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from Solange - Solo Star (2003)
Chorus Thinkin' about you Where are you? Cause I need to hear from you now It's a mystery Can't help but think What is happening to you now? Thinkin' about you Where are you? Cause I need to hear from you now Cause it's a mystery constantly Thinkin' if you love me Scooby Dooby Dooby Doo -Solange- Where did my baby go? Boy take that mask off You used to be all up on me Now you just trash talk Split personality Pullin' 360's Don't even call me It's such a mystery My Scooby Dooby Chorus -Solange- Bring back my baby so We can be like old days I cannot take much more of You and your silly ways I'm tryna reach you But I'm not Ms. Cleo I thought I knew you You got my so confused Scooby Dooby Doo -Murphy Lee- You know my 7 digits You know my address Solo Come and visit I'm just keepin' it realistic I'm young so I'mma kick it From Atlantic to the Pacific Forget it, I admit it Now only leave it to me so Now listen Meet me in Oklahoma We take a private Jet To West Bahamas Mami wherever you wanna Just don't trip We can dip Just let me make it legit Permission slip for permission to slip Chorus -Murphy Lee- Come on Solo You know I aint your average young dude You know I can go wherever whenever I want to So if I could stop illusion Mystery and confusion Frequent flyer miles From St.Louis to Houston I would do it See most girls be kinda mad Like Usher I got it bad So introduce me to Dad So we can read the sums Make clothes wit cha moms T |
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from Bad Boys II (나쁜 녀석들 2) by Trevor Rabin [ost] (2003)
We do it for fun We just do it for fun Dirty E.A.T We do it for fun Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee) We do it for fun (This is history baby) Bend them trucks We do it for fun (haha) Stack them bucks We do it for fun (Come on now) And the band played on (yea) Just like (I believe you cool to this) We do it for fun If you see me ma We do it for fun Bad Boys 2, the soundtrack Let's Go Hey girl What your name is? Where you from? Turn around who you came with? Is that your ass or your momma have reindeer? I can't explain it but damn sure glad you came here I'm still a sucker for cornrolls, you know I never changed that (nah uh) Your body is banging mamma, but where your brains at? (Come on) I'm still the same cat when I was young I was running with bad boys But now I'm older hope they saw I'm running with bad boys (that's right) Here come another man Unlike no other man Candy coated whoa! Switching in every lane Ya'll help me Why don't cha Please help me A thug is we then it's only two G I like the cocky bow legged ones Like white and Dominicans Hispanics and Asians Shake it for Nelly son Manolos Ma-no-no's I can't tell Everybody and their hootchies When you do it do it well {*Braves tomahawk chop done in background of Chorus*} [Nelly] Let me see you take it off [P. D.] Girl go and take it off [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor [P. D.] Pop something move something Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor [P. D.] Pop something move something Shake ya tail feather Now real girls get down on the floor (on the floor) Get that money honey act like you know (like you know) Mama I like how you dance The way you fit in them pants (Uh) Enter the floor (Uh) take it low (Uh) girl do it again (Uh) You know I love that (I love that) Now where them girls at? (Where the girls at?) It's Diddy, Murphy Lee, and Nelly how you love that? (Shit uh ohhhhhh) Come on, we got another one player From New York to the Dirty how they loving it player? Baby you impressive let's get To know each other You the best of the best and You got to love it in the dresses, the sexiest I had to tell her she's a young Janet Jackson live in living color Look here momma you're dead wrong for having them pants on Capri's cut low so when you shake it I see you're thong My pocket's full of dough shake your feathers till the morning It's Bad Boy and Nelly man somebody better warn them [Nelly] Let me see you take it off [P. D.] Girl go and take it off [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor [P. D.] Pop something move something Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor [P. D.] Pop something move something Shake ya tail feather Oh no I heard them bad boys coming Can't stop now Got to continue my running (yea) Because we go party till them lights come on And then my song start thumping because my mike still on Yo, I'm the big booty type I like them thick with their mind right (Awe) Banging personality conversate when the time right (Naw) I'm not hard I've got women to handle that They be like he the man when I'm really a Thundercat Come on you know the tics connect like Voltron Collect so much grass popo thinking we mow lawns My gohans don't match that But it matches her head wrap and the seats that I got in the lap I'm just a juvenile (Wha) Because I be about G's Keep your women wizzy man they say they have my babies I'm young like Tucker like the cash and the money (I'm going to eat my money) Man, I'm that damn hungry See I'm starving like Marvin girl I've got sixteen bars of fire is what I'm starting Plus my rats come in packs like Sammy and Dean Martin And I got so many keys you'd think I was valet parking [Nelly] Let me see you take it off [P. D.] Girl go and take it off [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor [P. D.] Pop something move something Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor [P. D.] Pop something move something Shake ya tail feather Oh no I heard them bad boys coming Can't stop now Got to continue my running (yea) Because we go party till them lights come on And then my song start thumping because my mic still on (man) |
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from Murphy Lee - Murphy’S Law (2003)
[Computer]
..Collect call originates From a correctional facility in Missouri And may be recorded or monitored.. [City Spud] Yo nigga, this City Answer the phone next time You prolly gonna call right back but Ight? One.. [Intro: Murphy Lee] (Don't blow it) City spud said whut up And to give you this message.. (Don't blow it - [repeat 2X]) Ali said peace And learn today's lesson.. (Don't blow it - [repeat 2X]) Kyjuan said them New Jordans comin' out.. (Don't blow it - [repeat 2X]) And Nelly said there's Gon be a party down south [Hook: City Spud - repeat 4X] For the nigga mention my name I let him know the deal City nigga, the same nigga You thought was a lame nigga [Verse 1: Murphy Lee] Now Murphy Lee is really ready Fully preparred and well done I told you that I'd give you my all if I sell none Expected to sell plenty Lotta more than Kenny Big as 'Coming To Amerrica' since I came and sent it They saw he got his own money 'That boy got his own money!' So please don't try to take nuttin from me I'm talkin' consequences, all my conses see quence Will literaly take yo face off for the tiniest reason I'm eas-un, eas-un on down down down down down Makin' my rounds, I'm like a new Santa in town Clown, calm down I got issues like magazines I'll leave you washed up, cut and cooked like Mama greens You only cook erry once in a while like lima beans Me, I'm therre all the time behind the scenes Livin' my little dream (Uh-oh!) Smokin' on Cali green (Uh-oh!) Me, Mike Veen, federal in tinted limousines derrty.. [Hook] [Verse 2: Murphy Lee] Come on derrty be for real I can let you know the deal like a salesman I could get you out of these bars like a jail bail man But nah, I'm a rapper I'ma put you in bars Judge Murphy recommend then niggas put em in charge You practice lookin' hard and you missin' preseason So when it's gametime you