Bay Area - Lyrics - Phinally Phamous - Lil Wyte

Title: Bay Area
Album: Phinally Phamous
Artist: Lil Wyte
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston, Patrick Dhane Lanshaw

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Lyric:
Bay area, it is da hood of da brave
Bay area, none of my boys are afraid
Bay area, we got dat work down here
Bay area, we let it go fo da low round here

Bay area, it is da hood of da brave
Bay area, none of my boys are afraid
Bay area, we got dat work down here
Bay area, we let it go fo da low 'round here

Flickin' through da bay bumpin' Marvin gay sunny days
I gots to get payed 20 K, oh and by the way
The bar shifted of me and Fraiser bizzle
That's fo shizzle all da other perpatraders
Better be packin' they pistols, 'cuz I got pencils for pussies
Packin' some big utin'les off the hizzle
I'll put this thrizzle right between both yo wizzle
This is Lil Whizzie, I'm not playin'

I can leave it so greasy bitch ya heard me dirty South represented
To bess believe me like it I got to push it and shove it either way you go
I'm hot as an oven, humpin' and bumpin' and on, on it's the dro
The HCP family gonna represent until I die of daze satisfaction
This happens to be always on my phase Fraiser bou and V my fans
And all my faculty is half of the reason W Y T E
Won't let me rest in peace couldn't of done it wit out Billy
Many aren't wit my ass get yo ass slapped silly
When you fuck up in da bay

Bay area, it is da hood of da brave
Bay area, none of my boys are afraid
Bay area, we got dat work down here
Bay area, we let it go fo da low round here

Bay area, it is da hood of da brave
Bay area, none of my boys are afraid
Bay area, we got dat work down here
Bay area, we let it go fo da low round here

I'm steppin' about the household sit yo ass back runnin' down town
In a black Cadillac, Jack are still smokin', gimme some
Bro even though you broke I'm go take yo weed
And yo crack jack this is the conversation 'bout life
In da needy nation really I don't give a fuck about shit
If it ain't payuh chasin', I'm about my and that's why

Prize is about take this sober good thing
This doser came from Cordova 'cuz I can't be sober
Don't really stop da hood it what I have become to be but later on
I be damned if I don't put this on G O B I ride deez streets

I smoke this weed and one day I'ma stop and see
That this is the life I always wanted da man
To let come out of me da B A Y my stopin' ground
And round here we got dro by pound but half of deez
Motha fuckers round here broka than homie the clown
Witch means you have to take yo klan to another location

Bring some out of towners to catch yo slack
So if you ain't made it I tell you dis will get crazy
Rest the day, go by so watch it the bay O 5 round here
And they ain't ya do to stop it

Bay area, it is da hood of da brave
Bay area, none of my boys are afraid
Bay area, we got dat work down here
Bay area, we let it go fo da low round here

Bay area, it is da hood of da brave
Bay area, none of my boys are afraid
Bay area, we got dat work down here
Bay area, we let it go fo da low round here

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Bossy - Lyrics - Kelis

Title: Bossy
Artist: Kelis
Composer(s): Alonzo Mario Stevenson, Jasper Cameron, Todd Shaw, Shondrae Crawford, Sean Garrett, Kelis Rogers

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Lyric:
A yo
You don't have to love me
You don't even have to like me
But you will respect me
You know why?
?Cause I'm a boss!

Uh uh uh
(Watch the beat go)
Uh uh uh
(Watch the beat go)
Uh uh uh
(Watch the beat go)
Uh uh
(Watch the beat go)

I'm bossy! I'm the first girl to scream on a track
I switched up the beat of the drum
That's right I brought all the boys to the yard
And that's right I'm the one that's tattooed on his arm

I'm bossy! I'm the bitch y'all love to hate
I'm the chick that's raised the stakes
I told young Stanley he should switch to Bape
I'm back wit an 808 ?cause I'm bossy!

Ooh, let me slow it down so you can catch the flow
(Catch the flow)
Screw it up make it go extra slow
(Extra slow)
Real girls get down on the floor
(On the floor, get down on the floor)

Ooh, I gave you a taste, you want some more
Touch down on me, throw it up like a pro
I ride the beat like a bicycle, an icicle

Ooh, from the 64 hoppers up in Crenshaw
To the money makin' playas up in Harlem
Don't want no problems
We gon' keep it bumpin' while the 808 is jumpin'

Diamonds on my neck, d-diamonds on my grill
Diamonds on my neck, d-diamonds on my grill

I'm bossy! I'm the first girl to scream on a track
I switched up the beat of the drum
That's right I brought all the boys to the yard
And that's right I'm the one that's tattooed on his arm

I'm bossy! I'm the bitch y'all love to hate
I'm the chick that's raised the stakes
I told young Stanley he should switch to Bape
I'm back wit an 808 ?cause I'm bossy!

Ooh
(I bet, I bet, I bet)
Betcha never heard it like this before
(This before)
Me and my baby be closin' the Phantom doors
(Phantom doors)
Bar poppin' shit that you can't afford
(Can't afford)

Ooh, I'm chokin'
Lost in the clouds, it's all smokin'
All the while I'm all open
Me and my girls we stay fly and I love to stay high

Ooh, from the 64 hoppers up in Crenshaw
To the money makin' playas up in Harlem
Don't want no problems
We gon' keep it bumpin' while the 808 is jumpin'

Diamonds on my neck d-diamonds on my grill
Diamonds on my neck d-diamonds on my grill

I'm bossy! I'm the first girl to scream on a track
I switched up the beat of the drum
That's right I brought all the boys to the yard
And that's right I'm the one that's tattooed on his arm

I'm bossy! I'm the bitch y'all love to hate
I'm the chick that's raised the stakes
I told young Stanley he should switch to Bape
I'm back wit an 808 ?cause I'm bossy!

It's ?bout time that she get wit me
Can't stop starin', she's fine and she's pretty
Damn girl don't hurt 'em
If niggaz don't back back you gon' work 'em

Put your mack down, I know your background
What you want girl? You gettin' that now
That's how you do it, huh? Well I'm the coolest one
Them bad bitches in the back, bring ?em to the front

Bitch! Tell dat man you's a boss bitch
Make some noise, raise your hand if you's a boss bitch
I don't think he understands you's a boss bitch
Get some help if you can ?cause he lost it

Ain't no refunds she spent the cash man
In yo Benz wit her friends in the fast lane
Flossin', he said, ?How much she cost me??
?About a million dollars playa, she's bossy!?

I'm bossy! I'm the first girl to scream on a track
I switched up the beat of the drum
That's right I brought all the boys to the yard
And that's right I'm the one that's tattooed on his arm

I'm bossy! I'm the bitch y'all love to hate
I'm the chick that's raised the stakes
I told young Stanley he should switch to Bape
I'm back wit an 808 ?cause I'm bossy!

