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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
I'm feelin' that 2x, is you wit' me?
I'm the type you see at the bar, fresh, buyin' it up And every girl I talk to, yeah I'm tryin' to cut I tell'em all I'm Chi Chi and it's nice to meet ya Real quick, I tell how she got all the right features The jams come on and the glasses get refilled We dance and watch the relations build Now I'm all up in her ear and she listenin' At the same time, watchin' how a nigga glistenin' BLING! BLING! I'm thinkin' it's bout time to go Get the B out of valet and start the late night show Niggas hate, I know but I don't stop I shine I'm in the club every week, same place, same time Same thing on the mind, PARTY! PARTY! So the hell with all that, we tryin' to find somebody The right kind 'fore the lights come off Shit, I'm tryin' to take sumpin' home *Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up Then, uh, you goin' home with me (and all my niggas say) And if you talkin' at a party and we talk too much Then, uh, we goin' home with me Now if you came with a friend that don't wanna do my man Then you need to give her your keys Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard? Now, is it because my name's Jermaine? no It's all about how I kick my game, you know? I just flow with it, spend a little dough with it Entertain, before you know, I'm in your brain doing my thang Tellin' you how good you smell Send you up for a drop top cruise through the A-T-L Now when they tipsy, it's risky, you don't know what you facin' Fuck around and end up like Anthony Mason So I let'em know a few things before we leave Like, "it's true, I tapes damn near everything" So don't even think about lyin', baby Or try baby, to set me up for rape cause it's all on tape Where you said put the cake How you fed me the grapes What I did with the ice that made you shake, shake Now when the night's over and the girl is gone I'm back up in the club singin' the same damn song *Repeat Now, walk in, I'm the grown man that you figure to trick But I'm feelin' your dress, girl and lovin' your hips But I'm buggin' off this, "Why you stuck on the wrist?" Golddigger, huh, mommy? Oh, you ain't that bitch? Ain't that some shit? Suddenly, you hugs and kisses Gotta be the dough you holdin' so obvious wit' it I get G's to flash, T.V.'s in the dash See Sinbad, watchin' Vibe, ladies clockin' to ride Luxury flows, lengerie hoes, R.O.C. hit'em mo' than Jose Conseco Uh, RBI's, orange top fly, the brown skin, slim The nice braids, brown eyes R.O.C.'s stay pimpin' from Jersey to Richmond Y'all playas waitin' to ball like 6th men I'm done with the game, point spread by a hundred Speakin' of hundreds, five's is a nice way to slide it, let's ride *Repeat |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Biiiiiiiiiach
What cha wanna do (2x) We're the Legion of Doom (3x) 1472 is the same cut throat and locs and plenty dopes can you cope You can call me Count Chocula I control all the bitches, Chi-Chi control the riches and fly surf the snitches Look up in the sky as the fly My herion wip, clip on hip, now trip on this A bunch of outlaws try to take my town set up shop, run me out, and cut me down And how that safe, when I'm the illa-superhero born and raised on that muthafucking underground Brrrrbrrrrbrrrr stick 'em, ha haha stick 'em try to catch me slip 'em but now you about to be my victim I'm not aquaman but a aqua-boogie I'm sorta like a monster, chasin' cookies And I spin a web any size you can call me to fly I walk walls and this is for all my dogs (WOOF!) I'm like the wonder twins, my style activates the many niggas get in it and try to paper hate It's fly, the rider maine and ri (man, man) I do it like a muthafucking rider And I represent all the time and I represent the mad ass fuckin' eastside (eastside) -look out, look out, come out cause here comes the rider man (rider man), nigga I rock the blue cake on 'em, drop the weight on 'em the more they hate, the more I elevate on 'em I swerve and collect, serve and protect never hit the streets without the ice on my neck I'm all about partying, hoes, and getting paper they call me Chi-Chi and do it up cape crusader Contact through the frame no mistakes to bank rules back in town and it's on us to shut 'em down now fly what cha wanna do (nigga what) Let's put this shit down my lil' homey Mr. Turner with the murder He got my back you know he put me up on game When they get up, they getting lite up, heat that shit up Enough sed, don't tell it, jus sell