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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

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

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

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Lyric:
Listen, Listen
Huh listen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Be Without You - Lyrics - Kidz Bop, Vol. 10 - Kidz Bop Kids

Title: Be Without You
Album: Kidz Bop, Vol. 10
Artist: Kidz Bop Kids
Composer(s): Jason Perry, Johnta Austin, Mary J. Blige, Bryan Michael Cox

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Lyric:
I wanna be with you, gotta be with you
Need to be with you
I wanna be with you, gotta be with you
Need to be with you, hey

Chemistry was crazy from the get go
Neither one of us knew why
We didn't deal nothing overnight
'Cuz a love like this takes some time

People swore it off as a phase, said we can't see that
Now top to bottom, they see that we did that
Yes, it's so true that, yes, we've been through it
Yes, we got real, yeah, yes

See baby we've been too strong for too long
And I can't be without you baby
And I'll be waiting up until you get home
'Cuz I can't sleep without you baby

Anybody who's ever loved, you know just what I feel
Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it
Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby

I got a question for ya, see I already know the answer
Still I wanna ask you, would you lie? No
Make me cry? No
Do somethin' behind my back and then try to cover it up?

Well, neither would I, baby
My love is only your love
Yes, I'll be faithful, yes, I'm for real
Yes, and with us you'll always know the deal

We've been too strong for too long
And I can't be without you baby
And I'll be waiting up until you get home
'Cuz I can't sleep without you baby

Anybody who's ever loved, you know just what I feel
Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it
Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby

See this is real talk
I'ma always stay, no matter what
Good or bad, right or wrong
All day every day

Now if you're down on love or don't believe
This ain't for you , no, this ain't for you
And if you got it deep in your heart
And deep down you know that it's true
Come on, come on, come on

Well, let me see you put your hands up
Boys say your girl, she's the one
Put your hands up
Look him right in his eyes and tell him

We've been too strong for too long
And I can't be without you baby
I'll be waiting up until you get home
'Cuz I can't sleep without you baby

If anybody who's ever loved, you know just what I feel
Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it
Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby
Hey, ohh, hey oh

I wanna be with you, gotta be with you
Need to be with you
I wanna be with you, gotta be with you
Need to be with you

I wanna be with you, gotta be with you
Need to be with you
I wanna be with you, gotta be with you
Need to be with you

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Big Head - Lyrics - Girl Interrupted - Ms. Jade

Title: Big Head
Album: Girl Interrupted
Artist: Ms. Jade
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Rhonesha S. Howerton, Maryann Malena, Chevon Young

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Lyric:
One time, freak freaky, uh, uhm
Two time, ah two, uh, uhm
Three time, uh uh, uh, uhm
Freaky, four times, freaky, Ms. Jade

Ain't no other girl, girl
Representin' for the whole world, world
Make it my duty
Try'n show off thinkin' they can move me

(Here we go again)
One time
(Never take me off my grind)
And I do it true true
Do me is my number one rule, rule

Look I'm grown, grown
Haters I'm leavin 'em long gone, gone
Got 'em with they
(Hands up high)

Twisted at the bar I'm feelin'
(All right)
Show 'em
(What they need to ride)
Dancin' 'til they feet hurtin'
(All night)

'Cause I stack cheese, cheese
I'm whatever it's gonna be, be
Uh and it's all to the good
Never been Hollywood 'cause I stand for the hood

It's a different
(Day now)
Watch how I'm makin' the game
(Break down)
See me doin' it it

I'm 'bout as good as it's gonna get, get
Uh, Philly chick get it down
If the flood is comin'
I promise I ain't gon' drown

Make the music
(Move you)
Timb's hittin' you crazy so you can
(Groove to)
Uh, Beat Club on the rise
And I got, got, got my eyes on the prize

Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor

(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)

You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this

We done did it now, now
Why don't you put your money on me now, now?
Make you feel free, free
You ain't even on the same league, league
From the sky to
(House parties)

Sippin' martinis under the
(Palm trees)
You can light it up, up
Sick ceiling leave niggas thugs, thugs
What's really goin' on, on
Partyin' to the break of dawn, dawn

Uh, switchin' lanes in the truck
And we know it's gonna catch up
But we still gettin' drunk, let's get
(Rooms for the night)
This a Timb trick so you
(Know it's tight)