on the side chearrleadin' I'll have you breathing in and out like Ali Hatas like Marley, he hot like tamales I'm the same derrty That came wit them boys in the Range derrty And it's strange how we 16 mil in they change derrty Exchange the Range for the six fo' that sit low Hatas sick though, mad cuz they didn't like us from the get-go I tip-toe through beats, complete style unique 16's in the hallway, probably take you a week I critique my lifestyle, I change my game cuz of fame It's a shame to see results in you mentioning in my name [Hook] [Verse 3: Murphy Lee] Many many many many Many mention Murphy Lee name like I'm a reference I'ma make yo ass S.A.T. is you try to test me I hang where the best be, never been on jet skis Been to D.C. and LA like Tyrone Nesby Though, most definitely I'm worldwide like Pepsi And I take carre of my whole household like Jeffrey So why you hatas wish to mention my name, mayn? Can't understand I'm just doin' my thang Yo I change for nay-nada nudda muddasucker I'll sell music instead of drugs, fans instead of cluckers Ya dig? I'm original like a black man wit a gig And not eatin' pig is why I had to split ya wig But they might, and he might You know they watchin' the person who watchin' the person Jockin' my Johnny Cochran you cornball All of em stick like a corn dog 48 bars I'm on y'all, I warned y'all... [Hook] |
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from Murphy Lee - Murphy’S Law (2003)
[Intro: Nelly] Can I get a hey hey? I get a ho ho Can I get a hey hey? I get a ho ho [Verse 1: Murphy Lee] [Verse One].. What's it gon be today? (Let's see) The yellow Benz or the red Navi' Iny, miny, ony, mo That's the way I pick when I'm ready to roll Murph Dert got the limos wit his vehicles (Yeah that's the way it go when you got money to blow) Ho! well then, say no mo' Just think, I was on my way to the sto' I got scratched but I don't got nails Got my own truck but I wanna drive trails Plus I won a house in ATL and that depends on my sales And I'm tryin' to get a mil before my album hit the shelves And I aint talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh) 'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey I'm not a restroom so aint no need to stall I don't run or walk now so I can give it to em all [Hook: Nelly] Say hold up, wait a minute Lemme put some pimpin' in it Now, big booty I'm recommendin' And I aint been in this spot for a minute Say hold up, wait a minute She wanna get derrty wit it Now, baby girl wanna handle her business So I guess we'll be back when we finish I don't wanna leave by myself (Boy, you aint gotta leave by yoself) Ooh.. Shiit, Taxi! [Verse 2: Murphy Lee] [Verse Two] I call her back from an earlier week 4 in the mornin' they be like (Mm-mm nah I aint asleep) Career whore, stay on top of convenient stores Get pictures of me in they Victoria Secret drawers Keep summin hot on tour, couldn't keep anything hotter Make sure they know before what is really in store I adore the ones that call me Tohri, true story I created hoodrats, so these new models bore me See I load up the 7 wit 7's, for 8's I can't wait 9's be one time and Dimes we won't date So now I got 11's and 12's Wit at least 13 or 14 reasons why they fine as hell I hit em up like Blu Cantrall He-he-he-he-he-he-he-hell I remember when you smashed the bail I'm just a, derrty who can and you hatas stand out I'm like the pie in the window, I'm just too damn hot [Hook: Nelly] Say hold up, wait a minute Lemme put some pimpin' in it Now, big booty I'm recommendin' And I aint been in this spot for a minute Say hold up, wait a minute She wanna get derrty wit it Now, baby girl wanna handle her business So I guess we'll be back when we finish I don't wanna leave by myself (Boy, you aint gotta leave by yoself) Ooh..Shiit, Taxi! [Verse 3: Murphy Lee] [Three] (Can I get a hey hey? Can I get a ho ho?) Not you the one behind ya girl I done spit 2 verses tryin' to find ya girl And if you need a sex deal, lemme sign ya girl Just give me your information And I'll keep you in heavy rotation I wanna touch you wherre the sun don't shine I got a watch but I don't got time So if you wit it, then you wit that's good Cuz if you not then I could simply take you back to the hood ...Cuz I love my hoes Pimpin' aint easy but it's under control I got a lot of shit in me but I'm a commode Cell phone, arrea code overload I called Mannie in Louisian-ny Said the MO's is off the hook and make em move they fanny [Hook: Nelly] Say hold up, wait a minute Lemme put some pimpin' in it Now, big booty I'm recommendin' And I aint been in this spot for a minute Say hold up, wait a minute She wanna get derrty wit it Now, baby girl wanna handle her business So I guess we'll be back when we finish Say hold up, wait a minute Lemme put some pimpin' in it Now, big booty I'm recommendin' And I aint been in this spot for a minute Say hold up, wait a minute She wanna get derrty wit it Now, baby girl wanna handle her business So I guess we'll be back when we finish I don't wanna leave by myself (Boy, you aint gotta leave by yoself) Ooh..Shiit, Taxi! |
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from Murphy Lee - Murphy’S Law (2003)
[Hook - Murphy Lee] Hey Maa, what ya need, what ya like? You can get it from Granpa Gametight She looks at me and she says.. "I wanna go outside in the rain" So I took her...So I took her I packed all her bags yes I took her I took me a drag then I took her [Verse 1 - Murphy Lee] To be pacific she in summin fitted when I visit "Murphy why you gotta go?" Oh, just so you can miss it She like me for my huggin' and kissin' and how I listen And how I, talk wit precision, how I make my decisions She like my, Pimp Juice potion, my motion in the ocean And how I, keep you hot but the johnson be frozen How I treat you in the mornin', mami you know how I be Gotta job, not a hobby, so I'll walk you to the lobby "Can I at least see you later?" Now you know I gotta party People askin' who ordered, they just victims of me and 'Cardi They ain't the same when they get out the hood Man I offer a fish sandwich and show em the goods I kick fine lines, sometimes got cool things to say like Fuck tomorrow what you doin' today? "Ah, you a baby" Hey hey, compliments? okay Anyway I'm Murphy Lee, you wanna plaay? [Hook - Murphy Lee] [Verse 2 - Murphy Lee] I'm like a new deck of cards, dert hard to deal wit Can't live without me and I'm hard to live wit My toilet don't take no shit Plus most women need Murphy Lee like a makeup kit I'm too nice, my future read two wives I'm too right wit two dykes in the mirror of a new bike I'm so the da the da the da That the women don't mind comin out they drawers and bras For the young brotha, the Young Dude, we young dudies Yours truly, baby you and Murphy Lee the Skoolie Homeboy! still cool, movies in the jacuzzi Eatin french fries, wit belly warmers and wives See I try to do right but the women keep callin' They like bill collectors, they won't stop callin'.. [Phone Ringing] [Murphy Lee & (Girl)] St. Louis (Hello? I just wanna go outside..) [Hook - Murphy Lee] [Verse 3 - Murphy Lee] Sometimes I feel like I'm from Georgia 'Cause I got G-A-M-E I'm a pimp that's fo' sho then I Boom like Benny I only seen a few but I've been through plenty And that plenty don't believe that I'm 20 I got this lady 31, she be like "damn he young" Like Pamela, I deal wit her AND HER SON I'd be hittin her AND HER BLUNT And when it cost too much, I'd buy her friends AND HER LUNCH See I'm summin like a playa man, summin you know nuttin about Lost the words man, nuttin it ya mouth My women like to say "Down South" Yes Yes, I guess the Midwest would the middle of my chest Love the attention that the ladies provide I'm a Sagittarius that need a nice variety I'm Bad Boy like Mike Lawrey, call the fireman All my workin' ladies be in on Saturday [Hook - Murphy Lee] |
