feelin' my arm Thought my Roley was gone, now I wanna swing but I'm calm Still got that, DJ musta threw on another hot track Think it was this one here, bounce to that Too much Thug Passion and smokin' Made it outside, mouth wide, vomittin', gaggin' and chokin' From behind, niggas plottin' and scopin' Everything was blurry at first, but now shit is movin' in slow motion I saw my niggas pull up, Perelli's they skidded They open the car door and toss-ed me in it My cats tried to rob me, the crowd was rowdy But one thing's for sure, So So Def know how to party All night long ('til when?) Til the early morn (it don't stop) And uh (it don't quit) And uh (So So Def with the dope shit, bitch!) |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Uh uh
So So Def Yeah, yeah *In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us Cause all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper, baby toss it up Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up See the money ain't a thang I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe Jigga's style is love, X and O Save all your accolades, just the dough My game is wide, all lames aside Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub' Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up Multi til I close up, it's all basic I been spending hundreds since they had small faces Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas Me and J.D. got it locked crazy Where you at haters? *repeat My cake thick, I live the life Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night I make the big moves, do the big things Take small groups, turn them into big names The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match Cats say I'm the shit man The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do Get more burn than a candle Too hot to hold, too much to handle In the black C-low, he know if she look She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo' I'm "The Truth" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly In the safest shit you could never buy Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing I don't know about y'all but every night I swing *repeat Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil' And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey Platinum, spend your whole life in the day What's down is a bet, roll the dice Yeah, yeah, so let's play So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level Where I'm at, your check, you better double that And personally your raps is where the trouble at I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain In the platinum frame screamin it's not a game Gleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy *repeat So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo' You know, all we do is.. Rock, rock on (repeat to fade) |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Grrrrrrr, grrrrr, grrr (Yeah)
*To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly An' all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high An' all my playas world wide it's just you and I Getcha paper, getcha dough, getcha shit right x2 First off, y'all niggaz know I don't slouch An' as a kid I done did the shit you talkin about I'm from the South, ya heard? Where niggas fly birds outta Impalas Live lavish From ATL to Dallas an' the little palace Goin once, goin twice, everyday, livin nice In the grey wit the ice, makin money rollin dice Livin the life, that y'all dream of Puttin niggaz outta business like Sony did to Sega You seen us, the green stuff An nuttin' else that's all I collect I got the hots like the Lox - Money, Power and Respect An' I can damn the check that any of y'all niggaz spit I stay hittin, I ain't bullshittin (he ain't bullshittin) Nigga, wit more glitta, than M.J. It's all pimp play, when it comes to me An' y'all motherfuckers know how J.D. gets down An' those who don't it's a new sheriff in town Feel me now *Repeat (x2) Yo, let me tell you were I'm at y'all Shits kinda sad y'all If you ride the buses or trains Watch ya back ya'll Who think he stallin? I still ain't ballin An' I got wild bills An' a crowd that keeps callin My dogs wanna hang (bark) My bitches wanna bang But it don't mean a thang When all you got is change That's why my women ain't dimes Not even close to nines Sorta like fives and sixes Wit scars and stiches Type of bitches that spit in yo' face like Alomar Broke hoes without a car snatchin' fruit from salad bars Which one of ya'll come on, test me now Me not goin' nowhere, you don't impress me now So next time you see me up in them clubs I'm probably scemin' While you at the bar Brick hard and fiendin' I wait for 4 o'clock when yo' drunk ass is leavin' Cause I paid to get in An' now I gotta pray teethin' *Repeat (x2) Niggas goin' to parties Thousand dollar shoes and jewels You Begets what I be wantin' so I be bringin' the tool Tryin' to snatch up all that ice that you came in An' nigga D be flippin', yeah, money, it's the same shit What you thought Cause you bought A joint You might be able to creep a nigga When he ain't on point An' I can see it in yo' eyes that you comin' closer than tryin' An' every step you take brings yo' ass closer to dyin' An' I don't flow wit the dough cause money comes and goes Gimme the love of my thugs Hoodrats and hoes, an' I'm good Cause motherfucker I'm stayin in the hood An' I'm gon' rip till I'm stiff like wood You wishin' that you could Keep it as real as me An' you gon' know that the pain that you feel is me When I get ill it be Some next shit Darkman, Motherfuckin X shit Wreck shit For respect bitch *Repeat (x4) |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
Y'all niggas been poppin' an awful lot of shit for a while now Talking all that shit Like y'all motherfuckers got so much motherfuckin' personality and shit (yeah) All of y'all poppin' all that fly shit, tryin' to dis niggas and all that bullshit, know what I'm sayin? (yeah) But you know deep down i your motherfuckin' hearts, y'all niggas is BOOOMBS compared to this nigga named Slick Rick You know that shit, you been knew that shit (yeah) Y'all motherfuckers been knew that motherfucker might come back and kick ya'll motherfuckin' ass (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) YO! TURN IT UP! 2X Y'ALL GOTTA TURN IT UP DO LIKE I DO HA HA Ladies and gents, let the teacher start I am the greatest rapper, walk, talk, eat, shit, fart You motherfuckers can't see me Even with a patch on my eye, I'm dreamy All in the grill of the gruesome 1, 2, 3, 7 diamonds on the twosome Schedule, I aim to be in Atlanta with the legendary Jermaine Dupri Uh huh, I'm more delicious than shit outta cook books See I'll even make Salvation Army clothes look good (you know) That divine, so fine, don't even wear the same underwear 2 times JD, not the one to fuck around with Heard ya got the whole entire state locked down, kid That's right so don't ask us who the best From the north to the south to the east to the west We're... *Fresh, dressed like a million bucks Still worn the Bally shoes and the fly green socks We're fresh, dressed like a million bucks Still worn the Bally sodadadadada socks Come on, kids, Jermaine Dupri a wiz Walkin' down the street, you kow mindin' my own biz My man girlfriend started actin' like she hoein' "Hey JD, where your fine ass going?" To the studio, I told her frontin' Unless you wanna take it in the cooler or sumpin' <ahh!> For real and that shit ain't a fact? She said that she would meet me at my house around 10 Not to mention, a nice tender body 10 o'clock, here came the red beau hotty My man girl told totally deceptive Still I try to fuck the full out the bitch rectum <unhhh> See, the woman so shady Talkin' bout actin' like she upped and offed JD Now she wanna kiss and caress cause i left a couple of bite marks on the hun's breasts I'm... *Repeat (x2) When the doubt falls, my door they knock up on Designers even ask me what they need to stock up on Why the fuck did ya like to done pest us When the tag team ya hearin' is untouchable, peasant? Slick, Jermaine Dupri back as the fat trackers We'll diarrhea up on your black ass Babies jump out the carriage Could even fix the Hillary and Clinton marriage Charisma now felt To the point where even I could make even lesbians melt Models bookin' at me Could even make her grandmother catch an orgasm lookin' at me (you know) It's kinda outlandish, rastas even say "What kind fine young man dis" So don't put me to the test From the north, from the south to the east to the west We're... *Repeat (x5) |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Tuesday, 7:56 P.M.
What's up, Jermaine? I miss you. Mmm. Do me a favor. Tell your friends you're not going out tonight. I got a little bit of that Cristal, some of that Yak. And, oh. Better yet, I got on what you like to see in the most. Word! So, we're fucking tonight. Ha, ha, ha. For sure. Ha, ha. Uh, ha What you thinkin' about? You and me baby goin' one-on-one (say what) JD y'all (uh huh, So So Def) MC y'all (what you think about) I'm the man to fulfill your needs Get you everything that you see in your dreams (c'mon) Baby, let nothing and nobody tear us apart If forever you'll be my sweetheart Boy, haven't you noticed (say what) The gleam in my eyes (uh, huh) Because of you I'm a little hypnotized (yeah) But everytime you're with me (uh) Feel so positive That with you a little love Somethings gotta give *A full moon is waiting in the twilight Maybe soon you will come to be my knight Here we are Hoping that we'll never part Stay with me ** Baby, won't you be my sweetheart (my sweetheart) We can share a storybook romance What you think about What you think about You and me, baby, goin' one-on-one Won't you be my sweetheart (my sweetheart) We can share a storybook romance What you think about What you think about You and me, baby, goin' one-on-one Just deep in love You are no Casanova (ha, ha, ha) I'll know that you'll be true And that's why (uh) I'm so in love with you (me, too) But this romantic evening You led me at my door (yeah, yeah) But tonight, I'd like us to explore *Repeat ** Repeat Na, na, na, na, na (say what) Na, na, na, na, na (like that) Na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na (bring it down, ooh) Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (putcha hand in the air) JD y'all MC y'all See, I saw you at the party With your eyes on me Fittin' the description Of what I want my bride to be (ha, ha) As live as me Don't know the same guys as me But a lot of style Unusual name like Ivory I agree with my niggas You the baddest I ever seen in a long time (uh) But woman with her own shine Is her own time And it's on hit Cuz I'm tired of dealin' With the wrong kind Getting non' but the bullshit She got a playa Tryin' to think of new things to say (sup, baby) She up in the corner Sippin' Don P, Rosee` (yeah) Shakin' it up with the homegirls Payin' no attention to us They in they own world 'Hey, yo, girl' I'm the man to fulfill your needs Get you everything you see in your dreams Baby, let nothing and nobody tear us apart If forever you'll be my sweetheart Sounds so right (uh, huh) The mood is right Say what MC, baby, sing it to me To keep me warm Away from harm Nowhere better than my baby's arms Sounds so right (uh, huh) The mood is right Say what MC, baby, sing it to me To keep me warm Away from harm C'mon, baby, you can be my Won't you be my Sweetheart Sweetheart ** Repeat Mariah, you're on fire JD y'all You know I need your love, romance Yeah, yeah, me too All that shit |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
*All I like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga
spend all his dough Sho nuff a sight, anything ya like You know the ones you wanna make your wife, ya heard me? Little fast bitch, actin' sarcastic Need to get her ass kicked, tryin' to get the cash quick She be my last pick, I got a real hoe Take yo' ass back to class and buy a dildo Don't let the freak in you keep you up all night Gettin' fucked and sucked, you wastin' your life Before a real nigga ever kick a hoe down She gotta understand what I know now Ain't no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute bitch Come around me gettin' credit cards and don't do shit, bitch I travel throughout the year I keep a woman with a house and her own career So when I buy her a diamond ring, it's just a gift (what's your name?) Too Short baby, don't need to trick I give her what she want cause I'm a real player Platinum after platinum, ask me how I feel later *Repeat See I ilke them crazy hoe Them straight, get down and pay me hoe I wouldn't mind no jazzy hoe Make my creep fall right out my clothes On the blow, can't let no hoe see my flow Tight jean and bra strap, girl that got to go (gotta go) Strip you on down like a shake-a-booty hoe (uh huh) Put you in the street, make me mo' money mo' Now see, just the other night, I met me a ol' jazzy hoe Straight boozyabitch, ol' sassy hoe Who think she fly to death, so I ain't gon' hold my breath To let you skeezers know, just let you ask yo'self For as I cut one but two down the line But could it be yo' hoe that I'm cuttin' everytime? And I come to find she servin' every nigga in yo' clique To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick Quote for quote, who tote like this Hit the Club Jig, on some Wes Snipe shit Snatchin' all the hoes in your harem, indeed I mock turtlenecks while I'm bees and tweed Til I proceed, damn right, the spot's tight Nothing but dimes in sight, so just might Bag these bitches like groceries Player to player, you can't get close to me Now who you 'posed to be? Pullin' toast on the S-O double N-Y, girlfriend lookin' fly And I can tell she schemin' (why's that?) Cause she like the ice is gleamin' (okay) But that's cool though, cause I know how to stain golds I pimp tight without the kangol, niggas know I slang flow, east to west Available at anytime to put the pussy to the test *Repeat (x2) Lay it down, lay it down You hoes lay it down When the real motherfuckin' player come around Shy, not I, some times I choose not to speak Surrounded by my real niggas drinkin' Hennessee Or Remy or Red Passion with champagne Chiefin' up some hay, gettin' at them hoes, man Trick, not I, trick be you, can you dig that? I got star hoes pickin' me up in Tahoes Fuck them at-the-bar hoes, tryin'-to-score hoes Mickey dropin' hoes, quick to drop they clothes I give those only funky weave wearin' bitches All made up, gettin' at a niggas riches I like women with they head on straight Pull your own weight and you can fuck wit' Eight Nigga think he a player with them old Girbauds Gettin' pimped by them space age jazzy hoes *Repeat (x4) [Too Short talking in background] |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
*Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you
some? Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some? 4x Motherfucker, go get you some Get off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the real niggas at Put your blunts in the air, y'all nigga get fried to this To the fuck to mother, tell me who the thuggest in this motherfucker What you niggas really wanna do? Big ballers flossin' Niggas wanna beat so they got to be talkin' Oh let me give them what they say and run 'em in they face What they say? "Oh nothin'" Buster, hit'em in they shit anyway (hey) That's how we play, stil thuggin' ain't a thing change Still the same name, love the face Real, real niggas, that's all I gotta say You fuckin' with the real, you ball to get gusted Really, the real ain't shit to be fucked wit' Protected by the niner, when you careful The nigga the trigger finger itchy fixin' to make you duck the whloe flock Make a nigga close shop, sho nuff Showstopper, fuckin' 'em up with diesel What's pumpin' the shotgun? Real neccesary cause all we want is a little respect That's all we want but nigga, you don't feel me Krazyie crazy, maybe insane hangin' with JD Little rip done slip the clip into the gat, rat-tat-tat Just like that I ain't fixin' to be the bitch to procastinatin' Niggas wanna be shippin' me half a cake Go through whatever drastic measures I hafta take Make a motherfucker masterbate, the hotter I get the more hate Some of you hoes is overrated with flows The salvate'll take'em to the rehab and get'em re-instated My lyrical content send other bitches to convents Pray for me to be deleted but that's nonsense Been the bomb since '74 Aries I can see how ya nigga be lookin' at me He want to get in between the sheets Leave the wallet and the keys for me I ain't persuaded easily but if he spend the cheese for me Nigga, we can fuck free frequently You study me, but another me could never be sold Broke the most 6-0-6-4-4 When niggas'll haul off and hit ya with the sawed off Seen plenty motherfuckers fall off with they jaws off When I'm finished droppin' 'em al off on the west side of Chi, I'm ridin' high Thinkin' of way to make it through the major of the paper chase Slidin' by, keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger when it's time to die *Repeat (x4) See everywhere I go, I feel like niggas be tryin' to get me stuffed I'm flyin' on out of what? Iced up and all the hoes wanna fuck Knockin' bitches and that nigga got cake stacked up, packed up Everything I touch, gold and platinum, what? Niggas can't fuck with us Like Busta Bust, we dangerous And you know that if I peel I got mo' Y'all peel, it's gone, that's why the ice grill on When the wheel on by y'all niggas in the corner Back and forth, like "fuck that little guy" Don't worry bout me, you need to worry bout yo' goddamn self How you shit on shelf and how you sit around Wishin' that a nigga would sign to So So Def I'm a A-T-L-A-N-T-Alien Never been known to play with Can't none of y'all see me, so y'all niggas don't really need to say shit With all your paper-hatin', paper-hatin' and your bad looks What y'all need to do is shut up And take heed to what my nigga sayin' in the hook *Repeat (x7) |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
I'm feelin' that 2x, is you wit' me?
