17 - Lyrics - Mandy Moore - Mandy Moore

Title: 17
Album: Mandy Moore
Artist: Mandy Moore
Composer(s): Shelly Peiken, Todd Chapman

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Lyric:
Some people tell me, that you're not my kind
And I believe them, but I can't get you off my mind
Some people tell me that I should stay away
Maybe I will, some other day

'Cause it feels right, you know it feels good
And I don't know what to do what I should
And I know what makes me happy
And in my heart you are it exactly

I don't wanna do it, I just want you tonight
Not just only in my dreams, save my best behavior
For a little later, 'cause I'm only seventeen
Think I made my mind up, I got time to grow up
Face responsibility, livin' in the moment,
Keepin' my heart open, while I'm only seventeen

I'll learn my lessons, and I'll make mistakes
And if I get burned, it'll be my heart to break
It isn't easy, hearing what they say
Sometimes you've got to take a leap of faith

'Cause it feels right, yeah it feels good
And I'm not gonna do something stupid
Just this once I wanna feel like
I can do what I want when I hold tight

I don't wanna do it, I just want you tonight
Not just only in my dreams, save my best behavior
For a little later, 'cause I'm only seventeen
Think I made my mind up, I got time to grow up
Face responsibility, livin' in the moment,
Keepin' my heart open, while I'm only seventeen

Yea

Anyone, who's ever been in love
Has got to know, what it means to have a dream
And no one can say anything
To change my mind, no, not this time

Feels good
I should
Makes me happy
And you are it exactly

I don't wanna do right, I just want you tonight
Not just only in my dreams, 'cause I'm only seventeen
Time to grow up, face responsibility
Keepin' my heart open
Seventeen

I just want you do right
Only in my dreams
Only seventeen only seventeen only seventeen
Yea

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5 Minutes - Lyrics - Lil' Mo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Check it out now
Break it down now

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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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Another Head Put To Rest - Lyrics - Sittin' Fat Down South - Lil' Troy

Title: Another Head Put To Rest
Album: Sittin' Fat Down South
Artist: Lil' Troy
Composer(s): Brad Jordan, Bruce Isaac Rhodes

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Lyric:
Dig it, comin' back, I'm too large, I'm widdit
Come test me, you wanna get scarred, back in effect
That means that Ak is comin' hard
And you're regrettin' that you tried to pull his card

I start to sweat, when MC's get out of hand
And I don't let you amateurs get on the stand
I just go get Johnny B the right-hand man
And watch 'em jet, when the Akshun takes a stand

I'm on the set in other words, I'm in effect
Grab your cassettes, hit your rewinds and your ejects
Tell your friends that Ak is back and Ak is def
Another head put to rest

When you wanna step to me
I think you should know that
I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath talkin'
Akshun

I go for broke, so why would you waste time
Here comes an Einstein, bringin' the bassline
Boy, you're a sad case, still wanna test mine
Yeah, this is Brad's race and here comes the next rhyme

You shoulda thought, before you stepped into
The center square, now I'm gonna bend you
You shoulda broke out, right after when you
Had the chance, so let me continue

I've got rhymes that can go on forever put 'em in mines and combine
And make 'em clever, irritatin' the most minds
Aiyyo money, it's toast time, let us compare
Who's got the dope rhymes?

I take it as it comes, I got the gall
I couldn't fake it, so who's the one you call
To rock a party, and you know that Ak won't stall
Pass me the 40, I'm back in effect y'all
And step and give the man some respect
You guessed, another head put to rest

When you wanna step to me
I think you should know that
This is how it should be done
Akshun

Back, comin' back like a crack fiend
Strong, I leave a mark like a vaccine
Stop, you comin' off on a wack scene
You're steppin' on Ak's green

Move, up close to the animal
Not a vegetarian, I'm more like a cannibal
I'm comin' hard, I'm comin' hard, you can't stop the press
Ak is a madman and I'm grabbin' hostages

Flow, at will, stand at attention
Now go, no more plottin' and no mo' bitchin'
Ak is a man, who's gonna get off
Whassup? Step off

I heard your rhymes and nevertheless
I never fess and I'm back to progress
I yell whassup? Put you to a test
Another head put to rest

When you wanna step to me
I think you should know that
B, is on the cut

As you sit in your crib just imaginin'
How to make up a jam that just hasn't been used
By the Ak kid now that's a laugh
It's over, on the level, stack up the trash

Pause and let me break it down the way
I want to break it and see how it sounds too
I couldn't fake it 'cause Ak ain't around to play
I couldn't take it, now H-Town is bound to pay

Bet, the man tried to hold me back
Now sweat, you couldn't control the Ak
Go get, upset 'cause I told the facts
You'll jet 'cause here comes a load of wax

I cool, on the scene I'm in the spotlight
A fool, tried to test me then I got hype
I taught school, told them to take a hike
Grab the mic, psych, that jam is too hot right

