Ain'T No Click - Lyrics - The Hunger for More - Lloyd Banks

Title: Ain'T No Click
Album: The Hunger for More
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): M. Bernard, Kejuan W Muchita, C. Lloyd

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Lyric:
Yeah nigga fuckin' back hunger for more
Tony's home yo Banks I told these niggas man
Y'all done fucked up now
Here we go

Ain't no click like the one I'm with
If the drama gets thick it's the guns I get
G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
If you ain't reppin' where you from this is

We gettin' doe everywhere we go
And it's killin' 'em slow just to hear me blow
G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
If you ain't reppin' where you from sit down

By now I know you done seen me
On your stadium or TV with three eighty on the E.V
I skeet babies on your breezy and I ain't stoppin'
Only Jake the Jacob could freeze me

Leaves me and it's bye, bye gone
We got guns like Popeye arms
I put a ring on their finger but the rats still askin'
'Coz there's one in all they mind I'm the Rap Phil Jackson and

I built a rep for murderin' every Whoo Kid
Kayslay and Big Mike admit it the kid tight
And you ain't even put up a fight
So it's back to da amatures wrapped in ya sandwiches

I'm hot now so the rats wanna stand with us
They hop in the van with us and clap on cameras
I hit the clubs now I'm back tourin' Canadas
Amongst weed smokers and crap floor gamblers

Ain't no click like the one I'm with
If the drama gets thick it's the guns I get
G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
If you ain't reppin' where you from this is

We gettin' doe everywhere we go
And it's killin' 'em slow just to hear me blow
G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
If you ain't reppin' where you from sit down

Make sure the birds don't get brought to 'em
I watched Kobe go from the basketball court to the courtroom
Go ahead try to do me harm soldier
You'll be in a black bag like grass out the lawnmower

And I'll be damn if I co-sign a old snitch
That was gang bangin' when jaws was a goldfish
I'm the name they all screamin' on the street
For bullyin' the bassline and leanin' on the beat

I'm well known now so you see me on the creeps
Schemin' on a freak fan blade leanin' on a jeep
Ain't walkin' with the fire so if you say Banks in ya verse
Then you better be talkin' bout Tyra

From PA to LA, Atlanta to Texas
Nashville to Memphis my buzz is tremendous
I pass through the city slow but the hit the gas on the silly hoe
Dumps like ass in my video

Ain't no click like the one I'm with
If the drama gets thick it's the guns I get
G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
If you ain't reppin' where you from this is

We gettin' doe everywhere we go
And it's killin' 'em slow just to hear me blow
G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
If you ain't reppin' where you from sit down

A'yo, uno, duexo, troiso, quatreo
My clique eat like the 12 holy apostles
And bust down models in flushed out tahoes
Jewels froze look like we hit the lotto

P89 my clique filled wit hollows
Stun in the club get hit with yellow bottles
Don't speak ma if your neck don't swallow
'Coz 50 push Bentleys and Dre push Diablos

That Eminem money got cash in my eskro
Screws Mcduck say swimmin' in my cash flow
Yay rappers cracked man I got the best blow
Best flow Banks put me in the booth let's go

Think like castro the games in a lasso
Don't jump in the Benz without steps on the petro
God gave me this flow so I am special
And 16 bars nigga I'm finished Finito

Ain't no click like the one I'm with
If the drama gets thick it's the guns I get
G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
If you ain't reppin' where you from this is

We gettin' doe everywhere we go
And it's killin' 'em slow just to hear me blow
G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
If you ain't reppin' where you from sit down

We told y'all muthafuckaz man
Y'all niggaz look like us and smell like us
But you're not us man
Lloyd Banks, hunger for fore we back nigga
50 the general Young dezzy Buck
Game the rap game is ours nigga
Hunger for more Rider music nigga
This for them Gangsta them generals them comrades
This is Rida music

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Alright - Lyrics - Rhythm Nation 1814 - Janet Jackson

Title: Alright
Album: Rhythm Nation 1814
Artist: Janet Jackson
Composer(s): Terry Lewis, James (Iii) Harris, Janet Damita Jo Jackson

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Lyric:
Baby, baby [Incomprehensible]
(Alright baby)

Seeing that your love's true
Never I'll doubt you
My heart belongs to you
That's alright with me

Worlds could end around me
So in love that I can't see
You and me were meant to be
That's alright with me