Uh, stackin' the ching, ching
And it's obvious I'm gonna get a little vibrant thing
Tear the floor
(Up in the club)
Rappers with
(Chicks and the thugs)

Move, from the bottom to the top
Got ya self a gun and get prepared for the glock
Uh and its all to the love
Twist up your drink get your drink for your mugs
Uh and its all to the love
Twist up your drinks get your drinks for your buzz

Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor

(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)

You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this

Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor

(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)

You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this

Uh, break it down for me
Uh, break it down for me
Break it down for me, hu, heh

Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me groove like this

Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me groove like this

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Black Devil Car - Lyrics - Dynamite - Jamiroquai

Title: Black Devil Car
Album: Dynamite
Artist: Jamiroquai
Composer(s): Sola Akingbola, Jason Kay, Derrick Mckenzie, Matt Johnson, Rob Harris

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Lyric:
I've got a lot of juice
I need to put to use
Let's bring this highway down

I'm going from Z to G
When it should be A to B
Nose so low it just scrapes the ground

Can't you see me over taking?
All the while I'm salivating
Won't you let me
Push a little thrust up you?

She loves riding around
In my black devil car
I can't hear a sound
Because her foot's pushing down too hard

And white angels cry
For her black devil heart
She wants me to stop
She should never let me start
She should never let me start

Talking to all those pretty girls
That I meet around the world
Her name was Gina
You should have seen her

She had the greenest eyes
And with those endless thighs
I've put my hands through
Some misdemeanors

Can't you see me, I'm not choosy?
You drive a black machine
And I think you're groovy
Won't you let me
Take a little ride with you?

She loves riding around
In my black devil car
I can't hear a sound
Because her foot's pushing down too hard

And white angels cry
For her black devil heart
She wants me to stop
She should never let me start
She should never let me start

She's just a love machine
She's just a love machine
She's just a love machine
She's just a love machine

Ooh, riding around
In my black devil car
You know I can't hear a sound
In my black devil car, yeah

Babe, you know
You got such a tight machine
Now let me drive your dream
Until your tank is dry

I'm shooting from the hip
Not running out of clips
Flames of love and licking high

You know she'll always be running free
A hot freewheeling honey bee
Won't you let me
Push a little thrust up you?
That's what I wanna do

Riding around in my black devil car
I can't hear a sound
Because her foot's pushing down too hard

And white angels cry
For her black devil heart
She wants me to stop
She should never let me start
She should never let me start

Strapped down, wrapped around
Breaking up the speed limits
Red lights, crazy nights
Hope she's coming back with it

Super charged devil queen
Stepping in my love machine
Twisted my metal
On the highway of desire

She's easy rindin' super flyin'
'95, it's still green
High heels, shiny wheels
Looking for a tight squeeze

Rocket fuel and jet juice
Now she's getting real loose
Can't stop, black heart
She should never let me start

She's just a love machine
She's just a love machine
She's just a love machine
She's just a love machine

She's just a love machine
She's just a love machine
She's just a

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Braid My Hair - Lyrics - Mario - Mario

Title: Braid My Hair
Album: Mario
Artist: Mario
Composer(s): Warryn Campbell, Harold Spencer Jr Lilly

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Lyric:
When you look at me, I know you see
A 15 year old, gettin' his dough
Back and fourth to the studios
Hoppin' outta Limosines, rockin' the latest jeans

Jordan's, fresh, t-shirts, new
And even though these things are true
It's hard work and sometimes I just wanna go home
And tell my girl to

Braid my hair, c'mon and braid my hair
Back in my hood, feelin' good, no worries or no cares
Baby, use your hands to make me feel alright
And take away the stress and drama in my life
While you braid my hair

You may think that I'm complainin'
But that's not the case, all I'm sayin'
Is my body gets weak, my mind gets tired
I need sleep, but I gotta keep travelin' on the road

Doin' these shows, New York to Cali, Dallas to Philly
It's the rules of the game, that I chose to play
But sometimes I wanna say
Baby wont you

Braid my hair, c'mon and braid my hair
Back in my hood, feelin' good no worries or no cares
Baby, use your hands to make me feel alright
And take away the stress and drama in my life
While you braid my hair