I prove to all you punks just like Willie D
Ooh, don't mention names, oh silly me
But on the real tip, take it seriously
You couldn't handle Ak, I mean really D
I'm coolin' and steppin', whassup with that?
Backs to progress, another head put to rest

When you wanna step to me
I think you should know that
Ain't no half steppin'

I'd like to send a shout out to Class Quarter Productions
My man Troy's in the house, y'knah 'm sayin'?
Shortstop Records, Johnnie B's on the set
Crazy C in the house, Def Jam blastin', rockin' it on and on
Special shout to my mixmaster, DJ Bruce

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Assassin - Lyrics - Jefferson Starship

Title: Assassin
Artist: Jefferson Starship
Composer(s): Jeannette Sears, Peter Sears

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Lyric:
Something must be done about the lone man
Gun concealed to carry out his heart of stone plan
He is eaten up with hate, got your attention far too late
Could you have stopped him if you'd known beforehand?

He seemed like such a nice guy to his neighbors
Kept to himself and never bothered them with favors
Nobody ever knew him, there was nobody to see through him
He was left alone to plan the death of his betrayers

Who's gonna be the hangman?
Who's gonna be the judge?
Who's gonna cast the first stone?
Who'll settle up this grudge?

It's so obvious the man is guilty
Tell me who is capable of showing any pity
Can anybody name the real assassin?

No one's gonna take responsibility
How did this man come out of our society?
Could our intervention have prevented his intention?
Well you know he's gonna plead insanity

Who's gonna be the hangman?
Who's gonna be the judge?
Who's gonna cast the first stone?
Who'll settle up this grudge?

Who's gonna be the hangman?
Who's gonna be the judge?
Who's gonna cast the first stone?
Who'll settle up this grudge?

It's so obvious the man is guilty
Now tell me who is capable showing any pity
Can anybody name the real assassin?

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Been Gone - Lyrics - 2U - Keshia Chante

Title: Been Gone
Album: 2U
Artist: Keshia Chante
Composer(s): Terence Abney, Scott Carter, Keir Gist, Keshia Chante Harper, Simon Hayes, Shawn Johnson, Ashley Lewis, Frankie Storm, Royal Warren

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Lyric:
I know it's late, baby I've been dialing your number all day
Got me missing you like crazy, you acting like you hate me
Yes, I know I was wrong, I just want you back
Just say you'll take me

It just can't be over, you took away your phone calls and visits
I thought that we were closer, you're giving me the cold shoulder
When I want your warm hugs and kisses
That's what I need the most

It's like Bonnie with no Clyde without you by my side
It's like a part of me died away since you been gone
If I spend some time without you thought I'd be okay
I can't replace you, I tried, it didn't work out that way

So tell me where will you go?
And tell me who's gonna love you like I do?
Since you been gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Since you been gone

I can't respect your feelings
So tell me when you thought about it?
Did you think of me at all?
You don't seem to be affected, I'm trying to correct it

You shoot me down, how could you watch me fall?
I make mistakes that don't mean that I don't love you
I'll learn to love you more, whatever, just let me know
I feel so empty 'cause you've taken your love out my life
I'll keep you happy, darling, don't let me go

It's like Bonnie with no Clyde without you by my side
It's like a part of me died away since you been gone
If I spend some time without you thought I'd be okay
I can't replace you, I tried, it didn't work out that way

So tell me where will you go?
And tell me who's gonna love you like I do?
Since you been gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Since you been gone

This time I'll say I love you every time we speak
Make you a priority, be your strength when you are weak
This time whenever you call me I'll be there
No matter what I'm doing, I will come no matter where

This time I'll give you all the loving that I got
Say the right things, I don't wanna lose what I got
And I don't wanna hurt no more but you got down
Baby, open up the door and let me in

It's like Bonnie with no Clyde without you by my side
It's like a part of me died away since you been gone
If I spend some time without you thought I'd be okay
I can't replace you, I tried, it didn't work out that way

So tell me where will you go?
And tell me who's gonna love you like I do?
Since you been gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Since you been gone

It's like Bonnie with no Clyde without you by my side
It's like a part of me died away since you been gone
If I spend some time without you thought I'd be okay
I can't replace you, I tried, it didn't work out that way

So tell me where will you go?
And tell me who's gonna love you like I do?
Since you been gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Since you been gone

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Birthday - Lyrics - Blurring The Edges - Meredith Brooks

Title: Birthday
Album: Blurring The Edges
Artist: Meredith Brooks
Composer(s): Shelly Peiken, Meredith Brooks

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Lyric:
When's your birthday? What's your middle name?
Who's you're hero?
What's your favorite flavor ice-cream?
Can you tell me, tell me this

Are you Aries?
Are you on the cusp of cancer?
Gonna get to know you better
What? No, it's not a quiz

Well, you can trust me now
We'll dig a little deeper
Let's trade numbers, let's trade beepers
I can't find you any place

Hey, why are you looking at your watch?
We haven't had desert
It's early just 8:30, only our first date

I wanna know do you love me yet?
Do you feel the same? Are you everything?
I wanna know, isn't true love great?
Come on tell me, when's your birthday?