Friends come and friends may go
My friend, you're real I know
True self you have shown
You're alright with me

Through thick and thick to thin
I'll love you till the end
You know it's true my friend
You're alright with me

Alright with me
(Alright with me)
Alright with me

Alright with me
(Alright with me)
Alright with me
(Alright with me)

Catch a fallin' star that shines
Make a wish clap three times
Dreams come true it's in the mind
That's alright with me

Your wish is my command
Never thought I'd fall in love again
Again with my best friend
That's alright with me

Friends come and friends may go
My friend, you're real I know
True self you have shown
You're alright with me

Through thick and thick to thin
I'll love you till the end
You know it's true my friend
You're alright with me

Always and everlasting
This love is just not passing
We're happy as can be
Alright with me

Alright with me
(Alright with me)
Alright with me

Alright with me
(Alright with me)
Alright with me
(Alright)

It's alright, baby
It's alright, I tell you that it's alright with me

Worlds could end around me
So in love, I can't see
You and me were meant to be
That's your love's alright with me

Alright with me
It's alright now, alright
Baby, baby, baby, babe
Baby, baby, baby, babe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Bounce With Me - Lyrics - Beware Of Dog - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Bounce With Me
Album: Beware Of Dog
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Da Brat Bryan Michael Cox

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Lyric:
See around here
I make things that make y'all bounce
Ya know?
Ya know what I mean?
Left to right, right to left
It's so so def
And uh it's goin' down
Ya know what I mean?
My man bow wow
Bow wow, yeah hear me now
Yeah ya heard?
Let's go, let's go, let's go

Around here we pop them collars
Around here we get them dollars
Every girl I see that look right
A nigga like me just gotta holla
This kid here all about stackin' up
Got big head but we can back it up
Long 'cause everybody get crunk
When we drop in the club starts acting up
I represent the s o s o, d e f m o b
That's me, J D, da brat, and J E
So please believe
What I do ain't never been done
Ohio is where I'm from
I heard what you said
And I saw what you do
And y'all playas really don't want none
From the day to the night, I rock
Say what you like, never not
Stayin' alive, living the life
Gots to keep it hot
Shotgun in the drop
Riding good, twenties, TV's, leather and wood
Poppin', watching big momma
Holdin' it down like a playa should
Sing a long now

All I wanna do is see ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Grab a partner hit the floor
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Some clap, clap others stomp
But around here we get it crunk when ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
All I wanna do is see ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Grab a partner hit the floor
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Some clap, clap others stomp
But around here we get it crunk when ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me

It's the B to the O W
Wow even your girl fall in love
When I smile
The tight little guy you ain't seen in a while
Ignore the hype, just right for you size
I get in where I fit in
Braided up, made the bucks
And I'm still a kid
Imagine what life like when I get big
I'm ma be rich surrounded by chicks
Couple of cars, couple of cribs
Gettin' a couple of mills
Shining every time I feel
You see how so so get ill
You don't want no stuff up in here
Bow to the wow, in your ear now
I get down 'cause I'm hit bound
And I rock an iced out Mickey Mouse around my neck
And I hang on niggas like Vince Carter
With my arm in the net
And I outta snatch up your daughters
But I was brought up with respect
When I turn sixteen I'm ma call her though
And show her how to ride with a baller yo
Let her know why it wouldn't hurt her
To fall in love with a nigga like me along time ago
Sing a long now

All I wanna do is see ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Grab a partner hit the floor
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Some clap, clap others stomp
But around here we get it crunk when ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
All I wanna do is see ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Grab a partner hit the floor
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Some clap, clap others stomp
But around here we get it crunk when ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me

I, I, I wanna see you bounce with me now
Take, take, take it down to the ground with me now
Shake, shake, shake it all around the town with me now
What'cha gon do shorty, what'cha gon do

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

Title: Changes
Album: What the Game's Been Missing!
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Martell Nelson, Rashad Robinson, Laron L. James, Sekou Reaves

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Lyric:
I want you to sing
Life changes on a daily basis, every minute every

Life changes on a daily basis
Every minute, every hour still we try to save it

Life changes on a daily basis
Every minute, every hour still we try to save it
But I gotta keep moving and make it
Heaven good, Lord knows life is crazy

Happy New Year people, the ball done dropped
Guess, you can say the New Year's legal
Shit, my resolution was
Do everything I been doing, better than I usually does