I'm the type you see at the bar, fresh, buyin' it up And every girl I talk to, yeah I'm tryin' to cut I tell'em all I'm Chi Chi and it's nice to meet ya Real quick, I tell how she got all the right features The jams come on and the glasses get refilled We dance and watch the relations build Now I'm all up in her ear and she listenin' At the same time, watchin' how a nigga glistenin' BLING! BLING! I'm thinkin' it's bout time to go Get the B out of valet and start the late night show Niggas hate, I know but I don't stop I shine I'm in the club every week, same place, same time Same thing on the mind, PARTY! PARTY! So the hell with all that, we tryin' to find somebody The right kind 'fore the lights come off Shit, I'm tryin' to take sumpin' home *Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up Then, uh, you goin' home with me (and all my niggas say) And if you talkin' at a party and we talk too much Then, uh, we goin' home with me Now if you came with a friend that don't wanna do my man Then you need to give her your keys Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard? Now, is it because my name's Jermaine? no It's all about how I kick my game, you know? I just flow with it, spend a little dough with it Entertain, before you know, I'm in your brain doing my thang Tellin' you how good you smell Send you up for a drop top cruise through the A-T-L Now when they tipsy, it's risky, you don't know what you facin' Fuck around and end up like Anthony Mason So I let'em know a few things before we leave Like, "it's true, I tapes damn near everything" So don't even think about lyin', baby Or try baby, to set me up for rape cause it's all on tape Where you said put the cake How you fed me the grapes What I did with the ice that made you shake, shake Now when the night's over and the girl is gone I'm back up in the club singin' the same damn song *Repeat Now, walk in, I'm the grown man that you figure to trick But I'm feelin' your dress, girl and lovin' your hips But I'm buggin' off this, "Why you stuck on the wrist?" Golddigger, huh, mommy? Oh, you ain't that bitch? Ain't that some shit? Suddenly, you hugs and kisses Gotta be the dough you holdin' so obvious wit' it I get G's to flash, T.V.'s in the dash See Sinbad, watchin' Vibe, ladies clockin' to ride Luxury flows, lengerie hoes, R.O.C. hit'em mo' than Jose Conseco Uh, RBI's, orange top fly, the brown skin, slim The nice braids, brown eyes R.O.C.'s stay pimpin' from Jersey to Richmond Y'all playas waitin' to ball like 6th men I'm done with the game, point spread by a hundred Speakin' of hundreds, five's is a nice way to slide it, let's ride *Repeat |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Just show me the Bounce J,
once I get the bounce, I'mma be good. Niggas gon' hate me I get that. Then I'll have everything *Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin' with my pride & fuckin' with my hoes is like fuckin' with my high That's two things in life that you just don't mess with Act like a trick & like a trick you get dealt with Now I know you love my lazy flow but here come my crazy flow Do this shit 'cause it make me dough do it again to make me more Rich is only way to go givin' you what you pay me for What you lookin' shady for? Bitch you ain't got my baby hoe. Top down 64 radio AC blow They peep though think that automatically 'cause this nigga roll with Puff Daddyo he gotta be ridin' in a B-E-N-T-L-E but why? Cause you see a young nigga like me out doing it wanna come & put ya two in it wanna ruin it see me pursuin' it & wanna spend what's mine First you wouldn't give me the time now you gotta get in line Think that Mase gon' trick a dime you out ya fuckin' mind See I'm bout it bout it now is you with it with it? Bitch I don't care how you get ya dough you get it get it Now you can't claim to be a pimp & then go be committed Just like you hit it hit it man another nigga don' hit it uhhh *Repeat (x2) Hoes know to fuck with me & they'll be set fo' life lookin' nice sex right livin' in my paradise I been makin' millions since I was young & still clockin' still rockin' hoe hoppin' showin' all y'all niggas how it's done You know So So sell copies like Kinko's so ya better bend before ya go saying too much shit 'cause all I'm about is makin' dough & makin' mo' keepin' my glow sho nuff unlike yo' stuff I make the shit that keep 'em runnin' to the sto' Swappin' drop tops on the regular spittin' game on the cellular If I meet a hoe and the hoe ain't tryin' to fuck then the hell with her I'm tellin' ya Shit we do ya can't erase took a little change of pace me & Mase for the niggas that hate we still up in yo' fuckin' face. *Repeat (x2) Uhh Now why the fuck you keep blamin' me? You the one that try to shoot game to me Thug ass bitch you claim to be y'all hoes never meant a thang to me Frontin' ass niggas want to roll with us go with us spend a little dough with us got a crush hush on this slim chick with the wet lips & the set hips Too much smoke in the Lex' whip can't pick who I wanna sex with got more weed than a li'l bit Hydro ain't no bullshit Then I come through in the 6 drop me & Li'l Cease doin' the Wop Infrared clips filled to the top y'all niggas need to stop C-Can I say it again say it again? Better come through with a little more win B.I.G. is a slogan R.I.P. 'til I see ya again Ain't no tellin' in this life of sin how much dough you got to spend Take so long you got to bend Grab yo' man snatch yo' bitch fill them flames with them clips When the cops come stash the Indo better throw the weed up out the window Wannabe clowns got jokes ain't shit funny play y'all niggas like dummies click-click Show me the Money!! *Repeat (x2) |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Monday, ten fifty-three A.M.
JD, it's me, Bree Call me, babe Havin' all them parties, us cats down here think ya'll on vacation, man Stop doin', man Come on See, I been lookin' at the game, ya know? And I see it ain't too many ya'll That can make 'em dance like I do (You say you wanna dance, say you wanna get down?) The thing what's funny is Ya'll got the nerve to wanna P.H.D. me Cuz I'm making all the money HA HA HA HA HA While ya'll ride matchbox, I push the hot wheels Don Chi-Chi with the mass appeal Lettin' champagne spills on my house in the grill And all I'm about is the dolla' dolla' bill Makin' ya' dance every chance I get And hata's sayin' damn, will he ever catch bricks? Nah, I don't catch those, keep it ghetto Stayin' wit' the best hoes, on the east and the west coast What? Now, e'where I pass They wanna see the big booty mamma Tapping some ass And whether you believe it or not You see us, So-So Def make ya'll true believers My whole entourage keep it top notch Evidently, we push V's from Bentleys to Drops Got big things, baby I'm still greedy to my enemies I hope you keep on envying me Yeah, uh *Whatcha'll wanna do, huh? Say you wanna get down, huh? Watcha wanna do, huh? Say you wanna get down, huh? All we wanna do (Say what, say what?) Is party (Uh huh, uh huh) With you Who dat? She the one who love drama? Keep it heated stay undefeated from the Chi comma Illinois My crew make more noise than yours Fifteen a night on tour, make 'em sick with no cure As she sits by the bar she sips Cristies In the midst of the party they bump hits by JD The B.R.A.T., we the element And you irrelevant Get down off this shit I don't pay attention to ya' hatin' and ya' bad looks Just think about gettin' paper like Garth Brooks Keep it off the hook Let the world feel the touch Ya'll doing too much, sayin' ya oughta see us It's like this here I rock the party with Cartier wristwear In the six, pretty bitches with the long hair And I got lots of dough, lots in sto' C. to the E-O *Repeat See I get goosebumps when the baseline thumps So phat now call me Professor Clump I ain't gonna front, yeah, I like to floss And I ain't gotta lie about the girls I toss, you know? Betta' ask ya' lil' man's where his dough went Needed mo' rent We got bent, you know the rest I split, spent some, lent some to my friends If you wanna get down, you gotta get in *Repeat Ay, yeah Ay, yeah (ooh) Ay, yeah Ay, yeah Ay, yeah Ay, yeah, hey Ay, yeah Ay, yeah Said all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me Make you dance wit' me See all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me Dance wit' me Is that aight? All I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me Dance wit' me See all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me Is that aight? Come on Ay, yeah (Come on) Ay, yeah (Come on) Ay, yeah (Come on) Ay, yeah Ay yeah Ay yeah Ay yeah Ay yeah |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Wednesday 4:20p.m.
Don't you fuckin' hang up on me! Who the fuck do you think you are? You know who the fuck your hangin up on? Don't fuckin' hang up on me! I'm sick of these bitches man. Wednesday 8:20p.m. Jermaine!!!!!, where are you? Oh God, God, mo' bitches. You know I'm getting real sick of all these slutty ass bitches. I'm about sick of these dumb motherfuckers on bullshit. Well, you know bitches be playin' to many games you know we don't play no games. Man fuck niggaz all you dumb motherfuckers trip. *Now playas don't you hate when the girl try to make you wait when you know deep down she wanna get down but she keep talking, deaf, and playing around. Now ladies (Huh?) Don't you hate when a nigga try try to fuck on the first date thinking that we mean yes when we say no and they spend no dough, nigga all that's got to go. It's funny how niggaz get bitch then and wanna fuck 'til their stiff dick get limb gotta pay for my shit, my rent, my six love me like a love the dough with interest I don't flush with no broke nigga, regardless if its hard then it start spinnin' keep me grinning with phat shit we can fuck 'til the spring pop on the mack the fact is I'm a fly bitch I show that you motherfuckers would love to hit it and brat know that some of ya'll give head to quick in the bed to quick first think of them chicks bitch if he leave you could still breathe through the week with a few G-Stacks easy if its me you wanna get at I'm brit at invest is a pussy ass *Repeat Now it's funny how bitches get a nigga bent trying to act so god damn innocent wit all that shit ya'll put us through and ya'll know you want it as bad as we do I'm one of the few that can see through shit I don't do shit 'til we do shit, rich bitch so the trickin ain't nothing and if I trick somebody fuckin' now I'm a playa I show that and what I do don't stop, you know that see a lot of ya'll trick and get caught not me if I trick I give head on the spot on the bed, in the drop, on the elevator all the way to the top see it taste good don't it so why the fuck you frontin' when you know you want it *Repeat When I need the money I know who to hit When I make the call you better jump to it I'm tired of ya'll acting like ya'll don't trick 'Cause when I call you jump jump jump to it *Repeat (x3) Come On, Rock On |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Biiiiiiiiiach
What cha wanna do (2x) We're the Legion of Doom (3x) 1472 is the same cut throat and locs and plenty dopes can you cope You can call me Count Chocula I control all the bitches, Chi-Chi control the riches and fly surf the snitches Look up in the sky as the fly My herion wip, clip on hip, now trip on this A bunch of outlaws try to take my town set up shop, run me out, and cut me down And how that safe, when I'm the illa-superhero born and raised on that muthafucking underground Brrrrbrrrrbrrrr stick 'em, ha haha stick 'em try to catch me slip 'em but now you about to be my victim I'm not aquaman but a aqua-boogie I'm sorta like a monster, chasin' cookies And I spin a web any size you can call me to fly I walk walls and this is for all my dogs (WOOF!) I'm like the wonder twins, my style activates the many niggas get in it and try to paper hate It's fly, the rider maine and ri (man, man) I do it like a muthafucking rider And I represent all the time and I represent the mad ass fuckin' eastside (eastside) -look out, look out, come out cause here comes the rider man (rider man), nigga I rock the blue cake on 'em, drop the weight on 'em the more they hate, the more I elevate on 'em I swerve and collect, serve and protect never hit the streets without the ice on my neck I'm all about partying, hoes, and getting paper they call me Chi-Chi and do it up cape crusader Contact through the frame no mistakes to bank rules back in town and it's on us to shut 'em down now fly what cha wanna do (nigga what) Let's put this shit down my lil' homey Mr. Turner with the murder He got my back you know he put me up on game When they get up, they getting lite up, heat that shit up Enough sed, don't tell it, jus sell it we blowin' in the wind and we gunna ride til' we win young soldier stickin' to it we put the folger It's your turn gone get on up and get the light and don't forget to grab your strap *Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't it's the Legion of Doom ain't a damn thing changed Keep it safe and sound, get it locked down and you don't have to worry when we in your town x2 Just a young muthafucker from the street forced to be a G-angsta, knock-knock with a glock, pump- pump answer Throw your hands up nigga, yeah death's a callin went from petty deaf bank robber straight to ballin' Stop with us, walk with us as we bust through the doors 40's fallin' like parts in us off in dust steroes got many hoes in, plenty dope plus we fly as fuck Duct tape while room up, toe tag 'em have him feel the strength of a black magnum Body bag him, nobody is as bad as them as shown as them, set kissed like FM Life in 1-4-7 to the deuce, right then I slipped in the bullet-proof suit And swoop down on the bank ruler with the gats waiting for the permission to cancel his ass Handle his ass I love to see his guts and his blood spill and cracked up as I drugged as I rise flying up high with a 45 if a red demon in it from the sky Drop and i put the barrel right between his eyes and said you fuck with the Legion and now you must die We serve and protect all the hustlers and G's from the west to the north, south and back to the east *Repeat (x2) Look up in the sky (in the sky) No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) When we in your town (in your town) Look up in the sky (in the sky) No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) And you won't have to worry when we in your town (in your town....) |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Um, this Don Chi Chi person that you call yourself?