Where ya going? Why ya leavin'?
After all we've been through
Can't you think of me, I'll think of you
Don't throw it all away

I'll quit my job, I'll have you're children
You'll work hard, I'll spend your millions
Hey, no pressure, you've got time
Just don't make me wait

I wanna know, do you believe in fate?
When you're moving in, be my everything
I wanna know, we are for always
Come on tell me, when's your birthday?
When's your birthday?

And it isn't just a oxytocin high
I never felt this way about any other guy before
I ain't getting any younger
I ain't fooling anymore

I wanna know, do you love me yet?
I wanna wear your ring, be your everything
I wanna know, isn't true love great?
Come on tell me, come on tell me

I wanna know, do you believe in fate?
Do you feel the same? Be my everything
I wanna know, isn't true love great?
Come on tell me, when's your birthday?

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Blame - Lyrics - Mike &Amp; The Mechanics

Title: Blame
Artist: Mike &Amp; The Mechanics
Composer(s): Chris Neil, Mike Rutherford

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Lyric:
While you're defending yourself
Maybe you'd like to explain
Are you a king for a day?
Is it some ancient campaign?

Warpaint your flag on your face
Gather the troops on the line
You never made a mistake
There at the scene of the crime

Blood on your hands, blood on your feet
Down in the pouring rain
What do you care out on the street
We're gonna drive you insane
Nobody else to blame for all that

Where are the angry young men?
Where are the fighters or yore?
Looking for trouble again
Looking to settle a score

Why do you reincarnate?
Why will you always be here?
Pour out a nation of hate
Pour out an ocean of tears

Blood on your hands, blood on your feet
Down in the pouring rain
What do you care out on the street
We're gonna drive you insane
Nobody else to blame for all that

Nobody questions the power elite
Who's gonna take up the strain
Nobody else to blame

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Crazy - Lyrics - Bad Bad One - Meredith Brooks

Title: Crazy
Album: Bad Bad One
Artist: Meredith Brooks
Composer(s): Taylor Rhodes, Meredith Anne Brooks

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Lyric:
Jump in, it's fine without a lifeboat, I will give it another try
You say come back, don't go in too deep
But it's a rush to see me do it 'cause you don't dare
Even though there's nothing to it

This town's always gonna think I'm a little crazy
Somebody's always gonna try to label me insane
Funny how I always seem to be the one who's crazy
I just wanna live, I don't wanna fit, if that makes me crazy then I am

No way I feel like nothings goin', my way but my future's bright
Don?t have a single dollar left, got my keys inside my car
And the highway is opening wide, you ask me where
I can't tell you but I'm putting town the pedal tonight

This town's always gonna think I'm a little crazy
Somebody's always gonna try to label me insane
Funny how I always seem to be the one who's crazy
I just wanna live, I don't wanna fit, if that makes me crazy then I am

You say don't change a single thing
But your list is longer than my day
I can't help wondering when all is said
And all is done, am I the crazy one?

I just want to live, I don't want to fit
I just want to try, I don't want to quit
If that makes me crazy, I am

This town's always gonna think I'm a little crazy
Somebody's always gonna try to label me insane
Funny how I always seem to be the one who's crazy
I just wanna live, I don't wanna fit, if that makes me crazy then I am

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360 Degrees - Lyrics - Grand Puba

Title: 360 Degrees
Artist: Grand Puba
Composer(s): M Dixon

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
There's just one thing I wanna say
The reel, to reel, to reel, to reel, yo
There's just one thing I wanna say
Copy, copy, copy, copy, copy

There's just one thing I wanna say
We gonna hit it down like this, y'all know the flav
There's just one thing I wanna say
Uhh, Alamo, is you wit me?

What goes around comes back around again
Stud Doogie, is you wit me?
What goes around comes back around again
S.O.S., is you wit me?

What goes around comes back around again
Yo this how we gon' bust it down, yo you know the flavor
What goes around comes back around again
You know what time is it, check it yo, this how we flow

Here comes the Puba and you know I won't fake it
Usually bust records on gettin' butt naked
Made for the Benzi, drive a nigga skins he
Pump the tape, grab your dick, get with the Puba frenzy

C'mon honey sing, don't you, try to eject
Slow down's what you say, once my joint gets erect
Some try to copy but they just can't sketch it
Some try to follow but they just can't catch it

With the boom, boom tap, yeah alla dat
Huh, I'm livin' fat, me fall off, there'll be none of that
See who's the one to flip it? Quick to tell a nigga to zip it
Stud drink the 40 'cause we ain't got time to sip it

Grand Puba got body
Kick some of them, some of those and some yardies
As dope as they come, suckers sing or hum
Don't try to step to this, you know your shit is slum

