Good Luv - Lyrics - The Show, The After Party, The Hotel - Jodeci

Title: Good Luv
Album: The Show, The After Party, The Hotel
Artist: Jodeci
Composer(s): Donald Degrate

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Lyric:
You know we gonna flip it just a little bit for y'all
You know what I'm sayin', so mighty different
You know, you know, you know, you know
You know, you know, you, you know, yeah

In the morning when I open up my eyes
I still be feelin' high from the love you gave last night girl
But I still try to get up with my friends
But they just think I'm crazy you're no more, do I fit in girl

But they always been around, smokin' all day
But I just get a hit or two but I just don't feel the same girl
No, no, I know that I'll be needing you any day
There's only one thing I have to say

You give good luv in the morning or late at night
Every second to minute it gets me high
Good luv in the morning or late at night
It's amazing how our love could feel so right

I guess it's just a habit, I feel I have to have it
Every time I see it girl you know I wanna grab it
And yes I do admit it, nothing can get with it
When it comes to feeling good, your love is so addictive

Yes I do get my drink on and I do have my fun
When it comes to love, I gotta get some of your good luv
So I turn to you 'cause no one else can do what you do
Girl you're so good

You give good luv in the morning or late at night
Every second to minute it gets me high
Good luv in the morning or late at night
It's amazing how our love could feel so right

I need your love girl 'cause when I'm not with you
I'm just feelin' for the things you do
I'm in my own world 'cause girl I'm crazy for you
'Cause your love is always true

You give good luv, you give good luv, you give good luv
And that's all I do 'cause I'm strung out on you

You give good luv in the morning or late at night
Every second to minute it gets me high
Good luv in the morning or late at night
It's amazing how our love could feel so right

Good luv in the morning or late at night
Every second to minute it gets me high
Good luv in the morning or late at night
It's amazing how our love could feel so right

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Higher Ground - Lyrics - Miss E ...So Addictive - Missy Elliott

Title: Higher Ground
Album: Miss E ...So Addictive
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Kimberly Burrell, Timothy Z Mosley, Craig Brockman, Melissa A Elliott

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Lyric:
I'm moving on can't nothing stop me now
I'm pressing on to higher ground
Each step I take is the new dawning of
A brand new day for higher ground

Obstacles and situations, people, places and things
I must overcome for there's a battle to be won
With my mind set on higher things
These things have become my footstool
I'm determined to reach my goal I need peace for my soul, oh

I'm moving on can't nothing stop me now
I'm pressing on to higher ground
Each step I take is the new dawning of
A brand new day for higher ground

I'm pressing on the upward way
Brand new heights I'm gaining everyday
No higher place that I really have found
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground
Forgetting what is already behind me
I'm moving forward for what's ahead

I'm moving on can't nothing stop me now
I'm pressing on to higher ground
Each step I take is the new dawning of
A brand new day for higher ground

The race is not given to the swift
Nor the battle to the strong
But it's to the one that endureth
But we gotta stand strong and fight on

Sometimes you feel like your foot might slip
'Cause there's too much going on
Just realize your goal is greater than your struggle
Hold on and be strong

I'm moving on can't nothing stop me now
I'm pressing on to higher ground
Each step I take is the new dawning of
A brand new day for higher ground

I'm moving on can't nothing stop me now
I'm pressing on to higher ground
Each step I take is the new dawning of
A brand new day for higher ground

Be strong and fight on but by all means keep moving on
I'm a witness, I'm a witness
For Jesus, nobody but Jesus
When I was down and no one was there
He picked me up and He carried me, He carried me

I'm a witness, I'm a witness
For Jesus, nobody but Jesus
When I was down and no one was there
He picked me up and He carried me, He carried me

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Love'S Gonna Get'Cha (Material Love) - Lyrics - A Retrospective - Krs One

Title: Love'S Gonna Get'Cha (Material Love)
Album: A Retrospective
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Antoinette Colandreo

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Lyric:
You know, that's why man I've been telling
You all the time man, you know love
That word love is a very serious thing
And if you don't watch out, I tell ya that
(Love's gonna get you)
(Love's gonna get you)

Because a lot of people out here say
I love my car or I love my chain or or
I'm just in love with that girl over there

So far all the people out there
That fall in love with material items
We gonna bump the beat
A lil' something like this

I'm in junior high with a B plus grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I walk from school to my mom's apartment
I gotta tell the suckers everyday, "Don't start it"

'Cause where I'm at if your soft your lost
To say on course means to roll with force
A boy named Rob is chillin' in a Benz
In front of my building with the rest of his friends

I give him a pound, oh, I mean I shake his hand
He's the neighborhood drug dealer, my man
I go upstair and hug my mother
Kiss my sister, and punch my brother

I sit down on my bed to watch some TV
Do my ears deceive me?
Nope, that's the fourth time this week
Another fast brother shot dead in the street

The very next day while I'm off to class
My mom goes to work cold busting her ass
My sisters cute but she got no gear
I got three pairs of pants and with my brother I share

See there in school, see I'm made a fool
With one and a half pair of pant, you ain't cool
But there's no dollars for nothing else
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf

Every day I see my mother struggling
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin'
I look for work, I get dissed like a jerk
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob

So here comes Rob, he's cold and shivery
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery
I do it once, I do it twice
Now there's steak with the beans and rice

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal
My sister's gear now has sex appeal
My brother's my partner and we're getting paper
Three months later we run our own caper

My family's happy everything is new
Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?
That's why
(Love's gonna get you)
(Love's gonna get you)
(Love's gonna get you)

You fall in love with your chain
You fall in love with your car
Love's gonna sneak right up and snuff you from behind
So I want you to check the story out as we go down the line