Uh huh What is he all about? Does that mean that you could be devoted to one woman And have others, or does that mean you're not devoted at all? Don Chi Chi basically is a glamorous Fly-assed playboy that's just, you know. He ain't no one-woman type man. I can't wait It's me again Uh, what chu waitin' for? Trina and Tammy, So So Def, c'mon *Why don't you and me Take a trip and dip back to my crib I wanna lay you down I really wanna lay you down Here we are alone in my car And I can feel your temperature rising You want me, I want you, too And I can see it in your eyes that you're ready (Ready) To hit the back seat of my Jeep right now If the mood ain't right, my Jeep is tight I got a better place to lay you down *Repeat (x2) I said, "Baby" (Baby) Before we lay, everything's gotta be just right Cuz tonight is the night I've been waiting for You and me are about to take flight, yeah, yeah I don't want no distractions Once we get into our action I wanna be alone (That's right) Getting it on all night long *Repeat (x2) Oh, baby (Baby come this way) (No longer will I make you wait) I can feel your passion rising And you're not alone (My heart) My heart (Is yearning for your love) I can hardly wait to lay you down Down (Why don't you) What you waitin' for Let the freak show begin Let the freak show begin Let the freak show begin x2 (Why don't you) What you waitin' for Let the freak show begin Let the freak show begin Let the freak show begin x2 You heard me? First destination (Is my heart) Second destination (After the lights go out) I kindly get you up and take you to my place Town of ecstasy I don't think it can wait First destination (Is my heart) Second destination (After the lights go out) I'm gonna make you wish That everyday you live That you could spend your life with me (Yeah) *Repeat (x4) |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
(feat. Mr. Black & R.O.C.)
(JD) See Quick, I told you man once we get a beat man Shit like this right here I got my nigga Black for me, uh I got my nigga R.O.C. for me, uh And y'all know who the fuck I be And for a long time I think niggaz been taking So So Def for a joke But I guess that's why we rich and y'all niggaz is broke (R.O.C.) Y'all got one chance to flow I let y'all know While y'all stretch your mouth I stretch my dough Also stretch the doors on my Navigators Long as the Olajuwon Rock mine a Phenomenon Mr. Smith style You wanna get uh, oh here he is now Dot to the O caughted blow your shit down Dot to the C you're feelin' me now? Anyhow y'all niggaz can't measure up I'm here to get my cheddar and who ever mess it up? Then I'mma blow these rounds out, wet 'em up For my dawgs like DMX who pound like Kurupt And Snoopy in the club getting at the groupies Stash the uzi tonight flash the jewelry And just post up we can't be touched All my niggaz say, "WHAT WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK"! (UH) B-boy style hot like tical Four, five cal, check into the profile of a killa Sonny Black my mellow, my ace playa get on the Microphone and rock it please (Mr. Black) I'm make y'all niggaz feel the hit homie None of y'all motherfuckers know me Three times a niggaz like T.O.N.Y. All up in your spot like Navy Seals, wave your steel Lay your shit down, clown I'm for real Spittin' Crips for chips, plant bombs in your whip I bring the pain to the game on the real tip what? Hittin' niggaz like JFK For the pounds and the bricks and yay, hear what I say? Squeezing off, just to mash and releasing off Y'all motherfuckers shouldn't be so soft Oh you type thug niggaz Frump niggaz, yo I got no love niggaz Expect the worse yo check it can make you see the hearse Tell mama I'm about to break the button for the nurse niggaz don't want it but they think they do And soldiers should never fuck with me and my crew, who? 1 - (JD) You know I'm gonna make them dance when I step in the club (R.O.C.) Well I know another way to make 'em put their hands up (All) I drop the beat on I cock the heat on I got this party niggaz We lock the street corners Repeat 1 (R.O.C.) Well it's him again, the Timbaland lacer You trembling in the faces, Detroit hates us Take us, come smooth the hard shit, rock jewelry Like Mr. Antarctic Watch our hands move regardless of the chartless Cock your automatic So the safest thing for you to do is shut the fuck up Let my crew do this (UH) like this niggaz from the bricks and (UH) You don't want NWK to get to ya So you heard we make believers out of dreamers Now we make murder cases out of sleepers S to the motherfuckers O to the S to the y'all damned O to the D to the E F-uck you 'cause we buck you, Y'all niggaz cant touch us (Mr. Black) Assume my position 'cause papermaking's a must Straight mangle motherfuckers when it's time to bust Lace flows with angel dust all up in your spot We got no things with us, kind of dangerous Don't fuck around and get caught in a verbal onslaught 'Cause I'm label your bills and my man Too $hort , ooh Lord Getting down one more time For making motherfuckers who be out on the run I gotta get mine daily can't let these motherfuckers fade me That's just the way my mama made me Top size rider from the get go, known to spit flows And keep them niggaz on their tiptoes I goes to the extremity blind with weed and hennesy I know you niggaz don't remember me Got the flow poetic, and I stay diamond setted Running over tracks like I'm Libyan, here's the past Labeled a pussy, cash see her bounce Shaking, moving, waiting, sipping the ounce What's up with that? None of y'all niggaz can fuck with Black Motherfucker where's your focus at? JD my mellow my ace get on the mic and come rock please (JD) Nigga I feel like why you gon come if ain't on time And ain't no need in coming out if you ain't gonna shine That's why I am why I am with mine and y'all sick While y'all keep it real we keep it rich Just clowning, pounding, riding around in Some of the most elite shit to ever hit the town Screaming out how you like me now and I'm gettin busier I stay platinum while y'all get dizzier The difference between y'all is I get 'em out of their seats And my balling techniques is out of your reach Live and direct from the Peach State Where we make hits, deep grits and steak, homes laced We never hit the breaks just continue to speed Y'all don't wanna fuck with me? |
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from Big Momma's House (빅 마마 하우스) by George S. Clinton [ost] (2000)
Brat
Hey JD, why you be saying oh, oh Is that like flossin' shit? You just like walk in and so people say, oh shit, it's him Bounce to this, come on 1 - Where my rag wearing soldiers that Love to watch the dough stack Never leave the house without their strap (That's what I'm looking for) They know just what a woman need Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit (That's what I'm looking for) Where my Rolley wearing thugs who Claim they don't love you But any time you want something done, they do it (That's what I'm looking for) The ball all night type Frontin', screaming, thug life That's the type of nigga I like (That's what I'm looking for) Uh I get high, get mine I like a thug in my life to get by That's why I spit shine the pussy 'Till it get tight and fine He push me over to the other side If he act right he could hit it from behind We can bump and grind all night 'till we reach a climax Make sure you leave a phat sack for Brat Till you come back for more Six pack surrounding my belly hole, it's tight You ain't gotta tell me So So Def is the way that I flow Made to blow, pave the road Unfadable, capable to save your hoe Wherever I go, stack dough I'm looking for a nigga roll, that ain't broke If its time to lick of shots he don't trust Even know how to flip cocaine and when the funds is low For the show stopper, this for the know nadas Shit get mo' hotter, nigga holla my name They follow me when I drivin' the Range And wait for me to finish performing backstage Never have a nigga yawning When they keep up with the shorty Weed pumping as strong as me Gotta be the ball all night type I like it every minute when he charmin' me Repeat 1 Stretch out your arms Flip out your wrists Let me see what to hit for I'm fixing to know if you can afford to cop A couple of dem thangs for your girl to rock When we stepping in the door we killing 'em Let the heads know we ain't feeling them Or affiliated with them I glisten and glow, 38 caliber go pop Niggas that wanna show off Don't just stop My soldier's not having that I'm looking for a thug that'll kill for Brat And make million dollar deals for Brat And pay some of the bills for Brat And just chill for Brat Watch dough stack, been broke, am I goin' back? Nope Need to know how to surround a bitch with stability Get down, bitches, if he feel me, rich now I can't afford to sit down, get bored if We got hits out nigga need big clout Don't crowd my space if we dip out Running with some other nigga face he don't trip out Never leave the house without weed and a glock Even got keys to the spot to drop the PO Box And in the drawer when he find his underwear I keep a fresh do rag in his hair Repeat 1 That's what I'm looking for That's what I'm looking for That's what I'm looking for That's what I'm looking for |
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from Big Momma's House (빅 마마 하우스) by George S. Clinton [ost] (2000)
(feat. Monica and Nas)
(JD)(Monica) Uh-huh, oh (Oh) Uh-huh, oh So So Def (I've got to have it) See this is what it's all about right her Understand me see my life's real I don't know about yours Everything I do is an event (I've got to have it) Nas, Monica, and me (I've got to have it) When it comes to my honeys in the strip club (oh) Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block Like what? (What?) (Nas)(Monica) When you see me with the crispy fade Icing it out, glowing with the lights is out (hmm) Yo say my name! (Ooh) When you see a Bentley or Ferrari, a Mazuradi It's probably me (ooh, oh) Say my name! When your hear this song bump in the club When you're chillin' on the corner with your thugs Say my name! I make it hot and take your block Who they wanna be and hate they not Yo say my name! When your girl don't call you when you beep her And you hit it and her thing feel deeper Say my name! Pull on her hair, spankin' her rear While I'm in 'em bitches all I wanna hear is you say my name Squeeze my gats beef is done Police come you know the game Don't say my name Dipped out crazy, Timbs chicken and gravy Q.B., Dupri baby 1 - (JD) (Monica) When it comes to the clubs packed, Cristal flowin' (I've got to have it) When it comes to homes plushed out chrome stuck out in traffic (I've got to have it) When it comes to a neck full of glow And a check full of O's, you know (I've got to have it) When it comes to my honeys in the strip club Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block Like what? Say my name! (I've got to have it) (Monica) Gotta have my tied up Iceberg Gucci Rolley Bezzled up, bezzled up Gotta have me a double O With a six in the front And a bump-bump in the truck Gotta have me an escalade My house is laid A man that keeps my bills paid My records play every day What can I say? I've got to have it Repeat 1 (JD) When you see a black do-rag through the tint Of a black Bent going too fast Say my name When you talk about longevity And niggas who know how to keep gettin' that cash Say my name When you're sick of your songs Sittin' on the right And wanna know what the top feel like Say my name If you wanna know what being hot feel like And shuttin' down the spot feel like Say my name! JD from the home where the bowls get thrown And the dough get gone real quick like Keep niggas sick like 40 karats and a chain Foolish ain't it? Say my name! Everything you did I've done did double If you hate to see flash then your ass is in trouble Scram now and don't look back Cause until I die it's like that Repeat 1 (Monica) I've got to have it.. |
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from Big Momma's House (빅 마마 하우스) by George S. Clinton [ost] (2000)
(feat. Monica and Nas)
(JD (Monica)) Uh-huh, oh (Oh) Uh-huh, oh So So Def Turn it up (I've got to have it) See this is what it's all about right her Understand me see my life's real I don't know about yours Everything I do is an event (I've got to have it) Nas, Monica, and me (I've got to have it) When it comes to my honeys in the strip club (oh) Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block Like what? (What?) (Nas (Monica)) When you see me with the crispy fade Icing it out, glowing when the lights is out (hmm) Yo say my name! (Ooh) When you see a Bentley or Ferrari, a Maserati It's probably me (ooh, oh) Say my name! When your hear this song bump in the club When you're chillin' on the corner with your thugs Say my name! I make it hot and take your block Who they wanna be and hate they not Yo say my name! When your girl don't call you when you beep her And you hit it and her thing feel deeper Say my name! Pull on her hair, spankin' her rear While I'm in 'em bitches all I wanna hear is you say my name Squeeze my gats beef is done Police come you know the game Don't say my name Dipped out crazy, Timbs chicken and gravy Q.B., Dupri baby (1 - JD (Monica)) When it comes to the clubs packed, Cristal flowin' (I've got to have it) When it comes to homes plushed out chrome stuck out in traffic (I've got to have it) When it comes to a neck full of glow And a check full of O's, you know (I've got to have it) When it comes to my honeys in the strip club Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block Like what? Say my name! (I've got to have it) (Monica) Gotta have my tied up Iceberg Gucci Rolley Bezzled up, bezzled up Gotta have me a double O With the six in the front And the bump-bump in the truck Gotta have me an escalade My house is late A man that keeps my bills paid My records play every day What can I say? I've got to have it (Repeat 1) (JD) When you see a black do-rag through the tint Of a black Bent going too fast Say my name When you talk about longevity And niggas that know how to keep gettin' that cash Say my name When you're sick of your songs Sittin' on the right And wanna know what the top feel like Say my name If you wanna know what being hot feel like And shuttin' down the spot feel like Say my name! JD from the home where the bowls get thrown And the dough get gone real quick like Keep niggas sick like 40 karats and a chain Foolish ain't it? Yeah say my name! Everything you did I've done did double If you hate to see flash your ass is in trouble Scram now and don't look back Cause until I die it's like that (Repeat 1) (JD (Monica)) Girl don't you love the way I rock it baby Girl how I keep it in my pocket Maybe we can hook up cause you got something I want and (I've got to have it) Girl don't you love the way I rock it baby Girl how I keep it in my pocket Maybe we can hook up cause you got something I want and (I've got to have it) Oh |
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from Murphy Lee - Murphy’S Law (2003)
[Intro: Murphy Lee]
Hahaha, yo, yo, yo, yo You never met a nigga like me Yo yo, have you ever seen a little dude Who be doing what I do? Uh huh, yo whoo! Let's get at it dog, whoo! [Verse: Murphy Lee] Now what goes up, must come down (shiiett) But we ain't comin' down, it be them same ole' clowns Aimin' ya pound pretendin' they proud But when you leave town they go around they runnin' they mouth (maaann) They somethin' like a hata man Talkin' bad about a playa as if I'm not gon' see ya lata man You constantly frontin' until you confronted on If you don't like what's goin' on gwoin to another song Cause I keep a haa guilty My cars and my money all alike man, both them filthy (get it?) From skimpy and empty to fuel on full See I be high when my car go Bulls Obey no rules to school you fools Schoolboy's err'y where, we're Young Dude news (maann) St. Louis like Louis D. Miles and Larry Hughes And the Young Dude done paid young dudes' dues dude [Chorus - repeat 2x] [JD:] But yo, what da hook gon' be (Uh oh!) [ML:] See I don't need no fuckin' hook on this beat (Shiieet) All I need, is the track in the background My headphones loud, keep the blunt goin 'round and I'ma rip [Verse: Murphy Lee] The sun'll come out.. tomorrow And I will never have to borrow Got my first car when I turned sixteen Only drove it home outta town limousines Plus we was broke wit a deal but nobody could tell So we did what we had to do for "Country Grammar" to sell Haha, I stay on my own melodies Plus I like my Booties and my Boobs like a capital letta 'B' That's how it be, how it betta be I preferably ratha have two or three girls in the bed wit me Close your errs [ears] ma you ain't heard nothin' (whaa?) I always pay ma let a brotha hold somethin' I'm basically comin' from nothin' to somethin' When I say nothin' meanin' pocket full of lint and buttons (We all we got!) Used to be creative on Halloween (how you gon'?) Stop a hotta teen went from nada to a lot of things [Chorus] [Verse: Murphy Lee] People always sayin' man it must be nice No hi no nothin' not a simple house life Understand the money's good but I'm still from the hood So don't be askin' for no "inch" be expectin' the "foot" Unless you want a foot (whoo!) I know a few crooks that can place you where you need to be put And it might not cost me playa Got a Benz peppa interia, paint salty playa And we all push it, but me I push it real good Brains blown out, chromed out, wheel real wood Catch me on ya local derrty Or in the studio doin' vocals derrty I'm the same dude that came through wit my crew Let the girls do me while you do you And um, all I need is JD beat to be bangin' And I'll come up wit these verses that I'm usually slangin' I be ripping man [Chorus - to end] |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1 [Explicit Version] (2005)
(Verse 1: (Jermaine))
I been watching you for so damn long but I don't know what to say or do I be sittin' around fantasizin' bout' what I wanna do to you Here's somethin' about the way you move your body I can't take Specially when you turn around and you make ur ass shake You da the number one most requested in the club like one of my jams But no matter what when I come in your right here where I am Breakin' it down like we in bed Gotta a nigga spedin' up all his bread Bendin' over to the front Lookin' back at me like whatcha want (Chorus: (Missy & Jermaine)) I gotta getcha getcha getcah getcha Someday, Someday I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha If it's the last thing that I do (Repeat) (Verse 2: (Missy)) I gotta getcha, I gotta getcha And it don't matter if that's ur bitch wit'cha Cause my man's here too so let's switch up And we be lookin' at each other get the picture And my body not Beyonce' but big girls we been holdin' it down And light-skin used to be way in but brown-skin is tha hot shit now And don't take me as a one-hit wonder keep me hangin' out on the show Ya betta act like I'm tha real deal and real bitches I'm tha last one left Might not see me up in a thong but I'll be rockin' my addais suit Ur chick can put a tight dress on but she still won't look this cute (Chorus: (Missy & Jermaine)) I gotta getcha getcha getcah getcha Someday, Someday I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha If it's the last thing that I do (Repeat) (Verse 3: (Jermaine)) Shit if that's the case baby what's it gon' take for us to get it jumped off right now (Right Now) I got check books, credit cards, all that shit just tell me hows it gotta go down And usually I ain't gotta trick but I will though (Kay) Cause you super bad and for real though (Kay) Ohh can't wait for my lips to kiss ur lips both sets but you don't hear me though, (Hear me thought) (Verse 4: (Missy)) Oh Yes I wanna splurge wit' ur credit cards let me drive ur car all up and down the boulevard Ain't fittin' to talk playa go do ya part yeah I like ur southern draw might letcha eat it raw Is ya really hard don't stop get it ya'll down by law let me take ya to the titty bar These chicks ain't shit I mean none of ya'll Come on get it get it run up in the suga bars (Chorus: (Missy & Jermaine)) I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha Someday, Someday I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha If it's the last thing that I do (Repeat) (Hook: (Missy)) I gots to getcha no matter what it takes I gots to getcha and I won't make mistakes Baby I gots to getcha like I told you before And I'm gon' getcha bets believe me for sure (Chorus: (Missy)) I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha If it's the last thing that I do |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1 [Explicit Version] (2005)
Just A Little Bit..
