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from Drumline (드럼라인) by John Powell [ost] (2002)
kris kross
Jump Jump You should know, you should know that ahhh Kris Kross is not having anything today As we stand there totally krossed out We commence to make you Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump Don't try to compare us to another bad little fad I'm the Mac and I'm bad give you something that you never had I'll make ya Jump Jump wiggle and shake your rump Cause I'll be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna Jump How high? Real high Cause I'm just so fly A young loveable, huggable type of guy And everything is the back with a little slack And inside-out is wiggida wiggida wack I come stompin' with somethi' to keep you jumpin' R&B abd bullcrap is what I'm dumpin' And ain't something about Kris Kross we all that So when they ask to the rocks they believe that Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump uh huh uh huh Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump I let myself knockin' knockin' I love it when a girl is play jockin' jockin' The D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C Ya you know me I got you jumpin' an' pumpin' an' movin' all around G In the mix I make ya take a step back They try to step to the Mac then they got jacked To the back you'll be sportin' the gear that's coincidental And like you knowit so don't be claiming that it's mental Two lil' kids with a flow you ain't ever heard And none faking you can understand every word As you listen to my cool school melody The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump uh huh uh huh Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump Now, the formalities of this and that Is that Kris Kross ain't comin' off wack And for all ya'll sucks that don't know Check it out Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go Some of them try to rhyme but they can't Go Go Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy Miggida miggida miggida Mac Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy I make you wanna Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump uh huh uh huh (repeat 3 more times) Believe dat |
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from Nick Cannon - Your Pops Don't Like Me (2003)
It's like me and you
Me and my mans and your girlfriends too After tonight I'ma only visit you when the moon is blue Is that your man right there? What he doin' with you? Sayin' talk to the hands, is that still cute? Jimmy Choo boots, that's real cute Only chick in the place with style and grace And like, 5'8" with a tropical face And like, expensive taste, spotted my chain, that's right Get on my game, gotta see well hear that Is that a weave can't believe that I said that I don't know what possessed you to wear that Girl, you out of tap? Girl, wear that Wait to be not, make it hot, man, you feel that? Smashin' all across the states And I stays iced out like frosted flakes Anythin' you really wanna do, I'm with that Only wanna kick it with you, I'm with that Meet me in the parkin' lot at two, I'm with that But you gotta quit that attitude and get back to me I don't know you My name's not important, I'm as big as Elvis You think you're so cute Keep it real ma, you don't know me like that dance But I don't want to Believe me I don't give up that easy, girl Cause I kinda like your attitude I done been to every club in the world I seen them hot chicks and they blockin' and ugly home girls And ninety nine percent of the time It be hits like this brain washin' your mind Yo, you lookin' at my watch, just watchin' the time You think I'm gonna stop you must be out of your mind If you ain't V.I.P, then get out of the line Think I woke up one day and just decided to rhyme, nah I ain't got no problems with ya'll We all ken I'm tryin' to find a Barbie doll So I could get a phone number, call her tomorrow Ask her, how her night went with a superstar Yeah, that's what I was shootin' for I'm one hundred percent over the fence You like a mad mechanic throw in a wrench And my game mad 'cause you playin' the bench Anythin' you really wanna do, I'm with that Only wanna kick it with you, I'm with that Meet me in the parkin' lot at two, I'm with that But you gotta quit that attitude and get back to me I don't know you My names not important, I'm as big as Elvis You think you're so cute Keep it real ma, you don't know me like that dance But I don't want to Believe me I don't give up that easy, girl Cause I kinda like your attitude It's your attitude that got me whipped in my whip Like whips you [Incomprehensible] I can't be mad at you Lookin' good, you remind me of my Benz When I'm pushin' through the hood Twenty four inch rims steerin' wheel all good Envision the bigger picture for real it's all good Wouldn't ya'll do it if ya'll could? If ya'll could, wouldn't ya'll do it? But ya'll ain't for stardom On the road from autumn to autumn From Cali to Atlanta to Atlanta to Harlem You don't need Burt Reynolds for the Cannonball run Anythin' you really wanna do, I'm with that Only wanna kick it with you, I'm With that Meet me in the parkin' lot at two, I'm with that But you gotta quit that attitude and get back to me I don't know you My names not important, I'm as big as Elvis You think you're so cute Keep it real ma, you don't know me like that dance But I don't want to Believe me I don't give up that easy, girl Cause I kinda like your attitude Jam on it, jam on it I said, jam jigga jigga jam on it Get out of your seats and dance to ghetto beat Girl, don't be shy, just flaunt it Jam on it, jam on it I said, jam jigga jigga jam on it Get out of your seats and dance to ghetto beat Girl, don't be shy, just flaunt it |
