10 Commandments - Lyrics - Meet The Girl Next Door - Lil' Mo

Title: 10 Commandments
Album: Meet The Girl Next Door
Artist: Lil' Mo
Composer(s): Kim Jones, Christopher Martin, Cynthia Loving, Chucky Thompson, Khary Kimani Turner

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Lyric:
Ladies, I wrote me a manual
How to keep your man
These rules you must follow
My 10 commandments
(Oo, oo, oo)

Let me break it down for you
Rule number 1
Never give him some on the first night
Rule number 2
Never bring your man around your crew

Rule number 3
Never call him first let him call you
Rule number 4
Never let him know your every move

Rule number 5
Never tell him about your past
How many other lovers you've had?
How many other lovers went bad?
Make no exceptions
If you want it to last

Girl, you got to understand him
If you want to keep your man whipped
Follow my 10 commandments
And he'll keep coming back for more
And more and more

Rule number 6
Never mix business with pleasure
Rule number 7
Never move in unless he tell ya

Rule number 8
Never tell your friends about your bedroom
Rule number 9
Never let them know his shoe size

Rule number 10
Should have been rule number 1
'Cos If you give in on the first night
Make sure you ride that thing

Scream his name
And he'll be yours for life
'Cos you know your excited
('Cos you know your excited)

And you just can't fight it
And you wanna tell all your friends
But you've got to make sure loves intact
Because you want him to keep coming back

Girl, you got to understand him
If you want to keep your man whipped
Follow my 10 commandments
And he'll keep coming back for more
And more and more

Girl, you got to understand him
If you want to keep your man whipped
Follow my 10 commandments
And he'll keep coming back for more
And more and more

There's never no such thing as giving him to much
'Cos if you want to wed with your man
You can never give enough
'Cos you get excited

And wanna tell everybody
But you've got to make sure
Loves intact
Then it will help you bring him back

I've been in this thing for years
It made me an animal
Me and my girl
Mo wrote you'll a manual

Step by step booklet for you to keep
Your man in his place
And out the next girls' face
Rule number 1

Never give a dude money
Girl, don't be a dummy
Let the homie, stay bummy
'Cos once he start, he won't stop, that's it

And all he gonna do is spend it on the next chic
Rule number 2
Before you give him some
It's your way

Shoppin', a new car
That's what I call foreplay
Now don't get me wrong
Respect your man

But if dude gets out of line
Then check your man
Rule number 3
Should have been rule number 1

Never go down
Till he licks you round
Your neck, your back, your pussy and ass crack
Rule number 4, 5 and 6

Very important lessons
Keep your man guessing
Never let him see you stressing
And if you love heres 7, 8, 9 and 10

Never ever, ever mess with his friend
See if you follow these
You'll have mad bred
To breaka house on the beach

And mad trips to jacob
He'll be home at night cooking you a steaka
And he'll keep coming back for more
On the wake up

Girl, you got to understand him
If you want to keep your man whipped
Follow my 10 commandments
And he'll keep coming back for more
And more and more

Girl, you got to understand him
If you want to keep your man whipped
Follow my 10 commandments
And he'll keep coming back for more
And more and more

Understand
If you want to keep your man
And you want to hold on to him
Keep your man whipped

Follow my 10 commandments
Ha, you got it
Ha, keep coming back for more
Understand

Keep your man
My command
More and more and more
More and more and more

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10 Million Ways - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: 10 Million Ways
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): Dedrick Rolison, O'Shea Jackson

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Lyric:
'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars

'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars

Tick tock around the clock for the rock ya come see me
Just knock at the door I'll grant your wish like a genie
Strait out to get paid stack the loot that I made
Been slangin' dope out my mammas' house since the 10th grade

Never tried it can't deny it in the tiots was a looter
Used to hang with drive by shooters, stick 'em up for Honda scooters
Never was a scholar make you throw yo hands and holla
Wolla went to Jr. High slangin' joints fo a dollar

Finger waves was the new fad so they spoted a due rags
Niggas got dumped on fo the red or blue rags
Down with the G's so them niggas never serve me
Bellin' through the hood in my honeycomb Jersey

Painter pants cuffed so I fix it on my biscuits
Till my hair get long enough to brade my bitch I'll keep it twisted
It's that nigga runnin' wild punch the pedal to the meadow
And everywhere I go it's a must I keep it ghetto

'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways

'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways

Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it
Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it

24/7 on a 211
Fresh out the county I hunt like a bounty
From 10 to midnight make sure my shit tight
Map out the lick right so that I hit right

I strike to stay alive to be exact need a sack
Can't hack this monkey on my back
So I shot it now you plot it I got it
Exotic to erotic money ho's to narcotics

No preachin' knowledge of self or religion
I'm too busy raisin' pit bulls and pigeons
Put the hustle down steady for the summer
I'm ready way tighter got two birds and a rider

But I'm out fo mo nigga can't get enough doe
Place my hands on the fo fo
Arm robbery is my hobby
So I gotta sickum then lickum now who's my next victim

'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways

'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways

Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it
Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it

Got the plak in the back straight rag top
Peepin' the scene with the gangsta lean
Super clean in and out make you weak at the knees
I watch fo the thieves on my hunt spoke D's