I want a grown man ( i want a grown man yeah yeah yeahhh) Ay im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on, grown man on, grown man on, Any thugs in the club got his grown man on? Grown man on, Grown man on. White tee's, baggy jeans, you can leave em at home, leave em at home, leave em at home. cause tonight i dont wanna see no throwback on, cause im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on. [Torica] He care more about his rims than his timbs, (?) (thats not what i want) he just wanna be crazy, aint lookin for no wifey, (thats not what i want) he can ride on 24's but cant open up my doors, (thats not what i want) yeah his pockets kinda fat but he dont know how to act, (thats not what i want) [Miss B] See i be the type that be lookin for a star, 6 foot 1 i hope he standin at the bar, i just be gettin my hopes up man, im lookin for the one, not a one night stand, white tee's baggy jeans, yo im tired of that scene, throwback, fitted caps, give me somethin else please, i aint the one that be chargin niggas fee's, take some money get cha gear up, bless a nigga like he sneezed (achoo) hell nah i aint lookin for da ice, but a stand up guy has to dress real nice,(nice) what? too much to ask for right? pull ya pants up nigga, i aint sayin wear em tight. Ay im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on, grown man on, grown man on, Any thugs in the club got his grown man on? Grown man on, Grown man on. White tee's, baggy jeans, you can leave em at home, leave em at home, leave em at home. cause tonight i dont wanna see no throwback on, cause im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on. Can i get a pair of jeans and a button down,(yes) white tee underneath see you grown now, braided or faded dont matter to me, prefer the even steven, no offence im talkin bout me, im talkin bout B and what i like in a man, put that nigga on a sweater and a nice pair of pants, i aint sayin everyday, i like the preppy look, but when you courtin missbehavin do it by the books, so ladies if you feelin me just wave ya hands in the air, and wave em all around like you just dont care, bein a grown man, get cha number back now, look around homie grown men come rare, put him in a nice shirt, air forces, treat em to the Grammy's then i might source him, but boy stay fly, think a nigga endorsed him, took a class in miss B like i forced him. He care more about his rims than his timbs, (?) (thats not what i want) he just wanna be crazy, aint lookin for no wifey, (thats not what i want) he can ride on 24's but cant open up my doors, (thats not what i want) yeah his pockets kinda fat but he dont know how to act, (thats not what i want) Ay im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on, grown man on, grown man on, Any thugs in the club got his grown man on? Grown man on, Grown man on. White tee's, baggy jeans, you can leave em at home, leave em at home, leave em at home. cause tonight i dont wanna see no throwback on, cause im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on. |
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from Mariah Carey 9집 - The Emancipation Of Mimi (2005)
Oh damn
The club bout to close in a minute Can I get your number baby So you and I can go get in it Let me come and pick you up And go take you out Can I get your number baby So I can show you what I'm all about I've been checkin' you out And I noticed that you ain't just one of the crowd So tell me won't you Come on and see about me baby I've got the crys on ice and I'm bout to get nice Up in VIP with all my ladies Tell me how many times in your life Will you get an opportunity like this tonight Tell me a little somebody you Here's a little somebody me I got a house in Capri and my own G4 And that Benz with the doors that lift up from the floor Oh damn The club bout to close in a minute Can I get your number baby So you and I can go get in it Let me come and pick you up And go take you out Can I get your number baby So I can show you what I'm all about What I'm all about Now that you're sitting next to me I bet you're wondering What my intentions are for you And I to get into Baby I just wanna Hug and kiss and love ya Look into my eyes baby don't be shy Is it yes or no We ain't got all night Tell me how many times in your life Will you get an opportunity like this tonight Tell me a little somebody you Here's a little somebody me I gotta PIP penthouse with a sick hot tub We can watch the flat screen While the bubbles fill it up Oh damn The club bout to close in a minute Can I get your number baby So you and I can go get in it Let me come and pick you up And go take you out Can I get your number baby So I can show you what I'm all about What I'm all about Damn Damn Oh damn The club bout to close in a minute Can I get your number baby So you and I can go get in it Let me come and pick you up And go take you out Can I get your number baby So I can show you what I'm all about What I'm all about Damn |
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from Chris Brown - Chris Brown (2006)
Juelz Santana
(Rap) Okay Check it, Check it, Check it out It's Santana again Steppin, Steppin, Steppin out One of them Brand new big boy toys I do big boy things I make big boy noise 'cause... I know what girls want... I know what they like They wanna stay up , and party all night so bring a friend Chris Brown (Verse 1) Let me talk to you Tell you how it is I was thinkin when I saw that body gotta get shawty Tell her what the young boy gon do Damn them chicks wit chu gotta be your kin Babe pretty thick wit the kick that's sick that need to be hit So tell me what ya'll gon do (Hook) I got friends, and you got friends They hop out, and you hop in I look fly, and they jockin The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop (2x) (Chorus) Is ya man on the flo? If he ain't... Let me know Let me see if you can run it, run it girl indeed I can run it, run it(2x) (Verse 2) You'll see Girl I can set you off Don't believe my age is gonna slow us down I can definitly show you things that's gon have you sayin I can't be 16 Once I get in you won't wanna go (and I...) I'll have yo girls wishin they were you (and I...) I know your heard about me, but guess what's goin down if we leave (Hook 2x) (Chorus 2x) (Breakdown) Girl you feel right (Feel right) Make me feel like... (feel like...) I wanna do a little somethin (do a little somethin) Ain't no thing let you do it fo sho Girl the way that your wearin them jeans is turnin me on I'm the hottest thing thats in these streets so baby won't you rock me... (Rap) Make it drop honey... Make it pop honey... Whip, whop.. Tick, tock to da clock fo me don't stop doin that and shawty know I mean what I say so she won't stop doin dat Plus I heard if you can dance you can bump Well dance time is up let's go, let's go(yup) we can get it in... we can gets some friends do it like the ying yang twins start (Whisperin) wait til' you see my.... wait til' you see my... let me fall back You ain't ready for all dat have you sleep late real late yeah takin a long nap you tell your friends... to get wit my friends we can be friends switch and meet friends(switch) we can do it all night long, and... til' da clock hit mornin ya dig (Chorus 2x) (Outro) oooh, oooh, oooh, ooh |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
[Intro: Chingy]
Ah y'all we get it right herre this the remix Trackstars, oh, oh, oh (Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do) Disturbing Tha Peace, So So Def, Chingy, J.D (Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do) Let's do it [Chorus: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 1: Chingy] Girl why you dat right thurr She so bad I'm constantly getting calls from da mayorr I though of a rabbit the way she bouncing fo' thurr curr Her man defendin' her like a lawyer so bewarre So dudes be handcuffin but dirrty that ain't fairr I wanna bet she got da bomb like a terrrorist She wit it I'll hit it though but I ain't thinking 'bout marrriage I love these honeys might as well call me Papa Bearrr Girl you know you looking good, good Ah don't I know you from da hood, hood You say you wouldn't when you would, would Now take it off you know you should, should, now twist around fo me! [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 2: Trina] Miss Trina make the ballas wanna starre (Wanna starre) House 'a naughty boots lined with the furr (Furr) Walk with a switch pull it over make it twerk I'ma flirt 'til it hurt in a throwback skirt I'm that bad bitch, rocks Benz on bladez Rocks on my wrist like pink lemonade Keep ya watches and ya rings, tell them other girls Lil' mama rockin strings and Chanel Pearls Im back for my crown fake bitches bow down This the remix what you wanna do now? I know u like the way we do this over herre Get loose in da club like we just don't carre (Don't carre) [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 3: Jermaine Dupri] I'm from the city wherre they do that right thurr the most Out-a-towners come around and straight over dose Where the hips sing to ya and swing like, BUMP, BUMP, BUMP Like you done walked into a B2K concert mannn Back out legs showin talkin like mann Who got the drink and where the party at tonight damn That's when they start that backing it up on ya homie and That's a feelin' you just can't fight We fired up off that Hypnotic and Hennessey She can't keep her motherfuckin' hands off me We both in the club high bouncing to the beat When she turn around this is what I told her [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Outro: Chingy] I like that (Uh huh), I like that (Uh huh) I like that (Uh huh), I like that (Uh huh) Trackstars, ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do I like that (Yeah), I like that (Yeah) I like that (Yeah), I like that (Yeah) Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1 [Explicit Version] (2005)
(feat. All Star, Yo Gotti)
[Young Capone talking:] Check this out hommie Check this out homeboy Dis ya boy Young Capone (Young Capone off in dis here) Got that nigga Daz on this mutha fucka wit me Got that lil nigga T-Rock on this mutha fucka wit me (Mr. clean) Nay mean for all them niggas out there thinking muthafucka done lost it or something (Think a nigga lost it) Check this out Yall know what this is So So Def [Chorus:] Im hot (Im hot) And im back (And im back) If you dont like it nigga kiss my ass (Kiss my ass) Cause im smooth (Im smooth) And im cool (And im cool) And aint afraid to act a muthafuckin fool (Act a muthafuckin fool) See you a lame (You a lame) And you a sucka (And you a sucka) And i dont hang around no muthafuckin bustas (No muthafuckin bustas) I keep it real (I keep it real) Cause im a G (Cause im a G) And i aint wit niggas that scream MP (MP!) [Mr. Clean:] Its mr clean the money go getter And u better stay away if u a bustar ass nigga Find a nigga thats a reala playa thats a not Call us 38 hundered mutha fucka im hot Imitate u like a rash get off in yo ass Gaureented to make the crowd duck and run when i blast Try to play us for the cash and nigga you will die We dont go to high school but we go to school high Have yo family askin why If u ever test boi u dealin wit some niggas that dont go wit disrespect You can still rep yo set just do it ova there Aint no talkin about bodys pussy nigga we dont care Mutha fucka! [Chorus:] Im hot (Im hot) And im back (And im back) If you dont like it nigga kiss my ass (Kiss my ass) Cause im smooth (Im smooth) And im cool (And im cool) And aint afraid to act a muthafuckin fool (Act a muthafuckin fool) See you a lame (You a lame) And you a sucka (And you a sucka) And i dont hang around no muthafuckin bustas (No muthafuckin bustas) I keep it real (I keep it real) Cause im a G (Cause im a G) And i aint wit niggas that scream MP (MP!) [DJ:] Young Capone Holla at the people [Young Capone:] Now please pardon my french cause i dont mean to be rude But its so much that i take these pussy niggas to school And act a fool if they think of disrespecting the team Pop the trunk get the gat and introduce them to the beam Best believe every nigga in the squad got a strap Keep the chooper in the trunk and the gats in the lap Fuck around and get clapped for poppin at the trap Real niggas hold it down pussy niggas get slapped Tryin to give a nigga dap but kick a hater Move aside jesus and his squad im the muthafuckin truth Treeruff is too i dumpin at you booth Befor i leave this muthafucka imma teach u bout the dude [Chorus:] Im hot (Im hot) And im back (And im back) If you dont like it nigga kiss my ass (Kiss my ass) Cause im smooth (Im smooth) And im cool (And im cool) And aint afraid to act a muthafuckin fool (Act a muthafuckin fool) See you a lame (You a lame) And you a sucka (And you a sucka) And i dont hang around no muthafuckin bustas (No muthafuckin bustas) I keep it real (I keep it real) Cause im a G (Cause im a G) And i aint wit niggas that scream MP (MP!) [Daz:] Look in the eyes of a young g hustling for the future Duck and drive by let them so so (?) Duking it out load up them choppers ghetto birds helicopters squad cars You know we living that dog pound (we living like usual) You trip nigga (POW POW) Thats wat we do to you Tory (?) smoking the blunt of the fire You see we wont stop stop sttill we retire Get it higher higher levitate it up in the air So you better be ready for a crew yellin "We dont care!" So get what you suposed to meet us in the parking lot Bring ya gloves wit plenty blunts Cause we like starting (?) [Chorus:] Im hot (Im hot) And im back (And im back) If you dont like it nigga kiss my ass (Kiss my ass) Cause im smooth (Im smooth) And im cool (And im cool) And aint afraid to act a muthafuckin fool (Act a muthafuckin fool) See you a lame (You a lame) And you a sucka (And you a sucka) And i dont hang around no muthafuckin bustas (No muthafuckin bustas) I keep it real (I keep it real) Cause im a G (Cause im a G) And i aint wit niggas that scream MP (MP!) |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1 [Explicit Version] (2005)
(Verse 1: (Jermaine))
I been watching you for so damn long but I don't know what to say or do I be sittin' around fantasizin' bout' what I wanna do to you Here's somethin' about the way you move your body I can't take Specially when you turn around and you make ur ass shake You da the number one most requested in the club like one of my jams But no matter what when I come in your right here where I am Breakin' it down like we in bed Gotta a nigga spedin' up all his bread Bendin' over to the front Lookin' back at me like whatcha want (Chorus: (Missy & Jermaine)) I gotta getcha getcha getcah getcha Someday, Someday I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha If it's the last thing that I do (Repeat) (Verse 2: (Missy)) I gotta getcha, I gotta getcha And it don't matter if that's ur bitch wit'cha Cause my man's here too so let's switch up And we be lookin' at each other get the picture And my body not Beyonce' but big girls we been holdin' it down And light-skin used to be way in but brown-skin is tha hot shit now And don't take me as a one-hit wonder keep me hangin' out on the show Ya betta act like I'm tha real deal and real bitches I'm tha last one left Might not see me up in a thong but I'll be rockin' my addais suit Ur chick can put a tight dress on but she still won't look this cute (Chorus: (Missy & Jermaine)) I gotta getcha getcha getcah getcha Someday, Someday I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha If it's the last thing that I do (Repeat) (Verse 3: (Jermaine)) Shit if that's the case baby what's it gon' take for us to get it jumped off right now (Right Now) I got check books, credit cards, all that shit just tell me hows it gotta go down And usually I ain't gotta trick but I will though (Kay) Cause you super bad and for real though (Kay) Ohh can't wait for my lips to kiss ur lips both sets but you don't hear me though, (Hear me thought) (Verse 4: (Missy)) Oh Yes I wanna splurge wit' ur credit cards let me drive ur car all up and down the boulevard Ain't fittin' to talk playa go do ya part yeah I like ur southern draw might letcha eat it raw Is ya really hard don't stop get it ya'll down by law let me take ya to the titty bar These chicks ain't shit I mean none of ya'll Come on get it get it run up in the suga bars (Chorus: (Missy & Jermaine)) I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha Someday, Someday I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha If it's the last thing that I do (Repeat) (Hook: (Missy)) I gots to getcha no matter what it takes I gots to getcha and I won't make mistakes Baby I gots to getcha like I told you before And I'm gon' getcha bets believe me for sure (Chorus: (Missy)) I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha If it's the last thing that I do |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1 [Explicit Version] (2005)