Uh uh uh
(Watch the beat go)
Uh uh uh
(Watch the beat go)
Uh uh uh
(Watch the beat go)
Uh uh
(Watch the beat go)

Uh uh uh
(Watch the beat go)
Uh uh uh
(Watch the beat go)
Uh uh uh
(Watch the beat go)
Uh uh uh
(Watch the beat go)
Uh uh

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Z - Can I Get A... (Unedited Version) - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Can I Get A... (Unedited Version)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Rob Mays, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Get it

Can I hit in the morning
Without giving you half of my dough
And even worse if I was broke would you want me?
If I couldn't get you finer things
Like all of them diamond ringsniggazkill for
Would you still roll?
If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand
Would you ride then, if it wasn't droppin?
If wasn't ah, eight figureniggaby the name of jigga
Would you come around naked, would you clown me?
If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya
Put your two lips on mydick, kiss it - could ya
See yourself with aniggaworkin harder than 9 to 5
Contend with six, two jobs to survive, or
Do you need a balla? so you can shop and tear the mall up?
Brag, tell your friends what I bought ya
If you couldn't see yourself with aniggawhen his dough is low
Baby girl, if this is so, yo

Can I get a what what
To these chickens from all of my doves
Who don't love those, they get no dough

Can I get a woop woop
To these fellas from all of my ladies
Who don't got love for players without dubs?

Now can you bounce wit me, uhh

Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Uh uh major coins

Bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Yeah, not done

Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Uh-uh uh uh

You ain't gotta be rich but funk dat
How abitchgonna get around your bus pass
? Put thisasson your mustache
Can you afford me, my ? ? this, never corny
Ambition makes me, so horny, I come fussin in the
Front end, if you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta
"Git up, git out and get somethin"shit
I like a, lot of pravada, alize and baca
Late nights, candlelight, can I tear thecockup
Get it up I put it down anytime it pop up
I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya
Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka
I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa
My,shitremains in a Gucci name
Never test my patience sweetie, I'm high maintenance
High class, if you ain't rollin, bypass
If you ain't holdinshit, I dash yo

Can I get a what what
To these chickens from all of my doves
Who don't love those, they get no dough

Can I get a woop woop
To these fellas from all of my ladies
Who don't got love for players without dubs?

Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me

Uhh

Can I hit in the morning
Without giving you half of my dough
And even worse if I was broke would you want me?
If I couldn't get you finer things
Like all of them diamond ringsniggazkill for
Would you still roll?
If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand
Would you ride then, if it wasn't droppin?
If wasn't ah, eight figureniggaby the name of jigga
Would you come around naked, would you clown me?
If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya
Put your two lips on mydick, kiss it - could ya
See yourself with aniggaworkin harder than 9 to 5
Contend with six, two jobs to survive, or
Do you need a balla? so you can shop and tear the mall up?
Brag, tell your friends what I bought ya
If you couldn't see yourself with aniggawhen his dough is low
Baby girl, if this is so, yo

Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Can I get a woop woop
To these fellas from all of my ladies
Who don't got love for players without dubs?

Uhh

Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah

Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Uhh

Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Uhh! yeah

It ain't even a question
How my dough flows, you good if you got those
Lady, ride in your bump, like a tahoe
What you ain't know, it's eazy, but hear me though
Baby girl, best have my, money fo' sho'
Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half
I be bangin they, back out, go 'head, let it out
I leave em with no doubts, bounce, toss a hundred
Makin em feel, taunted even if they don't want it
It's been so long
Since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm
Dead wrong, when I tell em be gone
So hold on to the feelin of flossin and platinum
Cause from now on, you can witness ja the i-con
With hoodies and timbs on, cause I thugs my women
Veve, studs my women, if you wit me you wit em
I'm talkin bout good livin are we here, you wit us?
If not boo, you know what, I still got you

Can I get a what what
To these chickens from all of my doves
Who don't love those, they get no dough

Can I get a woop woop
To these fellas from all of my ladies
Who don't got love for players without dubs?

Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Bounce bounce wit me wit me wit me wit me
Can ya bounce wit me wi me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah

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Crawl - Lyrics - White Hot Blues - Johnny Winter

Title: Crawl
Album: White Hot Blues
Artist: Johnny Winter
Composer(s): Rodney Price, Moroder Kejuan W Muchita, Albert J Johnson, Tajaun Perry, Nasheim Myrick

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Lyric:
I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down
And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown
Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone
Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well
[Unverified]

Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under
Big pipes soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week

Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes
Wrong nigga for threats
Lone nigga wit long chrome

And we can dance till one of us drop
You score points fallin' wit good formation
I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn
The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun

To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war
Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher
Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod
That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard

But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night
And you can't come outside without fear
Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?

Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner
Keep me on your mind and don't slumber
Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass
[Unverified]

M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn
Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn
Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit
Squeeze off, let em know how real this is

M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer
No other gun runners keep a round like this
From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death
Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block

Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen
We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'
The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake
Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it

You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets
Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies
Still nuttin' pop but the shells
These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel
A gun runner nigga for real nigga

Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle
Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip
Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit
While you layin bloodied up in the Six

Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce
Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out
Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet
You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us
Everyday is like Fourth of July to us

Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch
Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched
Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched
Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge

While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head
Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray
Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way
[Unverified]

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Crazy - Lyrics - Doggy Bag - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Crazy
Album: Doggy Bag
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Lemarquis Jefferson, Jermaine Dupri, Shawntae Harris, Bryan Michael Cox

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Lyric:
I'm crazy, how I dress and keep it fresh
So many steps ahead o' y'all, 'cuz I'm before my time
I'm crazy, how I do it, when I do it, I can stew it
Dat's why da girls, da girls dey love me

I'm crazy, how I dress and keep it fresh
So many steps, ahead o' y'all, 'cuz I'm before my time
I'm crazy, how I do it, when I do it, I can stew it
Dat's why da girls, da girls dey love me

Y'all know wut it is when I step in da house
So stop sittin' back trynna figure me out
I know it don't sound right
That I'm only 14 in you?re like, 30 years old
'Cuz you only wearin' gold, so you mad at me
'Cuz my first joint went triple P
And no matter wut I do when I step in the too
The girls dey love me

Only reason that I'm winnin' this, 'cuz I'm a gimmick
I know dat's wut your sayin', but I came to your show
Wuz nobody in it, and you still think your da man
Wut wuz dat?
No promo, no radio, I know you got summtin' to say
It's not your fault, 'cause you hot
But nobody else seem to feel dat way

See it's like dis, when you rap people just clap
When I rap dey shed tears
They no this so so C don't flow crazy like Britney Spears, it is
Ask yo momma, ask your brotha, ask somebody's dad
I'm colla poppin' gansta I'm super bad mayne I'm crazy

I'm crazy, how I dress and keep it fresh
So many steps, ahead o' y'all, 'cuz I'm before my time
I'm crazy, how I do it, when I do it, I can stew it
Dat's why da girls, da girls dey love me