Sit me down like you love me
Do it anyway you want, baby take it slowly
Front to back, side to side, criss cross
Get creative with it girl do your thang

Put it down like you love me, let your fingers do the walkin'
And your lips do the talkin' in my ear, tell me what I wanna hear
I swear, I can't wait for you to

Braid my hair c'mon and braid my hair
Back in my hood, feelin' good no worries or no cares
Baby, use your hands to make me feel alright
And take away the stress and drama in my life
While you braid my hair

Do what you wanna do, baby its up to you
Sit me between your legs, girl won't you braid my hair
Baby make me feel alright and make it last all night
And take away the stress and drama in my life
While you braid my hair

Braid my hair c'mon and braid my hair
Back in my hood, feelin' good no worries or no cares
Baby use your hands to make me feel alright
And take away the stress and drama in my life
While you braid my hair

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Break Me Off Some - Lyrics - John Mellencamp

Title: Break Me Off Some
Artist: John Mellencamp
Composer(s): Moe Z Md George M Green, John Mellencamp

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Lyric:
You ready?

Babe break me off a piece of your love
Once it's on I can't seem to get enough
So keep it up keep it comin' uh what
Break me off some baby

You're wicked, baby so do what's right
Break me off a piece of that love tonight
Like a steel guitar that I love to play
Everyone loves Jesus on judgment day

You get me hot just like gasoline
In your cashmere shirt and your cut-off jeans
I've been workin' all day, here's what I made
Baby what you say? Break me off some

Babe break me off a piece of your love
Once it's on I can't seem to get enough
So keep it up keep it comin' uh what
Break me off some baby

Babe break me off a piece of your love
Once it's on I can't seem to get enough
So keep it up keep it comin' uh what
Break me off some baby

Down in Mexico there's a man I know
Who gave away his future for a piece of gold
He washed his hands in Noah's flood
Now those mountains they're just red as blood

I left this place just to come with you
Walkin' off the mesa in some dead man's shoes
I've been workin' all day, here's what I made
Baby what you say? Break me off some

Babe break me off a piece of your love
Once it's on I can't seem to get enough
So keep it up keep it comin' uh what
Break me off some baby

Babe break me off a piece of your love
Once it's on I can't seem to get enough
So keep it up keep it comin' uh what
Break me off some baby

Eie yie yie yie yie yie yie
Eie yie yie yie yie
Eie yie yie yie yie yie yie
Eie yie yie yie yie

I like the way you're movin' on the dance floor baby
I like the way you're moving' on the dance floor baby
Shake shake shake 'til my eyes are sore baby
Shake shake shake 'til my eyes are sore baby
Bounce bounce bounce 'til your body is sore baby
Bounce bounce bounce 'til your body is sore baby
Feel the heat Moe Z put his hands on

Babe break me off a piece of your love
Once it's on I can't seem to get enough
So keep it up keep it comin' uh what
Break me off some baby

Babe break me off a piece of your love
Once it's on I can't seem to get enough
So keep it up keep it comin' uh what
Break me off some baby

Eie yie yie yie yie
Eie yie yie yie yie

Babe break me off a piece of your love
Once it's on I can't seem to get enough
So keep it up keep it comin' uh what
Break me off some baby

Babe break me off a piece of your love
Once it's on I can't seem to get enough
So keep it up keep it comin' uh what
Break me off some baby

Break me off some
Break me off some
You gotta break me off some baby
Break me off some
Break me off some
Break me off some baby
Break me off some

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Can'T Come Back - Lyrics - Hey Kandi - Kandi

Title: Can'T Come Back
Album: Hey Kandi
Artist: Kandi
Composer(s): Kevin Briggs, O Harper, Kandi Burruss

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Lyric:
A funny thing happened to me
Just the other day, a girl came my way
She called your name, she said some things
I thought it was just some hearsay
But then she showed me a picture or two
Of her with some dude in positions that weren't cool

And then I looked again and I saw that this dude was you
My first reaction was to snap on her but what good would that do
You know that I have better things than fightin' over you
So many times it seems that I refused to see the truth
But this time you know that I am through

So just walk right out the door
'Cause you can't come back here no more
You know we've been through this before
So you can't come back, you can't come back
You're in and out of my life, this time was your last try
You made your bed so there you lie, so, you can't come back

