Anniversary - Lyrics - Truth About Love - Lemar

Title: Anniversary
Album: Truth About Love
Artist: Lemar
Composer(s): Jonathan Shorten, Joss Stone, Daniel Pierre, Lemar Obika

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Lyric:
Put on your red dress and this diamond necklace
Your love leaves me senseless, I dedicate tonight to you
'Cos we made it through another year, my love only gets stronger
And I'll be here the next year, same time, same place, same girl

(They say, after the honeymoon)
The passion's almost gone
(But I feel as thought our love)
Only just begun

It's our anniversary, celebrating you and me
Nowhere else I'd rather be, oh, no
It's our anniversary, a special day in history
I will love you endlessly, it's our anniversary

Put on your best suit, I've got something for you
I'll cover you in kisses 'cos baby, I adore you
Your touch leaves me breathless and I only get weaker
I will be there regardless for my man, I'm glad you're my man

(This day always reminds me of)
The reason I'm with you
I'll never search for love again
I've found the truth in you

It's our anniversary, celebrating you and me
Nowhere else I'd rather be, oh, no
It's our anniversary, a special day in history
I will love you endlessly, it's our anniversary

Forever I'll be here and waiting
(I'll stay the same though times are changing)
We were meant to be together, no one could love you better
Got a question for you
(Tell me, I'm the answer)
Baby, let's stay in love

I love you
I love you too

It's our anniversary, celebrating you and me
Nowhere else I'd rather be, oh, no
It's our anniversary, a special day in history
I will love you endlessly, it's our anniversary

It's our anniversary, celebrating you and me
Nowhere else I'd rather be, oh, no
It's our anniversary, a special day in history
I will love you endlessly, it's our anniversary

I love you
I love you too

I love you
I love you too

It's our anniversary, celebrating you and me
Nowhere else I'd rather be, oh, no
It's our anniversary, a special day in history
I will love you endlessly, it's our anniversary

It's our anniversary, celebrating you and me
Nowhere else I'd rather be, oh, no
It's our anniversary, a special day in history
I will love you endlessly, it's our anniversary

It's our anniversary, celebrating you and me
Nowhere else I'd rather be, oh, no
It's our anniversary, a special day in history
I will love you endlessly, it's our anniversary
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Around The Way Girl - Lyrics - Mama Said Knock You Out - Ll Cool J

Title: Around The Way Girl
Album: Mama Said Knock You Out
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Marlon Lu'Ree Williams, Rick James, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(On your loving)

I want a girl with extensions in her hair
Bamboo earrings
At least two pair
A Fendi bag and a bad attitude
That's all I need to get me in a good mood
She can walk with a switch and talk with street slang
I love it when a woman ain't scared to do her thing
Standing at the bus stop sucking on a lollipop
Once she gets pumping its hard to make the hottie stop
She likes to dance to the rap jam
She sweet as brown sugar with the candied yams
Honey coated complexion
Using Camay
Lets hear it for the girl she's from around the way

I need an around the way girl
Around the way girl
That's the one for me
She's the only one for me
I need an around the way girl

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)

Silky, milky her smile is like sunshine
That's why I had to dedicate at least one rhyme
To all the cuties in the neighborhood
Cause if I didn't tell you then another brother would
Your sweet like sugar with your gangster talk
Want to eat you like a cookie when I see you walk
With your rayon, silk or maybe even denim
It really doesn't matter as long as you're in them
You can break hearts and manipulate minds
Or surrender act tender be gentle and kind
You always know what to say and do
Cold flip when you think your man is playing you
Not cheap but petty
You're ready for loving
You're real independent so your parents be bugging
But if you ever need a place to stay
(Oooh you love me)
Come around my way

I need an around the way girl
Around the way girl
That's the one for me
She's the only one for me
To the bridge
I need an around the way girl

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)

Perm in your hair or even a curly weave
With that New Edition Bobby Brown button on your sleeve
I tell you come here
You say meet me half way
Cause brothers been popping that game all day
Around the way you're like a neighborhood jewel
All the home boys sweat you so you're crazy cool
Wear your gold in the summer with your biking shorts
While you watching all the brothers on the basketball court
Going to the movies with your home girls crew
While the businessmen in suits be hawking you
Baby, hair pumping, lip gloss is shining
I think you in the mood for whining and dining
So we can go out and eat somewhere
We got a lot of private jokes to share
Lisa, Angela, Pamela, Renee I love youYou're from around the way

I need an around the way girl
Around the way girl
That's the one for me
She don't love him
(You got me shook)
I need an around the way girl
An around the way girl
Fine as can be
(Oooh you love me)
She oh yea
I need an around the way girl
Around the way girl
That's the one for me
The only one for me
I need an around the way girl
An around the way girl
Fine as can be

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(You got me shook up shook down shook out)

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(You got me shook up shook down shook out)

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(You got me shook up shook down shook out)

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(You got me shook up shook down shook out)

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Blowin' Up In The World - Lyrics - Kool G. Rap

Title: Blowin' Up In The World
Artist: Kool G. Rap
Composer(s): Anthony Best, Robert E Caldwell, Alfons Kettner, Nathaniel Wilson

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Lyric:
Back in the days was kinda crazy, kid I started out with nothin'
Wasn't livin' like thanks giving, I was turkey without the stuffin'
Sometimes I sweared to God that I was headed for the poorhouse
Say mama caught the drama, she would bleed tryin' to feed 4 mouths

Wasn't rockin' girbauds, I barely had clothes and when it snowed
And temperatures droppin' below zero, you know I froze
No Cd's, a black and white TV, a seat is a rubber tire
With a hanger for the antenna, turned channels with some pliers

Had nothin' in my cabinet, but cans of raid
I'm knockin' on my neighbor's door
To borrow a cup of sugar for my kool-aid
I wasn't freshly dipped, my gear was straight ripped, I'm trippin'