My momma knew I was
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness
My first album was too far fetched for the matrix
Now it's all simple, checkers and basics

21 blackjack, check for the aces
21 cats act, I'm checkin' for faces
Brought 21 gats back like them was the faces
21 gats clap left em' in braces

With his shoes tied but he never had laces
We was just trying to barbecue out there
But he started like I wouldn't start a barbecue out there
Like I wouldn't make him dodge a few out there
Good thing, the car was parked out there

Life changes on a daily basis
Every minute, every hour still we try to save it
But I gotta keep moving and make it
Heaven good, Lord knows life is crazy

Life changes on a daily basis
Every minute, every hour still we try to save it
But I gotta keep moving and make it
Heaven good, Lord knows life is crazy

Yo, I'm just trying to enjoy the fun in my life
Plus now I got a li'l son in my life
That's the one in my life that keeps me up in the night
Writing these rhymes so he can live a comfortable life

Cam got to feed him and li'l Cam
Jim got to feed him and li'l Jim
Zeke got to feed him and li'l Zeke
Now I got to feed me and li'l me

And these kids eat like li'l beasts
They grow every hour, need clothes every hour
That's why I got to make dough every hour
Do a show every hour, hit the road every hour

Two flights a day, I'm in states so far
That if you drove it'll be two nights away
Who nice as me shit blue ice on me
And when I land shit new viper gray

Life changes on a daily basis
Every minute, every hour still we try to save it
But I gotta keep moving and make it
Heaven good, Lord knows life is crazy

Life changes on a daily basis
Every minute, every hour still we try to save it
But I gotta keep moving and make it
Heaven good, Lord knows life is crazy

Yo, yo, I'm so great when I do it
I sold flame to the fluid, lit it made it my music, that's fire
Who could deny it, who could apply it
Same pressure that I do, if you could, then try it

Shit, you just tryin' to flood the pipe
I'm tryin' to apply so much pressure that I bust the pipe
And I done bust the pipe wide open 'cause
Life changes on a daily basis 'cause

I'm just tryin' to feed my family
Just tryin' to be all I can be
Just tryin' to survive these crazy streets
Times is hard but it's gonna get better, trust me

I've been struggling all my life
Makin' these songs to get these right
In studios morning till night
But I know it's gon be alright

Life changes on a daily basis
Every minute, every hour still we try to save it
But I gotta keep moving and make it
Heaven good, Lord knows life is crazy

Life changes on a daily basis
Every minute, every hour still we try to save it
But I gotta keep moving and make it
Heaven good, Lord knows life is crazy

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Clap - Lyrics - Infamy - Mobb Deep

Title: Clap
Album: Infamy
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan Muchita, Albert Johnson, J Williams

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Lyric:
Clap

Yo, some niggas need the Henney to endure the drama
All I need is information on your crib and armour
When it comes to creepin' niggas know that I'm the father
Need guns get your own gats and never charter
Like a fucked up barber I push your wig farther
Pull strings have you gettin' clapped and things
My gat is freaky to lick more than any shorty's tongue ring
Any nigga threatenin' my life's a done deal

Watch a bitch get her fill
Then she snitch and squeal
Blow a nigga have 'em leakin' to the court of appeal
Serchin' for Hav is like a search through fog
How you like to make a last pit stop at the morgue
Niggas wanna spread their wings then I'm clippin' 'em off
Niggas wanna spread rumors I shoot their mouth off
And clap a bastard in the first degree

Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
And clap a bastard in the first degree

Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
And clap a nigga in the first degree

Yo, yo, you 'bout to be another dead rapper but who know
Maybe its us, maybe its them other crews
We'll see, 'til then, all I know is how to get the guns in
And give it to a nigga good when he startin'
Fuck that, fuck y'all, fuck all of this shit
Y'all better protect that boy, I'll murder that kid
You got jokes but ain't nobody over here laughin'
All you get is standin' ovation with mack 10's

45ths and more shit we applaud it
Niggas runnin' wit cops, scared to go to war with
Some real rap niggas, we'll catch you at the source awards
From gettin' at this nigga, pardon my force
You better get from around that nigga or you catchin' it too
Your power is no match for my strength of wolves
Nigga we came into this game on this drama shit
More money more murder that's how we live it