The last time you deceived me, you said give you one more chance
You blamed it on your weaknesses of just bein' a man
I was the fool to believe in you, put my heart in your hands
I should have known when you did me wrong, you'd just do it again

Please just leave, no convincin' me
You will ever be the man for me
I'm so sick and tired of hearin' lies from you
So just pack your bags, 'cause I am through

So just walk right out the door
'Cause you can't come back here no more
You know we've been through this before
So you can't come back, you can't come back
Oh you're in and out of my life, this time was your last try
You made your bed so there you lie, so, you can't come back

Did everything to please you, but still that wasn't enough
Gave you my heart and soul, total control, all I wanted was your love
See now time after time, I kept taking you back
Endless tears I spent on you and I'm tired of forgivin'
So, "Goodbye, good riddance", it's time for me to start living

So just walk right out the door
'Cause you can't come back here no more
You know we've been through this before
So you can't come back, you can't come back
And you're in and out of my life, and this last time was your last try

You made your bed so there you lie
Can't come back
Can't come back no more, no, you can't come back no more
Can't come back no more, no you can't come back no more

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Close Your Eyes - Lyrics - Being Somebody - Liberty X

Title: Close Your Eyes
Album: Being Somebody
Artist: Liberty X
Composer(s): Ronnie Wilson, Tony Lundon, Kevin Ian Simm, Wayne Hernandez, Grant Black

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Lyric:
Check it out

Ever wanted to take a ride
See it from the other side
Leave reality behind
For a place called satisfied

Ever wanted to take a chance
(Take a chance)
Be a slave to circumstance
(And romance)
Let me tie up both your hands
I'll lead you there

'Cause you know that I want it
(Want it)
And you know that I need it
(Oh)
And you know that I'm feeling
Just you and me, yeah

Closer your eyes
Just for a minute, baby fantasize
If you are with it, there's a paradise
Where I can give you what you need

Tell me what are you waiting for
Put the do not disturb outside the door
Before the evenings gone
Gonna turn it on, yeah

Gonna let you count to ten
(Count to ten)
To get your breath back again
And then when you do
I'll give it to you, yeah

'Cause you know that I want it
(I know you want it)
And you know that I need it
(Oh)
And you know that I'm feeling it
Just you and me, yeah

Closer your eyes
(Oh)
Just for a minute, baby fantasize
(Baby, fantasize)
If you are with it, there's a paradise
Where I can give you what you need
(I'll give you all the love you need, my baby)

Closer your eyes
(Closer your eyes)
Just for a minute, baby fantasize
(Fantasize, yeah, yeah)
If you are with it, there's a paradise
Where I can give you what you need

(Ah, ah, ah)
I'll give you all the love you need in this world
(Ah, ah, ah)
I'll take away all the pain, all the hurt
(Ah, ah, ah)
Baby oh, oh
(Ah, ah, ah)

Closer your eyes
(Oh)
Just for a minute, baby fantasize
(Fantasize)
If you are with it, there's a paradise
(Paradise, yeah)
Where I can give you what you need
(I can give it to you, oh)

Closer your eyes
(Closer your eyes)
Just for a minute, baby fantasize
(Fantasize)
If you are with it, there's a paradise
(Paradise)
Where I can give you what you need
(I'll give you all the love you need, my baby)

Closer your eyes
(Oh)
Just for a minute, baby fantasize
(Oh)
If you are with it, there's a paradise
(Ooh)
Where I can give you what you need

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Clubbin' (Remix) - Lyrics - MH - Marques Houston

Title: Clubbin' (Remix)
Album: MH
Artist: Marques Houston
Composer(s): Joseph Anthony Budden, Robert S Kelly

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Lyric:
Woo, come on, uh huh
Come on, it's the Piper
Come on, Marques

You know we be up in the club
Where we do things like, throw our hands up
All kinds of drinks are off in the cups
All of my thugs, honies showin' love
DJ's playin' the cuts

I'm dancin' with a nice honey and her friend
One on the back and one on the front
Shakin' it up, shakin' it up
Mami don't break it
Takin' it down, takin' it down
I love the way you snake it