First batter up well here's the pitch, it's a curve
Second batter up because the first got served
The one who arouse, as I browse for a blouse
Kick styles by the piles, as I leave a trail for miles

Skins when I please, hit from here to Tel Aviv
I'm gettin' G's, no more time for the line of free cheese
Here's the four one one hon, the one who gets the job done
I know you know the flavor of the Puba

What goes around comes back around again
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Na-nah, nah, nah nah, this how we bump it yo)
What goes around comes back around again
(Yaknahmsayin'? Big Jeff in the house, we gon' move it like this)

What goes around comes back around again
(Ha hah, Baby Pop, Baby Pop in the house)
(Bust how we bust it down)
What goes around comes back around again
(Y'all you know the flavor)
(Sincere Allah, check, check, check, check)

Okay, okay, okay, what more could I say?
Alamo get the boom and parlay, parlay
I'm far from the average, civilize the savage
When I'm low on protein I'm with the bean soup and cabbage

Skins on the diet, kick the flavor, 'cause a riot
Do a show and get the dough and then I'm off to the Hyatt
So tie me on the spliff, ain't no and's or if
And if you really wanna riff you just might end up playin' stiff

Girbauds hangin' baggy, Hilfiger on the top
Knapsack on the back, that's just my flavor Hobbes
As my man gives a zigga, zigga, watchin' three grow bigga, bigga
To Pos K, that's my nigga

Here goes the wreck, whaddayou expect?
If you wanna see some wreck, send cash, not a check
Grand Puba, more than a public figure
Quick to kick the bone up the butt of a golddigger

Now Tic-Tac-Toe means I hit three in a row
If I do a show then you better have my dough
Low, low, well, how low can you go?
Call on Grand Puba if you really need a pro

'Cause my shit's more rugged than G.I. Joe
Don't front honey, act like you know
Now big up to my Brooklyn mob
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Big up to my Uptown mob
(Uptown, Uptown)

Now brothers wanna diss me 'cause it's my turn to burn
My best advice for the brothers is to sit back and learn
I don't diss nobody to be somebody
I just like to kick the flavor to make the people party

See all I'm sayin', is respect due
Those who tried to follow, sorry I left you
Grand Puba, Stud Doogie and Alamo
So if you ever want the flavor you know where to go
Now how we go, yeah, ha ha ha

The reel to reel, yeah yeah yeah, this is how we move it
You know the flavor, y'all know the flavor, you know the flavor
Here we go yo, and you don't stop
(Big up to all the people)
Big up, big up
Big Jeff hold tight, ha hah, ha hah
On and on y'all
Time to get gone
Word is bond

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99 Problems - Lyrics - Home Invasion - Ice T

Title: 99 Problems
Album: Home Invasion
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): George Jr. Clinton, Alphonso Henderson, Tracy L Marrow

Lyric:
Yeah, last year a lot of motherfuckers asked me
Why I didn't do no old sex nasty shit
But this year, I went down to Miami and got my nigga from 2 Live
Brother Marquis in the house
(Yeah, I'm the motherfuckin' nigga)

Yeah, we gonna answer the question about girl problems
All these niggaz is havin' girl problem, Marq
(Huh, tell them man, tell them how it is)
Lemme tell you what time is it

I got a ho from the East, got a ho from the West
Got a ho that likes to jack it off and rub it in her chest
I got a ho from the North, a ho from the South
A ho that likes to suck it long and hold it in her mouth

I got a bitch with hair, a bitch with none
A bitch with a knife, a bitch with a gun
A bitch with a ass big as a TV set
And there's a bitch over there, hey, the one I'm gonna get

But yo, but maybe not, she might not like me though
No sweat to a vet, I'll slam a sista though, word
Ice in the whole damn herd
I fuck 'em all and leave 'em on the curve

I got a bitch with a mink, who rocks a fat gold link
Who likes to fuck me with her ass up on the kitchen sink
Got a bitch with tits, a bitch with ass
A bitch with none, but hey I give her a pass

And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you havin' girl problems, I'll be there for you son
Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit it
Nah, a bitch ain't one

I got a bitch that's old, a bitch that's new
A bitch who love velvet in the colors blue
I got a bitch who's fat, a bitch who's built
A bitch who all her titties give out powdered milk

I got a bitch who's funny, a bitch who ain't
A bitch who can sing, a bitch who can't
A bitch who loves fuckin' on a airplane
I even got a bitch off Soul Train
I got a bitch who rolls a rag-top Benz

Long ends, I got a bitch who's broke as a bum
But she's the most fun
I got a bitch who play piano, a bitch who don't
A bitch who dances naked, a bitch who won't
A bitch who's short, a bitch who's tall
A bitch who burns my pager with priority calls

And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you havin' girl problems, I'll be there for you son
Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit me

Yo Marquis, you from Miami, man, why don't you show
Mhese motherfuckers all the over the world the to live
Style of how the bitches treat a motherfuckin' fly nigga like you?