Stereo type foe life from the streets where the palms trees sway
And the money parlay
Fo block niggas got the hoes like sewed up
Bitches on my nuts every since I first showed up

BG nigga with my though skins hangin'
Tryin' to look like my big homies that was bangin'
Slangin' like 90 goin' north with the cavey
Twistin' through the hood in a 83 caddy

Coupe Deville I packs my big still
'Cause it's sittin' on white ones with the two way tight ones
And as I floss I keeps my Nina Ross
Cocked with the clipin' to catch a nigga slippin'

'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways

'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways

(Let me [Incomprehensible] the way)
Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it
(Let me [Incomprehensible] the way)
Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it

'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways

'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways

(Let me [Incomprehensible] the way)
Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it
(Let me [Incomprehensible] the way)
Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it

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1218 - Lyrics - Lil' Rob

Title: 1218
Artist: Lil' Rob
Composer(s): Craig Stevens

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Lyric:
1218
(Lookin' hella mean in my 1218's)
Look, lookin' hella mean in my 1218's
(Lookin' hella mean in my 1218's)

Tighter than some 1218's, two sizes small
(1218)
1218, 1218, look, lookin' hella mean in my 1218's
(Lookin' hella mean in my 1218's)
Tighter than some 1218's, two sizes small
(1218)

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need, the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
LR the great, 1218

Hey, check this out homeboy, I'm back up on the front line
It took some time but shit didn't have to cut lines
Hey, fuck your rhymes if you ever said fuck mine
I'm just playin', we should work on somethin' some time

I don't think so, you burned your bridges here
Rob don't show no love, love ain't fuckin' livin' here
1218, 1218, what's that mean?
Hit the scene, crisp and clean

Clear it all up like antihistamines
I spit so sick it's fuckin' sickening
I spit so sick I think I might need Listerine
Fuck it up whether you like it not

Chances are you're gonna like it a lot, how could you not?
I kid you not, I hit the spot, like I hit the weed
Like a fiend hits the crystal rock
I keep it old school like lockin' and poppin'
Till the day, I'm dropped in a coffin

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
Or think that I'ma quit after all that it costed

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need, the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
LR the great, 1218

Ese Lil Rob's back so you best back the fuck up
Quit your bluffin', poutin', huffin' and puffin'
I come in and keep it all the way live
I'm the vato with the CD that looks like a 45

People mistake me for a criminal
I'm into music though homeboy and I keep it so original
There is no equal, you can't find it
You can add it, divide it, subtract it or multiply it

I'm like a drug you get addicted when you try it
Can't fight the feeling, don't even try to fight it
If you don't like me
It's best to keep it quiet

I can't wait until we wake up the sleeping giant
(Shh)
I stay silent and I don't really like to get violent
So you can tell the real from the fake
I'm real LR the great, 1218

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
Or think that I'ma quit after all that it costed

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need, the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
LR the great, 1218

(Lookin' hella mean in my 1218's)
Look, lookin' hella, mean in my 1218's
(Lookin' hella mean in my 1218's)
Tighter than some 1218's two sizes small

(Lookin' hella mean in my 1218's)
Look, lookin' hella mean in my 1218's
(Lookin' hella mean in my 1218's)
Tighter than some 1218's two sizes small

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
Or think that I'ma quit after all that it costed

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need, the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
LR the great, 1218

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
Or think that I'ma quit after all that it costed

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need, the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
LR the great, 1218

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1 2 3 - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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12 O'Clock - Lyrics - Naked - Marques Houston

Title: 12 O'Clock
Album: Naked
Artist: Marques Houston
Composer(s): Joe Budden, C Bold, C Stokes, Marques Houston

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Lyric:
It's ya boi, M.H.
Joe Budden
(Joey)
We at it again

Ok, I got my bathin' apes, check, outfit, check
No need to iron, might need to iron
Wit these jewels on, it?s likely they'll be iron
Ask mami dancin' beside me if she ridin'

Or what she sippin' on, mink got my fitted on
She somethin' vivid on, we came to get it on
Came to get it on, drink a lil' here
Everybody throw a drink in the air
It's goin' down, come on

I stepped in da party like whoa
What's da deal wit it? Ain't no hands in da air unless it's a drink wit it
Honeys lovin' 'cus they know I rock da bells in here
Thugs wit me 'cus they know I roll wit Kells and dem

Then I spot mami shakin' like a tambourine
Wanna eat it just like a jelly bean
Mami's givin' me all these nasty dreams
And I'm glad I brought my ass to the right party

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no going home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

Stack my chips, make dem hits and
I can tell that y'all love my shit
And got my shirt off, wit my Timbs on
Here all night so you know it's going on

Mami shake it like a tambourine
Wanna eat it just like a tangerine
Mami's givin' me all these nasty dreams
Glad I brought my ass to the right party tonight

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no goin' home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

No more excuses, now in the two doors exclusive
And everything is all inclusive
We can do it all if my boys included
On da phone wit her friends invite 'em all, let's do this

Get things juicy, it's more than enough room in da jacuzzi
For you to lose the feeling of a groupie
Leave ya dude lose the feeling of a hoopty
New Kells playing feelin' on yo' booty