I'm crazy, how I dress and keep it fresh
So many steps, ahead o' y'all, 'cuz I'm before my time
I'm crazy, how I do it, when I do it, I can stew it
Dat's why da girls, da girls dey love me

My appearance is head cocked, throw back, air force, no socks
Braided up, T-shirt, jeans, Jordans, and a barba watch
Lock man, every color bands
I sayin' I switch every time da wind blow
When I ain't puttin' it down, playin' around
You can catch me in dat techno

It's mandatory dat I rock two chains
Big only way I do thangs
Kid wit so much game, bad stay outta my range
'Cuz I can make a mountain move, if I wanted too
But I really wanna move you, only rock it if it's new
Only top it if it's true, so stop your nonsense

Healthy bag, colored du-rags, jipos wit a whole lot of sag
Dad in da Range, mom in da Jag, and I keep on all da tags
Aks yo momma, aks your brotha, aks sumbody's dad
I'm colla poppin' gansta I'm super bad
You know I'm crazy

I'm crazy, how I dress and keep it fresh
So many steps, ahead o' y'all, 'cuz I'm before my time
I'm crazy, how I do it, when I do it, I can stew it
Dat's why da girls, da girls dey love me

I'm crazy, how I dress and keep it fresh
So many steps ahead o' y'all, 'cuz I'm before my time
I'm crazy, how I do it, when I do it, I can stew it
Dat's why da girls, da girls dey love me

Bounce come on, bounce come on
Bounce come on, put yo hands where my eyes can see
Bounce come on, bounce come on
Bounce come on, put yo hands where my eyes can see

No otha women can be compared to BRAT
All of a sudden, sum of them wanna be thuggin'
But they wouldn't, before I popped out da oven hot
So then I show them I don't sit in da bottom of da charts
Timbalands and a halter top
Wut I rock is comfortable whether feminine or not to you
Don't worry 'bout wut Lil Popsy do
'Cuz I'mma keep on gettin' my freak on

With heeps on, put da heat on and breathe on him
You don't wanna see T-I-T's on me for VIP's only
Get in my ear and tell me wut you want me to be
'Cuz I can play out any scene, any episode you think of
I can swing, it don't mean a thing, 'cuz I got dat bling
Got me a fresh hairstyle just to win, house on da hill

[Incomprehensible] equipped with 22 inch wheels
Take trips to Maui, to close deals
I'm so real, notice a cop dat pop a female
I'm so ill, showed you been here 8 years
Told you I can neva be deal to deal
Flease believe it, undefeated
I ain't neva been beat, 'cuz I'm just dat crazy

I'm crazy, how I dress and keep it fresh
So many steps, ahead o' y'all, 'cuz I'm before my time
I'm crazy, how I do it, when I do it, I can stew it
Dat's why da girls, da girls dey love me

I'm crazy, how I dress and keep it fresh
So many steps, I ahead o' y'all, 'cuz I'm before my time
I'm crazy, how I do it, when I do it, I can stew it
Dat's why da girls, da girls dey love me
Girls love me

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2 Tears In A Bucket - Lyrics - Ryde Or Die: Vol.2 - Dmx

Title: 2 Tears In A Bucket
Album: Ryde Or Die: Vol.2
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Reggie Nobles, Clifford Smith, Kaseem Dean, Jackson Sean Jacobs

Lyric:
Ruff Ryders niggas, blood in, blood out
Sheek, Methical
Yo yo, hey yo

Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine
But when I take it out the box, I represent Lox
Now when I flow, you hit the rewind button
So I charge out more, want it all at the door

Fuck heat, Sheek, walk around with an oven
Who you gonna kill with that little Foreman grill?
How's it gonna look when I come through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top

Porsche, 300 horse fly by
Back open, pumpin' How High
Yeah, can y'all see that, bitch
You can call me whatcha want 'cuz I'll Be Dat

Get off my dick, I don't care about no jewels
As long as the condo's paid and the truck I choose
I'm telling y'all niggaz, if it's not double R
You can spell my name out on the side of the car

Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now, yeah, come on

Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now

Yo, yo, I got a twin cam exhaust connected to the jaw
A five speed clutch on my paw when I write
I glow like the pegs in Lite-Brite
3000 volts of lightnin' when ya fly the right kite

Me and Meth be Hennesey, two ice cubes
We can draw or do I choose?
When I choose the grip, one shot lose your hip
I hope your shoes fit for this move and pick

My avalanche, it came with 10 feet of snow
I'm cold blooded, my fam half Eskimo
My flows move like endo
Turn ten nickels to ten loads out of ten stones

Ride the crash course, do the math on it
Swizz Beatz, you can ride Amtrak on it
But I'm on it, grillin' with George Foreman
Ya peeps is at the Grammy Awards cornin'

The ice, the fat wallet son, I won it
In the helicopter warnin' before mornin'
Def Jam nigga, Redman nigga, Doc
Fuck ya momma on my sweat band, nigga

You tough guys will get smacked in the club
With the gun that I bought from Mack in the club
It's P P P from Bricks to Brook-nam
Bring me some more ass to whoop on

Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now, yeah, come on

Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now, yeah, come on

Look what the cat dragged in
Underground dweller from the cellar bring terror
Scooper high yellow Cinderella, Meth forever
Never rush a rhyme, hook could never bust my nine
But if I have to, I have to

It's all in the mind, I stay ahead of time
While you're falling behind, trying to relight ya lime
It's a crime when I drop online's design
That tick, tick boom, blow your mind

Yeah me, M E T H the O the D
Can't be done like tryin' to find a penny in the sea
Nigga, run for cover son, go and get them guns
Y'all ain't from here, don't try to come around and gettin' ones

Swizz Beatz, the track in the head, but I instead
Pull my dart gun and bust sixteen until it's dead
I'm The Game, all of my dogs be off the chain
Yelling Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now, yeah, yeah, come on

Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now, yeah, come on

Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now, yeah, yeah, come on
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360 Degrees - Lyrics - Grand Puba

Title: 360 Degrees
Artist: Grand Puba
Composer(s): M Dixon

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
There's just one thing I wanna say
The reel, to reel, to reel, to reel, yo
There's just one thing I wanna say
Copy, copy, copy, copy, copy

There's just one thing I wanna say
We gonna hit it down like this, y'all know the flav
There's just one thing I wanna say
Uhh, Alamo, is you wit me?

What goes around comes back around again
Stud Doogie, is you wit me?
What goes around comes back around again
S.O.S., is you wit me?

