1 2 3 - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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911 - Lyrics - The Rebirth Of Kirk Franklin - Kirk Franklin

Title: 911
Album: The Rebirth Of Kirk Franklin
Artist: Kirk Franklin
Composer(s): Kirk Franklin

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Lyric:
Hello
Hey, it's me, Kirk, I need to speak to bishop
Sure, hold on
Hello
Hey, I got some stuff I need to talk to you about
Lately, pastor I've been having all these crazy kind of dreams
It's hard to sleep, I can't eat scary, you know
I know what you mean

I mean, every since that Tuesday
Seems like life's just getting real strange
I hear ya Anthrax, terrorist attacks
And I ain't even trying to get on no plane
I feel ya
And you know when I try to pray
There's a voice that telling that God's not real

You know that's just the enemy
Yeah, but you ain't feelin' me
No son, I know just know you feel
See, just because I preach and teach don't mean
I don't get scared sometimes

Yeah, whatever, but you TD Jakes
Well, then I don't make mistakes
Well
Now, let me tell you what's on my mind
When your smile is gone
(He cares)

Yeah, but I feel so alone
(He's there and)
Although, your heart is heavy
God said
(Every burden I will bear)
See, but you don't know my
(My pain)

And I'm getting so sick and tired of all
(This rain)
I just got laid off, and to top it off the rent's due
So tell me what I got to gain?
Well, see, trials come to make
(You strong)
Storms won't last
(Last long)

But how can I trust God in all this mess?
Well, see that's the reason for the song
See, wherever you go there's one thing ya got to know
God, is right there by your side
(Weeping may endure for a night)
And he told me to tell you everything
(Every thing's Egon' be alright)

So thank you for calling it's always good to hear from you
Yeah, but
But I gotta go now
Wait a minute
I got another call on line 2
But I ain't through

See I'm sick and tired of all these church folk talking
About stuff ain't as bad as it seems
See, y'all don't feel my pain
I don't have pain?
I don't see how you on the cover on Time magazine

See, but you're looking at now and you don't know
How I struggled and what I've been through
Yeah, whatever
Now, you crossed the line
I'm just speaking' my mind
Okay, so let me speak mine, too
(Hmm)

I've made some mountains, I've seen some valleys
I've even had to cry sometimes
Like when I lost my mother
Your mother?
My mother
I'm sorry

No son that's fine
See life is full of ups and downs but God said
(The storm won't last long)
But how's you make it through?
Boy, I thought you knew it was His
(Love that kept me strong)

When your smile is gone
(He cares)
But I feel so alone
(He's there and)
Although, your heart is heavy, God said
(Every burden I will bear)
Yeah, but see y'all don't feel
(My pain)

And I'm getting very sick and tired of all this
(This rain)
Just got laid off, and to top it off the rent's due
So tell me, bishop, what I gotta gain?
Didn't I tell you trials come to make
(You strong)
And those old storms won't
(Last long)

How can I trust God in the midst of all this mess?
See that's the reason for this song
Wherever you go there's something ya got to know
(God still cares)
(Weeping may endure for a night)
And he told me to tell you
(Every thing's gon' be alright)

Thank you, pastor
Any time
I think I can make it now just tell me what I need to do
Just pray this prayer with me

Say, father
(Father)
Forgive me
(Forgive me)
I'm sorry
(I'm sorry)

Please help me
(Help me)
I love you
(I love you)
I need you
(I need you)

Hold me
(Hold me)
Jesus
(Jesus)
My heart
(My heart)
My soul
(My soul)

Please take
(Please take)
Control
(Control)
Right now
(Now)
Now
(Now)
Now
(Now)
(Right now)

When you ain't got no smile
(He cares)
And even when you feel so alone
(He's there and)
Although your heart is heavy, God said
(Every burden I will bear)
And even in the midst of all ya
(Pain)
And when you're sick and tired of all the rain
(This rain)

Remember that the rain won't last always and in Christ Jesus
You got so much to gain
You see your trials come to make you
(Strong)
And the storms won't last
(Too long)
Remember my brother, my sister it's only temporary
See that's the reason for this song

Wherever you go
There's something you've got to know
God is still there
(Weeping may endure for a night)
And told me to tell you
(Every thing's gon' be alright)

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Teeq - All I Want - Lyrics - Lickin' On Both Sides - Mis

Title: Teeq - All I Want
Album: Lickin' On Both Sides
Artist: Mis
Composer(s): David Brant, Alisha Dixon, Maryanne Morgan, Alan M Glass

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Lyric:
M with the I with the S T double E Q
All I want is to be with you
Mis-Teeq with the one, Sunship

All I want is to be with you
But I just got to live, live my own life too
All I need to know that the world is nuts
Snap my fingers and everything is fine, that's all
Firing it up and away we go

Sitting, looking in the mirror
Like Alice, through the looking glass
Life's a never ending journey
Be careful not to go too fast

Sometimes I can't help myself
From falling in too deep
I know it may be hard to tell
Your love is calling me

All I want to be
And away we go
All I want is
Gonna get on the mic
Gonna make you whine

All I want is to be with you
But I just got to live, live my own life too
All I need to know that the world is nuts
Snap my fingers and everything is fine, that's all

Floating on a river of dreams
On a magic carpet ride
Take control of my destiny
I know it's just a matter of time

That I will find that Midas Touch
And everything will turn to gold
It would mean nothing
Without you here to hold

