1 2 3 - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: 1 2 3
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): Raymond Rogers, Vern Smith

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Lyric:
1, 2, 3 thousand problems
1, 2, 3 thousand problems
1, 2, 3 thousand problems
1, 2, 3 thousand problems

It's a cool summer night
My 4 4's on my waist, gotta half a stick of dynamite
Got some beef with some niggaz across town
Keep my man to the ground, I gotta shut it down

They pull up on my block, I'm in my little brown hooptie
So they guess I want the white rock
They walk close towards my ride
Surprise motherfucker, it's a handful of South side

1, 2, 3 thousand problems
1, 2, 3 thousand problems

I put two to his head, I jumped on the southern state
Then I'm rushin' out to Hempstead
One down and one to go, I heard the next nigga's on
And he's gotten a ball of dough

I kick in the nigga's door
I sat the nigga in the door with my nickel plated fo', fo'
And word up that shit is soft
The way this nigga hit the floor when the freaky got raw

Some bitch tried to burst but I shot her in the back
Aiy yo, Money, where your stash at?
He took me back inside this room
Beside the safe full of G's, he had mad bags of booze

1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems

A lot to do
I call up the underground
let me speak to that nigga Lu
He said, "Taliq, whats up my man?"

I got this nigga locked down wit my joint to his gun
And word up he got a mail press
Aiy yo, Money, what's this address?
1, 2, 45, Boulevard Queens and I tell my man, they try to caravan

Understand, I'm on a mission
And just be nice to pack some extra ammunition
And get some phillies from the store
And park the van on the corner and you're comin' through the side door

1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems

They get robbed, they wanna go
Money, beggin' and repeatin', they don't want trouble
I told that Lu to move the chairs
Aiy yo cheeks, help me take this damn bitch down the stairs
I come back up for the session, money still tied the fuck up confessin'

I blow some smoke into his eyes
"Here nigga, take two more puff before you die"
Yo, I stood up, about faced him and yo lost boys waste him
Aiy yo queens boys waste him and yo south side waste him

1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems

It's 3 o'clock in the morn, shit is on motherfuckers, shit is on
Yeah, yeah, I gotta get this nigga, Shawn
I'm drivin' in a stolen car with no motherfuckin' lights on
I heard, Shawn got crazy ends
But before I do this thing, I go and pick up my best friends

A 40 ounce and let the fields right
I got to see the boy hillside
Understand, now he's in court
I roll all my windows down, pull my shit on the corner

But I still bein' sneaky 'cause I'm freaky, Taliq, I'm freaky, Taliq
But right now I got beef wit this nigga named Shawn
Shit is on, word is bond, money is gone
He's with his bitch, in bed

I pull out my 44, and I don't wanna do his head
'Cause this shit is too easy
Even though he can go in one squeeze, G, it's it's it's crazy
Mr.B's LB's, a people 1, 2, 3, 3, thousand problems

1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems

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Ain'T Gonna See Tomorrow - Lyrics - Let's Get Ready - Mystikal

Title: Ain'T Gonna See Tomorrow
Album: Let's Get Ready
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): A Patton, M Tyler, David Sheats, A Benjamin

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Lyric:
Listen, Listen
Huh listen

Government got it where you can't do shit no mo'
The water ain't no good, the grass don't grow
Never mention schools ain't safe no mo'
Killing in the first grade, six years old
Ask yo self this
In what kind of world is that to raise yo children
Then again it really don't matter, where you gone go
You still gotta live it
Let's face reality, stop talking 'bout peace
That's a thing of the past
But then again that's a bald face lie
'Cause a few years ago you was hanging my ass
Be no presidents
Sometimes the whole world just pressed up against me
Think about it, young black man, come up set up for penitentiary
Do the math, all on you
Choose yo path, be a leader, pray for strength
Know when to cap and when to blast
Get back on track, we damn near got past crack
Then every dope dealer got snatched back
We all wit the black on black that's sad
Is it really in our nature what make it so bad?
But I ain't no better then the rest of y'all
Plus I came up in a house without no dad
I knew that you left, couldn't be there
[Incomprehensible], you didn't won't to
But that how it is, Lord help us
You know what we going through

It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands
That's why I'm praying to God
Oh Heavenly Father, keep my head above the water
It's Your world, but we Your children Your son's and Your daughters
We struggling trying to get it together
But some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
I know some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow

Somebody tell me what you get in a relationship [icnomp]
We ain't married so we can't get divorced
So the only thing left is domesticated violence
When a man uses a woman to take out his problems
He abuses that woman, then man must recognize his assignment
We got two kids and you pregnant again so how can we profit
That's bullshit
That ain't no reason to pull her arm out the socket
Baby I'm so sorry
You know that I love you and didn't wanna hurt you
When I put my hands on ya, I was wrong so I don't deserve ya
I never thought I'd see the day when they scrap a nigga
When they talk about 'em on the T V
Now my sister flipping in the grave
'Cause that's a cheap shot and I know this can't be me
Lord help her forgive me, God give me my purpose
Jesus break these chains, you know this is a vicious circle
But I got my trust in you
I know there will be light at the end of the tunnel
Had it been in many situations
She was there each and everyone of 'em
Keep me humble, I wanna take time out write down
And thank ya, thank ya
Trying to make it wit out you is something we can't do

It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands
That's why I'm praying to God
Oh Heavenly Father, keep my head above the water
It's Your world, but we Your children Your son's and Your daughters
We struggling trying to get it together
But some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
I know some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow

Lord tell them you difference
Between having eternal life or forever burn, burn
Lord tell 'em You was wit' me when I had my accident
And my truck started flipping and turnin'
When it feel like I was dying from the moment of impact
We rolled ten times
I was down on my best, that fool came on my side of the line
But when the truck did finally stop moving I was just fine
My little brother that was on the passenger side
Must of got hurt 'cause he was unconscious
We then had our tragedies
We was just talking so this can't be happenin'
But before I could say anything else
I saw the helicopter and the ambulance
My little brother came back through
First thing he said was "What is going on"
But the next thing he said was
"Watch over me Lord and keep me strong"
And right then and there, I knew every thing was gone be alright
But we ain't promised nothing
So thank you my Lord for saving his life

It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands
That's why I'm praying to God
Oh Heavenly Father, keep my head above the water
It's Your world, but we Your children Your son's and Your daughters
We struggling trying to get it together
But some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow

It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands
That's why I'm praying to God
Oh Heavenly Father, keep my head above the water
It's Your world, but we Your children Your son's and Your daughters
We struggling trying to get it together
But some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Lord some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Lord some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow

It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands
That's why I'm praying to God

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Ain'T No Stoppin' This - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: Ain'T No Stoppin' This
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Tony Hester, M Smith, Robert Ervin, B Ervin, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?