Keys to the Ferrar, leave in the garage
Starts wit a massage, ends wit ménage
Ends in me gettin' da skins to some DeBarge
Just 'cus she tellin' her friends it was garbage

Four a.m., gotta a babe on the cell
Five a.m., on my way to the tel
But then around six, same thing, different chick
XL mag, perfect fit, now to the bridge, let's go

Baby showin' me all these crazy things
Got me nibblin' on her belly ring
'Bout to get into the swing of things
She keep rubbin' againist my swinga thing

We off up in the other room so hot
Shorty's about to take off that pink tank top
All I wanna say is, shorty drop it like it's hot
(Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot)

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no goin' home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no goin' home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

Da, da, da

Rocafella records
MH, Joe Budden
(Joey)
TUG, Chris Stokes, I see you boy
(It's the Roc, you bastards)

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Z - 2 Many Hoes - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - 2 Many Hoes
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Yeah
I ain't tryin' to be rude dude
But give a nigga some space
I ain't tryin' to be rude dude
Just give a nigga some space
Just tryin' to talk honey dog
I ain't got time to waste
(Check it)

Why is you over here lookin' at me
While all these girls up in here?

What you gay? Nigga Jay straight like Indian hair
Y'all don't want me to spray the semi in here
I mean if you a fan I consider you fam'
But shake a nigga hand, but shit God damn
All that
("Do you remember me dawg?")
Nah I'm drawin' a blank
You got me feelin' like a fish, in a fish tank
Just think, if you came to a club
Tryin' to find a little hon for some one-night love
'Stead you got another nigga all up in your mug
You make me uncomfortable thug, go thatta-way

And kill the ice grill homes
'Coz I keep enough heat to melt that away
I came in some sweats, I came to get met
Tryin' to find a chick that make it hard for me to "Next!"
We exit stage left, hope in the Lexus
Treat me like a baby, mouth on her breast-es
May I suggest that it's
A lot of long-legged chicks in short-ass dresses
Go find you one
Go get your dance on, go grind on one, damn
Go find you one
Go get your dance on, go grind on one

Quick question, yo, why you over here?
So many hoes in here
My office hours 9 to 5, whyon'tcha call me there
It's so many hoes in here

I ain't tryin' to be rude dude, whyon'tcha disappear?
There's so many hoes in here
I understand you got issues but I really don't care
There's so many hoes in here

Yea, yea, yea, I know you rap and your sister spit too
You been callin' the office and you can't get through
I understand all that, but now ain't the time
I came to the club to get that off my mind
And all you thugs with your war stories startin' to bore me
I ain't tryin' to hear about your guts and glory
I'm tryin' to hear B.I.G. and some cuts from Nore
And you keep talkin' over the beat like Clue
("Do you remember?")

Go find somethin' to do
You're a janitor, go find somethin' to screw
Disappear like Copperfield, go cop a feel
Play hide and seek witchaself for real, huh
The chick came dressed up just to get messed up
She got her hair done, just to get it sweated up
Shit I'm tryin' to help her out
Whyon'tcha help me out and be out?

Quick question, yo, why you over here?
There's so many hoes in here
My office hours 9 to 5, whyon'tcha call me there
It's so many hoes in here

I ain't tryin' to be rude dude, whyon'tcha disappear?
There's so many hoes in here
I know you got issues homie but I really don't care
There's so many hoes in here

Jeah, jeah, jeah

You're invadin' my space
You need to be easy
You're invadin' my space
You need to be easy

You're invadin' my space
You need to be easy
You're invadin' my space
C'mon dawg, be easy

I don't know why they do that
I don't understand
What you need to do, is

Stop spittin' in my face and go talk to them hoes in here
Stop spittin' in my face and go talk to them hoes in here
Stop spittin' in my face and go talk to them hoes in here
C'mon dawg, stop spittin' in my face and go talk to them hoes in here
Be easy

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2 U - Lyrics - No More Drama - Mary J Blige

Title: 2 U
Album: No More Drama
Artist: Mary J Blige
Composer(s): Mary J Blige, Kiyamma Griffin

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Lyric:
I hope that you've been thinking about me

I hope that you have been thinking of me too
The way that I have been thinking of you
I hope that you have been thinking of me too
The way that I have been thinking of you

Pick up the phone to call you
But I hung up 'cause I'm so afraid
Afraid of rejection
Or another woman in your face

Hopin' all day that you would call me
And that you're thinking of me too
Well, in my case with the game of love
If I played, I would probably lose

I hope that you have been thinking of me too
The way that I have been thinking of you
I hope that you have been thinking of me too
The way that I have been thinking of you

I hope you're thinking of me
And I pray every night, you love me
I don't ever want what we have to end
And I'll always be your friend

Don't you feel me calling from afar
If you don't know, I've been there from the start
As sure as my name is, what it is
You'll always have a place in my heart

I hope that you have been thinking of me too
The way that I have been thinking of you
I hope that you have been thinking of me too
The way that I have been thinking of you

I hope that you have been thinking of me
The way that I have been thinking of you
When I pray every night
That it's me in your dreams when your sleepin'
I really hope that I'm the that you're thinking about