All I want to be
And away we go
All I want is
Gonna get on the mic
Gonna make you whine

All I want is to be with you
But I just got to live, live my own life too
All I need to know that the world is nuts
Snap my fingers and everything is fine

I can read it in the stars
That what I want is who you are
I will lay my hair down for you
A thousand times to show you

That when you reach me at the top
I'm gonna give you all I got
And wherever we will go
Our hearts will follow

It's a UK thing, stuff that we bring
No one to burn, let the journey begin
We're the Mis-Teeq, we're in chorus, we sing
Quick off the mark, ring a ding ding ding

In a mix with a bag of tricks
Feel the vibe with the one, Sunship
Move to the beat, it's about music
Roll through these tracks with the fresh tactics

All I want is to be with you
But I just got to live, live my own life too
All I need to know that the world is nuts
Snap my fingers and everything is fine

All I want is to be with you
But I just got to live, live my own life too
All I need to know that the world is nuts
Snap my fingers and everything is fine, that's all
Firing it up and away we go

Boy, I wanna be with you
I wanna live my own life too
And I got to have it all
That's all, that's all, that's all

I'm gonna snap my finger
Everything is fine
I wanna have it all
Enter

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American Way - Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Title: American Way
Album: Street's Disciple
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): George Clinton, Kamaal Fareed, David Spradley, Nasir Jones, Garry Shider, Kelis Rogers

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Lyric:
Political, "Recently there has been an emergence of
Socially conscious and political rappers
It seems to be a new trend in the Hip-Hop world"

Nas is a rebel to America
Nas is a rebel to America
Nas is a rebel to America

Yeah, check it, uh, spot build-rocker, lil' papa killed Hoffa
Beard lil' longer, feel strong enough stop ya
Drill sergeant, still thorough, wheelbarrows of distilled vodka
Get me real bonkers like Will Ferrell

On cat tranquilizer rap guys get bank
And think they messiahs, but they liars
Vote fo who now? You're red, white and blue
I'm American too, but I ain't with the President's crew

What you peddlin' and who you peddlin' to?
You ain't got the ghetto with you
Try'na lead my sheep to the slaughterhouse
Talkin' 'bout Rap the Vote, you ain't thought about

The black vote mean Nathan
Who you gonna elect, Satan or Satan?
In the hood, nothin' is changin', uh
We ain't got no choices

Who to choose, ten years ago they were tryin' to stop our voices
And end Hip-Hop, they some hypocrites
Condoleeza Rice, I don't really get this chick

Tell her if she ever really cared about poor schools
About poor children
Then she gotta prove
That she ain't just another coon Uncle Tom fool

Like these MC's, gotta give 'em the rules
Lie to the youth, Uncle Tom, you confused
Might as well give the Hip-Hop community a noose

Need a truce with the gangs and some food for the hungry
On Kerry nuts, he look at you like a monkey
You MC's on that old slavery path
The Bushs'll look at yo' ass and laugh

See, it's all about community, let's help ourselves
Cops brutalize us, get dealt with with shells
It's our turn, it's 'bout time we win
Need somebody from the hood as my councilman, uh

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
('Cause that's the American way)
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way

Up in the steam room chillin', ex foliating the skin
It's rarely men conversatin' on ends, probably businessmen
I sense good taste, and they watch us, the spot's an expensive place
Manhattan, New York, I'm try'na keep steamin', it's good for the lungs

Had plans for the evenin', this man leans in, his boy's laughin'
Now I'm the spokesperson for Black men
This always happens since all Black women care about is
Who got dough and all we do is call them either bitch or a Black hoe

I say first brotha, you ain't gotta be that cold
Since you ignorant, I'ma show you how the facts go
The biggest example in scandal of history
Were Monica Lewinsky or Donald Trump's pimpin' spree

Most woman who love Jeevanji of Gucci
Are pretentious non-Black groupies or floozies
But who are we to blame, not the dames
It's a man-made game, in all essence, our woman the same

Beautiful creatures, black girls birthed the earth
So they deserve to earn man's purse
Matter fact, I'm about to go shoppin' with my dime
Catch you cowards the next time, next rhyme, uh

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
(That's the American way)
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
('Cause that's the American way)

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
(What up, K? That's the American way)
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way
(Ha, yeah)

I don't care about the runaways, I don't care about who's gay
I don't care about the dyin' of AIDS, but I care if I got paid
Who even cares about the President, I think we're makin' a mistake
I don't care about the hurricane as long as my baby's safe
I don't care about the candidates, they burnt this country into bits

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way
Can we make a change, you know it's not overnight
Let's start the fight
(And ya don't stop, uh)
Can we make a change, you know it's not overnight
Let's start the fight

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way
Nas is a rebel to America

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Biz - Lyrics - The Leprechaun - Lil' Flip

Title: Biz
Album: The Leprechaun
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Wesley Eric Weston, Todd Berry

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Lyric:
Ay, this is for everybody
That wanna get in the rap game
This is for everybody
That think you just get in the rap game and blow up over night
This is for everybody that think it's easy to be on TV in front of limo's
And buy rolex's, ha, it's better known as bleed and suck look

I started rappin' when I was about thirteen
I was into basketball, not this hip hop thing
I started doin' talent shows, I was bein' curious
But I didn't know one day I would be serious
I use to always freestyle until the end of the beat
And I use to take my demo's to the end of my street