it we blowin' in the wind and we gunna ride til' we win young soldier stickin' to it we put the folger It's your turn gone get on up and get the light and don't forget to grab your strap *Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't it's the Legion of Doom ain't a damn thing changed Keep it safe and sound, get it locked down and you don't have to worry when we in your town x2 Just a young muthafucker from the street forced to be a G-angsta, knock-knock with a glock, pump- pump answer Throw your hands up nigga, yeah death's a callin went from petty deaf bank robber straight to ballin' Stop with us, walk with us as we bust through the doors 40's fallin' like parts in us off in dust steroes got many hoes in, plenty dope plus we fly as fuck Duct tape while room up, toe tag 'em have him feel the strength of a black magnum Body bag him, nobody is as bad as them as shown as them, set kissed like FM Life in 1-4-7 to the deuce, right then I slipped in the bullet-proof suit And swoop down on the bank ruler with the gats waiting for the permission to cancel his ass Handle his ass I love to see his guts and his blood spill and cracked up as I drugged as I rise flying up high with a 45 if a red demon in it from the sky Drop and i put the barrel right between his eyes and said you fuck with the Legion and now you must die We serve and protect all the hustlers and G's from the west to the north, south and back to the east *Repeat (x2) Look up in the sky (in the sky) No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) When we in your town (in your town) Look up in the sky (in the sky) No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) And you won't have to worry when we in your town (in your town....) |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
(feat. Mr. Black & R.O.C.)
(JD) See Quick, I told you man once we get a beat man Shit like this right here I got my nigga Black for me, uh I got my nigga R.O.C. for me, uh And y'all know who the fuck I be And for a long time I think niggaz been taking So So Def for a joke But I guess that's why we rich and y'all niggaz is broke (R.O.C.) Y'all got one chance to flow I let y'all know While y'all stretch your mouth I stretch my dough Also stretch the doors on my Navigators Long as the Olajuwon Rock mine a Phenomenon Mr. Smith style You wanna get uh, oh here he is now Dot to the O caughted blow your shit down Dot to the C you're feelin' me now? Anyhow y'all niggaz can't measure up I'm here to get my cheddar and who ever mess it up? Then I'mma blow these rounds out, wet 'em up For my dawgs like DMX who pound like Kurupt And Snoopy in the club getting at the groupies Stash the uzi tonight flash the jewelry And just post up we can't be touched All my niggaz say, "WHAT WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK"! (UH) B-boy style hot like tical Four, five cal, check into the profile of a killa Sonny Black my mellow, my ace playa get on the Microphone and rock it please (Mr. Black) I'm make y'all niggaz feel the hit homie None of y'all motherfuckers know me Three times a niggaz like T.O.N.Y. All up in your spot like Navy Seals, wave your steel Lay your shit down, clown I'm for real Spittin' Crips for chips, plant bombs in your whip I bring the pain to the game on the real tip what? Hittin' niggaz like JFK For the pounds and the bricks and yay, hear what I say? Squeezing off, just to mash and releasing off Y'all motherfuckers shouldn't be so soft Oh you type thug niggaz Frump niggaz, yo I got no love niggaz Expect the worse yo check it can make you see the hearse Tell mama I'm about to break the button for the nurse niggaz don't want it but they think they do And soldiers should never fuck with me and my crew, who? 1 - (JD) You know I'm gonna make them dance when I step in the club (R.O.C.) Well I know another way to make 'em put their hands up (All) I drop the beat on I cock the heat on I got this party niggaz We lock the street corners Repeat 1 (R.O.C.) Well it's him again, the Timbaland lacer You trembling in the faces, Detroit hates us Take us, come smooth the hard shit, rock jewelry Like Mr. Antarctic Watch our hands move regardless of the chartless Cock your automatic So the safest thing for you to do is shut the fuck up Let my crew do this (UH) like this niggaz from the bricks and (UH) You don't want NWK to get to ya So you heard we make believers out of dreamers Now we make murder cases out of sleepers S to the motherfuckers O to the S to the y'all damned O to the D to the E F-uck you 'cause we buck you, Y'all niggaz cant touch us (Mr. Black) Assume my position 'cause papermaking's a must Straight mangle motherfuckers when it's time to bust Lace flows with angel dust all up in your spot We got no things with us, kind of dangerous Don't fuck around and get caught in a verbal onslaught 'Cause I'm label your bills and my man Too $hort , ooh Lord Getting down one more time For making motherfuckers who be out on the run I gotta get mine daily can't let these motherfuckers fade me That's just the way my mama made me Top size rider from the get go, known to spit flows And keep them niggaz on their tiptoes I goes to the extremity blind with weed and hennesy I know you niggaz don't remember me Got the flow poetic, and I stay diamond setted Running over tracks like I'm Libyan, here's the past Labeled a pussy, cash see her bounce Shaking, moving, waiting, sipping the ounce What's up with that? None of y'all niggaz can fuck with Black Motherfucker where's your focus at? JD my mellow my ace get on the mic and come rock please (JD) Nigga I feel like why you gon come if ain't on time And ain't no need in coming out if you ain't gonna shine That's why I am why I am with mine and y'all sick While y'all keep it real we keep it rich Just clowning, pounding, riding around in Some of the most elite shit to ever hit the town Screaming out how you like me now and I'm gettin busier I stay platinum while y'all get dizzier The difference between y'all is I get 'em out of their seats And my balling techniques is out of your reach Live and direct from the Peach State Where we make hits, deep grits and steak, homes laced We never hit the breaks just continue to speed Y'all don't wanna fuck with me? |
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from Big Momma's House (빅 마마 하우스) by George S. Clinton [ost] (2000)
(feat. Blaque & R.O.C.)
[JE & Blaque] Ooh, ooh Come on, come on, come on [1] - [JE & Blaque] Yo you can always go I'm saying yo If you ain't with it You can split it baby Yo forgive me I am not for you Gotta let you know Baby you can be just like wall Just let me know And you can go [Blaque] Just wanna know why You don't be here like you're supposed to Just wanna know why Do you - and why you drink so much to Just wanna know why You can't be what I want you to be If you want me, oh yeah (Yo, yo, yo, yo) [JE & Blaque] You know, I know You ain't try-na change so You go, I go We ain't gotta stress no more You know we ain't gotta stress no more [Repeat 1] [Jagged Edge] Just wanna know why You always trippin' about what I don't do (Why you trippin'?) Just wanna know why You try-na change me When you got at me Don't think that you're better than me Just cause you don't get down me Let a man be a man be a man Or I'mma go, yeah (Yo, yo, yo, yo) [JE & Blaque] You know, I know You ain't try-na change so You go, I go We ain't gotta stress no more You ain't gotta stress no more Baby you can go, yeah [Repeat 1] [Jagged Edge] You say you want me Baby now I see That you just wanna change me [Blaque] No, you're not what you said you were So you can get your things and go [R.O.C.] We can go bounce, baby bounce, be out As a matter fact mama wait a minute (Hold up!) This is my house So yeah I ain't going no where so pack yours Have a good life, whoa THAT AIN'T YOURS Forget it I have another White Amara Under the covers baby I'm the R.O.C. Hopefully I'll call ya Yeah sure please do me a favor If you gon' leave twist lock the door And drop the keys, ya know [Repeat 1] |
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from Hardball (하드볼) by Mark Isham [ost] (2001)
Yo Bent, let's get to the club man
[Hook] R-O-C, if this is what ya want Then put cha' hands up high and keep em' up My dudes, my dimes then this is what cha' get All playa, makin' paper, breakin' haters represent So So, let's go, the D to the EF Now put cha' hands up high and keep em' up Let's drink and smoke and tear the party up Now put cha' hands up again and tell me who ya love [Verse 1] Clothes, cash, cars, glass Mary Blige or the cranberry and naj 22 wenches are so often witches A couple of mansions, a couple of Benz's Flows is endless, dough tremendous No one comprehends is the way I pen this All of my men's is in jeans and Tims's Came to get the club doors off the hinges Wired right now, turn these lights down The DJ booth's on fire right now Middle of the club with the thugs, I'm iced down Half grape juice, half papaya right now All my ladies, let's be swayzie My man got the Bentley, I got the Mercedes So let's just say we, hit 280 And rep for the Bricks cause my hook is crazy [Hook] [Verse 