Money's flowing, everything is fine
Got myself an Uzi and my brother a nine
Business is boomin', everything is cool
I pull about a G a week, fuck school

A year goes by and I begin to grow
Not in height but juice and cash flow
I pick up my feet and begin to watch TV
'Cause now I got other people working for me

I got a 55 inch television you know
And every once in awhile I hear 'Just say no'
Or the other commercial I love
Is when they say, this is your brain on drugs

I pick up my remote control and just turn
'Cause with that bullshit I'm not concerned
See me and my brother jump in the BM
Driving around our territory again

I stop at the light like a superstar
And automatic weapons cold sprayed my car
I hit the accelerator scared as shit
And drove one block to find my brother was hit
He wasn't dead but the blood was pouring
And all I could think about was war and

Later I found that it was Rob and his crew
Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?
You know that's why
(Love's gonna get you)
(Love's gonna get you)
(Love's gonna get you)

That word love is very very serious
Very addictive, my brothers out of it
But I'm still in it
On top of that I'm in it to win it

I can't believe that Rob would diss me
That faggot, that punk, he's soft a sissy
I'm driving around now with three of my guys
The war is on and I'm on the rise

We rolled right up to his favorite hang out
Said, "Hello", and then the bullets rang out
Some fired back so we took cover
And all I could think about was my brother

Rob jumped up and began to run
Busting shots hoping to hit someone
So I just stopped, and let off three shots
Two hit him and one hit a cop

I threw the gun down and began to shout
"Come on I got him, it's time to break out"
But as we ran there were the boys in blue
Pointing their guns at my four man crew

They shot down one, they shot down two
Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?
(Love's gonna get you)
(Love's gonna get you)
(Love's gonna get you)

You know a lot of people believe
That that word love is real soft
But when you use it in your vocabulary
Like your addicted to it, it sneaks right up
And takes you right out

So, for future reference remember
It's alright to like or want a material item
But when you fall in love with it
And you start scheming and carryin' on for it
Just remember, it's gonna get'cha

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One Minute Man - Lyrics - Miss E ...So Addictive - Missy Elliott

Title: One Minute Man
Album: Miss E ...So Addictive
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Melissa Elliott, Christopher Bridges, Timothy Z Mosley, David Pomeranz

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Lyric:
Ooh, I don?t want, I don?t need
I can?t stand no minute man
I don?t want no minute man
Ooh, here?s your chance be a man
Take my hand understand
I don?t want no minute man

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

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

Tonight I'ma give it to you, throw it to you
I want you to come prepared, oh yeah
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

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

Yeah, 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

Ooh, I don?t want, I don?t need
I can?t stand no minute man
I don?t want no minute man
Ooh, 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, break me off, show me what you got
Break me off, break, break me off

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Ophelia - Lyrics - Live In Concert - Natalie Merchant

Title: Ophelia
Album: Live In Concert
Artist: Natalie Merchant
Composer(s): Natalie Merchant

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Lyric:
Ophelia was a bride of God
A novice Carmelite
In sister cells the cloister bells
Tolled on her wedding night

Ophelia was the rebel girl
A blue stocking suffragette
Who remedied society
Between her cigarettes

And Ophelia was the sweetheart
To a nation overnight
Curvaceous thighs, vivacious eyes
Love was at first sight, love was at first sight
Love

Ophelia was a demi-goddess
In pre-war babylon
So statuesque a silhouette
In black satin evening gowns

Ophelia was the mistress to
A vegas gambling man
Signora Ophelia Maraschino
Mafia courtesan

Ophelia was the circus queen
The female cannonball
Projected through five flaming hoops
To wild and shocked applause
To wild and shocked applause

Ophelia was a tempest cyclone
A goddamn hurricane
Your common sense, your best defense
They wasted and in vain

For Ophelia'd know your every woe
And every pain you'd ever had
She'd sympathize and dry your eyes
Help you to forget, and help you to forget
And help you to forget

Ophelia's mind went wandering
You'd wonder where she goes
Through secret doors down corridors
She wanders there alone, all alone

Es kostet mich keine kleine krise die verunreinigung und das
Es kostet mich keine kleine Krise die Verunreinigung und das
Suechtige aus meinem Leben auszuschliessen
But it is for me no little effort to exclude
The polluting and the addictive from my life

Compondo musica en un estado de ecstases
Composing music in a state of ecstasy
Fuerza de vida, de vida
Strength of life, of life
Mein Vater ist ein Architekt
My father is an architect

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Sick 'N' Tired - Lyrics - A Little Deeper - Ms. Dynamite

Title: Sick 'N' Tired
Album: A Little Deeper
Artist: Ms. Dynamite
Composer(s): Michael R Harper, Niomi Maclean Daley

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Lyric:
'Cuz when a woman's fed up
Well, well, well

Must of thought that we'd always be together
Most of thought I'd be here no matter the whether
Must of thought I'd b having your madness forever
You thought wrong

Must of thought that I'd sit and take your shit
Must of thought that I'd never make the split
Must of thought that you was so addictive
You thought wrong

I just can't be that girl that don't care
If you're out takin' my love, to anyone, anywhere
I just can't be that chick that's gonna share, no, no
And if she don't mind, that's her business
Nigga, better take it there

'Cuz I'm sick 'n tired of the talkin'
Sick 'n tired of repeating myself
And just cheatin' myself
Sick 'n tired of the way that you play
Shit, you say, bullshit you portray

So I'll be on my way, boom, bye bye
You can kiss this kitty-kitty, boom, bye bye
Nigga, it's a pity but it's, boom, bye bye,
You can kiss this kitty-kitty, boom, bye bye, nice try