What goes around comes back around again
Yo this how we gon' bust it down, yo you know the flavor
What goes around comes back around again
You know what time is it, check it yo, this how we flow

Here comes the Puba and you know I won't fake it
Usually bust records on gettin' butt naked
Made for the Benzi, drive a nigga skins he
Pump the tape, grab your dick, get with the Puba frenzy

C'mon honey sing, don't you, try to eject
Slow down's what you say, once my joint gets erect
Some try to copy but they just can't sketch it
Some try to follow but they just can't catch it

With the boom, boom tap, yeah alla dat
Huh, I'm livin' fat, me fall off, there'll be none of that
See who's the one to flip it? Quick to tell a nigga to zip it
Stud drink the 40 'cause we ain't got time to sip it

Grand Puba got body
Kick some of them, some of those and some yardies
As dope as they come, suckers sing or hum
Don't try to step to this, you know your shit is slum

First batter up well here's the pitch, it's a curve
Second batter up because the first got served
The one who arouse, as I browse for a blouse
Kick styles by the piles, as I leave a trail for miles

Skins when I please, hit from here to Tel Aviv
I'm gettin' G's, no more time for the line of free cheese
Here's the four one one hon, the one who gets the job done
I know you know the flavor of the Puba

What goes around comes back around again
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Na-nah, nah, nah nah, this how we bump it yo)
What goes around comes back around again
(Yaknahmsayin'? Big Jeff in the house, we gon' move it like this)

What goes around comes back around again
(Ha hah, Baby Pop, Baby Pop in the house)
(Bust how we bust it down)
What goes around comes back around again
(Y'all you know the flavor)
(Sincere Allah, check, check, check, check)

Okay, okay, okay, what more could I say?
Alamo get the boom and parlay, parlay
I'm far from the average, civilize the savage
When I'm low on protein I'm with the bean soup and cabbage

Skins on the diet, kick the flavor, 'cause a riot
Do a show and get the dough and then I'm off to the Hyatt
So tie me on the spliff, ain't no and's or if
And if you really wanna riff you just might end up playin' stiff

Girbauds hangin' baggy, Hilfiger on the top
Knapsack on the back, that's just my flavor Hobbes
As my man gives a zigga, zigga, watchin' three grow bigga, bigga
To Pos K, that's my nigga

Here goes the wreck, whaddayou expect?
If you wanna see some wreck, send cash, not a check
Grand Puba, more than a public figure
Quick to kick the bone up the butt of a golddigger

Now Tic-Tac-Toe means I hit three in a row
If I do a show then you better have my dough
Low, low, well, how low can you go?
Call on Grand Puba if you really need a pro

'Cause my shit's more rugged than G.I. Joe
Don't front honey, act like you know
Now big up to my Brooklyn mob
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Big up to my Uptown mob
(Uptown, Uptown)

Now brothers wanna diss me 'cause it's my turn to burn
My best advice for the brothers is to sit back and learn
I don't diss nobody to be somebody
I just like to kick the flavor to make the people party

See all I'm sayin', is respect due
Those who tried to follow, sorry I left you
Grand Puba, Stud Doogie and Alamo
So if you ever want the flavor you know where to go
Now how we go, yeah, ha ha ha

The reel to reel, yeah yeah yeah, this is how we move it
You know the flavor, y'all know the flavor, you know the flavor
Here we go yo, and you don't stop
(Big up to all the people)
Big up, big up
Big Jeff hold tight, ha hah, ha hah
On and on y'all
Time to get gone
Word is bond

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Doin' It Again (Remix) - Lyrics - Ll Cool J

Title: Doin' It Again (Remix)
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Paul Morley, Gary Langan, Trevor Horn, Jonathon Jeczalik, L. Tareau, Anne Dudley

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Lyric:
Uh he huh, remix that joint, word up
We had to remix that joint, smooth it out
Uh he huh, yeah, no doubt, doin' it, yeah
Yeah, uh uh doin' it, woo
Feeling is strong, uh doin' it
Yeah uh, yeah, it's me and Jimmy

I'm in the mood for something wild and obscene
I hear dat, I'm gettin' tired of the same ol' routine
I need some drama, oh, here I come L, tattoos and dim lights
Black young niggette want you's to get it right

Huh, that's all I need, we got two mouths to feed
You talkin' about some love to the six indeed, so uhh
Lay back and let'cha Daddy do it
A real mack stay on track, he got the run, right through it

Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn

Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn

I slowed it down 'cause we was amplifore
Halfway, all the way, now ya gettin'
Raw to the ****, sick wit' it
Ain't to proud to beg, boy, that's why I had to hit it, uhh

I'm in the zone gettin' bedrooms props
I'm talkin' outside scenarios, Ac's and parking lots
Word, you goin' there, can back seats and wild treats
Daddy do his thing, it's part of my mystique

I'm havin' visions on sunsets and waterfalls
Your hands are in the air, you're up against the wall
What you lookin' for? Point it out
Promise I'ma get it, send it to me, right away rule, wanna hit it

Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn

Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn

I need that new Benz, you in it, testin' my limits
Laid back, cut, now I twist some lyrics
Sharin' cream like it's love, I'm ready now
What you say when I put it on, you lovely girl

You can never hesitate to do your thang, true
Although you come from Queens, I'ma treat you like a king
Where you from? Brooklyn
Honey-coated, in front of genius, gettin' ****** in the 'lacs

Tell me why you never wanna see your ex again?
Hey Lover, you separate the Boyz from the Men, that's a fact
It's well known why you lick your lips
Yeah, blowin' bubbles in blup-blup-blup

You makin' me wonder if doin' it's everything it seems
You make me shiver, standing up in ya straight and then I lean
Tell me here, I love it when ya way up in my mix
Everything is butter in the 9-to-the-6

Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn

Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn

Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn

Uh ha ha, oh man, y'nuhmean
Big Rochon, Baby Chris, LeShaun
Rock on, LL Season baby

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End Of The Road - Lyrics - On My Way to Church - Jim Jones

Title: End Of The Road
Album: On My Way to Church
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): B Freeman, G C Green, C Harris, Joseph Guillermo Jones

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Lyric:
Jim Jones, what it here, homie?
Killa Cam, Freekz Zeeky, Juelz, what's happ'nin?
Hey, T.I.P., nigga

I'm up in Harlem to put it down wit my muthafuckin' folks
Dipset, bitch, a town to muthafuckin' NY, nigga
You already know what it is, Bankhead
C-Rod, Grand Hustle, Diplomats
You don't like it? Kill ya''self nigga, let's go

Late night, straight white fa' ya' base pipe
No mo' quarter O, get ya' weight right
Crack rock, black glock kept it waist height
It hit ya'' mug you don't imagine what ya' face like

'American Pie', I'm tellin' you guys
You want beef wit us, well who the fucks preparin' you guys?
We sparin' you guys, get buried alive
What you rushin' fa'? Act like you in a hurry to die

Some I let 'em fly 'fore I let that ride
I paralize ya' like Superman's horseback ride, nigga
Walk up on ya' car an' scorch dat ride
Flat tires, glass shattered wit a corpse inside

A town break down straight pounds of dro'
Still deal if you want 10 birds or mo'
Pimp Squad, Dipset, I know ya' heard before
If we called you a bitch, you deserved it, hoe