To another local rapper I thought could help
But in this rap game people all about thyself
So that made me work harder, I picked up my pin
All though I kinda felt bad I picked up my chin
I made my own rap group Hustlaz Stackin Endz
And I can't wait for me and Hump to drive a platinum Benz

It's the biz
(Where anything can happen)
It's the biz
(Everybody and they mama be rappin')
It's the biz
(Everybody gotta shine rule one
Read before you sign that dotted line)

So I started freestylin' every chance I got
The word on the street was Lil' Flip is hot
I'm the hardest B.G rhymin' in my state
That's when C-Note let me do, "Diamonds-N-Yo-Face"
Song was gettin' played like fifty times a day
Then we hit the road doin' shows, tryna get paid
I started doin' karioes, tryna get out there
It didn't take long for me to put another hit out there

Now I'm in the studio, tryna make dollar bills
Some people owe me fa sho since they live down the street
Rollers actin' like they broke
(Man, show us some love)
I'm tired of hearin' that shit all the time
Me and Hump puttin' it down, nigga, I ain't lyin'
I got record labels mad 'cuz I ain't sign
Some niggas stealin' my rhymes but I'm still gon' shine
If you can't see this biz dirty then you must be blind

It's the biz
(I'm tryna survive)
It's the biz
(Man, forget a ninety five)
It's the biz
(Boy, the game is cur sole sometimes
You just can't think like the rest)

It's a dirty game but who's to blame
I'm a stay independent, y'all choose the fame
Ain't nothin' changed, still workin' the clock
95 made outta wood and a sun roof on top

And when we sittin' on ya block y'all beez in shock
'Cuz Houston got Lil' Flip like caddie have crop
When you see Sucka Free give us our props
'Cuz we run this rap game, believe it or not

Now you got two choices
You can be a rapper or you can be a C E O
Either you can be with the devil or you can be with God
Which one you wanna be with

And if you ain't gettin' sued then you might be suin'
And if your fans ain't clappin' they might be booin'
And if you ain't gettin' paid then you might not get paid
I'm sorry, sometimes that's how the game gets played

And if you ain't on tour you might not have one
It's 90% business, the other half fun
Some niggas get raped for everything they earn
It's just like sex with no protection you get burned

It's the biz
(I'm Sucka Free)
It's the biz
(Everybody want luxury)
It's the biz
(You know what I mean, let's talk about
Contracts and get the green)

I heard you got jacked for your ride
It's the biz
I heard a nigga usin' your lines
It's the biz
I heard a nigga bought you a car
It's the biz

He said that he gon' make you a star
And you ain't seen no money so far
That's the biz and now you know
Knowin' is half the battle, that's the biz

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Z - Blueprint (Momma Loves Me) - Lyrics - The Blueprint - Jay

Title: Z - Blueprint (Momma Loves Me)
Album: The Blueprint
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, Roosevelt Harrell, Al Green

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah
Uhh, right, right, right
Right, right, right, right

Uhh, uhh, uhh, feel me now, listen
Momma loved me, pop left me
Mickey fed me and he dressed me
Eric fought me, made me tougher

Love you for that my nigga no matter what brah
Marcy raised me and whether right or wrong
Streets gave me all I write in the song
Hootie babysitted, changed my diapers

Gil introduced me to the game that changed my life up
East Trenton grew me, had me skippin' school
Valencia's boyfriend Vovo had me makin' moves
Momma raised me, pop I miss you

God help me forgive him I got some issues
Mickey cleaned my ears and he shampooed my hair
Eric was fly, shit, I used to steal his gear
I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong
Yeah it's goin past fast, let's move along

Kitchen table, that's where I honed my skills
Jaz made me believe the shit was real
Labels turned me down, couldn't foresee
Clark sought me out, Dame believed
Primo laced me, Ski did too

Reasonable doubt, classic, shoulda went triple
Momma loved me, pop left me
Grandma dressed me, plus she fed me
Banana puddin', what's in the hood then

Puffin' on L's, drinkin' pink champelle
Ty rolled with a nigga, V.A. spot
Tone, Mike 'Zo and them niggaz, V.A.'s locked
Vigs fucked with a nigga, whassup, ha?

[Unverified] high hated the fact I put rap to the back
Money pourin' in, clientele growin' now
Birth of my first nephew, time to slow it down
October 21st, Lavelle came to the world
Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl

Momma loved me, T.T. uncle Jay
Loves you to death won't let no trouble come your way
Oh, can't forget my man down in Maryland
He's gone 'til November, how can I not remember?
Tell your moms I'm there for her and Tiembra

And your son too, there's nothin' I won't do
Unless you was me, how could you judge me?
I was brought up in pain, y'all can't touch me
Police pursued me, chased cuffed and subdued me

Talked to me rudely, 'cause I'm young rich and I'm black
And live in a movie, not livin' by rules
New rap patrollin' the city, follow my crews

Bleek you're still with me, nigga what did I say?
The time is comin' you one hit away
Beans I ain't tryin' to change you
Just give you some game to make the transition
From the street to the fame, my momma loves me

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Boy (I Need You) (Remix) - Lyrics - Mariah Carey

Title: Boy (I Need You) (Remix)
Artist: Mariah Carey
Composer(s): Norman Whitfield, Mariah Carey, Justin Smith

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Lyric:
I can't help it when I'm not around you
(Boy)
'Cause all I ever seem to do
Is drift away in dreams about you