Must of thought that I'd be your foolish chick
Mus of thought I was the type you used to deal with
Must of thought that I'd turn a blind eye and take it
You thought wrong

Must of thought that you could cheat this
Must of thought that you was my completeness
Must of thought that my kindness was weakness
You thought wrong

I Just, that girl, that's cool with my nigga
Playin' around while I sit and play the fool
My self respect won't let me change the rules
And if she don't mind that's her business
Then my brotha, she the one for you

'Cuz I'm sick 'n tired of the talkin'
Sick 'n tired of repeating myself
And just cheatin' myself
Sick 'n tired of the way that you play
Shit, you say, bullshit you portray

So I'll be on my way, boom, bye bye
You can kiss this kitty-kitty, boom, bye bye
Nigga, it's a pity but it's, boom, bye bye,
You can kiss this kitty-kitty, boom, bye bye, nice try

Never know, what ya got 'til it's gone
Brother, you should of never do me wrong
'Cuz now we're through
The best thing that ever happened to you

All the lies, cheats ya tried
I'm 'bout to fly, I'm 'bout to say, "Bye, bye"
'Cuz now it's clear to me
That I'm just too much woman for you

'Cuz I'm sick 'n tired of the talkin'
Sick 'n tired of repeating myself
And just cheatin' myself
Sick 'n tired of the way that you play
Shit, you say, bullshit you portray

So I'll be on my way, boom, bye bye
You can kiss this kitty-kitty, boom, bye bye
Nigga, it's a pity but it's, boom, bye bye,
You can kiss this kitty-kitty, boom, bye bye, nice try

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... So Addictive - Lyrics - Miss E ...So Addictive - Missy Elliott

Title: ... So Addictive
Album: Miss E ...So Addictive
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Craig Brockman, Melissa A Elliott

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Lyric:
I know some of y'all sick of songs
Y'all be hearin' on the radio
So me and Timbaland gon' give that shit
You never heard before

It's like drinkin' liquor or weed
Or X, whatever does you the best
My beats are so addictive

C'mon get krunk with me
See if you're ridin' down the street
And you're 'bout to roll that shit up

You don't need drugs or weed
Oh, nah, you ain't smokin' that stank shit up in my car
Get your feet off my dashboard

C'mon get krunk with me
Oh, yeah, you wanna get krunk though?
Well pop this CD in right here and take a hit of me
'Coz my album is so addictive
Man, bump this ballad shit

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Step Off - Lyrics - Miss E ...So Addictive - Missy Elliott

Title: Step Off
Album: Miss E ...So Addictive
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott

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Lyric:
I know your not my man
That you belong to someone else
Now come on in, an shut the door
I make sure you enjoy yourself
If you give me a try, before you deny
I'm still in love wit you
Or maybe obsessed wit you

We don't make love no more
We don't kiss and we hug like we used to, used to
But I'm still in love with you
Wait, wait a minute
Now if I drive by your house
And see some bitch in your bed, under the spreads
Giving you head, then I'm gonna turn it out

I'm the only one who keep you satisfied
And though were not together I remember what you like
So tell them chicks to step off 'cause I fill your appetite
I'm the only women who gonna do it like you like

What part don't you get?
Even though I'm not your girl anymore
And you don't want me no more
I deserve to know who you sleepin' with
Is she better then me?
Do she cook, do she clean?
Do she sew, do she sting?
Can she do these things?
'Cause I

I'm the only one who keep you satisfied
And though were not together I remember what you like
So tell them chicks to step off 'cause I fill your appetite
I'm the only women who gonna do it like you like

I still love ya baby
Makes no difference to me
And I still wantcha baby
Want to be the one you need
The one you call on
'Cause I'm the only one that makes you feel good
Sing it to me

I'm the only one who keep you satisfied
And though were not together I remember what you like
So tell them chicks to step off 'cause I fill your appetite
I'm the only women who gonna do it like you like

I'm the only one who keep you satisfied
And though were not together I remember what you like
So tell them chicks to step off 'cause I fill your appetite
I'm the only women who gonna do it like you like

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Race Against Time Ii - Lyrics - Blood In My Eye - Ja Rule

Title: Race Against Time Ii
Album: Blood In My Eye
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Robert Mays, Jeffrey Atkins, Irv Gotti

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, uh huh
Race against time, ha part two
You know, ha ha, uh, c'mon
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha ha
Nothin' like the future

Guess who's back to personify money, power, and bitches
But when bitches been gettin' money, that's when shit get ridiculous
I'm hittin' switches like six fo's, bouncin' and leanin'
The West coast seemin, keep the fo' fo' demon

And the rock's all stashed up
Roll up a little diesel, keep it hashed up
Then 'Holla, holla' at the whores, is hollerin' back
Let 'em know a few facts like if your ridin', your back's slidin'

This is the 'Race Against Time' and I ain't got time to waste
To give chase, I put a hole in your fitted
Put your head to the barrel like DJ's a spin it
Backward, to blow off the backwood, I'm so hood

But what's really hood, when you ain't doin' your hood
No motherfuckin' good, and bein' misunderstood
I would die if I could, Rule the lion
And I'ma keep 'Ri-da-da-da-da-in'

Race against time, I can't stop
Runnin' through the red light livin' my life
Even if I'm gettin' too hot
Still I can't stop 'Ri-da-da-da-din'

Race against time, I can't stop
Runnin' through the red light livin' my life
Even if I'm gettin' too hot
Still I can't stop 'Ri-da-da-da-din'

