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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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1 2 3 - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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12 O'Clock - Lyrics - Naked - Marques Houston

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Da, da, da

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

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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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18 - Lyrics - Turning Point - Mario

Title: 18
Album: Turning Point
Artist: Mario
Composer(s): Barry Reese, Mario Barret, Theron Otis Feemster, Sean Garrett

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Lyric:
All I wanna do
Is do me
Feel me?
Come on

Next time y'all niggas try to compare me
Remember I just turned 18
That means I got 7 years to catch up
So what's up?
Next time y'all underestimate me
(Don't do that)
Recognize I just turned 18
That means I got 7 years to catch up
So what's up?

I brush the dirt off my shoulder
Push through the city in an all pearl rover
One day I wanna be just like my nigga hova
But they don't wanna let me be
Haters they been hatin'
Sayin' what I can't be

But I'mma stay up on they bumper
Keeping the radios jumpin' all summer
Havin' your girl screamin' just to take a picture
I'm settin' up my features
My bank account's reachin'
And everybody's peeking

Next time y'all niggas try to compare me
Remember I just turned 18
That means I got 7 years to catch up
So what's up?
Next time y'all underestimate me
(Don't wanna that no no)
Recognize I just turned 18
That means I got 7 years to catch up
So what's up?

This is a funny situation
These guys I grew up havin' crazy admiration for
Got the feelin' that I'm tryna replace them
But that ain't the case
I'm in a whole 'nother place
Tryna build my estate

I gotta keep my nikes nice and clean
Keep the women up to 25 chasin' me
Got Mr. Davis pushin' buttons in the captains seat
That means more dough before I'm too old
And basically before

Next time y'all niggas try to compare me
Remember I just turned 18
That means I got 7 years to catch up
So what's up?
Next time y'all underestimate me
(Don't do that)
Recognize I just turned 18
That means I got 7 years to catch up
So what's up?

Yeah yo Mario
Don't let 'em get you heated homie
Just only go harder
Let 'em underestimate you like you Antonio Traver
Plus the dudes that be hatin' is as old as your father
You got plenty time you gone get plenty shine

I don't pay 'em any mind
They been tryna criticize
But you can't live your life through another nigga eyes
I'm the best and you young boys know so
I'mma fall back and let my young boy blow

Next time y'all niggas try to compare me
Remember I just turned 18
That means I got 7 years to catch up
So what's up?
Next time y'all underestimate me
(Don't do that)
Recognize I just turned 18
That means I got 7 years to catch up
So what's up?

Next time y'all niggas try to compare me
Remember I just turned 18
That means I got 7 years to catch up
So what's up?
Next time y'all underestimate me
(Don't do that)
Recognize I just turned 18
That means I got 7 years to catch up
So what's up?

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1 In The Morning - Lyrics - The DEFinition - Ll Cool J

Title: 1 In The Morning
Album: The DEFinition
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Damon Blackman, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
It's one in the mornin'
You know what time it is
It's one in the mornin'
It's one in the mornin'
You gonna have come out your clothes on this one

Yeah I'm still at it, the microphone addict
You get your dome splattered, cause homie will not have it
Your ashes get scattered across the Atlantic
For actin' like you a teenage chick with her bra padded
You might laugh at it, but if you do the knowledge
It's really a tad tragic how they runnin' through they cabbage
You know my track record, L battle like a savage
I think and grow rich, that gives me the advantage
Uncle L L, I got product for sale
So I can bail Al Sharpton out of jail
Somebody gotta do it, somebody in the black community
Gotta get this money while y'all march for unity
So march on, I'ma get my Bentley park on
Then get my dogs a platform to bark on
The realest brother, you Nicole Kidman, one of the others
Children shiverin' under the covers
The man in black, the tilted fedora hat
I'm bringin' it raw, you never want your money back
I'm focused baby, livin' like a quarterback
Playin' in the wishbone, L keep options black
Systematically, burn you like calories
Watch your mouth, go earn your lil' salary
I'm a classic like Nike Airs and wallabies
You could catch it like the flu, homie follow me

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
It's one in the mornin', who wanna go?