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from Murphy Lee - Murphy’S Law (2003)
[Murphy Lee] This is Murphy Lizzle On a Jazze production shizzle My nizzle, AHAAYY! [Hook - Murphy Lee, (Jazze Pha & Sleepy Brown)] (I'ma make ya luv me baby) I'ma make ya luv me baby, hug me baby Place no one above me baby (Make you wanna kiss and hug me baby) Kissin' and huggin', huggin' and kissin' (Give me a chance, girl I'm the man) Give me a chance I'm the one that ya missin' come on.. (I'ma make ya luv me baby) I'ma make ya luv me baby, hug me baby Place no one above me baby (Make you wanna kiss and hug me baby) Huggin' and kissin', kissin' and huggin' (Give me a chance, girl I'm the man) Give me a chance I'm the one ya lovin' come on.. [Verse 1 - Murphy Lee] I'm sorta like my brotha but very different from others Like a special police man, I'm always under cover I'll love you if you love me, I kiss only if un-kissable Keep em if they keep able, diss em if they dismissible (Luv me baby) Skool Boy, fence a tool, make it outside the visit room Teachin you, makin you listen to me like a principal Sendin' you, flowers and candy to your family And I think it's cute how you used to live wit yo granny, maan (Luv me baby) Work in the mornings, school in the evening, weekday to weekend Teachin reasons I'm the one you believe in Demolish ya def, acknowledge yourself Now you rock a small belt from my nutriential belt (Luv me baby) I'm the god mami, teach you what you need to be taught And these feelings that I brought, ma they all in ya thoughts You can't love nobody 'til you love you So when you do love somebody you'll know what to do come on.. [Hook - Murphy Lee, (Jazze Pha & Sleepy Brown)] (I'ma make ya luv me baby) I'ma make ya luv me baby, hug me baby Place no one above me baby (Make you wanna kiss and hug me baby) Kissin' and huggin', huggin' and kissin' (Give me a chance, girl I'm the man) Give me a chance I'm the cat that ya missin' come on.. (I'ma make ya luv me baby) I'ma make ya luv me baby, hug me baby Place no one above me baby (Make you wanna kiss and hug me baby) Huggin' and kissin', kissin' and huggin' (Give me a chance, girl I'm the man) Give me a chance I'm the cat ya lovin' come on.. [Verse 2 - Murphy Lee] See I'm the man like groom and husband Grandfather or daddy, brother, uncle man nephew or cousin I'm the 1 like Tracy McGrady, play wit me or play me Make me a man or make me your baby (Luv me baby) Spoil me mama, back rub oil me mama When I'm left over aluminum, foil me mama I'ma be therre when you wake up hungry You can call me your homie I'ma be therre when you straight up lonely (Luv me baby) And I ain't tryin' to get mushy ya dig? And all pushy ya dig? I just like the fact ya tushy is big Can I touch it, touch it? maybe caress it and rub it? Take advantage of it, show me your private booty in public (Luv me baby) You actin fresh this way like "But guess" But really you princess cut, invisible set The credible sex, way way ahead of the rest Best personality, face, booty and chest [Hook - Murphy Lee, (Jazze Pha & Sleepy Brown)] (I'ma make ya luv me baby) And I can make ya luv me baby, hug me baby Place no one above me baby (Make you wanna kiss and hug me baby) Kissin' and huggin', huggin' and kissin' (Give me a chance, girl I'm the man) Give me a chance I'm the cat that ya missin' come on.. (I'ma make ya luv me baby) I'ma make ya luv me girl, hug me girl Place no one above me girl (Make you wanna kiss and hug me baby) Huggin' and kissin', kissin' and huggin' (Give me a chance, girl I'm the man) Give me a chance I'm the cat ya lovin' come on.. [Bridge - Jazze Pha & Sleepy Brown] L-O-V-E Me Ooh the da the da daaa From Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday And sometimes Sunday L-O-V-E Me Ooh the da the da daaa From Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday And sometimes Sunday Hey-ey [Verse 3 - Murphy Lee] I need an erryday girl, an all day provider Don't matter if I'm behind her, as long as I'm inside her She be wit it and I don't wanna be commited As long as I don't forget it, the night after I hit it She cool mayn, neva disrespectin' me As long as I can help her wit a few Bill Belamys And she ain't even tellin' me I'm the only dertty she dig And if she do I'ma tell em how we better off bein friends [Hook - Murphy Lee, (Jazze Pha & Sleepy Brown)] (I'ma make ya luv me baby) And I'ma make ya luv me baby, hug me baby Place no one above me baby (Make you wanna kiss and hug me baby) Kissin' and huggin', huggin' and kissin' (Give me a chance, girl I'm the man) Give me a chance I'm the derrty ya missin' come on.. (I'ma make ya luv me baby) I'ma make ya luv me girl, hug me girl Place no one above me girl (Make you wanna kiss and hug me baby) Huggin' and kissin', kissin' and huggin' (Give me a chance, girl I'm the man) Give me a chance I'm the derrty ya lovin' come on.. [Bridge - Jazze Pha & Sleepy Brown] L-O-V-E Me Ooh the da the da daaa From Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday And sometimes Sunday L-O-V-E Me Ooh the da the da daaa From Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday And sometimes Sunday Hey-ey... Hey-ey... Hey-ey |
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from Murphy Lee - Murphy’S Law (2003)
yo yo murphy lee,just call me murphy leezy u mess wit me u getting intercepted like drew breezy and thats to eeezzy cuz im a ball til u fall cuz thats my law and there aint no order u betta run run to the border and getcha cam corder and take my pic-shaa cuz imma f |
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from Murphy Lee - Murphy’S Law (2003)
[Kyjuan]
This is Cadillac Mack haha ha Seville Appeal Luv rollin the L doggs 9 papers [Verse 1 - Kyjuan] Ayyo I'm laid back and humble, yeah I'm cool wit it Kinda hungry, give me a salad and a soup wit it Aint no need for extra rolls, Sue comes wit it Baby girl behind the counter lookin' cool wit She got a fat ass, I know I went to school wit it She was the type that said I wouldn't know what to do wit it I kick that Willie Bo Bo aqua suit wit it, went trough wit it Got her number, she ain't it so I'm through wit it I let Pooh hit it, he let the crew hit it Hold on lil' derrty, for two minutes I think I left my herb man I ain't cool wit it Murph Derrt say he got me now I'm cool wit it I make a lotta dough, pay a lotta pay dues wit it Pimpin' already, now I got the juice in it I got the grey Vokal wit the blue in it Loose, new, blue, fitted, I'm so cool wit it [Hook - Kyjuan & (Ali)] Ali, you cool wit it? (Ayyo I'm cool wit it) Well is you cool wit it? (Fo' sho I'm cool wit it) You sure you cool wit it? (Definitely cool wit it) 'K (Kyjuan let me show you really I am) [Moshay] Sooooo Oh oh oooh Wit it, wit it [Verse 2 - Ali] Ayyo Nas was talkin' but I was cool wit it DMX said summin but I was cool wit it KRS was speakin but I was cool wit it And I ain't even gon trip nigga I'm cool wit it We gon rep us to the fullest hope you cool wit it Lunatic's for the culture is you cool wit it? If sauce, stand up yell out yep I'm cool wit it Yo mo Leezy Nell, I'm done come act a fool wit it [Verse 3 - Nelly] I woke up at 9:30, I was cool wit it I said damn it's kinda early but I'm cool wit it I had a message on my celly I'm like who did it? Turns out, it was this chick I'd like to 'ooh' wit it Now I'm tryin' to figure out if I'ma fool wit it She used to be the cheerrleader type, school spirrit You know the pom-poms, back flips, split wit it I know a lot of niggaz tried but they didn't get it Or maybe they had the game they just didn't spit it Or they won't admit