2] Say (HIT ME ROC!) All of the women in the club Who love feelin' the villains and thugs Say (HIT ME ROC!) Maybe I will But the dress, heels, head gotta be ill, but still I tear they brain up with hella game Numb chicks like novicaine every time I flow a game The best that has ever came Remember Mary Blige told you I was everything It's still the same, reala game, illa chain Used to pump cane up in Jersey, over where Lauryn Hill would hang But now it's just an overseas villa thang I love to hear my name, ladies would you say again [Hook] [Verse 3] Like this, like that, and like this and uh My machine gun funks like Christopher Now let me see y'all jump, bounce, get up Puff something, pop something, slug till ya spit up I'm so lit up Used to have love fuckin' girls in my heart but my chain froze it up You know what's up, 9-7 grid I come through in a crooked letter UV Dippin' missin' competitions Only wishin' for the mortician 6-4 sits on hydro suspension (Bounce) Manuscriptin' my intuition (Bounce) Shine and glitzin' my mind is missin' But any beat chu' find, the rhyme just sits in the loop (Uh huh) And ain't no substitute I'm a fly motherfucker all about the loot, come on [Hook] [Verse 4] Say (PICK ME ROC!) All of my mommies in the party, movin' they body When you see me at the bar say (PICK ME ROC!) Then show me ya thong, and it's on Come on all my ladies sing along [Hook] |
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from Lil' Bow Wow - Bounce With Me [single] (2000)
JD (Lil Bow Wow)-
Uh-huh, yo (Oh, oh) Uh-huh, yo (Uh-huh, oh, oh) Uh-huh, yo (Bounce, bounce) See around here (Uh-huh, uh, huh-uh) I make things that make y’all bounce Ya know? Heh, ya know what I mean? (Yeah, yeah) Left to right, right to left (Uh-huh, uh-huh) It’s So So Def (Yeah uh) And uh it’s going down Ya know what I mean? (Yeah) My man Bow Wow (Bow Wow, yeah hear me now) Yeah ya heard? (Check it out) Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go! (Peep game, let’s go) Lil Bow Wow- Around here we pop them coddles Around here we get them dollars Every girl I see that look right A nigga like me just gotta holla This kid here all about stackin’ up Got big head but we can back it up Long cause everybody get crunk When we drop in the club starts acting up I represent the S-O-S-O, D-E-F-M-O-B That’s me, JD, Da Brat, and JE So please believe What I do ain’t never been done Ohio is where I’m from I heard what you said And I saw what you do And y’all playas really don’t want none From the day to the night, I ROCK Say what you like, NEVER NOT Stayin’ alive, living the life Gots to keep it hot Shotgun in the drop Riding good, twenties, TVs, leather and wood Poppin’, watching Big Momma Holdin’ it down like a playa should Sing-a-long now! Xscape- All I wanna do is see ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Grab a partner hit the floor Bounce with me, bounce with me Some clap, clap others stomp But around here we get it crunk when ya Bounce with me, bounce with me All I wanna do is see ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Grab a partner hit the floor Bounce with me, bounce with me Some clap, clap others stomp But around here we get it crunk when ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Lil Bow Wow- It’s the B to the O-W Wow even your girl fall in love When I smile The tight little guy you ain’t seen in a while Ignore the hype, just right for you size I get in where I fit in Braided up, made the bucks And I’m still a kid Imagine what life like when I get big I’mma be rich surrounded by chicks Couple of cars, couple of cribs Gettin’ a couple of mills Shining every time I feel You see how So So get ill You don’t want no stuff up in here Bow to the Wow ? in your ear now I get down cause I’m hit bound And I rock an iced out Mickey Mouse around my neck And I hang on niggas like Vince Carter With his palm on his neck And I outta snatch up your daughters But I was brought up with respect When I tu 16 I’mma call her though And show her how to ride with a baller yo Let her know why it wouldn’t hurt her To fall in love with a nigga like me along time ago Sing-a-long now! Xscape- All I wanna do is see ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Grab a partner hit the floor Bounce with me, bounce with me Some clap, clap others stomp But around here we get it crunk when ya Bounce with me, bounce with me All I wanna do is see ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Grab a partner hit the floor Bounce with me, bounce with me Some clap, clap others stomp But around here