'Cause my winter coat got lost buttons
And zippers that wouldn't stay zipped
I never remembered the brother was straight fat cat
Not even a big mac black, I had kid castle topped with crackerjacks

Walkin' the streets, with the weak sneaks on my feet
And the freaks wouldn't speak, I never had lipstick on my cheek
So much for getting humped from the stunts, I always struck out
The one y'all likes is takin' hikes if you can't pull a buck out
So now I gots to dedicate my next plate to all the homeboys and girls
Straight up baby, I'm blowin' up in the world

Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
I gotsta get mines, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm blowin' up in the world

Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines
I gotta get mines, I gotsta get mines, yeah

It seems like only yesterday, my moms was on my back
Get your butt up out the sack and find a job or hit the road jack
Black, I don't disown her, I'm just a kid from corona
With a G.E.D. diploma, with more ribs showin' than Tony rhoma's

In order to get straight, I gotsta to make a muscle
Learned to hustle and bustle and I gave the streets a tussle
Standin' down on the corner slangin' fat rocks to bottles
With the black tops, for cops got my shorty watchin' my back hobbes

Makin' mad Lucci, bought up Louis vuitton Gucci
Hoochies callin' me boochi, while they smooch me, givin' up the coochie
Now I'm a felon, started sellin' and splittin' melons
I started gellin', to tellin' police just 'cause I was swellin'

Hangin' out on the corner playin' cee-lo, rollin' for half a kilo
Yo you'll never see G-low a-goin' below
Yeah, straight gettin' fortunate, as long as fees was torchin' it
It started gettin' hot around the block, the cops was scorchin' it

But luckily I made out before the coppers could frisk me and diss me
'Cause business is drugs is gettin' too risky
So now I just lamp, collect stamps
Snatch up tramps diamonds and pearls
Straight up baby, I'm blowin' up in the world

Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
I gotsta get mines, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm blowin' up in the world

Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines
I gotta get mines, I gotsta get mines, yeah

I got put on by DJ polo, cut the record, it's a demo
And started chillin' in limos with champagne and tinted windows
Hoppin', no time for pages, sportin' gold chains and rings
Clockin' money and fame, nothin' changed, I'm still the same

Just spendin' 20's and 10's at women pullin' on my linen
And grinnin' 'cause I was winnin' in this game from the beginning
The lyrical skills was kinda ill, gave you a slight chill
So I just let the hype build, known for rappers run and go write wills

I turned from a hobo to a solo bozin for dolos
Stole my dough, you still below, now I prefer cigars and blow mo'
So catch a flashback, of a G. rap track, attacked, like a head crack
That's smack, through your cap, with the lead black

And here's a new cut, for pooh-butt, rappers hangin' from off my
Two nuts like they was put there by members of the Ku Klux
So peep Kool G. rap, don't sleep, money unless it's witcha girl
Straight up kid, I'm blowin' up in the world

Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
I gotsta get mines, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm blowin' up in the world

Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines
I gotta get mines, I gotsta get mines, yeah

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Concrete Schoolyard - Lyrics - Jurassic 5 - Jurassic 5

Title: Concrete Schoolyard
Album: Jurassic 5
Artist: Jurassic 5
Composer(s): Courtenay Henderson, Ike Turner, Dante Givens, Lucas Mcfadden, Charles Stewart, Marc Stuart, Mark Potsic

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Lyric:
Now, I'ma say this one time, boy and that's my word
We rockin' shots and not fire through the Hindenburg
The contribution is clear, you add water to bone
And get the Jurassic 5 on the microphone

Now, if you like the tone and how the harmony's done
And the sucker MCs die before they've begun
From shore to shore and from sun to sun
We use the pen not the gun 'cause we're number one

I'm not tryin' to say my style is better than yours
I'm just on some other shit
I'm all about the beats and the lyrics
So when you hear it you can feel it
The vibe is energized by the presence of my spirit

No interference, we persevere, the purpose is clear
We're here to leave your ear hurtin' severe
You're lurkin' in fear 'cause we take it back like Robbin Loxly
Rockin' from countrysides, spots where hard rocks be

I often wonder if these MCs even know how it feels
To dedicate they whole life to this mic of steel
Ain't not about the bills, that's not keepin' it real
A lot of tight rappers out here ain't got no deal

We appeal to the brothers with flow finesse
'Cause it's the 100 watt blood shot, game of death
'Cause we're protected by the covenants of words and beats
Rewind and feel the heat, recline and take a seat

So, ah, let's take you back to the concrete streets
Original beats with real live MCs
Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks
Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic

Let's take you back to the concrete streets
Original beats with real live MCs
Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks
Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic

Now, I walk from Tranzania, earthquake Transalvania
And on the way I kicked a hole through the Wall Of China
Just to get the right blend
'Cause it's schizophrenic of the pathway to livin'
I fell into the deep end

You shouldn't have told me the pyramids can hold me
So, now a contest is what you owe me
Pull out your beats, pull out your cuts
Give us a mic, whatup, and we goin' tear shit up

I'm on some old and forgotten, sun up to sun down
Like picking cotton, 'The Nutty Professor', science droppin'
Rockin' Robbin's Hood from New York to Compton
Me and my three sons, Jabari, Shakir, and Kahsum

So, ah, let's take you back to the concrete streets
Original beats with real live MCs
Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks
Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic

Let's take you back to the concrete streets
Original beats with real live MCs
Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks
Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic

Hey, I'm 2na Fish from U N I T Y
Do or die, anti-illumaniti, why?
Do the liquid from my vocals
Make the ghetto start swimmin'
Forever winnin', I'm in it like Medolark Lemon