it, cuz they carry too much pride in it I like to slide in it, flip it and dip it and take a ride in it Hide in it, might flight glide in it You know I did it, cuz I'm cool wit it A lot of niggaz talkin' shit but I'm cool wit it Walk in a party, lotta gawkin' but I'm cool wit it Look outside, see what I'm parkin? you can't fool wit it [Nelly] Not at all You can't fool wit none of that young mate Why is you trippin of the 24 Escalade Powdered baby blue wit the Gucci Lou interior A-HA! slide on young playa Just be cool wit yo losses A-HA! Pimp Juice [Hook - Nelly & (Murphy Lee)] Yo Murph, you cool wit it? (Yeah man I'm cool wit it) But is you cool wit it? (Yeah derrty I'm cool wit it) You sure you really cool wit it? (Yeah man I'm cool wit it Pimp Juice let me show you really I am) [Moshay] Sooooo Oh oh oooh Wit it, wit it [Verse 4 - Murphy Lee] Look, Look I got my mama a new house and she cool wit it I grew up and had to bounce so she cool wit it Baby sister got a car and she cool wit it 'Cause she work and go to school so I'm cool wit it My granny don't like rap but she cool wit it 'Cause as long as I got a job then she cool wit it To my grandaddy name and he cool wit it Told me boy don't blow yo money and be cool wit it So in other words derrty don't be a fool wit it He said don't wind up in the motherfuckin news wit it And help the family when you can and they cool wit it Separate the hatas from the friends and be cool wit it I'm Murph Dert mu'fucka I'm so cool wit it I send raps on ice cause I'm cool wit it And erry scene I be in I be cool wit it Pull up in the yellow Benz thing cuz I'm cool wit it [Hook - St. Lunatics] [M] Nelly you cool wit it [N] Ali you cool wit it? [A] Kyjuan's cool wit it [K] Murphy cool wit it [M] City Spud cool wit it [K] And Slo cool too [M] Party people Lemme show you how really cool we am [Moshay] Sooooo Oh oh oooh Wit it, wit it [Murphy Lee] Ay Slo you cool wit it?.. Ay Spud you cool wit it?.. Haha Ay Coach you cool wit it?... [Saxophone solo] |
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from Murphy Lee - Murphy’S Law (2003)
This is Cadillac Mack haha ha Seville Appeal Luv rollin the L doggs 9 papers Ayyo I''m laid back and humble, yeah I''m cool wit it Kinda hungry, give me a salad and a soup wit it Aint no need for extra rolls, Sue comes wit it Baby girl behind the counter lookin'' cool wit She got a fat ass, I know I went to school wit it She was the type that said I wouldn''t know what to do wit it I kick that Willie Bo Bo aqua suit wit it, went trough wit it Got her number, she ain''t it so I''m through wit it I let Pooh hit it, he let the crew hit it Hold on lil'' derrty, for two minutes I think I left my herb man I ain''t cool wit it Murph Derrt say he got me now I''m cool wit it I make a lotta dough, pay a lotta pay dues wit it Pimpin'' already, now I got the juice in it I got the grey Vokal wit the blue in it Loose, new, blue, fitted, I''m so cool wit it Ali, you cool wit it? (Ayyo I''m cool wit it) Well is you cool wit it? (Fo'' sho I''m cool wit it) You sure you cool wit it? (Definitely cool wit it) ''K (Kyjuan let me show you really I am) Sooooo Oh oh oooh Wit it, wit it Ayyo Nas was talkin'' but I was cool wit it DMX said summin but I was cool wit it KRS was speakin but I was cool wit it And I ain''t even gon trip nigga I''m cool wit it We gon rep us to the fullest hope you cool wit it Lunatic''s for the culture is you cool wit it? If sauce, stand up yell out yep I''m cool wit it Yo mo Leezy Nell, I''m done come act a fool wit it I woke up at 9:30, I was cool wit it I said damn it''s kinda early but I''m cool wit it I had a message on my celly I''m like who did it? Turns out, it was this chick I''d like to ''ooh'' wit it Now I''m tryin'' to figure out if I''ma fool wit it She used to be the cheerrleader type, school spirrit You know the pom-poms, back flips, split wit it I know a lot of niggaz tried but they didn''t get it Or maybe they had the game they just didn''t spit it Or they won''t admit it, cuz they carry too much pride in it I like to slide in it, flip it and dip it and take a ride in it Hide in it, might flight glide in it You know I did it, cuz I''m cool wit it A lot of niggaz talkin'' shit but I''m cool wit it Walk in a party, lotta gawkin'' but I''m cool wit it Look outside, see what I''m parkin? you can''t fool wit it Not at all You can''t fool wit none of that young mate Why is you trippin of the 24 Escalade Powdered baby blue wit the Gucci Lou interior A-HA! slide on young playa Just be cool wit yo losses A-HA! Pimp Juice [ - Nelly & (Murphy Lee)] Yo Murph, you cool wit it? (Yeah man I''m cool wit it) But is you cool wit it? (Yeah derrty I''m cool wit it) You sure you really cool wit it? (Yeah man I''m cool wit it Pimp Juice let me show you really I am) Sooooo Oh oh oooh Wit it, wit it Look, Look I got my mama a new house and she cool wit it I grew up and had to bounce so she cool wit it Baby sister got a car and she cool wit it ''Cause she work and go to school so I''m cool wit it My granny don''t like rap but she cool wit it ''Cause as long as I got a job then she cool wit it To my grandaddy name and he cool wit it Told me boy don''t blow yo money and be cool wit it So in other words derrty don''t be a fool wit it He said don''t wind up in the motherfuckin news wit it And help the family when you can and they cool wit it Separate the hatas from the friends and be cool wit it I''m Murph Dert mu''fucka I''m so cool wit it I send raps on ice cause I''m cool wit it And erry scene I be in I be cool wit it Pull up in the yellow Benz thing cuz I''m cool wit it Nelly you cool wit it Ali you cool wit it? Kyjuan''s cool wit it Murphy cool wit it City Spud cool wit it And Slo cool too Party people Lemme show you how really cool we am Sooooo Oh oh oooh Wit it, wit it Ay Slo you cool wit it?.. Ay Spud you cool wit it?.. Haha Ay Coach you cool wit it?... |
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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 Murphy Lee - Murphy’S Law (2003)
(Intro: King Jacob)
Ight, I am not a crook ..I'm a pimp Uh, Yeah Murphy Lee da Skool Boy Yo Proffesor where you at? (Hook: King Jacob & (The Proffesor)) Cause.. We are, so extreme (so extreme) So advanced (so advanced) Sho is clean (sho is clean) Sex, mony and drugs we know these things (Know these things) Bitches fallin' in love, we show them things Cause.. We are, so extreme (so extreme) So advanced (so advanced) Sho is clean (sho is clean) Sex, mony and drugs we know these things (Know these things) Bitches fallin' in love, we show them things Cause.. (Verse 1: King Jacob) And that's that Yeah I'ma call just as long as that ass fat Take her out wit the money I got from Azcap Just investin' in my future but she'll pay it back Just a lil' restatution from bein wit a mack Just a lil' contribution for knowin' she a fact Without a doubt, you know we goin' outta town She bringin' it back for daddy she goin' on her rounds Wouldn't it be kinda funny to see it goin' down? That's why we brag and boast, shit we showin' out That's why we ask ya'll hoes what we know about The King named Jacob, you sleepin' please wake up I'm the type of nigga that know them hoes Show them hoes, mold them hoes Told them hoes, so long ago That the game was sweet now they wanna know (Hook: King Jacob & (The Proffesor)) Cause.. We are, so extreme (so extreme) So advanced (so advanced) Sho is clean (sho is clean) Sex, mony and drugs we know these things (Know these things) Bitches fallin' in love, we show them things Cause.. We are, so extreme (so extreme) So advanced (so advanced) Sho is clean (sho is clean) Sex, mony and drugs we know these things (Know these things) Bitches fallin' in love, we show them things Cause.. (Verse 2: The Professor) The center of demention Hit blunts and now I'm limpin' So..