we get it crunk when ya Bounce with me, bounce with me All I wanna do is see ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Grab a partner hit the floor Bounce with me, bounce with me Some clap, clap others stomp But around here we get it crunk when ya Bounce with me, bounce with me All I wanna do is see ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Grab a partner hit the floor Bounce with me, bounce with me Some clap, clap others stomp But around here we get it crunk when ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Jermaine Dupri- I, I, I wanna see you bounce with me now Take, take, take it down to the ground with me now Shake, shake, shake it all around the town with me now What’cha gon do shorty, what’cha gon do |
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from Lil' Bow Wow - Bounce With Me [single] (2000)
JD (Lil Bow Wow)-
Uh-huh, yo (Oh, oh) Uh-huh, yo (Uh-huh, oh, oh) Uh-huh, yo (Bounce, bounce) See around here (Uh-huh, uh, huh-uh) I make things that make y’all bounce Ya know? Heh, ya know what I mean? (Yeah, yeah) Left to right, right to left (Uh-huh, uh-huh) It’s So So Def (Yeah uh) And uh it’s going down Ya know what I mean? (Yeah) My man Bow Wow (Bow Wow, yeah hear me now) Yeah ya heard? (Check it out) Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go! (Peep game, let’s go) Lil Bow Wow- Around here we pop them coddles Around here we get them dollars Every girl I see that look right A nigga like me just gotta holla This kid here all about stackin’ up Got big head but we can back it up Long cause everybody get crunk When we drop in the club starts acting up I represent the S-O-S-O, D-E-F-M-O-B That’s me, JD, Da Brat, and JE So please believe What I do ain’t never been done Ohio is where I’m from I heard what you said And I saw what you do And y’all playas really don’t want none From the day to the night, I ROCK Say what you like, NEVER NOT Stayin’ alive, living the life Gots to keep it hot Shotgun in the drop Riding good, twenties, TVs, leather and wood Poppin’, watching Big Momma Holdin’ it down like a playa should Sing-a-long now! Xscape- All I wanna do is see ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Grab a partner hit the floor Bounce with me, bounce with me Some clap, clap others stomp But around here we get it crunk when ya Bounce with me, bounce with me All I wanna do is see ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Grab a partner hit the floor Bounce with me, bounce with me Some clap, clap others stomp But around here we get it crunk when ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Lil Bow Wow- It’s the B to the O-W Wow even your girl fall in love When I smile The tight little guy you ain’t seen in a while Ignore the hype, just right for you size I get in where I fit in Braided up, made the bucks And I’m still a kid Imagine what life like when I get big I’mma be rich surrounded by chicks Couple of cars, couple of cribs Gettin’ a couple of mills Shining every time I feel You see how So So get ill You don’t want no stuff up in here Bow to the Wow ? in your ear now I get down cause I’m hit bound And I rock an iced out Mickey Mouse around my neck And I hang on niggas like Vince Carter With his palm on his neck And I outta snatch up your daughters But I was brought up with respect When I tu 16 I’mma call her though And show her how to ride with a baller yo Let her know why it wouldn’t hurt her To fall in love with a nigga like me along time ago Sing-a-long now! Xscape- All I wanna do is see ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Grab a partner hit the floor Bounce with me, bounce with me Some clap, clap others stomp But around here we get it crunk when ya Bounce with me, bounce with me All I wanna do is see ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Grab a partner hit the floor Bounce with me, bounce with me Some clap, clap others stomp But around here we get it crunk when ya Bounce with me, bounce with me All I wanna do is see ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Grab a partner hit the floor Bounce with me, bounce with me Some clap, clap others stomp But around here we get it crunk when ya Bounce with me, bounce with me All I wanna do is see ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Grab a partner hit the floor Bounce with me, bounce with me Some clap, clap others stomp But around here we get it crunk when ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Jermaine Dupri- I, I, I wanna see you bounce with me now Take, take, take it down to the ground with me now Shake, shake, shake it all around the town with me now What’cha gon do shorty, what’cha gon do |