I get goosebumps when the baseline thumps
A sucka MC freestyle, he had mine for lunch
Marc 7even, get you open like an attache
Briefcase, in this case, the victor is no way

Ah, ah, the tool spinners cookin' the full dinner
Killin' the first born of lyrical Yul Brenner's
When is it the Academy rattlin' your anatomy?
Gotta be J5, so kill all of your fake flattery

That'll be the day when labels pay our way
2na, what you say when MCs come to play?
Man fe dead 'cause we take it back like Spinal Tap
Preparin' your intellect before your final nap

So ah, let's take you back to the concrete streets
Original beats with real live MCs
Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks
Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic

Let's take you back to the concrete streets
Original beats with real live MCs
Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks

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D. Original - Lyrics - The Sun Rises In The East - Jeru The Damaja

Title: D. Original
Album: The Sun Rises In The East
Artist: Jeru The Damaja
Composer(s): Kendrick Davis, Chris Martin

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Lyric:
Dirty rotten scoundrel, that's what I'm called, on the street
Could connive and cheat but rarely get beat
Ya see I'm streetwise, a con-game pro
Kickin' the Bobby bullshit, too smart for Willie Bobo

Not stressin' five-o, hot hand in celo
Live in the land of crooks yes Brooklyn's the borough
Homicide central, East New York
Where the manic, depressive psycho murderers stalk

Walk, like a ninja, on the asphalt
Here talk is cheap, you're outlined in chalk
And there's more hard times, than on good times
And most niggaz dedicate their life to crime

So I'm steady schemin', won't work for a dime
Used to get, tax free loot, all the time
Type slick can't fess on 'Ru, because

Before trains were Graffiti proof I used to get loose
Dirty rotten since the days of the deuce
Dirty, because of the skin I'm in
The fact I have melanin automatically makes me a felon

Even though I'm righteous, rotten's what you're yellin'
But I'm not chain-snatchin', or drug-sellin'
According to your books you said I would be damned like Ham
Scoundrel opposite of the king that I am

But wanna get funny, we can get bummy
Take you to the East and back again money
Filthy purified trick, step past your sister
Challenge the Damaja, and you'll be history

Mortal Kombat fatality, the original don't sing no R and B
Nasty MC deity
Chop off domes with the poems that come out of my pin-eal
Gland, as I expand, you know who I am

Father of all stylin', I be whylin' on wax
We hack shit up like big ax and little ax
Don't need tokes to make you jump like Bungee
Tracks real muddy, like Brooklyn's real grungy

When I come through I clog up your sewer
Peep the maneuver, drop the ill manure
So bring Mr. Clean, Drano, and Roto Rooter
No matter what you do, you can't get through the

Crud that comes out of your system
You're another victim, of dirty rotten
Dirt up, in your grill, so what ya gonna do
But pay homage to

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Appletree - Lyrics - Baduizm - Erykah Badu

Title: Appletree
Album: Baduizm
Artist: Erykah Badu
Composer(s): Robert Bradford, Erica Wright

Lyric:
I'd like to dedicate this to all the Creator's righteous children
I have some food in my bag for you
Not the edible food, the food you eat, no
I have some food for thought, since knowledge is infinite
It has infinitely fell on me, so, umm

It was a stormy night, you know
The kind where the lightnin' strike
And I was hangin' out with some
Of my artsy friends, ooh wee ooh wee ooh
The night was long, the night went on
People coolin' out until the break of dawn
Incense was burnin' so I'm feelin' right, aight

See, I pick my friends like I pick my fruit
My Granny told me that when I was only a youth
I don't walk around tryin' to be what I'm not
I don't waste my time tryin' to get what you got
I work at pleasin' me 'cause I can't please you
And that's why I do what I do
My soul flies free like a willow tree
Doo wee doo wee doo wee

And if you don't wanna be down with me
You don't wanna pick from my appletree
And if you don't wanna be down with me
Then you don't wanna pick from my appletree
And if you don't want to be down with me
Then you don't want to pick from my appletree
And if you don't wanna be down with me
You just don't wanna be down

I have a hoe and I take it everywhere I go
'Cause I'm plantin' seeds so I reaps what I sow
You know, you know, on and on, and on and on and on
My cypher keeps movin' like a rollin' stone
I can't control the soul flowin' in me, ooh wee ooh wee

See, I pick my friends like I pick my fruit
My Granny told me that when I was only a youth
I don't walk around tryin' to be what I'm not
I don't waste my time tryin' to get what you got
I work at pleasin' me 'cause I can't please you
And that's why I do what I do
My soul flies free like a willow tree
Doo wee doo wee doo wee

And if you don't wanna be down with me
You don't wanna pick from my appletree
And if you don't wanna be down with me
Then you don't wanna pick from my appletree
And if you don't wanna be down with me
You don't wanna pick from my appletree
And if you don't wanna be down with me
You just don't wanna be down

Oh my my my
Oh my my my
Oh my my my
My my my

See, I pick my friends like I pick my fruit
My Granny told me that when I was only a youth
I don't walk around tryin' to be what I'm not
I don't waste my time tryin' to get what you got
I work at pleasin' me 'cause I can't please you
And that's why I do what I do
My soul flies free like a willow tree
Doo wee doo wee doo wee

And if you don't wanna be down with me
You don't wanna pick from my appletree
And if you don't wanna be down with me
Dum dum diddy
And if you don't wanna be down with me
You don't wanna pick from my appletree
And if you don't wanna be down with me
You just don't wanna be down
(You just don't wanna be down)

You just don't wanna be down
You just don't wanna be down
Down, down, down
You just don't wanna be down
You just don't wanna be down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
...

