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Afroman - Aliyaah - Alycia Keys - Busta Rhymes - Bubba Sparxxx - Chanté Moore - Dr Dre - DMX - Eve - Ice Cube feat Mack10 - Jagged Edge - Janet Jackson - Jay-Z - Jennifer Lopez - Ja rule - Joe - Lil' Bow Wow - Mary J Blige - Mickaël Jackson - Missy Elliott - Montell Jordan - Mystikal - Puff Diddy - R. Kelly - Shaggy - Snoop Dogg - Sisqo - Usher - Wu Tan Clan |
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Artist: Afroman
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More Than A Woman Passion, Instant Swear Me, Feel Me Cupid's Shot Me My Heartbeats Racing Tempt Me, Drive Me Feels So Exiting Thought Of Highly It's Yours Entirely I'll Be I'll Be More Than A Lover More Than A Woman More Than Your Lover I'll Be I'll Be More Than Another More Than A Woman More Than Another I'll Be (I'll Be More) More Than Your Lover (More) More Than A Woman (More) More Than Your Lover I'll Be (I'll Be More) More Than A Lover (More) More Than A Woman (More) More Than Another Midnight Grindin' My Heartrate's Climbin' You Go, I Go Cause We Share Pillows Taste Me, Feed Me There's Still No Separating Morning Massages With New Bones In Your Closet I'll Be I'll Be More Than A Lover More Than A Woman More Than Your Lover I Said I'll Be I'll Be More Than Another More Than A Woman More Than Another I'll Be (I'll Be More) More Than Your Lover (More) More Than A Woman (More) More Than Your Lover I'm Gonna Be (I'll Be More) More Than A Lover (More) More Than A Woman (More) More Than Another I Don't Think Your Ready I Don't Think Your Ready For This Thing For This Thing I Don't Think Your Ready For This Thing You're Not Ready I Don't Think Your Ready For This Thing This Thing, This Thing I Don't Think Your Ready For This Thing Constant Pressures No Scale Can Measure Secret Treasures Keeps On Getting Better Do You Wanna Roll With Me? We Can Go To Foreign Lands Your Hand In My Hand Do You Wanna Ride With Me? We Can Be Like Bonnie & Clyde Be By Your Side I'll Be More Than A Lover More Than A Woman More Than Your Lover I'll Be More Than Another More Than A Woman More Than Another (I'll Be More) More Than Your Lover (More) More Than A Woman (More) More Than Your Lover (I'll Be More) More Than A Lover (More) More Than A Woman (More) More Than Another
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Fallin' I keep on fallin’ In and out of love With you Sometimes I love ya Sometimes u make me blue Sometimes I feel good At times I feel used Lovin you darlin’ Makes me so confused I keep on Fallin’ In and out of love with you I never loved someone The way that I love you Verse 2 Oh, oh , I never felt this way How do you give me so much pleasure And cause me so much pain Just when I think Ive taken more than would a fool I start fallin’ back in love with you I keep on Fallin’ In and out of love with you I never loved someone The way that I love you Bridge Oh baby I, I, I, I’m fallin’ I, I, I, I’m fallin’ Fall I keep on Fallin’ In and out of love with you I never loved someone The way that I love you Im fallin’ In and out of love with you I never loved someone The way that I love you Im fallin’ In and out of love with you I never loved someone The way that I love you
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Artist: Busta Rhymes Album: Genesis Song: Break Ya Neck Typed by: bootleg210@msn.com [Busta Rhymes] Yea.. Check it out, see The only thing you need to do right here is, Is nod your fuckin head Yeah, yeah Break ya fuckin neck bitches Yeah, yeah Here we go now.. Where we goin now? Where we goin now? Give it away, give it away, give it away now Give it away, give it away, give it away now Just give it away nigga Yeah, here we go now [Verse 1] Tell me wat'chu really wanna do (Come here ma) Talk to a nigga, talk with me You look like you could really give it to a nigga, from the way you talk and the way ya try to walk for me The way you really try to put it on a dawg Threw ya hips like ya never did before for me The way you break yo' back, and I break yo' neck, and the way you try to put it on the floor for me (Come on!) Come on (Come on!) Oh yeah Tell me where my niggas is at (Ok!!) Lemme address y'all niggas one time, while I lock that down, and I hit'cha wit that (YOU GONE!) That bomb shit, y'all niggas gone all day Be the nigga in the drop, Y'all niggas know every time I come through, this motherfucker, where we always takin the ride (So let me do this bitch) Y'all niggas know when we come, we be makin it flop, the way we makin it hot'll make a nigga wanna stop... {*pause*} Get money, then cash that check for me All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me Everybody from every hood bang yo' head, 'til you break your motherfuckin head for me! [Chorus] Just let me give you real street shit, to ride in yo' shit with Recline yo' seat, rewind this heat Keep bouncin up and down these streets So nod yo' head and Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Bang yo' head until you start to Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck! [Verse 2] Come along now (Let's put it down nigga!) When I bounce back and you know I done caught my breath, y'all niggas all know how we do, when the way we bang niggas in the head, and we do it to death (We fold 'em back whodi!) The fire boy, you know we bakin a ounce I know you love the way we be givin you the music, makin you bounce Now fuck it up just a little for my niggas, everytime we come through niggas know that we did it for y'all (Uh-huh) And the way we do it for the people, niggas know we always give it to y'all I said bounce (Come on!) In the day time or the night, when ya creepin along, Well just bang this shit up in the truck, while you break yo' neck, now motherfucker try to figure my flow See the way we come right through (When we come right through!) We be always blowin the spot, again and again, and make a nigga really wanna STOP... {*pause*} Better tell yo' crew, yo' peeps, all my niggas better put they troops on And gather up your soldiers nigga, you know you better keep yo' boots on All my niggas in the place (Aiyyo!) Wave your hands high now, and the way we put it down, make a nigga wonder what he really gonna try now What'cha really wanna do? Just place your bet, and put'cha money where ya mouth is (Ah-hoo) All my niggas in the street just break yo' neck and keep on boun-cin! [Chorus] [Verse 3] Here we go, and you know everytime Busta-Bus be holdin the fort, my nigga watch how we shuttin it down, The way we put it on, comin through like a steamroller, me and Dre nigga ain't no fuckin around My nigga (WHAT!) Yeah whattup, Me and my team got a link cuz you know we stay choppin it up And when get up in the club, or how my niggas at the bar how we lockin it up And we get a little (High!) And we get a little (Drunk!) And we get a little (Crunk! Come on!) Lemme give y'all niggas some shit, that'll make you wanna bang this out yo' trunk (Come on!) Get money, then cash that check for me All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me Everybody from every hood, bang yo' head, 'til you break yo' motherfuckin neck for me! [Chorus]
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Artist: Bubba Sparxxx f/ Timbaland Album: Dark Days, Bright Nights Song: Ugly Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com [Timbaland] Uhh.. uh-oh, uh-oh Tch-tchka-tchka-tchka-tchka uhh Uh-oh, uh-oh Tchka-tchka uhh Uh-oh, uh-oh Say what, say what? Freaky freaky uhh Tchka-tchka-tchka-tchka Bubba [Bubba Sparxxx] Shit I ain't choose to rhyme; rhymin chose me So I hit the track runnin - like a nosebleed Life ain't great now, but it's much improved Yo' album droppin this summer? That sucks for you Cause this is Bubba's moment - I put my mother on it I said my momma; it seems as if I love her don't it? So buckle up, cause it's gon' get bumpy I call my girlfriends Betty's, and my shits grumpies That Bubba talk - gotcha open wide I giggle outside the booth; but ain't no joke inside This is complicated - at least to y'all it is Just let me sell fifty million, then I'll call it quits But until that day, y'all in deep doo doo I never once saw you crank it cause I just leap through you What you need to do, is just admit you love me The South has always been Dirty but now it's gettin ugly [Chorus] Uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here! Huh, in here! Huh, in here! It's gon' get uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here! Huh, in here! Huh, in here! It's gon' get uglyyyyyyyyyy, uglyyy, uglyyy In here! Huh, in here! It's gon' get uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here! Huh, in here! Huh, in here - uh-ohh! [Bubba Sparxxx] Though I am country, don't get the wrong idea My ego's gettin bigger, with every song I hear Cause y'all been bullshittin, spittin that booty chatter Out here for two days and came with somethin that truly matters On goes the saga - of Bubba's plight She won't see tomorrah, if I don't cut tonight That's just my mood now; I hate it came to this How else can I say it I don't speak no other languages I'm fairly ripped now, so this the jimmy talkin You hear that beat don'tcha? That's just Timmy talkin Go 'head throw dem bows - fuck it, break a bottle Let's be honest none of us will ever date a model So let's just cut it loose, ignore the repercussions If you scared, then just forget what we discussin This that new South - take a picture of me Cause I'm a fuckin legend, and this is gettin ugly [Chorus] [Bubba Sparxxx] Now this thang is jumpin - ain't it somethin? What makes it special, this whole moment came from nothin Now you see it triples; I bet she slurp tonight Lames hide your wallets hatin broads clutch your purses tight If you ain't tryin to live, you with the wrong crowd And if you feelin brave then better sport that thong proud And if you finally breathin, then sing this song loud I'm glad I got you wet I know you had a long drought Don't worry about the law - they can't arrest us all I had to crank couldn'ta done nothin less for y'all Forget your inhibitions; I wanna see you whylin And if Bubba dies tonight - know he was smilin [Chorus] [Timbaland] Ha ha, it's gon' get (uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here!) Thck-thck (Huh, in here! Huh, in here!) It's gon' get (uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here!) (Huh, in here! Huh, in here!) It's gon' get (uglyyyyyyyyyy) say what? (Uglyyy, uglyyy) Say what? (Uglyyy!) In here! Huh, in here! (It's gon' get uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here!) (Huh, in here! Huh, in here - uh-ohh!) Thcka-thcka-thcka-thcka-thcka check switch uhh {*"Get Ur Freak On" beat*} Switch it one time {*Bubba's "Ugly" beat*} Now switch it back baby {*"Get Ur Freak On" beat*} Switch it one time {*Bubba's "Ugly" beat*} Now switch it back baby "Holla!! Ain't no stoppin me" -> Missy "Copywritten so" (so what?) "don't copy me" {*Bubba's "Ugly" beat*} I want you to.. "Holla!! Ain't no stoppin me" -> Missy "Copywritten so, don't copy me" C'mon Bubba, let's go |
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Straight Up Yeah Oh Uh (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Uh-uh You know what it is when your head go back and forth (Ooh, ooh, ooh) When So So Def come up (Ooh) Uh (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Chanté (Ooh, ooh, ooh), 2K (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Baby, come on, come on, come on Straight up I can love you forever, yo' 'Cause you're the kind of guy I could settle for I'm not the type to love you and let you go Let me know it's now or it's never, yo' 'Cause I know them other girls try to do you in But I'm not the average girl you've been foolin' with 'Cause those other females are counterfeit Everything over here's legit It's like this, like this and like that, baby Put the other girls straight to the back, baby So you know I'm not just talkin' that stuff, baby Call me up and let me know what's up, baby Here's the number to my cell or hit me on the hip Here's the number to the crib where I really love Straight up, I'm not thinkin' 'bout them other chicks Straight up, they ain't even comin' close to this Here's the number to my job or call me in the whip Now how many chicks you know comin' with this Straight up, 'cause I'm tryin' to put you on to this Straight up, and I'm not just talkin' it Tell me are you spoken for 'Cause I don't see a ring on your finger, boy Excuse me if I'm bold with my pushin' up But I'm not lookin' for a hit and run Don't you tell me how those other girls used to be Just think about you gettin' used to me I'mma show you everything you tryin' to see I'mma put you right where you need to be It's like this, like this and like that, baby Put the other girls straight to the back, baby So you know I'm not just talkin' that stuff, baby Call me up and let me know what's up, baby Here's the number to my cell or hit me on the hip Here's the number to the crib where I really love Straight up, I'm not thinkin' 'bout them other chicks Straight up, they ain't even comin' close to this Here's the number to my job or call me in the whip Now how many chicks you know comin' with this Straight up, 'cause I'm tryin' to put you on to this Straight up, and I'm not just talkin' it A lot of girls won't do the things I do (Ooh) A lot of girls won't say the things I say (Say) Know that all of this is true (True) Talkin' 'bout me lovin' you (Please believe) Boy, I love you Comin' straight up as can me Lettin' you know what I'm about With game that's sweeter than candy So baby, won't you check me out (Ooh) (Ooh, ooh, ooh) (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Y'all know what it is when you're head go back and forth (Ooh) (Ooh, ooh, ooh) (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Y'all know what it is when you're head go back and forth Straight up, straight up, what's up Here's the number to my cell or hit me on the hip Here's the number to the crib where I really love Straight up, I'm not thinkin' 'bout them other chicks Straight up, they ain't even comin' close to this Here's the number to my job or call me in the whip Now how many chicks you know comin' with this Straight up, 'cause I'm tryin' to put you on to this Straight up, and I'm not just talkin' it Here's the number to my cell or hit me on the hip Here's the number to the crib where I really love Straight up, I'm not thinkin' 'bout them other chicks Straight up, they ain't even comin' close to this Here's the number to my job or call me in the whip Now how many chicks you know comin' with this Straight up, 'cause I'm tryin' to put you on to this Straight up, and I'm not just talkin' it Here's the number to my cell or hit me on the hip Here's the number to the crib where I really love Straight up, I'm not thinkin' 'bout them other chicks Straight up, they ain't even comin' close to this Here's the number to my job or call me in the whip Now how many chicks you know comin' with this Straight up, 'cause I'm tryin' to put you on to this Straight up, and I'm not just talkin' it
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Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Hittman, Kurupt, Nate Dogg & Six-Two Album: The Chronic 2001 Song: Xxplosive Typed by: abstract2001@hotmail.com, dj.flash@pobox.com [Hittman] Xxplosive, West coast shit My nigguh-ish ways attract, girls that used to turn they back Causin me to yank they arm and pose like I would do the harm Now I'm sayin thank you cause they tell me, my shit's the bomb Xxplosive.. ..for my niggaz drinkin Cognac, smokin weed, always pack mo' than one, firearm, chrome rims, ridin on Chronic in yo' system, let me know, my shit's the bomb - Xxplosive.. [Kurupt] West coast shit nigga Overdosage - imperial pistols ferocious Fuck a bitch; don't tease bitch, strip tease bitch Eat a bowl of these bitch, gobble the dick Hoes forgot to eat a dick can shut the fuck up! Gobble and swallow a nut up, shut up and get my cash Backhanded, pimpslapped backwards and left stranded Just pop ya collar, pimp convention hoes for a dollar Six-Deuce in a plush, six-deuce impala Pimpin hoes from Texas to Guatemala Bitch niggaz paid for hoes, just to lay wit hoes Relax one night, and paid to stay wit hoes Captain Save'Em all day (bitch) well save this dick Bitch nigga, you more of a bitch than a bitch You ain't into hittin pussy, or hittin the switch You into hittin bitches off of the grip, you punk bitch [Nate Dogg] All my real Doggs still kick it wit me All my down hoes still trickin wit me All the true gangstas know Nate ain't never love no hoe All the hoodrats still shake it for me All my true fans still checkin for me All the real smokers know They ain't passin nuttin but dope indeed... Real trees... Chronic leaves... No seeds... When I had you last night, baby Before - I blew yo' mind, (blew-blew-blew your mind) I thought we had a chance, lady No more - now that I'm sober you ain't that fine Hmmm-hmmmhmmmm... Don't wanna treat you wrong Don't wanna lead you on Here baby, hit the bong while the west coast rolls along While we - still makin gangsta hits You'll be - still jockin gangsta dicks Damn girl you think you slick Somebody better get this biiitch, this biiiitch [Six-Two] I got these freaky hoes Clappin they hands, stompin they feet Every now and then they put they mouth on me Nowadays a G like me can't even call it A 23-year old pussy fiend and freakaholic Pimpin bitches on the regular, I put that on the G A hustler and a player, nowadays it pays to be Lemme drop some shit about this bitch I used to know She gave ya boy the head and said don't let nobody know A bonafide pro, I had to grab the hoe She got freaky in yo' sixty-fo', I skeeted in her throat Been knowin the hoe for fo' days, pimpery pays And I bet you didn't know that she go both ways She ate her best friend, I left them hoes at the mote' They be beepin me and shit, but we don't kick it no mo' Them hot hoes is fiendin, they on the nuts But beitch, I'm out ya pussy when I nut, f'real {Exxplosive..} Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Snoop Dogg, Hittman & Six-Two
Album: Chronic 2001
Song: Bitch Niggaz
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com
[Dre] Some good-ass weed!
[Snoop Dogg]
Check it out Dogg; this game is a motherfuckin trip man
Word on the streets
Everybody always tryin to run up on me
hollerin about word on the street is dis nigga said dis..
Man I don't give a FUCK about what that nigga said man!
That's what's wrong with you niggaz, you niggaz is just like bitches
Hoe-ass niggaz, talk too motherfuckin much (speak)
Study your own, get your own -- yahmsayin?
Be independent nigga - BEOTCH!
[Dre] Yeah
[Snoop] Bitch niggaz (bitch niggaz)..
Bitch niggaz (bitch niggaz)..
Bitch-ass niggaz (beotch)..
[both] BITCH NIGGAZ (bitch niggaz)..
[Snoop] Yeah I'm talkin about you (beotch)..
[Dre] Bitch niggaz
[Snoop] and you too (beotch)..
[Snoop Dogg]
Hmm.. Dogg..
I meet mo' bitch niggaz than hoes - look here
And I really don't know, but that's just how it go (damn)
Dogg - so many niggaz like to keep up shit
And just like a bitch (beotch) niggaz be talkin shit (nigga)
Smilin in my face and then they blast me in the back (ka-ka-ka-ka-ka)
Niggaz stay strapped from way back, cause payback..'ll
make niggaz wanna pop that shit
If you ain't ready for the game (uh-uh) nigga stop that shit
We rock that shit, my nigga Dre, drop that shit (right)
No mo' talkin, I'm walkin and I'm poppin the clip
Glock on the hip, set-trippin dippin an' shit
If you act like a bitch (nigga) nigga you get smacked like a bitch
[Snoop] Bitch niggaz, bitch niggaz (bitch niggaz)
[Dr. Dre]
These niggaz don't know what the fuck is goin on
Yo Dogg, check it kick back
Let me holla at these niggaz for a minute..
Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity
The aggravated, makin these punk muh'fuckers hate it
COMPTON is the city I'm from
Cain't never leave the crib without a murder wea-pon
Huh, I cain't live my life on broke no mo'
And most of these fools ain't shit but cutthroats
They smile in a nigga face - and for what?
They got the game fucked up, and want my thang fucked up
I done learned a lot, seen a whole lot
The top notch nigga, I'm fiendin for that spot
Now peep game on what Six-Deuce told me
[Six-Two]
These niggaz after yo' paper, Dr. D.R.E. (what?)
And these punk-ass hoes is lookin for dough
You gotta watch your homeboys, cause a nigga never know
Oh, they'll be around, but when yo' paper get low
Just like Master P said, "There Dey Go, There Day Go"
Bitch niggaz... uh-huh...
{Dr. Dre cuts and scratches "attention all personnel"}
{"stop scheamin, and lookin hard" -> Audio Two}
{"stop scheamin, and..an, and..an-an, and..and lookin hard"}
[Dr. Dre]
Bitch nigga, a bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, HELLA bitch nigga
Youse a bitch nigga, motherfucker bitch nigga
A bitch nigga.. a bitch nigga
[Hittman]
I know yo' type, so much bitch in you, if it was slightly darker
lights was little dimmer my dick be stuck up in yo' windpipe!
Hmm, you'd rather blow me than fight, I'm from the OLD SCHOOL
like Romey Rome homey yo, you owe me the right
to slap you, like the bitch that you are, that wanted to cap you
every since you was mad doggin me with that bitch in yo' car
Fool {singing} "Who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff"
Man, you shit on Hit, get yo' shit bust; plus
pistol-whipped, cover it up - use yo' bitch's blush
Mr. Powder Puff yo', bark ain't loud enough, huh
I know chihuahuas that's mo' rah-rah, HA HA
I have to laugh Dre, I bet he take bubble baths
You don't want no trouble with the Aftermath staff, trust me
Doggy Dogg, Diggy Doctor plus me
No youse a busta slash hussy, soft as a Hush Puppy
Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimen's
a bitch nigga!
{Dr. Dre cuts and scratches "attention all personnel"}
{"stop scheamin, and lookin hard" -> Audio Two}
{"stop..stop..stop scheamin, and lookin hard"}
{"..op-stop..ah-op-op-stop-sch-sch-scheamin, and lookin hard"}
{"stop scheamin.. an-an.. an-an.. an-and lookin hard"}
{"stop scheamin, and lookin hard"}
{"stop skee-scheamin, and lookin hard"}
{"stop scheamin, and.. and.. and..
stop scheamin, and lookin hard"}
Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Knoc-turn'al & Hittman Album: The Chronic 2001 Song: Bang Bang Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! [Dr. Dre] Everyday it's the same thang, L.A. ain't changed Niggaz still playa hatin, but Dre ain't changed I'm just a lot smarter now cause these niggaz is bangin ten times harder now Niggaz ringin they ass up in the wrong part of town Better turn they car around Rollin the window down (Em: Hey can we talk it out?) (Hitt: NAH GET THE FUCK OUT!) Johnny got a shotgun and he ain't even strong enough to cock one Fuck tryin to job hunt Niggaz got AK's, niggaz is way crazier than Dre was back in his N.W.A. days Niggaz spray strays and shoot without lookin Niggaz walk by and blast without leavin a footprint I think the attitudes are twice as worst It takes half the time to get your life reversed Always tryin to play Rambo with they ammo Make a nigga wanna stay in family mode BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! [Knoc-turn'al] Late nights is full of led that whistles as it goes by Murder arrives, anytime Bullets take flight when the fo'-five ignites Some hearts skip a beat, some get blew out, and never re-light Wit you in the site of youngsters with automatics Bustin on shit to lay everything down even tourists and non-affiliates These days, gun play is official with green lights on every block Know the sign tells you too it's not best to stop On every corner, Cali niggaz are dumpin You'll be shakin your soul loose from the box at the coroner's Makin death not so foreign to ya Niggaz got Rugers and M-14's with enough, ammo to leave an armored truck swiss cheese I've learned to stay away from house parties I've seen too many go and end up absent without leavin Ain't no, warm welcomings, my eyes have witnessed the bend in on Nights that don't sleep, and fireworks until dawn Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! [Hittman] Now tell me - what the fuck is this man? Niggaz doin brothers in worse than the Klan Can't even stand, in front of your buildin and chill without yieldin, twelve-year-old children that kill blood spillin, thugs be illin, unnecessary slugs fillin the sky, usually drillin the one that wasn't willin to die, yes sir in the Killing Field I got my, life preserver And I'll do my time for murder, these niggaz got the nerve to question me - bout the colors that I got on? Now see that red dot on your knot Bout to get your whole crew shot on A Soldier of Fortune, I'm the wrong nigga to plot on Took him out on the spot before he even got on my hitlist -- peep this I cock back, you bow down Bust round, bloody the ground, retaliation sounds like this Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Hitman
Album: The Chronic 2001
Song: Big Ego's
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com
[Dr. Dre]
I got mo' class than most of em, ran wit the best of em
Forgave the less of em, and blazed at the rest of em
What can I say? Cal-i-for-ni-A
Where niggaz die everyday over some shit they say
Disconnected from the streets forever
As long as I got a baretta, nigga, I'm down for whateva
I roll wit my shit off safety - for niggaz that been hatin me lately
and the bitches that wanna break me
If Cali blew up, I'd be in the Aftermath
Bumpin gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash
Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C., to D.P.G.
started from that S.O.B., D.R.E.
Like Dub-C I'm rich rollin, pistol holdin
Pockets swoll nigga, that's how I'm rollin
Put the flame to the killer nigga
Worldwide homicide mob figure and a builder, for real
I'm hittin switches, makin bitches eat bitches
See me grab my dick everytime I pose for pictures
I own acres, floor seats watchin The Lakers
I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases
Dedicated to all of those with big ego's
Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos
1 - Niggaz play this in they Rovers Jeeps and Regals
2 - Bitches play this in they Benzes Jeeps and Geos
{repeat 2X}
[Hitman]
I bust a Mr. Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie
Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin hoes at movies
Passin by with uzis - and who you aimin at?
That shady bitch and that bitch nigga that was claimin that
Rat-ta-tat-tat {*automatic gunfire and screaming*}
{*more screaming as tires peel out*}
I don't sympathize for wack hoes and wimpy guys
You got to recognize Hitman is a enterprise
Cali pride, born to ride and South Centralized
The Henny got me energized - smoke the guys
tryin to focus on mines - poke they eyes out
I'm L.A.'s loc'est - hope they don't have to find out the hard way
like snitch niggaz in the pen that get
hit when the guards look the other way
We hittin HARD, Hitman and Dre
You playin games, I suggest you know the rules
We puttin guns to fools, make you run yo' jewels
Take yo' honey and cruise to the snootiest snooze, Cabos
Pop coochie til the nut oozes, you shouldn't fuck wit crews
that's sick, Aftermath cause we rule shit
I'm Big Hit, don't confuse me wit no other by the flow motherfucker
Dedicated to all of those with big ego's
Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos
1 - Niggaz play this in they Rovers Jeeps and Regals
2 - Bitches play this in they Benzes Jeeps and Geos
{repeat 2X}
Artist: (Dr. Dre f/) Eddie Griffin Album: The Chronic 2001 Song: Ed-ucation Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com [Eddie Griffin] Aww they say uhh.. .. a black man is a pimp Well let me tell you the biggest pimp on planet motherfuckin Earth, is her momma It's her MOMMA that told her, "Get a man that got a good job gurl! Make sure he got a good car gurl! Make sure he can take you out and buy you somethin gurl!" What happened to just fallin in love with a nigga with a bus pass -- -- just cause you love the nigga? But +I'm+ the pimp motherfucker! I gotta be the player! Biggest hoes, on planet Earth.. .. are walkin through the motherfuckin neighborhood You KNEW when you got with the nigga he already had a woman You knew he already had a family but you fucked him anyway!!! And then when you thought you gon' lose the nigga you went and got pregant - didn't you bitch, DIDN'T YOU!! THE OL' KEEP A NIGGA BABY And then when the nigga ain't around, what do you tell the child? "Aww that nigga ain't shit, that's why yo' daddy ain't here; cause that nigga ain't shit." How bout bein a woman, and tellin the kid the truth that yo' momma, you was a hoe! TELL THE KID! Momma was a hoe, I was weekend pussy I had you to keep the nigga, it didn't work out that's why he ain't here - but he a good nigga cause he take care of his REAL family I was just a dumb bitch, tryin to keep, a nigga that I wanted
Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Eminem
Album: Chronic 2001
Song: Forgot About Dre
Typed by: Acastro929@aol.com, dj.flash@pobox.com
[Dr. Dre]
Y'all know me, still the same O.G., but I been low key
Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no boats no snowmobiles, and no ski's
Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks
to add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? Hoe please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees?
Who you think brought you the oldies?
Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C's
The Snoop D-O-double-G's
and the group that said mother-"Fuck Tha Police"
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
to bump when you stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doin too good
who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you niggaz that said that I turned pop, or The Firm flopped
Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin no sleep
so FUCK Y'ALL, all of y'all; if y'all don't like me, BLOW ME!
Y'all are gonna keep fuckin around wit me
and turn me back to the old me
Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X)
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
but nothin comes out when they move their lips;
just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
[Eminem]
So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?)
Or anyone tryin to bring trouble your way?
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (YUP)
Then just study a tape of N.W.A.!
One day I was walkin by, wit a Walkman on, when I caught a guy
give me an awkward eye (What you lookin at?)
And strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit his Karl Kani
I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryin to park a Dodge
when I'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage {*CRUNCH*}
Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off
"Fuck you too bitch, call the cops!"
I'ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs
And when the cops came through
me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still weren't found out (RIGHT HERE)
From here on out it's the Chronic 2
Startin today and tomorrow's the new
And I'm still loco enough
To choke you to death wit a Charleston Chew
{*Eminem's vocal turntable*}
Slim shady - hotter then a set of twin babies
in a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up
when the temp goes up to the mid 80's
Callin men ladies; sorry Doc but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save me
It's okay, go with him Hailey (Da-da?)
Chorus
[Dr. Dre]
If it was up to me, you muh'fuckers would stop comin up to me
wit your hands out lookin up to me, like you want somethin free
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumpin me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb from me
Cause I'm from the streets of (Compton, Compton)
I told em all - all them little gangstas
Who you think helped mold 'em all?
Now you wanna run around talkin bout guns like I ain't got none
What you think I sold 'em all?
Cause I stay well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off
What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
tryin to get this damn label off?
I ain't havin that; this is the millenium of Aftermath
It ain't gon' be nothin after that
So give me one more platinum plaque
and fuck rap! You can have it back
So where's all the Madd Rappers at?
It's like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats, know that I was strapped wit gats
when you were cuddlin a Cabbage Patch
Chorus
Chorus 1/2 (after music ends)
Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Devin the Dude, Snoop Dogg Album: The Chronic 2001 Song: Fuck You Typed by: XorCist@mindless.com, dj.flash@pobox.com [answering machine girl] Hi baby I know your under a lot of pressure at your work and all And I do understand You have no idea how much I understand But you also don't have any idea how much I love you I love you so much I think about you I feel you in my arms I miss you.. I miss you terribly I've just always wanted someone like you in my life I love you so much; that I'd do anything I'd do anything I'll be your perfect woman for you [Dr. Dre] I just wanna fuck bad bitches All them nights I never had bitches Now I'm all up in that ass bitches Mad at 'cha boyfriend, aint 'cha? You'se a bad girl, gotta spank ya Gotta thank ya for that head clinic Explicit, hella photogenic And tell your friends where the dick's at Where they can get hit and won't get back to they soulmate Before you kiss 'em use Colgate "She Swallowed It!" Yeah the bitch took the whole eight and ran with it, then let Mel-Man hit it and Hit the Man hit it; damn bitches Man, this is what I'm talkin about Chicken-head, chicken-fed, with a dick in your mouth Out and about with your nigga like it never took place (Airtouched) Next time you need a taste Chorus: I just wanna fuuuuuck you No touchin and rubbin gul, you got a husband who loves.. you.. Don't need you all in mine I just wanna fuuuuuck you We can't be kissin and huggin gul, you got a husband who loves.. you.. You need to give him your quality time [Devin the Dude] You got the number, it's on you to make the call You know I cum quick; help you re-decorate your walls Cut your backyard, don't have to act hard to get the cock And if I'm goin too far, I take it out and wipe it off and put it back up, and keep going You tryin to hide it from your husband but I know he be knowin that your pussy's been tampered with Did you show him the new trick of how you can make it smoke a cancer stick You be workin it like a dancer bitch, it's hard on me Not to give you all of my time, that you wanted You can give me some head, but keep the breakfast in bed I'd rather spend my mornin diggin through some records instead But, tonight, I guess it'd be aight if we can touch bases Hookup somewhere and exchange some "Fuck Faces" I know your man's lookin for ya, he's always tryin to run ya Don't worry bout me handcuffin gul cause I just wanna fuck witchu [Snoop Dogg] .. fuck witchu On the sneak tip, on some creep shit So whatcha gon' do, ya freak bitch? You, actin, like you, don't, do, dicks That's the kinda bitch I hate fuckin wit Baby was a virgin, that's what she said So I gave her some Hennesey, she gave me some head I fucked her on the flo', so I wouldn't mess up my bed Then Lil' 1/2 Dead put his dick on her head Take that bitch home, and give her a bone And give her the number to my cellular phone Man, she blowin up my pager, the shit's gettin major A favor for a favor, this dick is what I gave her Somethin to go by, and bitches know why Stuff dick in they mouth, and then I'm out (see-ya!) Twenty-fo' seven, Dre, Snoop, and Devin We servin' these hoes, and never lovin these hoes, beotch! Chorus Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Devin the Dude, Snoop Dogg Album: The Chronic 2001 Song: Fuck You Typed by: XorCist@mindless.com, dj.flash@pobox.com [answering machine girl] Hi baby I know your under a lot of pressure at your work and all And I do understand You have no idea how much I understand But you also don't have any idea how much I love you I love you so much I think about you I feel you in my arms I miss you.. I miss you terribly I've just always wanted someone like you in my life I love you so much; that I'd do anything I'd do anything I'll be your perfect woman for you [Dr. Dre] I just wanna fuck bad bitches All them nights I never had bitches Now I'm all up in that ass bitches Mad at 'cha boyfriend, aint 'cha? You'se a bad girl, gotta spank ya Gotta thank ya for that head clinic Explicit, hella photogenic And tell your friends where the dick's at Where they can get hit and won't get back to they soulmate Before you kiss 'em use Colgate "She Swallowed It!" Yeah the bitch took the whole eight and ran with it, then let Mel-Man hit it and Hit the Man hit it; damn bitches Man, this is what I'm talkin about Chicken-head, chicken-fed, with a dick in your mouth Out and about with your nigga like it never took place (Airtouched) Next time you need a taste Chorus: I just wanna fuuuuuck you No touchin and rubbin gul, you got a husband who loves.. you.. Don't need you all in mine I just wanna fuuuuuck you We can't be kissin and huggin gul, you got a husband who loves.. you.. You need to give him your quality time [Devin the Dude] You got the number, it's on you to make the call You know I cum quick; help you re-decorate your walls Cut your backyard, don't have to act hard to get the cock And if I'm goin too far, I take it out and wipe it off and put it back up, and keep going You tryin to hide it from your husband but I know he be knowin that your pussy's been tampered with Did you show him the new trick of how you can make it smoke a cancer stick You be workin it like a dancer bitch, it's hard on me Not to give you all of my time, that you wanted You can give me some head, but keep the breakfast in bed I'd rather spend my mornin diggin through some records instead But, tonight, I guess it'd be aight if we can touch bases Hookup somewhere and exchange some "Fuck Faces" I know your man's lookin for ya, he's always tryin to run ya Don't worry bout me handcuffin gul cause I just wanna fuck witchu [Snoop Dogg] .. fuck witchu On the sneak tip, on some creep shit So whatcha gon' do, ya freak bitch? You, actin, like you, don't, do, dicks That's the kinda bitch I hate fuckin wit Baby was a virgin, that's what she said So I gave her some Hennesey, she gave me some head I fucked her on the flo', so I wouldn't mess up my bed Then Lil' 1/2 Dead put his dick on her head Take that bitch home, and give her a bone And give her the number to my cellular phone Man, she blowin up my pager, the shit's gettin major A favor for a favor, this dick is what I gave her Somethin to go by, and bitches know why Stuff dick in they mouth, and then I'm out (see-ya!) Twenty-fo' seven, Dre, Snoop, and Devin We servin' these hoes, and never lovin these hoes, beotch! Chorus
Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Kurupt, Hittman & Ms. Roq
Album: The Chronic 2001
Song: Let's Get High
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com
[all together]
All these niggaz and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon' fuck! (repeat 4X)
[Hittman]
Talkin that, walkin that, spittin at hoes
Smokin this, drinkin that, hittin at hoes
Fuck this I'm hittin that I'm hittin em both
Have one ridin dick, one lickin my toes
When I'm lovin these hoes there ain't no love involved
No hugs, no kisses, bear rugs, bear britches
Rare bitches like to pose in them Black Tail pictures
Bitch jumped off my dick, "Is that Dre over there?"