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from Nick Cannon - Your Pops Don't Like Me (2003)
(Ok, ok, ok)
Nick Cannon (You know, you know, you know) Nick Cannon (Be funky) Nick Cannon (Nick Cannon around) Biz Markie (You know, you know, you know) (You know, you know, you know) Nick Cannon (Biz Markie) Get down for a minute and get all up in my mix Let me tell you how I been tight with Mic since kid We go back like corn rows perform shows We do it like veterans for sho 'cause were born froze The beat dropa, only thing between me and Mic is the P popa Live for Mic, die for Mic, like the chief Rocka We did it independent but then we went in bend it Capin' tho, what happen tho were rappen yo Cannon got so raw, if it wasn't for Mic I wouldn't have this far How you thing I got watch and drive this car My best friend Mic, my man be lookin' out Yo ask biz Mark what the hook about, come on What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) How could I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) Who would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) How could I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) My man Mic, he like my translator If I was Darth Vader he's like my light saber If was Mike Jordan he'd be my ball And like Mike Jackson we off the wall And like Mic, man we make heat And like Mike Tyson we can't be beat We eat M see's take CD's Or MP3's ya can't hear me with out Mic Keep out of beef and plenty of fights When ever brother got a grudge I call Mic When ever crowd won't budge I call Mic Said don't the club alright call Mic What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) How could I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) Who would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) How could I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) Microphone check 1-2 (My Mic, my Mic) Microphone check 1-2 (My Mic, my Mic) Its a hot track you cannot do [?] and ride to (My Mic, my Mic) So now that y'all know that Mic is my man In fact we so tight I keep it throw in my hand For real we responsible for all these grands All these thank you letters from all these fans Yo me and Mic, we spent five together Dress code black, gray fitted cap Mic, been around since they invented rap Effie Microphone check one-two spin it back That's they we suppose to do Mic, the Cat that hang out in the vocal booth He have my back and I have his They could call him uncle Mic if I have kids for real What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) How could I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) Who would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) How could I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) My Mic, my Mic, my Mic My Mic, my Mic, my Mic My Mic, my Mic, my Mic My Mic, my Mic, my Mic My Mic, my Mic, my Mic My Mic, my Mic, my Mic My Mic, my Mic, my Mic My Mic, my Mic, my Mic |
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from Nick Cannon - Your Pops Don't Like Me (2003)
Oh, females dads be trippin for real
I mean, Im a player with ma, right And see what had happened was I was hollerin at this chick in front of the 99 cent store Well, heres the whole story She was a tall slim, oh, chick I met last week At the mall, cute feet with the baby fat booty She paged me to come over the mall So I smashed in the crib, bumpin, cant walk {Oh, boy} With the doo rag on {Yo, boy} When she sang that song she turnin me on If would have known her pops was home Could have stayed at crib, hollered at her on the phone But pops got hot, he was old school pimpin Tank tops, flip flops and dress socks Rang dang when he came with the questions Boy, you were young and how knowin for the Lexus Im sorry, Mr. Jackson, but I sell records Nah, once again, I aint got a jail record Its Nick Cannon, the cat you aint used to The Rapper, actor, comedienneproducer I dont really like this dude, I cant stand him Where did he come from, tell me I dont really like this dude, I want so much So much more for my daughter (Your pops dont like me) I dont really like this dude, I cant stand him Where did he come from, tell me I dont really like this dude, I want so much So much more for my daughter (Your pops dont like me) When the girls from the ghetto act the size of they stilettos 6-7-8 wanna make us wait They wanna date, gotta ask pops You a grown woman, all that need to stop At the club, yeah, you have a thug at home or not You daddys little girl that he love a lot Well, he dont know about that tat you got, huh Nah, Im playin Im just rockin Sho |
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from Nivea - Nivea (2003)
You dont hear me, even tho you say you really feel me babay in my mind I cant stop thinking that you don't know you got my head up in the sky Everyday that goes by wen I'm with chu every minute I spend with chu oh how bad it hurts just to think it wouldnt werk I confess im into you, do what chu want me to boi u dont know just how bad im wantin you You dont even know how im feelin you (you dont even know) that I want cha, wanna be withcha babay you dont even know how im feelin you (you dont even know) that I need chu, gotta have u Now I'm secretly feelin you, I want chu to know baby that I wanna be yo lady yea not talkn just anythang, wanna be your everythang cum on now play with me boii, wanna bring you so much joy Everyday that goes by wen im with chu every minute i spend with chu oh how bad it hurts just to think it wouldnt werk I