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from Lil' Bow Wow - Beware Of Dog (2000)
Uh Ohh u done crossed the line
Beware of the dog is right there on the sign U got a mucle now getem now putem dont dropem let me see u get crunk There will neva be another one wit his style Puppy town Bow Wow Im tha 18 letta and this playboy representin it foeva cant do it betta Neva wheneva whoeva howeva u test yo leva breath again neva So whateva im pass the mike down to the B-o-ww-ow u in trouble [bowwow] Aint nottin like a lil cat wit his mind write in tha lime light chasin a dream At tha same time makin some cream Nickname scary cause i know how to make em scream Everytime im seen im fool of flash Everytime im out pockets full of cash Aint about my team aint no need to ask We steady steady keep puttin down the smash I was the feem Before i became a teen I known that microphone put up cones of ice cream And thats why i dont care who u are When it comes to me u gotta raise the bar This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone and this play boy goin break ya heard This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone and this play boy goin break ya heard Who u think gion lock down this whole hole south east Brook cards like a breef hang blangs like a reef i wish one of u bussters would spark some beef i swear to god its goin be hard for your moms to sleep see when i ball up in the club haters still sho me love wit dap tees and hugs thats the life of a thug i walky like i talky toldy cuz i sparky straight to u ballers icey boy and hunky im on the padio cleaning my gun while bowwow in the front shootin hoop with my son Big duke representin for the whole east side Jd made me lutenit and thats how we ride This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone and this play boy goin break ya heard This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone and this play boy goin break ya heard Ohh bounce shorty bounce im trying to have yall see what i sell in a block full screamin up in trl and another i want yall niggaz to know i aint wanna of them cats thats goin come and go i got somethin to show and something to say and i can down anything in my way i want the whole family im trying to escort aaliyah or somebody to soul train if u so free im trying to be fly and be tha first kid on the cover of vibe so if u at #1 u betta save it back cuz once i get it it aint never comin back forsure This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone and this play boy goin break ya heard |
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from Life In 1472 [Clean Version] by Jermaine Dupri [ost] (1998)
(feat. Keith Sweat & R.O.C.)
(JD talking to R.O.C.) (JD) I'm feelin' that 2x, is you wit' me? I'm the type you see at the bar, fresh, buyin' it up And every girl I talk to, yeah I'm tryin' to cut I tell'em all I'm Chi Chi and it's nice to meet ya Real quick, I tell how she got all the right features The jams come on and the glasses get refilled We dance and watch the relations build Now I'm all up in her ear and she listenin' At the same time, watchin' how a nigga glistenin' BLING! BLING! I'm thinkin' it's bout time to go Get the B out of valet and start the late night show Niggas hate, I know but I don't stop I shine I'm in the club every week, same place, same time Same thing on the mind, PARTY! PARTY! So the hell with all that, we tryin' to find somebody The right kind 'fore the lights come off Shit, I'm tryin' to take sumpin' home (Chorus) Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up Then, uh, you goin' home with me (and all my niggas say) And if you talkin' at a party and we talk too much Then, uh, we goin' home with me Now if you came with a friend that don't wanna do my man Then you need to give her your keys Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard? (JD) Now, is it because my name's Jermaine? no It's all about how I kick my game, you know? I just flow with it, spend a little dough with it Entertain, before you know, I'm in your brain doing my thang Tellin' you how good you smell Send you up for a drop top cruise through the A-T-L Now when they tipsy, it's risky, you don't know what you facin' Fuck around and end up like Anthony Mason So I let'em know a few things before we leave Like, "it's true, I tapes damn near everything" So don't even think about lyin', baby Or try baby, to set me up for rape cause it's all on tape Where you said put the cake How you fed me