[Dr. Dre]
Yeah -- I just took some Ecstasy
Ain't no tellin what the side effects could be
All these fine bitches equal sex to me
plus I got this bad bitch layin next to me
No doubt, sit back on the couch
Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out
Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth
Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out
[Kurupt]
Come on let's get high (hiiiiigh..)
let's get high (hiiiiigh..)
Come on let's get high (hiiiiigh..)
let's get high, all my ladies
let's get high (hiiiiigh..)
high (hiiiiigh..)
Let's get high (hiiiiigh..)
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop {*hydraulic sound*} pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Stompin in the party, Kurupt, Young Gotti
I'm fuckin somethin in this bitch, hit em with some gangsta shit
Put somethin in your mouth bitch real tasty
I'm lookin real sauce in my gangsta-ass Casey's
Hit the party, ease up, Kurupt with an ounce an'
got all the hoes in this motherfucker bouncin {*hydraulics*}
Down to..
YO WHATTUP SCRAM JONES?
Mel-Man what's crackin?
Whassup wit all these ol' punk ass hoes in here?
[Ms. Roq]
Nigga WHUT??! I'm a hustlin bitch!
I like them get rich niggaz, them hit the switch niggaz
Niggaz bout the sex and which bitch to hit next
while I'm kickin my game and collectin them checks
Got all y'all niggaz vexed to fuck this triple-X rated hoe
You say you ain't eat it - you ate it though
And uhh, Roq don't stop, can't be droppin no drawers
To the niggaz how you figure got you shittin in yours
Yeah, little dicks always runnin they mouth
While a bitch is better off to masturbate and be out
All you bitches up in here know what I'm talkin about
Get the loot, get the ice, fuck the wife, no doubt
Tryin to live lavish, marry a big dick and stay carried
Holla back at them niggaz that hollered at me
Pop the Cris', whip the six and shit
and have all y'all niggaz limp when I twist my shit
Yeah! Bitch ass niggaz!
Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Kurupt & Hittman
Album: The Chronic 2001
Song: Housewife
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com
Chorus: Kurupt
Now this this is one of them occasions
where the homies not doin it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife
And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end
a bitch is a bitch, but a Dogg is a man's best friend
So what you found you a hoe that you like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife (wife)
[Dr. Dre]
I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip
Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip
(Where the fuck is my money?) I cannot G guilty
You pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthy
She on the dillzy, I take advantage
All up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin Spanish
I'm mannish - get yo' nails out my back
Slut I'm bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat
Learn the player rules, this is how I play a dude
Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoes
Dollar signs are folded, I can't control it
Tryin to leave her, beeper just exploded
She sweatin me, won't let me, broad turned fraud
Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin tricks huh
Man it's a trip I don't trip I'm in yo' Lexus flexin
I left her up in Dallas, Texas - assed-out
Chorus
[Hittman]
Naw hoe is short for honey, almost had her Wailin like Bunny
Tellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin Norstrom sales with abortion money
I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when I shot at her
Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe's erotica
Exotic - she's psychotic, rockin his Nautica
Soon he'll need antibiotics (sucka bitch)
Name a sexual disease, she got it like Sam Goody
You be like, "Damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?"
Fool I pity ya
We live in the city off, ballers
with more bouncin than a Zapp, she will doo-wah-diddy-ya
Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her
to the Hotel, Niko, on some Sauve shit like, Rico
That's when I caught a Vision like Coleco
A high-post hoe, a perfect way for me to keep dough
Huh, have her sellin ass on Bronson Ave. and Pico
[Kurupt]
At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the Holiday Inn (say what nigga?)
I said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) then we'll fuck her friends
I said I dip, dive, what can I say?
Niggaz need to stop fuckin with O.J.
Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang crip
And bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
I had to dream of hoes, I had to scream at hoes
I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes
Lil' Almond Joy, I truly enjoy
if you blew my balls, right through my drawers
Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot
From the way she was blowin, I know she does it a lot
I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters
The hoe started callin when I started boss ballin
Gimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh)
Gimme some cash, pass it to Daz
Pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate
Hoes eat dick like eggs and steak
That ain't shit new, I thought you knew (what?)
I knew you would, you wish you could
break a G down, break me down
But I'ma see you on the rebound (what what?) D.P. style
Chorus
{*door slams*}
[D.O.C.]
Lil' 1/2 Dead
[1/2 Dead??]
Lil' 1/2 Dead the money jumped out to say
ol' Snoop Dogg on the look out boy?
[D.O.C.]
Yeahhh
[some hoe]
He gotta be MORE than 1/2 Dead
if he don't fill my motherfuckin drink up!
[1/2 Dead??]
Or fill your motherfuckin mouth up
[D.O.C.]
Ahhhhhh-HAHAhahahahAHAHH
[some hoe]
I don't think so!!
Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Hittman
Album: The Chronic 2001
Song: Light Speed
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, yo whassup?
My name is Dre
Can I blaze some Chonic witchu?
[girl]
Nigga what? FO' SHO'!
Roll that shit up!
[Dr. Dre]
Hell yeah, still "Alwayz Into Somethin'"
Heart still in Compton
The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals
Introduced you to my Doggs, that don't love hoes
and Firm Fiascoes - assholes
Fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up
doin a tango..
And cash, always in my grasp
Came up in the game wearin khakis not kangols, stranglin hoes
When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh
Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass
One feed me mangoes, the other lightin my hash
Rap tabloids write Dre's light in the ass (what?)
Came home uptight, ready to mash
like a gas pedal, get on that sixty-four Chevy level
AK-47 heavy metal
Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle
I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils
cause we rebels over here, I smell Chronic in the air
that means we takin over this year
You hear?
[girl] Chronic, two-thousand, "ONE! {*echoes*}" --> KRS-One
[Dre] That means we takin over this year, ya hear?
[girl]
Light Speed, blazin Chronic through the galaxy
Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed
Or we might be sippin on gin or Hennessey
Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas
[Hittman]
I hang among hustlers, I slang and hoo-bang Bronson
when bustaz roll through, can't fuck with my bold crew
We will hold you captive and bust
cause gangbangin is the active, activity
where I be livin B, there ain't no Liberty Statue
Hope you got your gat, don't let them catch you
slippin, without yours, it's warfare outdoors
Ambulance, violent uproars
Trash niggaz takin out like chores I meet whores on tours
Jeans hot as pepper so I sip, champagne on stormy shores
We on some hardcore, pornographic
Totin Austrian firearms that's made out of plastic
In these drastic surroundings, it be sounding like
Lebanon, makin fools "RETREAT!" like Megatron and Starscream
Oh yeah I scream-on-stars
to get loot and crossover like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
Get out your car son, that's how I came to bougie niggaz
Act bad one, it's either that or make front page stardom
I'm the Golden Child, chased by Sodom
?? gots my bulletproof it's hard to shoot me you hear?
(By the time you see him {*BLAM BLAM*})
That means it's real fuckin hard to shoot me, you hear?
[girl]
Light Speed, blazin Chronic through the galaxy
Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed
Or we might be sippin on gin or Hennessey
Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas
Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Mary J. Blige, Rell
Album: The Chronic 2001
Song: The Message
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com
[Dr. Dre]
This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P.
.. {*Mary J. Blige sings in the background*} ..
A message to God
.. {*Mary J. Blige sings in the background*} ..
[Dr. Dre]
Since you finishin em early, what posessed you to start him?
We made a vow - later we'll regret til death do us part
Lord, I thought we was made for each other
You shouldn't connect those, made to be taken away from each other
Now what I'm supposed to do? I'm only half the man that I was
I'll never last, cause my better half is up there with you
You knew what you was doin when you made us; so with all due respect
you coulda forgave him, you didn't have to take him
He can take the game with him, cause he defines the word
The one who puts the G in it, who you think put me in it?
I'm feelin like my whole world is blinded - wonderin why
Cryin, pourin out my heart, pourin out liquor behind it
We fought like brothers, somethin we never should do
We coulda used time spent arguin tellin the truth
He had talent too - I had plans on watchin him grow
Don't know what hurts more - seein him leave, or watchin him go
[Mary J. Blige]
Listen listen listen.. (listen) whoahh (listen)
Listen listen listen.. (better listen) whoahh-oahhh-oahhh
Listen listen listen.. {*harmonizing*}
Listen.. mmm-mmm-mmm
[Rell] + {Mary}
If you wanna know why.. {why I live my life}
The way that I do.. {cause I got to get this money}
So don't worry about me.. {cause I know my way around}
I'm just hustlin everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper
[Dr. Dre]
Youse a soldier, you're probably packin heat up there
Met up with homies from the street, and got deep up there
If you only knew the way I felt before they ruined the crew
I thought I learned from Eazy, now I'm goin through it with you
We lost a thug, a son, and a father
I spoke to your son, the other day, and told him Uncle Dre got him
The Lord must be accidentally pulling your file
cause I'm still paging you, 911, straight in denial
Prayin you get it, but no man can choose the card he was dealt
You either quit, or you gon' play it like you get it
I done been through all emotions, from in shock, to keepin a poker face
to straight breakin down and showin all emotions
I'm anxious to believe in real G's don't cry
If that's the truth, then I'm realizin I ain't no gangsta
It's just not me, but you know I'ma always ride wit you
I miss you, sometimes I wish I just died wit you
[Mary J. Blige]
Listen listen listen.. (listen) whoahh (listen)
Listen listen listen.. whoahh-oahhh-oahhh
Listen listen listen.. {*harmonizing*}
Listen.. eyy-eyy-eyy-yeah-yeahh
[Rell] + {Mary}
If you wanna know why.. {why I live my life}
The way that I do.. {cause I got to get this money}
So don't worry about me.. {don't worry, don't worry worry}
I'm just hustlin everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper
[Mary J. Blige]
yeah, yeah, ahhh-oooh-oahahahhhhh.. listen..
mmmmmmmmmhmhmhmmmmmm..
if you don't know why I.. you gotta listen up right now
lis-ten, lis-ten, lis-ten, lis-ten..
oooooooooh... oahahoooohhh ooooha ohhhhh
lis-ten, lis-ten
ahhhowooooo yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
yeah-ehh-yeah, yeah-ooeooooh
yahhooooohahhooooh listen
lis-ten, children lis-ten
I'm tryin to tell you somethin good
Don't get caught up in the hood
Yeahhh-hah, yeahhh-hah, aooooooh
if you don't know why..
you gotta find out the reason why..
brother.. brother..
Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Nate Dogg, Snoop Dogg Album: The Chronic 2001 Song: The Next Episode Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com [Snoop Dogg] (Kurupt) La-da-da-da-dahh It's the motherfuckin D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!) La-da-da-da-dahh You know I'm mobbin with the D.R.E. (YEAH YEAH YEAH You know who's back up in this MOTHERFUCKER!) What what what what? (So blaze the weed up then!) Blaze it up, blaze it up! (Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, 'sup Snoop??) Top Dogg, bite em all, nigga burn the shit up D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back up And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up Thug niggaz drug dealers yeah they givin it up Lowlife, yo' life, boy we livin it up Takin chances while we dancin in the party fo' sho' Slip my hoe a forty-fo' and she got in the back do' Bitches lookin at me strange but you know I don't care Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin my hair Bitch quit talkin, crip walk if you down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap Come back, get back, that's the part of success If you believe in the S you'll be relievin your stress [Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahh [Dre] It's the motherfuckin D.R.E. (Dr. Dre MOTHERFUCKER!) [Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahhh [Dre] You know I'm mobbin with the D-O-double-G [Dr. Dre] Straight off the fuckin streets of C-P-T King of the beats you ride to em in your Fleet (Fleetwood) or Coupe DeVille rollin on dubs How you feelin whoopty=whoop nigga whut? Dre and Snoop chronic'ed out in the 'llac with Doc in the back, sippin on 'gnac (yeah) Clip in the strap, dippin through hoods (what hoods?) Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood! South Central out to the Westside (wessyde) It's California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang of pub I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club with my jeans on, and my team strong Get my drink on, and my smoke on Then go home with, somethin to poke on (whassup bitch?) Loc it's on for the two-triple-oh Comin real, it's the next episode... [Nate Dogg] Hold up, waiiiiiiit for my niggaz who be thinkin we soft We don't, playyyyyyy We gon' rock it til the wheels fall off Hold up, heyyyyyyyy for my niggaz who be actin too bold Take a, seeaaaaaat Hope you ready for the next episode HeyyyeyyyeEYEYyyyEYYYY.... .... smoke weed everday!
Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Defari, Xzibit, Knoc-Turn'al, Time Bomb,
King T, MC Ren & Kokane
Album: The Chronic 2001
Song: Some L.A. Niggaz
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com
[MC Ren]
Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker
(West West y'all)
Yeah, L.A. niggaz
L.A. niggaz rule the world nigga
Y'all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggaz don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, droppin heat box on y'all bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin? You gotta recognize
L.A. niggaz, connected all over the motherfuckin world, nigga
Recognize this
[Time Bomb]
Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd from the feet up
Blued up from the sewer's how I grew up
Loc'n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin, hittin fools up
Ditchin my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin {*King T starts speakin, indecipherable*}
[King T]
I'm comin "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch
From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre twistin wit Tha Liks
and Hittman bought a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold seperate, check it
From sundown to sunup -- clown done run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what?
Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al, Kokane
We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival each day -- in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act this way -- in L.A.!
[Hittman]
Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt - cause I spit like gats do
cock me back
Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you
Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?)
Mash on you for your turkish chain, C.K. B.K.
Blued up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped niggaz get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang below my waistline
I look humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline
don't waste my time
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass bitches
Hawaiian thai, drive-by, six-fo's on switches
[Xzibit]
I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin on us can suck a dick
If I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor
Better than yours, drivin away gettin head from a whore
It's AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin with me might get you banned from TV,
cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health
like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself
[Defari]
Five in the mornin, burglars at my do'
Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer
Let em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll
Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo'
and bruise by the case
SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but can't find no openings
Chorus
[Outro]
In L.A.
That's how we ride (4X)
Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Snoop Dogg Album: Chronic 2001 Song: Still D.R.E. Typed by: scott_rodkey@hotmail.com [Snoop] Yeah nigga, I'm still fuckin with ya Still waters run deep Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, '99 Nigga (Guess who's back) Still, still doing that shit, Andre? [Dr. Dre] Oh for sho', check me out It's still Dre Day nigga, A.K. nigga Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How nigga? My last album was "The Chronic" (nigga) They want to know if he still got it They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it [Snoop - singing] If you ain't up on thangs [Dr. Dre] Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game Still, puffing my leafs, still fuck with the beats Still not loving police (Uh huh) Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (fo sho) Still got love for the streets, repping 213 (fo life) Still the beats bang, still doing my thang Since I left, ain't too much changed, still Chorus: [Snoop Dogg] I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl [Dr. Dre] Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E (Repeat 2x) Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week Still, I stay close to the heat And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke til I sleep Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat I bring the fire til you're soaking in your seat It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru I'm still at it, After-mathematics In the home of drivebys and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E Chorus It ain't nothing but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch Laid back in the shack, play this track I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world Still (Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl) I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back [Snoop - singing] So if you ain't up on thangs [Dr. Dre] Dr. Dre be the name still running the game Still, got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars Still gon' get mine regardless Chorus 3X [Snoop] Right back up in ya motherfucking ass '95 plus four pennies! Add that shit up, D-R-E right back up on top of thangs Smoke some with your dog No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks! Some of that real sticky icky icky Oooh wee! Put it in the air Oh you's a fool D.R.
Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Eminem, Phish, Xzibit Album: The Chronic 2001 Song: What's the Difference Typed by: Nature2QBC@aol.com [Phish] What's the difference between me and you? (repeat 2X) [Dr. Dre] Back when Cube - was rollin wit Lorenzo in a Benzo I was bangin wit a gang of instrumentals Got the pens and pencils, got down to business; but sometimes the business end of this shit can turn your friends against you But you was a real nigga, I could sense it in you I still remember the window of the car that you went through That's fucked up, but I'll never forget the shit we been through And I'ma do whatever it takes to convince you Cuz you my nigga Doc, and Eazy I'm still wit you Fuck the beef, nigga I miss you, and that's just bein real wit you You see the truth is Everybody wanna know how close me and Snoop is And who I'm still cool wit Then I got these fake-ass niggaz I first drew with Claimin that they non-violent, talkin like they *voice sample* Spit venom in interviews, speakin on reunions Move units, then talk shit and we can do this Until then - I ain't even speakin your name Just keep my name outta yo' mouth and we can keep it the same Nigga, it ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors It's just that I'm too damn big to pay attention to 'em That's the difference Chorus: Phish (repeat 2X) What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one - but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin [Xzibit] Yo I stay wit it While you try to perpetrate, play wit it Never knew about the next level until Dre did it (YEAH) I stay committed while you motherfuckers baby-sitted I smash you critics like a overhand right from Riddick (Yeah!) Come and get it, shitted on villians by the millions I be catchin bitches while bitches be catchin feelings So what the fuck am I supposed to do? I pop bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (Come on!) A heartless bastard, high and plastered My style is like the reaction from too much acid - never come down Pass it around if you can't handle it Hang Hollywood niggaz by they Soul Train laminates What's the difference between me and you? (What?) About five back accounts, three ounces and two vehicles Until my death, I'm Bangladesh I suggest you hold yo' breath til ain't none left Yo that's the difference Chorus [Eminem] Aight, hold up hold up! STOP THE BEAT A MINUTE!! I got somethin to say Dre; I wanna tell you this shit right now while this fuckin weed is in me (The fuck?!) I don't know if I ever told you this, but I love you dawg I got your motherfuckin back, just know this shit [Dre] Riiight? .. Slim, I don't know if you noticed it But I've had your back from day one, nigga let's blow this bitch [Em] I mean it dawg, you ever need somebody offed - who's throat is it? [Dre] Well if you ever kill that Kim bitch, I'll show you where the ocean is [Eminem] Well that's cool, and I appreciate the offer But if I do decide to really murder my daughter's momma I'ma sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her And cruise around wit her for seven hours through California And have her wavin at people (Hi!) Then drop her off on the corner at the police station and drive off honkin the horn for her Raw dawg, get your arm gnawed off Drop the sawed off and beat you wit the piece it was sawed off of Fuck blood, I wanna see some lungs coughed up Get shot up in the hot tub til the bubbles pop up and they nose and cough snot up, mucus in hot water That's for tryin to talk like The Chronic was lost product That's for even THINKIN of havin them thoughts thought up! You better show some respect whenever the Doc's brought up!! So what's the difference between us? We can start at the penis Or we can scream, "I Just Don't Give a Fuck," and see who means it! Chorus 1.25X
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Artist: DMX Album: The Great Depression Song: Who We Be Typed by: mack69daddy_@hotmail.com, hump@blueyonder.co.uk [DMX] Uhh, yeah, another one of those (this is for my nigga Q) down to earth joints (rest in peace baby - you know how we roll) There's so many that don't know (you knew I could do it) [Chorus] They don't knooow, who we beee They don't knooow, who we beee [DMX over Chorus] This goes out to my nigga Q - rest in peace baby (I miss you dog) You still here with me.. what they don't know is! [DMX] The bullshit, the drama (uhh), the guns, the armour (uhh!) The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama (what?!) The projects, the drugs (uhh!), the children, the thugs (uhh!) The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs (c'mon!) The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins (uhh!) The heartbroken mothers, it happens, too often (why?!) The problems, the things, we use, to solve 'em (what?!) Yonkers, the Bronx (uhh!), Brooklyn, Harlem (c'mon!) The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain (uhh!) The jerk, the fame, the work, the game (uhh!) The friends, the foes, the Benz, the hoes (what?!) The studios, the shows, comes, and it goes (c'mon!) The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the friendly (uh-huh!) The one that gave 'em the slugs, the one that put 'em in me (whoo!) The snakes, the grass, too long, to see (uhh, uhh!) The lawnmower, sittin, right next, to the tree (c'mon!) [Chorus 2X] [DMX] What we seeing is! The streets, the cops, the system, harrassment (uh-huh) The options, get shot, go to jail, or getcha ass kicked (aight) The lawyers, the part, they are, of the puzzle (uh-huh) The release, the warning, "Try not, to get in trouble" (damn!) The snitches, the odds (uhh), probation, parole (what?!) The new charge, the bail, the warrant, the hole (damn!) The cell, the bus, the ride, up North (uh-huh) The greens, the boots, the yard, these hearts (uhh!) The fightin, the stabbin, the pullin, the grabbin (what?!) The riot squad with the captain, nobody knows what happened (what?!) The two years in a box, revenge, the plots (uhh!) The twenty-three hours that's locked, the one hour that's not (uhh!) The silence, the dark, the mind, so fragile (aight!) The wish, that the streets, would have took you, when they had you (damn) The days, the months, the years, dispair One night on my knees, here it comes, the prayer [Chorus 2X] [DMX] This here is all about! My wife, my kids (uh-huh), the life that I live (uh-huh) Through the night, I was his (uh-huh), it was right, but I did (uh-huh) My ups, and downs (uhh), my slips, my falls (uhh) My trials and tribulations (uhh), my heart, my balls (uhh) My mother, my father, I love 'em, I hate 'em (uhh!) Wish God, I didn't have 'em, but I'm glad that he made 'em (uhh!) The roaches, the rats, the strays, the cats (what, what?!) The guns, knives and bats, everytime we scrap The hustlin, the dealin, the robbin, the stealin (uhh!) The shit, hit the ceilin, little boy, with no feelin's (damn) The frustration, rage, trapped inside a cage Got beatin's 'til the age, I carried a twelve gauge (aight!) Somebody stop me (please!), somebody come and get me (what?!) Little did I know, that the Lord was ridin with me The dark, the light (uhh), my heart (uhh), the fight (uhh) The wrong (uhh!), the right (uhh!), it's gone (uhh!), aight? [Chorus 4X] [DMX over Chorus] Man listen These motherfuckers don't know, who we are! They don't know They couldn't possibly fuckin know dawg That's from the heart
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No Matter What People Say [Puff Daddy] Uh, yeah Queen Bee, 2000 Come on No matter what people say We got it going on Who cares about what they think (Won't you come and) We are the number one (Come and show me how you do that baby) No matter what people say We got it going on Who cares about what they think (Shake your body to the rhythm) We are the number one (If it drives you crazy) Everywhere I go red carpet Gave the keys to valet tell 'em to park it Then I jumps out the Azure, a Lil' Kim aura Girls making faces like Ace Ventura And my B-A-D G-I-R-L-S is in the stretch LX Ain't shit you can tell us Even got some of these niggas jealous But tonight ain't about the fellas Bvlgari perfume from a mile ya smell us Model agencies say it's easy to sell us We got sex appeal, I'mma keep it real If I didn't have a deal I'd still be worth a mill', uh Depending on how I feel I might go on a heist So at my wedding I can throw ice instead of throwing rice We fly like kites never gettin' into fights I got a whole bunch of dikes on ninja bikes No matter what people say We got it going on Who cares about what they think (Won't you come and) We are the number one (Come and show me how you do that baby) No matter what people say We got it going on Who cares about what they think (Shake your body to the rhythm) We are the number one (If it drives you crazy) [Lil' Kim] I'm just trying to be me Doing what I got to do So why y'all keep hating on me and my crew [Lil' Caesar] Yo I'm saying Q.B. Look at them and look at you [Lil' Kim] TRUE! If I was you I'd hate me too Louis Vuitton shoes and a whole lot of booze Every other week a different a dude and other crews I make offers nobody can refuse You might even see me on the channel nine news I get paid just for laying in the shade To take pictures with a glass of lemonade My rocks shine like it was dipped in Cascade (Uh-uh, Kim been fly since she was in the fifth grade) Wake up in the morning to breakfast from a maid Wanted me so bad you went and copped the bootleg Y'all niggas played like a high top fade Some of the shit I hear I don't know how it got played Y'all rock Versace and y'all went out and bought it I rock Versace and y'all know I ain't paid for it My fam deep with security in the jeep When the Queen come in town everything shut down No matter what people say We got it going on Who cares about what they think (Won't you come and) We are the number one (Come and show me how you do that baby) No matter what people say We got it going on Who cares about what they think (Shake your body to the rhythm) We are the number one (If it drives you crazy) [Puffy] Breakdown, uh Let's dance come on Let's dance come on I see you let's go Yeah, Queen Bee, do it like this [Lil' Kim] I'm the highest, your highest title, numero uno I'm not a Puerto Rican but I'm speakin so that 'ju know {*Rakim* "This is how it should be done.. cause this style, is indentical to none"} The hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie to the hip hip-hop a ya don't stop to rock it to the bang-bang boogie to up jump the boogie to the boogie to the boogedy beat Now what you hear is not a fake It's the real Lil' Kim, Queen Bee (That's right) Now I know y'all heard other females rap But they ain't got nothin on me Cause, y'all take to my rap cause my rap's the best A hundred and fifty thou, sixteen bars nothin less (Nothin less) So to y'all haters, I paid y'all no mind In fact I'ma give it to y'all one more time like.. [Puffy] Uh yeah, what? Come on, bounce, what? No matter what people say We got it going on Who cares about what they think (Won't you come and) We are the number one (Come and show me how you do that baby) No matter what people say We got it going on Who cares about what they think (Shake your body to the rhythm) We are the number one (If it drives you crazy) fade out
Artist: Eve Album: Scorpion Song: Who's That Girl? Typed by: Ghettofabulous98@hotmail.com Yo, yo, yo They wanna know Who's that girl? (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Eve's that girl (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Who's that girl? (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Eve's that girl (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Yo, yo Can I turn you on by my word spell Look into my eyes think I want you, can't tell Me I keep it sexy, daddy so I can't fail Keep it gangsta for the cowards so I give 'em hell Call me misfit, lips spit a gang of trash Wrist glist now cause I make a gang of cash Light glance, still street with the doo-rag Slang, spit game, change speech, how they do that? Watch they mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out Broads with the screw face, smash on and knock out Ain't changed game don't run me, I run the game If I gotta keep it gritty so be it, I'm supposed to change Like simple, dizzy broads ain't fuckin with my mental Natural born hustlin' bitch check what I've been through Got mine took it from you, and now you slot mine Exec to my own shit, dawg I'm ownin dot coms Who's that girl? (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Eve's that girl (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Who's that girl? (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Eve's that girl (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Yo, yo I can understand why you're scared of Eve Thought I did it one way, ain't prepared for me Huh, mad cause an image I don't care to be Realness, real shit, spit reality Attitude rude, that's the Philly in I Need me in the game, I'm the thrill in your life Breath of fresh air Little boys hang me on their wall, I grow 'em chest hair Why you listenin to other shit? You go the best here Come on try your luck shorty, I got the rest scared Bet you anything you aint ready and you get left there Ain't known for frontin' vouch for my behavior Same way they get down I get down for this paper Sixteen lean from my pence so you can test her Still need to know who I am then cop the record Take it like a class on me and learn the lesson Bottom line my world, my way any questions Who's that girl? (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Eve's that girl (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Who's that girl? (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Eve's that girl (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Uh, yo power moves is made everyday by this thorough bitch I'ma get this bank anyway that I do this shit I was born to shine while most of y'all was borderline bullshit Know exactly what I want from me, you cats is clueless, Dispose the flow through my hands like water Heat starts growing from my son or my daughter Eve want her own cash, fuck what you bought her He spend, you owe, that's what mommy taught her Hardball is played, won't starve today Song after song I write so I get paid Thought I wasn't followin' up with the second round Now bitch swallow it up while I shove it down Make em love me over again and over your name Betcha they get over your style and over your fame Why you lookin sad at me, I ain't to blame Back to plan B baby I can feel your pain Who's that girl? (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Eve's that girl (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Who's that girl? (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Eve's that girl (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Let Me Blow Ya Mind [Eve] Uh, uh, uh, huh Yo, yo Drop your glasses, shake your asses Face screwed up like you having hot flashes Which one, pick one, this one, classic Red from blonde, yeah bitch I'm drastic Why this, why that, lips stop askin Listen to me baby, relax and start passin Expressway, hair back, weavin through the traffic This one strong should be labeled as a hazard Some of y'all niggas hot, sike I'm gassin Clowns I spot em and I can't stop laughin Easy come, easy go, E-V gon' be lastin Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic Some of y'all aint writin well, too concerned with fashion None of you aint gizell, cat walk and imagine Alotta y'all Hollywood, drama, passed it Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it CHORUS: Gwen Stefani And if I had to give you up It's only been a year Now I got my foot through the door And I aint goin nowhere It took awhile to get me in And I'm gonna take my time Don't fight that good shit in your ear Now let me blow ya mind [Eve] They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy(?) Shank up, haters wanna come after me You aint a ganster, prankster, too much to eat Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me Now while you grittin your teeth Frustration baby you gotta breathe Take alot more that you to get rid of me You see I do what they can't do, I just do me Aint no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines Love for my wordplay that's hard to find Sophomore, I aint scared, one of a kind All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine Eyes bloodshot, stressin, chills up your spine Huh, sick to your stomach wishin I wrote your lines CHORUS: Gwen Stefani And if I had to give you up It's only been a year Now I got my foot through the door And I aint goin nowhere It took awhile to get me in And I'm gonna take my time Don't fight that good shit in your ear Now let me blow ya mind [Eve] Let your bones crack Your back pop, I can't stop Excitement, glock shots from your stash box Fuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash route Locked down, blastin, sets while I mash out Yeah nigga, mash out, D-R-E Back track, think back, E-V-E Do you like that (ooooh), you got to I know you Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too Don't believe I'll show you, take you with me Turn you on, pension gone, give you relief Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me Damn she much thinner know now I'm complete Still stallion, brick house, pile it on Ryde or Die, bitch, double R, can't crawl Beware, cuz I crush anything I land on Me here, aint no mistake nigga it was planned on CHORUS: Gwen Stefani And if I had to give you up It's only been a year Now I got my foot through the door And I aint goin nowhere It took awhile to get me in And I'm gonna take my time Don't fight that good shit in your ear Now let me blow ya mind
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Artist: Ice Cube f/ Mack 10, Ms. Toi Album: Next Friday Soundtrack Song: You Can Do It Typed by: Ghettofabulous98@hotmail.com [Ice Cube] Yeah, yeah Get your ass and hurra Uh, Ice Cube baby Ninety-nine baby I'm on the grind baby All the time baby Show me something [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] Put your back into it [Ice Cube] Put your ass into it [Ice Cube] Tic-tic-boom Hear me banging down these back streets Bumpin' BlackSTREET, treated like a athlete Life ain't a track meet (no) it's a marathon Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on We be clubbing till the day we die Nigga ask the bartender if you think we lie But if you think we high, nigga think again Cause when it's sink or swim You got to think to win And if I drink this Hen' Everybody will know it Cause I ain't going for it So pray to the Lord that I don't pull out Cuss out and bust out Go the nigga route Make the trigger shout, uh You can try to smoke an ounce to this While I pronounce this shit Baby bounce them tits Mama move them hips Baby shake them cheeks I got dick for days You got ass for weeks, yeah, yeah [Ms. Toi] (Ice Cube) Don't stop get it, get it (That's real) Don't stop nigga hit it (I will) [Ice Cube] I'm gon' do it, gon' do it Gon' do it, do it, do it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] Put your back into it [Ice Cube] Put your ass into it [Ice Cube] Now all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones The thug ones, relatives and my cousins And I got ‘em by the dozen When they buzzin', quick to say fuck your husband This is for my niggas locked away Extra love for the ones who ain't got no date But when we hit checkmate with Ice Cube the great As soon as I get a word we can rush the safe Fuck them license plates because life is great It don't matter if you're rich and your folks ain't straight I'm still coming with that underground gangsta shit No matter how many niggas say we ain't the shit, bitch [Ms. Toi] (Ice Cube) Don't stop get it, get it (That's real) Don't stop nigga hit it (I will) [Ice Cube] I'm gon' do it, gon' do it Gon' do it, do it, do it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] Put your back into it [Ice Cube] Put your ass into it [Mack 10] I do hard core rhyming, hard time grinding With will I pimp hoes Other niggas wine and dine them Gotta love this pup shit Passing the mud shit Pockets on flood shit OG lyrical blood shit I don't rent I buy shit Niggas jealous of my shit You unaware of this young nigga getting all the fly shit While you're rooting and recruiting Nigga 6-8 whooping I was in the hood shooting cause I had the wife whooping I come from padres gold in oversized jars I past up strife and got star awards No time for playa hating, Mack paper chasing Came out the substation to the hip hop nation The mo' hits the mo' bigga with illegal weight figga Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga Bust the first asshole to show I can hit it I keep pushing, don't quit it Don't stop till I get it [Ms. Toi] (Ice Cube) Don't stop get it, get it (That's real) Don't stop nigga hit it (I will) [Ice Cube] I'm gon' do it, gon' do it Gon' do it, do it, do it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] (Ice Cube) Don't stop get it, get it (That's real) Don't stop nigga hit it (I will) [Ice Cube] I'm gon' do it, gon' do it Gon' do it, do it, do it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it Put your ass into it We be clubbing Freaky gyration is close to fornication We be clubbing Freaky gyration is close to fornication… Yeah uh-huh, Ice Cube, Westside Connection Know how we do? We puttin' it down, constantly Get your ass up and hurra
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JANET JACKSON LYRICS - Son Of A Gun (Remix) JANET JACKSON LYRICS "Son Of A Gun (Remix)" (feat. Carly Simon, Missy Elliott) [Janet] Ha, ha, who, who Thought you’d get the money, too Greedy, greedy, greedy Try to have the cake and eat it, too. [Missy Elliott] Missy! Ha, ha! Remix! Yo, check this out you greedy motha f****** I changed all my credit cards, And switched all the locks to all my doors You thought my heart would be destroyed Look around cuz I’m chillin’ boy Whatcha goin’ get your lawyer for? I makes my dough and just for sure you know Your lawyers should have let you know, you know, When you sue me you gonna be broke, you know, Ain’t no way you gonna bring me down easy Any chick that you stick is real sleazy Before I need you, I bet you gonna need me You ain’t want me, anyway you wanted to be me. What made you think I wanted to keep you around While I work my a** off while you just lounge around, huh? You slump, bum, son of a gun, And uh, How much you worth? I think negative, done [Janet] Sharp shooter into breakin’ hearts A baby gigolo, a sex pistol Hollerin’ at everything that walks No substance, just small talk Know why you’re feelin’ on that girl’s behind, You got a sleazy, one track mind Workin’ your work until you find Who’s goin’ home with you tonight. [Janet (Missy)] Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from? Who’s your next victim? (That’s right now) Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on? Who you gonna leave alone? (That’s what I’m talkin’ about) Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers, you don’t really love her? Oh, (Oh!) It’s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down, gun slugger shoot ‘em up [Janet & Carly Simon] I betcha think this song is about you, I betcha think this song is about you, I betcha think this song is about you, I betcha think this song is about you, Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you. [Missy] I’m doin’ better without you, and I’m happy without you. [Janet] Sweatin’ me but I’m not you’re type, You think you irk me, and you’re so right, I’d rather keep the trash and throw you out, Stupid b**** in my beach house No, I ain’t gonna go and act a fool, And be the lead story, on the n**** news Not me, sucker, I’d never be your lover, I’d rather make you suffer, you stupid motha f***** [Janet (Missy)] Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from? Who’s your next victim? (That’s right now) Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on? Who you gonna leave alone? (That’s what I’m talkin’ about) Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers, you don’t really love her? Oh, (Oh!) It’s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down, gun slugger shoot ‘em up [Missy] You must have thought you had game, now you, what? Walkin’ ‘round, like you’re down, you don’t give a… But you don’t really wanna be forgot into the streets, I’m a lover, not a fighter, but I crack your teeth Boy I plead please, no, don’t bother me. Cuz when you had me you ain’t know how to chill wit’ me You wanna be in the streets with the freak-nies But now you all up on them knees, still joggin’ me. But I’m gonna say it real, real, keep it real, What the deal? How you feel? Is it real? Is you sick? Cuz I’m the deal, still here, what the feelin’ Is real, don’t front, cuz boy I’m the… I’m doin’ better without you, playa, and I’m happy without you, playa, This song is about you, playa Motha f***** son of a gun, Janet! [Janet] Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off, Show me what you’re gonna do, I ain’t ‘bout to run, You have just run out of ammunition, Shootin’ blanks now, you son of a gun. [Missy] Missy, Janet, Carly [Janet (Missy)] Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from? Who’s your next victim? (That’s right now) Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on? Who you gonna leave alone? (That’s what I’m talkin’ about) Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers, you don’t really love her? Oh, (Oh!) It’s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down, gun slugger shoot ‘em up [Carly (over Janet and Missy)] No, no, no, no, no, it’s not what you say, it’s what you do You’re so vain, You probably think this song is about you, Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you, don’t you. [Janet & Carly] I betcha think this song is about you, I betcha think this song is about you, I betcha think this song is about you, I betcha think this song is about you, Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you. [Janet] Ha, ha, who, who Thought you’d get the money, too Greedy, greedy, greedy Try to have the cake and eat it, too. [Thanks to lnknPrk61@aol.com for these lyrics] [ www.azlyrics.com ]
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Where The Party At BRIDGE: [(Uh oh) uh, oh, oh, oh, oh)] 4x If the party’s where your at just let me know Shorty, don't be trippin' when you see us in the club Just show a little love, represent your side like me Cuz round here if you slip you catch a hot on Your rides sharp, but a couple of us got one Belvedere in the rear of the club, pulled up on dubs And we bout 2 go and buy the bar up, SO SO, 4 sho We ain't playin', hang with no lames, if you bumpin' say it... CHORUS: Hey where the party at? Girl is on their way, where the Bacardi at? Bottles and models talkin' all of that You know I can't forget about my thugs, where the party at? And all my girlz, where the party at? Off in the club, where the party at? If the parties where you at, let me hear you say... BRIDGE: [(Uh oh) uh, oh, oh, oh, oh)] 4x If the party’s where your at just let me know All the girlz in the club in their best outfit, just showin' that skin Tryin' 2 make a nigga wanna spit, where you been girl? You and your friend need 2 come 2 the back Where we got it locked down at, in your white t-shirt, or a 3 piece suit Don't matter what you wear, all that matters is who you with Some jiggy and some straight grinding, all up in the club just 2 have a good time. CHORUS: Hey where the party at? Girl is on their way, where the Bacardi at? Bottles and models talkin' all of that You know I can't forget about my thugs, where the party at? And all my girlz, where the party at? Off in the club, where the party at? If the parties where you at, let me hear you say... BRIDGE: [(Uh oh) uh, oh, oh, oh, oh)] 4x If the party’s where your at just let me know Nelly: Somebody show me where the party at dirty, somewhere where it's crackin' right around 1:30 Never get stuck 2 early, comin' as is (hey) do-rags and timbs I'm rollin' fast is, this little Jag and Benz, with the rose, not the one with the stem The one with the rims, the one that seem 2 make more enimies then friends I'm slidin' in pass those (hoes) Both eyes close, both arms froze, both charms rolls, with the S O S O D E dot F Buyin' bottles bottles, until there ain't none left I'm QUICK 2 go left, I blaze with no ref, I jams more than def baby show me the club. I'm like, hey, where that Bacardi at? (Come on ya'll), I'm a mix it with the Chrisp Baby what's wrong with that? We up in VIP twisted, down right spifted 2 way a nigga do a nigga like you miss me. CHORUS: Hey where the party at? Girl is on their way, where the Bacardi at? Bottles and models talkin' all of that You know I can't forget about my thugs, where the party at? And all my girlz, where the party at? Off in the club, where the party at? If the parties where you at, let me hear you say... BRIDGE: [(Uh oh) uh, oh, oh, oh, oh)] 4x If the party’s where your at just let me know BRIDGE: [(Uh oh) uh, oh, oh, oh, oh)] 4x If the party’s where your at just let me know Left side just put your hands up, throw 'em up Right side just put your hands up, throw 'em up Everybody put your hands up, throw 'em When the beat come back around, everybody do it again. Do the east side run this mutha 4 ya (hell naaw) Do my south side run this mutha 4 ya (hell naaw) And them haters can’t get no, ain’t talkin' bout, and they look like... ...If the parties where you're at, let me hear you say... Retour
JAGGED EDGE LYRICS - Where The Party At (So So Def Remix)
JAGGED EDGE LYRICS
"Where The Party At (So So Def Remix)"
(feat. Da Brat, J.D., Lil' Bow Wow,Nelly,R.O.C.)