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Energy - Lyrics - Natalie

Title: Energy
Artist: Natalie
Composer(s): Natalie Nicole Alvarado, Nathan Perez, Ronald Ray Bryant

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Lyric:
Energy, digging on your energy
Energy, digging on your energy
Energy, digging on your energy
Energy

Boy, I'm digging on your energy
And I'm digging what you're telling me
So I wrote this little melody
And dedicate it to my favorite lover

Boy, I'm digging on your energy
And I'm digging what you're telling me
So I wrote this little melody
And dedicate it to my favorite lover

I'm lying in bed
There's thoughts in my head
I'm thinking 'bout you
Over and over and over and over again

What can I tell you?
You got me so twisted
Tossing and turning
Over and over and over and over again

So I wrote a song tonight
You weren't begging me to write
Tell me is it cool tonight
To don't know what's on my mind

Boy, I'm digging on your energy
And I'm digging what you're telling me
So I wrote this little melody
And dedicate it to my favorite lover

Boy, I'm digging on your energy
And I'm digging what you're telling me
So I wrote this little melody
And dedicate it to my favorite lover

Rain and shine sleet and snow
Couldn't stop the way we flow
Welcome to my miracle
And I'm digging on your lyrical

Your melody's my remedy
Lemon squeeze to my Hennessey
The one to call when I slip and fall
With the candy coated Tennessee

Just make a wish
And let's make it official
With your boy Baby Bash
With some heavenly bliss

Because your kiss is on my lips
Girl I'm ready to roll
With so vicious and bubblicious
The energy's throwed

Boy, I'm digging on your energy
And I'm digging what you're telling me
So I wrote this little melody
And dedicate it to my favorite lover

Boy, I'm digging on your energy
And I'm digging what you're telling me
So I wrote this little melody
And dedicate it to my favorite lover

Boy, you know that I dig you
I fell in love when I met you
I love the way you make me feel
Your energy is something real

Boy, I love the way
You make me feel
It's something 'bout you loving me
Can't do without your energy

Boy, I'm digging on your energy
And I'm digging what you're telling me
So I wrote this little melody
And dedicate it to my favorite lover

Boy, I'm digging on your energy
And I'm digging what you're telling me
So I wrote this little melody
And dedicate it to my favorite lover

Energy, digging on your energy
Energy, digging on your energy
Energy, digging on your energy
Energy

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Forever - Lyrics - Lil' Mo

Title: Forever
Artist: Lil' Mo
Composer(s): Cynthia Loving, John Jackson, Bryan Michael Cox, Craig Love

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Lyric:
Baby, you're the poet to my life
But I'm tired of playin' games
I'm ready to settle down, I'm ready to buy a house
And I'm ready to change my last name

I'm ready to have some kids, ready for the life to live
And all love has to give
I been your superwoman for so long
Ready to be your wife

Little M O

Now that love's taken over
I'm 100 percent sure that it's here to stay
I ain't got no issues standing in my way
I ain't goin' nowhere, you ain't goin' nowhere so

Let's make it official, we ain't gettin' no younger baby
And I'm ready to be with you, together for always
To have and to hold, through sickness and through health
Marriage will be crazy baby

Can you live with it, lovin' me for life
To have and hold forever
Baby. ride or die 'til death do us part
Let's make it last forever

Are you ready to be happy babe for the rest of your life
'Cause I wanna be your future, yeah and let's start a family
'Cause I ain't goin' nowhere
And you ain't goin' nowhere so let's make it official

Let's make it official, we ain't gettin' no younger baby
And I'm ready to be with you, together for always
To have and to hold, through sickness and through health
Marriage will be crazy baby

Can you live with it, lovin' me for life
To have and hold forever
Baby, ride or die 'til death do us part
Let's make it last forever

I'm ready to walk down that aisle in all white
And dedicate my life to you
(Yeah, yeah)
And live together happily ever after all

All I been thinkin' 'bout is us
Slidin' from weddings with bands on
Headin' to San Juan, gettin' our tan on
Girl, you must be forgettin' your man's long

Most tuxes I have trouble gettin' the pants on
And I know things run through your head when your man's gone
I come home have you sayin', better than Cam'ron
(Oh boy)
We upsettin' they plans on
Gettin' they chance on, gettin' they hands on F A B O

Can you live with it, lovin' me for life
To have and hold forever
Baby, ride or die 'til death do us part
Let's make it last forever

Can you live with it, lovin' me for life
To have and hold forever
Baby, ride or die 'til death do us part
Let's make it last forever

Make it last forever
And ever and ever
Can you live with it, lovin' me for life

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52 - For The Ladies - Lyrics - Behind The Music - Kj

Title: 52 - For The Ladies
Album: Behind The Music
Artist: Kj
Composer(s): Jonah Sorrentino

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Lyric:
This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is dedicated now to every single girl

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is for the ladies

Alright, I don't care I wanna say this on the mic
Right now right here in the place it's ladies night
I know I might just sound crazy right
There's some things that's goin' down and it's time to make it right

The world will tell you you gotta be a certain type
Look a certain way and just be a certain size
Do what they say and it'll just be alright
Girl, the only thing you gotta be doin' is servin' Christ

Six years ago I was blessed with a wife
She was sweet and lovely and beautiful and nice
But the one thing that just made her my type
Was the fact that Christ was number one up in her life

So take my advice forget them Hollywood stars
And them Hollywood hair and them Hollywood cars
Next time you thinkin' that you ain't up to par
Remember God made you beautiful just the way you are

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is dedicated now to every single girl

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is for the ladies

Sick of BET, sick of MTV
I'm sick of the sex that they always used to selling me
I'm sick of the messed up images they showin' me
I'm sick and tired of the messes that they say to me

That women are nothing more than sexual property
It's time we come back to treatin' women properly
So what I gotta say, I'll say it real loudly
We oughta be treatin' all women like royalty

Only God should be speakin' what you gotta be
Only God can give you the love you gonna need
Ladies, if a guy won't treat you as you ought to be
Tell him goodbye, show him the door and where to leave