(High), Up in the..(Sky) It aint no comin' down or mention And keep it pimpin', how? fire dro up in the kitchen By mornin', all ya fruit juice and crackles will be missin' We an trippin, we act like fiends in a way But not..quite we height and be extreme for the day Extrememly clean, but known to get my hands dirty But they aint worthy rather put my hands on summin derrty I'm in a hurry, my click be keepin it extremely late As for the party, we are the party whether extremely great Look at the shape, apple bottom, demisive waist This niggaz all up in they face, so quick to draw the cape But me?...I'm a playa, I don't step on no toes Chickens can't get the time of day, and you respectin' these hoes? Shame on you, ay aint that kinda lame on you? Busta, I grab a strap and make it rain on you (Hook: King Jacob & (The Proffesor)) Cause.. We are, so extreme (so extreme) So advanced (so advanced) Sho is clean (sho is clean) Sex, mony and drugs we know these things (Know these things) Bitches fallin' in love, we show them things Cause.. We are, so extreme (so extreme) So advanced (so advanced) Sho is clean (sho is clean) Sex, mony and drugs we know these things (Know these things) Bitches fallin' in love, we show them things Cause.. (Verse 3: Murphy Lee) Murphy Lee the booty critic, I'm like a baby when you sit it I damn sure didn't get it show this girl how you just did it (Whaa?)...Ya summin' special wit ya back side Put ya booty into rehab (Why?) 'cause ya back high I back by 2 women drinkin' some Ackrite She rolled up and gave me the sack, tie a back tie That guy, that's hot from mornin' to bedtime Groupies backstage end up in the headlines And I talkin' bout news, Young Dude name em after shoes The ones actin' brand new. Now let me see ya shake ya tailfeather Put it high in the sky so I could tell weather Tell whether you could take it or not, shake it or not Tell whether you gon get buck-ed naked tonight I'm the same bro that made ya knees touch ya elbows So gon' hed and treat me like a toilet bowl. (Hook: King Jacob & (The Proffesor)) Cause.. We are, so extreme (so extreme) So advanced (so advanced) Sho is clean (sho is clean) Sex, mony and drugs we know these things (Know these things) Bitches fallin' in love, we show them things Cause.. We are, so extreme (so extreme) So advanced (so advanced) Sho is clean (sho is clean) Sex, mony and drugs we know these things (Know these things) Bitches fallin' in love, we show them things Cause.. |
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from Murphy Lee - Murphy’S Law (2003)
(feat. Avery Storm)
[Verse 1: Murphy Lee] Check, back in '93 I had it all I was a kid, yo I grew up on the "Player's Ball" Shiit, born in the 80's man, St. Louis Hailey Ann Showin' my jewels to prove I was the ladies' man Shake all the ladies' hands, feel on the ladie's pants I'm doin' the latest dance, makin' the hatas glance I'm wit the older crowd, big brother showed me how To make my mama proud, look how it turned out Well lemme get back on my bullshit To be a playa yo you had to learn to push it Yo, 'cause it was crazy how we hooked up I looked up, found my face in her butt like "What the fuck?" "Stop, what you doin? get yo face out my fanny" Tuckin' her shirt in so I wouldn't see her panties We laughed, and that was a beginning of a past That keep on huntin' my ass, now who the asshole.. [Hook: Avery Storm] I don't really think I don't think that you.. I don't think you say "my ways" I don't think I want to stay.. I don't think that you can say, your way I've done made a lot of mistakes befo' Yo my girl, I think I better go.. [Verse 2: Murphy Lee] Yo, yo, yo..verse 2 is how we set it off It took ya derrty 2 years just to get it off Shiit, and even though it wasn't bout that 'cause we was young and I knew I'd be the first cat (eh-eh) And I got proved wrong, and I knew all along Cause 2 years lata someone said they was the first to bone Now I got a circumstance on my hands Supposed to be her man, first one in her pants I stayed wit her, spent much years, days wit her Laid in the shade wit her, sit and played spades wit her I always knew that it would happen again So on the side I always kept about 2 or 3 friends Two wrongs don't make a right, but yeah right I was in love, you what it took to keep it tight A year later, the shit didn't shape up I caught her on the Kastle lot straight shakin' her butt Whut? [Hook: Avery Storm] I don't really think I don't think that you.. I don't think you say "my ways" I don't think I want to stay.. I don't think that you can say, your way I've done made a lot of mistakes befo' Yo my girl, I think I better go.. [Verse 3: Murphy Lee] Verse 3 is how I fell for it If a happy home at 70, you gotta go through hell for it I answered calls and chanced it all Knowin' damn well we wasn't advancin' at all Now we back at Mickey D's and movies Chicken from Popeye's, "I know a biscuit come wit this two piece!" Her attitude used to urk me, sweet as can be Booty like pie, but bah, please dessert me And I'm not gonna be able to do it And she knew if we spent time together we'd be right back to it Yeep, she be like "spend the night", I be like "damn right" But when I wake up in the mornin' man I see the light I got the same circumstance on my hands Instead of bein' a man, controllin' what's in my pants I left, I thought it'd been the end of the mess But she still call my phone to death, I need help.. [Hook: Avery Storm] I don't really think I don't think that you I don't think you say "my ways" I don't think I want to stay I don't think that you can say, your way I've done made a lot of mistakes befo' Yo my girl, I think I better go |
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from Murphy Lee - Murphy’S Law (2003)
Yea
Nice cold glass With a nice bottle of OVL And you better be feelin my shit man Now now Cause you beg too much Gimme gimme got shit Cause you beg too much Gimme gimme got shit Cause you beg too much Gimme gimme (Nelly) I'm automatical emphatical radical Even I wanna clear all the misconceptions and shit you believe in I'm leavin nothin to the imagination I wanna earn my emancipation proclamation through the radio stations Facin me ain't that hard but it ain't that easy I like the girl that win to play hard, and win to play easy Believe me George and Weezy couldn't move up this fast I'm laughin everybody can't tell if I'm first or last It won't hurt your ass but it might hurt yo ass They gon trip and find Dirty got the perfect stash The perfect gat, liftin your ass thought I would run Laughin at them niggas thought that Dirty was done I'm a son of a G I'm not a son of a bitch I'm makin sure that my son and my sons gon be rich Makin daughters and my daughters in no particular order I leave em layin up out the water with straps to protect their borders (Chorus) I need some Kool-Aid (Whaaaaaaaat?) Wit my Red hot riplets (tell em what ya tell em whatcha mean man) You all that and a bag of chips And I just wanna know if me and you can dip that's all I need some Kool-Aid (Whaaaaaaaat?) Wit my Red hot riplets (tell em what ya tell em whatcha mean man) You all that and a bag of chips And I just wanna know if me and you can dip that's all Baby girl, you sweeter then Kool-Aid, the red flavor Ooh thats my favorite Yea I know my game is major She gave me her card, she said I can page her I was gonna wait a couple days but I did her a favor I call her now Invite myself, awake the neighbors, be loud Swoop in like the caped crusader (du duh du duh!) Without the cape without the tights Her baby daddy was the type that had a truck like mine No beast rims no dual pipes Of