[Jermaine Dupri:]
Uh haha
Remix
All I see over here ain't nothin' but a lot of honies lookin'
for man
And niggas with a lot of money, bottles in they hand
And short shirts, honies tryin' to show that slow (show that)
Lined up tryin' to get through the velvet ropes
'Cause over here when the jam drops everybody bug
Standin' on the couches like this our club
Got the Bacardi and Cristal mixed in too (yeah)
Knowin' in the morning I'm a feel the blues (uh huh)
Now the jam keeps droppin' and the drinks keep comin'
and the girls keep talkin' to me (talkin' to you)
I mean shit straight poppin' everybody jumpin'
Makin' it hard for me to leave (oh)
[Da Brat:]
All you gotta do is call me and I'll come runnin' to where the
party at
I keep a fat sack in the backpack
So what's happenin'?
In every city I'm rappin' in
If it's a after splash I'm the last cat in
Get in, purrin' tight like virgin
Like snow, flurrin'
The party begins when the slurpin' ends (oh)
You do me I do you
Spend a night with boo-boo
Let's have a private party for two
But it's gotta be pumpin' in order for me to get cream
Runnin' to the border for Colombian's green
Studyin' horniculture
My green thumb keeps them water vapors twistin'
I freak until I cum
I keeps it number one
[Hook - Jagged Edge {Jermaine Dupri}:]
Uh ooooooooooh
(Uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooh
(Uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooh {Yo, yo R.O.C.}
(Uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooh
(Uh oh oh oh)
If the party's where you're at, just let me know
[R.O.C.:]
Uh, uh
Now here we go, how 'bout another shot of henney?
I heard the apple martini happen to help plenty
Mami ven aqui, the party's over here!!
But the hustlers, gangsters, thugs is over here!!
Get wit' us (why?)
We true ballers like the Sixers
We all hoppin' out of sixes
Mines is black, Jermaine's is champagne
Jagged Edge in the blue, black and pearl white and gray
What a sight to be seen (uh)
So So Def's the crew I thought you knew
It's a beautiful thing (so beautiful)
I mean there's nothin' like us it's true
The sun could retire if the rocks we got get any brighter
WHOA!!
Once the man and the game that I kick begins
My nickname is ESPN
Now if ya jewels is blue and ya goose is gray
Mix in the O.J. and let's party away
[Hook]
[Nelly:]
Just show me where that party at dirty
Somewhere where it's crackin' right around one-thirty
Never get done too early
I'm comiin' as is.... UHHH!!!
Doo-rags and Tims
I'm rollin' pass his... UHHH!!!
His little Jag and Benz with the Rolls
Not the one with the stems, the one with the rims
The one that seems to make more enemies than friends
I'm slidin' in pass doors, both eyes closed
Both arms rose, both charms froze
With the S-O SO D-E dot F
Buyin' bottles bottles, until it ain't none left
I'm quick to go left, I plays with no ref
I Jams mo' than Def, baby show me the club I'm like...
"Ay, where that bacardi at?"
Mix it with the Cris' baby, what's wrong with that?
We in the VIP twisted, down right spliffed it
Two way and shit, ooh they makin' like they mislit, missed it
[Jagged Edge {Lil' Bow Wow}:]
Left side just put ya hands up, throw 'em up
Right side just put ya hands up, throw 'em up
Everybody put ya hands up, throw 'em up
When the beat come back around everybody do it again
Do the eastside run this mutha for ya? (Hell yeah!!)
Do my southside run this mutha for ya? (Hell yeah!!)
And them haters and hittin' on, ain't talkin' 'bout us (Uh
ooooh) {O-H-I-O}
And they look like... (Uh ooooh)
If the party's where you're at, just let me know {C-O, sick
flow}
[Lil' Bow Wow:]
Yo, this lil' cat got girls
Cat got flows, roll up in the party, snuck in the back door
I don't mean no harm, I just heard it was rockin'
Let me party witcha 'til the cops come knockin'
I'm tryin' to see what all the fuss about
Bounce a little bit before they put me out
I'm like the sun - this lil' cat got beam
Got girls 21 wishin' they was 14 (haha)
That's the affect that this phenom
Bow Weezy
When I do it I do it like it's for TV
They might come close but you and I both know they can't see
me
I'm a So So Def representative
Young niggas in the game they was born to live
And we do what we do, we don't talk no smack
And we always know where the party at, bling (bling bling)
[Jagged Edge] {Jermaine Dupri}
Ay, where the party at? {Tell 'em}
Girls is on the way, where the Bacardi at? {J.E. y'all}
Models and models, talkin' all of that
Know I can't forget about my thugs {C'mon}
(Where the party at?)
And all my girls {Yeah}
(Where the party at?)
Up in the club {Uh, yo}
(Where the party at?) {Tigah}
If they party's where you're at, let me here you say
[Tigah:]
Man I rip flows, get dough everytime I rip shows
Rip hoes, when we mash out in Chevy's and fours
Niggas know they ain't heard it like this before
Whenever we pull up on the strip they like "Oh!!!"
Chickens know me, hundred dollar mac and shorts
Tank tops and Polies
If it's 'bout cash, I'm gas chick, I'm on E
On e'rything
Me and Jagged, everytime we hit the club
This nigga's off the chain!!!
You can believe that
And if you don't, come on down here where you can see that
Anything you wanna be, best believe I be's that (oh)
Where the G's at?
Where the keys at?
Where the 22's on them SUV's at?
Gotta have that from the do'
And gotta get me some mo'
Man you think I'm goin' on a groupie, no
Spot me with a fifth in the velvet room
Crown Royale while J.E. spit this velvet tune
It's over (over)
Dog
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JAY-Z LYRICS - Jigga My Nigga JAY-Z LYRICS "Jigga My Nigga" Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, Swizz Beats It's almost over y'all Jigga, how real is that? Uhh, uhh, uhh, lights out niggaz! [Chorus: Jay-Z (and Amil)] (Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name? (Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, WHO? (Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name? (Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right [Jay-Z] Yeah.. yeah.. From the crap tables down in A.C. back on the block Jay-Z motherfucker from the, the, the Roc Went solo on that ass but it's still the same Brooklyn be the place where I serve them thangs B. my niggaz was strugglin, to the 'burbs they came And then we got to hustlin, murderin thangs I dipped in my stash, splurged on a chain Now I'm Titanic, Iceberg's the name Leave players on injured reserve, hurt the game The best way to describe me in a word, insane I dick down chicks all emerged in my fame Jigga been dope since Slick Rick's first chain The God, send you back to the earth from which you came I'm baking soda, waterfire, merged with 'cane Ladies don't know me said, "I heard he's vain" Well guess what mami? I heard the same You heard the name [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Yeah, uhh, I got a license to kill so I stare at the gat Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, niggaz scared of that Got a new motto this year, "Don't Fuck With My Ones" Knock on your door, three in the mornin, "It's just us and the guns!" See I scrambled with priests, hustle with nuns I got the, mind capacity of a young Butch Cassidy Niggaz get fly, let em defy gravity Fo'-five rapidly lift your chest cavity Streets won't let me chill Always been a clumsy nigga, don't let me spill Muh'fuckers wanna wet me still, I remain y'all more than one, like five divided by four Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by y'all Reciprocated and multiplied by more You likely to see Jigga in a widebody or drop-top Bentley Azure, holla at me y'all Uh [Chorus] [Jay-Z] I don't give a fuck if I sold one or one million, but I think you should Cause if I only sold one, then out comes the hood All black in the club, the outcome ain't good Them niggaz act like wolves, how come? They could Cause we don't drop hits, we drop bombs that smash Til the wrists is lit up, the arm looks like glass The necklace chipped up, the charm it flash Could fuck up your eyes like the bombest hash See the reason why chicks let me palm they ass All I gotta do is let em call me Shawn de'Glass Let me sit up in they whip til I launch it back Snap they neck, then shoot em til they arch them back The calmest cat, trust me when I palm this gat Kill your mind, body and soul, push your conscience back Monster's back, and Flex drop a bomb to that And e'rybody sing-a-long to the track, c'mon Uh-huh uhh uhh [Chorus: Jay-Z (and Amil)] (Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name? (Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, WHO? (Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name? (Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, WHO? (Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name? (Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, WHO? (Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name? (Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right.. (Jigga) ... [ www.azlyrics.com ]
JAY-Z LYRICS - Girls, Girls, Girls
JAY-Z LYRICS
"Girls, Girls, Girls"
(feat. Biz Markie, Slick Rick, Q-Tip)
[Jay-Z]
Girls I love you.. I love all y'all
Hehehe, hehehe, f'real
[Biz] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to
date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour, yeah
[Jay-Z]
I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam
So she call me cabron plus marricon
Said she likes to cook rice so she likes me home
I'm like, "Un momento" - mami, slow up your tempo
I got this black chick, she don't know how to act
Always talkin out her neck, makin her fingers snap
She like, "Listen Jigga Man, I don't care if you rap
You better - R-E-S-P-E-C-T me"
I got this French chick that love to french kiss
She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist
My, cherie amor, to a belle
Merci, you fine as fuck but you givin me hell
I got this indian squaw the day that I met her
Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather
She said all you need to know is I'm not a ho
And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough
Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, indian and black
That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn I'm gettin fat
Arroz con pollo, french fries and crepe
An appetitite for destruction but I scrape the plate
I love
[Tip] Girls, girls, girls, girls (uh-huh)
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to
date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
[Tip] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the globe
[Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll - c'mon
[Jay-Z]
I got this young chick, she so immature
She like, "Why you don't buy me Reeboks no more?"
Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor
Gotta toss a couple dollars, just to shut up her holla
Got a project chick, that plays her part
And if it goes down y'all that's my heart
Baby girl so thorough she been with me from the start
Hid my drugs from the NARCs, hid my guns by the parts
I got this model chick that don't cook or clean
But she dress her ass off and her walk is mean
Only thing wrong with ma she's always on the scene
God damn she's fine but she parties all the time
I get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chick
She look right in that tight blue dress, she's thick
She gives me extra pillows and seat back love
So I had to introduce her to the Mile High Club
Now that's young chick, stewardess, project and model
That means I fly rough early, plus I know Tahoe
That means I'm new school, pop pills and stay in beef
But I never have a problem with my first class seat
I love
[Rick] Girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to
date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
[Rick] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the globe
[Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll
[Jay-Z]
I got this paranoid chick, she's scared to come to the house
A hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it out
Got a chick from Peru, that sniff Peru
She got a cousin at customs that get shit through
Got this weedhead chick, she always catch me doin shit
Crazy girl wanna leave me but she always forgets
Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick'
Cause she kept bootleggin my shit - man
I got this African chick with Eddie Murphy on her skull
She like, "Jigga Man, why you treat me like animal?"
I'm like excuse me Ms. Fufu, but when I met your ass
you was dead broke and naked, and now you one half
I got this ho that after twelve million sold
Mami's a narcolyptic, always sleepin on Hov'
Gotta tie the back of her head like Deuce Bigalow
I got so many girls across the globe..
[Biz] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to
date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
[Tip] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the globe
[Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll
[Rick] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to
date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
[Jay]
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls..
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JAY-Z LYRICS - Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)
JAY-Z LYRICS
"Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)"
[Jay-Z]
Check the bassline out, uh-huh
Jigga (bounce wit it), uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh, yeahh
Let it bump though
["Annie" sample]
It's the hard knock life (uh-huh) for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!!
[Jay-Z]
From standin on the corners boppin
to drivin some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
For droppin some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
From the dope spot, with the smoke Glock
fleein the murder scene, you know me well
from nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when y'all niggaz know me to fail? Fuck naw
Where all my niggaz with the rubber grips, bust shots
And if you with me mom I rub on your tits, and what-not
I'm from the school of the hard knocks, we must not
let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot
let's stick up the world and split it fifty/fifty, uh-huh
Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huh
And sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissy
Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby!
You know it's hell when I come through
The life and times of Shawn Carter
nigga Volume 2, y'all niggaz get ready
["Annie" sample]
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!!
[Jay-Z]
I flow for those 'dro'ed out; all my niggaz
locked down in the ten by fo', controllin the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd rather that
I flow for chicks wishin, they ain't have to strip to pay
tuition
I see you vision mama, I put my money on the longshots
All my ballers that's born to clock
Now I'ma be on top whether I perform or not
I went from lukewarm to hot; sleepin on futons and cots
to King Size, dream machines, the green fives
I've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's
ills
Then I put it down type braile
I'm tight grill with the phony, rappers y'all might feel we
homies
I'm like still, y'all don't know me, shit!
I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improvin
I'm tryin to murder everything movin, feel me?!
["Annie" sample]
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!!
[Jay-Z]
I don't how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes
Gotta a lot of beef, so logically, I prey on my foes
Hustling's still inside of me, and as far as progress
you'd be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me
I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all lamed out
Didn't really appreciate it, til the second one came out
So I stretched the game out, X'ed your name out
Put Jigga on top, and drop albums non-stop for ya, nigguh!
["Annie" sample]
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!!
.. It's the hard knock life!!
.. It's the hard knock life!!
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Livin It Up [Ja Rule] Yea, yea, yea Where all my... Uhh, yea.. c'mon, c'mon uhh To all my bitches that be givin it up, uh To all my niggaz that be livin it up, we say... To all my bitches that be givin it up, ah C'mon [Ja Rule] Baby, this ain't your typical, everyday, one night thing It's a physical, I'ma fuck you tonight thing Fuck, knowin your name, jump yo' ass in the Range And roll over, gettin blown while blowin the doja Bring head to a closure - that's a good bitch Before it's all over, I'ma meat this bitch Probably treat this bitch, mo' betta Cause if you ain't - know, gangstas and hoes go together Poppin my collar potnah - who in the spot? Baby, Rule in the spot; and the mug and the watch ugly Half the hoes hate me, half them love me The ones that hate me only hate me cause they ain't fucked me And they say I'm lucky; you think I got time to fuck all these hoes and do all these shows? Or flight in the llama chargin white Rolls Uhh-oh, another episode [Chorus: Case, Ja Rule] [Case] What, do I do? [Rule] To all my niggaz that be livin it up, we say [Case] What, I do [Rule] To all my bitches that be givin it up, uhh [Case] What, youuuuuu do [Rule] To all my niggaz that be livin it up, we say [Case] What, do I do? [Rule] To all my bitches that be givin it up, uhh [Case] My loooooooove's for you [Rule] C'mon [Ja Rule] Bitches, just wanna hold a name that's active That's why they suck dick with mo' passion than average And I ain't mad at'cha; never leave you alone Cause we fucks when I'm home, phone sex when I'm gone We both grown, both got minds of our own Plus I freaks off like O-Dog in "Love Jones" Been in, many zones, baby one hoes, two hoes From, prissy bitches to hoes that do porno But you know, the Rule be livin it up And got all these hoes, givin it up I like a, little ooh baby, how cute are you? With a body that rides on sexual I got a stick, I'll ride right next to you Do a doughnut, and cut, then I'll open it up On the freeway, dick in her mouth, foot on the clutch Rule bitch, not givin a fuck [Chorus: Case, Ja Rule] [Case] What, do I do? [Rule] To all my niggaz that be livin it up, we say [Case] What, I do [Rule] To all my bitches that be givin it up, uhh [Case] What, youuuuuu do [Rule] To all my niggaz that be livin it up, we say [Case] What, do I do? [Rule] To all my bitches that be givin it up, uhh [Case] My loooooooove's for you [Rule] C'mon [Ja Rule] C'mon, we get hiiiigh C'mon, we get riiiight C'mon, we get liiiive Live yo' life [Ja Rule] Love you so sexy, I just want you next to me Your whole vibe, like you high on ecstasy Cause ain't nuttin but a 'E' thang bay-bay I know that pussy wet like cra-zay I wanna, feel your passion, come when you askin Laugh when you cryin, cry when you laughin But ain't nuttin happenin, the bitch got a little too high licked up my thigh then started crashin The radio blastin "Between Me and You" But, you ain't on the low with that freak shit you do Girl I thought you knew (what I do), know I know (what you do) Cause it's ain't a good night if the head ain't right Like, Teddy P let's "Turn Off the Lights" And, grind it out, takin no times out 'til the sun come out; bitch, lemme find out [Chorus: Case, Ja Rule] [Case] What, do I do? [Rule] To all my niggaz that be livin it up, we say [Case] What, I do [Rule] To all my bitches that be givin it up, uhh [Case] What, youuuuuu do [Rule] To all my niggaz that be livin it up, we say [Case] What, do I do? [Rule] To all my bitches that be givin it up, uhh [Case] My loooooooove's for you [Rule] C'mon [Chorus: Case, Ja Rule] [Case] What, do I do? [Rule] To all my niggaz that be livin it up, we say [Case] What, I do [Rule] To all my bitches that be givin it up, uhh [Case] What, youuuuuu do [Rule] To all my niggaz that be livin it up, we say [Case] What, do I do? [Rule] To all my bitches that be givin it up, uhh [Case] My loooooooove's for you [Rule] C'mon [Ja Rule] C'mon, we get hiiiigh C'mon, we get riiiight C'mon, we get liiiive C'mon, it's my time Retour
Artist: Ja Rule f/ Jennifer Lopez
Album: Pain is Love
Song: I'm Real (Murda Mix)
Typed by: charrstarr@yahoo.com, ghettofabulous98@hotmail.com
[Jennifer Lopez] (Ja Rule)
(What's my motherfuckin name?)
R-U-L-E
(Blowin back on this Mary Jane, I'm analyzin the game)
And the game done chose me
(To bring pain to pussy niggaz and pussy hoes, it's one in the same)
Ever since you told me
(There's only room for two, I've been makin less room for you)
Now only God can hold me
(Hug me, love me, judge me, the only Man that help is above me, holla)
I met so many men and
It's like their all the same
My appetite for lovin
Is now my hunger pain
And when I'm feelin sexy
Who's gonna come for me
My only problem is
Their insecurity
1 - [Jennifer Lopez] (Ja Rule)
(Tired of bein alone) Yeah, yeah
(Sick of arguin on the phone) Yeah, yeah
(Are you tellin all your friends) Yeah, yeah
(That your nigga don't understand) My love
2 - [Jennifer Lopez] (Ja Rule)
Cause I'm real
(The way you walk, the way you move, the way you talk)
Cause I'm real
(The way you stare, the way you look, your style, your hair)
Cause I'm real
(The way you smile, the way you smell, it drives me wild)
Cause I'm real
And I can't go on without you
[Ja Rule]
Girl, I've been thinkin bout this relationship
And I wanna know is this as good as it gets
Cause we've been through the worst times and the best times
But it was our time, even if it was part-time
Now they been lookin at me, smilin at me, laughin like we wasn't happy
But not knowin that we're growin and we're gettin married
Hard lovin and straight thuggin
Bitch, I ain't doin this shit for nuttin
I'm here to get it poppin, hoppin, let's ride up in the Benz
Hair blowin in the wind, sun glistenin off my skin, hey
I'm nasty, heh, you know me
But you still don't fuck with your baby
Repeat 2
[Jennifer Lopez]
Now people lovin me and hatin me, treatin me ungratefully
But not knowin that they ain't makin or breakin me
My life I live it to the limit and I love it
Now I can breathe again, baby, now I can breathe again
Now people screamin what the deal with you and so and so
I tell them niggas, mind their biz, but they don't hear me though
Cause I live my life to the limit and I love it
Now I could breathe again, baby, now I could breathe again
Repeat 1
Repeat 2 till end
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JOE LYRICS - Table For Two JOE LYRICS "Table For Two" I know you like that. Girl, tonight is all for you, a special rendezvous, a table for two. A table for two, dinner room with a view. Your body's unwinding you, let me eat up, Gonna start at your toes til I hit it up, A table for two. Tonight I'm gonna eat on you, but there won't be no add on you, No teasing you, gonna kiss on your lips where it's pleasing you. Come on in, lay the table, it's your body I wanna feast. Girl tonight, I'll be your waiter, I'm gonna serve a midnight treat. Would you like a little teaser, enough to wipe your appetite. A little taste of something sweeter, served just the way you like. I wanna taste your wine, I want your lips on mine. I wanna pleasure you, baby, anyway you want me to. A table for two, dinner room with a view. Your body's unwinding you, let me eat up, Gonna start at your toes til I hit it up, A table for two. Tonight I'm gonna eat on you, but there won't be no add on you, No teasing you, gonna kiss on your lips where it's pleasing you. I'll make you say oh, a little more, I think you're ready for the main course. A little cream, and cherry thing, That I can spread below your navel ring. I work my way down just a bit lower, I wanna kiss your body right, And just when you think it's over, I'll make it last all night. I wanna taste your wine, I want your lips on mine. I wanna pleasure you (if it's alright girl), Baby, anyway you want me to. A table for two, dinner room with a view. Your body's unwinding you, let me eat up, Gonna start at your toes til I hit it up, A table for two. Tonight I'm gonna eat on you, but there won't be no add on you, No teasing you, gonna kiss on your lips where it's pleasing you. Fingertips, on your lips, don't it make you wanna cream, Don't say sssh, they so sweet, on my tongue, I can feel sugar rush, here it comes. A table for two, dinner room with a view. Your body's unwinding you, let me eat up, Gonna start at your toes til I hit it up, A table for two. Tonight I'm gonna eat on you, but there won't be no add on you, No teasing you, gonna kiss on your lips where it's pleasing you. [ www.azlyrics.com ]
JOE LYRICS - I Wanna Know
JOE LYRICS
"I Wanna Know"
Yeah, oh yeah
Alright, oh, oh, oh
It's amazing how you knock me off my feet, hmm
Everytime you come around me I get weak, oh yeah
Nobody ever made me feel this way, oh
You kiss my lips and then you take my breath away
So I wanna know
[1] - I wanna know what turns you on
So I can be all that and more
I'd like to know what makes you cry
So I can be the one who always makes you smile
Girl he never understood what you were worth, hmm no
And he never took the time to make it work
(You deserve more loving, girl)
Baby I'm the type of man to show concern, yes I do, oh
Anyway that I can please you let me learn
So I wanna know
[Repeat 1]
[2] - Tell me what I gotta do to please you
Baby anything you say I'll do
Cause I only wanna make you happy
From the bottom of my heart, it's true
[Repeat 2]
I wish that I could take a journey through your mind, alright
And find emotions that you always try to hide babe, oh
I do believe that there's a love you wanna share, oh, oh
I'll take good care of you lady, have no fear, oh
So I wanna know
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 2 (2x)]
[Repeat 1 till end]
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Artist: Lil' Bow Wow f/ Snoop Dogg Album: Beware of Dog Song: Bow Wow (That's My Name) Typed by: Ibabyboyboo@aol.com [Lil' Bow Wow] Uh, say Uh, uh, say (My name is) Say, bow wow wow Uh, uh, bow wow (Yeah) Uh, uh, Snoop Dogg (Bow wow) Yeah, uh, my name is, Hair nappy but I'm happy pocket full of dough From the C-O representin' So So The girls recognize and these {niggas} do too I'm the flyest thing walkin' through junior high school So make room next to your little, Backstreet poster Cause Bow Wow's here and it's over! YA HEARD! I'm this, I'm that, I'm all of the above In a big body {shotgun} ridin on dub's I've been seen with the baddest, heard with the best And I got it locked down from the East to the West Look at my eyes, ya know; I ain't playin' That's why all through the streets All I hear {niggas} sayin' is [Choru: Lil' Bow Wow] Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay Where my dogs at? Bark with me now Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay And all my girls around the world that love how it's goin down say Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay Where my dogs at? Bark with me now Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay And all my girls around the world that love how it's goin down [Lil' Bow Wow] Now that the gates wide open, it is I who they runnin' from Little with the ill crossover like Iverson In two-kay my way and I'm the first to rock First to drop, ice in the bezel of a G-Shock Like B.I.G. and Pac, I'm hard to forget What makes it even worse, I'm just getting started Yeah that's me; that's got your daughter in a frenzy Yeah that's me; that's got her arguing with her friends about Who? Gone, gimme when they see me Sayin', "Do you?" See him, "Ooh he the man!" Thirteen, game locked, don't trip All that and a bag of chips; "Hi! My Name Is.." [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay Woof mother{fucker} the Dogg came to play Calgon Calgon, take me away I'm in the dirty dirty with my nephew J Dizzy, izzy, boy we getting busy With Lil' Bow Wizzy, this shit is off the heezy I threw him like a Frisbee And, "Yeah, he came back." Like uh, boomerang, Dogg Pound game Hundred thousand dollar chains What'chu say J.D.? (J.D.: Bling, bling, money ain't a thang!) Ya ask me again and Imma tell you the same I'm flippin' on these {niggas} While I'm trippin' on these {niggas} (trippin') Buck one, buck two, buck three, buck four You standin' on the wall, {nigga} bust a (bus) But you can't trust her, it's good game And all my {niggas} represent yo bang Put it up, now click clack it up And all the {niggas}, bag it up Cause I wanna smack it up We do it to ya Doggystyle (Doggystyle) Big Bow Wow in yo' mouth, bow wow! [Chorus] - repeat to fade
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MARY J BLIGE LYRICS "Family Affair" Let's get it crunk, we gon' have fun Up on in this, dance for me We got ya open, now ya floatin' So you gots to dance for me Don't need no hateration, holleratin' In this dance for me Let's get it percolatin', while you're waiting So just dance for me Come on everybody get on up Cause you know we gots to get it crunk Mary J. is in the spot tonight As I'mma make it feel alright (Make it feel alright) Come on baby just party with me Let loose and set your body free Leave your situations at the door So when you step inside jump on the floor Let's get it crunk, we gon' have fun Up on in this, dance for me We got ya open, now ya floatin' So you gots to dance for me Don't need no hateration, holleratin' In this dance for me Let's get it percolatin', while you're waiting So just dance for me It's only gonna be about a matter of time Before you get loose and start loose your mind Cop you a drink, go head and rock your ice Cause we celebrating No More Drama in our life With a great track pumpin', everybody's jumpin' Goin ahead and twist your back and get your body bumpin' I told you leave your situations at the door So grab somebody and get your ass on the dance floor Let's get it crunk, we gon' have fun Up on in this, dance for me We got ya open, now ya floatin' So you gots to dance for me Don't need no hateration, holleratin' In this dance for me Let's get it percolatin', while you're waiting So just dance for me We don't need, don't need, no haters Just try to love one another We just want y'all have a good time No more drama in your life Work real hard to make a dime If you got beef, your problem, not mine Leave all that BS outside We're gonna celebrate all night Let's have fun, tonight, no fights Turn the great track way Making you dance all night and I Got some real heat for ya this time Doesn't matter if you're white or black Let's get crunk cuz Mary's back Let's get it crunk, we gon' have fun Up on in this, dance for me We got ya open, now ya floatin' So you gots to dance for me Don't need no hateration, holleratin' In this dance for me Let's get it percolatin', while you're waiting So just dance for me
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MARY J BLIGE LYRICS - No More Drama
MARY J BLIGE LYRICS
"No More Drama"
So tired, tired of these drama
No more, no more
I wanna be free
I'm so tired, so tired
Broken heart again
Another lesson learn
Better know your friends
Or else you will get burn
Gotta count on me
Cause I can guarantee
That I'll be fine
No more pain (no more pain)
No more pain (no more pain)
No drama (no more drama in my life)
Noone's gonna make me hurt again
What a player fool
Go through ups and downs
Nowhere and all the time
You wouldn't be around
Or maybe I like the stress
Cause I was young and restless
But there was long ago
I don't wanna cry no more
No more pain (no more pain)
No more game (no more game messin with my mind)
No drama (no more drama in my life)
Nooone's gonna make me hurt again
No more tears (no more tears, I'm tired of cryin everynight)
No more fears (no more fears, I really don't wanna cry)
No drama (no more drama in my life)
I don't ever wanna hurt again
Wanna speak my mind, wanna speak my mind
Uh, it feel so good
When you let go
Avoid these drama in your life
Now you're free from all the pain
Free from all the game
Free from all the stress
So bye your happiness
I don't know
Only God knows where the story is
For me, but I know where the story begins
It's up to us to choose
Whatever we win or loose
And I choose to win
No more pain (no more pain)
No more game (tired of your playin' game with my mind)
No drama (no more drama in my life)
No more, no more, No more, no more
No more tears (no more tears, no more cryin every night)
No more fears (no more waking be up in the morning)
No drama, no more in my life
No more drama, no more drama
No more drama, no more drama
NO MORE DRAMA
NO MORE DRAMA
NO MORE DRAMA
NO MORE DRAMA
NO MORE DRAMA
No more drama in my life
So tired, tired of these drama
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MARY J BLIGE LYRICS - PMS
MARY J BLIGE LYRICS
"PMS"
I wanna talk to the ladies tonight
About situation I'm pretty sure y'all be able to relate to
Trust me
Today I'm not feelin pretty
See I'm feeling quite ugly
Havin one of this days
When I cant make up the ??