Newcomers, step on back and if you hid last summer
Catch a heart attack 'cause I'm back
I'm bad, you write rhymes made are blad
I'm mad 'cause they said I wasn't bad

No recognition 'cause they said I'm from the ghetto
Carryin' nine millimeters and stilettos
I guess I need a TV show to get mine
But I don't feel like kissin' no director's behind

That's too soft for L
I'ma write a rhyme fighter inside of the rebel 'Yell'
Hour jack loops and dancer troops
Watch out for the gangsta machine gun lose

Ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, no way, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this

Last year pop rappers got awards
And don't know a damn thing about a block party mic cord
They see LL, they know the brothers real
But the flies can tell you exactly how they feel

When I come in the door it's like I'm made of dynamite
I gotta blow up more and more
Shakin' the rafters from here on after
Puttin' an end to all the laughter

There ain't no way they can win
With the band all in plus the turntable spin
Strip searchin' competition, you can call 'em competition
But there ain't no competition 'cause I'm on a mission

I'ma rip this game, I want the soul train families
And anybody with a name, superstars step aside this year
And all you other little crumbs that wanna try to come near
I'm sick and tired of political setbacks
Too much red tape the box so forget that

Ain't no stoppin' this, ain't no stoppin' this, ain't no stoppin' this
I'm comin', ain't no stoppin' this, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nuh uh, no, ain't no stoppin' this, never, ever, no,
Ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, don't stop

Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?

I started in the basement of my grandmother's house
My rap got gashed, your whole body's' gettin' doubts
Burnt to a crisp, lead from the mist
Third degree and God's my only witness

When I shocked the world, hold the prince hostage
For the diamonds and pearls Maker Mike will return
The time tellin' Madonna black love ain't a crime
I'm like a shogun, I ain't scared of no one
Born and raised in New York, that's where I come from

Ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this
Ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this

Yeah, I rip downtown, uptown
I love the way the bass sound, when I'm underground
Boulevard to boulevard, avenue to avenue, I'll be havin' you

Playin' a scene to a song so mean that'll get
Your whole car rockin' like a war machine
Neighbors downstairs call current affairs
'Cause the party got ripped and yours truly was there

Ain't no stoppin' this, 1984, ain't no stoppin' this
1985, ain't no stoppin' this, 1986, ain't no stoppin' this
1987, ain't no stoppin' this, 1988, ain't no stoppin' this
1989, ain't no stoppin' this, 1990, ain't no stoppin' this
91, ain't no stoppin' this, 92, what to do?
1993 and all that infinity, power of God rules

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All We Got Left Is The Beat - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: All We Got Left Is The Beat
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, Frank Waddy, Walter Morrison, Garry Shider, William Collins, Bobby F Ervin, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Ey, ey, check it out homie
Man, you need to get up out of this spot man
And get a job man before you get smoked man
I know you don't wanna hear it man
But, man, wait, hold up loc you've got company man
Where's my guns?

When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots, rare shots
Swear crack niggas 'cause they're moms missed flips
So black man really care about politics
In the ninety's, our governments so slick

I watch CNN sometimes and I realize
They're playin' tricks on my mind
They want a man to work with his hands
Too young to die, and they don't give a damn

Rare-momma got down on her knees
But not no more, god damn it, I make cheese
I'm on the move and I'ma show and prove
You might cry to my political groove

Rest in peace, sauce brothers underneath
I love you to death while my beat's like a reef
In the middle of the night on the city streets
The only thing we got left is the beat

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh

Who brings guns into the USA?
And then makes sure that they come around the way
Gain the points until the whole race traps
And teach up my woman that she should call up the cops

The projects are hell, wait a, minute
There's nothin' we do but ride on top of an elevator
Say the clubs, I can't get a job
Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin' robbed

I ain't worked, but I ain't workin' for crumbs
You ever seen a man-shelter? Check out the bombs
Brother of pain, their whole lives are over
They spent every dime tryin' not to be sober

And all the ladies got bags of clothes
They'll be your long lost momma, one never knows
The streets are like a nightmare
While the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather chair

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh

Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon
When you need a toga-black, hire black linen
Your ripper's man applause when he can't get a job
He gets up all of his family and feels like a slob

The black women don't understand
'Cause they don't realize what it is to be a black man
In the mornin' a brother feels like a jerk
Seein' black women and white men go to work

So all women fear, the brothers ain't real
'Cause they won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal
Hold my hand while I get it all together
They don't deserve me at times of bad weather

'Cause I'ma make it out the concrete walls
And there's another way besides basketball
Let me go, let me do what I do
I'm red, black and green, then red, white and blue

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me

Ridin' in the street you can feel the city heat
A little bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete
Creepin' I'm standin' on the corner
And you can get robbed if you wanna

Paybacks a mother on the street
You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' funky beats
Brothers ride by real slow
You get leary when they got tinted windows

Sittin' on the steps with a blunt
I'm drinkin' valentine, I wasn't raised up front
My aunt Ellie always talked about God
Tell me you never cried 'cause it's so hard
Government got a hell of a plan
But word is born they ain't destroyin' this black man

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me

Uh, uh ,uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
...

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Ante Up (Robbing-Hoodz Theory) - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: Ante Up (Robbing-Hoodz Theory)
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): Jamal Grinnage, Darryl Pittman, Eric Murry

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Lyric:
Take minks off, take things off
Take chains off, take rings off
Braclets is yapped, fame came off
Ante up, everything off

Fool what you want, we stiflin' fools
Fool what you want? Your life or your jewels?
The rules, back 'em down next thing clap 'em down
Respect mine we Brooklyn bound, bound now, now

Brownsville, home of the brave
Put in work in the street like a slave
Keep a rugged dress code, always in this stress mode
That shit will send you to your grave, so?