You got the best of me
Doing what you're doing
Up in the V.I.P., doing what you're doing
Girl, I'm 'bout to buy you anything you want
Get you in the coupe and take your pretty ass home
Last call for alcohol, you know how we do, yeah

You know we be up in the club
Where we do things like, throw our hands up
All kinds of drinks are off in the cups
All of my thugs, honies showin' love
DJ's playin' the cuts
You know we be up in the club like, oh

I pull up on dubbs, hop up out the whip
Then I'm into the club, honies on each side
And I'm on my cellular talkin' to this chick
Got a taste for thugs, sometimes pimpin' is tough

White tees, throwback Jacob on my wrist
Super star, world wide, it is what it is
Threw a party at my crib
Lasted after, till 6 in the morning
Drinks and laughter

Uh oh, uh oh
Yeah, it's a fire, mama's getting naughty
Got a sexy body like, uh oh, uh oh
Being erotic, 'bout to wild this place out
You know how we do it up in the club

Up in the club
Where we do things like, throw our hands up
All kinds of drinks are off in the cups
All of my thugs, honies showin' love
DJ's playin' the cuts

You know we be up in the club
Where we do things like, throw our hands up
All kinds of drinks are off in the cups
All of my thugs, honies showin' love
DJ's playin' the cuts

Mami, you want to holla
I can spot you out the corner of your eye
That tell you wanna ride
You lookin' at papi like, uhh
Wanna hold hands, no amp, no man, Joe can
But you and your friend can both get rammed like, uhh

You's a private dancer
Low riders, when she walk pulling her pants up
It's all good baby, you know where I'm at, right
In case you need me to come put it on your backside
Only if you act right

Damn it, you doing it, doing what you're doing
You're doing it to me, I picture you doing it to me like, uhh
I only came out because I'm here to find ya
After the bar's last call, we at the nearest dinner

We be Nextel taggin', SL waggon
You grabbin' the whip, just off of that XL Magnum
Damn it, you're doing it, you and your friend
Next weekend if you're lucky we can do it again, like uhh

Up in the club, up in the club
Where we do things like, throw our hands up
All kinds of drinks are off in the cups
All of my thugs, honies showin' love
DJ's playin' the cuts

You know we be, up in the club
Where we do things like, throw our hands up
All kinds of drinks are off in the cups
All of my thugs, honies showin' love
DJ's playin' the cuts

MH and Pied Piper
This is the MH and pied piper

MH, Pied Piper, Joe Buddens, TUG
Platinum Status, Chris Stokes
I see you baby, holla

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Club Song - Lyrics - Rest Is History - Jin

Title: Club Song
Album: Rest Is History
Artist: Jin
Composer(s): Jin Auyeung, Justin Smith

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Lyric:
{Aye yo Jin there's a couple things you gotta have
When you doin' ya club record
I got you don't worry, "Guru play the beat"
I always wanted to say that on a record
You gotta have that, you gotta have a ho, ho, ho
Gotta have two of those, hit 'em with a woo, woo, woo
I like that, thats not bad, come on
oh yea, you know what else you need?
Just blaze}

You can't help but love the way that he flow
When he leave the club ladies be like
"Did you see which way did he go?"
Battle raps are cool but not for radio though
When my single drop, I'm a charge like eighty a show
If you droppin' with me get ready for a pitfall
When my shit hit stores, I'm a charge a bit more
Man, I'm tryin' to corp my toys in two
And stay away from the boys in blue
It's 'cause I'm gettin' dough, the beast are mad at me
These cops are jokes like Police Academy
Too much stress and I ain't blew up yet
Went from the seven train to the Lex, got you upset
I never stress over a chick, I'm slick like Lou Rawls
If I was Papasmurf, you couldn't give me blue balls
Thick dick playa, rip through walls
Balls so large, it couldn't fit in two jars

This my club song 'cause I said club
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
If you wanna blow then you gotta make a club song
This my club song, did he say club?
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
Everybody got one so I had to make a club song