So don't even look at me
See I don't wanna hear your problem
Cause I'm having some of my own
I know it was not your fault
That I'm feelin down
I just wanna be left alone
Down I'm now in depression
I think the worst of everything
My low was back and seeking
And my close don't feel
Now aint that a bitch
Got an attitude and I aint talkin to you
Won't to you if the shoe fill
I don't care what you think about me
I don't need you cry around me
I don't nedd it, no no
PMS
Go through something in nights
Is the some at day
I don't need to understand
Where I'm coming from tonight
See I'm feelin messin
Told you, you would be able to late tonight
Hallo was back he say
PMS
And I don't know what I'm gonna do
I'm fulled stressed
I want y'all to hear what I'm sayin
PMS, PMS, PMS
Understand what I'm sayin tonight
Understand where I'm comin from
Feelin really bitch yeah
And I don't feel like be a nice to nobody
Don't feel like smilin no
Don't feel like smilin no no
See I already know that I'm talkin
PMS
And I don't need you to remind me
See cause PMS
Is takin no all right now
if you understand, understand where I'm comin from
Sing along, PMS
This is the worst part of everything
The worst part of being a woman is PMS
Give me a brake, give me a brake
Cause I don't wanna have to set it on tonight
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MARY J BLIGE LYRICS - Steal Away
MARY J BLIGE LYRICS
"Steal Away"
Is just that ghetto ghetto
Ghetto ghetto
Is just that ghetto ghetto
Ghetto ghetto
We still ghetto ghetto
Ghetto ghetto
I've been thinkin lately baby
Maybe we should layin tonight
I would ?? paper was crazy
Music if is wrong I feel this right
Maybe we can make sweet love
Cause I know we feel so good
And more of two we escape this pressure
You know what? We should
Steal away, steal away
Before a day, the mouth say
Whishing the love, much more soon
One wanna, share the moon
And we make love, all that day
Steal away
You know I really need you sugar
I want you to make me away
I can't wait to really bounce so
We can be togheter there's no doubts
That my love has no limits
So I will wipe away your froud
How come your sexy secrets
Now I'll join you, for the rest of my life
Steal away, steal away
Before a day, the mouth say
Whishing the love, much more soon
One wanna, share the moon
And we make love, all that day
Steal away
For sure mamma steal away
Car keys to my mens Benz and Bil away
Spillin say, whatever you man like it or not
He aint diggin it right
So I'mma be pipe in line
Icey on hot mami hold on if you aint
We put a flick on your hand
I'll front your navel
Whatever it comes able to make you happy
Whatever's the back fo' dot six in the navy
Blakes and the pillow fluffed up
And we shine like we Puff Dad
Blowin that dro till we fucked up
Is longs up, I just dolos honey
All his honey he wild like I stole his money
Is gold his honey Is my gold this money
He can have my wife, while me and you live a lavish life
Which be see exactly tipe, tounges and brass
I'm hoping to God to say no more
Steal away, steal away
Before a day, the mouth say
Whishing the love, much more soon
One wanna, share the moon
And we make love, all that day
Steal away
Steal away, steal away
Before a day, the mouth say
Whishing the love, much more soon
One wanna, share the moon
And we make love, all that day
Steal away
Is just that ghetto ghetto
Ghetto ghetto
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MARY J BLIGE LYRICS - Where I've Been
MARY J BLIGE LYRICS
"Where I've Been"
(feat. Eve)
[Spoken]
(To all the youth in the world that thinks nobody
understands...
Well I understand that)
It's been hard for me
Trying strugglin' in the streets
But where I've been- Is no longer where I'm at
And where I'm going- Is not where I'm stoppin' at
It's been hard for me
Trying strugglin' in the streets
But where I've been- Is no longer where I'm at
And where I'm going- Is not where I'm stoppin' at
I grew up as a 70's baby
Brought up in poverty and sin
Makin' jokes at the crazy lady
Never acred how she was dealin' within
I knew all the words to
Micheal Jackson's album as a kid
And when it came to the biggest crusher
No he wasn't my man
At the age of seven years old
A strange thing happened to me
Before I even saw
My life had flashed before me
And I've got the mark to show
And it became a thang of beauty
So I gotta let you know
That my life, that my life
It's been hard for me
Trying strugglin' in the streets
But where I've been- Is no longer where I'm at
And where I'm going- Is not where I'm stoppin' at
It's been hard for me
Trying strugglin' in the streets
But where I've been- Is no longer where I'm at
And where I'm going- Is not where I'm stoppin' at
It's been hard for me
Trying strugglin' in the streets
But where I've been- Is no longer where I'm at
And where I'm going- Is not where I'm stoppin' at
Now mama's workin' hard all day
And she said this before she left home
Take care of your little brother
Have the place cleaned when I get home
All these priorities
Me and Tanya had to learn to be grown
But at the time for me
Being grown had seemed so lone
Woke up and I'm seventeen
With nothing going for me
Except the fact that I sing
You know it hurts so much
From all the sights that I've seen
From abusin' the hole in trust
You probably couldn't take some of things
That I've lived in my life
It's been hard for me
Trying strugglin' in the streets
But where I've been- Is no longer where I'm at
And where I'm going- Is not where I'm stoppin' at
It's been hard for me
Trying strugglin' in the streets
But where I've been- Is no longer where I'm at
And where I'm going- Is not where I'm stoppin' at
It's been hard for me
Trying strugglin' in the streets
But where I've been- Is no longer where I'm at
And where I'm going- Is not where I'm stoppin' at
It's hard and the street's a jungle (I'm telling you, I'm
telling you)
Especially with your pretty colors (I'm telling you, I'm
telling you)
So stay low and keep it humble (I'm telling you, I'm telling
you)
Black women hold it down, keep your feet on the ground
Black men keep searching and you'll be found
It's been hard for me
Trying strugglin' in the streets
But where I've been- Is no longer where I'm at
And where I'm going- Is not where I'm stoppin' at
It's been hard for me
Trying strugglin' in the streets
But where I've been- Is no longer where I'm at
And where I'm going- Is not where I'm stoppin' at
[Rap by Eve]
In this world of continuous bullshit and full clips
Seems all we have to pass down is being useless
Broken homes, babies all alone, parent's never there
No food, no clothes to wear, anger everywhere
Ain't no values being taught, no productive thoughts
Jealousy rules the world, take shit at any cost
Gotta change our state of life, keep it worth livin'
God gave us voices to speak and that's our way of givin'
It's so much bigger than the furs and the jewels
What about encouragin' the youth to do well
What about givin' back- what about unifying
Shit we all black- get it together
Everybody's got their trials and tribulations
Learn to change the negative to positive situations
Don't hold the lessons that you learn
Pass it on and except the blessings that could earn
It's been hard for me
Trying strugglin' in the streets
But where I've been- Is no longer where I'm at
And where I'm going- Is not where I'm stoppin' at
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MARY J BLIGE LYRICS - Flying Away
MARY J BLIGE LYRICS
"Flying Away"
Me, you will go flying away
I'm gon' take you lil' higher
We'll go flying away
Where the sun is wet and the rainbow's fly
Flying away
Unto another star
Where I'm mines and our hearts will find a way
Baby, here's your only chance
Call me your sunshine
On a rainy day- love is on the way
Don't you worry bout nothing at all
If you really need a friend, it's me you could call
I won't bring you down
We'll fly high above the ground
And me and you
Me, you will go flying away
I'm gon' take you lil' higher
We'll go flying away
Where the sun is wet and the rainbow's fly
Flying away
Unto another star
Where I'm mines and our hearts will find a way
Ooh everything you're dreaming of
You can always find it
Inside me there's love
I won't push and shove
I'll be so gentle with your feelings you'll see
That you really need a woman and the woman is me
I won't play no games
I will always stay the same
Let's go higher baby
Me, you will go flying away
I'm gon' take you lil' higher
We'll go flying away
Where the sun is wet and the rainbow's fly
Flying away
Unto another star
Where I'm mines and our hearts will find a way
I know
That you feel so good
Up above
You see
You and me
So we'd go
We'll climb and we'll climb
And we're gunna get so high
Till we reach the stars
Finally get to Mars
We'll go higher babe
[Musiclude with Ad-libs]
Me, you will go flying away
I'm gon' take you lil' higher
We'll go flying away
Where the sun is wet and the rainbow's fly
Flying away
Unto another star
Where I'm mines and our hearts will find a way
Me, you will go flying away
I'm gon' take you lil' higher
We'll go flying away
Where the sun is wet and the rainbow's fly
Flying away
Unto another star
Where I'm mines and our hearts will find a way
Me, you will go flying away
I'm gon' take you lil' higher
We'll go flying away
Where the sun is wet and the rainbow's fly
Flying away
Unto another star
Where I'm mines and our hearts will find a way
Me, you will go flying away
I'm gon' take you lil' higher
We'll go flying away
Where the sun is wet and the rainbow's fly
Flying away
Unto another star
Where I'm mines and our hearts will find a way
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MARY J BLIGE LYRICS - Love
MARY J BLIGE LYRICS
"Love"
Well it was like a party
But the kids seem to scatter off
(Kids seem to scatter off)
You told me all those lies
That I said you did
And I can't give one more chance
But I betcha I will show you
That the pick of a letter comes a little thicker
And I said it would
And it's been coming for a long time
L!
Let's get you ready for another, another lifetime
O!
Our position is just to see what you can do
V!
Become a victim on the verge, I'll kick your ass now
E!
This is serious so you'll know what to do
You been wasting time
Are you out of your mind
Well you show me some love
With intentions high
You probably need a place to count your cash
(Need a place to count your cash)
You said you're sorry so many times
And I'm sorry that you ever did
Well you can take your life of love
And stick it up in your main frame
Cause there'll be no more second chances
No more hot romances
And I like it this way
So let me break it down for you
[Chorus]
Better stop playin me
Start lovin me
I ain't the same woman giving love for free
All my life sittin, thinkin how to please you
Been flyin so long now, my screws are loose
Now it's time to move
Cause I'm sick and tired of playin the fool
Cause you play to lose
And I play to win
Tried not tosin
Treid to be your friend
Like every other girl
Never sexed your friends
But it's over now
And you saying, "How?"
I found something new
That worth the while
Instead of meesin with a bump cat poster child
But I'm focused now
People saying, "Wow!"
In place of a frown on my face, a smile
You must be out yo mind
I have no time to get you ready for a love of a liftime
[Chorus]
You been wasting time
Are you out of your mind
Well you show me some love
[Chorus]
[Ad-lib]
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MARY J BLIGE LYRICS - Never Been
MARY J BLIGE LYRICS
"Never Been"
I've never been touched like this- I've never been
I've never been kissed like this- I've never been
I never knew it felt like this- I never knew
I never knew a love like this
Pardon me- excuse me- forgive me- I can't help it
But I see- the energy- 'tween you and me- and I'm selfish
Don't want no- other girls- calling you- never ever
Cause I want- us to stay- together- forever
I've never been touched like this- I've never been
I've never been kissed like this- I've never been
I never knew it felt like this- I never knew
I never knew a love like this
Believe me- when I say- there is no one- I mean none
That can do- the things you do- the things you did- and get
done
And I believe- that I can feel- this way- for a reason
In all the ways- you make me feel- boy you keep- me breathing
I've never been touched like this- I've never been
I've never been kissed like this- I've never been
I never knew it felt like this- I never knew
I never knew a love like this
What you got- Them others don't- Cause you're the one I want
You make me hot- Them others don't- Cause baby you're the one
I love
What you got- Them others don't- Cause you're the one I want
You make me hot- Them others don't- Cause baby you're the one
I love
I've never been touched like this- I've never been
I've never been kissed like this- I've never been
I never knew it felt like this- I never knew
I never knew a love like this
I've never been touched like this- I've never been
I've never been kissed like this- I've never been
I never knew it felt like this- I never knew
I never knew a love like this
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MICHAEL JACKSON LYRICS - The Lost Children MICHAEL JACKSON LYRICS "The Lost Children" We pray for our fathers, pray for our mothers Wishing our families well We sing songs for the wishing, of those who are kissing But not for the missing [CHORUS 1] So this one’s for all the lost children This one’s for all the lost children This one’s for all the lost children, wishing them well And wishing them home When you sit there addressing, counting your blessings Biding your time When you lay me down sleeping and my heart is weeping Because I’m keeping a place [CHORUS 2] For all the lost children This is for all the lost children This one’s for all the lost children, wishing them well And wishing them home Home with their fathers, Snug close and warm, loving their mothers I see the door simply wide open But no one can find thee [CHORUS 3] So pray for all the lost children Let’s pray for all the lost children Just think of all the lost children, wishing them well This is for all the lost children This one’s for all the lost children Just think of all the lost children Wishing them well, and wishing them home [Thanks to webmaster@lyrics-world.de for these lyrics] [ www.azlyrics.com ]
MICHAEL JACKSON LYRICS - You Rock My World
MICHAEL JACKSON LYRICS
"You Rock My World"
Ho...oh...
My life will never be the same
'Cause girl, you came and changed
The way I walk
The way I talk
I cannot explain the things I feel for you
But girl, you know it's true
Stay with me, fulfill my dreams
And I'll be all you'll need
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, it feels so right (Girl)
I've searched for the perfect love all my life (All my
life)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, it feels like I (Like I)
Have finally found her perfect love is mine (See, I
finally found, come on, girl)
You rocked my world, you know you did
And everything I own I give (You rocked my world)
The rarest love who'd think I'd find
Someone like you to call mine (You rocked my world)
You rocked my world, you know you did (Girl)
And everything I own I give (I want you, girl)
The rarest love who'd think I'd find
Someone like you to call mine
In time I knew that love would bring
This happiness to me
I tried to keep my sanity
I waited patiently
Girl, you know it seems
My life is so complete
A love that's true because of you
Keep doing what you do
Oh, oh, oh, oh, who'd think that I (Oh)
Have finally found the perfect love I searched for all
my life (Searched for all my life)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, who'd think I'd find
(Whoa...oh...oh...)
Such a perfect love that's so right (Whoa, girl)
You rocked my world, you know you did (Come on, come
on, come on, come on)
And everything I own I give
The rarest love who'd think I'd find (Girl)
Someone like you to call mine (You rocked my world)
You rocked my world (You rocked my world), you know
you did
And everything I own I give (Girl, girl, girl)
The rarest love who'd think I'd find
Someone like you to call mine (Girl)
You rocked my world, you know you did (Oh)
And everything I own I give (You rocked my world)
The rarest love who'd think I'd find
Someone like you to call mine
You rocked my world (Oh...), you know you did
And everything I own I give (To rock my world)
The rarest love who'd think I'd find
Someone like you to call mine
Girl, I know that this is love
I felt the magic all in the air
And girl, I'll never get enough
That's why I always have to have you here, hoo
You rocked my world (You rocked my world), you know
you did
And everything I own I give (Look what you did to
me, baby, yeah)
The rarest love who'd think I'd find
Someone like you to call mine (You rocked my world)
You rocked my world, you know you did (Know you did,
baby)
And everything I own I give ('Cause you rocked my
world)
The rarest love who'd think I'd find (Hoo, hoo)
Someone like you to call mine
(You rocked my world)
You rocked my world, you know you did
(The way you talk to me, the way you're lovin' me)
(The way you give it to me)
You rocked my world, you know you did
(Give it to me)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah...yeah...ooh)
You rocked my world (You rocked my world), you know
you did
(You rocked my world, you rocked my world)
(Come on, girl) You rocked my world (Come on, girl),
you know you did
(Baby, baby, baby)
And everything I own I give
The rarest love who'd think I'd find
Someone like you to call mine
You rocked my world, you know you did
And everything I own I give
The rarest love who'd think I'd find
Someone like you to call mine
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MICHAEL JACKSON LYRICS - Cry
MICHAEL JACKSON LYRICS
"Cry"
[VERSE 1]
Somebody shakes when the wind blows
Somebody's missing a friend, hold on
Somebody's lacking a hero
And they have not a clue
When it's all gonna end
[VERSE 2]
Stories buried and unfold
Someone is hiding the truth, hold on
When will this mystery unfold
And will the sun ever shine
In the blind man's eyes when he cries?
[CHORUS]
You can change the world (I can't do it by myself)
You can touch the sky (Gonna take somebody's help)
You're the chosen one (I'm gonna need some kind of sign)
If we all cry at the same time tonight
[VERSE 3]
People laugh when they're feelin sad
Someone is taking a life, hold on
Respect to believe in your dreams
Tell me where were you
when your children cried last night?
[VERSE 4]
Faces fill with madness
Miracles unheard of, hold on
Faith is found in the winds
All we have to do
Is reach for the truth
[CHORUS]
And when that flag blows
There'll be no more wars
And when all calls
I will answer all your prayers
[CHORUS x3]
Change the world
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[Thanks to nasimsadat@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics]
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MICHAEL JACKSON LYRICS - Speechless
MICHAEL JACKSON LYRICS
"Speechless"
Your love is magical, that's how I feel
But I have not the words here to explain
Gone is the grace for expressions of passion
But there are worlds and worlds of ways to explain
To tell you how I feel
But I am speechless, speechless
That's how you make me feel
Though I'm with you I am far away and nothing is for real
When I'm with you I am lost for words, I don't know what to
say
My head's spinning like a carousel, so silently I pray
Helpless and hopeless, that's how I feel inside
Nothing's real, but all is possible if God is on my side
When I'm with you I am in the light where I cannot be found
It's as though I am standing in the place called Hallowed
Ground
Speechless, speechless, that's how you make me feel
Though I'm with you I am far away and nothing is for real
I'll go anywhere and do anything just to touch your face
There's no mountain high I cannot climb
I'm humbled in your grace
Speechless, speechless, that's how you make me feel
Though I'm with you I am lost for words and nothing is for
real
Speechless, speechless, that's how you make me feel
Though I'm with you I am far away, and nothing is for real
Speechless, speechless, that's how you make me feel
Though I'm with you I am lost for words and nothing is for
real
SpeechlessYour love is magical, that's how I feel
But in your presence I am lost for words
Words like, "I love you."
[Thanks to webmaster@lyrics-world.de for these lyrics]
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MISSY 'MISSDEMEANOR' ELLIOTT LYRICS - One Minute Man MISSY 'MISSDEMEANOR' ELLIOTT LYRICS "One Minute Man" (feat. Ludacris) [Missy] Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand I don't want no minute man Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH Ohh, ohh.. Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH Ohh, ohh.. [Missy] Boy I'ma make you love me, make you want me And I'ma give you some attention, tonight Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin See I'ma keep you all night, for a long time Just start countin the ways [Chorus] Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no.. [Missy] Tonight I'ma give it to you, throw it to you I want you to come prepared, ohhh yeah (oh yes) Boy it's been a long time, a crazy long time And I don't want no minute man, and that's real Give it to me some more [Chorus] [Ludacris] Yeah, uhh, uhh It's time to set yo' clock back bout as long as you can I stop daylight and Ludacris the maintenance man Get your oil changed, I check fluids and transmission You one minute FOOLS, you wonder why y'all missin On the back of milk cartons and there's no reward No regards, close but it's no cigar A hard head make a soft ass, but a hard dick make the sex last I jump in pools and make a big splash Water overflowin, so get your head right It's all in yo' mind punk so keep your head tight Enough with tips and advice and thangs I'm big dog, havin women seein stripes and thangs They go to sleep, start snorin, countin sheep and shit They so wet, that they body start to leak and shit Just cause I'm an ALL-nighter, shoot ALL fire Ludacris, balance and rotate ALL tires [Missy] Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand I don't want no minute man Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no one minute man Break-break me off, break break me off Break break me off, show me what you got Break me off, show me what you got.. Break me off, show me what you got.. Break me off, show me what you got.. Break me off, break break me off [ www.azlyrics.com ]
MISSY 'MISSDEMEANOR' ELLIOTT LYRICS - She's A Bitch
MISSY 'MISSDEMEANOR' ELLIOTT LYRICS
"She's A Bitch"
To the M-I prrrrrrrr, cat like a semi
Nigga stole my car, why'nt you get my
Give yo' ass a black eye
Oh, say bye-bye
I'mma give your body to the sky
Run through your clique
Nigga, you pissed on trip
I'mma have to bust you in your lips
And the whips better have a whole lotta chips
Cuz I ain't for no nigga givin' tips
She's a bitch
When you say my name
Talk mo' junk but won't look my way
She's a bitch
See I got more cheese
So back on up while I roll up my sleeves
[1] - She's a bitch
You can't see me, Joe
Get on down while I shoot my flow
She's a bitch
When I do my thing
Got the place on fire, burn it down to flame
Roll up in my car, don't stop, won't stop
I'mma keep in rockin' til the clock don't tock
I'mma keep it hot, light my ass on fire
I'mma grab a philly, go and roll it at the bar
Whatcha talk? Whatcha say? Huh?
Gotta flow, gotta move it slow, huh?
Better you runnin' out the door, huh?
You gon' be a long lost soul, whacha say?
Yippe yi yo, yippe yi yi yay
Put me on stage, watchin' niggas feel me
Put my shit on wax, watch it blaze like May
Go yippe yi yo yippe yi yi yay
55, 65, hike
75, 85, test the mic
95, Missy wild for the night
105, I'mma keep the crowd hyped
[2] - She's a bitch
When they say my name
Talk mo' junk but won't look my way
She's a bitch
See I got mo' cheese
Back on up while I roll up my sleeve
She's a
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
Whatchu know about Timothy, lemme know
Eat an MC like Cease, lemme know
If he get drunk lean on me, lemme know
I'm about to bust like pee, feel me now
Anybody know my skills, what the deal
Anybody feel my skills, it's the real
Anybody wanna come fuck wit us still
Anybody gotta get the hoe by they pill
[Repeat 2]
[Repeat 1]
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MISSY 'MISSDEMEANOR' ELLIOTT LYRICS - You Don't Know
MISSY 'MISSDEMEANOR' ELLIOTT LYRICS
"You Don't Know"
(feat. Lil' Mo)
[Missy]
Now see, the one thing I like about the niggas
Is that they can fess up to one of they boys
That they been sleepin' wit' the same chick, and laugh about
it
But see, a woman, could never admit to another woman
That she been sleepin' wit' her man
Cuz if that ever happened to me
I would call your house and be like, yo
Don't you gotta man
Why you fuckin' wit' mine
See, I been through bad times
Get yo' mind off mines
You must be lonely
Why you messin' wit' me
But it won't be easy
To get my baby
[Missy & Lil' Mo]
[1] - You don't know who you messin' with
Most of them leave with they car doors bent
I'm so pissed, you gon' make me flip
I'mma teach you not to touch my shit
[Above While:]
[Missy]
Hello?
[Mo]
Hello?
[Missy]
Who dis?
[Mo]
It's Mo'
[Missy]
For Real?
[Mo]
Hello?
[Lil' Mo]
I be callin' his house, when you're not around
Don't make me warn you, you know how I get down, down
Somebody told me, but I ain't trippin' off you, no
If you were doing your thang, he'd still be wit' you
[Repeat 1 while:]
[Mo]
Hello?
[Missy]
You know who this is bitch, heh, yeah
[Mo]
Yo, who dis for real, man, hello?
[Missy]
You know who it is
[Lil' Mo]
[2] - I can't believe you would ever do that
Can't you show me some respect
Is it cuz you jus' a reject
Gotta keep your ass in check
[Repeat above While:]
[Mo]
Hello?
[Missy]
Hello?
[Mo]
What
[Missy]
Yo who dis for real, man
[Mo]
Yo, this is Mo', this is Mo'
[Missy]
You playin' a little bit too much, you knowumsayin'?
[Mo]
Yo, this ain't no game
This is not a game
[Missy]
Oh, ok
[Mo]
Yeah, what?
[Missy]
You on some real bullshit now
You know, you know what?
Why don't you just come to my house, bitch, you know?
[Mo]
Yeah, I come through, yo, where you live at?
[Missy]
Ask your nigga where I stay at
[Mo]
Please, he ain't got nutin' to do with this
[Missy]
He know
[Mo]
He ain't got nutin' to do with this
[Missy]
He know
Ask him where I live at, aight?
[Mo]
You on that same stuff you was on last year
When I hadda come through there last year, what
And I'd do it again, cuz I want, I, I got comin'
[Missy]
You ain't keepin nutin' in check
And keep him from around my house, bitch
[Mo]
Please, I'mma beat that ass, you know I will
[Missy]
You don't know who you messin' with
Most of them leave with their car doors bent
Blow out you like I'mma air vent
I'ma teach you not to touch my shit
[Repeat above while:]
[Missy]
Hello?
[Mo]
Trick, you know who this is, dont' front
[Missy]
Yeah, I'mma teach you not to touch my shit
[Missy] (Timbaland)
You done took it too far (Uh oh)
I'mma hop in my car and I'mma you up bitch
You done took it too far (Uh oh)
I'mma hop in my car and I'mma you up bitch
You done took it too far (Uh oh)
I'mma hop in my car and I'mma you up bitch
You done took it too far (Uh oh)
[Lil' Mo]
Cuz I'm that chick yo, that same chick
But I ain't wit' playin' that game shit
Start callin' that name shit
And I'ma get on that same shit
That new shit, that call your crew shit
That what you wanna do shit
That boy is yours, keep that nigga
Beat my ass? Prove it
[Missy]
You been suckin' his dick
Tastin' my clit
Just a side chick, on the side bitch
I'm the prize bitch, keep it silent
Don't make me violent
You be dialin' 911 to tell the family
[Lil' Mo]
Around yo' crew, you's a bad bitch
Yo ass be talkin' mad ish
Toe to toe shoot the five
Girl you get yo ass kicked
What you think I'm gaming?
Shit is real, I aint playin'
(No more "Have My Baby")
Yo, I got yo' moms prayin'
[Missy]
It's gonna get risky
Fuck wit' Missy
I'mma shoot you where your ribs be
So you can feel me
Ain't it real B?
And you filthy and you mildy
Not appealin', drum roll
[Timbaland]
Uh oh, heh heh heh
You done done it now
Uh oh, you done done it now
She's mad, what
She's mad,
I'mma let them two girls fight
While I'm out
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MISSY 'MISSDEMEANOR' ELLIOTT LYRICS - All N My Grill
MISSY 'MISSDEMEANOR' ELLIOTT LYRICS
"All N My Grill"
(feat. Big Boi (OutKast), Nicole)
Uh, hit me
[Missy]
Don't explain, you never change
Same old thing, same old game
Say ya want to be wit' me
But show me my ring
Baby, let me think
I been in the cold
The story untold, about to unfold
How do you expect me
To ever believe you want be wit' me
[Missy (Nicole)]
Why you all in my grill (Why you all in)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me know, know)
Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live)
[Missy]
Talk is talk, and talk is cheap
Tell it to her, don't say it to me
Cuz I know I'm in control
See Trix are for kids, and boo I'm too old
Go 'head, with your games
Don't ever come back to me again
Where you go, remember me
I'm the best thing in history
[Missy (Nicole)]
Why you all in my grill (Why, why, why)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me know boy, boy)
Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick got to live, ooh yeah)
[Missy (Nicole)]
Third time (Third time)
I moved you in, took you back
In my life (I was a fool)
I don't know what's wrong with me
Third time (Third time)
I moved you in, took you back in my life (oh yeah, yeah)
[Missy (Nicole)]
Why you all in my grill (All in my grill)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills, yeah)
Let me know if you will (Let me know if you will)
Cuz a chick gotta live (oh, yeah)
Why you all in my grill
Can you pay my bills (Ooh, pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me know, let me know baby, baby)
Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live)
[Missy]
If you want me, where's my dough?
Give me money, buy me clothes
No need for talking, have my dough
Where's my money? Where's my clothes?
If you want me, where's my dough?
Give me money, buy me clothes
No need for talking, have my dough?
Where's my money? Where's my clothes?
[Big Boi]
Aight, uh
Why you all in my grill?
I'm thinkin' it's time to chill
Yeah, but you on a drill, though
I couldn't even step out the baby blue Bonneville
Cuz you be tryin' to kill my hoe, my girlfriend
And people around me is tellin' me that you's a stalker
Like Darth Vader takes a Skywalker
I told you I was the street talker
It ain't my fault you dirty your Victoria's Secret's
And your Frederick's
You wanted the Waldorf Astoria
But instead I took you to Cedrick's, to entertain you
To give you to the "G", and never claim you
Me and Missy, we get it straight pissin'
Oh yeah, we puffin' on one of them thangs too
You blamin' who? You namin' who?