Don't be afraid just to tell a guy to wait for me
Don't be ashamed just to live your life in purity
See what I say, I just say it now with certainty
That God has so much more if you'll wait and see

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is dedicated now to every single girl

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is for the ladies

On a final note I wanna dedicate this song
To all the Godly women that just keep on seeking God
Just keep on movin' and continue standin' strong
Keep doin what you doin', girl, you got it goin' on

And the single moms that's just barely holdin' on
And you're workin' two jobs tryin' to make it on your own
No one is home 'cause the kid's dad is gone
God promises to never ever leave you alone

The final thing that I'll say then I'm gone
To the female singers tryin' to get their pose on
Now I ain't tryin' to be a hata but wrong is just wrong
Now Britney and J-Lo, please put some clothes on

Whether y'all are red-headed or just a blond
Make sure that the Son is the one you focus on
And with that said, I'm gonna say so long
So get your hand up in the air, ladies and sing along

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is dedicated now to every single girl

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is for the ladies

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Dead Homiez - Lyrics - Kill At Will - Ice Cube

Title: Dead Homiez
Album: Kill At Will
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Up early in the mornin', dressed in black
Don't aks why 'cause I'm down in a suit and tie
They killed a homie that I went to school with
I tell ya life ain't shit to fool with

I still hear the screams of his mother
While my nigga laid dead in the gutter
And it's gettin' to my temple
Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo?

It makes me so mad I want to get my sawed in
And have some bodies hauled in
But no, I pay my respects and I'm through
Hug my crew and maybe she'd a tear or two

Then I wanna get blitz
Grab my 40 ounce and then I reminisce
About a brother who had to be the one and only
So I dedicate this to my dead homiez

Another homie got murdered on a shakedown
And his mother is at the funeral, havin' a nervous breakdown
Two shots hit him in the face when they blasted
A framed picture and a closed casket

A single file line about 50 cars long
All drivin' slow with they lights on
He got a lot of flowers and a big wreath
What good is that when you're six feet deep?

I look at that shit and gotta think to myself
And thank God for my health
'Cause nobody really ever know
When it's gonna be they family on the front row

So I take everythin' slow, go with the flow
And shut my motherfuckin' mouth if I don't know
'Cause that's what pops told me
But I wish he could have said it to my dead homiez

I remember we painted our names on the wall for fun
Now it's rest in peace after every one
Except me, but I ain't the one to front
Seems like I'm viewin' a body every other month

Plus, I knew him when he was yea big
Pour beer on the curb before I take a swig
But somethin' ain't right
When it's a tragedy that's the only time that the family's tight

Lovin' each other in a carin' mood
There's lots of people and lots of food
They say be strong and you're tryin'
But how strong can you be when you see your pop's cryin'

So that's why Ice Cube's dressed up
Because the city is so fuckin' messed up
And everybody's so phony
Take a little time to think about your dead homiez

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How Many Times - Lyrics - Based On A True Story - Lil' Mo

Title: How Many Times
Album: Based On A True Story
Artist: Lil' Mo
Composer(s): Cynthia Loving

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Lyric:
Ooh, oh, oh, yeah

Why you got to make this hard?
All the time so difficult
When I'm just trying to get you to notice me

Since I can't hold you accountable
For the feelings that I feel
I'll hold you responsible
'Cause I know that you can see

How many times I've got to say it?
How many times the DJ gotta play it?
How many letters would it take to make you understand?

How many times I have to reason?
Baby, so you'll know that I need ya
All that I say, how many times?
Baby, how can I make you realize?

Requested songs on the love line
Dedicate 'em all to you
I know that DJ's probably tired of me by now

Since I can't hold you accountable
For the feelings that I feel
I'll hold you responsible
'Cause I know that you can see, baby

How many times I've got to say it?
How many times the DJ gotta play it?
How many letters would it take to make you understand?

How many times I have to reason?
Baby, so you'll know that I need ya
All that I say, how many times?
Baby, how can I make you realize?

Baby, can't you see I love you
Everyday I try to show you, oh, yeah, oh
Baby, don't you walk away from me
'Cause I could be your everything
All of me, all love has to bring

How many times I've got to say it?
How many times the DJ gotta play it?
How many letters would it take to make you understand?

How many times I have to reason?
Baby, so you'll know that I need ya
All that I say, how many times?
Baby, how can I make you realize?

How many times I've got to say it?
How many times the DJ gotta play it?
How many letters would it take to make you understand?

How many times I have to reason?
Baby, so you'll know that I need ya
All that I say, how many times?
Baby, how can I make you realize?

How many times?
How many times?
Yeah, oh, yeah

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From The Outside Lookin' In - Lyrics - What's A Man To Do - Frankie J

Title: From The Outside Lookin' In
Album: What's A Man To Do
Artist: Frankie J
Composer(s): Max Minelli, Russell Lee, Happy Perez, Francisco Bautista

Lyric:
Yo, I wanna dedicate this song to everyone out there
Who's goin' through the same thing, just keepin it real, listen

Well, she was five foot, three, unique with them brown eyes
So beautiful that I had to make her my wife
I put my trust in her, I had a kid with her
I thought that I would be happy till the end with her

So you live an' learn, that's what you had told me
And now I'm feeling so miserable and lonely
I should've listened to your words
I should've listened to your words

From that long conversation we had long ago
'Bout the same situation, I be goin' through
From a friend to a friend, you would say the truth
From the outside looking in

She wasn't good at all, I thought that she loved me
She wasn't good at all, I really, really thought she cared
She wasn't good at all, how could I have been such a fool
To never listen to your words, yeah
She wasn't good at all, I should've never, never, never stayed with her, yeah

I told you from the beginning about this girl
That she only come and play some games
And I know she didn't feel the same