I cop bricks of the crack an' take it to my block
Strip or my trap, my block strip is so trapped
Cops quick wit a strap, an' you'll be scared shitless
How they where the big fifth an' load up flares an' biscuits

I'll take ya' bitch from you, bring her back wit smeared lipstick
You can compare ballistics, but it's mere physics
I'm two threes on drops, I used to play hoopties on blocks
Plottin' man like who he gon' pop

In this tragic city, now I'm Bankheadin'
4 tens headin' down in A.T.L.'s Magic City
Yes, the stash is pretty an' the mag hold 50
We take ova towns, then send the Rovers 'round

Lookin' fa' hoes to pound, ya' local hoochie spot
Lookin' fa' hoochies hot to get they coochie popped
I love the titty bars, I love my niggaz, pa
Dipset, Pimp Squad, yo, let's get it, pa

Yeah, already trill niggaz in this bitch
U.G.K., know what I'm sayin', that's off top, fool
You already know, wreck it boyz, go down like that
What up Jones? Dipset, nigga

Bitch my Cadillac is candy an' my pistol is pearl
My best friend is a pimp an' his bottom bitch is ya' girl
I got them '84s that clank, the big diamonds that blank
Plus them hoes that pop pills, smoke kill an' sip drank

Fuck what ya' think, I'm tryin' to tell you how life is, give it an' take it
My lil' brotha in the pen, where niggaz shiv'rin' an' shakin'
We got a million dollar team, wit one gone
So I'm takin' my 500 to flip in the game
To have somethin' for 'em when he come home

My two older brothers locked up, both of 'em smokin'
Principal's gon' be fucked up, man
My lil' nieces an' nephew heartbroken
Seein' Daddy in a cage at that age, it fuck ya' mind up
So at this stage in the game, I gots to really get my grind up

So you gon' see me in yo' city doin' a verse or a show
Or maybe even servin' one o' these niggaz
A couple of dem thangs on the low
I'm Dipset affiliated, so you can hate it or love it
But it you keep pushin' ya' luck, bitch, my middle fingers' gon' shove it
Know what I'm sayin'

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G Building - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: G Building
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): J Grinnage, E Murry

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Lyric:
I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch, who dat?
Me bitch, who dat? The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?
I'm known for regulatin' this game, fuck a critic
'Cuz when I'm spittin' I'maI'm a split your shit, when I aim
Yo, you try to get a name but ain't provin' a thang

I'm still doin' my thang, go head, bells they still ring
Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame
Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like mills lane
How you like me now? That Kool Moe P, shit, nigga, put it down
Yo, I need a silencer gat, shit too loud when that bitch start to holla

Nigga, do child, made the church people on your block wanna move out
I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out, why?
'Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist
We don't say put your hands up, niggas, stand up
You gotta get it, 'cuz you now listen, dump off your body

'Til your whole family die fishin' the street mayor, ghetto street playa
Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare
Fuck the fame, I agree fuck the fame but I got four words for ya
Don't fuck with Fame 'cuz I'm a machine gun, Kelley, clappa dude
Write my name across your belly, yap a dude ain't no escapin'

These streets I'm raised in, it's so amazin', we still blazin'
Ain't no savin' yo' ass from hell raisin', they be strippin'
Your cantelope off the pavement wit yo' wig split in half
And your chest caved in, so walk on the green, I'm a cut yo' ass down
If you walk in between, so listen up and hear me boy
I'm the American, slash, pretty boy

First Fam, ridiculous violators try to get with us, we quick to bust
Them false dudes can't get wit us, hoes grillin' 'cuz we too tough
Too real, too raw, too rough, first Fam, ridiculous fools try to move
But them fools can't get wit us 'cuz we holdin', blastin', lowlin'
Blastin', strollin', trashin', rollin', mashin'

I done figured it out, what's that? They don't want us to shine, true
You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron, I still got it
For when I'm facin' situations like this, you dissin', I'm hittin'
Listen, is it me or the industry to understand, I'm a whole different
Breed of man, Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx and I'm servin' double

And single shots on the rocks, nigga, what? Who gon' tame me?
I'm a back block nigga and can't nobody change me
You can look at me strangely keep yappin' at your dogs
If I go up in your mouth, don't blame me, first family trainee
Take what's mine, '99 is my time to shine, that's that

Take it easy, fuck that, I'm ready yo I refuse to dilute jewels
For you fools on this radio, fizzy wo', suckas never played us
They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus
In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place

They know, I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist
Shut up, shut up, now you wanna show love
You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs
Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it
So I crept up, stepped up, got to it fire

First Fam, ridiculous violators try to get with us, we quick to bust
Them false dudes can't get wit us, hoes grillin' 'cuz we too tough
Too real, too raw, too rough, first Fam, ridiculous fools try to move
But them fools can't get wit us 'cuz we holdin', blastin', lowlin'
Blastin', strollin', trashin', rollin', mashin'

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Get Low - Lyrics - Kings of Crunk - Lil Jon &Amp; Eastside Boyz

Title: Get Low
Album: Kings of Crunk
Artist: Lil Jon &Amp; Eastside Boyz
Composer(s): D'Angelo Holmes, Eric Jackson, Jonathan H Smith

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Lyric:
3, 6, 9 standing real fine move it to you suck it to me one mo' time
Get low, get low, get low, get low
To the window, to the wall
To the sweat drop down my balls
To all you bitches crawl
To all skee skee motherfucker, all skee skee got dam
To all skee skee motherfucker, all skee skee got dam

Shortie crunk, so fresh ,so clean
Can she fuck that question been harassing me
In the mind this bitch is fine
I done came to the club about 50th 11 times

Now can I play with yo panty line
The club owner said I need to calm down
Security guard go to sweating me now
We got drunk then a motherfucker threaten me now

She getting crunk in the club I mine she work it
Ands then I like to see the female twerking
Taking the clothes off buckey naked
ATL, hoe don't disrespect it

Pa pop yo pussy like this
'Cause Yin Yang Twins in this bitch
Lil Jon and the East side boys wit' me
And we all like to see Ass and tities

Now bring yo ass over here hoe
And let me see you get low if you want this Thug
Now take it to the floor and if yo ass wanta
Act you can keep yo ass where you at

3, 6, 9 standing real fine move it to you suck it to me one mo' time
Get low, get low, get low, get low
To the window, to the wall
To the sweat drop down my balls
To all you bitches crawl
To all skee skee motherfucker, all skee skee got dam
To all skee skee motherfucker, all skee skee got dam

Let me see you get low, you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass to the floor, you scared you, scared you
Let me see you get low, you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass to the floor, you scared you, scared you

Turn dat ass, shake it fast ya
Pop dat ass, to the left and the right ya
Turn dat ass, shake it fast ya
Pop dat ass, to the left and the right ya