I know you ain't bringin' that lame crew
Big Boi, they the phat sacks
She pretty D, all they same, boo
But I'm backed by the Dungeon Family
So you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me
Cuz I will jab thee, and slam thee
And Bobby Boochet yo' ass, G
Yeah, yeah
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MISSY 'MISSDEMEANOR' ELLIOTT LYRICS - Get Ur Freak On
MISSY 'MISSDEMEANOR' ELLIOTT LYRICS
"Get Ur Freak On"
hit me, hit me
gimme some new shit
gimme some new shit
gimme some new shit
gimme some new shit
[Missy]
Missy be puttin it down
Im the hottest round
Ill told yall mutha (skurt)
Yall can stop me now
Listen to me now
Im lastin twenty rounds
And if you want me (people)
Then come and get me now (bounce)
Is you with me now (bounce)
The biggie biggie bounce (bounce)
I kno you dig the way i sw..sw...switched ma style
(Holla) People sing around
Now people gather round
Now people jump around
[Chorus]
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha freak on
[2x]
[Missy]
(is that yo chik..)
People you know
Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago
What da dilly yo
Now what da drilly yo
If you wanna battle me then (people) lemme know
(Holla) Got the feeling son
Lemme throw you some
People here I come
Now sweat me when im done
We got the radio shook like we got a gun
[Chorus]
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha freak on
[2x]
[Missy]
Quiet !!!
Shh, hush yo mouth
Silence when I, spit it out
In yo face
Open yo mouth, Give you a taste
(Holla) Aint no stoppin me
Copywritten so, dont copy me
Yall do it, sloppily
And yall cant come, close to me (yes)
I know you feel me now (yes)
I know you hear me loud (yes)
I scream it loud and proud (yes)
Missy gon blow it down (yes)
People gon play me now (yes)
In and outa town (yes)
Cuz im the best around (yes)
With the crazy style (go)
[Chorus]
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha freak on
[2x]
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MISSY 'MISSDEMEANOR' ELLIOTT LYRICS - Hot Boyz
MISSY 'MISSDEMEANOR' ELLIOTT LYRICS
"Hot Boyz"
(feat. Lil' Mo)
[Missy]
This is for my ghetto motherfuckers
Uh hey, are you really a hot boy?
Oh, check me
[Lil' Mo]
What's your name, cause I'm impressed
Can you treat me good, I won't settle for less
You a hot boy, a rock boy
A fun toy, tote a glock boy
Where you live, is it by yourself
Can I move wit' you, do you need some help
I cook boy, I'll give you more
I'mma fly girl, and I like those
[Missy & Lil' Mo]
Hot boyz
Baby you got what I want
See cuz y'all be drivin' Lexus jeeps
And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps
Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's
Hot boyz
Baby you got what I want
See cuz y'all be drivin' Jaguars
And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce
Playin' hardballs wit' them Platinum Visa's
[Lil' Mo]
Is that your car, the SK-8
Are you riding alone, can I be your date
Come get me, gimmie, don't dis me, don't trick me
Got some friends, can they come too
Can you hook them up wit' some boyz like you
A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy
And I like those
[Missy & Lil' Mo]
Hot boyz
Baby you got what I want
See cuz y'all be drivin' Lexus jeeps
And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps
Nothin' cheaper, wit' them Platinum Visa's
Hot boyz
Baby you got what I want
See cuz y'all be drivin' Jaguars
And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce
Playin' hardball wit' them Platinum Visa's
[Missy]
Yo, I'mma dig in yo' pockets
Dig in yo' wallets
Is there money unfounded
Yeah, you got my heart poundin'
You a hot boy, drive a drop boy
With alot boy, and you tote a glock boy
Give me no reason, I know that you treatin'
These diamonds I'm needin', make you believe it
I want alot boy, with a hot boy
Got a fun toy and you tote a glock boy
[Missy & Lil' Mo']
Hot boy
Baby you got what I want
Won't you really come and satisfy me
I be lovin' you like endlessly
(Everyday all day)
Hot boy
Baby you got what I want
Won't you really come and satisfy me
I be lovin' you like endlessly
(Oh, yes I will)
[Missy]
Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps
And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's
And the Jaguars, and the fly cars
Where you at?
Where your Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps
And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's
And the Jaguars, and the fly cars
Where you at?
[Lil' Mo']
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Hot boyz, hot boyz (I'm out)
Hot boyz, I like 'em like that
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MISSY 'MISSDEMEANOR' ELLIOTT LYRICS - Lick Shots
MISSY 'MISSDEMEANOR' ELLIOTT LYRICS
"Lick Shots"
[Missy]
Ugh, Ay yo Timberland, see what they don't understand
Is we about to flip our whole style on 'em for two double zero
one (Ay!)
And for those of you who hated (Ay!)
You only made us more creative
[Timberland]
Misdemeanor Ugh!
[Missy]
You don't wanna speak my name
Mess around get that ass blown away
Blaaah!
Fool gone away
I didn't even like your tail anyway
Missy got somethin' to say
I ride down the block in an escalade
Bling bling all in your face
I think you might need to put on your shades
Blaaah!
I know you feel me tho
You hatin' on me, but you hear me tho
Twenty inch rims sittin' crazy low
AAAAHHHHHHH! I'm a crazy ho
I'm a keep the party live
Me and Timbaland gonna flip it tonight
Keep yo hands in the sky
Wave 'em round like your crazy high
[Chorus]
Hugh!
Time to lick shots
Time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'
Blaaah!
Time to lick shots
Time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'
Blaaah!
[Missy]
You don't know who I be
You mammy tell you not to fuck wit me
If I give you head, you'll never leave
Raaah!
Stop sweatin' me
Flip it on the black hand side
Look it here boy, don't you even try it
Make me dislocate your spine
My rings put your shine like turpentine
What you comin' around hang out fo?
Baby him know, you just want my dough
Get cha black ass on the flo
Fool touch me, that's a no no
Raaah!
Mr. DJ won't you play that song
Tell the freaks shake they nasty thongs
Hey boys won't you sing along
Cause we gone rock the party til' the early morn
[Chorus]
Y'all don't hear me (hot)
You got your guns but you don't scare me (ooooooh)
Originality is leary (ugh)
My only style and I ain't sharin' (back up, back up:easy now)
Hey Y'all (hot)
Let's turn it up and tear the club down (ugh)
Grab your drinks and give me two rounds (zooooo)
I'll break you off I'm goin' down down
Watch yourself, I'm about to turn it up
[Chorus]
[Music plays a little]
[Chorus]
[Music fades until end]
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MISSY 'MISSDEMEANOR' ELLIOTT LYRICS - Mr. D.J
MISSY 'MISSDEMEANOR' ELLIOTT LYRICS
"Mr. D.J"
(feat. Lady Saw)
[Lady Saw]
It's all about (yo)
Lady Saw and Missy (can you feel me)
An the next thing is about (yo)
The big bashing party (can you feel me, what?)
I'm feelin you Timbaland, I'm feelin you (yo)
Yo (can you feel me, what?)
And we wind up when we a listen dis now, check, AY
[Missy]
There's a party
I'm up in the club and I'm drinking I'm drunk off the Alize
As I hear the record spins it seems to take over me
So I move side to side an it's something inside that controls
me
As I walk to the D.J and I say
[1] - Mr. D.J., spin it one more time
We gonna play it back to back, we gon' rock it two times
Move your feet with me, move your hands with me
See how easy it's gon' be for you and me, you see
[2] - Mr. D.J., spin it one more time
We gonna play it back to back, we gon' rock it two times
Move your feet with me, move your hands with me
See how easy its gon' be for you..
[Missy]
You say your a baller
Cause you up in the club, fakin like you got dough, with your
dollars
To my peoples with me money let me hear you holler
We're gonna party like no other party, don't stop til the
morning
but before I go this is what I say
[Chorus]
[Repeat 1, then 2]
[Bridge] - M.I.S.S.Y, Y.S.S.I.M, M.I.S.S.Y, M.I.S.S.Y,
Y.S.S.I.M
[Lady Saw]
Mr. D.J play that one more time,
so me and missy elliot can move we waistline,
yo, tell the guys don't waste we time,
cause we under the ganja plus the red wine yo,
there a party over here and say its phat you know,
let go me hand so me can look for man ya now,
you see me face and me know that me red ya know,
buy all the bar cause me friend them rich ya know,
know, know, uh what me say yo yo,
we'll be dancing until tomorrow,
no other party is slammin you wan go,
sweating and wetting like me in a me sauno,
fit like me just done a dance with me tae-bo,
bo, bo, uh! What me say, me say yo,
tell the D.J. fe play an no better stop,
spin it again rewind from the top,
Misdemeanor the Saw plus the Elli-ott
when we drop ya know that's uh road
block, block, block, ya can't block,
road block, block, a road block,
ya don't know its all about Missy Elliot,
ya wan star ever thing is ever thing, SEEN?
Its a party, and ya da'no its all about weight....
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MISSY 'MISSDEMEANOR' ELLIOTT LYRICS - One Minute Man (Remix)
MISSY 'MISSDEMEANOR' ELLIOTT LYRICS
"One Minute Man (Remix)"
(feat. Jay-Z)
[Missy]
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
[Missy]
Boy I'ma make you love me, make you want me
And I'ma give you some attention, tonight
Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin
See I'ma keep you all night, for a long time
Just start countin the ways
[Chorus]
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no..
[Missy]
Tonight I'ma give it to you, throw it to you
I want you to come prepared, ohhh yeah (oh yes)
Boy it's been a long time, a crazy long time
And I don't want no minute man, and that's real
Give it to me some more
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Fifty grand I get this on one take (Hova)
Look, I'm not tryin to give you love and affection (uh-huh)
I'm tryin to give you sixty seconds of perfection (uh-huh)
I'm tryin to give you cabfare and directions
Get your +Independent+ ass out of here - QUESTION?
I'm not your man, not Ralph Tresvant
Not Ronnie Romance.. no ma
I'm tryin to hit you then put you in the middle of the round
like I'm Roberto Duran.. no mas
Six A.M. another chick in the house (put your hands up)
6:15 another chick kicked you out (put your hands up)
Spend one minute tryin to dig her out
The other fourteen tryin to "put it in her mouth"
The dick too chubby, too much'll make you love me
Now be a nice wifey and run home to your hubby
Cause we, both knowin what we doin is wrong
Don't forget to put your ring back on {*quiet laughter*}
[Missy]
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break-break me off, break break me off
Break break me off, show me what you got
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, break break me off
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Montell Jordan GET IT ON TONIGHT Oh, ooh wee oh, oh When I'm looking at you I keep thinking Why can't she be like you, so I'm scheming I can't go on like this Believing that her love is true, oh Standing on the dance floor while she's trickin' You are all I want girl, she's a chicken We might be together, but love is missing Girl I want you, so what can we do, oh Girl if it's alright Let's go somewhere and get it on tonight I've got a girl but you look good tonight It's one on one tonight, tonight Girl if it's alright Let's go somewhere and get it on tonight You shouldn't have to be alone tonight It's one on one tonight, tonight Now she's looking at me, but keep talking Oh, now she's trying to ice you, let's start walking Over on the dance floor It's her fault but what can she do? Tell me baby, yeah Girl if you're ready (I'm ready) We can get it on (We can get it on) I know where I went wrong (She's where you went wrong) With you is where I belong, belong Girl if I could find the words to say I gotta get away from a love That kills me everyday I'd gladly say to you Girl if it's alright Let's go somewhere and get it on tonight I've got a girl but you look good tonight It's one on one tonight, tonight Girl if it's alright Let's go somewhere and get it on tonight You shouldn't have to be alone tonight It's one on one tonight, tonight Girl if it's alright Let's go somewhere and get it on tonight I've got a girl but you look good tonight It's one on one tonight, tonight Girl if it's alright Let's go somewhere and get it on tonight You shouldn't have to be alone tonight It's one on one tonight, tonight Girl if it's alright My baby's stressin' me You need to come with me We need to go somewhere, yeah Tonight, tonight Girl if it's alright Let's go somewhere and get it on tonight I've got a girl but you look good tonight It's one on one tonight, tonight Girl if it's alright Let's go somewhere and get it on tonight You shouldn't have to be alone tonight It's one on one tonight, tonight { until fade } GET IT ON TONIGHT (REMIX) [Montell] Def Jam baby Like a Mac could Def Soul [LL Cool J] I'm trying to figure out how I could make this happen, word up Get this money Shorty you musta lost my number Fell into a deep slumber You played me long deep That make a playa wonder I played Motorola tag To get your wavy hair in my convertible Jag I said I gotta take a leak I slide inside You bust in the bathroom sex in your eyes I pecked you down low, tongue kissed the cat Your legs is upside down twisted back It feels so wet I'm on the go, this scenerio was far fetched 'Til I met this Caribbean honey coated, the pretty thug dream Kissed your lips with Alize and ice cream You told me LL I wanna be your queen You a ball king, the - is morphine Hard to find time and keep it on the hush But still make you mine, got mad shine [Montell Jordan] Girl if it’s alright Let’s go somewhere and get it on tonight You shouldn’t have to be alone tonight It’s one on one tonight, tonight [Montell Jordan] Now she’s looking at me But keep talking Oh now she’s trying to ice you Let’s start walking Over on the dance floor It’s her fault but what can she do? Tell me baby, yeah Girl if you’re ready (I’m ready) We can get it on (We can get it on) I know where I went wrong (She’s where you went wrong) With you is where I belong, belong Girl, if I can find the words to say I gotta get away from a love that kills me every day I’d gladly say to you [Montell Jordan] Girl if it's alright Let's go somewhere and get it on tonight I've got a girl but you look good tonight It's one on one tonight, tonight Girl if it's alright Let's go somewhere and get it on tonight You shouldn't have to be alone tonight It's one on one tonight, tonight [LL Cool J] I testify, its best to try Walk the fine line, tell no lies My baby mad fly, honey hold me down But I had to throw you in that apartment downtown Switched your jewels up, flipped your wardrobe Analyze the pager, came up with codes We’re both on our knees, I pull your hair back Then push and fall and I spank it from the back I know you like that But during the week I pull a disappearing act Where my girl is at I’m zoning, a real nigga balling I’m supposed to be a pimp but my body is calling I don’t know R. Kelly I calls my man Two L’s in Montell, maybe he understand A grown man throwing his life in quicksand Just to feel my tip on your lips and hands [Montell Jordan] Girl if it's alright Let's go somewhere and get it on tonight I've got a girl but you look good tonight It's one on one tonight, tonight Girl if it's alright Let's go somewhere and get it on tonight You shouldn't have to be alone tonight It's one on one tonight, tonight { till end }
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Artist: Mystikal Album: Let's Get Ready Song: Shake Ya Ass Typed by: ice_man504@yahoo.com Mmm! Mmm, mmm, mmm Oooh-OOOH! [Hook - repeat 2X] Shake ya ass, but watch yourself Shake ya ass, show me what you workin with [Verse 1] I came here with my dick in my hand Don't make me leave here with my foot in yo' ass; be cool And don't worry bout how I'm rippin this shit When I'm flippin what I'm kickin nigga, that's just what I do I'm effervescent and I'm off that crescent Nastier than a full grown German Shepherd; motherfucker keep steppin They don't fuck with me and they don't Y'all bitches cant catch me and you won't Pay ya fare, fix ya hair, throw that pussy Got a Prada for boonapalist, and Donna for my babooski You think I'm trickin? Bitch, I ain't trippin I'm buyin if you got nice curves for your iceberg Drinkin Henn and actin like it do somethin to me Hope this indecent proposal make you do somethin with me Fuck a dollar girl, pick up fifty And fuck that coward, girl, you need a real nigga Off top knick-a-boxers hurtin shit Bend over hoe; show me what you workin with! [Hook] [Chorus] Attention all y'all players and pimps Right now in the place to be (shake ya ass) I thought I told y'all niggas before Y'all niggas can't fuck with me (watch yourself) Now this ain't for no small booties No sir cause that won't pass (show me whatcha workin with) But if you feel you got the biggest one Then momma come shake ya ass [Hook] [Verse 2] I like my women fire like CAY-ENNE!! Chocolate and bowlegged - when I'm runnin up behind her!! Go head get ya pop-a-lock let the cock out For girl don't lie you know you wanna go back to my house "The Man Right Chea" wanna get under that dress right there You spicy cajun we gon' a good time over there You better suck the head on them there crawfish And you gotta bend all the way over to dance off this Handle yo' business but I know you do it way better, you dead wrong So if you talkin bout how niggaz make noise when you pass by get yo' fine ass on the floor girl this yo' fuckin song! Do yo' thang dont be scared, cause you gon' get served You get mine then you gon' get yours Bout to make yo' ass love it Raise it up, show the G-string hustlin hustlin [Chorus] [Hook] [Verse 3] Stop yo' cryin heffer, I don't need all that I got a job for you - the braided up pimp is back Break them handcuffs, fuck you nigga move somethin And if they ask you what you doin say, "Ooohh nuttin!" And we been doin for the past 2 somethin And I've been beatin that pussy up now it's smooth fuckin You can betcha bottom dollar; if that pussy fire you gon' holla Michael Tyler! So don't act like you don't be backin that stuff up Girl in the club, cause that's what you got ass for Wobble wobble I'm infatuated Bitch ride a dick like she makin a baby And I see that we gon' have to go to a quiet corner for just us two an' Don't worry about who lookin, just keep on doin what you doin Cause a nigga like me gon' get to work before I know the girl Bitch whats happnin, let 'em see, show the world! [Chorus] [Hook] Uhh.. OOOH-WEE! Good lawd! Damn!
Artist: Mystikal Album: Let's Get Ready Song: Danger (Been So Long) Typed by: Mike82122@aol.com You know what time it is nigga, and you know who the fuck this is DANGER! DANGER! Get on the flo'! The nigga right chea; sing it! [Chorus] Been so long (sing it!) Since, he's been on So please (get on the flo'!) Show me (the nigga right chea!) What it is that you want to see [Mystikal] Go tell the DJ to put my shit on I'm keepin you niggas and bitches in jump from the minute I get on Takin they shirt off, showin they tattoos, screamin and hollerin and all Got the gift to come up with it, put it together, deliver it, make them feel it, bitch I been on! Sharp! Like you pulled me out the pencil sharpener Bad! Like that student in the principal's office Put rappers in coffins, they dive like dolphins I'm the damndest lyrical marvel you come across often So watch yourself! Or fuck around and get beside yourself, I know! Go head though.. bounce them titties shake that ass, drop that pussy, but stay in line hoe Fuck a cain't, cuz you can can Cocked up, head down, pussy poppin on a handstand Leave that pussy smokin If you gon' do somethin then bend over, and bust that pussy open [Chorus] - 2X [Mystikal] My fuckin concert line around the corner Parkin cars, niggas lookin for they bitch, nothing on her! You lookin good momma - Why? Pshh, what's up homie? Sirens, limousines, and the club owner - ya bitch you! If you late, ain't no gettin in this bitch cuz it's fillin up Inside packed from the floor to the ceilin up The building ain't big enough! I'm backstage bouncin adrenaline buildin up! The pussy cutter, did I stutter? The heart flooder, make your woman drawers melt like butter Down like Nelly, I'm +Hype+ like "Belly" The rhyme seller! Kick ass like Jim Kelly! Stand up, round out, boot up and frown Tell a nigga if he wanna try it then bitch come on down! No sweat, no blood, no tears And if I tell you it's the shit then BITCH THAT'S WHAT IT IS! [Chorus] - 2X DANGER! Talkin 'bout DANGER! Motherfucker look! Get on the flo'! The nigga right chea! DANGER! (Motherfucker) Watch your back! DANGER! (Look look) Nigga what! (look look) Get on the flo'! The nigga right chea! Get 'em up!!! [Chorus] - 2X DANGER! DANGER! GET ON THE FLO'! THE NIGGA RIGHT CHEA! SING IT! DANGER! DANGER! GET ON THE FLO'! THE NIGGA RIGHT CHEA! HUH! This is my motherfuckin flo'!
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Artist: P. Diddy (Puff Daddy) f/ Neptunes Album: The Saga Continues... Song: Diddy Typed by: drk757@hotmail.com Yeah.. it's Bad Boy baby (Yeah, c'mon) Neptunes (mm, mm, mm, mm, c'mon) And we won't stop (I like this right here) Cause we can't stop (yeah) Yeah, let me tell you somethin Yeah, check this out [Verse One] Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick I was on 1-2-5 and Saint Nick Chillin with this chick named Tondalea Was a hot girl and everybody wanted to slay her But she wasn't fond of players, only wanted ballers to spoil her with six figures and camcorders So what you tryin to tell me dear? I got Bently, Benson and Mr. Belverdere And I just want to blow your mind I'm talkin literally blow your mind My repetoire is menage-a-trois and exotic cars Chillin with the hottest stars And it ain't no stoppin this I can't help it I'm a optomist And I'ma make ya head bop to this And at the end you gon' rock to this Now say my name, c'mon [Chorus: Neptunes] D the I the D the D the Y, the D the I the D It's Diddy (Hold up!) It's Diddy (That shit's crazy!) The D the I the D the D the Y, the D the I the D It's Diddy (Hold up!) It's Diddy (Say whaaat?!) [Verse Two] Aiyyo, I came in the door, I said it before I never the ladies hypnotize me no more But.. but back to the manuscript Cause I don't think you can handle this From New York to Los Angeles I think the whole world scandalous I'm just tryin to keep the candles lit Let the party people dance to this Get out your seats and clap your hands to this Because I came too far for me to be bourgeoise It's a Bentley to you, to me it's a blue car So Branson pass me a jar Cause these cats done went too far Yeah one phone call send two cars And I still get searched by security guards (that's right) I guess that's what I have to do Take the game international, now what you call me? [Chorus] (La La La La La La La La La La La La) C'mon work it out girl I'm tryin to see you work it out girl (La La La La La La La La La La La La) C'mon work it out girl I wanna see you work it out girl [Verse Three] Now hold up, stop (stop) now wait a minute We don't stop we rock cause ain't a limit My aim is winnin, got Asian women that'll change my linen after I done blazed and hit 'em, but I just wanna rock wit you (that's right) And take it straight to the top with you And do what I gots to do, if it's possible Cause I ain't trying to stop you boo I, got an agenda, got on a Ninja One wheelin and killin it not to offend ya That's when I met this chick named Brenda Tender, her whole body bend like fender So let me see you shake it girl (c'mon) I just wanna see you shake it girl (c'mon) For the return of the Don, the world in my palm My moms calls me Sean but y'all call me [Chorus] (La La La La La La La La La La La) C'mon work it out girl I'm tryin to see you work it out girl (La La La La La La La La La La La) C'mon work it out girl I wanna see you work it out girl
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R. Kelly - TP-2 Hit it hard from the back Roll around on the front I know you've heard a lot of tracks But 12 Play is what you want Just let me call the studio Then we can go all night Girl I hope you can hang Cause I'm horny as hell tonight One Taking off your Secrets with my teeth Two Slightly rough to let you know it's about to get kinky Three Blind your eyes, then I walk you to my bedroom Four Now open your eyes Surprise you've entered twelve play two Stop We need to catch our breath We've been going for a while It's been about two hours And we're still going round for round The water's getting cold And the movie's going off This is how we do in TP-2 Five I'm about to take you for a ride Now feel it come inside Six Baby it's as hard as a brick Tell me can you feel this sh, sh, sh Seven That's when to slow it down Cause I'm not ready to Eight We're almost at the peak Cause I'm feeling tingly Now flew your body like, what (what, what) It's like diamonds with the cut (cut, cut) The hottest out of your friends The way you take it from me Girl you put it on me like draws Moaning when you talk I'm about to tear your shit out New millennium style Nine Lookin' you in your eyes As I'm about to do that thing Ten Then on down to your thighs I'm gonna make you scream Eleven Now put your body on top of me I'm about to grab your waist Twelve Now quick before we get to thirteen Set it on my face
R. Kelly - Don't You Say No Don’t you say no tonight (ooh) Don’t you say no tonight (don’t you say no baby) Don’t you say no tonight (don’t say it) Don’t you say no tonight (no) After cheesecake with all of your friends and family Who’s gonna front the bill? Me Valet your gator at the club plus buy you drinks Who gon’ show you love? Me Spend lots of money winin’ and dinin’ in expensive suites Compliments of who? Me Open doors, take you to the movies, treat you like a beauty queen Now it’s time to please me Don’t you say no tonight (don’t) Don’t you say no tonight (don’t you say no babe) Don’t you say no tonight (mmm) Don’t you say no tonight (cause I’m ready to go) Always dropping you off at the beauty shop Who’s gonna pick you up? Me I be’s there, nigga you can call on around the clock Who gon’ be that thug? Me Took you shopping down in Cancun first class Who gon’ keep you frost? Me Buying flowers, acting like we lovebirds All I wanna hear right now is you saying the yes word Don’t you say no tonight (no) Don’t you say no tonight (don’t you say no) Don’t you say no tonight (not tonight) Don’t you say no tonight (not when I’m ready to go) Hook: Baby say the words I want hear This can be kept between me and you Baby give me something I can feel I’ve waited long enough Don’t you say no tonight (don’t say) Don’t you say no tonight (don’t you say no baby) Don’t you say no tonight (not right now) Don’t you say no tonight (not tonight) I been doing these things for you, now what you gon’ do for me? I ain’t trying to spend no cash if you ain’t spending that ass, no I been doing these thing for you, now what you gon’ do for me? I ain’t going down on you if you ain’t going down on me, no I been doing these things for you, now what you gon’ do for me? Say you wanna take first-class trips, well I wanna work those first-class hips, yes I do I been doing these things for you, (yeah) now what you gon’ do for me? You wanna ride all in my truck, but you don’t wanna let me **** you Don’t you say no tonight (Don’t you say no) Don’t you say no tonight (Don’t you say no) Don’t you say no tonight (Not tonight) Don’t you say no tonight (Not when I’m ready to go) Don’t you say no tonight (Don’t you say) Don’t you say no tonight (Don’t you say no tonight) Don’t you say no tonight (We’re spending all of this time) Don’t you say no tonight (Watching these movies) Don’t you say no tonight (If we’re not gonna bump and grind) Don’t you say no tonight (I’m gon’ get some sleep) Fade
R.Kelly - Feelin' On Yo Booty
1 - This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's making me feel it out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your booty
Hey pretty mama how you doing?
Said I'm just in town for the weekend
Looking for a little trouble to get into
Baby tell me what you're drinking
And I got you, ooh
Playas wanna play
Ballers wanna ball
Rollers wanna roll
But I'm taking off after I dance, oh yeah
Repeat 1 (2x)
Now you're body's got me feelin' like spending
With a backroom I could come to live in
And your hair weave looking kind of pretty
The way you back it up on me baby
God have mercy
Playas wanna play
Ballers wanna ball
Rollers wanna roll
But I'm taking off after I dance, yeah
Repeat 1 (2x)
If it's your birthday
Then put your hands up
You wanna get drunk
Then put your hands up
And if you got some cash
Then put your hands up
Have your own job
Put your hands up
Playas wanna play
Ballers wanna ball
Rollers wanna roll
Feel so good, say it again
Playas wanna play
Ballers wanna ball
Rollers wanna roll
But I'm taking off after I dance, oh yeah
Repeat 1 till end
(R. Kelly harmonizes "booty" during the vamp)
R. Kelly - Fiesta Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm... Chillin in my four point six at the light Bout to be VIP for the night Shorty in the drop top V made a right Pull up to her bumper baby, beeped twice Jumped out the whip like I was the police Didn't have a gun, but my wrist said freeze Got Friday on a DVD She's a baller and I'm a baller Wha-what? 1 - To all my hot girls Livin' fiesta To all my hot boys Livin' fiesta To all my Chi town niggas Fiesta And all my uptown niggas Fiesta To all my players and my hustlers Fiesta And if you sittin' on them blades Fiesta To all my honeys in the club Fiesta And if you rollin' with a thug Fiesta We be off in the club sippin lot Red eye deep in the club puffin' Lye Strippers in the back of the club showing live Soon as I get a buzz I'm showing out House on top of the hill Counting what? Whose gonna buy the bar? Got enough Take the haters out in the back, rough 'em up I'm a baller now where's my ballers? Wha-what? Repeat 1 We pop Cris on a daily base Plus we got honeys all up in the place Bout to wild out in a major way So put your hands up if you made your pay Add a little juice to the Tangaray But let the ice show till the diamond fades Rockland sittin' on Capitol Hill Trackmaster make capital deals [Gotti] Now look at Gotti iced out with the blingy-bling And a big body sittin' on them gleamy things Now Rockland niggas know the means of cream Kelly, R&B Thug and it sings to king Got PJ niggas in caprime green (Thugged out) Hot chicks down to do anything Cop them mo chicks Cop mo bricks, pop mo Cris Ay Kelly drop mo hits [Boo] What you know about them cats That be spendin' the dough Every day drink Henney and a bottle of Mo' Ride whips, hittin' chicks Blowin' twenties on drough To the club thirty deep Plenty of ice to show Mami say she never rolled in a six before (Fiesta) Never seen a young cat this rich before Yeah Kelly made the way for these niggas to blow Thugged out, 2G, Rockland for sure Repeat 1
R. Kelly - I Don't Mean It Baby, oh baby I know we had an argument and all Ooh babe And I must have said some pretty foul shit but Mmm, mmm I just want you to know that I ain't mean none of that Baby, baby None of it Now I was supposed to be a man about it Shoulda never left your side No way, no how Put too many years in this relationship And it's not that serious for us to split Now I admit sometimes I make mistakes But still I appreciate the love we make Stop at the door and put your bags back down Now baby please can we work this out Now I might say you can walk (But I don't mean it) And I might name call (I don't mean it) I may pull some silly stunts (Uhm mmm) But that's just a front, I don't mean it (Now wait a minute hear me out) Now I may holler at you (I don't mean it) And I may tell you we're through (But I don't mean it, no, no) May give you looks that can kill (Can kill) But it's not for real (Not for real) I don't mean it (I don't mean it hey) Now I was supposed to be more understanding Instead of tryin to be so damn demandin Baby I'm willing to drop my ego And do the things I should have done and more See I know that I can be a better man Girl all you gotta do is take my hand Promise me this time I'm goin all the way And show you all the reasons why you stayed Now I might say you can walk (But I don't mean it, no, no) And I might name call (Girl I don't mean it) I may pull some silly stunts (Ooh yeah) But that's just a front, I don't mean it (Listen baby) Now I may holler at you (But I don't mean it) And I may tell you we're through (Girl you should know, I don't mean it) May give you looks that can kill (Um mmm) But it's not for real I don't mean it (Come here girl) See I never meant To break you down And make you cry, make you cry Oh please baby please Turn back around Don't you say goodbye, say goodbye Sometimes I know that I can take it Just a little bit too far But yo my heart is good Heart is good So baby you don't have to worry You're gonna see a change Girl you know I love ya Even though I may say Now I might say you can walk (I don't mean it) And I might name call (But I don't mean it) I may pull some silly stunts (Hey) But that's just a front (Hey, hey) I don't mean it (I don't mean it, I don't mean it) Now I may holler at you (When I'm hollerin' at you) And I may tell you we're through (I never mean it when I say we're through) May give you looks that can kill (Kill) But it's not for real (Real) I don't mean it (I don't mean it) Now I might say you can walk (I don't mean it) And I might name call (But I don't mean it) I may pull some silly stunts (Hey) But that's just a front (Hey, hey) I don't mean it (I don't mean it, I don't mean it) Now I may holler at you (When I'm hollerin' at you) And I may tell you we're through (I never mean it when I say we're through) May give you looks that can kill (Kill) But it's not for real (Real) I don't mean it (I don't mean it) Now I might say you can walk (I may say that you can walk but I don't) And I might name call (Girl I promise I don't mean it) I may pull some silly stunts (Silly stunts) But that's just a front (Just a front) I don't mean it (Thinkin' I'm cool but I'm a fool) Now I may holler at you (When I'm hollerin' at you) And I may tell you we're through (I never mean it when I say we're through) May give you looks that can kill (Kill) But it's not for real (Real) I don't mean it (I don't mean it) Now I might say you can walk (Girl I don't mean it, I don't mean it) And I might name call (I don't mean it, I don't mean it) I may pull some silly stunts (I don't mean it) But that's just a front (I don't mean it) I don't mean it (Hey, hey, hey, hey) Now I may holler at you And I may tell you we're through May give you looks that can kill But it's not for real I don't mean it
R.Kelly - I Wish (Remix)/ To The Homies That We Lost Yo’, what up, my n**** You know I was in the hood I just thought I’d stop by Holler at you for a minute Pour out a little liquor or some’in’ N****, we done been through a lot of s*** together From runnin’ these streets to bein’ down for whatever And now that you’re gone I got a whole lot of s*** to tell you Things I should’ve said way back when we was younger Remember when we used to roll hand in hand And now I’m trippin’ on how I really miss you, man And remember when you and me would say We’d get up out this hood and everything would be okay It’s all good now (My n****) We out the hood now (Mmm) We had the same ideas, but not the same careers We shared the same old laugh, and now the same tears You were my homie, my sconey, my Roni My n**** and never placed no b**** before me Man, I sear to God I love for that s*** Why’d you have to get hit Where was I, what time was it You were supposed to get older with me On stage, hands on shoulders with me Coppin’ them Range Rovers with me Sittin’ on thangs and smokin’ trees And if it wasn’t for the will that God had made I’d turn back the hands of time and take your place Sittin’ here sippin’ on this Hennessy Just thinkin’ about how much you meant to me (My n***) Even when you’re gone you will always be my n**** When you went home I’m still missin’ you, my n**** I’m feelin’ like the timing was wrong, my n**** I know you’re smilin’ down sayin’ carry on, my n**** Some times my nights can get long, my n**** Some times I feel God did me wrong, my n**** So I had to write a song, my n**** Just to let you know that you’re still my n**** I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I) I wish, I wish, I wish Little son is lookin’ at me like, "Where is my daddy?" And your 13-year old daughter is mad ‘cause she understands Promised your mama I’d take care of the family But she’s so hurt, she turns away my helpin’ hands Damn, I wish your a** was here, my n**** To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my n**** And we would talk about you gettin’ up out this game And you would tell me how it keeps callin’ your name (We used to ride-ride-ride) Never afraid to (Die-die-die) But some times we (Cry-cry-cry) Askin’ the Lord (Why-why-why) They’re tearin’ down these projects We were homies for like 20 thug years Sat in church and cried the same thug tears You remember when Vibe World Premier How we used to share the same old gear And remember when you and me would say We’d get up out this hood and everything would be okay (It’s all good now) My n**** We out the hood now It’s so easy for folks to say, "Rob, just live on" When I’m dyin’ every second that you’re gone Nevertheless I try my best to be strong Hopin’ you said your prayers before you went on home When we stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze We’d slapbox dead in the middle of streets And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me You’re all I have left of these ghetto memories I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I) I wish, I wish, I wish Uh, uh, yo’ dog, I can’t explain how I miss you We stayed together, coppin’ cane, poppin’ pistols I miss you most Puttin’ the doo rag over your bean head Even out the hood on the scene you brag (Whoa) Comin’ up off the fiends for bags Runnin’ up out the cleaners, drag You was the closest n**** I had Look how we stayed aces Hustled, made big faces I wish we could trade places F*** givin’ you ice, I’d rather give you life And the things that I had, I’d give you twice (Oh, yeah) So what the deal, my n****, I know you holdin’ it down If you could see me you would say I’m talkin’ soft right now But it’s hard for me to see when I’mma see you again And I know it’s f***ed up, I gotta talk through this pen But you’d died for the love of the dough The love of the block, 16 you was runnin’ the spot Boy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb Hangin’ with wild thug n****s, smokin’ the herb (Mmm, hmm, hmm) I’m gonna keep pourin’ this liquor and that’s my word This here is for n****s that be flippin’ them birds (Oh) Word up! Even though you know you will always be my n**** (Whoa...whoa...oh...oh..) Even though you’re gone you will also be my n**** I’m feelin’ like the time when I’m high, my n**** I’m feelin’ like time I’m strung out, sayin’, "Radio, please don’t take the n**** out this song Let it play on, go on, on So I had to write this song, my n**** Just to let you know that you’re still my n****
I WISH CHORUS 1A I wish, I wish, I wish (To every city, every hood and every block) I wish, I wish, I wish (Ghetto America) I wish, I wish, I wish I wish, I wish, I wish VERSE 1 Rollin’ through the hood Just stopped by to say what’s up And let you know your baby boy ain’t doin’ so tough Even though you passed Going on four long years Still waking up late at night cryin’ tears Just thinkin’ about those days You used to talk to me Smilin’ while I’m sippin’ on this Hennessy And remember we’d brag on how rich we would be To get up out this hood was like a fantasy PRE-CHORUS And now you hear my songs The radio is playin’ Oh I can’t believe my ears and what everybody’s sayin’ Boy I tell you folks don’t know the half I would give it all up just to take one ride with you How I used to kick it on the front porch With you And how I used to lay back and smoke weed With you And all the little basement party joints we’d do Now I’m just missing you How I wish CHORUS 1 I wish that I could hold you now I wish that I could touch you now I wish that I could talk to you Be with you somehow I know you’re in a better place Even though I can’t see your face I know you’re smilin’ down on me Sayin’ everything’s OK And if I make it out this thug life I’ll see you again someday I wish, I wish, I wish I wish, I wish, I wish VERSE 2 Ever since this money come It’s been nothing but stress Sometimes I wish that I could just trade in my success Y’all look at me and say Boy, you’ve been blessed But y’all don’t see the inside of my unhappiness Man, I swear this shit gets heavy like a ton That’s why you hear me shootin’ this real shit off like a gun Mmm I wonder how my friends would treat me now If I wasn’t iced up with a Bentley and a house That’s why Fake-ass niggas get fake-ass digits And fake-ass players get a real player hatin’ em Honey love goes platinum and y’all ass come ’round But y’all don’t wanna raise the roof Until my shit is goin’ down PRE-CHORUS And now you hear my songs The radio is playin’ Oh I can’t believe my ears and what everybody’s sayin’ Boy I tell you folks don’t know the half I would give it all up just to take one ride with you How I used to hoop off in them tournaments With you And how I used to club hop on weekends With you Your family called the morning of a tragic end Damn my condolences CHORUS 2 VERSE 3 Voices in my head Be tellin’ me to come to church Say the Lord is the only way for you to stop the hurt Dreaming of windows Black-tinted like a hearse But waking up to life sometimes seems worse And all I ever wanted is to be a better man And I try to keep it real with my homies, man Want me to save the world I don’t understand How did I become the leader of a billion fans PRE-CHORUS And now you hear my songs The radio is playin’ Oh I can’t believe my ears and what everybody’s sayin’ Boy I tell you folks don’t know the half I would give it all up just to take one ride With you How I used to street perform on Friday With you And how I’d go to church on Easter Sunday With you Instead of y’all throwin’ them stones at me Somebody pray for me CHORUS 3/VAMP
R. Kelly - Just Like That
{R-Kelly}
Oh baby , If I could Explain the joy I feel .......