confess im into you, do what chu want me to boi u dont know just how bad im wantin you You dont even know how im feelin you (you dont even know) that I want cha, wanna be withcha babay you dont even know how im feelin you (you dont even know) that I need chu, gotta have u Keep callin chiccenheadz from pasadena to madena in my white beama, pull u over like trina yo I take em all sizes vita to misdeamenor but Nivea wen i seen ya, ugh u had me open like Vick's vapor rub Nick made chu love, den wakin up, u hook ur egg and bacon up Nick got chiccs feelin really really dumb cuz they dont know bout u feelin me, im feelin u what Well if u feelin what im spittin we gon kicc it tonight aint no need in wastin tyme boy I told chu ur fly we can roll out and we can wild out, letz get crazy cant see no other lady, den me callin u baby itz really truly devastatin dat chu wanna take my hand i had chu on my mind thinkn bout how we would vibe whyla it aint no secret, I put it out there on the line how im feelin ur style, ill go that extra mile You dont even know how im feelin you (you dont even know) that I want cha, wanna be withcha babay you dont even know how im feelin you (you dont even know) that I need chu, gotta have u< |
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from Gigolo by Nick Cannon [ost] (2003)
[Intro - R. Kelly] + (Nick Cannon)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh, uh, haha) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Kells!) (We in the club singing this for money, ha!) [Chorus - R. Kelly] I'm a gigolo, spending lotsa dough You can tell the way wide-body, sitting on vogues And how I'm shining, wit the fresh, fresh clothes Always surrounded, by so many (HO!) I'm a gigolo, always on the go Every time I turn around, I got another show Leave the club with about three in a row Drop in the Six, 'cause I love them (HO!) [Verse 1 - Nick Cannon] Shorty I, only got one night in town, tell me baby are you down Bushes we won't beat around, bushes we just eat 'em now Feeling yo Masqueno blouse, seven jean, Black and Lebonese Hair to her knees, please if you ever need a bachelor remember me Just rock to the melody, I got you in bed wit me I thought you would never leave You wanna name me Like A-Murray Know the chain freeze wrist be the same degrees Tryna get lil' mami, in that thang of reese Only getting in for free, if you came wit me Cause I'ma grown man, not B2K If I need a girlfriend, it won't be to-day No, I'm not tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body Rock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadi Me and Kells on Ducatis, wanna see you drop it shawty Oh weee, tryna leave the club, wit a groupie [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Nick Cannon] Ma I'm busy on tour, ma, you busy on the floor Ma I'm feeling yo heels, them Christian Diors I'm like David Beckham, keep a mean shoe game But like my favorite records, keep spinning new thangs Let my hair grow, cause I was looking for a change Shorty call me the Scare Crow, I'm looking for some brains In "The Wiz", there it go, here it is, where the show Cause through yo dress, I can see yo drawers So shorty just shake it, make a round of applause If you outta Hypnotic, 'notha round at the bar And when we parking lot pimping, they surrounding the car No, I'm not tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body Rock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadi Me and Kells on Ducatis, wanna see you drop it shawty Oh weee, tryna leave the club Wit a groupie, wit a groupie [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Nick Cannon] Mami, when we leave the club, leave wit us You don't need ya car keys, we goin' free in the bus And the way you wear ya jeans, is means to cuss So DAMN!, how you get them on, DAMN! big secrets on a Throwback chick, hotter than Ms. Vic Damone This the type of ... I'm on, not picking up the phone Unless you unblock ya joint, then put on ya coat Know when to hit, when Nick get in the booth Come through in something new, wit an invisible roof Oh the fans on my necklace seem invisible too When we do what we do, we can't be visible boo The last thing I need is lawsuits, all I did is call you Initiate the first move, shorty that was all you I'm not tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body Rock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadi Me and Kells on Ducatis, wanna see you drop it shawty, oh weee [Chorus] |
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from Nick Cannon - Nick Cannon (2003)
It's like me and you
Me and my mans and your girlfriends too After tonight I'ma only visit you when the moon is blue Is that your man right there? What he doin' with you? Sayin' talk to the hands, is that still cute? Jimmy Choo boots, that's real cute Only chick in the place with style and grace And like, 5'8" with a tropical face And like, expensive taste, spotted my chain, that's right Get on my game, gotta see well hear that Is that a weave can't believe that I said that I don't know what possessed you to wear that Girl, you out of tap? Girl, wear that Wait to be not, make it hot, man, you feel that? Smashin' all across the states And I stays iced out like frosted flakes Anythin' you really wanna do, I'm with that Only wanna kick it with you, I'm with that Meet me in the parkin' lot at two, I'm with that But you gotta quit that attitude and get back to me I don't know you My name's not important, I'm as big as Elvis You think you're so cute Keep it real ma, you don't know me like that dance But I don't want to Believe me I don't give up that easy, girl