Now back, back, back it up
A back, back, back it up
A back, back, back it up
A back, back, back it up

Now stop, oh, then wiggle wit', yeah
Now stop, oh, then wiggle wit', yeah
Now stop, oh, then wiggle wit', yeah
Now stop, oh, then wiggle wit', wiggle wit it

3, 6, 9 standing real fine move it to you suck it to me one mo' time
Get low, get low, get low, get low
To the window, to the wall
To the sweat drop down my balls
To all you bitches crawl
To all skee skee motherfucker, all skee skee got dam
To all skee skee motherfucker, all skee skee got dam

Now give me my doe back and go get ya friend
Stupid bitch standing there while I'm drinking my hen
Steady looking at me still asking questions
Times up nigga pass me another contestant

Hoe move to the left if you ain't 'bout 50th
Done talk through 3 or 4 songs already
Looking at a nigga with yo palm all out
Bitch, I ain't even seen you dance

Twerk something baby, work something baby
Pop yo pussy on the pole do yo thang baby
Slide down dat bitch wit' yo little bit then stop
Get back on the floor catch yo balance then drop

Now bring it back up clap yo ass like hands
I just wanna see yo ass drity dance
Ying Yang we done again
And put it on the map like ann

3, 6, 9 standing real fine move it to you suck it to me one mo' time
Get low, get low, get low, get low
To the window, to the wall
To the sweat drop down my balls
To all you bitches crawl
To all skee skee motherfucker, all skee skee got dam
To all skee skee motherfucker, all skee skee got dam

Got dam, ya y'all twreking a little bit ladies
But ya got to twrek alittle bit harder then dat
Now right now I need all the ladies dat know they look good tonite
We want y'all to do this shit like this

Bend over to the front touch toes
Back dat ass up and down and get low
Bend over to the front touch toes
Back dat ass up and down and get low

Bend over to the front touch toes
Back dat ass up and down and get low
Bend over to the front touch toes
Back dat ass up and down and get low

3, 6, 9 standing real fine move it to you suck it to me one mo' time
Get low, get low, get low, get low
To the window, to the wall
To the sweat drop down my balls
To all you bitches crawl
To all skee skee motherfucker, all skee skee got dam
To all skee skee motherfucker, all skee skee got dam

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

Title: Gone
Album: What the Game's Been Missing!
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Steven Hacker, Elijah Scott, Laron James, Nicholas Warwar, Delvin Alexander

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Lyric:
God will never put you in a situation that you can't handle
But you can definitely put ya self in a situation that you can't handle
And some situations end in death
And death is a mothafucka, ya dig

Old timer want the block back, stop that
You been gone too long the young nigga said
Lord knows, what's goin' through this young niggaz head
As the old timer stood and grilled him

Pissed off, shorty looked at his man
Touched his burner like I shoulda killed him
Shorty in deep but he don't care
But he don't know these old timers don't play fair

There he go, posted on his strip again
Toast on him, niggaz with 'em, posted on his shit again
He actin' like it can't and it won't happen
Old timer 'bout to blow dust off that old cabinet

That's, that's, that's, where dem guns was kept
These young niggaz better show some respect
"I'll teach 'em a lesson", he said to his self
As he proceeded to pull the lead from his shelf

Now he headed towards shorty block, forty cocked
On his zip, on his shit, like he don't care who shorty with
But somebody saw him, before he go to shorty
Shorty phone ring, somebody called him

Somebody warned him, "He's comin', he's comin"
Shorty replied, "Somebody stall him"
Then he crept up wit his goons and guns
Whispered in to old timers ear, death is soon to come

They say hell is hot but is heaven cold
Know one ever knows till you gone, gone, gone
And when you gone does ya soul drift off to a better place
Or do you just forever fade away, away, away, away

Like a bird when it's headed towards the sky
Or do you just die
Or do you just perish from the earth and if so why, why

Baddest bitch up on the block
Prolly make a nigga cum when as soon as she get up on the cock
She fuck with Tony don't she
Oh he's, not ya average drug dealer, fa sho he's

Being watched by police, feds
Investigators, oh, can't forget the haters
Home girl ain't got a clue what he do for a livin'
She just think she got a dude with a pension

She don't know dis dude is a henchman
And he move on dudes with the cruelest intensions
All she know she got a brand new Benz
And it's big enough for her and all her brand new friends

There she go all through the street with it
Dude in and outta town, she all through the street with it
We all know the street talk, we all know the street listen
Next thing she's missin'

Hello, ay nigga I got yo bitch, have a million sent up or she dead
Damn, she in deep shit and she did nothin'
I betchu she ain't see dis comin' but he did
'Cause he did nothin', he ain't pay

He told 'em keep dat bitch, he okay
He got a wife and a kid, back home
And he don't care about the life that she live

Now that's wrong
But the story ain't over it drags on
They wind up beating her down
Breathless, he winds up fleein' the town to the next bitch

They say hell is hot but is heaven cold
Know one ever knows till you gone, gone, gone
And when you gone does ya soul drift off to a better place
Or do you just forever fade away, away, away, away

Like a bird when it's headed towards the sky
Or do you just die
Or do you just perish from the earth and if so why, why

And um, I say that to say this
A lotta people don't appreciate life till they gone
I mean, a lotta situations can be avoided
You just gotta avoid it, ya dig

These are just a few stories
There's a lot more where that came from
Just don't be one of them people I'm talkin' 'bout, ya know

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Go To The Floor - Lyrics - Under Construction - Missy Elliott

Title: Go To The Floor
Album: Under Construction
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Keir Lamont Gist, Tim Mosley, Abdullah Barr, Renee Andrea Neufville, Zane Grey, Jean Norris, Leon Ware, Melissa A Elliott

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Lyric:
Mama say, Mama san, Mama can you do dis
Talking like you bad is when you just knew dat is
Every time I come out ya'll be like who dat is
Be more like Ashanti and be Unfoolish
You don't really want to break it with me
You wear Dada, I sport the Fendi
My Lamborghini against your benzi
Dirty diamonds in your ring see mines cling cling cling
Ding ding ding ding ding ding da ding ding
I used to get so high they called me Ming Lee
Spiked up my hair don' look like Don King
Hatahs keep on hating cause them don't worry we
Dem no worry we or me and timothy
M.I.S.E. slimed out my body-e-e
Bang bang to the boogie ooh wee
Playah keep on playing watch me do my duty

Go to the floor (now tell me what you want)
Grab me a drink (now what you gon' do)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat
Brrah
Stand on the chairs (and dance like who)
Dance like the freaks (and what you came 2 do)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, like the 40. Brrah