Throw ya hands high reach for the sky
For my piece of the pie, I'm a beast, I ain't speakin' no lie
I'm frequently high, freak a bunch of freaks
In the back of the jeep, Alpines reachin' it's peak
I put them to sleep, ain't no reason to speak
Why I creep, got 'em sayin' that they'll leave in a week
Poof be gone, I won't miss you at all
Now you sayin', I did you wrong, I ain't Dich Whedo
Gotta passion, no for gassin' hoes
Live my life like everyday's a fashion show
I ain't playin', you know what I'm sayin'
I wasn't talkin' 'bout ya I.Q. when I told you, gimme some brains
Fam, you better play your part
'Cause ya girl, she 'bout to have a change of heart
When I come through, find me in the cut like the stitch
Gettin' wild love 'cause I'm Rick James bitch

This my club song 'cause I said club
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
If you wanna blow then you gotta make a club song
This my club song, did he say club?
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
Everybody got one so I had to make a club song

I'm playin' Play Station braggin'
In the back of a gray station wagon
I need ya jeans saggin'
Ain't used to the club, what am I thinkin'?
Only tunnel I been to, is the Holland and the Lincoln
Problem when I'm drinkin', I get tipsy easy
Leave the bartender a hundred dollar tip, believe me
Shorty on the dance floor, down to get inside of it
Said she,"Celibate" I said,"Cool, I only buy a bit"

This my club song 'cause I said club
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
If you wanna blow then you gotta make a club song
This my club song, did he say club?
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
Everybody got one so I had to make a club song

I'm in here pimpin' fam
Why else would I walk up limpin', man?
And me bein' the pimp, I am
Shorty order what you like 'cause it's on me

I'm in here pimpin' fam
Why else would I walk up limpin', man?
And me bein' the pimp, I am
Shorty order what you like 'cause it's on me

This my club song 'cause I said club
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
If you wanna blow then you gotta make a club song
This my club song, did he say club?
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
Everybody got one so I had to make a club song

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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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Cry Babies - Lyrics - Ludacris

Title: Cry Babies
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Chris Bridges, Kaseem Dean

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Lyric:
Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

I got people scared as fuck like when condoms break
Or how your heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steak
So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight
You frostin' like a flake and Ludacris feels great

Who want come face me, face come want who?
And women give me face until they're face turns blue
They can't breathe, dick to mouth resuscitation
A tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversations

I play stations, duck cops and lose agents
I'm doctor love, I close curtains and fuck patients
When I kick and rip and flip an indispensable rhyme
My black ass is so hungry I'll take a bite out of crime

And it'll hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke
Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I smoke
You see I crush cowards, funerals I'll send flowers
And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

You see I'm ambidextrous, I slap ass with both hands
Delete your first steps, but I'll save the last dance
I just bought some new guns my mama said "It ain't worth it"
But I'm at the shooting range just 'cause practice makes perfect

Bullseye, I stunt growth and stop lives
And you run with niggas that's more chicken then pot pies
I'm shakin' your tale feathers
I got big balls, I'm a Sac King like Chris Webber

Luda' will take you back to duck hunt and double dribble
When niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels
My cars got big TV's and satellites
I got a wheel of fortune 'cause I flipped O's like Vanna White

And the survey says? Kill a muthafucka now
Could it be off with his head? Or shoot a muthafucka down
Ground round, ground chuck your ground beef
Bullets gather round then I shoot rounds around teeth

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

I kick niggas in they're ass reboot 'em like laptops
And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat top
You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble
Now they all lost for words like I beat 'em in scrabble

You see I'm from a small town called "Fresh out a cop's ass"
Where Mr. Head-potatoes are skinned they get mashed
I smell puss from fifty yards, y'all not playin' with full decks
As if I jacked out ya jacks and left fifty cards

Catch me in Vegas spinnin' the green
I re-up with more chips than a vending machine
Then you can catch me in Rome mackin' some brauds and sticking 'em
And you'll be at home picking your bougars and flicking 'em

A drug dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so clean
I'm a grown ass man and you're sweeter than sixteen
So go and kick rocks peons you're just rookies
Headed down stairs to get you some milk and cookies

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

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Demolition Lovers - Lyrics - I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love - My Chemical Romance

Title: Demolition Lovers
Album: I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love
Artist: My Chemical Romance
Composer(s): Frank Iero, Raymond Toro, Matt Pellisier, Gerard Way, Mikey Way

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Lyric:
Hand in mine, into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you, we could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets

I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know just how much you mean to me
And after all the, all the things
We put each other through and

I would drive on to the end with you
A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full
And I feel like there's nothing left to do
But prove myself to you and we'll keep it running