I hope that you have been thinking of me too
(I hope that, I hope that you've been thinking)
The way that I have been thinking of you
(All the time, can't get you off my mind baby)
I hope that you have been thinking of me too
The way that I have been thinking of you

See I hope that it's you
And I hope that you are, baby
Thinking of me too

See, I hope that you are
Ooh, you're thinking of me
I need for you to think about me
Like I think about you, baby

I hope that it's you
And I hope that you're thinking of
Thinking of, thinking of me too

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4 Camels - Lyrics - Early Recordings - Joan Osborne

Title: 4 Camels
Album: Early Recordings
Artist: Joan Osborne
Composer(s): Joan Osborne

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Lyric:
August in the city 90 degrees
The streets are full of arms and legs
The audience is hangin' on the corner
Just waitin' for some bones to beg

The sniper and the moving target
I can't talk talk until my face turn blue
Hey girl, you, girl put that right here
This what I'll do to you

I live, I live, I live on this street, oh yeah
I live, I live, I live on this street

The dogs are speakin' the men are howlin'
When we take our parts out for a walk
I could say, I should say, I would say
Does your mama know about the way you talk

Somewhere in Egypt I'm worth 4 camels
A strong healthy girl like me
On 42nd Street it's a quarter to look
But the women outside are free

I live, I live, I live, I live on this street
Oh I, I live on this street, yeah

[Incomprehensible]
All that he can't see, baby
Let us, let you stay girl
[Incomprehensible]

Ruler of the pavement
He owns all that he can see
On 42nd Street it's a quarter to look
But the women outside are free

I live
I live, I live, I live on this street
[Incomprehensible]
I live on this street, oh no, I livin'
I live on this street
[Incomprehensible]
I live, I live, I live on this street

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4 My Man - Lyrics - Cookbook - Missy Elliott

Title: 4 My Man
Album: Cookbook
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Melissa Elliott, Izzy Avila, Craig Brockman, Jig Iriandaise, Alan Stivell, Bobby Ross Jr Avila

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Lyric:
Like your name is Missy Elliot
My name is Fantasia Barrino
And what I can give, is Fantasia Barrino
Holla at your girl
Two thousand five, whoo

Wake up in the mornin' with my man next to me
Up all night like we've been on that ecstasy
Mixed with Hennessey, he got the remedy
Yeah my nigga into me, I can't say it simply

We, take a quick shower for the hour conversation
Time to have relation, love makin' in the basement
Smack it up, flip it up, crush it
One minute, two minute, I was no question

Who would ever think that I'd be givin' up the goodies
Walkin' 'round naked in a pair of pink footies
Just like them hoes at the shows
Half-dressed clothes doin' whatever, who knows

Nah, I only get freaky with him
No menage-a-trois, not freaky with them
It's just me and my man
Yes, said me and my man

4 my man, I'll do whatever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it make me do thangs
4 my man, I'll last forever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it won't never change

I'm never insecure when we not together
Even though he tell me he in love with Ciara
I'm from a new era and I bring terror
To any chick who check my fella when we together, so

He treat me like a Cinderella, yup
Protect me from the storm like he my umbrella
This fella deserve primo stellar, he be a Roc-A-Fella
Not to Jay-Z and Dame but the charm on the chain be platinum

Jacob Roley lookin' sporty, [Incomprehensible]
Money stackin' keep track and I fax him
If I can't find his ass then his ass out of gas
He only gettin' one pass

My man, is my man and nobody else's
Damn right, I hope y'all felt this
Old ladies 'round the coast-es
You better get focuses 'fore you ever try to approacheth

4 my man, I'll do whatever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it make me do thangs
4 my man, I'll last forever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it won't never change

See when you in love you might have to say it
Don't say you won't, never say you won't
You might get real mad, wan' act all bad
Act up in the street, a few chicks you gotta beat

'Cause they disrespect
Clockin' your man from his feets to his neck, uhh
You gotta let her know that's a no-no, slap her real slow
With a right blow whichever way it go and keep it gangster

Show these bitches that you can't come
Yank 'em, point blank 'em, top rank 'em
I ride for my nigga and I'm happy with the trigger
Scared how you figure?

My man, say it time again
Say my man, my man again
I say my man, it's just me and my man
Said for me and my man

4 my man, I'll do whatever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it make me do thangs
4 my man, I'll last forever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it won't never change

That's my man
Yes it is
This love

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4.W.D. (Low Ratio) - Lyrics - A - Jethro Tull

Title: 4.W.D. (Low Ratio)
Album: A
Artist: Jethro Tull
Composer(s): Billy Troy, Byron Hill

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Lyric:
Met a man just the other day
Said, his name was Jim, boy, won't you take a look
Got a car for you it's a real steal
Cleaned it right down new brakes, clutch and here's the hook

Yes, it's a 4.W.D., 4.W.D., 4.W.D., 4.W.D.
(Don't wake me up, don't wake me up )

Cash to Jim, I took it home
Through the deep mud plugged, happy as a boy in sand
Fitted wide tires, spotlight, a winch as well
And some brush bars up front to complete the plan