You think I don't know that? Blow
Nigga hold that, blow, nigga hold that, blow, nigga hold that
From the street cousin, you know the drill
I'm nine hundred and ninety nine thou short of a mil

Ante up, yap that fool
Ante up, kidnap that fool
It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'
Get up off them god damn diamonds' huh

Ante up, oh, yap that fool oh
Ante up, oh, kidnap that fool
Get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him
Yap him, zap him, yap him, zap him

Them thugs you know, ain't friendly
Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy
You thinkin' it's all good, you creep through a small hood
Goons comin' up outta a cut for your goods and they all should

Ante up yap that fool
You want big money, kidnap that fool
If you up in the club, back out your pis tal money
Catch them fools at the bar for that cristal money

The '87 stick up kids what you niggas sayin'?
Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't playin'
It's flash that thang time bang, bang time
Ante up, nigga, it's game time

Hand over the ring, take over the chain
Gimme the fuckin' watch before I pop one in your brain
Stop playin' these childish games with me
Representin' 1 7 1 8, dangerously, nigga

Ante up, yap that fool
Ante up, kidnap that fool
It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'
Get up, off them god damn diamonds' huh

Ante up, oh, yap that fool oh
Ante up, oh, kidnap that fool
Get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him
Yap him, zap him, yap him, zap him

I'ma, street regulator, true playa hater
Get back down, make your ass a mack spraya hater
Things that we need, money, clothes, weed indeed
Hats, food, booze, essentials, credentials

Code of the streets, owners who creep
Slow when you sleep, holdin' the heat
Put holes in your jeep, respect the streets
It's the L I L F A M, M E, E

Yeah nigga Danze, gave you a chance
'Cuz I blazed your man, I'm in the wrong
He said he was strong
I had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along

So? Fuck you, your honor check my persona
I'm strong enough for old gold and marijuana
I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept
Raise hell till I was tired of stress, yes Lord

Ante up, yap that fool
Ante up, kidnap that fool
It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'
Get up off them god damn diamonds' huh

Ante up, oh yap that fool oh
Ante up, oh kidnap that fool
Get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him
Yap him zap him, yap him, zap him

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
The fuck, the fuck, the fuck
Nigga what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck
Ha, what first family, first family

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Z - A Week Ago - Lyrics - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life - Jay

Title: Z - A Week Ago
Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Christopher H Jasper, O'Kelly Isley, Shawn Carter, Ernest Isley, Bernard Isley, Ronald Isley, J Stoute, Marvin Isley

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Lyric:
Uh-huh
That's right
Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a week ago
Last week I had everything

Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a week ago
I had the money had the cars, the bitches
Uh-huh, yeah, it was all good just a week ago
And the jewelry

And then my motherfuckin' niggaz started snitchin'
Uh-huh, uh uh, yo
Beyotch

Growin' up in the hood just my dog and me
We used to hustle in the hood for, all to see
Problems, I called on him, he called on me
We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P

Met him unlocked doors, off my keys
Yeah we spoke, much more than cordially
Man he broke bread with me, my business spreads with me
The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly

Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me
Got caught, and that's when our relationship strayed
Used to call me from the joint 'til he ran out of change
And when he called collect and I heard his name

I quickly accepted, but when I reached the phone
He's talkin' reckless, I can sense deceit in his tone
I said, "Damn dawg, what, nine weeks and you're home?"
He said, "Main man, you think shit's sweet 'cause you're home"

I just sat, spat no more speech in the phone
The crackers up there bleachin' your dome, you're reachin'
I said, "The world don't stop I've got to keep keep on"
From there I sensed the beef was on

I ran to the spot, store to add some more features to my phone
To see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone
Can't be too safe 'cause niggaz is two-faced
And they show the other side when they catch a new case, it's on

It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)

Funny what, seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip now you droppin' names
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(It was all good just a week ago)

Like I put the toast to your head and made you sell
We both came in this game, blind as hell
I did a little better, had more clientele
Told you put away some cheddar now you cryin' for bail

Seventeen and I'm holdin' on to around a mill
I could bail out and blow trial and come around on the pill
Had niggaz thinkin' I was from Uptown for real
I had so much hustle plus I was down to ill

Like a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of Brownsville
Down and dirty, down to fight the round thirty
Freezin' on them corners still holdin' my crack
Lookin' up and down the block, the fuck is the dough at?

Came from flat broke to lettin' the dough stack
You tell them feds I said I'm never goin' back
I'm from Marcy, and Marcy don't raise no rats
You know the consequences of your acts, you can't be serious

It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked, bitch
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)

Funny what, seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip now you droppin' names
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Man shit was all good just a week ago)

The lawyer I retained you said you leakin' some things
All this after a week in the bang
I'm mad at myself 'cause I didn't spot the weak and lame
I woulda bet the house you wouldn't speak a thang

Nigga this was the oath, to the top of broke
Even pricked our finger, anything that got between us
We sposed to cock the ninas, what happened to that?
Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor

Fuck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry
That's right, the same game that make you mad could make you die
It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap
Who woulda thought you'd get popped one time and rap?

Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad
And your son gotta grow up like, "This is my dad?"
The labeling of a snitch is a lifetime scar
You'll always be in jail nigga, just minus the bars

It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)

Funny what, seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip now you droppin' names
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(It was all good just a week ago)

Shit is crazy man, all these niggaz out here snitchin'
We was one step away from takin' this crack money
And recyclin' it through the ghettos and buildin' back up our own hoods
Now all you niggaz start snitchin' on each other

I got partners doin' 15-20 wouldn't been doin' shit
If you didn't snitch, beyotch
It's about time y'all check that shit out man
It ain't all good shut your mouth, just watch the game and don't snitch

It sure will do a lot for you, believe that baby
Jay-Z, Short Dawg's in the house main
You know I got it, got it goin' on, we got the money
Ain't got nothin' to do with crime baby but I'm recognizing

You rat bastard

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Back Seat - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: Back Seat
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): J T Smith, Quincy D Jones

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Lyric:
Ah yeah, I wanna send this one
Out to all the jeep lovers worldwide
City to city, ghetto to ghetto
Some flavor for you and yours and your jeep