But this time, I mean it
I'll let you know just how much you mean to me
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everything

I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold

Until the end, until this pool of blood
Until this, I mean this, I mean this
Until the end of

I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know, how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold

But this time, we'll show them
We'll show them all how much we mean
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of every

All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this

All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this

As lead rains, pass on through our phantoms
Forever, forever
Like scarecrows that fuel this flame on burning
Forever, and ever

Know how much I want to show you, you're the only one
Like a bed of roses, there's a dozen reasons in this gun

And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood
And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down
And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down
I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood
I'll meet your eyes, I mean this forever

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Do I Belong - Lyrics - Hands of Time - Kingdom Come

Title: Do I Belong
Album: Hands of Time
Artist: Kingdom Come
Composer(s): Lenny Wolf, Carol Ann Tatum

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Lyric:
Been so long since I felt so strong
I'm scared to fall in love
Many times I've been hurt before
It seems I can't get enough

Since your touch put a spell on me
I cannot ease my mind
Is it you I've been looking for?
I'm searching deep down inside

Hit me by surprise
Right between the eyes

I just hope that in time we'll know
It's not a fairy tale
Disbelief, that is all I feel
I've been through Heaven and Hell

Even though after what I know
I'm breaking down the walls
Feeling strong whether right or wrong
I'm gonna get through it all

Hit me by surprise
Right between the eyes
Do I belong, do I belong
Are you the one reaching for the sky?

Hit me by surprise
Right between the eyes
Do I belong, do I belong
Are you the one reaching for the sky?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Amazing - Lyrics - Patience - George Michael

Title: Amazing
Album: Patience
Artist: George Michael
Composer(s): Jonathan Simon Douglas, George Michael

Lyric:
I was mixed up when you came to me
Too broke to fix
Said, "Daddy get you gone, I'm missing my baby
Still missing my baby"

I was stitched up by the hands of fate
Said, "How you gonna make it on your own
If luck is a lady?
Maybe luck is a lady"

I was going down for the third time
My heart was broken, I was not open to your suggestions
I had so many questions
That you just kissed away

Tell me, I guess that cupid was in disguise
The day you walked in and changed my life
I think it's amazing
The way that love can set you free

So now I walk in the midday sun
I never thought that my savior would come
I think it's amazing, I think it's amazing
I think you're amazing

You tried to save me from myself
Said, "Darling, kiss as many as you want!
My love's still available
And I know you're insatiable"

We're like victims of the same disease
Look at your big bad daddy and your mom
And your mom was always acting crazy

I was going down for the third time
My heart was broken, I thought that loving you
Was out of the question then I saw my reflection
Saying please don't let this go

Tell me, I guess that cupid was in disguise
The day you walked in and changed my life
I think it's amazing
The way that love can set you free

So now I walk in the midday sun
I never thought that my savior would come
I think it's amazing
I think you're amazing

Celebrate the love of the one you're with
Celebrate, this life with you baby
I think you should celebrate yeah
Don't put your love in chains baby

No no, walk in the midday sun
I thought I was dreaming
I think it's amazing
I think you're amazing

I say celebrate the love of the one you're with
Celebrate the love of the one you're with
Celebrate the love of the one you're with
As this life gets colder and the devil inside
Tells you to give up, baby

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Don'T You (Forget About Me) - Lyrics - Ugly - Life Of Agony

Title: Don'T You (Forget About Me)
Album: Ugly
Artist: Life Of Agony
Composer(s): Steve Schiff, Keith Forsey

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Lyric:
Won't you come see about me?
I'll be alone, dancing you know it, baby
Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving everything inside and out

Love strange, so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on
Slow change may pull us apart
When our life gets into your heart, baby

Don't you, forget about me
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't you, forget about me

Don't you, try and pretend
It's my feeling, we'll win in the end
I won't harm you or touch your defenses
Vanity, insecurity

Don't you, forget about me
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Come to, I'll take you apart
I'll put us back together at heart baby

Don't you, forget about me
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't you, forget about me
Don't, don't, don't, don't

Don't you, forget about me
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't you, forget about me

Will you stand above me?
Look my way, never love me?
Rains keeps falling
Rains keeps falling down, down, down