Oooh If I could explain the joy I feel
All this love makin is oh so real
Oooh like winter time by the fireplace
Oooh like traped in walls and its no exscape
Oooh like a precious jewel with no price tag
Oooh like waterfalls comin' down on me
Oooh like tidal wave comin' from the sea
Oooh like a favorite scene in a big movie
You wanna know how I feel just like that ,just like that baby (Ooooooh)
You wanna know how I feel just like that ,just like that baby (If you wanna know)
You wanna know how I feel just like that ,just like that baby ( Ooooh Just like)
You wanna know how I feel just like that ,just like that baby
Oooh like you and me makin' history baby
Oooh like a 99th annervirsary
Oooh like a baby when it speaks its first words
Oooh like an uplifting song the first time heard
Oooh like a shelter when the storm gets ruff
Oooh like a mountain top from the bottom up
Oooh like an expensive suite at the best hotel
Oooh like a work of art when its unvailed
You wanna know how I feel ,just like that ,just like that baby (like that )
You wanna know how I feel ,just like that ,just like that baby(oh oh oh oh oh ,If you wanna know)
You wanna know how I feel ,just like that ,just like that baby(just like that yeah)
You wanna know how I feel ,just like that ,just like that (Ooooh)
Oooh like a great blu skys on a summer day
Oooh like sittin close in a small cafe
Oooh like makin love to someone you love
Oooh like breakin up then makin up
Oooh like a warm embrace when you come around
Oooh like the sweetest words when your feelin down
Oooh like lost inside of a mascarade
Oooh like a celebration in a big parade
Oooh like a secret told to the one you trust
Oooh like kissin you in a all white tux
You wanna know how I feel ,just like that ,just like that baby(If you wanna know)
You wanna know how I feel ,just like that ,just like that baby(Just like that ,If You wanna know)
You wanna know how I feel ,just like that ,just like that baby( Just like that)
You wanna know how I feel ,just like that ,just like that
Like the moon, yeah when it glows at night,
and like the sun oh yeah when it shines real bright ,
and just like the ocean when the well comes high,
Like an eagle when it soars the sky
R. Kelly - Like A Real Freak [Intro] Yeah You know 2000, TP, C'mon uh uh C'mon yeah C'mon Rock Land baby, C'mon This is how we do it Money, cash, cars, clothes (C'mon) Money, cash, cars, clothes (C'mon) Boys and girls, this is how we play Boys and girls, this is how we play I'm lovin' the way you put that thang on me (Yeah) Like Fantasy Island you fulfill my dreams You're making me want to spend my cash on you (Yeah) 'Cause can't nobody freak me like you do You go 1 - You go up and down To the left, and the right You go in and out And work it like a real freak should Repeat 1 2000 6, drop top parked at my home (At my home) And I'll be hittin' that piece the whole night long (All night long) Girl your sex so good I just can't get enough (I can't get enough) Even though your friends say I'm a thug You still go Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Girl, run to your Internet and download me (TP-2.com) Get my computer love right off your screen (Yeah) See, ya body's cut just like my jewelry We can pop some Cris' in my jacuzzi You'll be goin' Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Now the valet may be full But a cat like me got pull VIP'n it at the club While you be goin' up Sex with me, not hard to see Roll with a G, roll a tree Soak the sheets, strokin' deep Nah, y'all niggas can't fuck with me Tryin' to creep, blow the fleet Working O.T., supposed to be Hit it from the back, spank the cheeks Pulled her hair, pushed it deep Pound da meat, sound asleep Found a beach, grind and freak Manage a trois, roll with R. Posed the part like a porno star Doin' shit never done before Get it all now, goin' on tour Major League cats, goin' to war Drop top 6, Bentley, Azure Rock Land Repeat 1 until fade
R. Kell - R&b Thug
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mmm, mmm, mmm
In the Playa's Club
Checkin' at your body baby
Steadily tossin that cash flow baby
Cause you drive me crazy
Won't you be my lady?
Betcha I can make your body talk to me
(Talk to me)
All I need is my CD, bag of weed and some Cristie (yeah)
Then I'm gonna stroke you up and down
Messin' with your head
And when you leave up out my room
You'll be walkin' bow leg
I can keep your body comin' like a CTA
You're dealin with a true baller baby
Givin' you the keys to my Mercedes
1 - I'm not gonna stop til' you scream my name
And say ooh Kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin' like an Impala
You slidin' that sexy ass down the pole like what
(What, what, what, what, what)
Come and get some of this
R&B thug baby
2 - I'm just an R&B thug babe
Tryin' to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
I'm just an R&B thug babe
Lookin' for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
You're gonna trip, gonna trip
Gonna trip, gonna trip, gonna trip
When I show you my love jones babe
And make the room go black
Baby girl keep your body right there
I"m gonna sock it to you baby
I wanna hear you say yeah, yeah
NOw the sign of the knob says privacy
You and me
On the low, fruit bowls and whipped cream
We can get up on a fancy suite
Thugged out with some Hennessy
See, see, see
Lock your body up and throw away the key
Repeat 1
Repeat 2
Now feel a knot down in my pants
While you breakin me off with a lap dance
Said it's getting me high, it's got me feelin' hazy
I'm goin around your body like a worldwide tour
I'll make yu say toot toot, beep beep
Pull up to my bumper baby
Repeat 1
Repeat 2 (2x)
Now if you're horny say
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Aah, aah, aah
And if you want it say
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Say yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Aah, aah, aah
What?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Now if you're horny say
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Aah, aah, aah
Ladies if you want it say
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Say yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Aah, aah, aah
What?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What?
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Just an R&B thug baby
Repeat 2 fade out
R. Kelly - The Storm Is Over Now I was in a tunnel And couldn't see the light And whenever I'd look up I couldn't see the sky Sometimes when I'm standin' It seems like I done walked for miles And my heart could be cryin' Dead in the middle of a smile But then I climbed the hills And saw the mountains I hollered help 'cause I was lost Then I felt the strong wind Heard a small voice sayin' The storm is over (The storm is over now) And I can see the sunshine (Somewhere beyond the clouds) I feel Heaven, yeah (Heaven is over me) Come on and set me free, whoa Now in the midst of my battle All hope was gone Downtown in a rushed crowd And felt all alone And every now and then I felt like I would lose my mind I've been racin' for years And still no finish line, oh But then I climbed the hills And saw the mountains (Mountains) I hollered help 'cause I was lost Then I felt the strong wind And then a small voice sayin' 1 - The storm is over (The storm is over now) And I can see the sunshine (Somewhere beyond the clouds) I can feel Heaven, yeah (Heaven is over me) Come on and set me free Somehow my beginning stepped right in (Right in) Then faith became my friend (My friend) And now I can depend On the voices of the wind When it's sayin' (Sayin') Repeat 1 Won't you come and set me free Won't you set me free Repeat 1 Won't you come and set me free
R. Kelly - Strip For You
Hey baby...
What you doin’?
Well, stay there.
I got a surprise for you.
I’m on my way over.
Suddenly I feel like I wanna break loose
Jump in my six and come and see you
Girl, I’m gonna do something that’s brand new
Umm, I got a kinky surprise for you
So girl get ready cuz I’m on my way
Put your sexy body in some negligee
And if you feel me, let me know it right now
Baby, this is how it’s all going down
1: There’ll be
Three knocks at the door, my baby
My trench coat hits the floor, my baby
Sit back in the chair, my baby
Cuz I’m about to go there, my baby
And get your body real open, baby
Do what you been hopin’, baby
Tonight I’m gonna pull a switcheroo
Do you mind if I strip for you?
Now I’ma stop and get some gas, my baby
That gives you time to freshen up, my baby
And if you want, just leave the door unlocked
I’ll be creepin’ in ‘bout 12 o’clock
So turn the telephones off, my baby
No interruptions while I’m driving you crazy
Girl, I want you to know tonight is yours
Start in the bed and end up on the floor
2: There’ll be
Three knocks at the door, my baby (three knocks)
Trench coat hits the floor, my baby
(Sit back) Sit back in the chair, my baby
(Oh) Cuz I’m about to go there, my baby
(And get your body) And get your body real open, baby
(Do what) Do what you been hopin’, baby
(Tonight) Tonight I’m gonna pull a switcheroo
(Do you) Do you mind if I strip for you?
BRIDGE: Baby, watch this
Slowly rolling
For you (for you)
Whatever you want me to do
I will do
Girl, I promise
Will not regret
(You won’t regret it)
I’m everything that you ever wanted
I’ma strip to the bone
And just let you get on it, girl
3: Three knocks at the door, my baby (three knocks)
My trench coat hits the floor, my baby
(Just sit back) Sit back in the chair, my baby
(Relax) Cuz I’m about to go there, my baby
(About to go there) And get your body real open, baby
(Open) Do what you been hopin’, baby
(Tonight) Tonight I’m gonna pull a switcheroo
(Oh hoo) Do you mind if I strip for you?
4: (You)
Three knocks at the door, my baby
(I bet three knocks, I bet three knocks)
My trench coat hits the floor, my baby
(Baby just sit back)
Sit back in the chair, my baby
(I’m about)
Cuz I’m about to go there, my baby
(Get you open, girl)
And get your body real open, baby
(What you been hopin’, girl)
Do what you been hopin’, baby
Tonight I’m gonna pull a switcheroo
(Pull a switcheroo)
(Do you mind)
Do you mind if I strip for you?
(If I strip for you)
R. Kelly - The Greatest Sex From beyond this bed of mine I see Ceiling fans with you on top of me And the window blinds are filled with rays of sun And all you secret fantasies thy will be done (done) And inside of your walls there will dwell a capricorn (that will feast your body all night) If we keep this up then a love child will be born All because Of the greatest *chorus The greatest you The greatest me We have found the greatest chemistry The greatest touch The greatest kiss What came to be is the greatest wish The greatest show The greatest song The greatest words The greatest all night long Baby your love stays constantly on my mind This is the best sex I've ever had I know twelve ways to make your love come down And the secret places on you will be found Like a voyage when the storm begins to roar There's no telling what this night could have in store (in store) Cause inside of your walls there will dwell a capricorn (that will feast your body all night) And if we keep this up then a love child will be born All because Of the greatest *chorus The greatest you The greatest me We have found the greatest chemistry The greatest touch The greatest kiss What came to be is the greatest wish The greatest show The greatest song The greatest words The greatest all night long Baby your love stays constantly on my mind This is the best sex I've ever had (repeat 3x) Something that happened out the day for the sake of our love Like a hand and glove we go together this love is forever oooh This sex is so good I've got to break it down
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It Wasn't Me Chorus (Yo man) Yo (Open up man) What do you want man? (My girl just caught me) You let her catch you? (I don't know how I let this happen) With who? (The girl next door, you know?) Man... (I don't know what to do) Say it wasn't you (Alright) Honey came in and she caught me red-handed Creeping with the girl next door Picture this we were both butt-naked Banging on the bathroom floor How could I forget That I had given her an extra key All this time she was standing there She never took her eyes off me How you can grant the woman access to your villa Trespasser and a witness while you cling on your pillow You better watch your back before she turn into a killer Best for you and the situation not to call the beaner To be a true player you have to know how to play If she say you're not, convince her say you're gay Never admit to a word when she say makes a claim And you tell her baby no way But she caught me on the counter (It wasn't me) Saw me banging on the sofa (It wasn't me) I even had her in the shower (It wasn't me) She even caught me on camera (It wasn't me) She saw the marks on my shoulder (It wasn't me) Heard the words that I told her (It wasn't me) Heard the screams getting louder (It wasn't me) She stayed until it was over Honey came in and she caught me red-handed Creeping with the girl next door Picture this we were both butt-naked Banging on the bathroom floor How could I forget That I had given her an extra key All this time she was standing there She never took her eyes off me I had tried to keep her from what she was about to see Why should she believe me when I told her it wasn't me Make sure she knows it's not you and lead her on Da right prefix whenever you should see her make da giggolo flex As funny as it be by you, it not that complex Seein' is believin' so you better change your specs You know she not gonna be worrying bout things from the past Hardly recollecting and then she'll go to noontime mass Your answer: go over there but if she pack a gun You know you better run fast But she caught me on the counter (It wasn't me) Saw me banging on the sofa (It wasn't me) I even had her in the shower (It wasn't me) She even caught me on camera (It wasn't me) She saw the marks on my shoulder (It wasn't me) Heard the words that I told her (It wasn't me) Heard the screams getting louder (It wasn't me) She stayed until it was over Honey came in and she caught me red-handed Creeping with the girl next door Picture this we were both butt-naked Banging on the bathroom floor How could I forget That I had given her an extra key All this time she was standing there She never took her eyes off me How could I forget That I had given her an extra key All this time she was standing there She never took her eyes off me Gonna tell her that I'm sorry for the pain that I've caused I've been listenin' to your reasonin' It makes no sense at all We should tell her that I'm sorry for the pain that I've caused You may think that you're a player But you're completely lost Honey came in and she caught me red-handed Creeping with the girl next door Picture this we were both butt-naked Banging on the bathroom floor How could I forget That I had given her an extra key All this time she was standing there She never took her eyes off me
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Unleash The Dragon Oooh, The Dragon What I'm about to do I'm sure nobody expected But that's what I do Y'all know me Know me now? I'm about to unleash the dragon Uh uh come on Here I come Niggas hold me back Tired of holdin back I'm about to let the dragon attack (Who) Who You Oh So get out my way It's a new milennium It's a brand new day So bugged out niggas Thugged out niggas I don't really care yo All my niggas I'm about to let the dragon out Na nanana nananana CHORUS (2x) Y'all niggas gonna make me Unleash the dragon I know you don't really wanna Unleash the dragon Niggas if ya hear me say Yeah Shorties if ya hear me say So what's the dragon What's the dragon It's when you're tired of Holdin your style in Niggas got me pissed like Lil' Kim So I'm about to switch the industry again So stand up shorty Hands up shorty I'm about to shake the whole land up shorties We about to let the dragon out Na nanana nananana CHORUS (2x) Yeah-yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah yeah Ya yeah yeah yeah Beanie Sigel: I know y'all cats don't want mac to unleash the dragon Catch me in all black underneath your wagon Plasteek in a detonator I can see you And I see you on a respirator Y'all cats all know how this one go The mac rap gorilla with official flow Any beef with my peeps then the pistols blow I'ma lay back for now and let Sisqo flow Yeahhhh CHORUS (4x) The dragon 2G Sisqo nigga what Uh huh Yo I ain't thugged out All I'm doin Is lettin y'all niggas know That I'm about to unleash the dragon In the year 2G (Unleash the dragon) If ya wit me (Unleash the dragon) Let me see your hands up (Yeah) Yo nigga what (Yeah) I'm about to let it go (Unleash the dragon) I'm about to letcha know (Unleash the dragon) Sisqo 2G (Yeah) Over me And you'll see (Yeah) What Fade out Back To Unleash The Dragon Tracklist
Addicted Uh Girl I think about you Damn when don't I think about you Everyday Every night Yo it's hard for a nigga to talk about stuff like this But damn I guess I guess all I can say is I'm addicted Addicted to lovin you I know you're busy but I must intercede Girl I know I don't deserve you That's why it's still hard to believe that We're still together after all of this time And I can't get you out of my mind my mind my mind CHORUS I'm addicted to lovin you I'm addicted to lovin you I'm addicted to lovin you I'm addicted to lovin you Listen These type of feelings are so hard to express Darling I must confess That it's gotta be real love Oh girl I'm feenin if you know what I mean Cuz everyday I've got to have you Like an addict on nicotine Scuse my expression Excuse my expression but it's makin me weak Cuz everyday I got to be with you Baby It's not just a physical thing Cuz I'm addicted to lovin you CHORUS Your love Your love's so good to me It makes me happy all the time No other love compares to yours and mine CHORUS Ya know I'm addicted Ya know I'm addicted Ya know I'm addicted Addicted to lovin you You know I'm addicted Ya know I'm addicted Ya know I'm addicted Addicted to lovin you CHORUS Lovin you babe Lovin you babe Lovin you baby Lovin you babe repeat to fade... Back To Unleash The Dragon Tracklist
Enchantment Passing Through (Dru Hill) Whoaaa Yeah yeah yeah A few more days we'll be home in glory Already they'll be getting out the flags With Memphis high motive dilatory Still I only see a lot of snags BRIDGE Just because I've triumphed as a slaver Brought beauty back to Egypt by the ton Of this and every month now I'm the flavor And scheduled to do things I've never done CHORUS And why should I tell you this A stranger I just met A woman who in hours from now I'll certainly forget Anonymous and undemanding Enchantment passing through My secrets and my confidence Are safe enough with you My days out in the field are all but ended They'll put me out to grass which means the throne Bedecked with jewels alongside my intended I feel as if my heart is set in stone BRIDGE CHORUS Whoa CHORUS (2x) Yeah yeah oh yeah Is safe enough with you Back To Unleash The Dragon Tracklist
You Are Everything Remix (Dru Hill w/Ja Rule) Yo we gonna try somethin a little different Yo make make my voice a little more distorted Yeah I don't know if they ready for this (Yeah yeah) Uh uh bass (Yeah) Uh uh bass (Yeah) Uh uh bass (Yeah oh yeah yeah) Uh uh verse <--(repeat throughout verse) Last night we had an argument Afterwards I'm feelin pretty bent mmm Then I took a drink And I didn't think That was the storm for me BRIDGE You don't know you don't know how she'll take it Tell me what is a good man to do Will she cherish your heart will she break it Cuz you are everything and everything is you Sing CHORUS You are everything And everything is you You are everything And everything is you You are everything And everything is you You are everything And everything is you Listen Baby tell me are you playin me When you're lovin me When you're holdin me And when you're f**kin me Are you playin me Playin me playin me You are everything to me I'm wonderin if you will see That I will love you always BRIDGE CHORUS Break it down (You are...) Ja Rule: Uh yeah It's Ja Rule And Dru Hill nigga Baby girl you tellin lies Cuz when I look at you in your face I can see I'm on your mind And it don't matter what them hoes may say I know your love is blind for me Every bitch needs a thug nigga in their life Truly could it be could it be you enjoy me f**kin you While you be lovin me Trick and destroy us mentally That's why they freak wit me frequently Love is life Nokio: Naw nigga life is love Take the baddest bitch ice her up After tour tell her to keep in touch Ja Rule: Nigga that's what's up Nokio: Bein Nokio's a bit much Got bitches overseas that love to f**k Got bitches in the states that love to suck What the f**k y'all want from me Ghetto celebrity from B-More Ja Rule: Murdera do or die from the NY Both: Now everybody get it right Nokio: N-O-K-I-O baby Ja Rule: R to U to L-E baby Know a lot of y'all bitches hate me Cuz ya can't relate to me What the f**k you want from me Nokio: Let them hoes know not a thing Ice her wrist neck ear and rings cuz you know Sisqo: You are everything CHORUS (3x) You are everything And everything is you You are everything And everything is you You are everything And everything is you You are everything And everything is you Stop
got to get it See what I wanna do (Oooh oooh) I don't know if I can say what I wanna do (Yeah) Hmm...Maybe I can (Yeah yeah yeah) Uh uh uh uh come on Do I haveta grab the back of your neck To make you listen to me Do ya haveta see my flashin the dough Or wavin my rolly Mister yeah yeah Baby can I get a hit of you What's up what's up Come on I like to touch I gotta figure out of you're down because CHORUS I got to get it You won't forget it Kiss you under your navel I'll go where he won't go I got to get got to get it Just let me hit just let me hit it I'll kiss the lips under ya navel I bet he won't go where I go Listen Baby I can be a better man better yet a gentleman Fly ya to Japan and back again We'll spend a week in Puerto Rico Baby wait till I'm finito Cuz I'm feenin' yeah And I gotta get a hit of you What's up what's up Come on I like to f**k I gotta figure out if you're down because baby CHORUS Make It Hot: Uh uh uh We should go baby Do it hot, sip the mo We get the dough baby (Get the dough baby) We can do it how you want let me know baby (Let me know baby) If I got it you can get it that's for sure baby (That's for sure baby) We'll get the dough baby (Oh baby) I'm here to treat you right (Come on) Won't you be the freak I know and gimme head all night (Ooh) If you think somebody's lookin girl turn off the lights (Ooh) We can do it when you want it where you want it how you want it Let me keep it tight (Oh yeah) I make it hot (Make it hot) Lick you in between your legs and won't stop (Won't stop) From the back from the front you on top (You on top) Had to get it had to hit it nonstop Say it again ya just let me hit baby CHORUS (2x) I've got to get it Got to get it Just let me hit it Let me hit it I've got to get it Got to get it Just let me hit it Oh yeah Got to get it Got to get it Just let me hit it Just let me hit it Got to get it Get it Get it Get it Let's go
How Can I Love You 2nite NOTE: Listen REALLY closely to this song... you can hear the words being spoken underneath Sisqo singing! Either by Nokio or Sisqo himself. Ya gotta listen REAL hard though! Tonight I couldn't wait to get with you Cuz you really turn me on I had to do ya babe But I knew that you were wrong Don't stop Love is feelin good to me And you can have it all Come give it to me babe Cuz I know you like to ball CHORUS How can I love you tonight When you know that I love somebody else And I know that you're not mine How can I love you tonight Oh baby I know you're not mine Ooh yeah Listen All night I want to give my love to you Come on take it deep inside Come baby let's ride Ooh girl ya feel so tight Don't cum Baby please wait for me Just think how wet we're gonna be Let it rain on me So sorry we can't be baby CHORUS Listen Stand in front of me (Stand in front of me) So I can see Sexin you is on my mind (Oh baby) Lovin me is on your mind Ooh Why don't you Give yourself to me Give your give your Mmm said I know I shouldn't say it cuz I know you're not mine How can I love you tonight? How can I love you? Oooh No no No no Said you and me Girl it's not the way it's supposed to be But I can't help myself Cuz I don't want nobody else baby How can I CHORUS (3x to fade)
Your Love Is Incredible Uh Oooh Oh baby baby yeah Baby baby Listen Girl I peeped you on the corner So I rolled up on ya late one Saturday You was peelin a banana I was lookin at ya Thinkin she freaky (That night) That night I gotta getcha Gotcha Gucci underwear in my back pocket Mmm and I can't get you outta my mind Girl I can't get enough of it Because CHORUS Your love is incredible You can say it's unforgettable Can't believe it's merely sexual Cuz your love is incredible incredible Said your love is incredible You can say it's unforgettable Can we make it more than sexual Cuz your love is incredible incredible I'm thinkin about the things that you did to me Imagine your body movin like a centipede I want ya to know that I'm ready to be All over your body (Baby you got all I need) I like the way you got the softest lips (Alright) Infatuated by the way you kiss me Oh girl I'm tellin you wit you is where I wanna be You know you drive me crazy Cuz CHORUS Break it down Break it down Ooooh Baby Oooh Yeah Yeah yeah Yeah yeah Yeah yeah Baby I know that your love is CHORUS Baby CHORUS to fade
Is Love Enough Yeah yeah Whoo Oooh Oohhh Girl I see ya cryin And I know it's cuz of me Ya say ya caught me cheatin And lyin constantly but I know you don't believe me Baby when I say I will always love you Say that you love me Is love enough To make you stay with me Is love enough To make you stop crying Is love enough Make you understand Is love enough Enough Oooh Chinky Brown Eyes: You know I caught you cheatin Heard that you were catchin thrills I heard you're spendin money Heard that you been payin bills but (That's a lie that's a lie) Boy I won't be petty You will never hear me say her name You coulda kept it from me Boy you ought to be ashamed Is love enough You disrespected me Is love enough Make me stop crying Is love enough How will I understand Is love enough Is it Is it Sisqo Sisqo: Baby I'm sorry Is it enough Is it enough now baby Want ya to know that you're drivin me crazy Chinky: No no na na nonono Sisqo: My baby Chinky: I don't wanna let you go Sisqo: No don't let me go baby Chinky: Just show me ya love me Sisqo: You know that I love you baby Chinky: You hear me cryin Sisqo: I'm so sorry baby Sorry yeah Is love enough To make ya stay with me Is love enough To make ya stop crying Is love enough LovHer: I don't want to cry no more Sisqo: I don't wanna see ya cry no more Is love enough Enough Sing Is it enough Is it enough my baby Wantcha to know that you're drivin me crazy Don't approve of anything I do Wasn't enough for stoppin me from lovin you LovHer: Hands up I can't lie I'm gon' love ya till I die It's hard as hell to leave But no matter how I try But if I heard You're back with her Love won't be enough Sisqo: Is it enough baby Enough baby Enough baby Enough baby Both: Enough baby Enough baby Enough baby ....to fade
Thong Song This thing right here Is lettin all the ladies know What guys talk about You know The finer things in life Hahaha Check it out Ooh dat dress so scandalous And ya know another nigga couldn't handle it See ya shakin that thang like who's da ish With a look in ya eye so devilish Uh Ya like to dance at all the hip hop spots And ya cruise to the crews like connect da dots Not just urban she likes the pop Cuz she was livin la vida loca BRIDGE She had dumps like a truck truck truck Thighs like what what what Baby move your butt butt butt Uh I think to sing it again She had dumps like a truck truck truck Thighs like what what what All night long Let me see that thong CHORUS I like it when the beat goes da na da na Baby make your booty go da na da na Girl I know you wanna show da na da na That thong th thong thong thong I like it when the beat goes da na da na Baby make your booty go da na da na Girl I know you wanna show da na da na That thong th thong thong thong That girl so scandalous And I know another nigga couldn't handle it And she shakin that thang like who's da ish With a look in her eye so devilish Uh She like to dance at all the hip hop spots And she cruise to the crews like connect da dots Not just urban she likes the pop Cuz she was livin la vida loca BRIDGE CHORUS (2x) Whoaaa That dress so scandalous And I swear another nigga couldn't handle it See ya shakin that thang like who's da ish With a look in her eye so devilish (Whoa) Uh ya like to dance at all the hip hop spots And ya cruise to the crews like connect da dots Not just urban ya like the pop Cuz she was livin la vida loca (Whoa) She had dumps like a truck truck truck Thighs like what what what Baby move your butt butt butt (Ooh) Uh think to sing it again Cuz she had dumps like a truck truck truck Thighs like what what what Baby move your butt butt butt Uh think to sing it again Come on Come on Come on Come on Yeahhhh yeah CHORUS (3x) Whoa Uh alright Uh whoa yeah Ooh Whoa (Like it when the beat goes da na da na) (Baby make your booty go da na da na) (Girl I know you wanna show da na da na) Baby (That thong th thong thong thong) (I like it when the beat goes da na da na) (Baby make your booty go da na da na) (Girl I know you wanna show da na da na) (That thong th thong thong thong) .......to fade
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Artist: Snoop Dogg f/ KoKane Album: Tha Last Meal Song: Y'all Gone Miss Me Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com {*fades in*} .. {y'all gone miss me} Yeah y'all gone miss me {*harmonizing*} Never miss what you had 'til it's gone Yeah, y'all gone miss me {y'all gone miss me} Yeah, y'all gone miss me [Snoop Dogg] Hmm, who that nigga that brought you that gangsta shit befo' you motherfuckers was even ready for it? Showed you how to tie a flag on your head and represent your motherfuckin set 'til you're dead Bust on the cops while I cuss the Feds Roll a joint, in the bathtub gettin head Put the G in the P, flipped the G to a ki Put the West coast back on the map bay-bee Check my styles, check my files I've been gangbangin since I was a juvenile They cut me loose in nine-deuce I swore to tell the whole truth Keep it gangbang 100 proof E'rybody say, "Ay Snoop" - did Death Row pay me? Look here young loc, shit it's all to the gravy I really can't trip off the past, on the real I had a blast Tupac, rest in peace and God bless all my enemies [Chorus: KoKane] Rain-drops, falling on my head Fuckin with them haters, messin with my bread Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head Fuckin with them haters, sleepin in my bed [Snoop Dogg] Ain't No Limit to this shit, ain't no gimmick Master P good lookin out homeboy, salute my Lieutenant (at ease) I'm in it knee deep and can't creep no more I had to move down South on the low-low, fo' sho' doe Dippin through the woods with Fiend, Magic, Pokey Mystikal, V-90, C, Boz and P (ya heard me?) Windows on tint, ridin like the President It's evident, shit I'm doin good (yeah) I moved out the hood like I should (say what?) And then they had the nerve to call me Hollywood (nigga what?) But I don't give a fuck, if I'm misunderstood 20 Crip don't slip, yeah it's all to the good Yeah the homies got twist too, whatchu say? Oh the homies might get me? They'll get you Listen here, don't try it, and don't deny it And don't pay 'em no mind Dogg, man I'm tryin [Chorus w/ variations] [Snoop Dogg] Just when you thought I was gone, I'm back on Knick-knack-paddy-wack give the Dogg a home with a gang of pitbulls, rottweilers and doberman pinschers Bonafied killers The illest, cap peelers, that you ever wanna meet Straight up out the ghetto where they pack the heavy metal I got my hand on the wheel, my foot on the gas pedal I'm drivin DoggHouse to the next level (woof) and buckin two shots at the devil Run up on his ass, and blast, like a rebel Turn up the treble cause I hit you with the bass Remember my name and remember my face Remember these words, and remember the taste And remember, we all gotta leave this place I'm tryin to stay focused, I'm the loc'est in the game The Rap Prime Minister, "Mr. G Thang" [Chorus Two: KoKane] Rain-drops, fallin on my head Fuckin with the wrong folks, messin with my spread Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head Messin with my ba-by, who's sleepin in my bed {*harmonizing to fade with interjections of "y'all gone miss me"*}
Artist: Snoop Doggy Dogg f/ KoKane
Album: Tha Last Meal
Song: Brake Fluid
Typed by: ziggy_bigguns@hotmail.com *
* send all corrections to this typist
Woman: Ya baby
Snoop: Ya playa
Woman: Ya baby
Snoop: That's some real pimp shit right here
Snoop: These bitches is outta line man
Man: What's the matter dog you can't control your bitches?