[Verse 1]
Yea these niggaz like me, haters want to fight me Yea these niggaz mad 'cause I came up over night B Yea I switch it up I got 9 kuff tightly So you betta do the right thing like Spike Lee Yep I'm superclean rock jeans wit a white tee Niggaz round here soft but like niggaz want to fight me If you had some figures you will be just like me Yea these niggaz mad 'cause I shining like a light B Niggaz talking yep in there muthaf**kin throwback It ain't real, you know, that's Muhammedz where they sold dat We stepping on these niggaz like a muthaf**kin door mat When I hit the scene they take pictures call me Kodak These hoes goin crazy like think they need some prozac We the hottest thing in the marker and you no dat If Yo bitch chosed up and she don't want to go back We stackin big faces 'cause we still spending throwbacks! [Chorus] Ohh I think they like me [x16] [Verse 2] Haters want 2 fight me I'm snatching ya ass up First nigga act up first nigga get bust Just ta gettin shredded, while im twirlin n switchin swords T-shirt stravaganza (franchize the white tee boyz) Self made self paid we latch around in our white tee Ashy black shirt well get down in ya brown tee My hundred throwback we sport a jersey by Ali And if he make one (hell naw dat dont sight me!) I'm all about my cash ride around wit a nice peace Ear piece icy they straight up like me You heard pimpin playa (they shine so brightly) Don't stand so close vision burners with ice blingers Respect my whole squad no you can't even touch us 'cause Role out the red carpet high 5 to show us love Carry barretas count cheddar we trend settas I'm a franchize niggga have a mil or betta [Chorus] A young nigga I luv to muthaf**kin fight but when shit get thick I grab the k he grab the pipe so when my muthaf**kin partnas when they rumble when they right strap up in all black, so make dem suckas see da light some people say im crazy, my eye stay lazy the neck so sweet, ten bricks for the 80 killin f**k niggas when they dont wanna pay me ones on my shirt, stay clean so i made it we back on the block, servin glass to the jay nigga gotta glass jar, swappin shit, breakin face gotta yays and a bar, clean ones, stay laced gotta king fitch tell her get the f**k out tha way wet paint, big shoes, move motors lets race young nigga tryin ta get it, wat i care about a case if u want me come n get me bitch i gotta AK see yall nigga, me n my click n we dont muthaf**kin play [Chorus] [Fades out...] |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1 [Explicit Version] (2005)
Yeah! Aye yo, this ya boy PT right
And on this joint right here, for all them niggaz Comin to shows, to crank that thang up Yall already know what time it is It, is, a-bout to go down! [Verse 1] Them niggaz came to the club just to fight (Just to fight) I'm chillin in the V.I.P right (P right) All I see is a nigga gettin buck (Gettin buck) Security bout to snatch his ass up (Ass up) Oh shit, now them hoes bout scrap (Bout to scrap) Oh shit, now a bitch done got slapped (Got slapped) Somebody need to call the police (The police) These niggaz don't want no peace (No peace) If a nigga hit me it's on (It's on) Got damn man shoulda stayed home (Stayed home) I'mma slap me a nigga wit the Cris (Wit the Cris) If it keep carryin on like this (Like this) Uh-oh they done got on the bar (On the bar) Get me to my motherfuckin car (To the car) It's been waitin to erupt all night (All night) Them niggaz came to the club just to fight (Just to fight) [Chorus] 2x Them niggaz came to the club just to fight (Just to fight) Them niggaz came to the club just to fight (Just to fight) They throwin bows (throwin bows) They throwin chairs (throwin chairs) They over here (they over here) They over there (they over there) It, is, a-bout to go down! [Verse 2] Still got me in the club (In the club) I can't help it man damn I'm a thug (I'm a thug) Uh-oh there go another chair (Another chair) I'm over here (I'm over here) You over where? (You over where?) Uh-oh lil shawty got a blade (Got a blade) Take me to the motherfuckin stage (To the stage) Lil buddy in the corner need help (Need help) Don't come to the club by ya self (By ya self) Oh shit somebody done got hit (Got hit) Uh-oh now he back wit his clique (Wit his clique) Got damn now they shootin outside (Outside) Yea baby I'll let you get a ride (Get a ride) I'mma make sure you make it home safe (Home safe) Matter fact we can stay at my place (My place) It's been waitin to erupt all night (All night) Them niggaz came to the club just to fight! Chorus 4x Yeah! |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1 [Explicit Version] (2005)
Just A Little Bit.. I want a grown man ( i want a grown man yeah yeah yeahhh) Ay im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on, grown man on, grown man on, Any thugs in the club got his grown man on? Grown man on, Grown man on. White tee's, baggy jeans, you can leave em at home, leave em at home, leave em at home. cause tonight i dont wanna see no throwback on, cause im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on. [Torica] He care more about his rims than his timbs, (?) (thats not what i want) he just wanna be crazy, aint lookin for no wifey, (thats not what i want) he can ride on 24's but cant open up my doors, (thats not what i want) yeah his pockets kinda fat but he dont know how to act, (thats not what i want) [Miss B] See i be the type that be lookin for a star, 6 foot 1 i hope he standin at the bar, i just be gettin my hopes up man, im lookin for the one, not a one night stand, white tee's baggy jeans, yo im tired of that scene, throwback, fitted caps, give me somethin else please, i aint the one that be chargin niggas fee's, take some money get cha gear up, bless a nigga like he sneezed (achoo) hell nah i aint lookin for da ice, but a stand up guy has to dress real nice,(nice) what? too much to ask for right? pull ya pants up nigga, i aint sayin wear em tight. Ay im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on, grown man on, grown man on, Any thugs in the club got his grown man on? Grown man on, Grown man on. White tee's, baggy jeans, you can leave em at home, leave em at home, leave em at home. cause tonight i dont wanna see no throwback on, cause im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on. Can i get a pair of jeans and a button down,(yes) white tee underneath see you grown now, braided or faded dont matter to me, prefer the even steven, no offence im talkin bout me, im talkin bout B and what i like in a man, put that nigga on a sweater and a nice pair of pants, i aint sayin everyday, i like the preppy look, but when you courtin missbehavin do it by the books, so ladies if you feelin me just wave ya hands in the air, and wave em all around like you just dont care, bein a grown man, get cha number back now, look around homie grown men come rare, put him in a nice shirt, air forces, treat em to the Grammy's then i might source him, but boy stay fly, think a nigga endorsed him, took a class in miss B like i forced him. He care more about his rims than his timbs, (?) (thats not what i want) he just wanna be crazy, aint lookin for no wifey, (thats not what i want) he can ride on 24's but cant open up my doors, (thats not what i want) yeah his pockets kinda fat but he dont know how to act, (thats not what i want) Ay im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on, grown man on, grown man on, Any thugs in the club got his grown man on? Grown man on, Grown man on. White tee's, baggy jeans, you can leave em at home, leave em at home, leave em at home. cause tonight i dont wanna see no throwback on, cause im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on. mmmm hmmm mmmm hmmmmm. |
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from Mariah Carey 11집 - E=Mc² (2008)
Y'all know what this is SO SO DEF Thanks for nothing Thanks for nothing I cant even know what to say I've been hurt I've been played and I'm so ashamed I can't even cry it's that deep You just lie and you cheat LIke its nothing see you said that you loved me to and so I trusted you but i guess that subconsciously knew but i never met a boy so true never thought of me and you but you was just fronting aye boy thanks for nothing i never knew enough about you babe i guess i only have myself to blame now im broken hearted and shattering you were just playing a game nothing anyone can do to convince me babe i was living in a lie a masquerade now i only know that ill never be the same you were just playing a game oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh thanks for nothing everyday and every night i stay by the phone never go no place so just incase you called i be home seemed like all i do is think about our screwed up romance while you're somewhere burning diesel in the streets having laughs somebody say you know what I'm going thru even if were nothing to but you cant count on one hand singing 3456 7 days a week you're laying in tears he was so insincere now you laying up in bed saying aye boy thanks for nothing i never knew enough about you babe i guess i only have myself to blame now im broken hearted and shattering you were just playing game nothing anyone can do to convince me babe i was living in a lie a masquered now i only know that ill never be the same you were just playing a game oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh thanks for nothing oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh thanks for nothing |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Y'All Know What This Is...The Hits (2007)
(Ludacris)
Yeah Welcome to Atlanta, jackin hammers and vogues Back to the mackin and jackin the clothes, adolescent packin a fo' A knock on the do', who is it? I would happen to know The one with the flow - who did it?, it was me I suppose J-D in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme Skatin down Old Nat, gat tucked and lean I split ya splean, as a matter of fact I split ya team No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams I'm allergic to doc' prescribed antihistamines Oink oink, pig pig, do away with the pork Only silverware I needs a steak knife and a fork Did you forget your fuckin manners, I'm +Bruce+ with +Banners+ Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon The wooly mammoth sabretooth, bitch bite your tongue I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus So I stripped them off the wall Waitin for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin 'em up In fact I'm slappin 'em up, Cadallac'n the truck I can't loose with twenty-two, bitch that's what's up Runnin in the back to fuck, better tha-than the aquaduct Chil-li-li-li-li-n.. fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what? (Jermaine Dupri) Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo (Chorus: J.D. followed by Ludacris) Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin (Jermaine Dupri) Yo, uhh Now the party don't start 'til I walk in And I usually don't leave until the thang ends But in the meantime, in between time You work yo' thing, I'll work mine I been puttin it down here since eighty-three Since the Lake Show/MD rivalry When +Frozen Paradise+ was the place to be If you was ridin, you was bumpin to homie Shy-D I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor Monday night, +Gentlemen's Club+ Tuesday night, I'm up in the +Velvet Room+, gettin fucked up Wednesday, I'm at +Strokers+ on lean Thursday, +Jump Clean+, then I fall up in +Kream+ Friday, +Shark Bar+, +Kaya+ with Frank Ski Right on the flo' is where you can find me Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy You can find me up in +One-Tweezy+ Sunday, is when I get my sleep in Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla! (Jermaine Dupri) Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo (Chorus) - repeat 2X |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Y'All Know What This Is...The Hits (2007)
(feat.Jay-Z)
Uh uh So So Def Yeah, yeah Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z (Jermaine Dupri) In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang (Jay-Z) Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang (Jermaine Dupri) Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang (Jay-Z) Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang (Jermaine Dupri) Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us Cause all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper, baby toss it up Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up See the money ain't a thang (Jay-Z) I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe Jigga's style is love, X and O Save all your accolades, just the dough My game is wide, all lames aside Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub' Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up Multi til I close up, it's all basic I been spending hundreds since they had small faces Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas Me and J.D. got it locked crazy Where you at haters? Chorus (Jermaine Dupri) My cake thick, I live the life Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night I make the big moves, do the big things Take small groups, turn them into big names The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match Cats say I'm the shit man The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do Get more burn than a candle Too hot to hold, too much to handle In the black C-low, he know if she look She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo' I'm "The Truth" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly In the safest shit you could never buy Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing I don't know about y'all but every night I swing Chorus (Jay-Z) Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil' And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey Platinum, spend your whole life in the day What's down is a bet, roll the dice (Jermaine Dupri) Yeah, yeah, so let's play So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level Where I'm at, your check, you better double that And personally your raps is where the trouble at I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain In the platinum frame screamin it's not a game Gleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy Chorus (Jermaine Dupri) So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo' You know, all we do is.. Rock, rock on (*repeat to fade*) |
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from Donell Jones - Journey Of A Gemini (2006)
(feat. Jermaine Dupri)