I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one of them
I don't trip on hos 'cause I don't need none of them
Pussy's the temptation, dick's the persuasion
All hos suck cock, nigga, how you play 'em?

That's why I don't sleep on 'em, I just freak on 'em
Stick dick in they mouth, take it out and I skeet on 'em
The nigga the one nighter, the bitch exciter
I only love my hos when I'm goin' up inside her

Problem number one is gettin' money
I'd rather taste the green than sip the honey
So don't expect nuttin' 'cause I ain't offerin'
I go hard on my bitches 'cause I'm never never softenin'

Puttin' the demand on 'em, fuck 'em and scram on 'em
The 'Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am' game is ran on 'em
So, fuck how you feel, you fuckin' cheap thrill
I hope you took the pill 'cause I won't pay the bill

Gettin' pussy's just another expense
If pussy pays the bills then dick pays the rent
I only need a ho for one thing and that's to cum
I've got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one

Ha, yo Marquis, my motherfucker, you got problems, man?
(A bitch ain't one)
Aww shit, now let me tell you how to do this shit

I got a bitch that loves to G
She'll fuck you right after she fucks me
I got a bitch who loves both
I got a bitch who loves handcuffs and ropes

I got a bitch that's fast, a bitch that's slow
A bitch that's a virgin and a bitch that's a ho
A bitch that lies, a bitch that's true
A bitch who's a man because they're bitches too

I got a bitch that's cool, a bitch that's hot
A bitch who loves rap, a bitch who loves rock
A bitch who's lost and one who knows where it's at
She gets up under me and purrs like a cat

I got a bitch that runs, I got a bitch that walks
I got a bitch that yells, I got a bitch who talks
I got a bitch that's dirty, got a bitch that's neat
I got a super fine bitch that I knocked in the swap meet

And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you havin' girl problems, I'll be there for you son
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit me

No a bitch ain't one, you knahm sayin'?
(Huh, you know a bitch ain't one)
I got problems with my motherfuckin' rent Marquis
But a bitch ain't one

Man, you got yourself nothin' man
Fuck them raggedy stank ass hos nigga

A bitch ain't one
I got a problems stayin' out here on these streets
With the police trying to take a nigga out, y'know?
But a bitch ain't one, got problems with motherfuckers
Buyin' my records but a bitch ain't one

Fuck 'em all, nigga, fuck them motherfuckers
You knahm sayin'? A bitch ain't one
Got problems man
All them motherfuckers can kiss my motherfuckin' ass f'real

Really, niggaz worryin' about bitches
They better, they better find somethin' else to worry about

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Da Thugs - Lyrics - Thug On Da Line - Krayzie Bone

Title: Da Thugs
Album: Thug On Da Line
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): I Lorenzo, Michael Sandlofer, M S Loafer, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Thugline guess who's back?
(Da thugs)
Tell 'em who the real niggaz is, man?
(Da thugs)

Who the fuck ya come to see?
(Da thugs)
The only niggaz down with me is
(Da thugs)

Who the niggaz straight up off the double glock?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz brought you thug love with Pac
(Bone)
(Da thugs)

Who the niggaz mixin' Hennessey and gin?
(Da thugs)
Let's start this shit up, baby

Niggaz guessin' it is my thug nature
That motivates me to chase me some paper
'Cause bein' broke sure 'nuff wasn't the plans when we made 'em
Straight up, you barely get up off your ass wake up, wake up
Nigga, how long you think this shit gonna last? Yeah
(Thugs)

Get up, get up got to keep your hustle
Got to fight the struggle if ya wanna survive the jungle
You know I'm a thug for life, I'm knowin' you already knowin' that
Don't need to be showin' that
Until it's time to let niggaz knowin that, that's what I'm doin'
(Thugs)

Gonna go platinum outta the box the tracks out, the raps out
And nigga don't act shocked
You fuckin' with Kray, leatherface sawed off slim
Ghetto cowboy
Whatever you got to say you say it loud, speak up
(Thugs)

No need for flashin' my jewelry to get a broad, hell no
Ain't got no game but nigga my real is raw
You feel me, kill me that's been the discussion of some bustas
I heard them motherfuckas tryin' to do the thuggish ruggish
(Thugs)

Bring it on, we about war, world war
Meet us in the streets or bring it to the show
We can rap, bust caps, make 'em know it
While I strangle this bastard with my microphone cord
(Da thugs)

Who them motherfuckas wanna be like?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz feel the thug shit we write?
(Da thugs)

Tell them motherfuckas who we do it for?
(Da thugs)
If ya niggaz lookin' for us playa, here we go
(Da thugs)

Why the fuck the cops always fuckin' with
(Da thugs)
Fuck the police that's comin' straight from
(Da thugs)

Who your girlfriend left you for?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz you scared to approach?
(Da thugs)

The way they leave ya fine 'til we get there
Nigga you're runnin' outta time
See you with a cop, 'cause we be there
Picture thugs on the line, frontline