Snoop: Check this out man
(chorus: kokane)
I got bitches all in my game that don't even know my name
then pump your brakes, you hoes
Biotch!
You could talk all day behind my back, but wont say shit in my face
then pump your brakes, you hoes
Biotch!
you are then one, you are then one,
you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, hooo
you are sexy, sexy, sexy, you are so sexy
you are then one, you are then one,
you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, hoo hoo
you are sexy, sexy, sexy, hmmm
[Snoop]
Carla, Darla, Charlene and Camina
Tereka and Erika, they love to take care of her
Real motherfucker from the DPG
Keesha, Resha, Tammy and Renesha
I appreciate the way y'all skate
when the clock hit eight
now April and Kate
Y'all be doin' too much
Running your mouths
Fuckin shit up, you gotta get up
cus I done had enough
Getting sick and tired of the same stuff
You told Kamil and she told Karla
and she told April and now they all know
But I could give a fuck 'cus all y'all my hoes
So, all that confronting the real nigga on site
today is today, last night was last night
As I leaned with my hand on my balls
I had to really check these bitches and tell then like this dog
(chorus)
[Snoop]
Nina do this and Tina do that
Sabrina, Sakina, nigga them all my hood rats
Back in the days when I was on the ???
At an early age man
I was on the ???
Non-stop, I beat it up and tell that bitch to get going
(They be like hot butter on a breakfast toast)
Hollarin' out, poppin' a collar out
And talkin' shit on the phone to me at my baby-moma's house
(who's she?) Look here bitch do you know who the fuck I am
You better read your motherfuckin' first telegram
you remind me of this bitch that used to work for me
Had to cut the bitch up 'cus she tried to get too close to me
And tried to confront me at a club one night
Fuckin' with her friend, a fake bitch (Is that right?)
But you know I had to stop and appause
And I put my hand on my balls and said ??? what's up dog
(chorus)
[Snoop]
I got my own spot and I got my own keys
So can't no bitch talk shit to me
Like Kiki did me, bitch changed the locks
And kicked me up outta spot
I learned a lesson, I wasn't guessin' or stressin'
I got another bitch and she was at the ??? home
She said she needed a companion
Shit I needed a chaperone plus a new home
Snap, crack, it's on
But in no time at all seems she fell in love
But i wasn't ready for that
Topcat had to scat
I hit her friend from the back
While she was at work workin'
I was jerkin' that skirt
And fuckin with all her friends that was flirtin'
And when she found out she told me that that shit hurt (boo-hoo)
A week later she fell in love with my homeboy Kurt
Bitch you a'int shit but dirt for dirt (biotch!)
(chorus x2)
(shoop)
This is a sexy bitch
{*Music fades out*}
Artist: Snoop Dogg f/ Master P, Mr. Magic Album: Tha Last Meal Song: Back Up Off Me Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com [Mean Green] What's up y'all? It's the Mean-ster Green-ster THIS should be played in residential neighborhoods clubs, cars, at high volume Get (?) wodies, at high volume [Master P - over Mean Green] UNNNNNGHHH! Where all my No Limit Soldiers at? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? Where y'all at? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? (Throw 'em up, throw 'em up, throw 'em up) WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? (Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up) [Chorus 2X: Master P] I'm a Down South nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a West coast nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a East coast nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a Midwest nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Master P] Rented gat in his ride, wodie throw 'em up high We some No Limit Soldiers 'til the day that we die And everybody in my click be rowdy (UNNNNGHHH) (?) boot up, or shut up, or get routed! I'm from the streets and I hang with killers I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers Wodie respect my hood, screamin C-P-3 Nigga and Magic and Snoop, over there with me Cause I'm a Uptown nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ If we got problems we gon' bust them triggers Throw them thangs boy, like Sugar Shane Mosley Shake them haters, cause y'all can't hold me [Chorus] [Mr. Magic] Get bucked up, nigga tear da club up If you ain't bout gettin rowdy then back the FUCK UP Y'all, know when I'm comin you hear the chopper go BLAKA BLAKA I came to tear the ROOF off this motherfucker The hyper y'all get the harder I spit (WHOOO!) And won't stop until they start a fight in this bitch! When I touch the mic I set the bitch on fire Who say they harder? They a motherfuckin LIAR! I touch the stage the crowd go crazy (AHHH!) The Devil raised me, you motherfuckers can't fade me Mr. 9th Ward, better respect this I keep my head in the air because I know I'm the shit! [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] B-O-U-T bout it (bout it) Tear this motherfuckin club up, nigga get rowdy Big Snoop D-O-double-G in this sonuvabitch (beitch) Gotcha runnin cause I'm comin with that South shit Close your mouth BITCH, DoggHouse BITCH Whatchu thought motherfucker? We gon' stay rich Well, the sayin goes, we slangin hoes while y'all be payin hoes, we G'd up and we pushin these pony-ups And the heat goes where the homie goes and the homie knows No Limit and DoggHouse keep it crack-a-lackin Mackin actin, rip-rackin, gun clappin and chip stackin [Chorus] - 1/2 [Magic] Back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [M.P.] I'm a 3rd Ward nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Magic] I'm a 9th Ward nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Snoop] I'm a Long Beach nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [M.P.] I'm a No Limit nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Master P] Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Now which one of y'all motherfuckers (??) BACK THE FUCK UP!! Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Fuck the world nigga, haha (BEOTCH) We back wodie! No Limit! Snoop! (WOOF WOOF) P! And Magic So what I want y'all to do right now BOUNCE! (Shake them haters shake them haters shake them haters off) Motherfucker [Snoop] Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off [Master P] Yo Snoop, it's your country uncle Master P man The black Tony Montana, I wanna tell you Thank you for ery'thing you did for No Limit We won the fuckin war together We can do what we wanna do after this It ain't No Limit Snoop, you been good to me Now it's time for me to be good to you I'm bout to give you your own blocks wodie You do what you wanna do Bring 'em in, we get the kilos from the South to the West We ship 'em, give it to the world Sell it to the fuckin record stores! Tell the fuckin haters to shut up! Cause it still ain't No Limit I know they thought this was "Tha Last Meal" but they don't realize it ain't the last deal Snoopy It's me and you baby, let's toast to success! DoggHouse, No Limit, to the fuckin world man! "Last Meal" on that puta, you fuckin cockroaches!
Artist: Snoop Dogg f/ Kokane, Suga Free Album: Tha Last Meal Song: Bring it On Typed by: big_freddy_27@yahoo.com [Kokane] In these times, of hate and pain We need a remedy, to help us through the rain Can't you see, I'm straight O-Gin [Snoop Dogg] Old Chief [Kokane] Fuck you niggas, think you can't fuck with me [Suga Free](Snoop Dogg) Oh c'mon Now that pimp is gonna jump back Bitch, and fuck that Shit, I'm qualify to knock a hoe no matter where ever I've go Excuse me partner, this is pimpin' little pimpin let you know Break the bitch you say "I will" Separate the bitch but you saying "I will" Damn nigga, shit; since you put it like that I'm about to lay some right now nigga And take them straight to the track (track) I've never let a bitch pimp me Trying to tell me what to do but I'mma stay O.G. Fresh out the pen only 32 days (32 days) And every bitch ? in a multiply ways Now it's a sick world, Why did the little girl walk around with a gold fish in her pocket So she could smell like the big girl And check the one with the fast mouth Just get your money if you have to knock her motherfucking ass out [Kokane] I don't care whatcha do Long you don't fuck with mine (C'mon sing ya'll) You think you can't be touched Niggas disappear all the time [Snoop Dogg] Old "Blue Eyes," Dogg Sinatra Make a nigga disappear like Jimmy Hoffa (Where is he?) The glock cocker, ho hopper, show stopper Watch your mouth, watch your mouth I'll put you in a brick in a building And separate you from your children (Daddy) I stay G'd up All the G's from my set ain't never P-C-up (hahaha) If you hit the main line You gonna get stop Paying motherfuckers off cause sucka duck Me and my niggas go heart and pain Puttin paint where it ain't, makin bitch niggas faint It's a clear blue sky there on the Eastside (Eastside) Throw your set up and wave it from (Rolling) side to c-side I'm talking big shit, holdin my dick Banging on you cuz, nigga this crip [Kokane](Suga Free) I got so many tricks up my sleeve (Oh y'all ain't knowin') For you hoes to disbelieve (Hoes in amazement) You wanna bang let's bring it on (Oh Oh) We about thousand niggas strong I don't care whatcha you do (I don't care what the fuck whatcha do) Long you don't fuck with me (As long you don't fuck with mine) You think you can't be touched (Uhhhhh) Niggas disappear all the time [Suga Free] No, I don't love you bitch, ou a hoe, I never will (Never will) Can't tell you my feelings cause the pimpin don't feel Bitch, matter fact be gone Fuck around and have your Momma saying "Baby, he wrong!" Talking about he a real pimp Bitch, is jumbo laced with the proper crop of jumbo shrimp Since I'm prepare with my hoe, got it crackin with my hoe Study mackin with my hoe, now I'm stackin with my hoe [Snoop Dogg] I pop a bottle of Mo About to model a hoe I'm working them, serving 'em and breaking a ? (You know) Did the weed, man get in Take it too long But when he get it dogg I'm taking us off (Give it up nigga) Niggas know how D-O-double G "does it" Known for making that crip hop music, don't abuse it Just ride to the rhythm of a pimp ass, upper class, cold motherfucker [Kokane] (Humming) [Kokane] Long you don't fuck with mine You think you can't be touched Niggas disappear all the time [Kokane] (Humming)
Artist: Snoop Dogg Album: The Last Meal Song: I Can't Swim Typed by: assman8@home.com (Alien) I am Sir Dogg, DPG fuck... and I hate water. I never learned to swim.... AAAAH! PUT ME DOWN!!!! Let go of my leg!!! I HATE WATER!!!! I CAN'T SWIM!!!! AAAAH!!!!! (Snoop) Now matter where I go, you got'cha eyes on me, And everybody sittin' around waitin' on me, Show us how you do it Uncle Snoopy, So fluid wit' your technique, y'all niggaz gon' respect me, Man, I been doin' dis' shit before I even learned how to crawl though, Gettin' interviewed by mothafuckaz like Geraldo, And niggaz wanna know if I smoke Newports or Marlboros? Man, I'm fuckin' wit' dat real shit, nigga can you feel dis'? I make dat shit for the realest of millions, While I'm wheelin' and dealin' and feelin the feelin', Hmm... and oh what a relief it is, That Snoop is back in dis mothafucka handlin' his biz, Takin' care of his kids and makin' hits, oh shit, There it is again, you never know if your career might flop, fizz So, stay on your toes and keep a pair wit'cha foes, And keep a set of new hoes and floatin' and tie da bow, Fuck these niggaz and peep out Whitey Ro (?), Somebody told? Well then, somebody gettin' rolled on, And that's usually how the scenario rolls on, Baby girl said she wanna keep her clothes on, She either fuckin' gettin' stole on or gotta stroll home, Well number one, keep your hand on your gun, And don't (don't) trust (trust) anyone (anyone, one, one.....) Ohh... you can't trust nobody baby.... you can't even trust your own Mama!!! This is Snoopy Collins.... trust no one.... especially a bitch.... Or even a bitch-ass nigga.... Yo Ha!!!! T-R-U-S-T in me, I'm sexy but I'm pussy, The homies in the hood call me Lil' Bo Peep, And you da type a nigga I been dyin' ta meet, So Snoopy, what'chu tryin' to do? Now hold on lil' mama, ain't no reason for me to lie to you, Now what I'm tryin' to do, and what I'm gon' do, Is hit this bud, I got a wife at home, Bitch I ain't lookin' for none, you might got kids for cuz, or down wit' bud Pushin' them dubs, look here cuz, Lemme tell you how it's gon' be If I was broke loc, these bitches wouldn't want me I'm tellin' you the good-god truth, you want proof? Ask them hoes over there, "Y'all wanna fuck Snoop?" (yeah!) We'll take the money and the game away, I bet they won't say the same that day, But it's okay, cuz I don't trip, Cuz "Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks", I thought I told you, bitch I'm a soulja, East side, long beach, gang-bang roller, From the solar, cuz this, is it, Can ya dig it? (I can dig it!!!) Jelly Roll pulled a rabbit out his hat, I pull a strap out my mothafuckin' back (Aaah!), cuz I know it's like dat, I'm in a meetin' wit' these white folks talkin' bread, They want a contract on a nigga till' I'm dead, If I don't sign they gon' turn me over to the feds, They struck me out, now I'm pinch-hittin' for the Reds, But I'm a Dodger blue, so I gotta keep it true, I gotta home-run, nigga we long gone, I'm realizin', justizin', visualizin', Rip-ridin', put mines in, Takin' this game to the next level, Trustin' no one, especially them Red Devils, Keep ya head level, hand on my get-up, Stay on the red-up, pimpin' ain't easy, but there's a whole lot of fed-up, And like I told you from the get-go, don't trust no one (no one, no one), And like I told you from the getti, don't trust no one... (Alien) OH NO!!! YOU DID IT AGAIN!!!! PUT ME DOWN!!!! I HATE WATER, I CAN'T SWIM!!!! I NEVER LEARNED TO SWIM!!!! I SHOULDN'T HAVE TRUSTED YOU!!!! I PUT ALL OF MY TRUST IN YOU!!!! AND YOU TOOK ME TO THE WATER..... OH NO!!!!
Artist: Snoop Doggy Dogg Album: Tha Doggfather Song: Tha Doggfather I put down more hits than mafioso made And Lucky Lucianno 'bout to sing soprano And I know, I know the way you feel And baby bubba we gon' keep it on tha real Just to get you caught up in amazement We puffin' on Cubans so it might get dangerous But when it isn't, you can sit izzon bizzack And let the Bizzow Wizzow ride the trizzack, ha ha How you feelin'? I'm up to dealin', ridin' like a villan Makin' a killin', thrillin' the crowd wit my new hairdo, Outfits unused, fifty dollar socks, hundred-thousand dollar shoes Man, I'm givin' blues to these sucka MC's Who you be? You know who I be, young nigga I'm Tha DoggFather Chorus Snoop Doggy Dogg is Doggy Dogg Father (Father) Repeat Let's make a move for this paper (Where we rollin' Dogg?) We got's ta get paid (Makin' money all ya'll) I mean I steps to tha stage in my G-boy stance And say a few rhymes to make your girl wanna dance I'm so fly like a dove I come from up above You trippin' on your girl cause she showed me love Nigga don't beat em, cause if you beat em, you don't need em You lay your hands on me, watch how fast I take your freedom I delete em, but don't mistreat em I stay up on em, and that's one ta grow on, Let me flow on You can rock to tha rythme you see or you can rock to tha rythme of me Just remember when you do your thang, Make sure you do your thang on a hang And everythang, is everythang There ain't no mo' than this paper chase Like them white-boy DA's was on tha case You know I ain't tryin' ta floss, but uh, (Murder, murder, murder) was the case that they lost I'm Tha DoggFather Chorus Now, do anybody in tha house remember When there wasn't no Snoop Dogg? (Hell yeah!) There wasn't no rappers hollin' 'bout LBC Am I trippin' ya'll? (Hell no!) Now, when I grow up, I wanna be like Snoop Have prestigious women That's the truth from the begining In and out of the flyest hotels You say your family don't know me Hold on hommie, that's formost and promos Sales, tails, scales and jails Success before death No one in my clique fails As females with the almighty Father lead Succeedin' ta give my peep's just what they need And it ain't no party like this kind, Cause you can leave your worries behizzind But I'ma git back to tha grizzind Snoop D-O double G comin' back for mizzine and I'm tha DoggFather Chorus (Repeat until fade out)
Artist: Snoop Doggy Dogg w/ Kurupt, Daz and f/ The Dramatics Album: Doggystyle Song: Doggy Dogg World Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com Intro: We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin up shit But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow But it ain't no thang cause see my nigga Coolio Put me up on the game when I step through the do' Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive Usin my styles like a contraceptive I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack So put your gun away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?) Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now Tell me what's goin on It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes and quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the point You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint You'se a flea and i'm the big Dogg I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize And see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I die Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y Chorus: It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World Verse Two: Kurupt Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors Ain't that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin I had your whole fuckin block bumpin Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through One-two, three, you can't see me I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics A fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets It's on again, it's on and poppin All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin I wanna see some panties droppin I'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton (All I ever did was just use that hoe Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows) I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin slugs and I smoke weed for the fuck of it Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked but it's manditory that I kick it Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action You really don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog Chorus Verse Three: Daz Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long) Tell when (till the early morn) It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the) The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit) Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo' So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick Till I die I'm still screamin that (bitches ain't shit) Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum As you groove to the gangster shit The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die Chorus
Artist: Snoop Doggy Dogg
Album: Doggystyle
Song: Gin and Juice
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com
{*water bubbling*}
[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Heah hah hah!
I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz got this ass motherfuckin up
Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker
Steady long, steady long nigga
[Verse One: Snoop]
With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah)
and, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
cause my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
[Verse Two]
Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of shit, happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
who listens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
and get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
beeeitch, I'm just
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'
And I'll be
[Chorus]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Artist: (Snoop Dogg f/) Mac Minista
Album: Tha Last Meal
Song: Game Court
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com
{*funkafied version of "The People's Court" TV show in the background*}
[Mac Minista]
Mac Minista in defense of the honorable Snoop Dogg
The anti-player has filed and submitted an "alpha"-davit
in the Game Court. With trumped up charges against
my client Snoop Dogg, Tha Doggfather - for 227 counts
of flexing his G's, popping his P's
dotting his I's and crossing his T's.
The anti-player has filed and submitted an "alpha"-davit
in the Game Court. With trumped up charges against
my client Snoop Dogg, Tha Doggfather - for 357 counts
of verbal and reckless endangerment
from the million dollar mouthpiece;
and leaving these super-sap suckers,
discombobulated and confused and shook up, like a pair of dice.
The anti-player, has filed and submitted an "alpha"-davit
in the Game Court. Charging my client Snoop Dogg,
Tha Doggfather - for distributing and manufacturing game.
Crossing state and county lines, with the intent to pimp the system.
Now if you wanna judge Tha Doggfather,
bring him before 12 G's and open up his files
and you will see, that ever since Snoopy was a pup
his tail was straight up - ready to shake rattle and roll
and charge from a hoe to a henchman about his pension.
So all you jerks with them $11 words
comin out of your $2 mouth
about a multi-million dollar Crip
who's got the mind of a bid'ness man, the heart of a tyrant,
and the tongue of a mack - I said,
he's a five-star guerilla Crip, with bars and stars
while you suckers is lookin for stripes.
His game is as sharp as a mosquito's needle;
and with this in mind, I'm gonna ask the Game Court
to grant a motion, of 995 - grounds, of dismissal.
Artist: Snoop Dogg f/ KoKane
Album: Tha Last Meal
Song: Go Away
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com
[Snoop]
Let cho' mind not be confused
If you can walk this walk nigga take my shoes
New fools, you fools, these fools, all y'all
talkin bad about me, and my motherfuckin dawg
He ain't trippin, I ain't trippin, but y'all niggaz still dissin
To me, some of these suckers'll never get it
Full clip and if I miss it I'ma tip it on the Crip
and DoggHouse in your mouth, now tell me how you livin
Who the villain, you the villain? Nigga Ren is "The Villain"
My homey from the C-P-T, cold chillin
Now as time flies by I see the game gettin mo' reala
as I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it?
I always tend to come widdit
Gravy train on your brain, nigga come get it
I'm too young to retire, I'm havin fun wit it
See when you learn what to do with it, I'll be done with it
Come with it
[Chorus: KoKane, Snoop]
Go.. (just go away).. go a-way!
[S] Niggaz can't be trusted
[K] Just come back another day
[S] Niggaz be on bitch shit
[K] Just go far, a-way
[S] Niggaz get it twisted
Just go a-way..
[Snoop Dogg]
Now she said she don't like a G
Well listen here bitch, get the fuck from 'round me
You thought you was bout to get a drink on me?
I put hands on you bitch like Suga Free
I always let a bitch know her boundaries
Same with a nigga, I treat him like a flea
You claim to be, you aim to be in my spot
Motherfucker - you will get popped (BLAOW)
Not, knowin who you fuckin wit, niggaz be on bitch shit
Nigga we be fuckin quick, nigga we ain't talkin shit
When the heat speak, niggaz be on bitch shit
Tryin to get somewhere, coverin up they biscuit
And then he in the club, all up on my dilznick
But when I leave, you niggaz pullin trick shit
But it's cool, cause niggaz gonna miss this
Cause I'ma keep it all business, what is this?
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
I said let yo' mind not be confused
If you can walk this walk nigga take my shoes
You fools, these fools, new fools, all y'all
talkin bad about me, and my motherfuckin dawg
He ain't trippin, I ain't trippin, but y'all niggaz still dissin
Look here Meech, some of these niggaz'll never get it
Full clip and if I miss it I'ma tip it on the Crip
and DoggHouse in your mouth, now tell me how you livin
Who the villain, you the villain? Nigga Ren is "The Villain"
My homey from the C-P-T, cold chillin
Now as time fly I see the game gettin mo' reala
as I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it?
I always tend to come widdit
Gravy train on your brain, nigga come get it
Too young to retire, I'm havin fun wit it
When you learn what to do with it I'll be done with it
Come with it
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah I'm bout to go far away
So far you might not see me
My nigga Meech on the beat
We takin over this motherfucker, ha ha!
And they thought we fell off
Fell all up in your motherfuckin ass
Be-ii-ee-ii-itch!
KoKane - aww that's funky right there
Puttin it back on the map
Uhh, let me hear some dawg
Ahhh, as we take your mind
to a dimension you never thought existed
[Chorus]
{*vocals ad lib to end*}
Artist: Snoop Dogg f/ KoKane Album: Tha Last Meal Song: Hennesey and Buddah Typed by: Mike82122@aol.com DPG, is down with us X to the Z, is down with us D-R-E, is down with us My nigga Kokane, is down with us Eastside gang is, down with us Niggas talkin shit, I'm gettin ready to bust I'm number one (one, one, one) With a bullet motherfuckers [Chorus: Kokane] I got this Henn in my cup And this Buddah got me stuck I'm just trying to compose myself (compose myself) I don't know why I act this way I just wanna be left alone I'm just trying to enjoy myself (enjoy myself) [Snoop Dogg] Aww naw (who is it?) It's motherfuckin' Snoop Dogg I live the fast life, where ya keep ya cash tight In broad daylight, walkin' wit ya flashlight Addin' up what ya brought in from last night She mad tight with mad bite (is that right?) Bad lil bitches on my tizeam (tizeam) Nigga, that's the American drizeam (wha-wha-wha-what) Pussy broke the President (yeah it did) And pussy made a pimp rich (yeah it did) I live like 'em both as I smoke on my dope On my boat...thumbin' through c-notes Now here's a toast to the coast Cuz we doin' it the most (we doin' it the most) Playa playa high costs Uno, dos, I'm bout to get ghost Stackin what ya mackin D-O-double G The shit ya doin' is so lovely The haters hate cuz they will never be There ain't no limit to this melody (melody) You niggas sippin on that jealousy (jealousy) I pour a tall glass of Hennesey (want some?) Do you wanna have a sip with me? Or would you rather try and trip with me? (trip with me?) Put ya cups on the table and your hands in the air And touch your brim to the side, that's only if you a player And all the ladies in this motherfucker acting up Don't hurt nobody when you back it up Cuz we came here to have a good time Me and my niggas in the sunshine (sunshine) On 3 wheels with one 9 (ya know) It's time to shine, the world is mine (the world is mine) I never ever dropped a dime (shiiit) Nigga might cop a dime Never hesitate to pop a 9 (bah!) And always come up with the proper line Stick to the script bitch I'm hurtin shit (hurtin shit) Let me show you motherfuckers what I'm workin with (what you workin with?) Don't need no water to go with your order And you aint got to smuggle the shit up over the border Affordable, sportable, unbelievable, feasible, and reasonable We leavin' 'em low Cuz me and my loc, keep big leaves of smoke Gallons of Hennesey and 16 liters of coke He done drank and she done smoked The meters are broke, we put the V to the note I brought the weed to smoke And Dr. Dre, he hooked the beat up, indeed it was dope Stackin what ya mackin D-O-double G The shit ya doin' is so lovely The haters hate cuz they can never be There ain't no limit to this melody (melody) You niggas sippin on that jealousy (jealousy) I pour a tall glass of Hennesey (Hennesey) Do you wanna have a sip with me? (sip with me?) Or would you rather try and trip with me? (trip with me?) Put ya cups on the table and your hands in the air And touch your brim to the side, that's only if you a player And all the ladies in this motherfucker acting up Don't hurt nobody when you back it up Cuz we came here to have a good time Me and my niggas in the sunshine (sunshine) On 3 wheels with one 9 (ya know) Yeah [Chorus] Shaquille O'Neal, is down with us Look half dead, is down with us My nigga Mel-Man, is down with us And eastside Watts, is down with us The whole crip car, is down with us My niggas on the four yard, I'm givin it up We number one (one, one, one) (Gunshot) With a bullet motherfuckers
Artist: Snoop Dogg Album: Tha Last Meal Song: Issues Typed by: big_freddy_27@yahoo.com Meech Bow Wow Yeah Dogg House Oh serious I heard that So I didn't know about all that Yeah Keep my industry as much as possible Snoop Dogg Found out, found out On all ya'll niggas Check me out homie Everywhere I go I got niggas and bitches on my dick trying to take my shit Now, I don't really know But I try to keep my head to the skitta Slice my piece of hitta Whatcha hating for? You better get up, get out and get your own, Nigga Pick up the phone and holla at your folks Young locs in the hood, mashing Dogg House Fuck them other fools D-O-double G Kick back, blaze the sack I catch a muthafucking big, Mack Attack We blazing up the dogg It'll hurt you Nothing but purple in my circle To the day we die We don't get money, bitches and high Dogg House Gangsta Crip Right back in your muthafucking ass for the R-2-G, bitch What ya'll wanna do? Seems like niggas wanna talk all night What we gonna do? We ain't gonna say nothing more, we gonna get with ya'll, on side That's how suppose to see So all that straggling in the gate trying to get close to me Ya'll niggas need to stop Trying to flip the hip hop scrip I snap and crackling POP Tell your friends and folks It's a whole new year and situation and I'm still hating hoes Will it ever stop? Look I really don't know but on the up I doubt that, loc Now what about your hood? Man, I'm doing mine they're doing there's So I guess It's all good And, what about your crew? Shit, my crew it's +Tha Eastsidaz+ Fool, I thought u knew Dogg Pound ain't the same? Yeah, them niggas split up and did they own thang and went made their own gang Money is thicker than water? That's fuck up but on the real that's how it is cuz, damn The world just ain't the same? And come to find out this niggas crossing out my muthafucking name So what am I to do? I put it on mind continue to shine Everything fine In G-O-D we trust That's why ya'll suckers can't "Touch us, Touch us" Meech u made the beat And you know when we get together Shit, we like bread and meat We coming with the heat Close your mouth cause Dogg House is definitely turning it out And what about the cop? I pay them and the ones I didn't I slaved them, haha Will it ever stop? It's like asking "Who is it" before a nigga even knock The game is here to stay? And I'm here to change the rules cause I'm a player that loves to play Did you thank the lord today? Think I did and on that note young loc, I'm getting dose Why you tell the truth? Cause I'm hundred twenty proof from the turf to the roof Bigg Snoop
Artist: Snoop Dogg f/ Butch Cassidy, Tha Eastsidaz, Dr. Dre,
Master P, Nate Dogg
Album: Tha Last Meal
Song: Lay Low
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com
{*Snoop's message actually starts at the end of "Stacey Adams"*}
[Snoop Dogg]
Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n? Dis big Snoop Dogg
Leave your name and your number at the motherfuckin beep
If dis one of my hoes, two-way me
{*BEEP*}
[Dr. Dre]
Ay ay Snoop whattup? This your nigga Dre
Ay man I was thinkin I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin album
So check it out, put this on there:
All you motherfuckin haters out there, can suck my motherfuckin dick!
And we still smokin, what?!
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
For the nigga who be talkin loud and holdin his dick
Talkin shit, he better LAY LOW
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick, she better LAY LOW
For the niggaz who be claimin my hood
and really ain't from my gang, better LAY LOW
I hope he don't be thinkin I'm just talkin
and I won't do a thing, really HOPE SO!
[Snoop Dogg]
Hmm, lay low, nobody move until I say so
Limo tint rollin deep like the President
See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a bitch (beitch)
I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate
Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stoppin this
Whatever the case, I ain't tryin to catch it
Lay low, blow big dope, and slang records
Unseen but well heard, do not disturb
The only reason you alive cause I ain't sent the word
I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge
from the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke
I bring the worst from the L.B.C.
Smash motherfuckers thinkin they gon' smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a FUCK about what y'all say
From the "World's Most Dangerous Group" - N.W.A
Ay, ay
[Butch Cassidy]
Our rise, it was no surprise
I always knew these fools would trip
Hatin, fakin, schemin on mine
and on the down low talkin shit
Best move cause I refuse to lose
no matter which damn road I choose
So lay low cause you might be bruised
Top story on the evening news
I ain't for games, so if you wanna play 'em lay low
Lay down on the floor
I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know
That's what I came fo'
[Goldie Loc - Eastsidaz]
Where that nigga who be talkin shit?
He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch
I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezin the tits
Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips
She tried to make me cum, but I was tryin to take her home
Dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy Brougham
Coulda thumped you and the dog (you little fag)
And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong
[Tray Deee - Eastsidaz]
Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya
From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya
Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with?
The same click he came with and made the game flip
Now niggaz grow they hair, hope they stayin act hard
That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whassup pimpin? It's P and Snoop
With Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin but loot
They call me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got
but they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got
I keeps it real-ah, cause I'm all about my scrilla
The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta
It's, No Limit til I D-I-E
C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be
[Chorus]
Artist: Snoop Dogg Album: Tha Last Meal Song: Leave Me Alone Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com [Snoop] Yo.. uh-huh I'ma try somethin different on this right here but I know y'all gon' feel it cause I know y'all feel me It's some real shit right here, y'knahmsayin? I ain't never did it like this before Check this out.. [Snoop - singing] I'm the kind of G that everybody knows But I'm so low-key, when it comes to hoes I never break the rules and that's just how it goes All my friends and foes - know that's just how it goes I can flip the script but I chose not to this time There's so much to say with so little time, but I like it (Yes I like it) I'm gon' dip dive socialize and get high I wish my people had, other ways I'm thankful, that a brother's paid (that a brother's paid) But how can I be happy? My hair is still nappy I miss my grandpappy I wanna do right but the world is wrong That's why I'm singin this song [Chorus] I'm tryin to stack a dollar pop my collar while I'm singin my song Y'all niggaz better leave me alone (I think you better leave me alone) I think y'all betta leave me alone (I think you better leave me alone) I'm tryin to stack a dollar pop my collar while I'm singin my song You bitches better leave me alone (I think you better leave me alone) I think y'all betta leave me alone (I think you better leave me alone) [Snoop - singing] There's so much goin on out there in the world today All these - ladies, players, gangsters, and suckers I get caught up sometimes, some of the people I hang with they turn out to be snitches, bitches, yeah they switches But you know like I know I can't stop doin, what I got to do I'ma keep doin what I got to (I'ma keep doin) y'know! Everywhere I go, the game is the same People lookin at me want me to say somethin want me to do somethin, but I don't know nuttin If I ain't gettin paid, I can't drop no rhymes I can't do nothin for you no mo', I ain't got that kinda time and they know.. [Chorus] w/ minor variations [Snoop - singing] I try to be to myself, and try to stay.. away from the world But the world just keeps runnin after me (runnin after me) I try to shield myself away from all the wickedness but somehow, the wickedness is in my circle - what am I to do? I try to ask God to help me get through this what am I to do to this? Just do this, let's do this So I, continue to mash, day by day (day by day) I continue to play, play by play And I con-tinue to spit my manuscript (spit it) and say what I want to say (say it) And I do it to ya ev-ery-day [Chorus] w/ minor variations [Snoop Dogg] Leave me alone, I think you better leave me alone Leave me alone, leave me alone - better leave me alone If it don't pay you wrong, leave me alone I think you better leave me alone, leave me alone Leave me alonnnne, leave me alonnnne If it don't pay you wrong..