You're the type of girl that got class and style
Still in all you need the backseat of my jeep once in a while
So I pull up to your door
To give you what you're looking for, hardcore

I know you wanna come in my jeep
We can park on a backstreet
You're checkin' out my car phone, scopin' out my jewelry
Let's do this in a hurry

Air freshener is kickin', drive through for chicken
I know you need a good stickin'
That's when I see my man Snoop
Peace, what up, kid? Loungin' duke

As I turn the corner, starin' in your cornier
You're gettin' hornier and hornier
I'm pumpin' up a blint tape flavor
You're legs is incredible, I do a double take

You're puttin' on your lipstick
I wanna give you this big fat
Quick, I know a place where
We can lounge and cool, don't sleep
(Where at?)
Back seat of my jeep

Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an ep'

I'm pullin' over near your building
I light a candle on the dashboard, we're chillin'
I knew a girl like you would love a scene like this
You got class but deep down you're real freakish

You got it all but you never had a wild episode
That's when me and my jeep showed
Up with the funk in the trunk and hittin' it, we're spunkin'

I'll even get you drunk and tipsy 'cause I know you're feelin' frisky
You love it 'cause it's wild and risky
You got your eyes on the hood, you're up to no good
I took you in the back, you hoped I would

You got your black on black so stacked in the back
While I'm pumpin' in the CD I'll skip a track
Windows are foggy and back seat
Treats in the streets could be a hobby

And you ain't in between the Isley Brothers' sheets
I give it to you real raw in the backseat
That's how you want it, don't ya?
You'll tell your girlfriends, won't ya? Don't lie, take it in your eye

So buckle up, buckle up
What's my name? What's my name?
What's my name? What's my name?
I never knew a four wheel drive could be so live
I'll put your numbers in the archives

So take 'em off and put them things on the mirror, girl
It's my jeep and your world
You got it going on lovely time to do the right thing
'Cause I can tell you wanna swing

Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an ep'

Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an ep'

We're bonin' on the dark blocks
Wearin' out the shocks, wettin' up the dashboard clock
Seats full of sweat, I told ya, I would hit it
Your kitty, kitty, cat, cat was hungry so I fed it

Workin' as a team, somebody, anybody scream
Jump with me to the cash bar
I'll be like Bruce Lee in them skins goin'

Damn, it's so good, the mad grip on my tip
You're still a nice girl but my jeep makes ya flip
You go wild and stick your toes on the roof
You're so cute wit' your gold tooth

Extentions on the carpet
That nice round brown is my target
It's so firm so cushy, it makes me feel mushy
I love it when it's pushy

But don't laugh, I'm serious with this
The back seat of my jeep is priceless
You're climaxin', you're climaxin', it's full action
You love a good waxin', it's so relaxin'
Give me a hug, see what I'm sayin', love?

Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an ep'

Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an ep'

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Black Girl Lost - Lyrics - It Was Written - Nas

Title: Black Girl Lost
Album: It Was Written
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Reggie Lucas, Lashawn Lewis, Nasir Jones, James Mtume

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Lyric:
Hello, whassup girl?
Ain't nothin', this nigga in here stressin'
Talkin' that old off the wall back to Africa shit again
What, that God Body shit? Yeah, that dumb shit
I'm tryin to get up outta here, I hear that, but yo
You know the spot is pumpin' tonight, word f'real where?
You know, where the real niggaz is poppin' the Cristal
Not that white stuff, word where the real niggaz at?

Listen to reason
Pretty baby baby baby listen

A young wild beautiful love child
You like them thug style link rockin', then mink coppin'
Hit you on the sink a hundred dollar drink poppin'
The head'll make you take him shoppin', a foul doctrine

Reminiscent of my first time up in a chick
You was innocent, but now you rent-a-dick, wear the tightest shit
Chanel lookin' real, airbrushed nails
Hit the gym, hit the scales, heaven-sent but negligent

To see a prophecy, your ebony tone is lockin' me
The way you moan make me daydream of you on top of me
Wishin' I could be the one man, but you juggle
Way too many Willies all in one hand

You wanna run up in clubs, gettin' rubbed on
Niggaz pull your hair, shake your fat rear
Get your fuck on, followin' week, you back there
But what you stuck on, weed, clowns and cars

Puffin' with some lil' nigga, husband not knowin' she's out
Could you believe Eve, Mother Earth of the seas
Niggaz thirst you, you just let 'em hurt you and leave
What up mah, frontin' like you naive

Pusherman's whip, callin' police when you flip
Can't understand it, yo it should be a throne for us
But for now that's a whole different zone from us
Word

Diamonds all shinin', lookin' all fine
Pretty little face, get a little high
Young girl stugglin', tryin' to survive
Mother of the Earth, she made you and I
Just tired of playin' the same ol' games
Messin' with my mind, emotional thangs
And there goes, a black girl, lost

Like Isis, she got you heartbroke and felt lifeless
Grow up girl instead you want revenge so now you act the nicest
To who'sever gettin' down and trifless
To get his mind all you do is give him somethin' priceless

'Cause in time he'll realize the thighs is all he needs
More than weed, then you hit him off with lies and greed
There you go again, startin' wars, makin' me more yours
Seem to get a kick out of keepin' me on all fours

Face glistenin', I'm addicted to you
Original, Wisdom Body got me picturin' you
Igloos of ice trickin' on you, you never listen
To this nigga spendin' Franklins on tennis anklets

Must've had a bad deal in the past though
Can't even keep it real with a nigga with cash flow
Say men are all the same, what we need to do is break this chain
You got a job part-time and school's your night thing

With dreams to settle down, it ain't far from now
You gettin' interviewed, but your boss is into gettin' screwed
Typical day that the black girl sees
Comin' home wantin' more from a college degree

Diamonds all shinin', lookin' all fine
Pretty little face, you get a little high
Young girl stugglin', tryin' to survive
Mother of the Earth, she made you and I
Just tired of playin' the same ol' games
Messin' with my mind, emotional thangs
And there goes, a black girl, lost

Where are you focused, on legit niggaz and where the coke is
Nice and Thug Life niggaz, yo you seem hopeless
Your value, too much to be measured, I wonder how you
Could ever be played, your pussy worth gold amountin' to