course that, I loved her apple bottom short set She got upset, I said she couldn't find for cigarettes (why not?) Small brat And used to cast with short stacks If she asked me for somethin Drop her off where the porch at I'm on a mission, turn the keys in the ignition Beat steady beatin, tweeters steady whistlin See seen my glisten she started to trip Murph, she's all that and a bag of chips -Chorus- (Murphy Lee) Listen I want some moonshine nigga I'm in Cali and Cancun No goin out I like to stay in my damn room (Daaamn!) She got a donkey oh this must be a damn zoo (Ooooooh!) Look at the monkey oh she must be a baboon Please don't feed me momma I'm like an animal Especially after twelve can you handle my stamina? You won't believe the things I said when you walked by My ganka wit is on but its high when I talk high Now ought I take you home but am I wrong I'm a kid ma you know I don't wanna be on my lone Plus I felt something now when we was dancin on that song I like togetherness can we all get along Can we all get in my car and talk about it in the morn And make decisions when we wake up and yawn Come on you can tell me if you like it or not Cause I'ma have my Kool-Aid and my Riplets red hot -Chorus- Yo yo The mother fuckers just too damn hot Nigga like we buyin a window Cost a good line and even get shot to find a Endo Bein Red Hot Riplets promotin passin out snippets And you walkin with the triplets out clubbin lookin terrific I need some Kool-Aid Shit I got to get it win it Put my spoon up in ya bitch and see if ya fit up in it (Damn) Spoke for a second (Damn) told her our record Told the groupie connection Got them womens all will get naked So the Lunatics Told her how I reflect it Let me show you from the Show-Me no talk for sure respect it And you're red hot but not to say your head not It's the rap Fred Flintstone, makin the bed rock Give it to you never bellin ya Handle bizness I'm tellin ya If you ever need me again I be through then I'ma see ya girl And I'ma store your number under Red Hot Riplets and Kool-Aid |
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from Murphy Lee - Murphy’S Law (2003)
<i>[Intro: Murphy Lee & (Zee)]</i>
(Bloaww, ha haha Bl-bl-bloaw! heyyyy) Hello (Hello) I'm Murphy Lee (I'm Zee Lee) And I'm a motherfucking L-U-N-A-T-I-C (Say what?) Yo, and I'm here (Cause I'm here) Yo, cause I'm here (Cause I'm here) Yo, yo, I'm bout to tell you what I like <i>[Verse 1: Murphy Lee)]</i> I wit 5 individuals, they say we not original We all started Underground like Digital Now the haters lookin' pitiful, we humble and un-spittable But lyrical we still sh-sh-shit on you I got a number two, Nelly got her number too You call a tip, girl we call it a switch-a-roo We be at Amoco, d's on that Cantaloupe Wit my folk's pocket full of bread and toast In my Timb's and coat, do it big in the winter time Probably full of Air Force Ones up outta Finish Line And I call myself normal, casual or formal I still be blank like a carnival But y'all won't let me be, or see Cause I'm so D,F that I'm considered a G I be H-I off J's, K's and L's Um, M, N, to the O's they can't tell <i>[Hook: Zee & (Murphy Lee)]</i> He's a regular guy (I can't lie dirty) He can't deny (I can't deny neither) You know he drives a yellow wagon when's he's passin' by (You see me rollin' in that thang?) His pants is always saggin' (ah say what?) Got money but he's never braggin' (ah say what?) Cause he's not that type (bloaw!) Party people I'm gonna tell you what he's like He's a regular guy <i>[Verse 2: Murphy Lee & (Zee)]</i> You see I'm young wit information I don't Play like Station Cause it took education, dedication and patience To get a record deal, for reel this ain't no fluke To you, we like a fat dude playin' a flute Like my granny do in the troop instead of the James Brown (Look at all these boys grew up in the same town Come from the same moms and owe dues Aunties and uncles, man they grew up in the same school) (Yeah..) St. Louis ain't that big Ayyo we stay on the hill and steal a 30 ball to get to the crib And I can do it on a quarter tank, a quarter of dank It's ya home wake up ayyo and baby go to the bank And I think y'all open up like mail And if y'all can't tell, Skool Boy normal as hell So don't let the TVs confuse you Cause if you didn't knew, now you knew <i>[Hook Zee & (Murphy Lee)]</i> <i>[Verse 3: Murphy Lee]</i> Yo I'm just, like, you I ain't different from those that think I'm different Still enjoy fat checks overtime, I'm just like you I ain't changin' for nobody, mixin' up your talent wit yo hobby End up wit no jobby, I guess you got personal problems The bigger you are they start openin' up ya personal closet A Ram 150, man still couldn't dodge it, dislodge it Take advantage dirty, live off ya profits (wow!) You right, I ain't ya average little' dude We had the number one song when I was still in school Shoot, I can say it dude I'm glad that we made it mo no never being in class, song pop up on the radio And it's a beautiful thang To turn street money to legal money, a beautiful change Yo I gotta use my beautiful brain And understand when I'm sprinklin' man in my rain <i>[Hook Zee & (Murphy Lee)]</i> |
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from Murphy Lee - Murphy’S Law (2003)
"Gods Don't Chill"
(Hook: Murphy Lee, King Jacob & The Professor) (ML) Noow just to prove I aint different from you (KJ) Derrty I aint nuttin' to do (TP) I just wanna take a break (KJ) No stress (TP) No play (ML) I just wanna lay and (KJ) Chill at the crib all day.. (ML) Naw naw naw naw (TP) It's time to get that ass off of the couch (ML) Get up! (TP) It's Friday night you gotta get the f**k out (ML) Get the f**k out! Okay, I got nuttin' to say (KJ) 'cause we been chillin' at the crib all day (Verse 1: The Professor) We chiefin' laid back, loungin' like 3 pimps in the shade Me, Murph we take a pair we at it again Well ok, you should have nuttin' to say We guarantee it gon be another hit man, ok? For your reference, I been inside the house since 6 Bakin' up bars of rap, chiefin' & munchin' on chips Now should I go dip? debate what style and color to get We go out, we don't go out, this strickly parkin' lot pimpin' That there sounds like a nice game plan Nice thangs wit thick frames, no need to think twice man Pick up some bud, pick up my boys, wipe off my dubs Hittin' on chickens and buckets, so what they rollin' on hubs I'm honkin' my horn like a animal straight from the barn So what if they foreign? Prince don't discriminate not 1 (Outrageously, my baby mama pagin' me I been at the crib all day so it's crazy see) (Hook: Murphy Lee, King Jacob & The Professor) (ML) Noow just to prove I aint different from you (KJ) Derrty I aint got nuttin' to do (TP) I just wanna take a break (KJ) No stress (TP) No play (ML) I just wanna lay and (KJ) Chill at the crib all day.. (ML) Naw naw naw naw (TP) It's time to get that ass off of the couch (ML) Get up! (TP) It's Friday night you gotta get the f**k out (ML) Get the f**k out! Okay, I got nuttin' to say (KJ) 'cause we been chillin' at the crib all day (Verse 2: King Jacob) Now, usually I get my way Hit my hay, yeah sip my drank Call up a chick to come strip if I say Let the phong just ring while I pick my place Smashin' in John Madden whuppin' errybody ass And it's a fact, Green Bay sendin' em Packin' Man it's goin' on a three day thrashin' F**k this for real y'all, I need some action Aw man, Murph don't wanna drive the Benz But he's too busy tryin' to dodge his friends I just wanna go back outside again Get high again, sippin' Heineken's Grab my 22 inch wired rims Hit the street, got bitches pilin' in Wait 'til this nigga get through ironin' Jacob up, f**k this game I'm retirin' (Hook: Murphy Lee, King Jacob & The Professor) (ML) Noow just to prove I aint different from you (KJ) Derrty I aint nuttin' to do (TP) I just wanna take a break (KJ) No stress (TP) No play (ML) I just wanna lay and (KJ) Chill at the crib all day.. (ML) Naw naw naw naw (TP) It's time to get that ass off of the couch (ML) Get up! (TP) It's Friday night you gotta get the f**k out (ML) Get the f**k out! Okay, I got nuttin' to say (KJ) 'cause we been chillin' at the crib all day (Verse 3: Murphy Lee) (phone rings) St. Louis (Murphy Lee, what size drawers ya need?) A 36-38 cause 40 be too big And hurry up so I can get out the crib (Babysit!) I love my nieces and nephews but I aint got no kids! And shiit, hurry up before the bank close (Boy you aint goin' to no bank, you prolly gonna see sum hoes) Ahhh, I guess my sista know a brotha I'm a nasty muthasucka 'cause I'm poppin' wit cornbread and butta Cua there aint nuttin' like booty in the daytime Look at it wiggle, sunshinin' on the waistline And matter fact f**k the whole nine The whole time I'm thinkin' bout this party goin' downtown I had to get my ass outta the bed (ah get up!) Aint nuttin' like a lil' last minute head (ah you right) Plus I see this girl like twice a week And my granny made macaroni-n-cheese So I'm out.. (Hook: Murphy Lee, King Jacob & The Professor) (ML) Noow just to prove I aint different from you (KJ) Derrty I aint nuttin' to do (TP) I just wanna take a break (KJ) No stress (TP) No play (ML) I just wanna lay and (KJ) Chill at the crib all day.. (ML) Naw naw naw naw (TP) It's time to get that ass off of the couch (ML) Get up! (TP) It's Friday night you gotta get the f**k out (ML) Get the f**k out! Okay, I got nuttin' to say (KJ) 'cause we been chillin' at the crib all day |
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from Murphy Lee - Murphy’S Law (2003)
u make a brotha wanna faint (daaaaaaaaamn)
or put u on a plate sock u up wit a muthaf**kin biscuit man it was a house party ayo i probly sound corny i got oatmeal hormones ma instantly horny i mean...the way u carry yaself i mean..if i was u i'd probly marry myself i mean ya eyes did i say ya ass i mean ya eyes face bangin haven't even got to ya thighs i mean the walk to walk is like the matrix i can set a drink on that ass if i had nowhere to place it face it how could anybody dislike u these otha girls r coo but not quite like u i mean... ayo i focus on my past a lot but relationships like twista gotta hold ya spot i mean... and u kno that my time is skimpy if im the only one in ya heart then its probly empty girrrrrrl Zee(Hook) ooooooooohh murphy murphy lee ooooooooohh things ain't wut they used to be noooooo but ever since u hit tha road ive been spittin this relationship and im so in luv it makes me sick ooooooooohh murphy murphy leeeee ooooooooohh things ain't wut they used to be noooooo i can't spend this time alone i teel ya without u u make me stroooooooooooonger ya too fly to ba askin a guy why all my life luv kept on passin me by u can't change a woman by diamond chainin her chains don't make change mathematically train her its a 2 way thing got scott tell the motorola wit high chairs and baby strollers i be the sun u be the moon let the kidz be the stars i kno who u is u kno who u r and wen the door close u kno i ain't goin that far u got keys to erry house keys to erry car and hell yea i need luv to like LL i must be on neptune 'cause luvs pharell but still ya not fa much so girl it ain't no rushin but respect how its always mo talkin then touchin seein u no frontin is way better then nuthin and it means sum to me so if u want it speak on it girrl Zee(hook) ur a housewife the type a girl that always no wut time it is the tick tock type keep ya own shoes tied push ya own ride quick to giv me money wen my bills too high i need top notch sex wash dishes and sweep mop topless never giv me stress luv wen i god bless makin luv to the mind boo can be a mental mess and u don't like me like shaft but im ya luva mon on the otha hond can't stand u wit a nutha mon i went from timberlands tuxedos comabuns i gotta fast pase girl i dont wanna run i can't help it i ain't ready but u c havin a steady girl is a different world like freddy luv is deadly in the shower singin medlies i'll make it up if ya let me girrrl Zee (hook) |
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from Murphy Lee - Murphy’S Law (2003)
[Intro: Atlanta Braves tomahawk chop] [Nelly] (P. Diddy) We do it for fun We just do it for fun Dirty E.A.T We do it for fun Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee) We do it for fun (This is history baby) Bend them trucks We do it for fun (haha) Stack them bucks We do it for fun (Come on now) And the band played on (yea) Just like (I believe you cool to this) We do it for fun If you see me ma We do it for fun [P. Diddy] Bad Boys 2, the soundtrack Let's Go [Verse 1: Nelly] + (P. Diddy) Hey girl What your name is? Where you from? Turn around who you came with? Is that your ass or your momma have reindeer? I can't explain it but damn sure glad you came here I'm still a sucker for cornrolls, you know I never changed that (nah uh) Your body is banging mamma, but where your brains at? (Come on) I'm still the same cat when I was young I was running with bad boys But now I'm older hope they saw I'm running with bad boys (that's right) Here come another man Unlike no other man Candy coated whoa! Switching in every lane Ya'll help me Why don't cha Please help me A thug is we then it's only two G I like the cocky bow legged ones Like white and Dominicans Hispanics and Asians Shake it for Nelly son Manolos Ma-no-no's I can't tell Everybody and their hootchies When you do it do it well {*Braves tomahawk chop done in background of Chorus*} [Chorus] [Nelly] Let me see you take it off [P. D.] Girl go and take it off [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor [P. D.] Pop something move something Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor [P. D.] Pop something move something Shake ya tail feather [Verse 2: P. Diddy] + (Nelly) Now real girls get down on the floor (on the floor) Get that money honey act like you know (like you know) Mama I like how you dance The way you fit in them pants (Uh) Enter the floor (Uh) take it low (Uh) girl do it again (Uh) You know I love that (I love that) Now where them girls at? (Where the girls at?) It's Diddy, Murphy Lee, and Nelly how you love that? (Shit uh ohhhhhh) Come on, we got another one player From New York to the Dirty how they loving it player? Baby you impressive let's get To know each other You the best of the best and You got to love it in the dresses, the sexiest I had to tell her she's a young Janet Jackson live in living color Look here momma you're dead wrong for having them pants on Capri's cut low so when you shake it I see you're thong My pocket's full of dough shake your feathers till the morning It's Bad Boy and Nelly man somebody better warn them [Chorus] [Bridge: Nelly] Oh no I heard them bad boys coming Can't stop now Got to continue my running (yea) Because we go party till them lights come on And then my song start thumping because my mike still on [Verse 3: Murphy Lee] + (Nelly) Yo, I'm the big booty type I like them thick with their mind right (Awe) Banging personality conversate when the time right (Naw) I'm not hard I've got women to handle that They be like he the man when I'm really a Thundercat Come on you know the tics connect like Voltron Collect so much grass popo thinking we mow lawns My gohans don't match that But it matches her head wrap and the seats that I got in the lap I'm just a juvenile (Wha) Because I be about G's Keep your women wizzy man they say they have my babies I'm young like Tucker like the cash and the money (I'm going to eat my money) Man, I'm that damn hungry See I'm starving like Marvin girl I've got sixteen bars of fire is what I'm starting Plus my rats come in packs like Sammy and Dean Martin And I got so many keys you'd think I was valet parking [Chorus] [Bridge: Nelly] Oh no I heard them bad boys coming Can't stop now Got to continue my running (yea) Because we go party till them lights come on And then my song start thumping because my mic still on (man) [Outro: Atlanta Braves tomahawk chop] |