Cause I kinda like your attitude I done been to every club in the world I seen them hot chicks and they blockin' and ugly home girls And ninety nine percent of the time It be hits like this brain washin' your mind Yo, you lookin' at my watch, just watchin' the time You think I'm gonna stop you must be out of your mind If you ain't V.I.P, then get out of the line Think I woke up one day and just decided to rhyme, nah I ain't got no problems with ya'll We all ken I'm tryin' to find a Barbie doll So I could get a phone number, call her tomorrow Ask her, how her night went with a superstar Yeah, that's what I was shootin' for I'm one hundred percent over the fence You like a mad mechanic throw in a wrench And my game mad 'cause you playin' the bench Anythin' you really wanna do, I'm with that Only wanna kick it with you, I'm with that Meet me in the parkin' lot at two, I'm with that But you gotta quit that attitude and get back to me I don't know you My names not important, I'm as big as Elvis You think you're so cute Keep it real ma, you don't know me like that dance But I don't want to Believe me I don't give up that easy, girl Cause I kinda like your attitude It's your attitude that got me whipped in my whip Like whips you [Incomprehensible] I can't be mad at you Lookin' good, you remind me of my Benz When I'm pushin' through the hood Twenty four inch rims steerin' wheel all good Envision the bigger picture for real it's all good Wouldn't ya'll do it if ya'll could? If ya'll could, wouldn't ya'll do it? But ya'll ain't for stardom On the road from autumn to autumn From Cali to Atlanta to Atlanta to Harlem You don't need Burt Reynolds for the Cannonball run Anythin' you really wanna do, I'm with that Only wanna kick it with you, I'm With that Meet me in the parkin' lot at two, I'm with that But you gotta quit that attitude and get back to me I don't know you My names not important, I'm as big as Elvis You think you're so cute Keep it real ma, you don't know me like that dance But I don't want to Believe me I don't give up that easy, girl Cause I kinda like your attitude Jam on it, jam on it I said, jam jigga jigga jam on it Get out of your seats and dance to ghetto beat Girl, don't be shy, just flaunt it Jam on it, jam on it I said, jam jigga jigga jam on it Get out of your seats and dance to ghetto beat Girl, don't be shy, just flaunt it |
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from Nick Cannon - Nick Cannon (2003)
FT. B2k
(Nick Talking) 'Yo put the kids to bed Yo Shawty..I know you aint scared (Omarion) B2k and Nick Cannon.. Trackmasters..the Pied Piper (Verse One: Nick) Yo' the freaks come out at night I'm like Houdini with the magic stick When you turn out the lights Shawty grippin' my stomach tighter When I burn out on the bike Holla at the young thugs What we doing tonight I'm in the O.J. throwback jersey Dressed to kill,Bridget won't get it But Vanessa will,Vanessa's real Shawty got sex appeal You can hear this beat bangin from the exit still Pied Piper, we need something for these chicks to dance So look Mami Im trying to grind I'm not trying to romance you I'm just trying to get them pants loose Lets get private, 2 way text me T-Mobile sidekick One-on-One lets talk and neglect the gossip I'm as real as they come,Baby girl I got this My wrist all numb, you can watch the watch gliss We already bubbly we aint gotta pop Cris' (Chorus: Omarion) I come through My style is powder blue T's and nike shoes Plus chicks by the deuce(uh huh) Ain't no tellin what this man might do 'Cause tonight this man aint playing by the rules So tell me... Anybody feelin' freeeeaky? Anybody feelin' freeeeaky? Anybody feelin' freeeeaky? Anybody feelin' freeeeaky? (Verse Two: Nick) We tearin' the club like them boys did in the roxy Million dollar thug like I'm Ted D.B.I.C Crack game on the plain Probably think its Yahtzee Wrist on rocky, How you gone stop me Shawty like, "Papi", Crib like "Ozzy's" Imma show you how to ball girl just watch me Imma never quit like Whitney & Bobby Tell them chicks,either wanna get wit me or rob me Either way I let them strip me, 'cause this is my hobby After tonight, Shawty will you miss me? Probably But now I wanna see you shake your little body Lookin' for a shawty thats freaky & naughty 'Cause after the party you dont have to call me 'Cause Can' is the prodigy and I mobs deep If you rollin wit a playa, Mami c'mon Cause Imma keep it goin 'til 6 o'clock in the morning OOOH! (Chorus: Omarion) I come through My style is powder blue T's and nike shoes Plus chicks by the deuce(uh huh) Ain't no tellin what this man might do 'Cause tonight this man aint playing by the rules So tell me... Anybody feelin' freeeeaky? Anybody feelin' freeeeaky? Anybody feelin' freeeeaky? Anybody feelin' freeeeaky? (Verse Three: Nick) We make hits like the mafia(mafia) After the club hit the lobby, oooh(lobby, ooh) Girls always say "Nick you so cute, How you flippin rappin & actin too?" Well I do, what I can do, what I can do, when I can do it It aint algebra baby, its pimpin in my fluid Why them cats saying that Cannon should stick to acting Kill you in two bars, Daddy its quick to happen Wont know what caused it, But Nick will get you dancing You do it in the closet, you know you think Im handsome Yeah, the kid's real attractive Even pull hella chicks in a thriller jacket Now, Thriller's back, And Imma make you clap Oh that spot yall had? Yeah Im taking that And them chicks yall dreaming about We cleaning them out,One on the block Two in the car, three in the house Now thats a real six pack, daddy even it out UH! (Omarion) Aiiyo..B2k.. (Chorus: Omarion) I come through My style is powder blue T's and nike shoes Plus chicks by the deuce(uh huh) Ain't no tellin what this man might do 'Cause tonight this man aint playing by the rules So tell me... Anybody feelin' freeeeaky? Anybody feelin' freeeeaky?( uh huh) Anybody feelin' freeeeaky? Anybody feelin' freeeeaky?( uh huh) (Omarion) B2k and Nick Cannon.. Trackmasters..the Pied Piper (Lil' Fizz) 'Cuse me whats ya name? (Omarion) B2k and Nick Cannon.. Trackmasters..the Pied Piper (Lil' Fizz) 'Cuse me whats ya name? (Omarion talking) Don't say nothing |