More diamonds more guns is the beginnin'
More of this gangsta shit can wear you out
Niggas see my gold max and you went all out
I clap a bastard in the first degree

Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
And clap a bastard in the first degree

Degree in drama knowledge, you nigga just pay the homage
You niggas should be abolished for that rappin' ass garbage
To me, you just a target, easy to hit
With that loud bark Stevie Wonder couldn't even miss
Then it's 1, 2, 3, baby boy you gettin' hit
And ripped, like a whole bitch, by the vultures
Rusty ass germs niggas already know this
Kill who you run with, in charge off who you die with

Prada'd up, Gucci'd up, died on some fly shit
Regulate a wig split a little nigga big nigga
Any nigga kill you your man to the pen shit
So fuck niggas they ain't on my level
'Cuz I been did it
Talk about cliques most infamous run with it
Catch your body's syndrome, most niggas sick with it
And clap a nigga in the first degree

Aiyyo, fall back, step back, we built to last
Get back, move back, this is that smash
This is that murder you niggas get bucked
Your image gets shattered your bitches get fucked
We Mobb Deep anytime we stomp niggas out
Or I might catch you all on myself and spaz out
How heavy it plays out, you niggas is assed out
Take yourself to the first safe house and lock it down

So we wildin', for two thousand and two poundin'
Any nigga out runnin' with their mouth bound 'em
Guns clap security be callin' for back up
[Incomprehensible] bullets
Drop leavin' them bagged up
Why we mash in a jag truck, with the 22's
They spin like how the 44 spun on you
And clap you niggas in the first degree

Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
And clap a bastard in the first degree

Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
And clap a nigga in the first degree

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Crazy - Lyrics - Doggy Bag - Lil' Bow Wow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Dirt All By My Lonely - Lyrics - Greatest Hits: Naughty's Nicest - Naughty By Nature

Title: Dirt All By My Lonely
Album: Greatest Hits: Naughty's Nicest
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Vincent Brown, Anthony Criss, Les Mccann

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Lyric:
Hey, can't nobody hold me
So niggaz wan' take it there, huh?
See y'all don't know what the fuck goin' on
I know what time it is yo

It's time to erase a face in force in fact an inferno
Rise in my eyes these twin 9's'll make 'em learn though
You poppin', plottin', plannin' half steppin' threatenin '
The streets clap loud like, like thunder clouds with the weapon

I'm steppin', to clarify, lookin' with the hawk
In the arrow eye, turn the biggest part of your ass
Into the narrow side, I'm that case you place, nigga
Tie yo' bitch, to the shitter nigga, throw yo' stinkin' ass

By the liver nigga, need beef, I rag fags
Scream peace, get dragged dad
Gettin' busy like Rashid Street, in Baghdad
Havin' your kids askin', "Why did they have to drag dad, past?"

'Cause you'll be the last ass to blast fast way, above the rim
Word to Birdie, I'm from Jersey, leavin' niggaz actin' nerdy
Back sturdy, my dirt, by my lonely, fuck with dis
Doin' hits with more clutch, than the stick, so come on

I do my dirt all by my lonely, hey, find the phony
Past the mass, one deep, yeah the only
Do or die, with slug for the Ruger
Rollin' patrollin' in a stolen black Cougar

I do my dirt all by my lonely, hey, hey
"Can't nobody hold me, I do my dirt all by lonely"
Do or die, with slug for the Ruger
Rollin' patrollin' in a stolen black Cougar

See, I'm a one man dynasty, motherfucker
Every artist on your label don't equal half of me
Rippin' lyrics like they supposed to be, most'll be
Plottin' dreamin' and scheamin' to get close to me

'Cause I spit shit, rip shit, quick and I'm sick wit
Lyrics to mash that ass, is what I'm equipped wit
So fine-tune that bullshit, bring your best competitor
I'll be on that ass as if I was a fuckin' predator

Niggaz wanna battle at a show, yeah I'll set it up
I go toe to toe, blow for blow and leave it wetted up
My time to hypnotize you, okay?
Never disrespectin' the laws of nature, obey yo' thirst

Vin Rock'll serve as the quenchin'
Here's the last thing, I'd like to mention
That when it's time to set it off, trust me son
I ain't the motherfuckin', click, I'm the motherfuckin', one
(I do my dirt all by my lonely)

I roll with hundreds, sometime thousands, maybe a little more
But don't need nar' a motherfucker when it's time for the war
Some of these niggaz on the streets be actin' so sweet
Talkin' 'bout stalkin' black like, it ain't gon' get back to me, what?