That's right sleeping beauty, wake up see the light
That Tylenol P M got you caught for your B M
Everybody can see, I'm the king of rippin' coliseums
C'mon, use a male groupie beggin' for per diem
A fruitcake laid out in the mausoleum
I'm the richest man in Babylon, nobody could see him
Money's my slave, it do what I say
It cry for me, like Denzel in glory
But I broke the cycle, no more poverty
I wonder if you hatin' on the low, probably
But cats know I'm real, I keep 'em on they heels
Damn, look at my body, could have been a navy seal
But you lack the discipline to do what I do
Reinvention, I'm in the eleventh dimension
I'm a value stock pop, get it while it's hot
'Cause once I blow, I'ma split and that's it

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
It's one in the mornin', who wanna go?

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
Aiyyo E's, it's one o'clock
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
Time to get one and bounce baby
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
It's time to get one and bounce, you know what time it is?
It's one in the mornin', who wanna go?

Your honor, last week he punched me in my face
I want twenty million, you know he liftin' weights
Last week, me and the President was takin' flicks
Last week, my video dropped and you was sick
Last week, I copped my lil' shorty some kicks
That cost twenty nine hundred, homie you don't want it
My ears stay flooded like your man stay blunted
My American Express is black, I'm at the summit
The Benjamin Grier of Def Jam, y'all know
My portfolio was sicker than polio
For real God is good, he took me out the hood
Got me livin' in a mansion like a big boy should
And I never do cribs, I ain't gonna have y'all fruitcakes
Knowin' how I live, bed extra big
You sit around, run your mouth, potbelly on the couch
Claimin' you hot but honey what you wove out
When she alone, pump l, I make her bounce
You on the corner riskin' your life to sell a ounce
Wish you was Pablo, lay in the carbo
With a chick named Margo who flew from Chicago
But no, in real life cats catch it
It's not what you expected huh? Life kinda hectic huh?

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
It's one in the mornin', who wanna go?

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
It's the definition
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
Definition
It's one in the mornin', go
Definition potna, eleven in a row

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21 Concepts - Lyrics - The Graduate - Mc Lars

Title: 21 Concepts
Album: The Graduate
Artist: Mc Lars
Composer(s): Andrew R Nielsen

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Lyric:
I wrote a song about a fetus named Cletus who tried
To run for governor before he died
He lived in California but traveled worldwide
It was a big huge hit, just kidding I lied

There's the song about the 90's, I sampled Ace of Base
But kept it off the album in the interest of taste
'Cheyenne Rock City', a song about touring
But rhymes about Wyoming are really very boring

As for the Churchill song, give me a break
How many songs about England could my listeners take?
There was a track about women and the drama they bring
'Hot Girls Make Guys Do Really Stupid Things'

Remember 'Geeked Out'? You don't but I do
'The geek shall inherit the Earth', it's true
I rapped about nerds being cooler than jocks
But if I wanted biased news, I would have just watched Fox

I've got 21 concepts but a hit ain't one
If you're having lyric problems I feel bad for you, son
I've got a list of songs here, I once thought were the bomb
But when I laid them down in ProTools they all came out wrong

'Las Vegas Invasion' was a sci-fi track
About aliens addicted to playing blackjack
I wrote a song about a kid who made his own flick
But got a bad review in Ranger Rick

I didn't want to get lynched or punched in mouth
So I didn't do that song making fun of the South
I did a song about how girls at Stanford are whack
Called 'College Is Where Girls Go to Get Fat'

There was the KRS slash Nirvana debut
But the mash-up thing was so 2002
I did an anti-Bush track and then I did five more
But 'Rock Against Bush' was so 2004

I wrote a song about China, how could I go wrong?
I rapped in Cantonese about Mao Zedong
It went um goy, neh ho ma? Nehih sik ying mun ma?