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from Murphy Lee - Murphy’S Law (2003)
I was trying to claim games, I was barely writing rhymes I was 7 to 8, a little nigga with his head straight Never got to school early, always went to bed late Grew up with the older dudes, do what your brother do It's just so he happen to rap, "Man you think you cool?" Ali was my motivator, rapper slash educator Kept these boys dedicated mama like we better had made it Cuz my first name's paid, my last name bills Even though I got a record deal I paid bills still And erreybody changed to sell us I wish the fans would understand to except us and just us (?) I know we blush, on a well-equipped bus And money we got enough, at least enough to not fuss We still got stress like you So in other words little dirty we just like you ya know! They thought he changed up since he came up But he's the same ol' dirty Might have switched his game up cuz the fame stuck But it's the same ol' Murphy Might have switched his friends up since he done been up Cuz it's the same ol' dirty Might have switched his rims up on his benz But he's the same ol'.. Murphy I know you ain't acting front-y (?) My fans are like the police they be asking for me Ask them do they know me they probably say who cares Tell 'em I'm with Nelly they getta coming in pairs The fame thing is the same thing as the devil People who see you never put on you on a hell of a level I once wore scuffed up Air Force 2's And this girl said, "That ain't Murphy Lee look at his shoes!" See these kids are so smart recognize you from head start They be like "I know that ain't you up in Wal-Mart" Can't a brother buy his own draws I'm not a star I'm a grown ass boy I'm not staying the in car But people gonna recognize, they know who you are Well if they see me today, they gon' be cool tomorrow Cuz I'm a be at Circuit City buying DVD's And hungry eating fries at your local Mickey D's Yo, yo, I'm still the same dirty, dirty I still make mistakes I know my birthday was the only day a dirty saw a cake I'm humble like an African King I appreciate things Let me refer you on what's happening then In 93, had an idea we really believed in 94, 95 we began critiquing In 96, I think we signed some bullshit 97, yo we had the number one hit 98, had to vacate to get our shit straight Signed with Cool-to-love to get rid of one of the headaches In 9-9, it's when them boys got signed and if Nelly don't sell a record then it all goes down 0-0 thru 0-1 we weren't below no one and no one could ever take from or want more done 0-2, Lunatics sold damn near 2 So in 0-3, we gon see what Murphy Lee gon do |
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from Dj Envy - The Desert Storm Mixtape Dj Envy Blok Party Vol.1 (2003)
[Intro/Chorus] Yo, turn the club 'to a jungle gym Matter fact girl get all under him If you know any freaks act like one of them Get crunk again, have fun again, dirty Err'body leave ya guns in the cars And err'body run right to the bar Get ya something staright or the bubbly We ain't Bubba but it's finna get ugly [Verse: King Jacob] Yo, Vokal is so extreme Strut up in the club wit the rest of the team Thinking 'bout my dubs the compress is so mean Got on blue and gray today, so fresh, so clean Had to hide my eyes from the Disco beam Just enough sight to find a Disco Queen Just enough light to fire up this mo heat Got just enough ice to not be low key Look, I'm King Jacob you ain't gotta know me But ya, you so real so you gotta know me Addictive type and my baby moma OD Descriptive writing made a million dollars for me I'm just a Young Dude, young and doing young Pursuing like them one dudes from St. Louis Murph, come on dirty, where P, let's represent the turf (Youth City) If you change in the game represent what we worth [Chorus] [Verse: Murphy Lee] Hey yo I'm Murphy Lee the trouble maker I'm in the club with my house shoes on Don't like being in the house too long Having dreams about buying the bar out I don't own a dog so sometimes I got to let my cars out Hit the lawn on my humble abode My car dusty but it rassle the road See I used to have "freetime" Now my life like a "Nextel" and it's not "free OP" time I'm three times, four minutes away Peace to printed shirts for the LA in the ashtray I ain't been in this car for a month So I think I'm a call this a throwback blunt Hit the corner bumping Old School, ready to drink Cause my stomach full of Barbeque Tofu I knew two people at the door So I EIP, parked it and ordered some more [Chorus] [Verse: The Professor] Hey wait, hey hey, hold up, is it my turn yet? I been waiting the many let me introduce you to 'prentice Plot - me in the club and it's 3 AM With Murph and Jake so drunk I had to lean on them Disgusted, I snapped myself up, this ain't no fun I took a girl by the fat girl and smoke my one High as can be, back on the scene, what do I see? Dance flo' hiding her plan, they taking off things Daisy Duke shorts unzipped with the thong inbetween Girl, you got the fattest ass I ever seen I give you, what you need dick, weed, but you gotta be clean A fat ass ain't err'thing except if burning up slings King I stumbled in to him, he still wanna drink A thick chick took him away and gave gim head on the scene Blinking, looked over my shoulder and tried to spot Murph Spotted three dimes that swooped him up, Menage time [Chorus] |
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from Nelly - 5.0 (2010)
[Nelly]
Uh-huh.. uhh, uhh, uhh, listen The way your Apple Bottom pokin out got me on a mission I wanna get you in every kind of position I don't wanna keep my cool baby, I can't keep my distance Girl I salute you, I'll be at attention I'm so into you, I just wanna be your lover On the floor, in the chair, under covers When I'm kissin you I can't think about another (think about another) Girl (think-a, think about another) turn the lights on [Chorus: Dirty Money] You're my pride and joy, you're my baby boy People ask me how I feel, 'bout you They ask me if I love you (baby, I want your love) And if I'm crazy 'bout ya (baby, I want your love) Kissin you is, all that I've been thinkin of Kissin you is, ooooh, ooooh Kissin you is, all that I've been thinkin of Kissin you is, ooooh, ooooh [Nelly] See I'ma kiss you, wan' go up to your body, shawty you will never Scorpio, girl I was built for pleasure I'll make your body start rainin, I change the weather Let it fall on me, I don't need no umbrella I get it - from the back (from the back) from the front (from the front) On your side lil' mama, now here it come Heyyyy, I just wanna be your loverrrrrr {yeahhhhhhh} Now sing it for me girl [echoes] [Chorus w/ ad libs] [Murphy Lee] Look, uhh, yo, check it, uhh I'm in a Lex' bubbly talkin to my text buddy Said I forgot about her thinkin 'bout my next money Not only that honey, kissin's what I think of You got the Wi-Fi, what's the code so we can link up Kitchen flo', kitchen table, fuck the whole sink up The best sprinkler, your back open like a pick-up The mess that you're makin we can blame it on the liquor If that's not enough then you can blame it on Murph' baby [Chorus w/ ad libs] |
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