Now, it's really a 4.W.D., 4.W.D., 4.W.D., 4.W.D.
(Don't wake me up, don't wake me up )
4.W.D., 4.W.D., 4.W.D., 4.W.D.
(Don't wake me up, don't wake me up )

Take you down to the edge of town
Where the road stops, we start to hold the ground
Well, I'm blessed got traction in a special way
Hold the roll bar, slide back, feel me pull it round

Let me show you my 4.W.D., 4.W.D., 4.W.D., 4.W.D.
(Don't wake me up, don't wake me up )

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5 Minutes - Lyrics - Lil' Mo

Title: 5 Minutes
Artist: Lil' Mo
Composer(s): Gerard Thomas, Kelly Cherelle Price, Melissa A Elliott, Donald L Holmes

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Lyric:
Yes
You have just entered the year 2000
And they've just arrived
Ready to take us outer space
To another planet

Where there's only one club
And one disco, ooh
And they wanna show us how
They boogie

Got a strange call from a girl in the midst of the night
She said, you better call your man 'cause he sleepin' right here tonight
So I put on my coat and my hat and then put on my shoes, yeah yeah
I said, "Bitch don't you move 'cause I'll be seeing you soon"
It only took me

In five minutes, I was knockin' at the door
In two minutes, I had her on the floor
In one minute, I was fightin' wit' my man
Yes I did it and I told his tail to scram

In five minutes, I was knockin' at the door
In two minutes, I had her on the floor
In one minute, I was fightin' wit' my man
Yes I did it and I told his tail to scram

Saw a few scratches on my car just the other day, yeah yeah yeah
Neighbor around my way, said she saw you drivin' away
So I put two together and I found myself ready to go, whoa whoa
Before she even knew it, I was comin' down the road
It only took me

In five minutes, I was knockin' at the door
In two minutes, I had her on the floor
In one minute, I was fightin' wit' my man
Yes I did it, and I told his tail to scram

In five minutes, I was knockin' at the door
In two minutes, I had her on the floor
In one minute, I was fightin' wit' my man
Yes I did it, and I told his tail to scram

Be a hoe, I'm kickin' you up out the door
I hope you know like Coolio, you gotta go
Don't even think I'm gonna let you hang around
Got your drawz down lookin' stupid like a clown

Be a hoe, I'm kickin' you up out the door
I hope you know like Coolio, you gotta go
Don't even think I'm gonna let you hang around
Got your drawz down lookin' stupid like a clown

In five minutes, I was knockin' at the door
In two minutes, I had her on the floor
In one minute, I was fightin' wit' my man
Yes I did it, and I told his tail to scram

In five minutes, I was knockin' at the door
In two minutes, I had her on the floor
In one minute, I was fightin' wit' my man
Yes I did it, and I told his tail to scram

In five minutes, I was knockin' at the door
In two minutes, I had her on the floor
In one minute, I was fightin' wit' my man
Yes I did it, and I told his tail to scram

In five minutes, I was knockin' at the door
In two minutes, I had her on the floor
In one minute, I was fightin' wit' my man
Yes I did it, and I told his tail to scram

Freaky freaky, yes
It's the year 2000
And they will be back
To take us to outer space
To their planet

Where there's only one club
Where there's only one disco
And you know what they wanna show us
Ooh, you know what they wanna show us
How they boogie
(Yo, yo, yo)

Yo, don't know what they told you, but they done told you wrong
Bet I go back and tell 'em again and make sure you here it all
Don't come up in my Mellinium talkin' 'bout girl, this my song
If you don't know how to bounce to this then try to play it off

It's just like a movie, everybody wanna see
In the 2 G, how she dress like me
They say, "Who's she?", She's fly as can be
Got a groupie, off a hoochie

I got lucci, mad cheese in the bank
And my crew be, straight flossin' wit' me
Even hootie, wanna blow like me
Heard he wanna be a Lil' mo like me, what

Check it out now
Break it down now

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9 Teen 90 Nine - Lyrics - Significant Other - Limp Bizkit

Title: 9 Teen 90 Nine
Album: Significant Other
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): John Otto, Fred Durst, Wes Borland, Sam Rivers

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Lyric:
Bring it on

Fame, you're claimin'
Is the top of the world
But this stage, I'm claimin'
Is the top of the world
And love, I'm feelin'
When you people connect
And if you're out in the crowd
You're gettin' more than respect
And if you're wonderin'
I got plenty of flows
I'm makin' plenty of friends
And many are foes

But as the audience grows
Security knows
Stoppin' me now is kinda serious
No use in dreadin'
What they call Armageddon
I think we made it through the slump
But who really cares
Where we're headin'?
'Cause now you motherfuckers
Got a reason to jump

So lets make somethin' out of it
This way we can all relate
Worldwide, we collide
This is how we communicate
So lets make somethin' out of it
Whoever thought we would see the day?
I can't believe we did it
So lets drift away

Hate, a feelin'
I don't really get
And hate, can get you
In some serious shit
Time, is somethin'
That may change me
But I can't change time
So fuck it
I've been stumblin'
Through these thoughts