'Cause when I'm without you
(Boy)
It always seems like
Part of me is missing, baby

Sometimes I don't call like I don't care at all
But secretly, you're the only thing that lifts me up
And makes me smile when I'm unhappy
All you gotta do is call and suddenly
Things don't really seem so bad at all

(Boy)
I need you
(Boy)
Adore you
(Boy)
Gotta have you
(Oh boy)
I wanna feel your touch, this ain't no little crush
So come and get my love, baby anything you want

Feeling you
(Boy)
Fiending for you
(Boy)
Just waiting on you
(Boy)
When I see you
(Oh boy)
I'm gonna wrap you up inside my love
And never let you go boy, never let you go boy

My heart races when my Motorola beeps
Or my cell rings, I just make a wish
And if it's you my whole day changes
'Cause when I know you're thinking of me
(Boy)
Heaven knows suddenly it's not so dismal, baby

Sometimes I don't call like I don't care at all
But secretly, you're the only thing that lifts me up
And makes me smile when I'm unhappy
All you gotta do is call and suddenly
Things don't really seem so bad at all

(Boy)
I need you
(Boy)
Adore you
(Boy)
Gotta have you
(Oh boy)
I wanna feel your touch, this ain't no little crush
So come and get my love, baby anything you want

Feeling you
(Boy)
Fiending for you
(Boy)
Just waiting on you
(Boy)
When I see you
(Oh boy)
I'm gonna wrap you up inside my love
And never let you go boy, never let you go boy

I need you
(What? Who? Uh huh, uh huh)
I wanna feel your touch
(Why wouldn't you)
So come and get my love
(Show me where it's at, now sing)

I need you
(What? Who? Uh huh, uh huh)
I'm gonna wrap you up
(Wrap me up)
And never let you go boy, never let you go boy
(Never let me go, girl)

(Boy)
I need you
(Boy)
Adore you
(Boy)
Gotta have you
(Oh boy)
I wanna feel your touch, this ain't no little crush
So come and get my love, baby anything you want

Feeling you
(Boy)
Fiending for you
(Boy)
Just waiting on you
(Boy)
When I see you
(Oh boy)
I'm gonna wrap you up inside my love
And never let you go boy, never let you go boy

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Bruised Orange - Lyrics - John Prine

Title: Bruised Orange
Artist: John Prine
Composer(s): John Prine

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Lyric:
My heart's in the ice house, come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
On a cold winter's morning to a church house
Just to shovel some snow

I heard sirens on the train track howl naked gettin' nuder
An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter
Just from walking with his back turned
To the train that was coming so slow

You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air, say what does it matter?
But it don't do no good to get angry so help me, I know

For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow

I've been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back there
I sat on a park bench, kissed the girl with the black hair
And my head shouted down to my heart
"You better look out below"

Hey, it ain't such a long drop, don't stammer don't stutter
From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter
And you carry those bruises to remind you wherever you go

You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air, say what does it matter?
But it don't do no good to get angry so help me, I know

For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow

My heart's in the ice house, come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
On a cold winter's morning to a church house
Just to shovel some snow

I heard sirens on the train track howl naked gettin' nuder
An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter
Just from walking with his back turned
To the train that was coming so slow

You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air, say what does it matter?
But it don't do no good to get angry so help me, I know

For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow

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Can'T Stop - Lyrics - Madonna

Title: Can'T Stop
Artist: Madonna
Composer(s): Stephen Pate Bray, Madonna L. Ciccone

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Lyric:
Can't stop
Can't stop thinking about you, babe, can't stop
Can't stop screaming and shouting your name, can't stop
Look out boy 'cause I'm going to the top of your list, can't stop

I've tried and tried to get next to you
My friends say I am blind, I'll never break through
But I don't give in so easily
This I know, you just wait and see

I know that you're afraid that I might
Come steal your heart away in the night
But I can't take away what's not mine
You'll see, you'll come to me in time, can't stop

Can't stop thinking about you, babe, can't stop
Can't stop screaming and shouting your name, can't stop
Look out boy 'cause I'm going to the top
Of your list, can't stop

I've never gone the distance before
To find if love was worth giving more
I was born to love you, I've got nothing to hide
I know about your secret side

So shut me out, I'll never let go
'Cause I can work a spell on your soul
I play the fool but it won't last for long
Oh no, 'cause baby, I'm too strong, can't stop

Can't stop thinking about you, babe, can't stop
Can't stop screaming and shouting your name, can't stop
Look out boy 'cause I'm going to the top
Of your list, can't stop

Can't stop thinking about you, babe, can't stop
Can't stop screaming and shouting your name, can't stop
Look out boy 'cause I'm going to the top
Of your list, can't stop

Don't be afraid to try
Just let me love you for a while
You'll see, what it's all about
Oh baby, I can't clear you out

{Can't stop}
{Can't stop}
{Can't stop}

So shut me out, I'll never let go
'Cause I can work a spell on your soul
I play the fool but it won't last for long
Oh no, 'cause baby, I'm too strong, can't stop

Don't be afraid to try
Just let me love you for a while
You'll see, what it's all about
Oh baby, I can't clear you out

Can't stop thinking about you, babe, can't stop
Can't stop screaming and shouting your name, can't stop
Look out boy 'cause I'm going to the top of your list, can't stop

Can't stop thinking about you, babe, can't stop
Can't stop screaming and shouting your name, can't stop
Look out boy 'cause I'm going to the top of your list, can't stop

Just can't help myself
You know I've got to have you and no one else
{Can't stop}

Just can't help myself
You know I've got to have you and no one else
{Can't stop}

Just can't help myself
You know I've got to have you and no one else
{Can't stop}

Just can't help myself
You know I've got to

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Control Myself - Lyrics - Todd Smith - Ll Cool J

Title: Control Myself
Album: Todd Smith
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Ryan Toby, John Robie, Arthur Henry Baker, Afrika Bambaataa, Jermaine Dupri, James Phillips, Jennifer Lopez, John B Miller, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
No me puedo controlar
Aqui con el Señor LL Cool J
Y aqui estoy, ya tu sabes
Uno, dos, tres, muevete!
(Ya'll know what this is, so, so Def!)