The way they leave ya fine 'til we get there
Nigga you're runnin' outta time
See you with a cop, 'cause we be there, pint ya
Thugs on the line, frontline

See krayzie about that nickels and profit
(Thugs)
Keepin' my pockets all swollen
Gimme that bone love
As you can see it's no longer mo' thug

That's your luck, 'cause it ain't no beefer that my peeps
So why do I hear 'em speakin' it different on the streets?
But check it out
(Thugs)

I'm through with trippin', that's why I got on my mission and did this
Handled my business, witness your nigga come up on these millions
Really I been in the cut now for quite a while
When I come out, niggaz gonna recognize the tighter style
(Thugs)

Now watch out this harmonies
Speed it up, heat it up, beat it up
Give it up, anyways keepin' up
Ain't never been done before just so you know

Wait a minute, oh I want you to meet and greet my thug tribe
New and improved, I bring to you the motherfuckin' thugline
(Thugs)

Fuck what you talkin' stupid bitch, it's what you walk
Can you walk? And my thugs strut
It's daily watch me walk
(Thugs)

I never really been one to claim no coast
But you're that Cleveland nigga in here for sho'
(In da house)
That I know
(Thugs)

Who them niggaz stealin' t-shirts and khakies?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz keep it real when they rappin'?
(Da thugs)

Who they tryin' to ban, who?
(Da thugs)
And who don't give a damn, who?
(Da thugs)

What you hearin' when you turnin' on your radio?
(Da thugs)
Who you seein' when you lookin' at the video?
(Da thugs)

Who them niggaz smokin' blunts non stop?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz escape the block?
(Da thugs)

When you kick it with the thugs
When you smoke a little weed
Call me up, you know the thugs always keep it
We got what you need, just call me up, yeah
(Da thugs)

Teach the world to be like
(Da thugs)
(Whole wide world)
Want the world to be like
(Da thugs)
(Whole, wide, world)

Teach the world to be like
(Da thugs)
(Whole wide world)
Want the world to be like
(Da thugs)
(Whole, wide, world)

What's up to my niggaz Flesh-N-Bone?
(Da thugs)
Stay strong, my nigga
Fuck the law
(Da thugs)

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Desperate For You - Lyrics - Motorhead

Title: Desperate For You
Artist: Motorhead
Composer(s): Ian Fraser Kilmister, Micael Kiriako Delaoglou, Philip Anthony Campbell

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Lyric:
What's up? What's up? What's up motherfucker?
I think I call your bluff
Who's there? Who's there?
I think I know, but I don't think I care
Came in on the Flyer honey, 1952
I ain't for hire for money so I'll tell you what I'll do

I'm gonna be a gangster, a gangster of love
I might not be Al Capone, but I think I'll be quite good
I'm all I got right now, so what are we gonna do?
I think I'm a desperado, desperate for you

Way cool, way cool
I don't talk like this, but I like to bend the rules
Too bad, it's too bad
To think of the face of a man whose woman you had
Came in on the Silver Streak, 1964
I ain't for hire for money, but it sure beats being poor

I'm gonna be an outlaw, just like Jesse James
Rob all of your banks and the occasional train
And if Bobby Ford should shoot me, I know just what you'd do
That's why I'm a desperado, desperate for you

I'm gonna blow your brains out, just like Sirhan Sirhan
You might not remember him, but believe me I sure can

Gonna be a national hero, gonna be a household name
Gonna be like a roaring wind, like a hurricane
You'll never see it coming, might not hear it too
You know I'm a desperado, desperate for you

Desperate man, you know that's me

Baby

Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
But it can be arranged

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Doubledecker - Lyrics - Liquido - Liquido

Title: Doubledecker
Album: Liquido
Artist: Liquido
Composer(s): Tim Eiermann, Wolfgang Schroedl

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Lyric:
Left abandoned and abused
Maybe I'm so confused
Take my chance and do my best
Better then the whole rest

Never change it's just too late
We can't be friends well think again now
I will realize my plan doing what I can

Never gonna chance never gonna chance
Fix me right and then
We'll see what's coming on now
Take a little bit of this and that

Take a little bit of supersonic banners make me so sad
Supermega tony vega like a beggar like on an easy chair
I like it when you're so aware
Supersonic games supersonic games
Who's to blame who's to b b b b blame

Big boy double decker makin' my heart go quicker
It's a bad game-dreadful like migraine

To the ladies
I feel I'm sleepin' through the cracks
Two times ryhmin' on this track
Laughin' 'bout the thing we did
Another day so uninspired

Never gonna chance never gonna chance
Fix me right and then
We'll see what's coming on now
Take a little bit of this and that

Take a little bit of supersonic banners make me so sad
Supermega tony vega like a beggar like on an easy chair
I like it when you're so aware
Supersonic games supersonic games
Who's to blame who's to b b b b blame