Because I seen it in her eyes man
That she's only out for your money
Now usually I won't say a word
But I know about these type of girls

These type of girls they come and go
Remember when we told 'em about it
When I told you that she wasn't down
That she wasn't about it

From that long conversation we had long ago
'Bout the same situation you was goin' through
From a friend to a friend, I would say the truth
From the outside looking in

She wasn't good at all, I told you 'bout this kind of girl
She wasn't good at all, I know you knew but I never listened to you, no
She wasn't good at all, you know she wasn't down with you
She wasn't good at all, I should've listened to your words

Yo, we must of had a different vision of love, tender kisses and hugs
Makin' me weak in my knees, that's how vicious it was
I'm from the gutter girl, you know it's vicious for thugs
Where unfamiliar faces look suspicious to us

I used to miss you so much, I put the pimp aside
Broke all my criminal ties, gave you the simple life
Call me the family man, gettin' my salary tight
But soon as you drop your guard, that's when reality bites

And leave a open wound, greed got your cover blown
But I be over you, I'm solitary born
I should of listened an' my boy and I would'd known
You do your thang, I ain't concerned, baby, girl I'm gone

She wasn't good at all, I knew she wasn't good enough
She wasn't good at all, I knew but I didn't care, yeah
She wasn't good at all, I told you 'bout this kind of girl
She wasn't good at all, I know I did this to myself
I know I did this to myself

She wasn't good at all, I tried to warn you 'bout this kinda of girl
She wasn't good at all, I just was so blind by her love
Or at least I thought it was love, yeah

Ooh, on and on
She wasn't good at all
She wasn't good at all, yeah, yeah
I said I'm glad she's out of my life

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It'S Alright - Lyrics - Jeremy Jordan

Title: It'S Alright
Artist: Jeremy Jordan
Composer(s): Lotti Golden, Robbie Nevil, Tommy Faragher

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Lyric:
Whoa, oh yeah, ooh, baby
It's alright you don't have to worry, girl
You're gonna love what you feel, yeah

Baby, you're the one I need tonight
And I wish upon a star, don't you know that,
All the time I dream about you
And, baby, I could give you what you want now, girl, tonight

Oh baby, I'm not like all the rest
I really care for you, baby
And a girl like you deserves all the best

It's alright, you don't have to worry
Hold tight, 'cause this love is for real
Tonight, oh, baby, there's no hurry
You're gonna love what you feel, yeah

I know you've suffered great too long, girl
Don't you see I have a cure
I can help you and recover, listen, baby
'Cause you know I could give you what you never had before

Oh, baby, I dedicate my live to you
I will be there for you, baby
You know that I've been waiting for the girl like you

It's alright, it's alright, you don't have to worry
Hold tight, 'cause this love is for real
Tonight, oh, baby, there's no hurry
You're gonna love what you feel, yeah

It's alright, you don't have to worry
Hold tight, 'cause this love is for real
Tonight, oh, baby, there's no hurry
You're gonna love what you feel, yeah

It's alright, you don't have to worry
Hold tight, 'cause this love is for real
Tonight, oh baby, there's no hurry
You're gonna love what you feel, yeah

It's alright, you don't have to worry
Hold tight, 'cause this love is for real
Tonight, oh, baby, there's no hurry
You're gonna love what you feel, yeah

It's alright, you don't have to worry
Hold tight, 'cause this love is for real
Tonight, oh, baby, there's no hurry
You're gonna love what you feel, yeah

It's alright, you don't have to worry
Hold tight, 'cause this love is for real
Tonight, oh, baby, there's no hurry
You're gonna love what you feel, yeah

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It'S Alright - Lyrics - Monifah

Title: It'S Alright
Artist: Monifah
Composer(s): Dwight Myers

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Lyric:
It' alright, ooh, it's alright
Whoa, oh, oh, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh
It's alright, ooh, it's alright

I know you had to leave me
But it's alright, it's alright
I know you had to leave me
But it's alright, it's alright

When I had ya, you treated me just like a queen
You gave to me everything
When I lost ya, I didn't know what to say
I wanna go home, can't find my way

I know you had to leave me
But it's alright, it's alright
I know you had to leave me
But it's alright, it's alright

Now that you're gone
How will I deal with the pain?
I know I'll never be the same
God please grant me the strength
(Please)

To find my way to another day
I know, I know I did you wrong
That's why I dedicate to you this song
When you left me
I didn't know what to say
I wanna go home, can't find my way

I know I made mistakes baby, but you made mistakes too
And all I can do is apologize but I'll say it again
I'm sorry and that's why I, ooh

I know you had to leave me
But it's alright, it's alright
I know you had to leave me
But it's alright, it's alright

I know you had to leave me
But it's alright, it's alright
I know you had to leave me
But it's alright, it's alright

I know you had to leave me
But it's alright, it's alright

It's alright, it's alright
I'm gonna be around, 'cause I've got
God on my side
It's alright
Heavenly father hear my prayers
It's alright
'Cause I know your always with me
It's alright

You'll always be right here with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm gonna
It's alright
Be alright, I'm gonna be alright
'Cause now I understand why you had to leave me
It's alright

I know you had to leave me
But it's alright, it's alright
I know you had to leave me
But it's alright, it's alright

I know you had to leave me
But it's alright, it's alright
I know you had to leave me
But it's alright, it's alright

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Get Off My *** And Tell Yo ***** To Come Here [Remix] - Lyrics - Kill At Will - Ice Cube

Title: Get Off My *** And Tell Yo ***** To Come Here [Remix]
Album: Kill At Will
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Eric Sadler, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Stay off his dick

Nigga, some don't think I can flow
So here we go to a new track to show the wack
That I can throw styles that show up
I blow up and blast here
Niggas still tripping off the shit I said last year