More than the world, but not knowin' nothin' about you
You leavin' the crib, takin' all your kids out to
Drop them off, lettin' some nigga knock you off
So hot and soft, that's the same thing that got you lost

Growin' up seein' it, it should remind you, you bein' lied to
Everything that move be inside you
Sacred as you are, left with these wannabes to guide you
I watched you, hard to knock you, I tried not to

They spot you out dancin' topless in your drawers
Damn look, there goes a black girl lost

You should be ashamed of yourself
The way you carry yourself
The way you hang out all night long
Doin' silly things that is wrong
Black girl

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Brownsville - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: Brownsville
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): Jamal Grinnage, Eric Murray, Chris Martin

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Lyric:
[Incomprehensible], mother fucking M.O.P. way
Mother fucking M.O.P. way, mother fucking M.O.P. way
Mother fucking M.O.P. way, mother fucking M.O.P

Brownsville's the place where crews seem the livest
Cops get knocked down, body counts only risin'
Them streets look full to ya, villains look poor to ya
Them niggas'll slaughter ya

For your goose Nautica, you got jewels?
Stash 'em, son, 'cause there's a thousand niggas broke
And we all got guns
And you know what that means

Niggas be open like they smokin' caffeine
Lookin' to do a quick stick, move and swift
With your [Incomprehensible] on your hip, ready to flip
Whenever you empty your grip, dip

And get the fuck up out of Dodge
That's if you know, what's up, kid?
Niggas is gettin' Mandela time
Plus the crackers is corrupted

But then you got them clockers down at 73rd
That was drug associated since the 70's, word
It's kinda skeptic
Livin' these crazy ways unprotected

Every day is a jam
So expect the unexpected, crime time
1-718, Brownsville, Brooklyn
The housin' property be gettin' token

So we're intended
Be under pressure, gettin' blackmailed
Villains usin' their dealings
Makin' killings of crack sales

The theme song of murder, nobody's kiddin'
These fools are forbidden, automatics just be spittin'
And devastatin' and profound, you get lumped up
Soon as you jump up or get gunned down in Brownsville

Brownsville, Brownsville
Brownsville, Brownsville
Brownsville, Brownsville
Brownsville, Brownsville

Young punks got guns, now that's a damn shame
Everybody claim they represent and do they thing
[Incomprehensible] totin' in cases, hard to believe
The firin' squad'll throw your whole borough under siege

Beyond twin chrome and farmers
Nigga, it's Billy Danze
And when I'm double clutchin' my hands
Them fuckers won't jam

So my man, if your seekin' an advance to your grave
It's the land of the 'Drama Lord'
And the home of the fuckin' brave
It's hard to trust us 'cause it's mad ruckus

We toe tax with mufflers for small time hustlers
It's blue steel concealed under my sweater
To calm down whoever, Duke, I move clever
I must keep it steppin' hops when shit be gettin' hot

I step and bop while I stroll with my weapon cocked
The hill that's real, we kill at will
Clack-clack, clack-clack, clack-clack
Mad guns in your grill in the 'Ville

Brownsville, Brownsville
Brownsville, Brownsville
Brownsville, Brownsville
Brownsville, Brownsville

Brownsville, yeah, killings here only bring retaliation
No cryin', see dying's an everyday thing, swing
25 niggas down by my battlegrounds
I'll move in with 8 thugs that love bustin' rounds

You know the deal
In my streets your heater be ready to blaze
Keep cash in your stash in case you gotta be Swayze
For twistin' a nigga cap back

That's that work of M.O.P., who we be? Firing squad of 11233
Clack-clack, whole clips in your back
That's thug style, turnin' a small section of Brooklyn
Into the O.K. Corral

Now, news flash, razorfied lead, one grazed Ted
Two paralyzed, three dead
Gunmen fled the scenery
With heavy automatic machinery

Niggas ain't got nothing to lose
And yo it seems to be I'll nigga
Kill or be killed in the 'Ville, nigga
All up and down Mother Gaston, they blastin' steel

Blow your stacks and chips in A.C.'s with rims
We be livin' good with a Mac and black Tims
Keep this in mind and they might not find you in the river
With the next guy that fly shit that Brownsville deliver, nigga

Brownsville, Brownsville
Brownsville, Brownsville
Brownsville, Brownsville
Brownsville, Brownsville

[Incomprehensible]

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Couldn'T Say No - Lyrics - Turning Point - Mario

Title: Couldn'T Say No
Album: Turning Point
Artist: Mario
Composer(s): Theron Feemster, Mario Barrett, Sean Garrett

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Lyric:
Damn all I could do
All I could say
Is that I'm sorry
Listen I know I really messed up this time
Just hear me out

You should've showed me a little more love
(But still there ain't no reason)
For me to walk out on this thing called us
(But you keep giving me the feeling)
That I should throw the towel in
('Cause we can't keep each other no way)
Cussin' me out in front of my friends not giving a damn how I feel

I don't even want
(I don't wanna be the cat that tricks around on you)
And you don't even know
(How many times I asked your mama what I should do)
And it's my fault?
(Now it's my fault I'm in a situation I may not get through)
I got bad news that I gotta break to you
I know you gonna act a fool but I gotta let her know

I had a girlfriend and in between that the week we split up
(She need to know)
It was lookin' so good I couldn't say no
(I think it's time you know)
Everytime I see you wit her
I think of how I was picking the legs up
It's a shame when a man just can't say no
(Oh yeah)

See what is done is done and I realize
And I now ain't no taking it back
I committed the worse crime I could ever do to my girl
(Damn she never gonna forgive me)
Every time that truth would hit my two way
She would say that I'm on the way
Puttin' it down in and out up and down any way I'd say
But baby girl I really didn't wanna

(I don't wanna be the cat that tricks around on you)
You don't even know
(How many times I asked your mama what I should do)
She didn't even know
(Now it's my fault I'm in a situation I may not get through)
I got some real bad news to tell you
And I know you gonna act a fool she really needs to know

I had a girlfriend and in between that the week we split up
It was lookin' so good I couldn't say no
(It's gonna be bad but I gotta let her know)
Everytime I see you with her
I think of how I was picking the legs up
(Hear the rhythm girl)
It's a shame when a man just can't say no
(Couldn't say no)