I'm underrated, glad I made it, independent, operated
I neva hesitated hatahs kept me motivated
Da beat is penetrated, I'll let Timmy regulate it
And we lay dead in the shade to drink a glass of lemonade
Damn I'm faded, ain't no other way to say it ain't that
Complicated
Ain't no other chicks gon' neva make me feel invaded
I keep dropping hits like water breaking 2 centimeters and
I'm dialatin'
Radio be patient ooh ssh come on check my translation
From my observation, my fans is real patient
They don't wanna hear da lies so stop faking
'Cause you greazy like bacon, keep my stomach aching
If you wanna battle let there be no more delayin'
I hope you did some praying cause when I come swayin'
Pop shu pop pop pop yeah
Sometimes I flow sometime quick
It was on the verge of kissing ass so slick
I'd be on the verge of making hits after hits
It's dat kind of shit dat tell your mamie don't forget

Go to the floor (now tell me what you want)
Grab me a drink (now what you gon' do)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat
Brrah
Stand on the chairs (and dance like who)
Dance like the freaks (and what you came 2 do)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, like the party. Brrah

Everybody, move your body now do it
Here is somethin' that's gonna make you move and groove
Hey DJ keep playing that song all night
On and on and on (on and on and on and on and)
Now is the niggas ova there
Bitches right chea'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All night long I hope you all came prepared
It's 5 00 and we ain't goin no where
Aah yeah, Oh wee
Now will the guys with cash choose me
Aah yeah, Baby
I got a man I ain't seen lately

Go to the floor (now tell me what you want)
Grab me a drink (now what you gon' do)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat
Brrah
Stand on the chairs (and dance like who)
Dance like the freaks (and what you came 2 do)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, like the party. Brrah

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Cruisin' - Lyrics - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye - Jadakiss

Title: Cruisin'
Album: Kiss Tha Game Goodbye
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): Jason T Phillips, Calvin Broadus, Michael A Gomez, R Madrid

Lyric:
I wanna, uhh
I wanna

Cruisin' baby, c'mon
Cruise with me, cruise with me
Come ride with me, ride with me
Ride

Cruisin' baby, come smoke with me
Smoke with me
Cruisin' baby, c'mon
Roll down these streets, bounce, bounce, yeah

Yo, yo, I wanna take a trip to the Beverly Center
And scoop a mean model broad up dawg and get head in the renter
Gotta take her home, clean her up before I can finish
'Cause ain't no pussy worth gettin' burnt while I'm up in it

Then I made her roll up while I was runnin' a bath
And she said she do X, I gave her one and a half
Let her get her roll on and made her jump in the bath
I left her standin there sayin'

I wanna come through in the orange M5
And I got them things in the trunk and they goin' for ten-five
It could and it will get ugly but so what?
No matter how it go down, the hood'll still love me

Never cut broads, I let everybody hit 'em
My bullets is like chicken pox, everybody get 'em
You know Ja' blow pud-dy, lookin' for somethin' to slay
Mixin' the 'gnac with Ocean Spray, c'mon

I wanna, cruisin' baby, come ride with me
Ride with me, ride with me, ride with me
Cruisin' baby, come smoke with me

Smoke with me, smoke with me, smoke with me
Cruisin' baby, roll down these streets
Roll with me, roll with me, roll with me
With me

I wanna bust a bitch upside her motherfuckin' head
For talkin' shit to a pimp
Limp on 'em, flip on 'em, dip on 'em
Crip on 'em and put this motherfuckin' dick on 'em

This sorta fish called a bitch oughta hush up
Rolled a fat blunt and smoked this motherfuckin' dope up
'Cause you know what? Whattup?
Shit a nigga know you're so tough but bitch I wanna go fuck

I wanna take you upstairs and do dat dere
Hell motherfuckin' yeah
See I'm a real player and I won't waste your time
I've been a starter, I ain't never sat the fuckin' pine

Stay on the frontline, it's all by design
Nigga done the crizzime, ain't never dropped a dizzime
Everything is fizzine, rollin' up a dizzime
D O double G, I got bitches waitin' in lizzine

I wanna, cruisin' baby, come ride with me
Ride with me, ride with me, ride with me
Cruisin' baby, come smoke with me

Smoke with me, smoke with me, smoke with me
Cruisin' baby, roll down these streets
Roll with me, roll with me, roll with me
With me

Uh-huh, yeah, yeah
I wanna do the club thing like in and out in an hour
And then I'm back home bangin' Shorty out in the shower
Check it I'm chasin' the Henny with Coronas

She got in her mind that, she gon' get some Fendi if I bone her
Backshot was murder from the rear
And she gave me mean top, while I blew the purple in her hair
Oh yeah, after I nutted I was a goner

And still got honey thinkin' that
I wanna automatic start on the Aston Martin
Can't beat 'Kiss 'cause you ain't got half the heart an'
Get you hit on the inside for half a carton

Couple of suits dawg, we fuckin' with loot
I got enough dough to chill in court
But I know dudes with twenty-five in and they still ain't short
But never mind that, we can't lose

Pour another drink, roll another dutch up
We gon' cruise, let's go

I wanna, cruisin' baby come ride with me
Yeah, cruise, cruise gangsta, gangsta
Cruisin' baby, come smoke with me
Yea yea, yea yea, yea yea, gangsta, gangsta

Cruisin' baby, roll down these streets with me
Hold it, hold it, hold it down, hold it down y'all
I wanna, yea yea, hold it down
I wanna

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Head Bussa - Lyrics - King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy & Trillville Chopped & Screwed - Lil Scrappy

Title: Head Bussa
Album: King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy & Trillville Chopped & Screwed
Artist: Lil Scrappy
Composer(s): Harry Ii Bing, Jamal Glaze, Lawrence Edwards, Darryl Richardson Ii, Donnell Prince

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Lyric:
Let's rise, for the international head bussa
Wassup Lil' Scrappy, Lil' Scrappy, Lil' Scrappy
B M E click, who are you? I'm Lil Jon, okay

We some head bussa, we some head bussa
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa
We some head bussa, we some head bussa
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa

I'm made up my mind that I'ma strike and I'm ready to fight
Checkin' out my steel killin' every punk nigga in' sight
We expite, I knew you bitches didn't wanna brawl,uh what you say?
Bitch I'll swang on all of y'all

I'm the beast from the east, wit da fangs on my teeth
I'll murder all of y'all bitches in' da middle of da street
And I don't give a fuck if you don't like me
Straight knock yo ass out in' to captivity

Down south, I'll ride, shoot and kill homicide
It be nothin' shawty till the day that I die
We strive, on tearin' heads up
And everywhere we go we gon tear dat bitch up

We don't give a fuck about havin' no click
The A got my back and ain't takin' no shit
Excuse me shawty, get the fuck out my face
Befo' we get mad and shoot up the whole place

We some head bussa, we some head bussa
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa
We some head bussa, we some head bussa
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa

I speak my mind, 'cuz bitin' my tongue hurt
Murder yo ass and lyrics and put ya face on a shirt
I'm a mothafuckin' rida, 'cuz I thought y'all knew
And I reppin' nothin' even it's twenty of you