What about them MC's after me
Come see the first rappers laid flat on banned from TV
Part 3 in 3-D, shot right in Jersey
On the corner with the goners lookin' straight up at me

So fuck prolongin', I'm way past the strong armin'
Played himself tonight, so he'll be gone by the morning
Sneak up, creep up, you out of pocket, the rule's no second chance
Lift a bitch out his shoes, watch the news

I do my dirt all by my lonely, hey, find the phony
Past the mass, one deep, yeah the only
Do or die, with slug for the Ruger
Rollin' patrollin' in a stolen black Cougar

I do my dirt all by my lonely, hey
"Can't nobody hold me, I do my dirt all by lonely"
Do or die, with slug for the Ruger
Rollin' patrollin' in a stolen black Cougar

I do my dirt all by my lonely, hey, find the phony
Past the mass, one deep, yeah the only
Do or die, with slug for the Ruger
Rollin' patrollin' in a stolen black Cougar

I do my dirt all by my lonely, hey
"Can't nobody hold me, I do my dirt all by lonely"
Do or die, with slug for the Ruger
Rollin' patrollin' in a stolen black Cougar

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Alright - Lyrics - Philadelphia Freeway - Freeway

Title: Alright
Album: Philadelphia Freeway
Artist: Freeway
Composer(s): Ronnie Foster, Leslie Pridgen, Allen Anthony, J Smith

Lyric:
State property, Roc-a-fella records
This that feeling music you know
We make that music you can feel early
Just blaze

I went from the ghetto to the ghetto and I'm back again
And we doing it back and forth
Roll with a gang of thugs my burner my hood passport
Fresh from the airport I'm back again

And I clap your men
I'm from a block where niggas might blast your pops
No chance ambulance can't save your kin
Smoke reefer burn reefer chill in my spot

Instead of making Selat drink liters of gin
I'm drunk again I'm high again
I just might fly a kite
To my niggas up state knocked off in the pen

They booked in a jail, I'm booking a flight
It's fucked up last year we was all on the block
This can't be life this can't be love
They roll with a whack, I roll with a snub, we all in a fight

Alright
(Woo)
Baby don't you cry
(Ugh)
Alright
(Tell 'em)
Everything's gon' be alright

Alright
(Woo)
I know we can make it through this
Alright
(Tell 'em)
Don't let go hold on tight
(Ugh)

Alright
Alright
Alright
Baby don't you cry

Every thing gon' be alright all night
Free is on his job let the music play
And I ain't come to hurt nobody tonight
But if a dude get out of line put him back in tech

Must be out his mind let the ruger spray
Clap until we alright all out of dodge
(Alright)
That's right crush the club tonight with a watch on the Robb Report
(Sweet)
Check on the war report, check on the stores we bought
(Yeah)
Check on the kids and shit

Hope everything's alright all night 'cause all day pop in the mix
I might pop rock stars pop up on your strip
Free pop out hits get paid for my thoughts and that's alright
And my label the shit

Alright
(And you hating the click)
Baby don't you cry
(Woo)
Alright
(Tell 'em)
Everything's gon be alright

Alright
(Woo)
I know we can make it through this
(Tell 'em)
Alright
(Yeah)
Don't let go hold on tight

Alright, alright
(Woo)
Alright, alright
(Geah)
Alright, yeah

I came from the hood and I'm bringing the hood with me
(And don't you worry about a thing)
It ain't a thing I'm bringing them things with me scrap
And I take 'em around the globe travel around the globe
Been to Paris and back again

Free fall back get stacks with a pen
Still move like a king pen clapping you forward
I went from gat in the tux
Snatching your gold to platinum and gold plaques on the tuck

Same shit different line up work gat and a tech
I might get with Mac and act up in a Bent
We came a long way from a pack and tech
(We got to reach for something better)
Geah

Alright
(Woo)
Oh oh baby
(Geah)
Alright
(Woo)
Everything's gon' be alright for you and me
(Geah)

Alright
(Right geah)
Come on
(Ugh it's the Roc)
Alright
(It's the Roc)
Alright, hey hey hey yeah
(Geah)

Alright
(Geah)
Alright, oh oh oh yeah
(Geah)
Alright
(Holla)