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from Nick Cannon - Nick Cannon (2003)
[Intro - R. Kelly] + (Nick Cannon)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh, uh, haha) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Kells!) (We in the club singing this for money, ha!) [Chorus - R. Kelly] I'm a gigolo, spending lotsa dough You can tell the way wide-body, sitting on vogues And how I'm shining, wit the fresh, fresh clothes Always surrounded, by so many (HO!) I'm a gigolo, always on the go Every time I turn around, I got another show Leave the club with about three in a row Drop in the Six, 'cause I love them (HO!) [Verse 1 - Nick Cannon] Shorty I, only got one night in town, tell me baby are you down Bushes we won't beat around, bushes we just eat 'em now Feeling yo Masqueno blouse, seven jean, Black and Lebonese Hair to her knees, please if you ever need a bachelor remember me Just rock to the melody, I got you in bed wit me I thought you would never leave You wanna name me Like A-Murray Know the chain freeze wrist be the same degrees Tryna get lil' mami, in that thang of reese Only getting in for free, if you came wit me Cause I'ma grown man, not B2K If I need a girlfriend, it won't be to-day No, I'm not tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body Rock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadi Me and Kells on Ducatis, wanna see you drop it shawty Oh weee, tryna leave the club, wit a groupie [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Nick Cannon] Ma I'm busy on tour, ma, you busy on the floor Ma I'm feeling yo heels, them Christian Diors I'm like David Beckham, keep a mean shoe game But like my favorite records, keep spinning new thangs Let my hair grow, cause I was looking for a change Shorty call me the Scare Crow, I'm looking for some brains In "The Wiz", there it go, here it is, where the show Cause through yo dress, I can see yo drawers So shorty just shake it, make a round of applause If you outta Hypnotic, 'notha round at the bar And when we parking lot pimping, they surrounding the car No, I'm not tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body Rock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadi Me and Kells on Ducatis, wanna see you drop it shawty Oh weee, tryna leave the club Wit a groupie, wit a groupie [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Nick Cannon] Mami, when we leave the club, leave wit us You don't need ya car keys, we goin' free in the bus And the way you wear ya jeans, is means to cuss So DAMN!, how you get them on, DAMN! big secrets on a Throwback chick, hotter than Ms. Vic Damone This the type of ... I'm on, not picking up the phone Unless you unblock ya joint, then put on ya coat Know when to hit, when Nick get in the booth Come through in something new, wit an invisible roof Oh the fans on my necklace seem invisible too When we do what we do, we can't be visible boo The last thing I need is lawsuits, all I did is call you Initiate the first move, shorty that was all you I'm not tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body Rock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadi Me and Kells on Ducatis, wanna see you drop it shawty, oh weee [Chorus] |
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from Nick Cannon - Nick Cannon (2003)
Uh this real (its you that i owe)
I owe you (said i owe you) They say the ones you take for granted You miss the most Woke up every mornin to grits and toast School clothes spreadAt the foot of the bed Anything that i needed was there You get it prepared (yea) (you did it for me) Held it down when my pops and moms aint Repay you in a way That stocks and bonds caint Jus think Its that same little boy that used to break rules Spill kool-aid on the floor You was my father and my mother The mother of my father Known as my grandmother I reffer to you as mama Noone calmer or conciderit As you my dear Love my parents just as much But lets get one thing clear You raised me by choice and you didnt have to (mama) Showed me where to go when i had to use the bathroom Nasty thats true classy thats you (mama) Id give you my last breath if i had to [chorus:] When i stop,look back think about my life You gave me your love weather wrong or right Ooo i owe you come on I owe you (its you that i owe) When i was down and out And all my friends was gone You stayed by my side never left me alone Ooo i owe you (its you that i owe) (i owe you) I owe you (its you that i owe) (yes i do) Bethany, Sharron hack it Kept me wearing jackets Started triple phat Mama kept with the fashions Everlasting love Couldent ask enough Went to school, two jobs just to have for us Plus no child support, you did it on your own Independent women you the queen of my throne (you did it for me) Condos to one bedroom we called home Long as you was there i was never alone Though we had our ups and downs Its all up now You used to wear small fr |
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from Nick Cannon - Nick Cannon (2003)
Wooh, yeah, can I ball?