About a bitch is a, bitch is a hoe and a slut
And I don't like a niggas on my nuts
So I dedicate this one to the groupie
And the Charlie all on my Snoopy

Brothers keep asking, "Ice Cube, yo, when will you bust?"
They surround me and make a big fuss
Now, I was taught back on my block
That you don't ride on nobody's jock

For anything they do, fuck him and his crew
Unless you were gettin' paid too
I'm not saying this to dis each and every fan
Women, you can ride but man be a man

Shake my hand and make it a firm shake
Say, "What's up Ice Cube?" And then break
'Cause if you're hangin' there, I'ma tell you loud and clear
"Get off my my dick, nigga and tell yo bitch to come here"

Stay off his dick, stay off his dick
Yo, yo, yo, check this out

I step into the club, to rub-a-dub
It seems like all the little hoes fall in love with my money
'Cause yo, about a year ago, I was just
Your ordinary average everyday crazy ass bro

But you know, I just can't be equal
'Cause they know, I know a lot of famous people
But to a one night stand, there's no sequel
Here's the pickle, pretend it's a Popsicle

See for a fat booty, I do damage
They think I'm a star so I take advantage
It's just another Ice Cube groupie test
She's a hoe 'cause they knew her at the front desk

Told her to meet me at the room 110
And the bitch showed up with her boyfriend
I let him in, all he could do was grin
He had a camera, a T-shirt, a pad and pen

He said, "Yo Ice Cube, can you sign this?"
I only did it 'cause his bitch was the finest
She blew me a kiss and gave a bitter frown
Like, how can we get rid of this clown?

Me and her sat down, he got a little jealous
'Cause his punk ass sat in the middle of us
And he asked me question after question
It felt like a motherfuckin' interview session

Then his girl got up, I heard the do' shut
And he was still there, swingin' from my nuts
I said, "Get the fuck out" and made it loud and clear
"Get off my dick, nigga and tell your bitch to come here"

Yo, I respect the respectable
If your girl is all on my dick, check the hoe
Say, "Yeah that nigga he can rap fly"
But you know, stars are up in the sky

'Cause all I got is hard dick and bubblegum
Just ran out my last stick is where I'm comin' from
I'm not tellin' you to diss Mr. Ice Cube
'Cause you know, I'm the one that can show and prove

Now groupie girls, I just make 'em wait
But the groupie boys, I can't tolerate
I hate it so much, I'ma start givin' stitches
To the niggaz that's starin' like bitches

'Cause I'm not a fairy, a Mary or a faggot
Gimme the eye, I'll fly and tag it
Now you see? Jockin' ain't healthy
'Cause you think that I'm young and I'm wealthy?

With juice, so I see you try to run behind
But I'ma tell you, punk, you gets none of mine
'Cause I was taught, see a fool, use a fool
By the niggaz who terrorized the old school
So don't try me or buy me a beer, just stay off my dick, nigga

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Guess Who? - Lyrics - Soul Food - Goodie Mob

Title: Guess Who?
Album: Soul Food
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Willie Knighton, Raymon Murray, Robert Barnett, Patrick Brown, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
You 'bout to make me slam yo' back clean out
But I love her till death do us part
Though she divorced my pop the hard
Way back in nineteen "Yassey" for the past sixteen years
I took on the responsibility of daddy

Ma ol' burd, puttin' a real buzz in my ear, makin' sho' it marinate
And not go out the other ear
Guess who? Stood beside me when y'all wouldn't force fed
When I couldn't lift a spoon to my skull
God is good, God is kind mimmicin' her taught me how to say mine

Grace improvised wit bakin' soda when it wasn't no toothpaste
Now what that went with? My ol' burd cried tears of joy
When she heard I wasn't gon' serve time for possession
Of the "Sawed off" runnin' out of spurs

When I came home blowed and couldn't find the key hole
Guess who, unlocked the doors, my ol' burd puttin' my hairs out?
I better eat before you bug me to death
Shut-up you old ungrateful ass nigga, she tryin' to help yo' ass
I wasn't ready to eat yet but I enjoyed the dinner she said, "I'm glad"

Slid down my esophagus wit ease
Even though she have this skin' disease
That won't allow me to gain weight do my own eyes deceive me
Guess who tuck me in before I started drivin' this Benz?

Again and again, told me not to and when I did
Guess who beat the dog shit outta me kid
My Moma didn't play, shit, I had to pick the switches
You guess who?

My Moma, destination unknown, went out on her own
She was barely even grown and became my Moma
I never knew my dad, so even when the times got bad
I was glad 'cause I had my Moma

For so long she had to be strong
I know at certain times she was wrong
But she still my Moma, it still amazes me
The Lord had to help her raise me judgin' from the way I used to be

My Moma, the biggest player that I know I love her so
Hell everythin' I got I owe to my Moma
Thank you for carin', thank you for sharin' yo' love
I guess that was yo' way of preparin'
Yo' son to be the one and not the two
To make you and my daddy's dream come true

But what a surprise a car wreck left you paralyzed
The sheet was pulled over yo' eyes when the doctor advised
The family that you might not ever talk again
But you talkin' so I know that you gon' walk again
But take yo time, guess who's the inspiration for the rhyme
My Moma

Who was tha first to hold you in some arms
Tha first to change your diaper when your stomach wasn't calm
Your Moma, wit that drama brought you into this world
From a world of down under

I wonder now she know when I was lyin', when I was tellin' the truth
With the proof she would explain' how I've been skippin' school
With that boys puttin' holes on my back with the same belt
Around my waist that held my pants up

Takin' back only got you closer to Southern Bell
Got your forehead swell
I swear she knew when it was real or when it was fake like Clampetts
With dreads and if I couldn't handle a situation then I fled

Behind closed doors I froze, in Garnett holes I rose
Who that hell got my bond
Standin' in front of that two-inch glass
A woman ready to hand the cash over for her son
My Mama

Sometimes we get it on, I know at times I'm wrong
Lookin' into my eyes just to let me know she tried is enough for me
I'm callin' a truce it seems we more like brother and sister
Even though she pay the bills wit the mister

Brought me home in '72 and gave me all she had
'Cause I was left at birth she knew it could work
Since she gave me the first chance my song and dance
Pearl, my world, what would I do without her spark

Probably be on the street wit nothin' to eat but I got a happy home
Ever since my first day it's heaven sent now I know
What it's meant when I say
I appreciate what you've done and what you do your only son
Guess who?