It was bad
(I done messed up)
Gave up all I had with you just for a fast
(Piece of pleasure)
That could never replace you one more chance
(One more chance, you mean the world to me)
(Is it never)
Girl you made mistakes too
(How could you say love don't hurt forever)

I had a girlfriend and in between that the week we split up
(Remember when we broke up)
It was lookin' so good I couldn't say no
(I couldn't say no)
(And everytime I see you with her)
Everytime I see you with her
I think of how I was gettn' up in her
It's a shame when a man just can't say no
(It's a shame oh, it's a shame oh)

I had a girlfriend and in between that the week we split up
(Had a girlfriend and in between that the week we split up)
It was lookin' so good I couldn't say no
(No, say no baby)
Everytime I see you wit her
I think of how I was picking the legs up
It's a shame when a man just can't say no
(I can't say no, I can't say no)

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Daddy - Lyrics - What the Game's Been Missing! - Juelz Santana

Title: Daddy
Album: What the Game's Been Missing!
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Greg Green, Seon Thomas, Diane Warren, Jame

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Lyric:
Daddy?
Daddy?

Daddy?
Damn man, this is crazy
Got a little son now, little me
Runnin' around, it's crazy
I'd do anything, man, anything
Life is precious, remember that
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard

I just had a newborn
Shorty weighs 7 pounds, 6 ounces, 20 inches, too strong
I'm happy now, I'ma daddy now
I gotta be there, I ain't get to see my daddy around
We ain't never get to ball out kid
I was young, the game caught him before I did, but
Back to you, son, as for you, son
I'd do any and everything, that's the truth, son

From the dirtiest diaper, till you get old enough
To dirty your Nike's up, I'm your clean up man
You ever need a hand, need a foot, need a heart, need a lung
Reach for the phone, call me up, son
Yes, everything drops for you, everything stops for you
I'll bury a block for you, I'll let go every shot for you
And I'll reload the clip, just to make sho he's hit

I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard

I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
Said, "I gotta little boy to look after"
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard

Everyday I look in your face, I sit back and I smile
Look at his face, it's just like mine, wow
Damn, this kid shines
Authority and priorities, this kid's mine, so
That means I gotta beat him if I have to
Keep him out of bad schools, teach him how to rap smooth
Show him the ropes like, make sure his rope's tight
No screws loose, no loose screws
Got manners, got morals, got sense of respect
'Cause when you gone, boy, that's all you got left

You ever get craze for candy, don't take a strangers candy
Open a strangers candy, those are the strangest candies
I'm your rider, your guider, pusher, provider
But most of all I'm your father and I'm just looking out for you
When there's a problem, man, I'm just looking out for you
I ain't talking, man, I'm just pulling out for you
The Ford, a sword, the hood'll come out for you
And what I'm about to do, you shouldn't go out and do
You just make sure your good to me, you good to mom
Respect your elders, you grow to be good and strong

I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard

I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
Said, "I gotta little boy to look after"
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard

I raise you up in the sky, like behold
The only thing greater than I, you, my greatest achievement
Fuck a platinum plaque, this is history in the making, believe it
Without you I can't make or succeed shit
I can't think, I can't wake up and eat shit
You the reason that I'm breathin'
And I will stop at any moment to see this

Child live a better life, wow, it's a better life
But you better throw down if you ever fight
Like Rocky do, don't be no punk
When it's time to get up and put on your boxing shoes
You lace 'em up tight, you fall, get up fight
You lose, oh well, we all lose some fights
Just be a man about yours, life is all about handling yours
So you just keep handling yours

I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard

I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
Said, "I gotta little boy to look after"
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard

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Dance Tonight - Lyrics - Lucy Pearl - Lucy Pearl

Title: Dance Tonight
Album: Lucy Pearl
Artist: Lucy Pearl
Composer(s): Ali Shahe Jones-Muhammad, Dawn Sherrice Robinson, Raphael Saadiq

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Lyric:
I wanna dance tonight
(Dance tonight)
I wanna toast tonight
(Toast tonight)
I'll spend my money tonight
(Spend your money)
I'll spend my money tonight
(Spend your money, yeah)

I wanna dance tonight
(Dance tonight)
I wanna toast tonight
(Toast tonight)
I'll spend my money tonight
(Spend your money)
I wanna get freaky tonight
(Freakin' baby, yeah)

First thing we need to do
Is find brand new fits for you
Make sure that you look good
Make sure that I smell good

Let's purchase two new Bentleys
I know that it looks trendy
So glad that it's not windy
Here comes that girl named Dawny

Ask if she wants to go
Tonight's gonna be hot for sure
Big dancing on the floor
Folks strippin', I don't know

Money flyin' everywhere
Champagne, we won't go there
Bottles poppin' in the air
They'll be screaming "I don't care"

I wanna dance tonight
(Dance tonight)
I wanna toast tonight
(Toast tonight)
I'll spend my money tonight
(Spend your money)
I'll spend my money tonight
(Spend your money, yeah)

I wanna dance tonight
(Dance tonight)
I wanna toast tonight
(Toast tonight)
I'll spend my money tonight
(Spend your money)
I wanna get freaky tonight
(Freakin' baby, yeah)

Look perfect, can't help it
Me and a couple friends
No need to settle down
My body, don't know how

Right there, I see you lookin'
Sure hope that you're not tooken
Don't get lost in the crowd
This place just so damn wild

Go ahead and flush your ice
Go ahead do what you like
I'm feelin' just as fly
Do you hear your song tonight?