Big boy double decker makin' my heart go quicker
It's a bad game-dreadful like migraine

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Drift Away - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: Drift Away
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
Drift away, just drift away
Sometimes I wish, I could just drift away

They say there's gonna be a river of blood
It's apocalypse now
So, we're prefer the flood
The ice is gonna melt, the water gonna rise
And we'll all go to hell
So, they're keepin' us advised
While the dollar falls down
The yen gonna climb
It's a moral decline
And I'm losing my mind

I think I'll just drift away
To that island of my dreams
Live in total fantasy
Close my eyes and drift away

Back in the real world
There's tension everywhere
And the smell of fear
Keeps hanging around and polluting the air
The man on the news is going over the top
Now, he'll say anything so his show don't flop
Wall Street's down, so what
And according to astute market analysis
The world's gonna stop
They shout the story to the nation
Pass on the panic to the population
This is the end of civilization
It's all over now

Meanwhile, I just drift away
To my island in the sun
Imaginary paradise, perfection
Sometimes I wish I could just drift away
Drift away
Drift away
Drift away

Now, all the politicians are running out of hope
They've burned all their bridges
Now, they just can't cope
And who do we blame now we're all going broke?
It's that man over there
Who's hanging from a rope
Newsmen winding up the nation
A little bad news helps circulation
Pass on the panic to the population
It's all over, it's all over
It's all over, now

Times like this, I just drift away
To my tropical fantasy
Living on coconuts growing on the trees
Sometimes, I wish I could just drift away
Drift away
Drift away
Drift away
It's apocalypse, now
Drift away
The rivers of blood
Drift away
And the man on the news is going over the top

Sometimes, I just drift away
To my island in the sun
Imaginary paradise, perfection
Sometimes, I wish I could just drift away
Drift away
Drift away

Drift away
Drift away
Drift away
Drift away

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Every Step Of The Way - Lyrics - Monkees

Title: Every Step Of The Way
Artist: Monkees
Composer(s): Mark Clarke, Ian Hunter

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Lyric:
I used to see you on the avenue
You were the girl that let me follow you
You used to hang out in the alleyway
You sewed a button on my shirt one day

I asked around until I found your name
Then underneath the arches in the pouring rain
I said, "You
(Yeah, you)
I want you
Every step of the way"

I know that things are gettin' better
I know it's gonna be okay
So baby don't go, I ain't gonna let ya
I wanna be with you every step of the way
Every step of the way

Do ya wanna, do ya wanna, do ya wanna dance?
Take a chance, baby, take a chance
I'll be with you every step of the way
I'll even show you how to strut one day

Ain't got a girl and it's a crying shame
'Cause I can't figure out who's to blame
I want you
(Yeah, you)
I want you
Every step of the way

I know that things are gettin' better
I know things will be okay
So baby don't go, I ain't gonna let ya
I wanna be with you every step of the way
Yeah, every step of the way

I know, things are gettin' better
I know things will be okay
So baby don't go, I ain't gonna let ya
I wanna be with you every step of the way
Every step of the way

Every step of the way
(Every step of the way)
Every step of the way
(Every step of the way)
Every step of the way
(Every step of the way)
...

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Fingerpointing - Lyrics - Mars / Venus - Koffee Brown

Title: Fingerpointing
Album: Mars / Venus
Artist: Koffee Brown
Composer(s): Balewa Muhammad, Rob Fusari, Falonte Moore, Clifton Lighty

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Lyric:
I don't know what you goin' through lately
But you stressin' it and its drivin' me crazy
You won't even make love to me lately
Somebody told you they was havin' my baby

I heard it all I was gettin' my nails done
She was braggin' how your record when platinum
You were crushin' on a leather couch
You were out there trickin' with that chick all up in my house

Did you sleep with her?
Did you sleep with him?
He works at my job
She was just a friend
Saw you at the club
Well I saw you too
Fingerpointing me
Fingerpointing you

She knew it all even talked about your tattoo
Tell me how you gonna say it wasn't 'bout you
Saying how you like to suck on toes
She knew all the things that you know that only I should know

You played the role I was workin' in the studio
Gettin' paid while you gave up the botty yo
Another brotha is gettin' all my time
You was out there trickin' when I thought that shit was all mine

Did you sleep with her?
Did you sleep with him?
He works at my job
She was just a friend
Saw you at the club
Well I saw you too
Fingerpointing me
Fingerpointing you

Did you sleep with her?
Did you sleep with him?
He works at my job
She was just a friend
Saw you at the club
Well I saw you too
Fingerpointing me
Fingerpointing you

Your through with me
I'm through with you
You lied to me
Never lied to you
Stop blamin' me
I'm blamin' you
Stop gamin' me
Who's gamin' who
So you say your through with me
I'm through with you
You lied to me
Never lied to you
Better ask yourself if it really don't matter, baby why keep goin' on?