[Intro (JD)] I'm so sincere with it I just want you to know If you can feel it rock back and forth He's so sincere with it We just want you to know if you can feel it rock back and forth I'm so sincere with it I just want you to know If you can feel it rock back and forth We so sincere with it we just want you to know If u can't feel it rock back and forth Lets go [Donnell Jones] Settle down thinking that I can let ya talk to me that way Making that move, the one that could be creeping and taking your place You don't even know Where I be, when we argue now You gon' be here lonely yeah Cuz she knows what I need at night [Chorus] Can't you, see she wants to (take your place) She wanna give me everything that you don't Don't let her just walk in Don't make a (big mistake) Thinking I'm so caught up I can't let go You better start (talking) [Donell Jones] Tell me why should I Be here tonight See you don't wanna Hurt me but we both know this thing just aint right When I go (and I go) It's gonna be a little too late To try get back again When I don't have this feeling no more [Bridge] Now we're ain't gonna be talking no more (no more) She's gonna be the reason I leave you alone And I feel (some day you'll see when I'm gone) So right now You better speak And give me a reason [Donell Jones] Girl cant you see She wants to (take your place) She wanna give me everything that you don't Don't let her just walk in Don't make a (big mistake) Thinking I'm so caught up I can't let go You better start (talking) [Bridge] This sh** is over (you betta start talking) Shoulda ended long ago (you better start talking) But I stayed around thinking that something in your head 'd start clicking But I can see that I was all wrong (you betta start talking) I can't be a fool no more (you betta start talking) She wants to be that one to give me that love you aint ready for You better start talking, girl [JD] I go to the club strictly to party and find something to twork with I'm the dude that all the girls wanna flirt with Jump up in the booth show me just how they work it So shortly your window is small to work with I see it in your eyes but you aint saying nothing Your girl doing everything trying to push my buttons Symbolizing us leaving and me cutting Easy like Tiga' on the green when he puttin' You betta start talking Shorty wanna do something Do something too live crew man man Shorty wanna move something And you front like it aint what it is Bout to lose all this cuz u aint handle yo bizz After two shots of the three She was all on me And you seen it but try to play it like a PIMP Now I respect that But sometimes that's a set back And I really cant see u setting back lettin' that Be the reason we ain't breezin' through the city Girl you better start talking [Chorus] Can't you see she wants to (take your place) She wanna give me everything that you don't Don't let her just walk in Don't make a (big mistake) Thinking I'm so caught up I can't let go You better start (talking) She wants to (take your place) She's wanna give me everything that you don't Don't let her just walk in Don't make a (big mistake) Thinking I'm so caught up I can't let go You better start (talking) [Outro (JD)] I'm so sincere with it I just want you to know If you can feel it rock back and forth He's so sincere with it We just want you to know If you can feel it rock back and forth I'm so sincere with it If you can feel it rock back and forth He's so sincere with it If you can feel it rock back and forth |
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from Cappadonna - The Yin And The Yang [Explicit Version] (2001)
We know the game, like we know time We know biz, like we know crime we know a tech, like we know a dime We know fat, like we know whack And how to make a dope stack We know, we know This years money and thug affiliation Wu-Tang Clan, Dupri colabiration. AT ya'll?, New York, real live creation. No busters, niggah what no imitations. If one things not for cash and gold rings it's real shit you can feel shit, no basin'. Hot bitches are rich, plenty ass chasin' This be that bomb shit, stop player hatin We know the game, like we know time We know biz, like we know crime We know a trick, like we know a dime We know fat, like we know whack And how to make a dope stack We know, we know We know bad, like we know good We know the wold, like we know the hood We know young, like we know old We know platnum, like we know gold And how to get the fat dough We know, we know We know how to blow this weed, how to toke it up, take a smoke with us Ya'll wanna get a hold of me, if you let me of, we know how to pressno Get fucked up, cant you tell by the way I talk It's the bitch in me that dwells from my head to my socks (queen when I crock?), pop any niggah like, red (buck?) I like sexiest crop more than ever, no mather how you wait, n' I seen us pray. And when I slay niggah's, I butaly burn'em I turn them into church goers, then they'll die by serving? Pray for all ya, run for cover, When a disaster is behind us on the lose like mine and passing others? Dust, cuz we dont give a fuck about him. Were's the blunts, we can't live without'em. We know how to get the money and hussle, we know how to split a |
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from Mariah Carey - Honey [single] (1997)
Honey got me hooked on you
I like that ooh, ooh Come on, come on MC, MC ooh, ooh Nah nah nah nah nah nah Nah nah Nah nah nah nah nah nah Nah nah nah nah nah [Repeat twice] Honey you can have me When you want me You simply ask me to be there (a huh) And you're the only one Who makes me come running Cause what you got Is far beyond compare (ooh) CHORUS: And it's just like honey When your love comes over me Oh baby I've got a dependancy Always strung out For another taste of your honey It's like honey When it rushes over me You know sugar never ever was so sweet And I'm dying for you Crying for you I adore you Boy you know your love addected me And I'm strung out on you, darling Don't you see Every night and day I can hardly wait For another taste of honey Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside (yeah, yeah) Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside Yeah, ooh Oh, I can't be elusive with you honey (I like that) Cause it's blatant that I'm feeling you And it's too hard for me to leave abruptly You're the only thing I wanna do CHORUS Baby I can love you babe (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah you're on fire) Gotta hold on love thy saints (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah take us higher) ooohh (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah you're on fire) ooohh (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah take us higher) (Breakdown) Oooh, woah Every little thing you do (Now what we gonna do right here, we gonna smooth it out, come on) Ooh, woah, honey, got me hooked on you (MC, and she won't stop) Honey, it's like |
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from Lil' Bow Wow - Beware Of Dog (2000)
featuring JD & Da Brat
[Lil Bow Wow] (You know me) Yo this is Bow Wow, uh-huh (You know me) What can y'all do to me Nothing Shut it all the way down (You know me) Ain't no question I'mm do what I do every trip mama A little pimp (You know me) All I do is find 'em Love 'em and flee It's like that Little cat but I'm nice (You know me) Don't believe please Step, step, step up Cause I'm bad like Mike (You know me) Bout to watch small change, all change Into big bucks My niggas all we do is put down the smash While y'all playa hataz keep coming with trash I'm everything y'all been looking for Everything that keep y'all straight hitting the floor Little girls in the hood I got 'em all shook up Tryna find this nigga so we can hook up Even girls 18 they be tryna sneak They find all kinds of ways to get next to me I'm the don in this new millennium O-H-I-O is where I'm from I might of said it before but I'mma say it again Since I stepped y'all niggas can't win It's the B-O dub all in the club The reason that girl keep shaking her butt (You know me) Gots to keep it going on With JD on the track how can I go wrong? [JD] Shut it all the way down (You know me) Ain't no question I'mma do what I do what I does every trip mama Big pimp (You know me) All I do is find 'em, love 'em and flee It's like that Big cat and I'm nice (You know me) Don't believe, please Step, step, step up And I'm bad like Mike (You know me) 'Bout to watch small change, all change Into big bucks, uh Girls that talk slick I don't want that I want me a nice girl type That ain't really been touched If she all in the mix I don't want that Cause those be the hoes that talk to much That five double oh I don't want that I want me a six with the tricks and the tv in the roof That bottle of Mo' I don't want that Bring me the pineapple, cranberry And the grape fruit sour Do it, five flavor flow like fluid Swallow I'm tryna keep y'all dancing like never before Screaming at the DJ gimme some more It's So So Def and we don't play Put it down like this every day And in the A-T-L-A-N-T-A, G-A that's where I stay Now march [Da Brat] You gotta find a way to turn it up man Uh, uh, shut it all the way down (You know me) Ain't no question I do what I do every trip papa A big pimp (You know me) And all is find 'em Love 'em and flee, it's like that It's Da Brat and I'm nice (You know me) And if you don't believe, please Step, step, step up I'm bad like Mike (You know me) And all I do is keep on making the big, big bucks Niggas with no dough I don't want those Broke in the club all night holler at any ho Pretty boys who feminine I don't want that I need a thug to keep my adrenaline pumpin' fast Hook up my grandma with a fresh new V with a note attached Telling her you love me The six-o-six-four-four and I'm too nice to stop the flow Rock some more So So Def is a family We on top and that's how it has to be From JD to Bow Wow, to JE and me Everything we drop so hot continuously If the sex ain't freaky that ain't me And if the check ain't weekly, we can't be I'm still a big thang getter Big Momma the Brat from C-H-I-C-A-G-O |
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from Lil' Bow Wow - Beware Of Dog (2000)
Uh Ohh u done crossed the line
Beware of the dog is right there on the sign U got a mucle now getem now putem dont dropem let me see u get crunk There will neva be another one wit his style Puppy town Bow Wow Im tha 18 letta and this playboy representin it foeva cant do it betta Neva wheneva whoeva howeva u test yo leva breath again neva So whateva im pass the mike down to the B-o-ww-ow u in trouble [bowwow] Aint nottin like a lil cat wit his mind write in tha lime light chasin a dream At tha same time makin some cream Nickname scary cause i know how to make em scream Everytime im seen im fool of flash Everytime im out pockets full of cash Aint about my team aint no need to ask We steady steady keep puttin down the smash I was the feem Before i became a teen I known that microphone put up cones of ice cream And thats why i dont care who u are When it comes to me u gotta raise the bar This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone and this play boy goin break ya heard This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone and this play boy goin break ya heard Who u think gion lock down this whole hole south east Brook cards like a breef hang blangs like a reef i wish one of u bussters would spark some beef i swear to god its goin be hard for your moms to sleep see when i ball up in the club haters still sho me love wit dap tees and hugs thats the life of a thug i walky like i talky toldy cuz i sparky straight to u ballers icey boy and hunky im on the padio cleaning my gun while bowwow in the front shootin hoop with my son Big duke representin for the whole east side Jd made me lutenit and thats how we ride This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone and this play boy goin break ya heard This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone and this play boy goin break ya heard Ohh bounce shorty bounce im trying to have yall see what i sell in a block full screamin up in trl and another i want yall niggaz to know i aint wanna of them cats thats goin come and go i got somethin to show and something to say and i can down anything in my way i want the whole family im trying to escort aaliyah or somebody to soul train if u so free im trying to be fly and be tha first kid on the cover of vibe so if u at #1 u betta save it back cuz once i get it it aint never comin back forsure This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone and this play boy goin break ya heard |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Instructions (2001)
(JD Talking)
Hey yo Hype , yesterday was tha morning after Do you remeber any shit we dont man we was wasted damn man what happened tell me (Hype-D Talking) I dont know i was talkin to this bitch and she told me to fuck off and thats all i remember no that wasnt it that wasnt it , she was in tha black coat (JD Talking) Oh that scrummy bitch , HAHAHAHA! She was in tha group of laugther (Hype-D Talking) Oh hell ya but that didnt seem like the morning after? |
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from Bone Crusher - Attenchun ! (2003)
"Never Scared"
(feat. Killer Mike, T.I.) (Bone Crusher talking) Yea! This nigga think we hoez or somethin' my nigga... Sheeeit, man what the... lemme talk to the ma'fucca How hard we really ma'fuccin is in this biaaaatch... nah'm sayin? Fuck nigga... sheit man, ole punk ass kids, we out the club nigga... Dat sheeit don't mean nuttin nigga! I'm gon fuck this nigga up, my nigga! Sheeeeit, lemme show this ma'fucca how hard this shit really is!!! (Chorus) So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk So I go to my loaded tech 9 thats up in da trunk I told that muthafucka I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (northside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) (Verse 1: Bone Crusher) Let a choppa go PLOOOOOOWWW! to yo melon Now the plasma is oozin outta yo cerebellum AttenSHUNNNNN! Fuck nigga, now you swellin You ain't talkin hardcore, now is ya? Lil' bitch! Got'em runnin scared of a... BIGGA NIGGA! Cuz I put the heat to his ummm... HILFIGER! Now on dat drank and on some of dat dank Pistols gettin bursted now I need somethin to drank (REPEAT CHORUS) (Verse 2: Killer Mike) I got a hot 4 fever, call it bitch Benita Knock the apple off any bum or the hollow heat seaker Ran 'cross bitch niggaz, fuck the pint, she take blood by the liter I'll never leave her, my viscous vixen On liquor, send dat ass to God quicker No matter yo religion, you Muslim, Hebrew or Christian She indiscriminate with punishment, she send'em missin My gun's my favorite bitch and And she got permanent PMS so she stay bitchin! (REPEAT CHORUS w/ ad libs by T.I.) (Verse 3: T.I.) Noooooo, I ain't bad, just don't kiss no ass or take shit And I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play wit If you'on like me when you see me, betta not say shit I'll choke yo ass out like Dre did that bitch You betta tell these pussies they ain't fuckin wit no rookie I'm a Bankhead nigga, I'll take yo cookiez! So don't make it a me or you situation I'll have yo partner down and I'll see you visitation Like, hope for the best, but I'on think he gon make it Not the way he was shiverin and shakin on the pavement I'll tell you wha, if you make it, call'em grace cuz he amazin Find out these verses wasn't the only thang blazin and Just when you thought that I was done I was savin the Best for last, nigga kiss my ass Like ?? they my folkz, itz best you just let'em be Cuz I do the shit precincts and them FED's just ain't never see nigga! (REPEAT CHORUS) (Bone Crusher yelling) YEA NIGGA! Just break'em off muthafucka! We the real niggaz! All you hatin' muthafuckaz, underachieverz... Step back, hoe nigga! Listen closely... We ain't neva scared of none of you niggaz! T.I., Bone Crusher, Killer Mike, just break'em off niggaaaaaaaaaaa! (REPEAT CHORUS 2X) |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
Yo, (ok) kids I was sittin on the block the other day man