I think it's plenty of you that really want da shawty dead
Watch what ya said lil' shawty, I'm makin' bread
Fuck all y'all born hataz wit hatred blood to match
A long way but plus I roll wit G's and Gat'z

And shawty matter of fact these trill G's and dub's
We ain't talkin' behind yo back and we ain't scared to bust
I'm by myself, but bein' alone makes you strong
I stepped out the porch young, so shawty I been grown

We some head bussa, we some head bussa
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa
We some head bussa, we some head bussa
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa

ATL off da chain' down here
Ya come wit dat gat and no action, you goin' disappear
You walk in da club, it's tight like brass knuckles
Straight info on hata like be chumpin' off turned brothas

Beatin' in ya door with dat clip on da tech
Beatin' down ya block in' that 89' Chevy
Tellin' stupid bros we throwin' bows that we ready
Screamin' "Swang shawty" to da boys dat can't stand me

Yeah shawty, I'ma ATL slugga
Knockin' out heads on you pussy mothafuckaz
Shawty be sayin', "Scrap you cool boy"
But I known in' my heart dat I'ma headbussa boy

We some head bussa, we some head bussa
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa
We some head bussa, we some head bussa
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa

We some head bussa, we some head bussa
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa
We some head bussa, we some head bussa
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa

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Here I Go!! - Lyrics - Mind of Mystikal - Mystikal

Title: Here I Go!!
Album: Mind of Mystikal
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Leroy Edwards, Michael Tyler

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Lyric:
What you, what you gon' do? What you gon', uh?
What you, what you gon' do nigga?
What you, what you want? What you gon' do, nigga?

Here I go, here I go, here I go, here I go , here I go

I know y'all niggaz ain't fuckin' wit me 'cuz I cant fuck wit my damn self
Here I go
I know y'all niggaz ain't fuckin' wit me 'cuz I cant fuck wit my damn self
Here I go

Da man right, chea
(Da man right, chea)
Da man, da man right, Chea
Mister man right, chea
Here I go, Here I go

Y'all muthafukkaz betta get ready to rumble
Get in da line like a conga, plastic like plumbin'
Spicy like gumbo, y'all muthafukkaz ain't ready
Hey, to dem boyz, get at dem bitches and cut dey ass
As sharp as a machetti dope, I don,t, herbs I do
You bitches probably couldn't see me wit a birds eye view, ooh

It's alive, finna make yo head spin
Stop walkin' da one way to a fukkin' dead end
Bitch ya yellow, coward hearted, gotta erase dem boys
Get da gas and he can go, get this fukkin' fire started
Yo, heart jump like a base line bump
You bad enough to meet the alligator in the swamp

Here I go, here I go, here I go, here I go , here I go
Here I go, here I go, here I go, here I go , here I go
Here I go, here I go, here I go
Da man right, chea

I know y'all niggaz ain't fuckin' wit me 'cuz I cant fuck wit my damn self
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

What you muthafuckas know 'bout rappin'?
(what you muthafuckas know 'bout rappin'?)
Who put you on the map?
(Who put you on the fuckin' map?)

I know y'all niggaz ain't fuckin' wit me 'cuz I cant fuck wit my damn self
(My damn self)
Here I go

Da man right, chea
(Somebody said that you wuz lookin' for me)
Here I go, here I go, uh, uh, damn
(Somebody said that you was lookin' for me)
Uh, uh, all right
(Uh, what you be doin'? What you be doin'?)

Rhyme slayin', straight, suckaz I'm slayin'
Hoes, I'm layin', niggaz can't barely stand
I got 'em layin' and prayin' the man [unverified]
Ask them hoez, I ain't playin' wit 'em

Wanna get beef, I haveta turn my cheek
Cock back like like Mad Max and knock out one of dem fuckin' teeth
I'm a mean, gene machine, the executioner, be appeased wit gillotine
My lifestyle is rural, I'll hit on ya poodle
After disaster, have ya sippin' on chicken noodle

Get ya ass in gear and gettin' fucked while ya winnin'
I'm the shark in the dark, bitch at night don't go swimmin'
'Cuz if you do you doomed [unverified], I'll be da king of da looney toons

Sweatin' and gaspin', I'm a massive assasin
All this smashin' and smashin', kickin' ass wit a passion
Mystikal's on a role, just that cold
(Ice cold)

Anotha nigga couldn't touch me wit a flagpole
Wanna fight Iron Mike but ya too damn light
Like a knife, I'll rip ya from ya ass to ya appetite, gangsta [unverified]
Fuck a [unverified] I'm the foreign minister, don't brag fast

Wanna battle? Bring a body bag
I'm gonna need it, to carry yo stupid ass
I observe, time to serve, rhymes I heard like words of King George III
I proceed, to mislead the sweet hoes I cheated
Devour like its sour like Johnny Appleseed

I intrude, hoes call me rude, bitch, I'm smooth, whatch ya fuckin' attitude
Blast from the past, curse like I'm mad, I'm like a black cat
On the trail of a fat rat, you finna overdose
And choke off these rhymes I wrote

Somebody said that you wuz lookin' for me

Here I go, here I go, here I go, here I go , here I go
Here I go, here I go, here I go, here I go , here I go
Here I go, here I go, here I go, here I go , here I go
Here I go, da man right, chea

Im comin straight for yo throat, like a coyote on a goat
Nobody know, you sweatin' me like a hoe be no, you hoe
Cannot find a antidote 'cuz when I start to float
Murder he wrote, huff puff and bluff, come, touch this rough stuff
And get cuffed, snuffed buffed and scuffed

You can't hit this, get with this no witness
I'm bad to da bone, I'll fuck you up with the quickness
I paid my dues, I'm bad news to fools, I choose you lose
Fuck you fools, I wreck Boo-Coo crews wit the words I use

I'm bout to be feelin like ZZ Hill 'cuz I'm screamin' and screamin'
And singin the blues you be [unverified]
I never bled in battle, I refuse to lose
You can bring ya whole posse, bitch I still wont lose

I'll stomp ya whole staff, you must want a bloodbath
Fuckin' riff-raff, break you in half and laugh
Then snap and served you I [unverified] and heard you
Think about dem words you heard, you fuckin' nerd

You tried to probably rob me, dodge me
Fuckin', fightin', makin' money on my hobby
Freezin' degrees run 'em up, shut 'em up, buttered 'em up
What up? Wanna fight? Bitch, put 'em up

How dat sound? Come, get knocked down
Bolos, I throw bitch you won't last no round
I bet let's see, what we can fuck wit next
Step dat ass in the ring and I'mma jab it and jet
(Ding)

'Cuz I am the baddest black Prince of the South
If you run up, you'll get knocked the fuck out
Pound for pound, blow for blow, we can go into the ring, ass whoopin'

Here I go, here I go, here I go
Da man right chea

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