Bless the day that the God was born two
Twenty-nine, seventy-six when cocaine was heavily mixed
And all the niggaz had a fixation for bad reputation
For pimpin' hoes, and shootin' fo', to bring the free basin

If this is time erasin', the devil is runnin' like Betties
And got his guns out lookin' for ways to behead us
You can die in a matter of seconds, so I'ma slow it down
Turn back the hands of time with the .40 Cal

Claimin' your style is 'Guerrilla'
So I'ma define the meanin' of 'Murder', it's killer
You outta your mind, the burner's designed for the fill up
No gas, and when I spits like acid

Smoke reefer, blow ether, spit ashes
'Cause young Rule is in his prime like 'Clay Cassius'
Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed with love and passion
For when I die niggaz keep 'Ri-da-da-da-din'

Race against time, I can't stop
Runnin' through the red light livin' my life
Even if I'm gettin' too hot
Still I can't stop 'Ri-da-da-da-din'

Race against time, I can't stop
Runnin' through the red light livin' my life
Even if I'm gettin' too hot
Still I can't stop 'Ri-da-da-da-din'

If Jesus Christ was criticized, then why not me
What the fuck am I special? I struck a deal with the devil
Ha ha, if a kid a prophet, which one seem like its logic
Me in church, or me in bed with bitches menagen

I can chase like sergeant, addictive like heroin
Outsiders just lookin' in, through a barrel that's pinned to the peep hole
They seein' all or nothin' like Jazz from Clisco
Hit 'em up and let's go

Jump over the threshold I just got married
To bangin' pistol, drugs and other shit
Fell in love with a bitch that I call Crime
She reminded me that nobody can beat time
If you get enough of it nigga

So I looked her dead in her eyes and pulled the trigger
Thinkin' that the music and film would be somethin' different
But this the same old criminal vibin'
I ain't hidin', I'ma keep 'Ri-da-da-da-din'

Race against time, I can't stop
Runnin' through the red light livin' my life
Even if I'm gettin' too hot
Still I can't stop 'Ri-da-da-da-din'

Race against time, I can't stop
Runnin' through the red light livin' my life
Even if I'm gettin' too hot
Still I can't stop 'Ri-da-da-da-din'

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Take Away - Lyrics - Miss E ...So Addictive - Missy Elliott

Title: Take Away
Album: Miss E ...So Addictive
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott, Craig Brockman

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Lyric:
You're so incredible
Ever since the day we became, we became so personal
Everyday that I spend with you it gets unforgettable
Anything that I did with you, I don't regret at all
(I love everything about you)

Take away, your gold and platinum chains
(And I'm gonna love you baby)
'Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway
(I ain't in it for the cheddar baby)

I'm not in it for, for the love of cash
(Oh no no, you might go broke, but I'm)
'Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last
(Not goin' nowhere, nowhere, nowhere)

Listen, let's make, it national
I want the whole world to know
I'm with you, and I'm in love
Ain't no girl in this world

Can fill your shoes, none not at all
The things you do for me is so unbelievable
And you can take away all the platinum chains

Take away, your gold and platinum chains
'Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway
(I'ma love you anyway, yes I am)

I'm not in it for, for the love of cash
(I'm only in it for the love of you)
'Cause if you go broke I gotta make it last
(I gotta make it last baby)

I just wanna be the perfect match
You don't even have to ask
I just wanna be the perfect match
We become so attached
(We become so attached baby that's all I ask)

I just wanna be the perfect match
You don't even have to ask
I just wanna be the perfect match
We become so attached
(Be the perfect match baby, so attached, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now can you hold me, now can you feel me
Now can you get near me
For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime

Now can you hold me, now can you feel me
Now can you get near me
For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime

Take away, your gold and platinum chains
'Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway
I'm not in it for, for the love of cash
'Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last

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Hands Up In The Air - Lyrics - Slicker Than Your Average - Craig David

Title: Hands Up In The Air
Album: Slicker Than Your Average
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): Craig Ashley David, Mark Hill

Lyric:
Ooh baby, it's all about a party, yeah
An' you wanna get, really wanna get down tonight, down tonight
Yeah, come on, baby
Lemme see those hands up in the air, yeah
Lemme see you bounce tonight

Tonight it's all about a party
Dressin' up to try impress somebody
Hopin' to find yourself a fly shorty
And somebody oh, so beautiful, so right

If you're still feelin' unsure
Then make your way all up onto the dance floor
You should be shakin', what you got that's what you came for
So shut the back door
'Cause no one's trippin', just keep playin' that song

Let me see those hands up in the air
All my fellas bouncin' in the club, let me hear you say, "Yeah"
No, I know, it's nothin' new to raise the roof with your crew
But you can bring it down if you want to

Let me see those hands up in the air
All my ladies shakin' what you got, let me hear you say, "Yeah"
If you wanna jump around, believe that now's the time to get down
Movin' to the crazy sound, I know it feels good to you

You're gonna see a hot girl, a rock girl, lookin' kinda fly
And she knows it very well, kind that you'd be callin' on your cell
Fallin' underneath her spell, so addictive baby, can't you tell?