You don't have to do me like that ma Nick Cannon You almost had me But my inner pimp wouldn't let that happen, you dig? Know this chick named Tanya, down form East Yonkers Had me going honkers calm as [Incomprehensible] Losin' my cool, let's do this straight forward Shopping sprees in my nogamee When them other dudes call it don't bother me I'm a young Billy D, she Mohagany Moto chick taught her quick how to stick and move Bottles sip on the cris and we grip the groove She was my friend, my homie, my one and only Whiteys Tender, are n' be's Tenderomi My round the way, girl, now went down the block for me Wish she woulda told me, I'll be a [Incomprehensible] With Ronny, Bobby, Ricky and Tony Tryna play it pimp and pimp a player Little momma, don't ya know I got chicks to spare You was my first round drag on the benches over there Oh, I used to be in love How could you ever do me wrong [Incomprehensible] so low, pretty so and so I need a maid to come and take me Oh, I used to be in love How could you ever do me wrong [Incomprehensible] so low, pretty so and so I need a maid to come and take me Silly of me to fall in love with a chick Puttin' dubs on a six, diamond flood on her wrist In the club handcuffed and they huggin' And Chinchilla furs Jakub, his and hers Now, what you gettin' is gettin' on my nerves Used to go out with laundry mouse to splurge Foreign designers can't pronounce the words Try to get you to glam alike Ever since I bew your spot you got hammers like Shoulda played your position like Vannah White Never knew me and you could be man and wife Now it's no more love, we just us No more me and you, no more us No more we can cruise hit the city bus Can't believe that I fell for you I guess it's true, gigolos get lonely too Oh, I used to be in love How could you ever do me wrong [Incomprehensible] so low, pretty so and so I need a maid to come and take me Oh, I used to be in love How could you ever do me wrong [Incomprehensible] so low, pretty so and so I need a maid to come and take me Yo, we used to be you, shotgun in da six hum New Puerto Rican chick with a slick bun I got your rum, got your rocks Got your, oh daddy, please don't stop I was your best thing going, now just your mail ticket Goin' out there movin', shorty, we can still kick it Hate to admit it, have me spendin' for a minute If you say you didn't get it, yeah, you can still get it You said all you want is love and affection Used to be my angel, then you started vexin' Took you out bough you all kinds of things Then it got too high and burned off your wings Up and down, the block with Dexter sayin' jock I ain't mad at ya 'cause the pimpin' don't stop I hold the name of the game, my chick chose him It's nothin' to get knocked off, I'm feelin' all slim Oh, I used to be in love How could you ever do me wrong [Incomprehensible] so low, pretty so and so I need a maid to come and take me Oh, I used to be in love How could you ever do me wrong [Incomprehensible] so low, pretty so and so I need a maid to come and take me Feel more slim It's nothin' to get knocked off Feel, knocked off Feel more slim It's nothin' to get knocked off Feel more, knocked off Feel more slim |
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from Nick Cannon - Nick Cannon (2003)
Can I be your main girl? (Of course you can) Can I be the one for you (Uh, it's Nick Cannon) Can I be your main girl? (Of course you can) Let me be the one, you believe in (Haha, yeah. Ha, it's like this. What) Yo it's rule number one, If you wanna be my main girl, Gotta keep your hair tight, Toes right, yeah girl You gotta be a girl who, Has a lot of virtue, Like to party in the club, But she go to church too, I need a chick who jet skis, sky dives, surf too, Boo you spit a verse too? Nah, I don't deserve you, Yo I gotta have a chick that's with a Blockbuster night, When we caught up in some beef, On a Blockbuster fight Additude is heavy pullin' stunts out of spite, Yo even when she heated, Shorty cussin' light, 36-24-38, Ha, give or take, Nah, her size don't matter, Goals and ambitions gotta be a go-getter, Prada in the summer and Gabbana in the winter, If you fit this description of the girl in this rhyme (I'll make you mine) Can I be your main girl? (Of course you can) Can I be the one for you (Uh, it's Nick Cannon) Can I be your main girl? (Of course you can) Let me be the one, you believe in (Haha, uh uh, haha, uh) Yo I'm lookin' for a co-star, Tryin' to keep you closer, In my holster, like a thoroughbred supposed to, Uh, I need a J-Lo chick, Not worry about her, Chris, or Ben Affleck, Yeah, I did a few flicks, My chicks above average, No bad habits, no baggage from past trips, Workin' real hard part time taking classes, Girl I gotta give you credit, So, here's my plastic, Yo, I need a chick that won't take Nick for granted, A h |
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from Nick Cannon - Nick Cannon (2003)
(Ok, ok, ok)