Artist: Snoop Dogg f/ Butch Cassidy, Soopafly
Album: Tha Last Meal
Song: Loosen' Control
Typed by: Detreceiver2g@aol.com
[Snoop Dogg]
Man, you got me goin crazy baby
Feel like I'm losin my mind
[Chorus: Soopafly]
Feels like I'm losin control, and I don't even know
Girl you hurt me oh so bad cause I love you so, hey
But it don't matter now, I'm doin better now
Whatever you do, bitch, will come back to you, bitch
Heeeeeeey, hey; heeeeeeey, hey
Heeeeeeeeeeeey, hey; heeeeeeey, hey
(Soopafly * overlapping chorus)
I was in love at times
I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes
I was in love at times
I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes
Now who would ever think that I wanted a home
Three kids and a wife, never be alone
A dog in the front yard and that picket fence
Havin somethin on the side? It didn't make sense
(Butch) I'm a family man sportin a weddin band
(Soopafly)
I heard them niggas on your pager didn't give a damn
I gave you eighty percent of all my trust in you
The other twenty was cool, cause we gon' make it through
(Butch) The homies said she got my mind blew in, blew in
(Soopafly)
I told that nigga like Chris Tucker,
"Don't worry about what the FUCK I be doin'"
We was makin chemistry, but who is he?
And how dis nigga know the deal about you and me?
(Butch) I fell to my knees and asked the girl "Why?"
(Soopafly)
She looked at my eyes with no reply
So I cried, I was in love at times
I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes
[Chorus]
(Snoop Dogg * overlapping chorus)
I was in love at times
I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes
I was in love at times
I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes
I was in love at times
They say "Game Don't Wait" huh Warren G?
Well the game better wait for me
I'm spendin my time while I'm writin these rhymes
In the Hills for real, sippin wines, girl you'se a dime
Got me losin my mind
Well if lovin you is a crime
I'm down to do my time
Lock me up and throw away the key
I once told that "This was the way love was meant to be"
I see you with me forever
We can do things that you never, thought you coulda
Up out the hood-uh, is where I took you, never overlooked you
I can't believe that you shook to another spot
And left me cold, now I'm hot
I'm tryin to find you, what am I to do?
I gave you everything that you needed
[Chorus]
(Snoop * over chorus)
Took it for granted, shit, I'm cool now
What goes around, comes around
[Snoop] I was in love at times
[Soopa] I was in love at times
[Snoop] I was in love at times
[Soopa] I was in love at times
(Snoop Dogg)
You know what girl I mean..
I was in love with you and you did me like that
But you know what they say?
What goes around comes around
(Butch Cassidy)
How could, how could, you do me wrong?
You be messin up my songs (my songs)
Now a nigga must move on (I gave you)
Gave love, and you just, straight played on me (on me)
Had a nigga sick for weeks (for weeks)
Now I must begin my streak (I was in love at times..)
{*whistling*}
Artist: Snoop Doggy Dogg
Album: Doggystyle
Song: Murder Was the Case [DeathAfterVisualizingEternity]
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com
Intro: (Mista Grimm's "Indo Smoke" plays in the background)
Ay ay Jaycee
Sup Aron?
Ain't that Snoop Dogg over there?
That that nigga with that blue coat on?
Yeah
Yeah oh yeah that's that nigga
Nigga roll up on the side of him man
Roll your window down
Man hand me my motherfuckin Glock man gimme another clip
Cuz I'm gonna smoke this fool
Yeah roll the windows down
Yeah, OK there you go
Ay man, you Snoop Dogg?
Snoop?
Huh?
Snoop Doggy Dogg?
Man he's Snoop Dogg
Man fuck that nigga!!
*gun shots*
Nigga man!
Get that nigga man!
Man get up fool man, get up man, don't be tryin to run man
Get up on that fool man, I don't give a fuck
What set you got now? Fuck you nigga!
Yeah nigga, whassup?
Nigga?
Yeah motherfucker
Yeah nigga, one less nigga
Yeah nigga, youse a dead motherfucker now
Verse One:
As I look up at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg
Pumpin on my chest and I'm screamin
I stop breathin, damn I see deamons
Dear God, I wonder can ya save me
I can't die Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby
I think it's too late for prayin, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
"Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better"
How long will I live?
"Eternal life and forever"
And will I be, the G that I was?
"I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of
So relax your soul, let me take control
Close your eyes my son"
My eyes are closed
Chorus:
Murder... murder was the case that they gave me
Murder... murder was the case that they gave me
Verse Two:
I'm fresh up out my coma
I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner
It's gonna take a miracle they say
For me to walk again and talk again but anyway
I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet
And everything that nigga said, came to reality
Livin like a baller loc
Havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke
I bought my momma a Benz, and bought my Boo-Boo a Jag
And now I'm rollin in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad
"Just remember who changed your mind
Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass mine"
Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed
Never have a want, never have a need
They say I'm greedy but I still want mo'
Cuz my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord, my soul to keep
If I should die, before I wake
I pray the lord, my soul to take
No more indo, gin and juice
I'm on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose
Shackled from head to toe
25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know
them niggaz from the other side recognize my face
Cuz it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C
Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don't care
Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
Niggaz stare as I enter the center
They send me to a leval 3 yard, that's where I stay
Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor
Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off
Cuz you can't tell what's next
My little homey Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck
And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two
I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo
Chorus 2X
*flatline noise*
Artist: Snoop Dogg f/ Eve
Album: Tha Last Meal
Song: Ready 2 Ryde
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com
[Eve]
Keep it shaking, Cali keep it quaking
Cause the Ryders got me bringin home the bacon
Show me love, and it wasn't no mistakin
that I would dedicate this melody - fuck the hatin
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
I had to tell my girl to pack her shit
cause she slipped and dipped inside
I need a girl that's ready to ride
to keep the heater right by her side
[Eve]
Aiyyo, so what the deal Dogg, tell me, keep it real Dogg
Niggaz seem stressed to the brain, how you feel dogg?
Nigga I'ma ride, set it up, let it spill Dogg
Anything you want, I can flip, got the skill Dogg
[Snoop Dogg]
Baby girl you so so-phisticated
Finance related, you graduated
to the next level in the game, wearin my name
Bad little brickhouse, go and do that thang
[Eve]
Yo - niggaz surprised when they open they eyes
Thick in the thighs wasn't part of they plan
Not just his bitch, I'm like his main man
Act shifty - your resistance gone swiftly
Bitches mad at a nigga, askin why he kissed me
Stop whinin, just to cry and get the mackin daddy
I don't like it when the angry chick is actin crabby
That's why he bagged me
Ghetto jewel, never loud and trashy
No stressin over chicks - problem? Bet I solve it fastly
[Chorus] - 2X
[Snoop Dogg]
We gangbang on these niggaz like we 'posed to do
and I'll be damned if I let a bitch get close to you
We posted Boo - you, my, one and only
Quick to dump before the homies
Remember when that phony nigga ran up on me at the club?
You filled him up with slugs, that's what I call love
All that pushin and shovin, kissin and huggin
Thuggin, dig it, dug-in
I'm lovin every minute of it Boo
The way you stay true, and always kept your cool
You kept the heater right by your thigh
And when the shit got hectic you was ready to ride
You didn't run out, when I pulled the gun out
That's what I'm talkin bout, no doubt
Ruff Rydin, Eastsidin, to the realest y'know
D-O-double-Gizze, you know how we get busy
[Eve]
Aiyyo, how could I leave a real nigga? A real nigga's all I need
Fake bitches try to take my place, fall to they knees
Don't violate, see my man, he don't like no scrapes
And if I heard you was frontin I hope on the case
Wild one? Maybe, but I'ma protect my baby
Test me fool and by the end you gon' think I'm crazy
That's how I do for my Dogg, keep my (?) strong
Both sides relied on the shit, nigga sing the song
[Chorus] - 2X
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah.. hahah, E-V-E! D-O-double-Gizze! Y'know!
Ruff Rydin, Eastsidin! Foe life, ahh! Yeah..
And you thought it'd never happen
Fuck the haters, bow wow!
Woof.. woof.. woof.. woof..
{*Dogg panting*} BEOTCH!
It's official now, yeah
We gon' Ruff Ryde up on out of here on this one
Eastside up Eastsidaz
Goldie Loc in the house
Lil' 1/2 Dead
DJ Jam, my nigga E, Davey Dave, uhh, misbehave
Give it to 'em Dogg
Whattup DMX? WOOF!
Master P? UNNNGHH!
Dr. Dre {*chronic inhaled sound*}
My nephew Scott on the beat
Illy Philly-delphia
{*sounding like a P-Funkster*}
Awwwwwww, yeah babyyy!
It's another one, funky as they come
Evey Eve and Doggy Dogg
Bitch please, awwww!
Artist: Snoop Dogg f/ Ice Cube, The Lady of Rage, MC Ren, Nate Dogg
Album: Tha Last Meal
Song: Set it Off
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com
{*Timbaland ad libs while Snoop talks*}
[Snoop]
Real nigga shit..
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock
Real nigga shit
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock
Real nigga shit..
[MC Ren]
Here come The Villain again, grab your hoe and get the fuck outta town
This nigga shit make the world go round
It's that black nigga Ren, duck when I bust
Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will, love to cuss
You wanna fuck with us? Man, I wouldn't do it
Ask this nigga here, his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I Ren-incarnate
Droppin West coast shit in every motherfuckin state
Motherfuckin legend, y'all niggaz be knowin
You can leave yo' bitch and keep on goin
[Snoop Dogg]
I am Doggy Dogg bitch (beitch) love to hit a switch
Never hit a bitch (beitch) love that gangsta shit
Can I hear your flow? Can I fuck yo' hoe?
Boy you hard on 'em - nigga you ain't know?
When you testify, you got to keep it fly
A lot of niggaz lie, shit we do or die
E'ryday we high, it's like a nine to five
I got my nina my fo'-heata beata by my side
I keep it tucked close when I'm on the West coast (West coast)
I keep it on post when I'm with my East coast folks locs (East coast)
Y'all know what's crack-a-lackin
I'm from the hood of the drivebys and kidnappings, and car-jackings
[Chorus: Ice Cube]
Me and Snoop Dogg on the hog
On our way to the mall, fuck alla y'all
We gon' ball til we fall, watch the chrome crawl
Intercept these fine bitches cause we want 'em all
Droppin drawers, poppin coochie and lickin balls
Only gangsta ass nigga follow nigga laws
Only gangsta ass bitches get to run the hogs
Only real ass niggaz get to set it off
[The Lady of Rage]
Now, the way I gets off in that ass it's a sin to not assassin
Grab a microphone have flashbacks and start flashin, ahh
I'm bound to toast ya
String you up like you was on the Ponderosa
Sip on Mimosa do it that way cause I'm supposed ta
Now most of ya, don't measure up
I'll make it hot and turn the pressure up
Steamin, regular, nah supreme and I ain't gassed
I blow an MC away like Fox(?) when I pass
Ain't nuttin shitty about this here fuck around and that's that ass
Just like, grass I, I want more Green than the Goblin
Matter of fact I want more Bank than that chick that be modelin (UHH!)
My uzi weighs more than a single ton
I leave you single son, who wanna mingle not a single one
Hah, now tell me what you figure, nigga
Rob load up the show slow flow spitter
The hard hitter (UHH) the R nigga, roll
I break it down sweet then I bring it back slow
[Chorus]
[Nate Dogg]
Nigga that was dumb diggy diggy dumb dumb
Here them niggaz come kiddy kiddy come come
I think a nigga sprung spriggy spriggy sprung sprung
Probably why he done diggy diggy done done
Yo' lady think I'm cute, I be knockin her boots
When she's away from home, she be swallowin juice
You thinkin that's yo' son, but he ain't lookin like you
See the barrel of a gun, nigga whatcha gon' do?
Set it off
[Snoop Dogg]
Niggaz pop mo' shit while we drop mo' shit
Continously, nigga nigga please
Slang yo' ki's, birdies and trees
You can catch me and my niggaz, overseas
Shootin the breeze, with a cute Vietnamese
or was she Lebonese? I think she Chinese
It really don't matter cause they all on they knees
It's somethin bout these motherfuckin West coast G's
Make that cheese, when the cops come you bet' not freeze
Blast on 'em like the Genovese, they yo' enemies
Lock you up and fuck you up
Talk shit to you beat you down then cuff you up
and leave you in a cell stuffed (damn!)
I ain't got no money for bail, that's real as fuck (f'real)
Tryin to get a meal ticket and kick it
Chill, catch a plane to Spain or maybe Brazil
on the real can you feel me?
{*Timbaland ad libs for a bit*}
[Kurupt]
Yeah, yeah, set it off
It's Kurupt Young Gotti
Doin it big, for all y'all suckers
We set it off, Snoop Dogg!
It's "Tha Last Meal"
Last time y'all suckers gon' eat off my big homeboy
We set it off!
We set it off! West coast
Artist: Snoop Dogg Album: Tha Last Meal Song: Snoop Dogg Typed by: d_raw@hotmail.com [Intro: repeat 2X] S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-gi-zee D-O-double-gi-zee, D-O-double-gi-zee! [Snoop talks over Intro] Izzle kizzle, fo' schizzle My nizzle, what you sizzle? Fo' schizzle bizzle, ha ha [Snoop Dogg] Me and my partner, in my Impala Poppin our collars, tossin up dollars A truck on the side of with hoes that wanna follow Bet a hundred dollars that they all wanna swallow Doggy Doggfather I do it to you real hard then it gets harder It's nada - thang on mine, I bang on mine I smoke an ounce and bounce at the same time It's off the limbo with Timbo, you motherfuckin bimbo So quit knockin at my window, you nympho-maniac bring it back, now shake it up Put it on the table, now break it up Give it to me, now put a lighter on the end of it It really don't matter what you spent on it As long as you're gettin what you paid for That's what it made for, ain't that what you stayed for? [Chorus] Who's that dippin' in the Cadillac? (Snoop Dogg) Smoke 'til your eyes get cataracts (Snoop Dogg) Who got a girl layin on her back? (Snoop Dogg) Who's that makin that paper stack? (Snoop Dogg) [Snoop Dogg] You play me and I'll play you You pay me and I'll pay you Hold on boo, you got the game all wrong This ain't yo' thang, this my song Move on, we in the club at the Shark Bar Valeted my keys and park my car No snap shots cause I might get popped As I slide by security, givin 'em props (whattup, whattup) First thing I do, when I get in Let me take you back to when I first slid in Grab my gi-din, get my pid-in Put my bid in, no bullshittin (no bullshittin) We be sittin, in the corner With smoke comin' from up under us like we sittin in the sauna Burnin up the charts (burnin up the charts) Break a bitch heart, lil' mama don't you start [Chorus] [Interlude: repeat 2X] S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-gi-zee D-O-double-gi-zee, D-O-double-gi-zee! [Snoop Dogg] Tick tock, the ice on my watch Slap me 'cross the face around two o'clock But the party don't stop till we blow up (ka-boom!) Now every lil' bitch wanna show up Manuev'in to this, groovin to this Dippin to this, flippin to this, trippin to this Ain't no skippin to this, trust this Bust this, it's too hot to touch this (ahh!) He say, she say, I say no way Don't need foreplay, okay, obey everything that I say.. And every day'll be like a holiday I put you in the front seat of my car And roll you 'round town like a superstar Recline your seat and turn up the beat Number one with a bullet, rollin down the motherfuckin backstreets [Chorus] - repeat 2X (Timbaland making vocal scratches to fade)
Artist: Snoop Doggy Dogg w/ Kurupt, Daz, RBX
Album: Doggystyle
Song: Serial Killa
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com
Six million ways to die, choose one
[Kurupt]
It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed
Up or down, right or left, life or death
I see myself in a mist of smoke
Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in work
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz
anybody killa, you know what the deal is
Nigga, you know what the real is
[Daz]
I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin me down
Sayin, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound?
Is that nigga Snoop alright? Aiyyo what's up with the crew?
Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through?"
I said, "If you ain't up on thangs..
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game"
It's like this they don't understand
It's an everyday thang, to gangbang
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggaz know
What's up witchu I represent the Pound and Death Row
And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach
and Compton and Watts see D-O-G's
Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't
see long to the G of the gang
One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest
{Pump pump!} Put two slugs dead in your chest
Now you dead then a motherfucker creepin and sleepin
6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is
[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X)
[Snoop]
The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue
Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew
Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do
Leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh
Don't make a move for your gat so soon cuz
I drops bombs like Platoon (ay nigga)
Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you
(I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension
And when you do, that's when the mission
or survival, becomes your every thought
Keep your eyes open, cuz you don't wanna be caught
Half steppin with your weapon on safety
Now break yourself motherfucker, 'fore you make me
take this 211 to another level
I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil
Now roam through the depths of hell
Where the rest your busta ass homeboys dwell
Well...
[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X)
Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name?
[RBX] Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa
("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..")
[RBX]
Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this!
Let's picnic inside a morgue
Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets
And I got the machine, that cracks your fuckin chest plates
open and release them guts
Then I release def cuts
Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneck
Now everybody scream nuff respect to the X
Nuff respect given
Disrespect and you will not be livin
Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma
[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X)
Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name
Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa
("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..")
Artist: Snoop Dogg f/ KoKane Album: The Last Meal Song: Stacey Adams Typed by: shayla10@hotmail.com Yeah A little something for all the O.G.s out there That put the foundation together Was doin' this thang Before I knew what to do with this thang right here Ya know But just to let them know what time it is And how we get down Me, Kokane, and Battlecat Gone let y'all know how we do this thang here Check this out y'all We stay on point like Stacey Adams 24 hours a day,7 days a week, can ya dig it? That's real talk baby You know what We stay on point like Stacey Adams That's real talk right there baby (Stacey Adams) Verse 1: I'm in a 3 piece suit Looking too cute Mashin' flashin' Lookin' for a prostitute Boo boo, you got that loot I'm watchin' you, you watchin' me It's all to the gravy cuz it's V.I.P And everythang in here movin' belong to me That component set, was given to me By a pimp buddy of mine Disco D. He told me, Frisco E. This here gone be The baddest pimp nigga that you ever gone see Colder than Fillmore Slim Tilt that brim Snoop Dogg gone sell that trick Keep it crackin' like pistachios Get that money And continue to mash these hoes And when the Player's Ball roll around again I'm guaranteed to win You know why? Cuz we Chorus: We stay on point like Stacey Adams 24 hours a day, 7 days a week Yea, yea You know why? We stay on point like Stacey Adams You know that's all we know how to do (Stacey Adams) Gee'd up to the feet up Verse 2: Not only that but uhh Make it spectacular Put on my black cape And look like Blackula Smack ya up with the shit that I drop 911, call the cops There's a bitch, snitch Ain't that a bitch I can't trust nobody in this sonofabitch I get rich on the fakers who hate Bakin' my cake And catch the Lakers at 8 On channel 9 Pop a bottle of wine Then at 10 hit the club With my nephew Dub 11:30, talkin' dirty to this little birdy I'm trying to get mine early I can't be seen with your girly Continue to mash these hoes I keep it crackin' like pistachios I get the money first With no rehearsal Snoop D-O double G Still controversial Aahhh Chorus 3x
Artist: Snoop Dogg f/ KoKane
Album: Tha Last Meal
Song: True Lies
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com
{*cameras flashing, Snoop interviewing Bill Clinton*}
Yo, hold on hold on hold on hold on
Stop the cameras, stop the press stop the press
Now Bill, this yo' nigga, Snoop Dogg
Now answer me this - did you fuck that bitch or what?
[Bill Clinton]
That's actually, not the first time that question's been asked; but
since, I believe, and I think any person - reasonable person would
believe, that that is not covered, in the definition of sexual
relations I was given - ahh - I'm not going to answer it except to
refer to my statement. I had intimate, contact with her that was
inappropriate - I do not believe any of the contacts I had with
her violated the definition I was given; therefore I believe I
did not, do anything but testify truthfully on these matters.
[Chorus One: KoKane]
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes?
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie..
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes?
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie..
[Chorus Two: Snoop Dogg]
Lies, lies, stories and alibis
Big Mac in the land of the small fries
Everyone lies and tries to get by
Some of us drink while most just get high
[Snoop Dogg]
You tryin to cover up the holes in your sneakers
You need to put your motherfuckin face to the speakers (ba-bom, ba-bom)
And quit tryin to run from it (holla holla at me)
and c'mere, you big dummy (dumb ass nigga)
Don't you know you can't run from the Dizzogg
I'm down with (?)za, the long arm of the lizzaw
Y'all, niggaz know what's happening you turn your back again
and I'm bound to get it crack-a-lin I'm back again
And everybody happy for me - ain't that the truth?
That's a motherfuckin lie (fuck that fool)
Black folks stick together til we die, hmm
That'll be the day..
[Chorus One]
[Snoop Dogg]
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Smoke so much dope they call me Snoopy Pryor (well God damn!)
Which way is up I'm tryin to get higher
I won't stop puffin til I re-tire
My bitches, my niggaz, they off the wire
They love-ly, they love me, call me Sire
Movie star bitches the ones you desire
Angela Bassett, Tyra, Mariah, the flyest, the flyer
See most bitches like fuckin with a rider
Slider, to the sider, invite her
to a gangsta, party, provider {*laughing*}
with a lot of meat by-products (mm)
And beat the puddy-pot and got up
She licked the dick from the top to the bottom
{*woo woo woo woo*} (That's a bad bitch!)
Then she grabbed me by my nuts, and said "Hmm I got 'em!"
[Chorus One]
[Chorus Two]
{*KoKane scats and ad libs to the music*}
[KoKane]
Ah what's the use of the truth
if you can't tell a lie sometimes?
Artist: Snoop Dogg f/ Bad Azz, KoKane
Album: Tha Last Meal
Song: Wrong Idea
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com
[Snoop]
Whassup nephew?
Sittin here choppin game, my nigga Bad Azz
Niggaz get the misconception of us
cause we so cold at what we do
But I really wanna let niggaz know what's happenin though
You feel me?
[Chorus: KoKane, Snoop]
[K] Now I don't want anybody
to get the wrong idea about me
I don't have nothin to hide
I want the world to see..
[S] I'm a gangsta gangsta
Gangsta niggaz do your dance
(C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah)
Gangsta bitches wave yo' hands
[Bad Azz]
See me, I'm bout my money my paper I'm bout my dollars
Poppin collars with this mac and this slack and these two revolvers
See we smoke and go (?) cause the bitch ain't never shit to me
and pussy stay sellin, so I never let it get to me
The shit to me is simple, it relies on credentials
We credible individuals, ahead of you we original
Better known as criminals, thuggin off on the stereo
Killin 'em on the radio, some of them wanna hate me though
Fuck 'em cause they can't see me doe and here we go again
The jealousy took me over success, just keep you slower
While, you get nothin, we keep gettin more
Pump pump the jam up, drop drop the top
Hit hit the switch and smash down the block
And oh yeah this Long Beach so you know when you see a nigga
And don't never get the wrong idea nigga
(Yeah, nigga what?) Holla at 'em
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
I keep my khakis creased, hat tilted to the East
On a bitch I remain the beast, none the least
Police try to cuff me and stuff me in the back
of they patrol car, cause I'm a former parole star
With the cool name, this nigga here's a fool mayn
Go on and do yo' thang, gang-bang
in the hood and in Hollywood
Record company executives think it's all to the good
Get to showin me around they house, then he slide me in the back
and had the nerve to try to buy me out, check this out mayn
I'm down with P, and D-R-E
A real nigga from the motherfuckin L.B.C.
I just look like this, I stay down for the twist
I'm real with this, deep as abyss
I gave you a pound, then I gave yo' wife a kiss
I had to dip cause y'all was full of that bullsheeit
[Chorus] - 3X
{*singing ad libs by KoKane to fade*}
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Artist: Wu-Tang Clan f/ Snoop Dogg Album: The W Song: Conditioner Typed by: obi1one@hotmail.com [ODB + Snoop] Yeah Huh, huh Yeah Fo' sho', fo' sho', you know that... Knowhatimsayin, tired of takin motherfuckin bullets for niggas and shit Knowhatimsayin? I feel you my nigga Catchin 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that I'm diggin it Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up Knowhatimsayin? Yeah, MC Conditioner, yeah, knowhatimsayin? Tired of takin motherfucking bullets for niggas and shit Catchin 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that I'm diggin it Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up Knowhatimsayin ? [ODB: HOOK] MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur... [4X] [Snoop] Yeah, yeah Wu-Tang Clan Big Snoop D O double G Somethin for the 2000 [ODB] Your mama name Peter, papa name Cita Fuck that nigga, when it come to the heater Be the elevator, pussy eater Too desperator, got shot, a hibernator Hit a nigga later, he got to vacate 'em Old Dirty corporata, splash, I'm up on the punanny flash Bad gas, Macintosh, the light is red Pee in the bed, I'm frustrated For 29 years, no educated High caded, cuz you kept it checkmated What a waste, I'm up in yo' face like what All you niggas I'm puttin you in your place HOOK [with Snoop's "say what" at end of amateur...] [Snoop] Mr. No-Meaner, pussy ho-beater I keep fo' heaters when I'm dippin with my vita Suckers they wanna beat us, join us but we don't need 'em Pump 'em and defeat 'em, dump 'em, and delete 'em This negro right here pimps hoes I smoke so much dope I have ya bloody at the nose Since my buddy at these hoes wit a bud like a rose It just so happens I'm the nigga that she chose I flows above the rest, mos' def' Got you shakin yo' ass, and you throwin up yo' set Whatever you do, you keepin it true Big Dogg and ODB, I thought you knew Oooh, the Wu, is back up in this motherfucker Oooh, and Snoop, is burnin rubber on these suckers It's a dog day afternoon The Clan go bang, and the bang go boom How you love it, how you like it, and how you get it Do that damn thing and quit buillshittin wit it MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy is a amateur (say what) MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur HOOK [Snoop] yeah, yeah... [BEAT SWITCH] [Gza] Yeah, pump that shit, testin Check, 1,2, yes, yes, yes Yes, yes y'all, to my niggas y'all To my click y'all, you can't quit y'all Wu-Tang bangin' that dope shit y'all That make you wanna roll up and smoke shit y'all To the beat y'all, you can't sleep y'all On my flow y'all niggas don't know y'all You see my style calm but wild You witness the rhyme, nothin but dimes The eightball murder verse, freestyle or rehearsed I wreck emcees whether I'm last or first What, what, what, what, hazardous dart Visual long forgotten art That fell apart, til the blood ran from the heart Pump through the street, Rza make re-break beats Packed seats, rapid fire raps at off track meets And an arm tank, high rank, heavy metal shank Blow 'em off the plank when they ships approach the bank Wu niggas rollin, throwin the first rap slogan Heroes of Hogan, shot up the military clothin' Quickly blow up, rolled up in rappers like pennies My brother stack tracks on the behalf of many With the wisdom, power of, science from experts Self applyin, that put giants in the network The compact disc and televised live cults Will multiply our strength, on a worldwide note Yes, what, what [Deck] Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop You keep on, til the break o dawn Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't stop Ah Wu-Tang known to make your body rock
WU-TANG CLAN LYRICS - I Can't Go to Sleep
WU-TANG CLAN LYRICS
"I Can't Go to Sleep"
[Ghostface Killah]
Technique is ill son, watch how I spill one
Peace to Biggie Tupac Big L and Big Pun
Havoc on the streets of Staten, snitches
House niggaz children watch as they produce the same pattern
Somebody raped our women, murdered our babies
Hit us with the cracks and guns in the early 80's
FOR THOSE THAT MURDERED ME SHALL STAND BEFORE GOD
TO FALL AT THE HANDS OF FATE, THEN OUT COMES THE ROD
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back,
bring it back, bring it back.. [*record run backwards*]
What the fuck is goin on? I can't go to sleep
Feds jumpin out they jeeps, I can't go to sleep
Babies with flies on the cheeks, it's hard to go to sleep
Ish bowled two sixes twice, I couldn't go to sleep
Aiyyo we deep in the stairs, we carry (?) guns
(?) got, hit up with the big shit, bam-bam
Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leak spot
So past y'all niggaz again, you took a cheap shot
Not knowin FUCKIN WITH ME, you get your meat chopped
YOU THOUGHT WE FELL ON OUR FACE? YOU NEED TO BE STOPPED
CALL ON THE CHARIOTS, CALL ON AN AMBULANCE
YOU BETTER SMILE MY NIGGA, YOU ON CANDID CAM
Gangsta broad, these be the laws, walk with big balls
Nigga motherfuckin eunuch, I even take which was yours
I'm the nigga that made you man
When your rap wasn't doin well, I'm the nigga that gave you a
hand!
[Isaac Hayes]
Don't kill your brother, let's love each other
Don't get mad.. cause it ain't that bad
Just be who you are.. you've come so far
It's in your hands, just be a man
Get the jelly out your spine!
Cobwebs, out of your mind
[RZA]
I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes
They shot the father of his moms, killed him seven times
They shot Malcolm in the chest front of his little seeds
Jesse watched, as they shot King on the balcony
They spat at Marcus, Garvey cause he tried to spark us
with the knowledge of ourselves, and our forefathers
Ohh Jacqueline you heard the rifle shots cracklin
Her husband head in her hair, you tried to put it back in
AMERICA'S WATCHIN, BLOOD STAINED INK BLOTCHES
MEDGAR TOOK ONE TO THE SKULL FOR INTERGRATING COLLEGE
WHAT'S THE SCIENCE? SOMEBODY? THIS IS TRICK KNOWLEDGE
THEY TRY TO KEEP US ENSLAVED AND STILL SCRAPE FOR DOLLARS
Walkin through Park Hill, drunk as a +FUCK+
Lookin around like, these +DEVILS+, I'm ready to break this
world down
They got me trapped up in a metal gate, just stressed out with
hate
And just, give me no time to relax, and use my mind to
meditate
What should I do? Grab a blunt or a brew?
Grab a two-two and run out there AND PUT THIS FUCKIN VIOLENCE
IN YOU?
I can't go to sleep, I can't shut 'em son.. I..
[Isaac Hayes - overlapping RZA at the end]
Don't like the game, nigga use your head
You should be callin the shots instead
The power is in your hands..
Stop all this cryin, and be a man
WU-TANG CLAN LYRICS - Jah World
WU-TANG CLAN LYRICS
"Jah World"
[Junior Reid]
Him speaketh in tongues into the hearts of all flesh
Yeah stanyoi
Whoi
[Ghostface Killah]
Oh God, I beg for forgiveness
So help me Lord, yes I beg for forgiveness
Deep in my heart, please, I'm crying for forgiveness
Allah you Akhbar, I fall to my knees for forgiveness
Branded by the steel iron, bullets flying
Ladies being hit through wickedness, I'm losing my grip
I thought we lived by the books, The Bible, Koran
We pick cotton, my back is still hot and dark and
They threw burners in our babies' faces
Pale hands that looked scary touched our bodies in the
strangest places
Sweat from the white man's head
Fell on our daughters as she cried, giving white man head,
almighty
Alrighty, niggaz is screwing
God won't you tell me why these ho niggaz is screwing?
I'm sorry father, sacrifice me, leave me wife
Sacrifice me twice, so my kids can see paradise...
[Junior Reid]
So we heed our god king sellasie I, jah rastafari
who is seated in zion and reigneth in all
In the hearts of all flesh
Whoa wow
Let my task oh jah with them that strive with me
Fight against them Whoa wow that fight against me
Whoa wow
Take hold thy shield and rock and stand up for my health
Oh jah, oh jah, only you can comfort me
La la la, la la la la la, la la la la
La la la whoi stand out
[RZA]
Curse to the wicked snakes who try to snatch the truth away
Cursed be the ones who try to take our youth away
Peace to the black, the brown, the red, yellow, and white seed
We don't discriminate man over color/creed
They tried to snatch up our beats, son, and steal our culture
and German Catholics, whitewashing Roman sculptures
How dare you try to deny Allah's intelligence?
Kidnap the truth, and destroying the black evidence
[Junior Reid]
Glory be to the father
Glory be to the son (Glory be to the holy one)
Glory be to the holy one
The holder of creation whoi
As jah was in the beginning is now and forever shall be
Jah world
Jah world without end whoi
So we heed our god king sellassie I, jahova god, jah rastafari
Who is seated in zion and reigneth in the hearts of
In the hearts of all flesh whoi
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