The club was far from empty
It was crowded at the entry
I slide right through like how I do
This girl began to tempt me

She said her name Shayeeda
I could tell her mama feed her
When they tight and thick them jeans don't fit
I'm L, nice to meet ya

I could feel my body yearning
The room just started turning
Didn't want to go out on the floor
But this girl was so determined

My brain began to sizzle
I'm sweatin' just a little
On the dance floor in the middle
She turned around and giggle
She said

You got, you got, you got
What it takes to make me leave my man
It's hard to control myself
It's hard to control myself

You got, you got, you got
What it takes to make this boy be bad
It's hard to control myself
It's hard to control myself

It's hard for me to control myself
And to hold myself back from jumpin' on ya
Like I wanna, like I wanna, wanna

Temptation is a mother
How we lust for one another
We barely know each other
Yet we're waddling like we're lovers

The air is filled with passion
The strobe lights are flashin'
The hustlers throw cash in
The bartender keeps splashin'

Her moves were so erotic
Her gaze was so hypnotic
I begged this girl to stop it
But she continued to pop it

You know I know you like it
Let me hit you on your Sidekick
Because the after party is at my body
Meet me you're invited
She said

You got, you got, you got
What it takes to make me leave my man
It's hard to control myself
It's hard to control myself

You got, you got, you got
What it takes to make this boy be bad
It's hard to control myself
It's hard to control myself

It's hard for me to control myself
And to hold myself back from jumpin' on ya
Like I wanna, like I wanna, wanna

She licked, off, her lip, gloss
Her hips, tossed, back, and forth
Side, to side, and up, and down
She touched, the ground, it turned, me out

I'm battling desire
Lord help me douse this fire
This internal inferno
Hotter than a shot of Cuervo

Her top was short and purple
Belly dancing in a circle
When I feel like this I can't resist
Stop it, don't make me hurt you
She said

You got, you got, you got
What it takes to make me leave my man
It's hard to control myself
It's hard to control myself

You got, you got, you got
What it takes to make this boy be bad
It's hard to control myself
It's hard to control myself

It's hard for me to control myself
And to hold myself back from jumpin' on ya
Like I wanna, like I wanna, wanna

Zezeze
Zezeze
Zezeze

Uh, yeah
I need e'rybody to report to the dance floor
Right, now!
Woo ooo!

Yeah, uh huh, uh huh
Shake it, shake it, shake it
Ya'll know what this is

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Crime Story - Lyrics - Please Hammer, Don't Hurt 'Em - Mc Hammer

Title: Crime Story
Album: Please Hammer, Don't Hurt 'Em
Artist: Mc Hammer
Composer(s): Kirk Burrell

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Lyric:
Crime stories
You get, boy, no glory
Not in these crime stories
I?m tellin? you right now, no glory
Scene I

Too Big and the Hammer rollin? on a hit
Knives in our hands to the sound of the click
And now we?re ready, we hit the swoove
Windows ease down we spray their crews

Eight fools dead, a baby too
You ask me how I?m livin?, this hit?s for you
But that?s not all we got the prize
A mother in a kitchen, now yo, she?s dead inside

Yeah, we took them suckers out
They know what time it is now

Crime stories
Homeboys, you get no glory
Not in these crime stories
You ain?t gettin? nuthin' on that, no glory
Scene II, me and Too Big at the club

Too Big and the Hammer kickin? it at the club
Boastin? about the way that we pulled those sucker?s plugs
We weren?t worried, naw, we didn?t care
When you?re in this war, yo, all is fair

A tap on my shoulder, I turn around
Too Big is dyin? fast, he?s on the ground
I reach for my gat, it was too late
The knives went pointblank range in my face

Yo, they opened fire and took me out
Somebody tell my mother, I love her, man

Crime stories
Boy, you get no glory
I?m not going to mislead my brothers
Crime stories, I?m tellin? ya right now, ah, will they talk? No glory
Scene III, the pimpin? game

Now I?m pimpin? these berries, got to get that money
Those suckers still payin? for a little bit of honey
Nothin? in this world can stop my flow
AIDS ain?t done nothin? but help my business grow

My babes are trained to make that dollar
To take you out, fool, it ain?t no bother
You dropped your pants and you pay the price
Your money maybe AIDS, fool, and then your life

Yeah, that?s right ?cause a pimp got to make it
You know what I?m sayin?