You need a hot boy, top boy looking kinda fly
Type that makes you feel weak at the knees
Now, if it's for real girl then just let it show
While the beat moves your body, mind and soul

Let me see those hands up in the air
All my fellas bouncin' in the club, let me hear you say, "Yeah"
No, I know, it's nothin' new to raise the roof with your crew
But you can bring it down if you want to

Let me see those hands up in the air
All my ladies shakin' what you got, let me hear you say, "Yeah"
If you wanna jump around, believe that now's the time to get down
Movin' to the crazy sound, I know it feels good to you
What you gonna do

Fool now baby, I gotta just break it on down, yeah, yeah
This one goes out to all my fellas, all my ladies, oh yeah
Now, I know it's kinda easy to raise the roof with your crew, yeah
Alright ooh, but I know it ain't that easy to bring the whole thing down

Let me see those hands up in the air
All my fellas bouncin' in the club, let me hear you say, "Yeah"
No, I know, it's nothin' new to raise the roof with your crew
But you can bring it down if you want to

Let me see those hands up in the air
All my ladies shakin' what you got, let me hear you say, "Yeah"
If you wanna jump around, believe that now's the time to get down
Movin' to the crazy sound, I know it feels good to you
What you gonna do

Let me see those hands up in the air
All my fellas bouncin' in the club, let me hear you say, "Yeah"
No, I know, it's nothin' new to raise the roof with your crew
But you can bring it down if you want to

Let me see those hands up in the air
All my ladies shakin' what you got, let me hear you say, "Yeah"
If you wanna jump around, believe that now's the time to get down
Movin' to the crazy sound, I know it feels good to you
What you gonna do

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Holding On To Love - Lyrics - Bittersweet - Blu Cantrell

Title: Holding On To Love
Album: Bittersweet
Artist: Blu Cantrell
Composer(s): Blu Cantrell Wirlie Morris, Christopher Stewart, Ta

Lyric:
Rearrange
You've changed the way
That I love and the way
That I live my life
Like springtime now
Every day that I wake
Aint the same
As it was before

I feel so safe
Here in your arms
There aint no place I'd rather be
Keep my heart right
Here safe from harm
Don't ever take your love
From me

Your touch reminds me of
Why I keep holding
On to love
And your kiss is the reason
That I know
I'll keep holding on to love

It's crazy how you just came
In my life, right on time
When I needed you most
Addictive, whatever
You gave to me
Is too strong
For me to let go

I feel so safe
Here in your arms
There aint no place I'd rather be
Keep my heart right
Here safe from harm
Don't ever take your love
From me

Your touch reminds me of
Why I keep holding
On to love
And your kiss is the reason
That I know
I'll keep holding on to love

Your touch reminds me
Of our love
Your kiss is the reason
That I'm so strong

Your touch reminds me of
Why I keep holding
On to love
And your kiss is the reason
That I know
I'll keep holding on to love

Rearrange
You've changed the way
That I love and the way
That I live my life
Like springtime now
Every day that I wake
Aint the same
As it was before

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Ultimate Satisfaction - Lyrics - Release Therapy - Ludacris

Title: Ultimate Satisfaction
Album: Release Therapy
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Darion T Crawford, Richard Velonskis, Christopher Bridges, Alle Benassi, Benny Benassi, Shawn T Johnson

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Lyric:
Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction
Satisfaction

Yeah, blow me a shotgun
B-b-blow me a shotgun
B-b-blow me a shotgun
It gives me satisfaction

Can you handle it? 808 bang in the back
With the woofer like boom boom boom boom
With my foot up on the pedal and my hand on my strap
Got the engine like vroom vroom vroom vroom
What's up? You ain't never heard a *** rap like-like this before
I got an addictive flow that'll give you satisfaction

Wanna make you satisfied, even if it kills me
Even if it takes the slower minds, a little bit of time to feel me
Recollect the 15 million I sold or the 30 times I went gold
And if you take 2 puffs of this ***, it'll give you satisfaction

I've sold the most and no one's close, but I'm not meaning to brag
It's different strokes for different folks like Angelina and Brad
Some keep the heat in the stash, put 30 keys in their Jag
And if cops ain't peepin' your tag, you're gonna feel some satisfaction

Pumpin' out albums like Reverend Run is pumpin' out children
Here's another one
So catch me on more 24's than Kiefer Sutherland
I'm bound to be the greatest, I'm determined to win
Until then I can't get no satisfaction

Yeah, blow me a shotgun
B-b-blow me a shotgun
B-b-blow me a shotgun
It gives me satisfaction

I'm the one that went to the gunfight with a knife and won
Left with his *** and left him dead [Incomprehensible] he tried to run
Just because my verse second, don't mean I am not the one
When I'm done, I'm guaranteed to give you satisfaction

I might not be the best in the world but the best the world's ever seen
I'm all been in Georgia's daughter Conde *** king
And when I'm diggin' deep in the spleen
I'ma make her *** and she scream
Baby, get me *** like a Snickers bar, I give her satisfaction

Yes sir, there ain't not other way, so mother*** what you say
Y'all had this spot, we took you off the top like a toupee
Your coast, we kicked and pushed in this Fiasco like Lupe
Back that *** up like Juve 'cause the South
We givin' them satisfaction

Ever since I signed with Luda and them, my chances of losin' are slim
Y'all talk that smack but copycat and do a movie like him
Yes sir, my Mobb got that goodie, as if my group had a gift
We gonna continue to give them a double dose of satisfaction

Yeah, blow me a shotgun
B-b-blow me a shotgun
B-b-blow me a shotgun
It gives me satisfaction

Drop the bomb, when I rhyme, it's TNT
That's why my money long as the line at the DMV
When they askin' who was that that was snappin'
I'm that answer dude, you like Snickers with no nuts no satisfaction

I hustle and flow, I done been by my cheese since I was knee high
*** what you need, hit me, I'ma drop off peaches like I'm T.I.
Earvin Johnson, gimme that rock and magic cap of Shawn Jay
*** sold money for satisfaction

I been the ***, they can't *** with, hot but the flow cold
Flip *** by the boatload, O.G. no see, see me
Get tipped off, getcha no dough
Zip-loc full of *** tow big *** on the hip cocked
Try to play the big shots, get popped with the ***
Don't be the reason they mopped in the floor for
Pay me that satisfaction