And about the fact
That I could be delirious
But as the audience grows
Security knows
Stoppin' me now is kinda serious
No use in dreadin'
What they call Armageddon
I think we made it through the slump
But who really cares
Where we're headin'?
'Cuz now you motherfuckers
Got a reason to jump

So lets make somethin' out of it
This way we can all relate
Worldwide, we collide
This is how we communicate
So lets make somethin' out of it
Whoever thought we would see the day?
I can't believe we did it
So lets drift away

Hey, sing
We see good things change
And good things go away
We see good things waste
And we taste, the pain
What we need is a place to
Escape from today, right
What we need is a place to
Escape from today, right

Yea
Bring it on
(Bring it on)
Bring it on
(Bring it on)
Bring it on
(Bring it on)
Bring it on
(Bring it on)

You wanna be down with the G shock
Fuck the glam rock
Assed out like Ken Shamrock
MC's detest me
Wanna chest to chest me
But I ain't all about that

You gotta be down with the G shock
Fuck the glam rock
Assed out like Ken Shamrock
MCs' detest me
Wanna chest to chest me
But you don't want none of that

Yea
Where we at?
(Where we at?)
Where we at?
(Where we at?)
Where we at?
(Where we at?)
Where we at?
(Where we at?)

Where we at?
(Where we at?)
Where we at?
(Where we at?)
Where we at?
(Where we at?)
Where we at?
(Where we at?)

Don't stop
It's 9 teen 90 nine
Don't stop
It's 9 teen 90 nine
Baby

{My Billy goat, was feeling fine
He ate my shirt, remember that?
Right off the line
Look at me, I'm singin' to you}

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A Break In The Clouds - Lyrics - Jayhawks

Title: A Break In The Clouds
Artist: Jayhawks
Composer(s): Gary Michael Louris, Marc Perlman, Karen Louise Grotberg, Timothy James O'Reagan

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Lyric:
I just want to remember you
The way you're standing there
With that hurry home looks in your eyes
And flowers on the table

Sometimes I see too much
Sometimes I see too little
Sometimes shadows fall, darken all
And cover up the fable

Every time that I see your face
It's like cool, cool water running down my back
Cool, cool water running down my back

Sometimes I see my memories
Like a film that never stops
Although I know how it ends
Still I can't help but watch

There's a break in the clouds
As I feel myself shiver
Still there's no light coming through
No reflection on the river

Every time that I see your face
It's like cool, cool water running down my back
Cool, cool water running down my back

Every time that I see your face
It's like cool, cool water running down my back
Cool, cool water running down my back

Cool, cool water running down my back
Cool, cool water running down my back
Cool, cool water running down my back

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Across The Border - Lyrics - Mase

Title: Across The Border
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Stason Betha, Andre Hudson, Julio Colon, Mason Betha, Chauncey Hawkins, Michael Foster

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Lyric:
Uh, uh
It was the middle of June, me and my grandmama
Had some free time, flew to Panama
I was playin' the bar, sippin' a Margarita
When this chick from Argentina, her name Armenita

She told me, "You could make some fast cash
You help me change my name from Vasquez to your name"
"Take me to your domain"
"Trick, you must be out yo' brain"

She said, "It's no game, my pops got tons of cocaine
And you could have some if you get me on your plane"
I said, "Here the dealie, you sound silly
Think hard, there gotta be another way to get you a green card"

Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you we gon' see the world
It'd be like paradise, baby

"Rosalie, you don't know who I suppose to be
But whatever you wanna be you can come go wit' me"
Her last thoughts thinking I'mma get her a passport
"Whatever you need ma, just ask for"

Now she lunch meat, she look at J like she home free
"J, can you really get me in your country?"
"No lie, I can do whatever I mo' tie, so fly"
Mami started offering me chochas

Certainly the way she flirt wit' me
If I get her in the US she work for free
Though she nice to me, I'm runnin' twice the G
For the right price she could be a wife to me

Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
It'd be like paradise, baby

Hey girl, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
But if you cross me, you lost me forever, baby

I got a girl out in Asia, name Malaysia
Who was a real bad chick that owns a bodega
She wanted me to save her and make her life greater
'Cuz her dad hates her and rapes her
She tried to get some paper

"When you wanna leave, I'mma take ya
In fact, pack ya things, I got a crib in Jamaica
Mami, mi casa a su casa
We could do the salsa so, que pasa?"

She said she had money but it was all in trust funds
But I could get a lump sum if I can get her through customs
"So bring the cake, we gon' swing outta state
I'mma make you dream when you awake"
Yo loon, sing the break, what?

Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
It'd be like paradise, baby

In the middle of Nicaragua, met a mami named Talia
Weren't plain, then I caught a boat wit' this dumb dame
An immigrant, marry her, make her legitimate
Illiterate mess wit' Hud, she don't consider it

She said, "Pa, llevame contigo
Lean dough and I'mma pay yo' peoples"
This retard chick started looking at me hard
She gassed up thinkin' I'mma get her a green card

And she don't know that she ain't coming wit' me
And I don't stuck up for some hundreds of G's
And while I see her standing there lookin' around
Huddy took the money, slid outta town, what? Uh?

Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
It'd be like paradise, baby

Hey girl, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
But if you cross me, you lost me forever, baby

I mean this
Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
It'd be like paradise, baby

Hey girl, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
But if you cross me, you lost me forever, baby

I mean this
Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
It'd be like paradise, baby

Hey girl, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
But if you cross me, you lost me forever, baby

I mean this
Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
It'd be like paradise, baby

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Act A Fool - Lyrics - King Tee

Title: Act A Fool
Artist: King Tee
Composer(s): R (King Tee) Mcbride, M (Dj Pooh) Jordan

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Lyric:
It's Friday night on the streets of L.A.
I'm goin' out, been hangin' 'round the house all day
So, I take me a shower, dress like a big daddy
Stop at the Arco, put some gas in my caddy

Armor on my wheels, shine up my daytons
Check my 12-gage, I see jackers just waitin'
Got in my car, rolled up the tinted glass
Looked for my Zapp tape to pop in my dash

Can't find it, forget it, went under my seat
Found my old fired tape of the song 'Knee Deep'
So, I popped it in, then I pumped it up
Love hearin' funk because disco sucks

Body got chills when the basses started poundin'
I took off because I'm goin' to town and
Won't be back till mornin', don't have to go to school
Better get ready, I'm finna act a fool

The way I [Incomprehensible]

Now, I'm on the move, got a grand in my pocket
Reached for my phone, plugged it in the socket
Heard the dial tone, so I dialed up Aladdin
He answered the phone and said, "What's up?" I said, "What's happenin?"

He said, "Where you been? I been tryin' to get in touch
The party's in Watts," I said, "I don't give a fuck
If you wanna go, just wear neutral colors
If anybody asks you, just tell 'em you're my brother"

Stopped at the store to buy me a Cisco
A 40 ounce and some crackers by Nabisco
Amount and I pulled out a 10
And said, "Fuck it, Supersacco and gin
I'm finna act a fool"

Now, I'm drivin' down Compton on my way to get Aladdin
Feelin' like a pimp till my tape started draggin'
It's a old tape anyway, it ain't no thing
Pulled it out and slapped in Dana Dane

Got to Aladdin's house and I honked my horn
He said, "When we comin' back?" I said, "6 in tha morn"
So, he got in the car, lookin' half-dead
So, I gave him my Cisco and took the 40 to the head

Now, I'm feelin' tipsy and I'm headed for Watts
But wait, what do I see sittin' at the bus stop?
Sexy Susanna had a butt that kills
Pretty long hair but they say it's not real

Aladdin yelled, she threw a rock at my glass
So, I got out my car and drop-kicked her ass
I checked out my window, everything was cool
She was lucky, I was nice and I didn't act a fool

We finally arrived at the party, drunk as a jerk
Got out my car, pressed the kit, so the alarm, would chirp
After that we made our way, I tried not to fall
Couldn't walk a straight line if they let me crawl

Got to the door and what spots my eye?
My homeboy, Mr. Prince, and he's smokin' some Thai
So, I stumbled his way and said, "Hey, pass the jay"
I took a hit for my mouth spray

This girl asked me to dance but I told the hoe no
'Cause she was on my tip cause of my big gold rope
But it seems she got offended, that's splendid
Before she starts somethin', I just slap her and end it

'Cause I feel like a gangster and I just don't care
About a girl with fake drag, fake eyes, fake hair
Fake clothes, fake nails and all that fake jewelry
All she wanna do is tell her friends that she screwed me

I get nutty, act a fool when I want to
Run up when I'm drunk and I just might pump you
Take your car, your wife, keep talkin', your life
Beat you down, like your down and have you smokin' the pipe
Do you know why? Do you know, do you know why? 'Cause I'm cool

Well, kill me
Shoot me, muthafucka
I gotcha
Oh, goddamn

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Actin' Up - Lyrics - MH - Marques Houston

Title: Actin' Up
Album: MH
Artist: Marques Houston
Composer(s): Dreux Frederic, Jerome Jones, Thabiso Nkhereanye, Patrick Smith, Christopher Stewart

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Lyric:
Yeah
Just let it ride
Check it

She's complicated, it's so frustrating
Sometimes I think that this girl is crazy
Can't explain it, [Incomprehensible]
Screams my name, I can't let her go

First we kiss and then we fight
[Incomprehensible] off the chain every night
Shorty knows what I like
And I can't get it off my mind

Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad
She treats me so damn bad
She's still the best I ever had
That's why she's got me

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

Infatuated, intoxicated
Got me buggin', gotta love her
I be stressed, I'm such a mess
I'm next to you, makes no sense at all

In the morning, in the evening
Sweating you 'cause I believe
What you give from head to toe
Me and you, girl, let's get it on

Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad
She treats me so damn bad
She's still the best I ever had
That's why she got me

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

FIZZ
Ay yo, ay yo, the great's is back
What?
Oh no, oh no, it's Fizz in the back
What?
The clock is tickin'
Y'all shouldn't have started slippin'
Puttin' us together, man, what was y'all thinkin'?

Now she got me finin'
Man, she got me thinkin'
The way that thing is shakin'
It's got me double blinkin'
Oh no man, she's so incredible
The way she bring it up and bring it back to the floor, oh

How she acting has got me reacting
If she is somebody's girl
I'm guess Fizz is jacking
Leaving us alone ain't no telling what could happen
All you fellas reppin', Lil' Fizz is packin'
What?