We?re talkin? about crime stories
And I ain?t givin? up no propers, no glory


Crime Stories, all the real brothers have been locked up
And you know they don?t wanna go back, no glory
Scene IV, the pimp got took out by Barry's brother

We got this tip on some new fresh bait
Money in their heads and they could hardly wait
My girls went to their room to make the play
Two suckers at once, yeah, would make my day

Now I?m outside some suckers walk up
Talkin? real hard about smokin? my butt
He pushed the button, the blade came out
Cut me on my throat and then a bullet in my mouth

I guess the devil got all the babes in hell
Maybe he?ll let me work with him? Ssh

Crime stories
I?m tellin? ya, man, you get no glory
?Cause I?m not gonna mislead my young brothers
Crime stories, if you've ever been locked up
You know the true stories, no glory
And I?d like to say this before we get outta here

To my brothers in the game, my brothers
Who are out there doin? what they feel they?ve got to do
I wanna ask you one favor, let?s let the young kids 10, 11, 12 years old
Let?s let them go on and do their thing at the schoolhouse

Let?s give them a chance to make it
Let?s give them a chance at a different life
You doin? what you feel you have to do
But they youngsters and they don?t know any better

So we want to give them a chance to live
I mean life is precious, and you know that yourself
And you try to make a better life for yourself

So what I?m sayin? this from the bottom of my heart, let the kids be
Help the children lead to another way
And peace from you and I love you and I?m outta here

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Z - Diamond Is Forever - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - Diamond Is Forever
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Charles Stanton, Shawn Carter, Ronald Feemster

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Lyric:
Hear me now? Good

(Blueprint 2, baby)
The best times, it was the worst times
It's 'The Gift & the Curse'

R O C, yeah, number one, click here
If you represent us, throw them diamonds up, yeah
Now let's be clear, I ain't goin' no where
Now that you know, holla at your boy
Hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov'

Standin' in my B boy stance
Free, Beans, Memphis where you at nigga?
Right here, snatch Cam and it's a rap
This here, rap belong to us, nobody strong as us, it's a fact
Hold up, I'm just warmin' up, gimme a second to get it back

Young Chris, Neek, what? Oschino and Sparks
Next summer's yo' summer, tear this motherfucker up
Young is eternal, my young'uns'll burn you
"The Blueprint" birthed, nigga, I earthed you, you can't be serious

Young 'cause I'm thirty-two, dressed like I'm twenty-two
Flow like a eighteen, do what I wanna do
Goin' on my eighth ring, got Phil Jackson's and
Flow is black magic, I'm at it again

Rose Bowl with black karats, 'Horse & Carriage' to spend
Like Mason Betha, chasin' this cheddar, to the end
Of the road because the end I'm told, is nearer than we know
What can I say but live for today, hov'

R O C, yeah, number one, click here
If you represent us, throw them diamonds up, yeah
Now let's be clear, I ain't goin' no where
Now that you know, holla at your boy
Hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov'

Yeah, 'The Blueprint 2' homey, follow the moves
You put on two tube socks, you couldn't walk in my shoes
I was dealt a bad hand, fuck, what else could I do
But keep somethin' up my sleeve, that'll help me through

But can you believe, everywhere I'm at, models come through
Cat fightin', cat walkin', it happens often
It's true, how society don't want me to move
Into the penthouse building with spectacular views

They're like uhh, "He's a menace he could never be a tenant"
I'm like ooh, what's a young nigga to do?
I bring the brothers to the building, give a feeling that I don't
Give a fuck, we just chillin', watchin' chandelier ceilings high as fuck

Old lady, don't blow my high
'Specially if you don't know my life, don't make me bring
Sharpton in it 'cause I'm dark skinneded or
Dude, with the 'fro and the Rainbow Coalition, I'ma

Victim of a single parent household, born in a mouse hole
Mousetrap, niggaz wanna know
How so, how Jay get up out that, here, yeah
I snatched purses I persevered, yeah

I had work, fiends purchased, it was clear
I was out there sellin' hope for despair, but stop there
I swear, I only make good from my mouth to God's ears
Had to get out the hood

And I can't justify genocide
But I was born in the city where the skinny niggaz die
Born in the city, where the skinny niggaz ride
And as a skinny nigga, I had beef with high size

R O C, yeah, number one, click here
If you represent us, throw them diamonds up, yeah
Now let's be clear, I ain't goin' no where
Now that you know, holla at your boy
Hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov'

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Dime, Quarter, Nickel, Penny - Lyrics - Watermelon, Chicken And Gritz - Nappy Roots

Title: Dime, Quarter, Nickel, Penny
Album: Watermelon, Chicken And Gritz
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): William Hughes, Troy Johnson, Brian Scott, Mel Adams, Brian Anthony

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Lyric:
I broke a dollar down the gutter down South
The dime, quarter, penny, nickel
Flipped the 25 to 50 cent, now watch the bitch triple
Game simple, ya here today, tomorrow ya ain't
Now who the hell gon' save it right
That ain't gon' change the way you think
I took a buck fifty, ballin' on a budget, bought a Dutch
Quickly spilled it and I stuffed it with that chunky from Kentucky
Man that blunt did it, sour then McDonald's make the world pick
If any nigga got it, shit skinny finna get it
While it's gettin' good and hold it for a minute

Let that shit bubble, weigh it up and chop it when it's finished
We gon' drop it when it's finished, for some dollars and some pennies
Like a dime relentless, nappy niggaz all about the Benji's
Not the dog naw, we're talkin' 'bout the dead prez
Slaw, with the hog mall, chicken wing and fed bread
Dough like the cash flow, finna keep my focus
Spinnin' like a twenty picture Skinny in a cold pit
Spinnin' like a twenty picture Skinny in a cold pit?
Boy ye ain't know that money make the world go
Hustlin' for pennies, nine four for it real slow

Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
Damn, ain't it funny how we all about the Benji's
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
Won't you give nigga dollar since ya got so many?
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
Damn, ain't it funny how we all about the Benji's
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
Won't you give nigga dollar since ya got so many?