Did you sleep with her?
Did you sleep with him?
He works at my job
She was just a friend
Saw you at the club
Well I saw you too
Fingerpointing me
Fingerpointing you

Did you sleep with her?
Did you sleep with him?
He works at my job
She was just a friend
Saw you at the club
Well I saw you too
Fingerpointing me
Fingerpointing you

Can't work with you lying and creepin' babe
I can't deal with your cheatin' and leavin' babe
I can't be a fool for your lovin' babe
Save the drama, I'm about to bounce babe
Can't work with you lying and creepin' babe
I can't deal with your cheatin' and leavin' babe
I can't be a fool for your lovin' babe
Save the drama, I'm about to bounce babe

Did you sleep with her?
Did you sleep with him?
He works at my job
She was just a friend
Saw you at the club
Well I saw you too
Fingerpointing me
Fingerpointing you

Did you sleep with her?
Did you sleep with him?
He works at my job
She was just a friend
Saw you at the club
Well I saw you too

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Five Minutes - Lyrics - Lil' Mo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Check it out now
Break it down now

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Bug A Boo - Lyrics - The Writings On The Wall - Destiny'S Child

Title: Bug A Boo
Album: The Writings On The Wall
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Kevin Briggs, Lawrence Parker, Kandi Buruss, Beyonce Knowles, Le Toya Luckett, La Tavia Roberson, Kelendria Rowland

Lyric:
(Everybody on the floor)
East Side
(Everybody on the floor)
South Side
(Everybody on the floor)
North Side
(Everybody on the floor)
West Side
(Everybody on the floor)

We told you we was gonna give it to you raw
(Everybody on the floor)
We ain't do it right the first time
(Everybody on the floor)
We gonna do it right the second time
(Everybody on the floor)

You make me wanna throw my pager out the window
Tell MCI to cut the phone poles
Break my lease so I can move
'Cuz you a bug a boo, a bug a boo

I wanna put your number on the call block
Have AOL make my E-mails stop
'Cuz you a bug a boo
You're buggin' what? You're buggin' who?
You're buggin' me and don't you see it ain't cool

Come on, come on, come on
Yo who's buggin' who? Destiny is comin' through
Wyclef, Jerry Wonder 'bout to hit y'all with the new groove

It's not hot that you be callin' me
Stressin' me, pagin' my beeper
You're just non stop and it's not hot
That you be leavin' me messages every 10 minutes

And then you stop by, when I first met you, you were cool
But it was game you had me fooled
'Cuz 20 minutes after I gave you my number
You already had my mailbox full

So what, you're talkin' 'bout your "Feeling you's"
So what, never told you to buy me shoes
So what, now you're rolling with an attitude
Plus the word on the streets is you're a bug a boo

You make me wanna throw my pager out the window
Tell MCI to cut the phone poles
Break my lease so I can move
'Cuz you a bug a boo, a bug a boo

I wanna put your number on the call block
Have AOL make my emails stop
'Cuz you a bug a boo
You're buggin' what? You're buggin' who?
You're buggin' me and don't you see it ain't cool

Come on, come on, come on
Yo who's buggin' who? Destiny is comin' through
Wyclef, Jerry Wonder 'bout to hit y'all with the new groove

It's not hot that when I'm blockin' your phone number
You call me from over your best friend's house
And it's not hot that I can't even go out with my girlfriends
Without you trackin' me down

You need to chill out with that mess
'Cuz you can't keep havin' me stressed
'Cuz every time my phone rings it seems to be you
And I'm prayin' that it is someone else

So what? Ain't even like I knew you
So what? Tell your peoples I ain't feelin' you
So what? Don't call me I'll call you
'Cuz cupid ain't shoot me, he shot you

You make me wanna throw my pager out the window
Tell MCI to cut the phone poles
Break my lease so I can move
'Cuz you a bug a boo, a bug a boo

I wanna put your number on the call block
Have AOL make my emails stop
'Cuz you a bug a boo
You're buggin' what? You're buggin' who?
You're buggin' me and don't you see it ain't cool

Yo, Clef
What up? What up?
We ain't heard from you in a while
So break it down for the cheerin', Latin style

Destiny's Child remade numero uno
You wanna hate me now like Nas
'Cuz you dos, tres, quartro
Thugs still in the dance

Ain't no need to bust you're AK
We all can get along or we can do it Carlito's Way
'Cuz even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I fear no evil, got the Lord present, standin' Eagle

Way before birth I had this whole book memorized
I roll with murderers that just got baptized
I be allowed to see through the eyes of Zion
The New Jerusalem so sing the hook and stop buggin'

You make me wanna throw my pager out the window
Tell MCI to cut the phone poles
Break my lease so I can move
'Cuz you a bug a boo, a bug a boo

I wanna put your number on the call block
Have AOL make my emails stop
'Cuz you a bug a boo
You're buggin' what? You're buggin' who?
You're buggin' me and don't you see it ain't cool

Hey, yo
It's the Refugee Camp

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