Nick Cannon (You know, you know, you know) Nick Cannon (Be funky) Nick Cannon (Nick Cannon around) Biz Markie (You know, you know, you know) (You know, you know, you know) Nick Cannon (Biz Markie) Get down for a minute and get all up in my mix Let me tell you how I been tight with Mic since kid We go back like corn rows perform shows We do it like veterans for sho 'cause were born froze The beat dropa, only thing between me and Mic is the P popa Live for Mic, die for Mic, like the chief Rocka We did it independent but then we went in bend it Capin' tho, what happen tho were rappen yo Cannon got so raw, if it wasn't for Mic I wouldn't have this far How you thing I got watch and drive this car My best friend Mic, my man be lookin' out Yo ask biz Mark what the hook about, come on What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) How could I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) Who would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) How could I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) My man Mic, he like my translator If I was Darth Vader he's like my light saber If was Mike Jordan he'd be my ball And like Mike Jackson we off the wall And like Mic, man we make heat And like Mike Tyson we can't be beat We eat M see's take CD's Or MP3's ya can't hear me with out Mic Keep out of beef and plenty of fights When ever brother got a grudge I call Mic When ever crowd won't budge I call Mic Said don't the club alright call Mic What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) How could I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) Who would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) How could I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) Microphone check 1-2 (My Mic, my Mic) Microphone check 1-2 (My Mic, my Mic) Its a hot track you cannot do [?] and ride to (My Mic, my Mic) So now that y'all know that Mic is my man In fact we so tight I keep it throw in my hand For real we responsible for all these grands All these thank you letters from all these fans Yo me and Mic, we spent five together Dress code black, gray fitted cap Mic, been around since they invented rap Effie Microphone check one-two spin it back That's they we suppose to do Mic, the Cat that hang out in the vocal booth He have my back and I have his They could call him uncle Mic if I have kids for real What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) How could I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) Who would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) How could I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) My Mic, my Mic, my Mic My Mic, my Mic, my Mic My Mic, my Mic, my Mic My Mic, my Mic, my Mic My Mic, my Mic, my Mic My Mic, my Mic, my Mic My Mic, my Mic, my Mic My Mic, my Mic, my Mic |
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from Nick Cannon - Nick Cannon (2003)
Uh can I ball?
yeah can I ball? uh can I ball? This is to every female that's ever been in my life Flesh of my flesh bone of my bone (I feel you playboy) Dust to dust uh (for real) [Verse 1] My rib, my wiz, my dip, my boo My chick, my sugar, my shorty all you My dove, my dogg, my love, my rock My love for you, my love don't stop My life, my dream, my wife, my queen My essence, my coach, my playa, my team My buddy, my baby, my lovey, my lady My shelter, my helper, my pain, I felt you My diamond, my gold, my Zion, my soul My spirit, my flesh, my chest, you hold My shield, my skill, my will be still My youngin', my pumpkin, my sweetness, my somethin' My dumpling, my daisy, my freak you crazy My woman, my girl, my misses, my world My breezy, she need me, believe me be easy My kid, my bid, we live my rib [Chorus 2x] You are my rib and I can't deny Closer than my flesh and bone And my love we share is strong [Verse 2] Yo style, yo smile, yo walk, yo mile Yo dress, yo stress, you saving yo sex You blessed, yo views, yo joys, yo boos Yo eyes, yo moves, yo heart, no clues Yo opinion, yo minion, over yo whole livin' Yo home, yo givin, yo virtue, he hurt you Yo wounds, you nurture, yo curfew, yo class Yo curve, yo (whoa), yo glory, yo past Yo story, yo stash, yo mercy, yo grace Yo voice, yo face, yo pace, yo taste Yo morals, yo goals, yo steps, yo toes Yo sent, yo strength, yo friends, yo foes Yo prayers, yo cares, yo tears, yo cheers From yours to my ears, yo crown, yo frown Yo palms, yo moms, yo kid you give We live, we did, me and you my rib uh [Chorus 2x] < |
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from Nick Cannon - Nick Cannon (2003)
[Intro]