Alright
All my homeboys out there dying
(Tell 'em)
Alright
Hey, this world's a crazy place
(Geah)

Alright, oh
(Geah)
Why didn't I find my place
(Yes)
Alright
Alright alright
(Clap clap clap clap)
(Holla)

Alright
(Holla)
Alright
(Geah)
Alright
(Oh baby, everything is gon' be alright)

Young Free, Allen Anthony
The Roc is definitely in the building
Woo, geah, geah, woop woop geah
Clap clap clap clap clap, woo woo woo

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Apple Pie Cowboy Toothpaste - Lyrics - Fenix TX - Fenix Tx

Title: Apple Pie Cowboy Toothpaste
Album: Fenix TX
Artist: Fenix Tx
Composer(s): Adam Lewis, Donnie Reyes, Damon De La Paz, William Salazar

Lyric:
How many wrong turns can I make
I'd give a million dollars just to see her smile on top of me
But if she won't give it up well that's okay
I never liked that drunk ass twelve year old bitch anyway

When she does it's on
There she goes she's
Pissing on my floor

How many trips to the E.R. will it take?
She gets her stomach pumped and runs to buy another case
Of the Michelob 'cause the Lonestar just won't do
And the beer tastes awfully used St. Ides and even special Brew

When she does it's on
There she goes she's
Pissing on my floor

Well, just clap your hands everybody
And everybody clap your hands
We're lamda lamda lamda and
Omega moos

We've come here on stage tonight
To do our show for you
We got a rockin' rhythm and a high tech sound
That'll make ya move your body down to the ground

We got Poindexter on the violin
And Louis and Gilbert will be joinin' in
We got Booger Presley on the mean guitar
And a rap by little old me, Lamar

We got Tashi beating on his gong
The boys and the moos are clappin' along
And just when you thought you seen it all
Along comes Jolly Green 6 feet tall

When she does it's on
There she goes she's
Pissing on my floor

When she does it's on
There she goes she's
Pissing on my floor

When she does it's on
There she goes she's
Pissing on my floor

When she does it's on
There she goes she's
Pissing on my floor

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B.K. Anthem - Lyrics - Broken Silence - Foxy Brown

Title: B.K. Anthem
Album: Broken Silence
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): R Kirkland, Inga Marchand

Lyric:
Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn beef ! Who want that?

I grew up in the Thoroist borough B.K
Where B.I.G had everybody rockin' D.K
Gav was the first dude wit' the CLK
And bricks was gettin' shipped outta east L..A
It's Brooklyn

Where niggaz lives was taken
Rich cats got knocked and they wallets was taken
Fourth, Green and Hemlock, the fifth bit cock
We cried when they killed Lenox and popped them rough
(Aiy yo, ya ain't hear, what {the fuck} I just said?

B K the home of Biggie and Jay
Where niggaz got Will Smith ships, get jiggy all day
Bitches that boost in the city all day
Heckle and koch, crack spots, federal watch
I grew up here, sip mo', threw up here
Yo the feds snatched two up here, in B.K
Niggaz in the hood in that all blue and grey
Gorillas got rich from still wells and P.A

Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn beef ! Who want that?

Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn beef ! Who want that?

Brooklyn! The livest borough
You come here front, you might die in this borough
The east, the feelin' best dies in this borough
Full of projects, the wildest borough
Try to figure out which side is through
From C.I. to Saint Marks is carryin' cons

Niggaz rock Coogi and Dolce Gaban's
So women here make a livin' just carryin' bombs
We pop cocks a little bit and we floss a little bit
In the club, buyin' out Cris', pour us a little bit
I told y'all that my borough is through
I know niggaz that'll clap you up and bury the metal
Same day, still in the hood and so ghetto

Brook non, holla back, get your crook on
Live from the seven one eight, we raised the eight
Every time poppy raise the way to that eight
Motherfuckers

Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn beef ! Who want that?

Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn beef ! Who want that?

It's B K nigga, get yo' vest ate up
Over them chips, you could get S.Ked up
They find you in the back of the buildin' sprayed up
All for the love of this paper; we misled
By twenty-one some will be dead
By twenty-two the rest of these dudes are bein' feds

We got change but we still fucked up


The feds takin' prints when we pullin' the drops up
B.K. open up, get popped up
You know whats the borough where cats drive wit' the box in the truck

Try pound locked up, wrist be rocked up
Yellin' out "Get down, lay down when we pop up!"
Blocks so hot we drop the rocks wit' tops up
Windows tinted, you can't see who's in it
It's Brown nigga, I represent it, it's Brooklyn!

Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn beef ! Who want that?

Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn beef ! Who want that?

Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn beef ! Who want that?

Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn beef ! Who want that?

B.K. borough bitches, ain't nuttin' but the best in here
The streets of New York, real niggaz, real shit happen nigga
Fuck you all know 'bout bang outs, get busy?
Fuck police and all that nigga, real niggaz
Brooklyn nigga!

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Farewell Angelina - Lyrics - John Mellencamp

Title: Farewell Angelina
Artist: John Mellencamp
Composer(s): P Delanoe, Bob Dylan, H Aufray

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Lyric:
Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown
Being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound
Well, the triangles tingle and the trumpets play slow
Say, "Farewell, Angelina, the sky is on fire and I must go"

There's no need for anger, there's no need for blame
There's nothing to prove, everything still the same
Just a table standin' empty by the edge of the sea
Says, "Farewell, Angelina, the sky is trembling and I must leave"

Well, the jack and the queen have forsake the courtyard
Fifty-two gypsies now file past the guard
In the space where the deuce and the ace once ran wild
Farewell, Angelina, the sky is folding, I'll see you in a while

See the cross-eyed pirates sitting perched in the sun
Shooting tin cans with a sawed-off shotgun
And the neighbors, they clap and they cheer with each blast
"Oh, farewell Angelina, the sky's changing colors and I must leave fast"

King Kong, little elves, on the rooftops they dance
Valentino-type tangos while the make-up man's hands
Shut the eyes to the dead not to embarrass anyone
Says, "Farewell Angelina, the sky is embarrassed and I must be gone"

Well, machine guns are roaring and the puppets heave rocks
While the fiends nail time bombs to the hands of the clock
Call me anything you like, I will never deny it
"Farewell Angelina, the sky is erupting, I must go where it's quiet"

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Feels Good - Lyrics - IIcons - Naughty By Nature

Title: Feels Good
Album: IIcons
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Allen Barry Gordon, Carl Wheeler, Tim Christian, Vincent Brown, Nastacia Kendall, Dwayne Wiggins, Anthony Criss, Raphael Saadiq, Joel Campbell, Teron O'Bryant Beal

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Lyric:
Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty kat at
Welcome to our party, sexy likkle shorties
"Written On Ya Kitten", lickin' lime from my Bacardi
Rub it on my body, kiss and twist and barley

Ask the don dada to to dat song
While I ooh ah, ooh ah, how I do that so long?
On the DL real baby, swell a dub crazy
DJ rewind that Naughty with that 3L Dub baby

I move simple, just as sooth mix'll move gentle
I give ya mother, goose pimples goose pimples
Ain't the last brother passed over
I be the bastard of the year, y'know that calf punchin' back brother

N A U G H, T Y, B Y
Na-Na-Na, Nature, not 'cause I hate ya
Master the matress, flip an' go backwards
One kiss on your cheek will make you backflip to Chadwick

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Ride the beat baby, drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Do your thing, come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

Naughty, Naughty

Hey, ever since back in the day from, 'O.P.P.' down to, 'Hip Hop Hooray'
Who invented party anthems that ease stress away?
You got drama, never mind that
Naughty by Nature, 3L Dub, all star tracks

We got that flavor that make your hands clap, toes tap
And crossin' cultural and generation age gaps
Never can you fade that
We make your body like rock to this

Everybody's block party's gonna wop to this
So to the family here's another one
And all those haters who ain't thinkin' we still havin' fun
Better throw your towel in son

How many years have we proved we can do this?
How many people we inspired to pursue this?
Well if you wanna test the mental the truth is
Naughty by Nature makes that Feel Good music

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Ride the beat baby, drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Do your thing, come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

Dang, Dang, I don't wanna go
The party ain't a party if it ain't, Naughty
Body to body dance, Naughty
Oh Lordie, its Iicon and Naughty

It's the groove move more of us hate, come on tour with us
If everybody smiles it makes the whole day glorious
Slide left, slide right
Throw your hands high, I know that's right

Now I strong, we ride strong, double Iicons
Gonna stop hurtin' better let bygones be bygones
Slide left, slide right
Dance ya spine out, wind let me find out