Fool for a dollar let me get that pop, man, I need this cream
Where my cake? Give me my candles, I got sweet sixteen
Now the kid with the *** flow got DTP on his necklace
Now Luda, tell them what you think about your invest

Yeah, blow me a shotgun
B-b-blow me a shotgun
B-b-blow me a shotgun
It gives me satisfaction

Yeah, blow me a shotgun
B-b-blow me a shotgun
B-b-blow me a shotgun
It gives me satisfaction

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Whatcha Gon' Do - Lyrics - Miss E ...So Addictive - Missy Elliott

Title: Whatcha Gon' Do
Album: Miss E ...So Addictive
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Mellisa A Elliott, Fela Kuti

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Lyric:
I be dippin' in clubs, girls screamin', "Do you want it Timb?"
Niggaz, playa hatin' sayin', "Who the hell is him?"
I'm in the back, gleamin' from all that virgin gem
Keep a bunch of pretty models surroundin' Timb

I'm over capac'y when it come to makin' them beats
Me and Missy makin' y'all, move y'all feets
Makin' y'all dance and Tango, make y'all legs get weak
That's only 'cause we drop a bunch of heat

That's whatcha gonna expect, comin' from my crew
Bunch of dope beats, and a bunch of dope lyrics too
I know that's too much for you to handle dude
Now ask yourself what

Whatcha gon' do? Whatcha gon' do?
Whatcha gon' do? Whatcha gon' do?
Whatcha gon' do? Whatcha gon' do?
Whatcha gon' do? Whatcha gon' do?

When me come in the spot, dem wannn' jock
Dem nasty boy lookin' around, with big cocks
Them girls be plottin' on how to get the rocks
So I beat that ass to the ground like I'm the cops

Ahh, what they gon' say, ahh, don't wan' play
Rrr, get 'em in the club, ahh, smokin' on hay, hey
Ahh, when I'm in my ride, oh ahh, people walkin' by
Ah ahh, pistol by my side, b-brrr, in case dem wan' try

Whatcha gon' do? Whatcha gon' do?
Whatcha gon' do? Whatcha gon' do?
Whatcha gon' do? Whatcha gon' do?
Whatcha gon' do? Whatcha gon' do?

I be gettin' in girls clothes, make 'em buy my whole wardrobe
Better get all my dough, pluckin' the hair in my nose
It's official I'm a pimp, 'cause my name glows
Even I'm back to the Yugos

Talkin' that junk, you get burried
You don't wanna end up in the cemetary
Me and Timbaland got tracks that will kill you
Anyother hen I got gats that will pell you

Whatcha gon' say, rrr, whatcha gon' do, rrr
When I'm in the club, rrr, comin' for you
I'm just a smooth motherfucker

Whatcha gon' say, rrr, whatcha gon' do, rrr
When I'm in the club, rrr, and comin' for you
I'm just a smooth motherfucker

Whatcha gon' do? Whatcha gon' do?
Whatcha gon' do? Whatcha gon' do?
Whatcha gon' do? Whatcha gon' do?
Whatcha gon' do? Whatcha gon' do?

Whatcha gon' do? Whatcha gon' do?
Whatcha gon' do? Whatcha gon' do?
Whatcha gon' do? Whatcha gon' do?
Whatcha gon' do? Whatcha gon' do?

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X-Tasy - Lyrics - Miss E ...So Addictive - Missy Elliott

Title: X-Tasy
Album: Miss E ...So Addictive
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott, Craig Brockman, Charlene Keys

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Lyric:
Read between the lines
Ecstasy, a place of fulfillment and fantasies
Where your dreams become realities?
Mmm, ecstasy
It enhances your most inner desire
To become more free with your guts and feelin's
E-e-ecstasy

Boy, let me free your mind, let's hook up tonight
Take you on a flight, high, high
Make you warm inside, I won't waste your time
My love is so divine, it feels like I'm on

Ecstasy, I'm willin' to do the things I said I wouldn't do
On ecstasy, the feelin' makes me feel like I'm in love with you

Boy, look into my eyes, I'm so energized
Make it last long time, touch me
Everythin' feels sweet, my body feel your breeze
Up all against me, it feels like I'm on

Ecstasy, I'm willin' to do all the things I said I wouldn't do
On ecstasy, the feelin' makes me feel like I'm in love with you

Oh, it feels like I'm on ecstasy
Everybody jump in and do somethin'
Feel so free, I feel like makin' love to you
So what you wanna do?
Ecstasy, everybody jump in and do somethin'
Feel so free, I feel like makin' love to you
So what you wanna do?

Ecstasy, I'm willin' to do the things I said I wouldn't do
On ecstasy, the feelin' makes me feel like I'm in love with you

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Love'S Gonna Get'Cha - Lyrics - Boogie Down Productions

Title: Love'S Gonna Get'Cha
Artist: Boogie Down Productions
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Antoinette Colandreo

Lyric:
You know, that's why man I've been telling
You all the time man, you know love
That word love is a very serious thing
And if you don't watch out, I tell ya that
(Love's gonna get you)
(Love's gonna get you)

Because a lot of people out here say
I love my car or I love my chain or or
I'm just in love with that girl over there

So far all the people out there
That fall in love with material items
We gonna bump the beat
A lil' something like this

I'm in junior high with a B plus grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I walk from school to my mom's apartment
I gotta tell the suckers everyday, "Don't start it"

'Cause where I'm at if your soft your lost
To say on course means to roll with force
A boy named Rob is chillin' in a Benz
In front of my building with the rest of his friends