Talk to your girl dog she down for you you just got to make sure you down for her [Verse 1 (Nick Cannon)] We was doin from day one a feeling that i couldn't escape from seems like a dream i don't wanna await from alot of things that i can't get away from alot of stress i just wanna erase em you da reason why i'm hard at work you think my job is chasin baller skirts i ain't got to search baby doll you're first see you got this touch that revolve to earth i know you sweat when i'm out on tour i was max and maturable and adorable for alot of balls to step from my hotel door couldn't even recall what i go there for but i was much younger much dumber out of touch so i bring my less on the summer crazy amazingly you forgave me turn around and say to me [Chorus (Mary J. Blige)] Whenever you need me babe just call my name no matter whatever you done you know that i'll be there i'm down for you whatever you're goin through whenever you need me babe you know that i'll be there [Verse 2 (Nick Cannon)] yo every man needs a rider beside her my rider to is clinon was to pick em up off the bottom whatever he need she got em and vise versa even though his style might hurt her a phone call is a phone call to a fella but to women it falls under the same umbrella it's trust plus honesty respect gotta jugle em all try not to neglect cuz if something go wrong it be hard to correct they forgive but never forget no matter how many diamonds you sit on they neck you look at invisible set they be they be invisible next that's why i hold my home team down no matter how much of this world i'm going around i'm gonna treat you da right way it always feel good when you say... [Repeat chorus] [Verse 3] now as soon as the media get a hold of the vocal they gonna try figure the motive the reason i wrote who da girl on my arm at the movie premiere who da one in the drop with the wind in her hair poparatzzi watch but to see pops don't like me and thats wherever i might be so i need a girl to stand and to understand and stand next to cannon cuz i got a plan and i ain't tryin put no weight on ya girl but it's hard to have alove affair in front of the world everytime you move every step you make bein watched possibly videotaped that's why i need a place where i can escape from and another soul and wich my soul can relate and i probably make a lot of mistakes but i still need to hear somebody say... [repeat chorus 3x] |
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from Nick Cannon - Nick Cannon (2003)
Yo lets do this for the grown folks [Chorus] Broken glass everywhere We hit the 6 in the mornin like we just dont care Girl who u rollin to the club with{you} Girl who u turnin all them bottles with{you} Girl who u rollin on them dubs with{you} Girl who u freakin in the tub with{you} Broken glass everywhere We hit the 6 in the mornin like we just dont care Girl who u tryna get smart with{you} Girl who u rollin them eyes at{you} Girl who ur girl tryna holla at{you} Girl who y'all leavin the club with{you} [Verse 1] Yo shorty watchu wanna do A stars up in front of u All tall lookin wonderful Carja I gotta few I gotta few ounce up in Malibu U would come back the same shade of them things thats around u All up in the club with thugs like we bad Addicted to them chicks should be up in rehab And the ice got em stuck freeze tag Yo man the myth the Nick Cannon he's bad But I aint never seen a chick work it out like u And I aint never seen a chick wear a blouse like u And I aint never seen a chick wail out like u The way u pop it drop it mama I think I like u So come uptown Malibu where the soups hot and blue I wanna see u move and get a smile outta u [Chorus] [Verse 2] All up into woman keep layin next to me Cannon the kid that make skinny sexy Sexes hefty and ma's with lefty Saw a puerto rican mami and she wanna bless me A chick named Leslie others connected me He gave her the two-way and she keep on textin me Im from Texas named Lexas Shorty only want me cuz she like my necklace But when Im in town its bed and breakfast I thought u knew theres a few on my checklist Girl in the phot |
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from Nick Cannon - Nick Cannon (2003)
Oh, females dads be trippin for real
I mean, Im a player with ma, right And see what had happened was I was hollerin at this chick in front of the 99 cent store Well, heres the whole story She was a tall slim, oh, chick I met last week At the mall, cute feet with the baby fat booty She paged me to come over the mall So I smashed in the crib, bumpin, cant walk {Oh, boy} With the doo rag on {Yo, boy} When she sang that song she turnin me on If would have known her pops was home Could have stayed at crib, hollered at her on the phone But pops got hot, he was old school pimpin Tank tops, flip flops and dress socks Rang dang when he came with the questions Boy, you were young and how knowin for the Lexus Im sorry, Mr. Jackson, but I sell records Nah, once again, I aint got a jail record Its Nick Cannon, the cat you aint used to The Rapper, actor, comedienneproducer I dont really like this dude, I cant stand him Where did he come from, tell me I dont really like this dude, I want so much So much more for my daughter (Your pops dont like me) I dont really like this dude, I cant stand him Where did he come from, tell me I dont really like this dude, I want so much So much more for my daughter (Your pops dont like me) When the girls from the ghetto act the size of they stilettos 6-7-8 wanna make us wait They wanna date, gotta ask pops You a grown woman, all that need to stop At the club, yeah, you have a thug at home or not You daddys little girl that he love a lot Well, he dont know about that tat you got, huh Nah, Im playin Im just rockin Sho |
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