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

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Acute Schizophrenia Paranoia Blues - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: Acute Schizophrenia Paranoia Blues
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
I'm too terrified to walk out of my own front door
They're demonstrating outside, I think they're gonna start the third world war
And I've been to my local head shrinker, to help classify my disease
He said it's one of the many cases of acute schizophrenia he sees

Well the milkman's a spy, and the grocer keeps on following me
And the woman next door's an undercover for the K.G.B.
The man from the Social Security keeps on invading my privacy
Oh, there ain't no cure for acute schizophrenia disease

I've got acute schizophrenia, paranoia too
Schizophrenia, schizophrenia
I've got it, you've got it, we can't lose
Acute schizophrenia blues

Lost on the river, the river of no return
I can't make decisions, I don't know which way I'm gonna turn
Even my old dad, lost some of the best friends he ever had
Apparently, his was a case of acute schizophrenia too

I got acute schizophrenia, paranoia too
Schizophrenia, schizophrenia
I've got it, you've got it, we can't lose

They're watching my house, they're tapping my telephone
I can't trust nobody, but I'm much too scared to be on my own
There ain't no satisfaction and there ain't no remedy
No there ain't no cure for acute schizophrenia disease

No there ain't no cure for schizophrenia disease

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Adam And Eve - Lyrics - Jane Siberry

Title: Adam And Eve
Artist: Jane Siberry
Composer(s): Jane Siberry

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Lyric:
I will have a cup of tea
I will wash the cup
I will place it on the dish-rack
I will wait for it to dry

I will have another cup of tea
I'll drink it up, I'll wash the cup
I'll place it on the drainboard
I wonder if it's dry

Oh, give me a home
Where the buffalo roam
And the apples go rolling the other way

There are ten neighbors
Walking up my driveway
All dressed in black
Carrying carnations and waving recipes

And I tell each of them
If I could only have
Everything they have
Then I know that I'd finally be happy

Oh, give me a home
Did someone call the police?

And Adam would never have had
If he hadn't have had Eve

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A.D.I.D.A.S - Lyrics - Killer Mike

Title: A.D.I.D.A.S
Artist: Killer Mike
Composer(s): Antwan Patton, Michael Santigo Render, David A Sheats

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Lyric:
Pussy nigga what you doin'

(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
The way you move your sexy groove
I've got my mind all over you
(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
You say you were so sick of it
I'm tired of jackin' off 'cause you ain't there

65 Chevrolet Ipmala peachy cream
Cruisin' down the street like two fingers
'Cause the ivory is clean
Talkin' 'bout meetin' at the MC room
On the inside of the ship
Not a honey dip to hunt on
'Cause she mobile than a grip
Or the blue man group
Caught out on the Vegas strip
Tell em' a good game, Juju pimpin'
Give em' to my nigga dime legit

Boss lips, legs, arms, necks
Hip dips, hair net, mo' stretch
It's a camel toe and thats fo' sho
My brain is on one track
Like Mary, Mary toss for crackle like a rock star does for smack
None of that but the female genatalia's where it's at
I'm a man and I demand a wo-man for that act
Personal preference 'cause I use the law of nature as a reference
No I don't ever recall seein' a man turn up pregnant
But that's just me from them female fantasies frolic freely
In my cock pit, every 30 some seconds I can't stop it

(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
The way you move your sexy groove
I've got my mind all over you
(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
You say you were so sick of it
I'm tired of jackin' off 'cause you ain't there

Killer kill from Adamsville and in a Bonneville I chill
Heffers call me Black-n-Decker, I don't screw them hoes I drill
I've been cuttin' cute lil' coochies since before the record deal
Catch me daydreamin' 'bout them, thick, medium, or slim
Doctors call the thing vagina, in the hood we call it trim
White boys call it snatch, Puerto Ricans call it chocha
Nathaniel likes his white, I like mine dark as cola
It's the first thing on my mind in the morn' when I roll over
All men young or old in the end it's what we after
Even my grandpappy's happy, he got prescribed viagra

{Grandaddy, grandaddy
What's up? What's up? It's me
Hey let me get about three of them blue diamonds
I promise I got you some tomorrow}

(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
The way you move your sexy groove
I've got my mind all over you
(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
You say you were so sick of it
I'm tired of jackin' off 'cause you ain't there

When I drill, I don't spill, even if she's on the pill
Keep my weapon covered, concealed, and in a shield
'Cause I don't need that AIDS
A D and an a missin' out my Adidas
Plus, we don't need no DNA mixin' between us
We just need to keep this thing friendly and hush hush
On the down low, like R. Kelly and youngsters
But over eighteen only 'cause baby I'm no perv
From the tour bus to the lobby, elevator to the room
We can jump each others bones but there's no jumpin' brooms

{Buffoon you are too consumed in the womb
It is too early for you to jump the broom, boom}

(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
The way you move your sexy groove
I've got my mind all over you
(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
You say you were so sick of it
I'm tired of jackin' off 'cause you ain't there

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