Don't you, forget about me
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't you, forget about me

But you walk on by
Will you call my name?
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
As you walk away

Will you walk away?
Will you walk away?
Come on baby, call my name
I say, will you call my name?
I say la la la

Will you call my name, baby?
Won't you please, let me feel like
[Incomprehensible]
I know I feel you

Let me see my hands before you
Let me see your hands before me
I said, why don't you call my name?
I need, want you to call my name
I need you to call my name

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Dopeman - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: Dopeman
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): Marshall Jones, Ralph Middlebrook, Leroy Bonner, O'Shea Jackson, Walter Morrison, Andrew Noland, Marvin Pierce, Gregory Webster, Norman Napier, Andre R Young

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Lyric:
What's up dog?
What you need nigga?
Aw shit, one time

It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
"Dopeman, please can I have another hit"
The Dopeman said, "Cluck, I don't give shit
If you girl kneel down, and suck my dick"

Gave a nigga head, and homie tried to choke her
But he didn't care, 'cause she ain't nothing but a smoker
That's the way it go, that's the name of the game
Young niggas gettin' over by slangin' caine

Lex around my wrist in 18K Heaven
Bitches clockin' on my dick twenty four seven
Plus I'm makin' money, keepin' baseheads waitin'
Roll the six four with all gold Daytons

Live in Inglewood, California, CA.
This oozy up your ass if i don't get paid
Niggas beggin' for credit, I'm knockin' out teeth
Clockin' much dollars on the first and fifteenth

Big wad a money, nothing less than a twenty
Yo you wanna whole chicken, Mack 10 got plenty
To be a Dopeman, boy you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply

From a Key to a G, it's all about money
Ten piece for a ten, base pipe come free
If people out there not hip to the fact
If you see somebody gettin' money for crack, he's the

Dopeman, Dopeman
(Mack front me a sack)
Dopeman, Dopeman
(I'll get ya back)
Dopeman, Dopeman
(Tryna stack me a grip)
Dopeman, Dopeman
(Man, fuck that shit)

You need a nigga with money, so you get a Dopeman
Juice that fool for as much as you can
She like his car, and he get with her
Got a black eye, 'cause the Dopeman hit her

Let that slide, and you pay it no mine
Find that he's slappin' you all the time
But that's okay, 'cause hes so rich
And you ain't nothing but the Dopeman's bitch

Do what he say, and you keep your mouth shut
Talkin' that drag might get ya fucked up
You sit and cry, if the Dopeman strike you
He don't give a fuck, he got two just like you

There's another girl in the Dopeman's life
Not quite a bitch, but far from a wife
She call a Strawberry, and everyone knows
Strawberry, Strawberry is the neighborhood hoe

Do anything for a hit or two, give a bitch a rock
She fuck the whole damn crew
It might be your wife and it might make you sick
Come home and see her mouth on the Dopeman's dick

Strawberry, just look and you'll see her
But don't fuck around, she'll give you Ghonorea
If people out there, not hip to the fact
Strawberry is a girl, sellin' pussy for crack to the

Dopeman, Dopeman
(From a ounce to a key)
Dopeman, Dopeman
(Tryna get this cheese, man)
Dopeman, Dopeman
(Cluckers riding my dick)
Dopeman, Dopeman
(Man fuck that shit)

If you smoke caine, you a stupid motherfucker
Know around the hood as the schoolyard clucker
Doing that crack with all the money you got
On your hands and knees searchin' for a piece of rock

Fienin' for a hit, and you lookin' for more
Done stole a Alpine out of Wavy six four
Smokin' like a train, man I wouldn't want to be you
Done took from the homies, betta run, when i see you

Ballin' everyday, doing more drug deals
Rollin' round town, on the twenty inch wheels
If people out there, not hip to the fact
If you see Mack 10, you can ask me for crack, I'm the

Dopeman, Dopeman
(Yeah, that's me)
Dopeman, Dopeman
(From a ounce to a key)
Dopeman, Dopeman
(Cookin' much as I can)
(Yo fuck that shit, who am I)
The Dopeman

Mack 10, nigga, you must be slick
Put Squeak on the team, now he stackin' chips
Good lookin' out, for showin' love
Now I got bitches on my dick 'cause I'm flossin' dubs

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