Whatchu want man?
Rick Schroeder said a hundred for that
Super happiness, a blunt and a sack
Who could we feel like this? I don't need no crack
Weed smoke comin' out the front of the 'lac
Gun in the lap and a gun in the back
Come to realize we was goin' that fast
I blink my eyes, follow runnin' my tags
Next time I travel somewhere dirty I'ma come in a cab

I can't knock all the rocks you rock
How I'ma cop all them yachts ya got?
You get props on the bop she bop
Let's keep it all the way nappy, when you hot, you hot
Burn up a dime, sell a nickel at the corner
Throw a penny in the jukebox, damn it's outta order
Spinnin' air, fumes blowin', silver spoons
The dollar value gets shorter as you get older
Hey come here for a minute
Don't tell nobody I told you but
The dollar value gets shorter as you get older

Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
Damn, ain't it funny how we all about the Benji's
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
Won't you give nigga dollar since ya got so many?
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
Damn, ain't it funny how we all about the Benji's
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
Won't you give nigga dollar since ya got so many?

Aww, y'all boys done up and done it, spun it, flaunt it
Jump my motorbike doin' about a hundred, one gun and I'm blunted
Everybody fend for they self, they tell me strong arm
While it's only ten on the shelf
Like this, galloping ghost flow ferocious
Break down bones like osteoperosis
Prophit's in a coma, back stuffed with explosives
Postage to the White House, fuck all that bullshit
It's kinda funny, everybody love money to death
Not that, 3 percent control America's wealth

Need some help? Look at yourself, sure ya do
Y'all feel like "Fuck the world?" Me too
Can't get rich being complacent
Know ya gotta rebel when ya can't make a payment
Water like ice cubes for big faces
Face it, we're livin' with racists, outrageous
Wild, hostile, shake up stages, contagious
Young baby don't have patience, what my name is?
R Prophit, sing the cadence

Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
Damn, ain't it funny how we all about the Benji's
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
Won't you give nigga dollar since ya got so many?
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
Damn, ain't it funny how we all about the Benji's
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
Won't you give nigga dollar since ya got so many?

Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
Damn, ain't it funny how we all about the Benji's
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
Won't you give nigga dollar since ya got so many?
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
Damn, ain't it funny how we all about the Benji's
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
Won't you give nigga dollar since ya got so many?
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny

Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny

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Don'T Make Fun Of Daddy'S Voice - Lyrics - Swords - Morrissey

Title: Don'T Make Fun Of Daddy'S Voice
Album: Swords
Artist: Morrissey
Composer(s): Steven Patrick Morrissey, Alain Whyte

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Lyric:
Long ago when he was
Young and restless
Suddenly, daddy saw
The beckoning finger of fate

Don't make fun of daddy's voice
Because he can't help it
When he was a teenage boy
Something got stuck in his throat

When you are young
You crave affection
And it can come
From the strangest direction

Don't make fun of daddy's voice
Because he can't help it
When he was a teenage boy
Something got stuck in his throat

Don't make fun of daddy's voice
Because he can't help it
When he was a teenage boy
Something got stuck in his throat

No te divirtes con papi?
No te divirtes con papi?
No te divirtes con papi?
No te divirtes con papi?

No te divirtes con papi?
No te divirtes con papi?
No te divirtes con papi?
No te divirtes con papi?

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Down South Posted - Lyrics - Juve The Great - Juvenile

Title: Down South Posted
Album: Juve The Great
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): C Nicholas, Terius Gray, D Grison, S Arrington

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Lyric:
Ayo we down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

We down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

I pledge allegions with the four nickel you niggas no pickle
Cock the pistol point my issues at you and whodi who wit you
Your body ain't nothing but grizzle, I can see through the tissue
They gon' think you was in gymnastics how the chopper gon' hit you
I might have to crash the party if niggas gets me started
Better watch this nickel forty 'cuz this bitch gets retarded
Fuck with me shorty, I could teach you how to be flawless
NOPD wanna see me up in Dora Delawless

Hate fighting them charges, take a nigga regardless
Fuck 'em and duck 'em and tell them to suck on a hard dick
When we was wilding in the Nolia they was callin' us babies
I guess the same shit went on in the 80's
But still crazy, I'm with it too, kinda sneaky know how to get at you
Not trying to have momma crying and miserable
I'm already knowing what guns could do
I've seen some of the worst niggas get blown in two

We down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

We down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

Yes she say she love me, every time she fucks me
But then she sayin' fuck me, every time we fussing
Skip I'm sick of hustlin', boy you just disgustin'
Na na na na, bitch, don't you tell me nothing
All you know is dollars, Dolce and Gobanna
Gucci, Fendi, Chanel, Milono, Prado
All you is is problems, I can't help you solve them
So when you think, just think, nah don't involve him

Hang up when you callin', caller ID all 'em
If it's your number I don't answer, ain't no sense in callin'
Bitch I'm back to ballin', like I fell off
Like if I was doing bad I'm gonna tell y'all
What could I tell y'all except suck dick and swallow
Yeah you look good, but can you walk like a model?
Bitch I pop collars, and I clock dollars
So watch your watch and watch for the shock Bladah