I wanna dance tonight
(Dance tonight)
I wanna toast tonight
(Toast tonight)
I'll spend my money tonight
(Spend your money)
I'll spend my money tonight
(Spend your money, yeah)

I wanna dance tonight
(Dance tonight)
I wanna toast tonight
(Toast tonight)
I'll spend my money tonight
(Spend your money)
I wanna get freaky tonight
(Freakin' baby, yeah)

Dance tonight, toast tonight
(Dance tonight)
Spend your money, baby
(Spend my money)
Dance tonight, toast tonight
(Dance tonight)
Freak your body, baby

I wanna dance tonight
Dance tonight
(Dance tonight)
Toast tonight, spend your money baby
(Another toast baby)
Dance tonight, toast tonight
(Spend my money, baby)
Freak your body, baby

I wanna dance tonight
(Dance tonight)
I wanna toast tonight
(Toast tonight)
I'll spend my money tonight
(Spend your money)
I'll spend my money tonight
(Spend your money, yeah)

I wanna dance tonight
(Dance tonight)
I wanna toast tonight
(Toast tonight)
I'll spend my money tonight
(Spend your money)
I wanna get freaky tonight
(Freakin' baby, yeah)

I wanna dance tonight
(Dance tonight)
I wanna toast tonight
(Toast tonight)
I'll spend my money tonight
(Spend your money)
I'll spend my money tonight
(Spend your money, yeah)

I wanna dance tonight
(Dance tonight)
I wanna toast tonight
(Toast tonight)
I'll spend my money tonight
(Spend your money)
I wanna get freaky tonight
(Freakin' baby, yeah)

I wanna dance tonight
(Dance tonight)
I wanna toast tonight
(Toast tonight)
I'll spend my money tonight
(Spend your money)
I'll spend my money tonight
(Spend your money, yeah)

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99 Problems - Lyrics - Home Invasion - Ice T

Title: 99 Problems
Album: Home Invasion
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): George Jr. Clinton, Alphonso Henderson, Tracy L Marrow

Lyric:
Yeah, last year a lot of motherfuckers asked me
Why I didn't do no old sex nasty shit
But this year, I went down to Miami and got my nigga from 2 Live
Brother Marquis in the house
(Yeah, I'm the motherfuckin' nigga)

Yeah, we gonna answer the question about girl problems
All these niggaz is havin' girl problem, Marq
(Huh, tell them man, tell them how it is)
Lemme tell you what time is it

I got a ho from the East, got a ho from the West
Got a ho that likes to jack it off and rub it in her chest
I got a ho from the North, a ho from the South
A ho that likes to suck it long and hold it in her mouth

I got a bitch with hair, a bitch with none
A bitch with a knife, a bitch with a gun
A bitch with a ass big as a TV set
And there's a bitch over there, hey, the one I'm gonna get

But yo, but maybe not, she might not like me though
No sweat to a vet, I'll slam a sista though, word
Ice in the whole damn herd
I fuck 'em all and leave 'em on the curve

I got a bitch with a mink, who rocks a fat gold link
Who likes to fuck me with her ass up on the kitchen sink
Got a bitch with tits, a bitch with ass
A bitch with none, but hey I give her a pass

And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you havin' girl problems, I'll be there for you son
Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit it
Nah, a bitch ain't one

I got a bitch that's old, a bitch that's new
A bitch who love velvet in the colors blue
I got a bitch who's fat, a bitch who's built
A bitch who all her titties give out powdered milk

I got a bitch who's funny, a bitch who ain't
A bitch who can sing, a bitch who can't
A bitch who loves fuckin' on a airplane
I even got a bitch off Soul Train
I got a bitch who rolls a rag-top Benz

Long ends, I got a bitch who's broke as a bum
But she's the most fun
I got a bitch who play piano, a bitch who don't
A bitch who dances naked, a bitch who won't
A bitch who's short, a bitch who's tall
A bitch who burns my pager with priority calls

And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you havin' girl problems, I'll be there for you son
Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit me

Yo Marquis, you from Miami, man, why don't you show
Mhese motherfuckers all the over the world the to live
Style of how the bitches treat a motherfuckin' fly nigga like you?

I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one of them
I don't trip on hos 'cause I don't need none of them
Pussy's the temptation, dick's the persuasion
All hos suck cock, nigga, how you play 'em?

That's why I don't sleep on 'em, I just freak on 'em
Stick dick in they mouth, take it out and I skeet on 'em
The nigga the one nighter, the bitch exciter
I only love my hos when I'm goin' up inside her

Problem number one is gettin' money
I'd rather taste the green than sip the honey
So don't expect nuttin' 'cause I ain't offerin'
I go hard on my bitches 'cause I'm never never softenin'

Puttin' the demand on 'em, fuck 'em and scram on 'em
The 'Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am' game is ran on 'em
So, fuck how you feel, you fuckin' cheap thrill
I hope you took the pill 'cause I won't pay the bill

Gettin' pussy's just another expense
If pussy pays the bills then dick pays the rent
I only need a ho for one thing and that's to cum
I've got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one

Ha, yo Marquis, my motherfucker, you got problems, man?
(A bitch ain't one)
Aww shit, now let me tell you how to do this shit

I got a bitch that loves to G
She'll fuck you right after she fucks me
I got a bitch who loves both
I got a bitch who loves handcuffs and ropes

I got a bitch that's fast, a bitch that's slow
A bitch that's a virgin and a bitch that's a ho
A bitch that lies, a bitch that's true
A bitch who's a man because they're bitches too

I got a bitch that's cool, a bitch that's hot
A bitch who loves rap, a bitch who loves rock
A bitch who's lost and one who knows where it's at
She gets up under me and purrs like a cat

I got a bitch that runs, I got a bitch that walks
I got a bitch that yells, I got a bitch who talks
I got a bitch that's dirty, got a bitch that's neat
I got a super fine bitch that I knocked in the swap meet

And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you havin' girl problems, I'll be there for you son
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit me

No a bitch ain't one, you knahm sayin'?
(Huh, you know a bitch ain't one)
I got problems with my motherfuckin' rent Marquis
But a bitch ain't one

Man, you got yourself nothin' man
Fuck them raggedy stank ass hos nigga

A bitch ain't one
I got a problems stayin' out here on these streets
With the police trying to take a nigga out, y'know?
But a bitch ain't one, got problems with motherfuckers
Buyin' my records but a bitch ain't one

Fuck 'em all, nigga, fuck them motherfuckers
You knahm sayin'? A bitch ain't one
Got problems man
All them motherfuckers can kiss my motherfuckin' ass f'real

Really, niggaz worryin' about bitches
They better, they better find somethin' else to worry about

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All Night Long - Lyrics - Keep The Faith - Faith Evans