Some fine ass girl walked by And she was lookin, I'm lookin back She said uh "JD I love those 20's on your car" I said I beg your motherf**kin pardon Them is Michael Jordan's baby She gotta understand the type of nigga you dealin with A young, fly, flashy So So Def representer The biggest thing in the city since Martin Luther the King Uh, holla at 'em Brooklyn is what I'm reppin Disrespect and bullets fly in your direction Ridin shotgun with JD I got so so connections Locos and the chrome blows, homie not to mention I got four homes that I own, I'm certified pimpin Cross my path, shots blast instant Extort your ass the kid got henchmens The whole Brooklyn for instance Red dot, ruthless, head shots stop you from thinkin A best seller's what I'm inkin Another Brooklyn classic, straight acid, keep listenin Twin Desert Eagles, duck when I'm twistin 'em Rims spin on sick vehicles, look we killin 'em Manson and gas my adrenaline, racin fast Switchin four lanes with weight up in the stash I'm livin so so better now, the so so dash is what I'm sittin on, blowin up so so fast Yeah, uh huh Yo, You really don't wanna get hit Hot lid when I empty the clip Drop kid if you droppin your lip Never know enough about but I talk shit You must wanna eat up my clit Everything we ever did on is sick We don't have a party, we rich We cut it up with anybody we with And I'm the main one, havin to fit Can't nobody do it like this I got a gat by the side like my man Big Stand out on that song he did with me You feelin the presence of So So Def Rest assure we gettin the money crush your label there's no more left Just fables fictional characters I Stay away from those who embellish the truth and LIE I'm kickin the same shit you been used to since "Funkdafied" Let your mind escape, you layed away back and enjoy the RIDE Yeah, I'm rollin on deuce trays Shoot all my Tequila straight Catch me at the bar of the bay I might even buy you a little drank We been choppin paper for years Ain't scared of you niggaz out here Some of ya'll might think we disappear But everytime the resurgence is clear Yo, yo Brooklyn has to be two of the illest Felons to be diluted I do whatever, to foot it Like I wanna do it, like I do it When I done it PUSSY (PUSSY), roll like caine Just rhymin with Benz or present with the Coupe-a Drive my lifestyle down I'm between lines and my new slip 2003, M.O.P. nigga you see My fundamentals of a street life nigga Cuffin her hair, have it over left nothin to fear, BIATCH! Warriorz! (WARRIORZ), Come out and play! (COME OUT AND PLAY) From the dark side, where we reside, we die for (BK) We a whole different breed of men you need to squeeze us in We'll get in where we fit in like BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK Still rockin what's poppin, you still lookin shooken We a long way from the day when you overlook Brooklyn It's like lotto Duke the way we represent it You really gotta be in it to present it, you get it? We God!! Yeah, you see this shit right? You know what I'm sayin, it's So So Def You dig, this is a World Premiere JD, this is a World Premiere You dig? hahaha, yeah And I'm the Brat a tat-tat-tat, you dig |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
Yo, (ok) kids I was sittin on the block the other day man
Some fine ass girl walked by And she was lookin, I'm lookin back She said uh "JD I love those 20's on your car" I said I beg your motherf**kin pardon Them is Michael Jordan's baby She gotta understand the type of nigga you dealin with A young, fly, flashy So So Def representer The biggest thing in the city since Martin Luther the King Uh, holla at 'em Brooklyn is what I'm reppin Disrespect and bullets fly in your direction Ridin shotgun with JD I got so so connections Locos and the chrome blows, homie not to mention I got four homes that I own, I'm certified pimpin Cross my path, shots blast instant Extort your ass the kid got henchmens The whole Brooklyn for instance Red dot, ruthless, head shots stop you from thinkin A best seller's what I'm inkin Another Brooklyn classic, straight acid, keep listenin Twin Desert Eagles, duck when I'm twistin 'em Rims spin on sick vehicles, look we killin 'em Manson and gas my adrenaline, racin fast Switchin four lanes with weight up in the stash I'm livin so so better now, the so so dash is what I'm sittin on, blowin up so so fast Yeah, uh huh Yo, You really don't wanna get hit Hot lid when I empty the clip Drop kid if you droppin your lip Never know enough about but I talk shit You must wanna eat up my clit Everything we ever did on is sick We don't have a party, we rich We cut it up with anybody we with And I'm the main one, havin to fit Can't nobody do it like this I got a gat by the side like my man Big Stand out on that song he did with me You feelin the presence of So So Def Rest assure we gettin the money crush your label there's no more left Just fables fictional characters I Stay away from those who embellish the truth and LIE I'm kickin the same shit you been used to since "Funkdafied" Let your mind escape, you layed away back and enjoy the RIDE Yeah, I'm rollin on deuce trays Shoot all my Tequila straight Catch me at the bar of the bay I might even buy you a little drank We been choppin paper for years Ain't scared of you niggaz out here Some of ya'll might think we disappear But everytime the resurgence is clear Yo, yo Brooklyn has to be two of the illest Felons to be diluted I do whatever, to foot it Like I wanna do it, like I do it When I done it PUSSY (PUSSY), roll like caine Just rhymin with Benz or present with the Coupe-a Drive my lifestyle down I'm between lines and my new slip 2003, M.O.P. nigga you see My fundamentals of a street life nigga Cuffin her hair, have it over left nothin to fear, BIATCH! Warriorz! (WARRIORZ), Come out and play! (COME OUT AND PLAY) From the dark side, where we reside, we die for (BK) We a whole different breed of men you need to squeeze us in We'll get in where we fit in like BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK Still rockin what's poppin, you still lookin shooken We a long way from the day when you overlook Brooklyn It's like lotto Duke the way we represent it You really gotta be in it to present it, you get it? We God!! Yeah, you see this shit right? You know what I'm sayin, it's So So Def You dig, this is a World Premiere JD, this is a World Premiere You dig? hahaha, yeah And I'm the Brat a tat-tat-tat, you dig |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Instructions (2001)
(Ludacris)
Yeah Welcome to Atlanta, jackin hammers and vogues Back to the mackin and jackin the clothes, adolescent packin a fo' A knock on the do', who is it? I would happen to know The one with the flow - who did it?, it was me I suppose J-D in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme Skatin down Old Nat, gat tucked and lean I split ya splean, as a matter of fact I split ya team No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams I'm allergic to doc' prescribed antihistamines Oink oink, pig pig, do away with the pork Only silverware I needs a steak knife and a fork Did you forget your fuckin manners, I'm +Bruce+ with +Banners+ Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon The wooly mammoth sabretooth, bitch bite your tongue I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus So I stripped them off the wall Waitin for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin 'em up In fact I'm slappin 'em up, Cadallac'n the truck I can't loose with twenty-two, bitch that's what's up Runnin in the back to fuck, better tha-than the aquaduct Chil-li-li-li-li-n.. fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what? (Jermaine Dupri) Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo (Chorus: J.D. followed by Ludacris) Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin (Jermaine Dupri) Yo, uhh Now the party don't start 'til I walk in And I usually don't leave until the thang ends But in the meantime, in between time You work yo' thing, I'll work mine I been puttin it down here since eighty-three Since the Lake Show/MD rivalry When +Frozen Paradise+ was the place to be If you was ridin, you was bumpin to homie Shy-D I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor Monday night, +Gentlemen's Club+ Tuesday night, I'm up in the +Velvet Room+, gettin fucked up Wednesday, I'm at +Strokers+ on lean Thursday, +Jump Clean+, then I fall up in +Kream+ Friday, +Shark Bar+, +Kaya+ with Frank Ski Right on the flo' is where you can find me Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy You can find me up in +One-Tweezy+ Sunday, is when I get my sleep in Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla! (Jermaine Dupri) Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo (Chorus) - repeat 2X |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Instructions (2001)
[Pimpin' Ken]
Yeah, yeah, yeah It's the motherfuckin' infamous Pimpin' Ken Yeah, all you motherfuckin' hoes out there misguided, undecided Y'all need to come on and fuck with a pimp right Yeah, if y'all keep them suckers off ya motherfuckin' mind Bitch I can keep em' off ya motherfuckin' behind Check this out bitch, ya understand Y'all need to quit playin' the motherfuckin' joker And come on and pay a motherfuckin' pimp broker Yeah ya know what I'm talkin' about Yeah, let it be Pimpin' Ken for the reason Ya understand I'll make it for the season Know what I'm talkin' about, yeah bitch please believe We can put it on the dotted line, Atlanta tied Ya know what I'm talkin' about bitch (Yeah) Yeah bitch ya understand, tell that nigga ya understand You ain't missin' bitch, you ain't on no milk carton You with pimpin' bitch, Pimpin' Ken that is Ho ya know what I'm talkin' about (Yeah) Damn my nigga take off, J.D. we doin' this shit Ya understand, better known as the motherfuckin' royal highness Ya understand, ya won't find us, ya understand And I'm feelin' hype too (Come on) [Jermaine Dupri] It's that lil' College Park nigga, in fact they call me Long Dough Niggas hate me cause I'm wearin' platinum every song go Hoes love me cause I, cause I keep it comin' strong and yo I'm a pimp with mine every time I don't give a fuck who she is Bitch you can go Get another cause they love us niggas in the fast life Niggas that can put it down and came up with they cash right Keep em' keep em' in the mall fresh, ball every night That's my life I come through any time I want to and hit that ass right Up like a flashlight, walkin' cause of all of my bling (Bling) One of the baddest motherfuckers that the game has seen Think about it From the first time that ya heard me Way back in the 90s early Me and my pimpin' out here doin' our thing in SWAT [Chorus x2: Manuel Seal] I got the money, hoes, and power We be in to see that ya cuttin' I'm all about cha' But if ya not up in the mix girl I ain't trippin' Cause all day all night, we steady pimpin' pimpin' [Pimp C] Still smokin' out, pourin' up, keep these bitches hoin' up They break Pimp C long bread cause everything I touch be blowin' up Candy cars, I'm a star Choppin' blades, sippin' on bars Young pimp I'm from the South Run off put that piece in ya mouth We Jone, fuck a clone Keep a lil' bitch on my phone All my cars blaze chrome Bitch can't leave my dick alone, alone, alone You ain't from no Memphis bitch Cause I was playin' Project Pat hittin' the switch Puttin' the dick up in ya dame Every time make her say my name 91 I been grippin' grain Bitch nigga wanna steal my fame, fame, fame I be at home smokin' dro, dro And see a nigga doin' a dance on the video But I'm young pimp, steak and shrimp Flyin' high like a blimp Write my name in the sky on track Tell the bitch to bring my money back, back, back, back bitch [Jermaine Dupri] He talkin' directly to you [Chorus x2] [Bun B] Well if it ain't cash then I don't want it I'm a million dollar striver, I get liver Then the pimps that push clock punchers nine to fivers A high diver, with mo' tricks up my sleeve than ya boy MacGuyver A cadaver, that'll get cha' voted off my island like 'Survivor' Is you blind, my pimpin' only gets better with age like a fine wine And it's time to put up yo blinds I might raise a pimp to shine Decide to yo mind, desing Two steps ahead of yo slow roll You best to get a grip on ya world, world Or we'll put that Miracle Whip on ya girl Pimp her, let a trick sip on that pearl Let her pay that is Ol' sucker for love, titty baby, mama's boy That's just the way that is And that's the way that it's gonna be, gonna be So ya might as well take ya lil' Heartbreak Hotel reside Stuck in the mud, still ridin' ass off to mo' me Cause uh... [Chorus x2] [Jermaine Dupri to fade] Bounce, come on bounce, come on bounce Come on...bounce Come on bounce, come on bounce, come on bounce Come on, yeah come on bounce |
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me ya wanna brawl wit me i'll show ya' jd. show ya jermaine dupri wit ludacris at my side welcome to atlanta is yo' sh*t right betta keep it right bringin' tha noise rockin' tha party i say c'mon,c'mon gonna raise tha roof i'm livin' proof we gettin' loose like a hangman's noose i break free still wanna brawl wit me well h*ll get outta here. |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Instructions (2001)
(Jermaine Dupri) (Freeway)
What? Y'all got hate in your blood (This is fucked up) Y'all got hate in your blood (This is fucked up man) Y'all got hate in your blood (Jermaine Dupri) Listen I know y'all niggas want me I hear y'all niggas plottin' I see y'all niggas lookin' But I ain't stoppin', I'm gone, in something fast Through the city with no top That reach 220 on the dash, I'm so hot In everybody's hood with other niggas' hoes I'm throwin' paper at them bitches Screamin' So So Now every spot I hit I'm hearing different shit About homies that want me that weren't with me when I started this It's fucked up but I But I can't let these niggas blurry my vision On where I'm going and how I'm living, ya know? I got a daughter now, young age three If her daddy don't shine, then my shorty won't eat Feel me? Do I floss? YES! Sometimes I hit the block so damn hard I start hatin' my self It's bad, I feel your pain dawg But the only thing I'm about to change is the game motherfucker! 1 - (Freeway) (JD) If you're sick of seeing niggas pop Cris And talkin' bout stacking chips You know what?! (You got hate in your blood) Sick of seeing Bentley's And hearing niggas talk about sittin' on dubs (You got hate in your blood) If you're sick of seeing artists <it's the end> And hearing artists <it's the end> You know what! (You got hate in your blood) Listen I know you niggas want me I hear you niggas plottin' I see you niggas lookin' But I ain't stoppin, it's on (Jadakiss) Papi had raw, then I bought him out You know me, fuck niggas Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out Rapid fire got my hands shakin' And everybody hate dyin' But most niggas die hatin' While y'all run to the bank I run to the brink A real thug keep the Tommy gun under the mink I got a glass kitchen You can see what's under my sink And I do shit just to do it Too much money to think So you can hate all you want I'mma still be 'Kiss Dirty, a lot of paper, filthy rich JD's the architect, he built these hits Ruff Ryder's, So So Def, feel this shit And you can tell any one of your boys You might find 'em in a hood near you and any one of his toys Cause I know you got hate in your blood Still dump eight in your mug So cock sucker take it and love, uh Repeat 1 (Jermaine Dupri) Somebody tell me why man Somebody tell me why Do niggas just hate, hate, hate the way they do man Let me explain something to y'all about me man Why y'all think I was the first rap nigga on Mtv Cribs? Cause I'm a young, fly, flashy motherfucker Y'all think I'mma stop, FUCK NAW I'mma keep ridin' down the block with my hat bent In the black bent, with them dubs on that shit We gon' still be in the club poppin' Cristal Pourin' Belvidere on bitches We don't GIVE A FUCK MAN A matter of fact I wish I could smack the shit Out of one y'all niggas right now with some money But you know what I'm saying Cause y'all niggas just hate, hate, hate Well y'all gonna have to just keep hatin' motherfuckers Repeat 1 (2x) Bitch! |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Instructions (2001)
[Nate Dogg]