I give him a pound, oh, I mean I shake his hand
He's the neighborhood drug dealer, my man
I go upstair and hug my mother
Kiss my sister, and punch my brother

I sit down on my bed to watch some TV
Do my ears deceive me?
Nope, that's the fourth time this week
Another fast brother shot dead in the street

The very next day while I'm off to class
My mom goes to work cold busting her ass
My sisters cute but she got no gear
I got three pairs of pants and with my brother I share

See there in school, see I'm made a fool
With one and a half pair of pant, you ain't cool
But there's no dollars for nothing else
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf

Every day I see my mother struggling
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin'
I look for work, I get dissed like a jerk
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob

So here comes Rob, he's cold and shivery
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery
I do it once, I do it twice
Now there's steak with the beans and rice

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal
My sister's gear now has sex appeal
My brother's my partner and we're getting paper
Three months later we run our own caper

My family's happy everything is new
Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?
That's why
(Love's gonna get you)
(Love's gonna get you)
(Love's gonna get you)

You fall in love with your chain
You fall in love with your car
Love's gonna sneak right up and snuff you from behind
So I want you to check the story out as we go down the line

Money's flowing, everything is fine
Got myself an Uzi and my brother a nine
Business is boomin', everything is cool
I pull about a G a week, fuck school

A year goes by and I begin to grow
Not in height but juice and cash flow
I pick up my feet and begin to watch TV
'Cause now I got other people working for me

I got a 55 inch television you know
And every once in awhile I hear 'Just say no'
Or the other commercial I love
Is when they say, this is your brain on drugs

I pick up my remote control and just turn
'Cause with that bullshit I'm not concerned
See me and my brother jump in the BM
Driving around our territory again

I stop at the light like a superstar
And automatic weapons cold sprayed my car
I hit the accelerator scared as shit
And drove one block to find my brother was hit
He wasn't dead but the blood was pouring
And all I could think about was war and

Later I found that it was Rob and his crew
Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?
You know that's why
(Love's gonna get you)
(Love's gonna get you)
(Love's gonna get you)

That word love is very very serious
Very addictive, my brothers out of it
But I'm still in it
On top of that I'm in it to win it

I can't believe that Rob would diss me
That faggot, that punk, he's soft a sissy
I'm driving around now with three of my guys
The war is on and I'm on the rise

We rolled right up to his favorite hang out
Said, "Hello", and then the bullets rang out
Some fired back so we took cover
And all I could think about was my brother

Rob jumped up and began to run
Busting shots hoping to hit someone
So I just stopped, and let off three shots
Two hit him and one hit a cop

I threw the gun down and began to shout
"Come on I got him, it's time to break out"
But as we ran there were the boys in blue
Pointing their guns at my four man crew

They shot down one, they shot down two
Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?
(Love's gonna get you)
(Love's gonna get you)
(Love's gonna get you)

You know a lot of people believe
That that word love is real soft
But when you use it in your vocabulary
Like your addicted to it, it sneaks right up
And takes you right out

So, for future reference remember
It's alright to like or want a material item
But when you fall in love with it
And you start scheming and carryin' on for it
Just remember, it's gonna get'cha

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This Is Jim Jones - Lyrics - On My Way to Church - Jim Jones

Title: This Is Jim Jones
Album: On My Way to Church
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Jim Jones

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Lyric:
Killa
This my man Jim Jones
You know we been through a lot of devastation, larceny
Defeat, misconceptions
Man, fuck all that, I don't know what that's about but fuck all that
Jim, I'm in the building
Dipset, it's your turn, you up nigga!
Let's go!

I'm puffin' my weed and these niggaz, they mad
I'm frontin' this season
As far as they hoes, they want me to see 'em
I fuck 'em and then they don't want me to leave 'em
An addictive obsession, I twist 'em, I sex 'em
My dick's an obsession
They call me, they miss me, they stressin'
I call 'em, they miss me, they stressin'

These hoes, they sayin' that shit that'll kill ya
I'm rich now, this kid look familiar
As far as my Dips, we rich the cars and the whips
We spent what you spent on your car on my wrist
Don't bother me bitch
In the midst of this grind, I'm twistin' my lime
I'm 'bout to get cash, and you can kiss ass
Dipset got this shit up on smash

This is Jim Jones, he's breezin' on chrome
Ya best bet is leave him alone
O.G. in them stones, spent G's on them stones
Now mami just send me the tone

These are true stories, I used to live poorly
And now man I live in two stories
Get suited in Maury, the coupe is Ferrari
The coupe cost 140, you don't wanna race, I will move on you shorty
Look good on them cameras
They love me, I put my whole hood up on cameras
They bloody, niggaz in hood with them blamas
Tell me, so do it for grandma

We did it from druggin' and [Incomprehensible]
We did it from hustlin' and comin' up wrong
We did it from strugglin' and comin' up strong
Still runnin' with cons, with guns in their palms
You front on Dipset, we will dump on your moms
Or come through with bombs and stop and park
And set off them bombs

This is Jim Jones, he's breezin' on chrome
Ya best bet is leave him alone
O.G. in them stones, spent G's on them stones
Now mami just send me the tone

You got to admit I'm hot when I spit
Like a summertime's tropic's eclipse
Like a drop on the strip with no top on the whip
A block it yeah I put with them cops on the strips
With glocks on their hip
Like shells when they drop when them shots get dismissed
The pain in my heart been my aim from the start
We started when we came from the star