Title: All Night Long
Album: Keep The Faith
Artist: Faith Evans
Composer(s): Todd Gaither, Galen Underwood, Sean Combs, Schon Crawford, Todd Russaw, Faith Evans, Ron Lawrence, Bertram Reid

Lyric:
I like this right here, yeah
Bad boy and we won?t stop
Faith, '99

We can dance, dance, dance
Clap your hands, hands, hands
All night, if you?re in the mood
Do what you wanna do all night long

Happy days are here
So leave your cares behind
Just relax your mind
It?s so easy to do it

Just enjoy yourself if the feeling?s right
Get your groove on tonight
Take your time tonight, everything?s all right
Ain't nothing but a party

We can dance, dance, dance
Clap your hands, hands, hands
All night, if you're in the mood
Do what you wanna do all night long

Get up on the floor
Don't worry 'bout a thing
Rhythm's got you now
So come on, get into it

Just enjoy yourself if the feeling's right
Get your groove on tonight
Take your time tonight, everything's all right
Ain't nothing but a party

We can dance, dance, dance
Clap your hands, hands, hands
All night, if you're in the mood
Do what you wanna do all night long

Have a good time
Lay back, relax
Just free your mind
Let the music take control of you

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If it's a hot then I must've did it
If it's not then I wasn't with it
Bad boy stay committed

Whether Hip-Hop or R&B
Featuring Faith Evans, co starring me, P. Diddy
You know I got the key to your city
Unlock the door, rock some more

Beats we lace, bad boy heat the place
We run R&B too 'cuz we keep the faith
Givin' the streets a taste, blaze the charts
I remember

In case you forgot, first Lady B making it hot
Ain't nobody taking the spot
Now it's Faith instead of pain
Coming through with a better grain

In the dash, cell phone better range
Get the cash, stock paper for the whole four quarters
Damn, some things never change
You feel me? Let's make 'em dance, let's go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We can dance, dance, dance
Clap your hands, hands, hands
All night, if you?re in the mood
Do what you wanna do all night long

Have a good time
Lay back, relax
Just free your mind
Let the music take control of you

We can dance, dance, dance
Clap your hands, hands, hands
All night, if you?re in the mood
Do what you wanna do all night long

We can dance, dance, dance
Clap your hands, hands, hands
All night, if you?re in the mood
Do what you wanna do all night long

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Ditty Dum Ditty Doo - Lyrics - Music & Me - Nate Dogg

Title: Ditty Dum Ditty Doo
Album: Music & Me
Artist: Nate Dogg
Composer(s): Tracy La Marr Davis, Keiwan Dashawn Spillman, Nathaniel D Hale, Cordozar C Broadus, Frederick Nassar

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Lyric:
Nate Dizzle, Fred Rizzle
Put the pieces to the pizzle

All the ladies who like sex like I do
Come up to my room, I'm gon' give it to you
All my homies who make chips like I do
This one's for you, ditty dum ditty doo

Yeah, got the freak on it, freak
Freak on it, yeah, I speak on it
Last week on it, Snoop DO-double-G
I'm on the mic, doggone it, you want it

Here we go again, 'bout to flow again
Take you out, 'cuz I'm bout to bust a hoe again
Got the flow again, throw it in
Mix it, cook it, gumbo

Jumbo
It just don't quit, get them chips
Mack that bitch, keep it on the under
Make 'em wonder, do it wit no blunder

Snoop DO-double-G gets the job done
No matter what they say about me they doubt me
They can't fuck with the DO-double, yes, indeed that's I
The fizzi, I do it till the day I dizzie

All the ladies who like sex like I do
Come up to my room, I'm gon' give it to you
All my homies who make chips like I do
This one's for you, ditty dum ditty doo
Dum ditty dum ditty

We keep this poppin' still hit droppin'
Comin' strong, just as long as the beat knockin'
Lookin' at the clock won't do no good now
Everybody party 'cuz we out of the hood now

Fred Wreck hit Goldie on the two way
Tell me what's crackin' and see what Snoop say
The coupe lay boomin' in the parkin' lot
And I'm pullin' dime pieces off of the top

Eshine, Evine, Candy, Pam
Maisha, Tisha, Sandra, Ann
So last call for alcohol, close the door
We dogghouse deep and we rollin' hard

All through the night better hit it all day
Every girl in the car gonna get it same way
You say, you wanna turn me on well, you did it let's play
You wanna share it wit a friend just admit it, three way
Ooh, three way on the freeway
The G-way, fuck what he say

All the ladies who like sex like I do
Come up to my room, I'm gon' give it to you
All my homies who make chips like I do
This one's for you, ditty dum ditty doo

Do I like it? Yes. Do I mean it? No
Let me hook this double thing up real quick, I luv it
Pussy always make my day flow smooth
If I don't get me none I have a fucked up attitude

Back off a jack off we far from playin' games
We some pimps punk bitch, no need to explain
Now look at little mama, right there
She strain, suck dick and she don't even care

Man, I'm all about breakin' these hoes
Shakin' these hoes, make the trick take off her clothes
Shoot it in her nose, money fingling, jingling toes
Me and peep game I got pros

Cunt love cock and cock love cunt
I'll be feeling like it's sex in my blunt
Hey, Casey, where Tracy at?
She said, "Daddy, she in the front washin' up the 'lac"

Jumped in my shit hit the switch, start smashin'
Headed to another spot to fuck some more asses
All my niggas like doin' the damn thing
Happy beat it up like my nigga Pootietang

Hell yeah, I love sex
Because after I'm done I'm like this
With my dick on hard
Church to them hoes that be fuckin' superstars

All the ladies who like sex like I do
Come up to my room, I'm gon' give it to you
All my homies who make chips like I do
This one's for you, ditty dum ditty doo
Ditty dum ditty dum ditty

All the ladies who like sex like I do
Come up to my room, I'm gon' give it to you
All my homies who make chips like I do
This one's for you, ditty dum ditty doo

Dum ditty dum di dum
Ditty, ditty
Dum ditty dum da dum
Ditty, ditty
Dum ditty dum da dum
Ditty, ditty ditty
Ditty dum ditty doo

Say it, say it, say it brother
Say it, say it brother
Ditty dum ditty doo

Say it brother, yeah
Nate Dizzle, Fred Rizzle
Put the pieces to the pizzle

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