the grapes What I did with the ice that made you shake, shake Now when the night's over and the girl is gone I'm back up in the club singin' the same damn song (Chorus) Now, walk in, I'm the grown man that you figure to trick But I'm feelin' your dress, girl and lovin' your hips But I'm buggin' off this, "Why you stuck on the wrist?" Golddigger, huh, mommy? Oh, you ain't that bitch? Ain't that some shit? Suddenly, you hugs and kisses Gotta be the dough you holdin' so obvious wit' it I get G's to flash, T.V.'s in the dash See Sinbad, watchin' Vibe, ladies clockin' to ride Luxury flows, lengerie hoes, R.O.C. hit'em mo' than Jose Conseco Uh, RBI's, orange top fly, the brown skin, slim The nice braids, brown eyes R.O.C.'s stay pimpin' from Jersey to Richmond Y'all playas waitin' to ball like 6th men I'm done with the game, point spread by a hundred Speakin' of hundreds, five's is a nice way to slide it, let's ride (Chorus) |
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from Life In 1472 [Clean Version] by Jermaine Dupri [ost] (1998)
Biiiiiiiiiach What cha wanna do We're the Legion of Doom 1472 is the same cut throat and locs and plenty dopes can you cope You can call me Count Chocula I control all the bitches, Chi-Chi control the riches and fly surf the snitches Look up in the sky as the fly My herion wip, clip on hip, now trip on this A bunch of outlaws try to take my town set up shop, run me out, and cut me down And how that safe, when I'm the illa-superhero born and raised on that muthafucking underground Brrrrbrrrrbrrrr stick 'em, ha haha stick 'em try to catch me slip 'em but now you about to be my victim I'm not aquaman but a aqua-boogie I'm sorta like a monster, chasin' cookies And I spin a web any size you can call me to fly I walk walls and this is for all my dogs (WOOF!) I'm like the wonder twins, my style activates the many niggas get in it and try to paper hate It's fly, the rider maine and ri (man, man) I do it like a muthafucking rider And I represent all the time and I represent the mad ass fuckin' eastside (eastside) -look out, look out, come out cause here comes the rider man (rider man), nigga I rock the blue cake on 'em, drop the weight on 'em the more they hate, the more I elevate on 'em I swerve and collect, serve and protect never hit the streets without the ice on my neck I'm all about partying, hoes, and getting paper they call me Chi-Chi and do it up cape crusader Contact through the frame no mistakes to bank rules back in town and it's on us to shut 'em down now fly what cha wanna do (nigga what) Let's put this shit down my lil' homey Mr. Turner with the murder He got my back you know he put me up on game When they get up, they getting lite up, heat that shit up Enough sed, don't tell it, jus sell it we blowin' in the wind and we gunna ride til' we win young soldier stickin' to it we put the folger It's your turn gone get on up and get the light and don't forget to grab your strap Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't it's the Legion of Doom ain't a damn thing changed Keep it safe and sound, get it locked down and you don't have to worry when we in your town Just a young muthafucker from the street forced to be a G-angsta, knock-knock with a glock, pump-pump answer Throw your hands up nigga, yeah death's a callin went from petty deaf bank robber straight to ballin' Stop with us, walk with us as we bust through the doors 40's fallin' like parts in us off in dust steroes got many hoes in, plenty dope plus we fly as fuck Duct tape while room up, toe tag 'em have him feel the strength of a black magnum Body bag him, nobody is as bad as them as shown as them, set kissed like FM Life in 1-4-7 to the deuce, right then I slipped in the bullet-proof suit And swoop down on the bank ruler with the gats waiting for the permission to cancel his ass Handle his ass I love to see his guts and his blood spill and cracked up as I drugged as I rise flying up high with a 45 if a red demon in it from the sky Drop and i put the barrel right between his eyes and said you fuck with the Legion and now you must die We serve and protect all the hustlers and G's from the west to the north, south and back to the east No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) When we in your town (in your town) Look up in the sky (in the sky) No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) And you won't have to worry when we in your town (in your town....) |
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from Dj Nabs - In The Lab With Dj Nabs - The Live Album (1999) |