We down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

We down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

Man look up over there, wilding, cursing bitches smoking Jo's now
Got two open charges niggas talking round dro now
Saw they so small they spin the bend in regular clothes now
But whodi and them so smart before they spin, lil' one close shop
Slim just got popped for douljer grind and a weed pipe
Guess they trying to sock it to my dog with them three strikes
Fuck that, we got buying money nigga we tight
UTP, six coat, cut throat nigga we right

Trying to get you niggas to understand this a new day
New jewels, new shoes, new twos, new pay
New trips, new clips, new whips, new K
A million for my great grand children to my new day
You straight? I'm just trying to make sure you straight
Keep them nappy head bitches out ya face cousin and move weight
Every nigga working with something thick they do take
Don't you fall off over a fat ass and a cute face

We down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

We down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

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Dozen Roses, A (You Remind Me) - Lyrics - The Makings Of Me - Monica

Title: Dozen Roses, A (You Remind Me)
Album: The Makings Of Me
Artist: Monica
Composer(s): Corte Ellis, Cliff Jones, Curtis L Mayfield, David Lindsey, Melissa A Elliott

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Lyric:
With a dozen roses, such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
It is true, the makings of you

Boy, you remind me, remind me of my Gucci shoes
Every time you walk past, all the girls be lookin' at you
You got style just like a Bentley Coupe
And I be losin' my mind every time I get next to you

I think I'm fallin' in love with you
Baby, caught up in somethin' that's movin' so fast
Never been with nobody else
You and I tighter than the jeans on my ass

You remind me of this thing
Somethin' like R. Kelly singin' 'bout a jeep
Boy, you're everythin' to me
And you're my, you're my, you're my property

Boy, you remind me, remind me of the ice on my rings
Boys, you remind me of this
These are the makings of you
It is true, these are the makings of you

You remind me of the very first time
You remind me of the time we made love
Just like the 25th day of Christmas
Waitin' for Santa Claus to show up

You got a heart of gold, baby, you should know
Baby, you remind me of so much
And baby, you always stay on my mind
You're just like my rims, you shine

Boy, you remind me of 26's on my car
Complete spinnin' around, lookin' like a superstar
Boy, you remind me of how our life's supposed to be
This is what you remind me
And you're my, you're my property

Lookin' at you look at another
Baby, I don't need another brother
Satisfy my mind to the fullest of my body
There's no pressure, baby

And now I keep it so real
And I can't help it, you got that whip appeal
What's the deal? Tell me how you feel
Could it be me, me? [incomprehensible]

You like the ice on my wrist, it's like kick on my hip
Mac on my lips, armor oil on my whip
Butter on my shrimp, I'm the Gladys, you the Pip
I keep my hair flip, the way you like to see me strip

Keep a money clip, you remind me of a tip
Like a pair of jeans from Abercrombie when they rip
Like a glass of wine every time I take a sip
It's you
(You, you, you, you, you, you)

Boy, you remind me, remind me of my Gucci shoes
Every time you walk past, all the girls be lookin' at you
You got style just like a Bentley Coupe
And I be losin' my mind every time I get next to you

With a dozen roses, such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
These, these are
(It is true, the makings of you, you)

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Drugz [Screwed] - Lyrics - U Gotta Feel Me - Lil' Flip

Title: Drugz [Screwed]
Album: U Gotta Feel Me
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Wesley Weston, Oscar Salinas, Juan Salinas

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Lyric:
Yeah, play and skillz, just let it bang
Na'm sayin' ha ha, feelin' it
Yeah I'm feelin' this one
We talkin' bout music
Pay attention, listen up 'cuz I

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack, 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that an't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I'm like crack, whenever I perform on a track
'Cuz if you from outta town you about to get taxed
And that's that, I ain't changin' my price for nobody
You can keep them points 'cuz you ain't gon' sell four cotties
'Cuz ya style too sloppy, ya beats ain't knockin'
And when you in public, them freaks ain't boppin'

My 6-4 hoppin' when I'm ridin' down the street
I still feel like I'm hustlin' why? 'Cuz I'm raw with these beats
You can put me on a plane or put me on a train
'Cuz no matter where I perform they understand my slang
They understand my pain and how I took over the game
From this day on, rap'll never be the same

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I need 25 a show, I need 30 for a verse
Them video's on BET, yeah I know how much I'm worth
How much? I'm worth a lot, 'cuz I really work a lot
And since Will Lean my nigga, I gotta help him out
So I'ma put him out man, so nigga kick ya feet up
And when the stores sell out then it's time to re up

So keep yo D up, 'cuz we comin' with the heat man
And if you get a deal make sure yo' niggaz eat man
And to my fans, I appreciate the love
So holla at ya boy when I'm at the club
'Cuz I ain't Hollywood, I'm from the Hollyhood
The difference between me and them, my music good

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

Ha ha, ya we flippin' these tracks like crack
Y'all niggaz tryin' to double y'all money
Nigga I'm tryin' to triple my stacks
Ya play 'n skillz on the track, yea Lil' Flip'll spit it fast
Ha ha ha ya, let's go to the next track man
They ain't ready for this type of shit
We ahead of y'all niggaz man, you know what I mean
Shit, you could put this album out 10 years later
And it'll still sell more records than you now, ha ha bitch

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