The only one that cares for real and really understands how I feel
Help me over come my fears and never left me through the years
So I dedicate this song for you, for all that you brought me through
I know there will never be another that will love me like my mother

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I Am Nothing - Lyrics - Ginny Owens

Title: I Am Nothing
Artist: Ginny Owens
Composer(s): Ginny Owens

Lyric:
I could travel over oceans
Cross the deserts, climb the mountains
Just to share Your story
Bring You glory and win souls for You

And I could sing like an angel
Songs so humble and so thankful
Full of drama and emotion
So the world would know Your truth

I could give away my money
And my clothes and my food
To restore those people who are poor
And lost and down and out

Oh, I could succeed at all these things
Find favor with peasants and kings
But if I do not love, I am nothing

I could live a flawless life
Never cheat or steal or lie
And always speak so kindly
Smile so warmly and go about doing good

I could dedicate myself to do
What everyone else wants me to
Listen to them, compliment them
Say the things I should

I could show up every Sunday
Lead the choir and Bible Study
And they all might come to know me
As a leader and a friend

Oh, I could achieve success on earth
But success cannot define my worth
And all these actions, all these words
They will not matter in the end

'Cause songs will fade to silence
Stories, they will cease
The dust will settle
Covering all my selfless deeds

So as I strive to serve You
Won't You make it clear to me?
That if I do not love, I am nothing

And if I cannot live my life
Loving my brother
Then how can I love the One
Who lived His life for me?

Oh, sent to earth from Heaven
Humble Servant, Holy King
Come to share a story, get no glory
And save my searching soul

You knew that I'd deny You, crucify You
But nothing could stop You
From living for me, dying for me
So that I would know

That songs will fade to silence
Stories they will cease
The dust will settle
Covering all my selfless deeds

But Your life here has made it
Clear enough for me to see
That if I do not love, I am nothing

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I Like Control - Lyrics - Dj Clue

Title: I Like Control
Artist: Dj Clue
Composer(s): William Randall De Barge, Etterlene Jordan, E Shaw, Edward K Archer, Howard Thompson, Eldra P De Barge, Melissa A Elliott, Mocha N Wray

Lyric:
New Missy
Featuring Mocha
Nicole
D.J clue

What hot, we droppin'
What not, we stoppin'
Y'all rock stoppin', we bottle poppin'
Y'all block watchin', we watch coppin'
Y'all car hoppin'
'Cause now we got it locked and
We dedicate for y'all feather weight

You better skate 'cause we never late
Gon' replicate then bet I set it straight
But you can't bet what you never make
I'm the same cat from the same tracks
That hadda bring crack when you played that
When I spit move way back, you get sprayed at
I write my own shit bitch, can you say that?

A lot of y'all MC's talk mo' shit
Talkin' bout hits and all the whips you dip
I know most of y'all rappers live dead broke
I go to your accountant and he say, "No dough"
Rappin 'bout the weed and you can't even roll
If I blow you a gun nigga, can you smoke?

Why you gotta front when you whack as shit
Me and Mocha, we ain't braggin' bitch
I ain't gotta rap about the dough I hold
And I ain't 'bout to talk about the cars I drove
And I ain't gotta front about the shows I blow
Turn on your radio, see me control

It's best that thee put on the bets wit' me
And testin' me? I hit your chest wit' three
Let's make it clear that we gon' take it there
The way it appears, there ain't a club shakin' rears
Mocha here, call me the richest chick
With the thickest chips, and the quickest whip
Get a grip, why can't you try wit' me
Dumb variety, I get it done lively

My rhymes they like
They really really like
They for it adore it
So come let them enjoy
My rhymes they like
They really really like
They for it adore it
So come let them enjoy it

Woo, I get it hot like heat
You the MC that 'posed to scare me?
Ahhh, scream 'till my voice get hoarse
Spit on the mic, make all y'all moist
Hey, you don't wanna fuck with me
And if you do, then you've been practicing
And no one even told you who I was

Well I'm ma set it off, show you who I am
God damn, I got skills like a thief
And while you sleep I snatch out all ya teeth
Hey, you don't really want that beef
I repeat, you don't really want that beef
I said hey, you don't really want that beef
Now you know not to mess with me

A lot of y'all MC's talk mo' shit
Talkin' bout hits and all the whips you dip
I know most of y'all rappers live dead broke
I go to your accountant and he say, "No dough"
Rappin 'bout the weed and you can't even roll
If I blow you a gun nigga, can you smoke?

Why you gotta front when you whack as shit
Me and Mocha, we ain't braggin' bitch
I ain't gotta rap about the dough I hold
And I ain't 'bout to talk about the cars I drove
And I ain't gotta front about the shows I blow
Turn on your radio, see me control

My rhymes they like
They really really like
They for it adore it
So come let them enjoy
My rhymes they like
They really really like
They for it adore it
So come let them enjoy

My rhymes they like
They really really like
They for it adore it
So come let them enjoy
My rhymes they like
They really really like
They for it adore it
So come let them enjoy

Word up
D.J Clue
The Professional
Niggas don't want it
Word up, word up

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