Chiti-chiti-bang-bang Down with JD (That's me) Rollin wit'cha nigga Nate D You know these niggas straight bang, Big game D - ballin with the 21st street Chiti-chiti-bang-bang Down with JD (That's me) Still makin tight-ass beats I'm rollin in my brome, I stay sweet Ain't nobody ballin like me [Jermaine Dupri] It goes, mirror mirror on the wall Who's the biggest baller of all I got a 700, a Bentley, and a Magine The girls just DIE when I'm ridin past Live life like I'm sellin pies Ah-rabian, with two or three wives Two or three houses to hide Ten cars that's parked outside And they all got bodies that's wide, follow me As the Leer jet flies, over Crimson Tides Four bedroom duplex in the sky Nicknamed Lottery, cuz I don't stop spendin When the wheels stop, the chrome keep spinnin Like the six moon-walkin, shit I ain't talkin I'm straight livin it, it's a wonder I ain't shiverin I'm so frozen and you've been chosen, to roll with me and Nate D-O double G, sing [Nate Dogg] It's five o'clock in the mo'nin I've already downed five, I've already downed five Mo's See ya around my block on the weekend All we do is chase bad, all we do is chase bad hoes Ask me, what we did was crime If not then I just say no, then I just say no Three girls a date, that's my limit We ballin outta control, we ballin outta control-ol [Jermaine Dupri] Now whether you like me or not, whenever I drop, You know I give you number one hits platinum hot It's so much clarity in my rocks, I'm thinkin like, It's gotta be somebody greater, maybe it's not Cuz I flow for those, that get that dough Hits for every chick with a size C tits See it's like this, I don't mind wavin at you kids but I can't manage to raise my wrist Jewels so heavy, y'all fools ain't ready My twenty-two shot the streets into confetti Move like Andretti, redlinin Whatever city I'm in, headlinin At five a.m. I'm still lookin for mo' Still gettin crunk, still lettin it flow Bar outta Cris' now I'm drinkin Mo' Stomach upset, I feel like I'm about to let it go [Nate Dogg] It's five o'clock in the mo'nin Got my pedal to the flo', got my pedal to the flo' It's time I test my 600 Wonder how fast this bitch go, wonder how fast this bitch go Three girls and two of 'em sleepin One got her hands on my bow, one got her hands on my bow Sun's comin up, we still drinkin We ballin outta control, really ballin outta control-ol [Jermaine Dupri] Dance, everybody And everbody just clap ya hands Lemme see y'all dance, everybody Everybody just clap ya hands Lemme see y'all dance, everybody And everybody just clap ya hands Lemme see y'all dance, everybody Everybody just clap ya hands [Nate Dogg] Chiti-chiti-bang-bang Down with JD Rollin wit'cha nigga Nate D You know these niggas straight bang, Big game D - ballin with the 21st street Chiti-chiti-bang-bang Down with JD Still makin tight-ass beats I'm rollin in my brome, I stay sweet Ain't nobody ballin like me... |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Instructions (2001)
(Jermaine Dupri)
(uh uh uh) Bounce (uh uh uh) Bounce (uh uh) Bounce (uh uh) Ryde with me now yeah (haha) Supafly muthafucka Yeah (uh uh) (Jermaine Dupri) You know how fly I always look I keep banging and I keep them off the hook You know about my peeps and all the lady's I be with The Blue and Blue Mercedes with the rims and kit You know about my house and carroners in the fridge And the ATL shorty this how a nigga live Besides Cheapy, they call me Mr. Long You can catch me in the streets in a all pink suit Leaning to the side, swinging my hair Trunk full ants, ain't no room for a spair I got them big beast pumping with the ace and bag And the white shelltoes with them mean: they match You know me before the CD: it ain't nothing but flossin' If you allergic I suggest you turn this muthafucka off 'Cause i'm off the glissy, all i'm think about, talk about Is Big Missy, new pissy, two damn tricky I am (Bilal) Call this pimping a game If an old trick knows my name Maaaan (JD) Supafly (Bilal) The Boss so cold (JD) haha I am (Bilal) Call this pimping a game If an old trick knows my name Maaaan (JD) Supafly muthafucka (Bilal) The Boss so cold (Jermaine Dupri) Ho, So, glow all that's rubbing on them 20's is the only way to roll You know, about the G wag, how the pants at How lady's all over the country want this nigga so bad You know what I say be the truth not the agg Stretch cream belly with the partner back You know it's just me and my niggaz and some lady's getting full Crunk as hell drinking Belvedere and Red Bull You know about the bouncin' and the booty shaking collar Poppin' money, making city that I come from You know about the playing hating baby, mama drama, 'cause uhh Us players we all got some And it's I supafly seven days a week The one that everybody want to, when they warm that heat 'Cause i'm off the glissy, all i'm think about, talk about Is Big Missy, new pissy, two damn tricky I am (Bilal) Call this pimping a game If an old trick knows my name Maaaan (JD) Supafly (Bilal) The Boss so cold (JD) haha I am (Bilal) Call this pimping a game If an old trick knows my name Maaaan (JD) Supafly muthafucka (Bilal) The Boss so cold {Chorus with variations until fade} |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Instructions (2001)
feat. Katrina, Nate Dogg, R.O.C., Skeeter Rock, Tigah
(Skeeter Rock talking) Hey this is Skeeter Rock comin' to you live at the hip-hop barbershop I wanna give a shout out to College Park, Eastpointe, Swats, and Decatur A fellas ain't y'all sick of these hoes paging and stressing you out Right now we looking for all the ladies that got out back Whatever I'm bout, she bout that, whatever I'm on, she on that (Chorus - Katrina) Whatever you bout, I'm bout that Whatever you on, I'm on that Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at (I just wanna have some fun) Whatever you bout, I'm bout that Whatever you on, I'm on that Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at (Verse 1 - Jermaine Dupri) Uh, all around the world girls know about me Ridin' up and down old N-A-T Plates on the back say Don Chi Chi Hat bent, black Bent, lookin so fresh, so clean, I'm ridin' Same J.D., same game again Out here hittin' hoes like Cham-ber-lin And I love it when they let me come through Even bring my crew, then I'm in the wind, no stress No, where you going, no, where you been No where you at, no, who you wit (Uh) (JD and Tigah) Care free very freaky hoe, that's what I prefer (Say what) That let me come through anytime, and do what I wanna do to her (Tigah) And come on and work it on me, like it's all about you Play at your own risk, girl hugs and kiss (Kissing sound) Baby shake it up like dice Nasty and naughty, exotic and nice Home alone, girl hit me on that Nextel J. on the other end, she waiting to exhale Cop a baby L blat, do as, I'm bangin' in that back She got pictures of me, bangin' in that back So we gon', laze up, in my tunes And lock up for days in a hotel room Pull the pink thong to the West (West) Prepare to insert billy bong in ya chest And get full of smoke just like Chris-tian List-en, cause I forgot to men-tion Ain't no shit bumpin' like this one Girlfriend lets relieve some ten-sion, girl I hear you saying (Chorus - Katrina) Whatever you bout, I'm bout that Whatever you on, I'm on that Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at (I just wanna have some fun) Whatever you bout, I'm bout that Whatever you on, I'm on that Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at (R.O.C. talking w/ last 2 lines of chorus) Yeah we on that, let's do it, uh (Verse 2 - R.O.C.) Lord knows, flows, I kick expose Hoes, get 'em right out of they clothes Never knew she was so disgustin' Fuckin, suckin' discussing over lunch and With her girlfriend, how I bangs it in For seven, four, O, I, L, N Head so compellin', I'm tellin' Every nigga that I know then I'm bailin' Soon as I screw one, then I'm choosin' A new one, so it's never no confusion My solution, is distribution One I require, this kids retire Retails, mines, females, mines Heartbreaks, yours, broads gettin' divorced But of course, now if you bout what I'm bout Then bring me dough and cook my dope in ya house (Nate Dogg) I smell somethin' fishy baby, that ain't ya breath I pass on the pussy you can suck it and step Swallow all the juice until it ain't nothin' left She ain't that fine, but she does it the best Westside riders, do what they want Dogg Pound Gang ain't afraid, to dump We never hesitate to give 'em just what they want When I'm in the ATL, baby don't front She knows I got a girl, whatever She knows I fucked her girl, whatever She knows it's a one-night stand, whatever (Whatever) She knows I can't be her man, whatever Westside riders, they be mobbin' wit J.D. Oooooh, homeboy T-I-G Southside riders, Nate Dogg and R.O.C. Oooooh, we'er the best you'll ever see |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Instructions (2001)
[Intro]
I'm gettin' in the groove now, so I'm like, givin it my own shit now Alright, Could the drummer have some, y'all? Could the drummer have some more? Said the drummer ain't had none, in a long time Come on, drummer! [Beat Drops] [Jermaine Dupri (Pharrell Williams)] Uh huh, oh Damn baby, shit How you get all that in them jeans? Nevermind that, you hear this? Its that Star Trak Clipse, (get down!) So So Def [Verse 1 - Terrar of Clipse, (Pharrell Williams)] Question, ask any nigga Rap or a hustler, who rocks is bigger? (The rapper!) Naw, dog, go figure, with the V12, I make that straight killa I flood the block, I hug the glock I have a whole neighborhood that seen a thug to stop (Stop!) Cause I show 'em what Waco see, then hit the district then visit to Jac-o-b I like my diamonds colored, watch it smothered (me too) Show off at the place of jewels, let the white man love it (hahaha) I'm too much, got bitches out for me Bring 'em home, give 'em they choice of balcony She said 'We can have more fun', I said 'How can we?' Then she brought her girl in and ate her out for me, wow (Wow!) All night sexin', just think, this all came from one question [Chorus - Jermaine Dupri] You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby Wanna talk about cars? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about houses? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about jeweles? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about money? Then talk without it Wanna talk about chicks? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about hits? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about cris? Lets talk about it But when you talk about cash, talk without it [Verse 2 - Jermaine Dupri (First two lines overlap the last two lines of the chorus)] Uh huh, oh Yo, yo Now as the game rotates, and my chrome gets bigger, More and more girls wanna fuck this nigga Its hard for a chick not to stick around When I come through town, layin my dick down They can tell a true playa by the clothes that I wear Game that I spit, and the length of my hair The more I come, the more I cum, get it? What you see now, I been done did it Every girl around, I been done hit it Cars been kited, since I was sixteen And yes, I'm still spendin' that Kris Kross creme Big boy moves, big boy shine, big boy watch tell big boy time (look out) Everybody know I got the recipe, so you know ya'll niggas can't can't with me Matter of fact, I don't even gotta say no more, OH [Chorus - Jermaine Dupri] [Hook - Pharrell Williams (Jermaine Dupri)] Na na, (Oh) na na na na na na (Come on girl) Na na na na na na (Oh) Na na na na na na na (Come on girl) Na na na na na na (oh) Na na na na na na (Come on girl) Na na na na na na (oh, I want you to move your waist for the whistle) Na na na na na na (Come on girl) [Verse 3 - Malice of Clipse] It ain't too many things that exceed my reach Speedboat, glass floor, let you see underneath But nevermind that though, I'm just showing off As I do in the Porshe show with the top lost I ain't change the game hash, you know the name as, Malice in my wrist, like shattered stain glass I generate them Franklin's and Grant's Each ear look like a halogen lamp I'm high beamin, at the same time leanin', In the butter soft seat that keep a street thug scheming' 'for we compare paper, get your weight up I need more points than that, don't you play with me, Jacob You see me on my back, you see me live I'm every color of the spectrum, like ROY G. BIV Look dog, get a load of how daddy ball Wanna talk about cash? Well I done said it all [Chorus - Jermaine Dupri] [Hook - Pharrell Williams (Jermaine Dupri) (w/ minor variation)] [Chorus - Jermaine Dupri] |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Instructions (2001)
[J.D. talking]
J.E. y'all, uh, J.D. y'all, that's me Swizz Beats, come on [Chorus - Jagged Edge (J.D. talking with chorus)] What is yours and mine Yeah, uh huh Break this up, none of that stuff This right here What is yours and mine Is a story about a nigga Work too hard, way too much wit a lot of paper What is yours and mine Ha, ha, and his girl Whatever you won't, can't stop us See, when you gotta lot man What is yours and mine It ain't shit if you can't share it Me and you, what is yours and mine You understand what I'm saying [Verse 1 - Jermaine Dupri] Listen, uh, I remember when we first hooked up you was only 17 Cut off shirts and jeans, was ya only way seen What I had didn't matter, it was all about us All day on the phone and the stuff we discussed I used to come over when ya mom's was gon' (Oow) We ain't know what we were doin' but we got our freak on And one thing lead to another, I introduced you to my mother Like, Ma, this my girl, that's when it started gettin' real Feelings stared gettin' caught, gifts stared gettin' bought And everybody knew the deal We used to hang out, kiss, argue, and all that Hang up the phone and call right back I got to know you like the back of my hand And, you got to show me hoe a girl love a man And, we took a small thing to a new land And when I say I love you, I wanted you to understand [Chorus - Jagged Edge and (Jermaine Dupri)] What is yours and mine (Uh huh, yo) Break this up, none of that stuff (Listen to me baby) What is yours and mine (Uh huh) Work too hard, way too much (See, we worked too hard) What is yours and mine (Yo, listen to me baby) Whatever you won't, can't stop us (Yeah) What is yours and mine (Yeah) Me and you, what is yours and mine (Me and you) [Verse 2 - Jermaine Dupri] The older we got, everybody said y'all gon' change But when 2-1 came, we was still in the game 92's new version of, Bonnie and Clyde No matter what it was, we was side by side You know the type you see gettin' in the photo booth Matchin' shirts, flea market, photo shoots Everything I saw cute, shit, you had to have it What's a fly life if a nigga can't share it Every new dollar made, I put it on you Hit the Porsche dealership shit, nigga bought two And when I went away, I got ya named tattooed A yo, I try to put the big bling on ya hand Cause uh, you show me how a girl love a man And, we took a small thing to a new land And when I say I love you, I wanted you to understand, it's real [Chorus - Jagged Edge and (Jermaine Dupri)] What is yours and mine (Yeah, uh huh) Break this up, none of that stuff (Uh. listen to me baby) What is yours and mine (Uh) Work too hard, way too much (We worked too hard) What is yours and mine (Listen to me baby) Whatever you won't, can't stop us What is yours and mine Me and you, what is yours and mine [J.D. talking with last two lines of chorus] Yo all my niggas that understand what I'm saying Look ya girl in the eyes and say [Verse 3 - Jagged Edge] Girl you so off the chain (Off the chain) You took a playa straight out the game (Straight out the game) Now I know what a good thing feel like (Feels good [x4]) I know, I gotta have it in my life Gotta playa messed up inside (Up inside) Made a nigga just wanna do right (Do right) Me and you is like Dre and Snoop Dogg (Dre and Snoop) Long as we together we can have it all [J.D. talking] Ha, know what I'm talkin' bout When you love her man, sing to her man It ain't shit, man you know what I'm sayin', ball on Bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce Now ride out |
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