Ooh ah, ooh ah, outdoor with indo'
Aiyyo, drop the keys out the window
We got the wally with my yardies we partyin'
'Cause, after the party its the after-party and

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Ride the beat baby, drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Do your thing, come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands
Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands
Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands
Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands

Hey, don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Rock wit' it
Drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Rock wit' it
Come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Ride the beat baby, drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Do your thing, come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

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Clap Back (Satellite Exclusive) - Lyrics - Ja Rule

Title: Clap Back (Satellite Exclusive)
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Jeffery Atkins, Irv Lorenzo, Scott Storch

Lyric:
I'd like to welcome all my *** to the world famous Murda Inc. Show
They call me the Mighty Rule, how ya livin'?
This real *** we talkin', I wanna ask all my gangsta ***
A real question, what do you do when *** spit at you?

Clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)

If they holl'in about Rule, ***, here's the real
I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill
Wear nothin' but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest
Tell 'em I'm nice too, plus push them nice grooves

The Inc roll like deuce, man, I'm ol' G Bobby J
An' we sling at soccer fields the yay
They don't respect that, don't get your minds around me
Get it pushed back, y'all don't want that

I send 'em to the morgue while keepin' my *** bouncin' fo' sho'
'In da club' with no gun, got 'em takin' it off
Can't help that, I'm the *** that puts it down
Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May

Fasten them holdin' the throwback, West 44 Lakers
Let's make no mistakes, resents take place
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back, ***, ample space

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)

The Rule be 'In da club', rude *** poppin' the bubbly
*** get ugly, I hug the snub closely
But usually, we still see your ***
That's is known for quick ***, trying to ride my ***

I can't handle it, lower their manners
To get they *** in front of my *** to dance, the *** want more chance
Catchin' hate from a glance, but I'm a giant
These *** is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang

Give *** the back hand, pimp ***, it's not realistic
The game is helpless, not get it twisted
I'm young, wrapped an' gifted, but still at the bottom
An' stuck somewhere between Gomorrah an' Sodom

I'm here to make this rap *** hotter than Harlem
*** the dog, beware of Rule 'cause I'm the problem
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back, ***, ample space

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)

Like Bush an' Saddam, I'm a find out
Where 'em Laden's hidin' an' bomb him first
It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs
Mask an' glove, gun hot from burnin' *** up

I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads
The preacher's daughter screamin' out, "*** the law"
I play a struck chord, wit the Christians
But y'all got the freakiest *** out of all the religions

An' God gave me his blessings to handle my business
All these wanksta snitches, let the Nina blow kisses
If she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistress
An' 'Clap that boy' like Birdman an' Clipse

I got these *** all over my ***, like ***
I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back ***, ample space

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)

Yeah, my *** 'Zino in this mother***
Break 'em down ***, break 'em down
Queens in this mother***, all my Jersey ***
All my Boston ***, all my Brooklyn ***, Brooklyn, Sir what up?
Yeah, holla at me, man

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Clap Your Hands - Lyrics - Imx

Title: Clap Your Hands
Artist: Imx
Composer(s): Jerome Jones, Kelton Kessee, Tony Oliver, Marques Houston

Lyric:
All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

Ladies feel a rise when you start to grind
G-string in the middle with your big behind
She be switchin' them hips from right to left
We gone dance all night till we run out of breath

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

The place is already packed at a quarter past three
Girlies with they mini skirts and fly bodies
Ladies dancin' so hard, the fellas wantin' more
And it's gettin' kinda nasty on the dance floor

The DJ's spinnin' the cuts on the one's and two's
So many women around and so many dudes
You know the party's jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your swerve on

The place is already packed at a quarter past three
Girlies with they mini skirts and fly bodies
Ladies dancin' so hard, the fellas wantin' more
And it's gettin' kinda nasty on the dance floor

The DJ's spinnin' the cuts on the one's and two's
So many women around and so many dudes
You know the party's jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your swerve on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

The place is already packed at a quarter past three
Girlies with they mini skirts and fly bodies
Ladies dancin' so hard, the fellas wantin' more
And it's gettin' kinda nasty on the dance floor

The DJ's spinnin' the cuts on the one's and two's
So many women around and so many dudes
You know the party's jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your swerve on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

IMx, platinum status, say what, say what
If you came to get it crunk clap your hands

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