Now we all gainin' on charts
With back to back hits, like Yankees an' shit
Dipset, we gangsta as shit but I credit my ghetto
'Cause now we rock platinum, the preciousest metal
Don't press us, we'll press on this metal and blow you apart
Shoulda known from the start
My jewels, they glow in the dark
You fools, keep playin' ya part

This is Jim Jones, he's breezin' on chrome
Ya best bet is leave him alone
O.G. in them stones, spent G's on them stones
Now mami just send me the tone

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Superwoman - Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Lil' Mo

Title: Superwoman
Album: Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities
Artist: Lil' Mo
Composer(s): Bryan Michael-Cox, Cynthia Loving, Graham Nash

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Lyric:
Yo, black, baby
I'm your superwoman
The kind of girl that you can lay down
And everything will be okay

Come on, you ain't gotta look up in the sky
For a bird or a plane
I know your lookin' for a change
I'mma save your day

Check it, I got the 'S' on my chest
I'm a superwoman

You ain't gotta look up in the sky
For a bird or a plane
I'mma save your day
Girls are always gonna hate
Comin' to your rescue
I'm a superwoman

I see, a thug on the wall standin' two o' clock
I see, chicks at the bar and they made a plot
Then he speaks, tell me he wanna put it on the rocks
I said, "Baby please', I've been thinkin' the same thing
Since I came in the spot

You ain't gotta look up in the sky
For a bird or a plane
I'mma save your day
Girls are always gonna hate
Comin' to your rescue
I'm a superwoman

Girls hate, 'cause they see him sizin' me up
And probably next week he gon' be buyin' me stuff
And the week after that
I'm gon' be buying his truck

And girls trip, 'cause I played it cool
And you played him close
He just know a real girl from a fake
And he know I'm not a ho
That's out for the dough that he make

You ain't gotta look up in the sky
For a bird or a plane
I'mma save your day
Girls are always gonna hate
Comin' to your rescue
I'm a superwoman

See the difference to me and other girls
'Cause I'm a superwoman
Is there are more like me in this world
I'm made out of steel

And I'm made to be real
Boy ain't nothin' fake about me
Take a sip tonight, watch the Henney make me weak
In the knees like some kryptonite

See which honey I'm ma get tonight
I'm only hear for a minute
So it gotta be quick tonight
Take my cape off uh, he gon' hit tonight

I'm an addict so I get addictive right
I'm a D baby, synthetic, right
Because I write it, then I rip it
And I kick this shit tight

You ain't gotta look up in the sky
For a bird or a plane
I'mma save your day
Girls are always gonna hate
Comin' to your rescue
I'm a superwoman

You ain't gotta look up in the sky
For a bird or a plane
I'mma save your day
Girls are always gonna hate
Comin' to your rescue
I'm a superwoman

(You ain't gotta look up into the sky)
Everyday, all day
(Black baby, rock on, Lil' Mo rock on)

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Slap! Slap! Slap! - Lyrics - Miss E ...So Addictive - Missy Elliott

Title: Slap! Slap! Slap!
Album: Miss E ...So Addictive
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott, Shawntae Harris

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Lyric:
Me and my clique
Run through the gutter breakin' down shutter
As the beat goes, dun dun dun duna
Ain't nothing better than these favorite buttas

It's like freakin' wit your lova tryin' bust his rubba
Have him have him undercover like he thought he never
How the hell a bitch like me become so celva
Y'all wack MC's, y'all never never

Talkin' hard as a cock but is light as a feather
Y'all suspect hoe's y'all suspect hoe's
Takin' off your clothe y'all reject hoe's
Fell the rhythm, I'm 'bout to kill 'em

Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, easy
(Nigga,Slap! Slap!)
(Right across your melon, easy)

Y'all lil', tryin' act bigga don't y'all get the picture
Every freakin' year I come wit something sicka
Fan's takin flick's wanna get my picture
Freak's only speak, "Do you know Jigga?"

Strange motherfucker's wanna be my nigga
Turn your man to a ass-licker
Cheatin' ass men means, cheatin' as men
Time to stop gamin and stay the fuck in
Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill 'em

Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, pronto
(I said, ?Slap! Slap! Slap!)
(Right across your melon, pronto)

You don't wanna get smacked right quick
Wit a upper cut like this
I don't give a fuck if you don't like this
Still get paid to bust the right shit

Still get paid to hope on the dick
I'm a prostitute, I gotta a lot of loot
But if you knock the boots,but at lease cop the coup
What I'm post to do, starve for you

This ain't [unverified] , I can't crawl for you
That's impossible, I make the rule
I pay the dues, I wear the pants
Bought the shoes, they Prada too

Fuck wit me you lose, step to me and get brused
Your chances are not few, they none
So what I'm bitchy roll a phat blunt wit Missy
In the front wit me Tim hit ah, wit the bang to the boggada beat

Burnin' 'em wit the heat, it don't conser me, when nigga talk shit
They just wanna learn me when they see me,I permanently
Damage they shit internally and Slap! Slap! Slap!
'Em right across the melon

Nigga, Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, easy

I'm the M S J A D E
Toes and lows, bling like I'm B.G.
I don't know nigga help, shit, I write my own
Just gimme a beat and a muthafuckin' microphone

Picture this shit me Missy and Timbaland
We bout to take it to the streets, but they chicken ran
Oh shit, it's gettin' kinda hot in here
Oh shit, make niggas stop and stare

Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy, smack the shit out the Clyde
'Cause Bonnie should have pay me
Get old heads for they checks that sign right
And I get lil' boys for they doe on prom night

'Cause I do my thing, knots in a pocket
Slap! Slap! Slap!
All up in your knogen, early
I said, Slap! Slap! Slap!
All up in your knogen

Nigga, Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, easy

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