I've got 21 concepts but a hit ain't one
If you're having lyric problems I feel bad for you, son
I've got CD-R of tracks, I once thought would be tight
But when I played it for my girl I slept alone that night

Write a song about a can that gets crushed a lot
Write a dental hygiene jam that says, brush a lot
Write a Bill O'Reilly track that says hush a lot
No, I'm not a player I like Rush a lot

I've got 21 concepts but a single ain't one
If you're still referencing Jay-Z I feel bad for you, son
So what's the secret to hip hop, jazz, blues and rock?
Step one, get out a pad and kill your writer's block, start

I've got 21 concepts but a hit ain't one
If you're having lyric problems I feel bad for you, son
I've got a list of songs here I once thought were the bomb
But when I laid them down in ProTools they all came out wrong

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25 Hours A Day - Lyrics - Myra - Myra

Title: 25 Hours A Day
Album: Myra
Artist: Myra
Composer(s): Mark Clifford Mueller, Guy Roche

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Lyric:
25 hours a day, that's what I need
To show the love that's inside me
Want you so much
I wish that I could hold you near
53 weeks a year

I look at you and I can't believe
Those beautiful eyes are starin' back at me
I feel your touch and it moves me so much
'Cause I feel the love inside you

It took me so long to find you
Now I only wish
That I could stay beside you

25 hours a day, that's what I need
To show the love that's inside me
Want you so much
I wish that I could hold you near
53 weeks a year

When I'm with you, nothin' exists
Except for your kiss and your tenderness
I never knew, I could love you like I do
But baby, you showed me how to

I would be lost without you
'Cause each time you go
You know I think about you

25 hours a day, that's what I need
To show the love that's inside me
Want you so much
I wish that I could hold you near
53 weeks a year

Would never be enough
To show what's in my heart
The one who made my life complete
That's what you are

25 hours a day, that's what I need
To show the love that's inside me
Want you so much
I wish that I could hold you near
53 weeks a year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jeah, jeah, jeah

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

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

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

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

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3 Days Ago - Lyrics - Hurt No More - Mario Winans

Title: 3 Days Ago
Album: Hurt No More
Artist: Mario Winans
Composer(s): Tony Aliperti, Michael Carlos Jones, Mario Mendell Winans

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Lyric:
Time is taken a toll on my life
These days keep on passing me by
I want to see you, but there's no time
So I sit here and stare at the sky
And I'm hopin' that you realize
I want to feel you, but there's no time

Yesterday you said that we couldn't get away
The day before I was alone like any other day
3 days ago I wrote this song just for you
Will I ever get through, through to you?

Time, just won't see me eye to eye
I'm still waiting for you to reply
I need to hear you, but there's no time
So I'll skip this line
I can't deny I miss you
Can we spend more time?

Yesterday you said that we couldn't get away
The day before I was alone like any other day
3 days ago I wrote this song just for you
Will I ever get through, through to you?

I've waited so long to wait for you
And spend all my food, will I ever get through?
What can I do to get this through?
My love is for you, your love is for me

I just can't waste any more time
So tell me what's with you and I
I waited for you so give me time

Yesterday you said that we couldn't get away
The day before I was alone like any other day
3 days ago I wrote this song just for you
Will I ever get through, through to you?

Yesterday you said that we couldn't get away
The day before I was alone like any other day
3 days ago I wrote this song just for you
Will I ever get through, through to you?

Baby, baby, baby
Oh will I ever get through to you baby?

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400 Degreez - Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

Title: 400 Degreez
Album: 400 Degreez
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
400 degreez

You see me, I eat, sleep, shit and talk rap
You see that 98 Mercedes on TV, I bought that
I had some felony charges, I fought that
Been sent to no return but still was ball back

Nigga, threw some slangs at me, Whodi, I caught that
I punished them lil' bitches before they get car jack
Now I'm lookin' for they family and padnuh's to war back
If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that?

Niggas disrespect me, I'ma be in all black
'Companied by some niggas 'bout killin' and all that
Me, Cory, and Mer-C, gettin' ducked off
Ride top down, so, we let the trucks pause

In the Jeep, ridin' four deep, I booted up
(You don't want to fuck with me)
At these niggas claimin' they know me, uh?

Bitch, what? I'll bust ya' ass up
Don't even go there, Whodi, 'cause I'm ready to mask up
I heard about the money, that's some nice change
For the right price, I'll bust the right brain

If must a nigga try, I can't do the right thing
Only God knows what the future might bring
Nigga, might be shot, nigga, might be tri-flamed
Nigga, might survive, if he 'bout that right flame

With somethin' that'll stop a nigga from playin'
Somethin' like a chopper or a grenade in his hand
Boy, look, nigga, don't play no games no mo'
Nigga'll bust ya' head if you bang his ho'

Attitude adjustments, do y'all need?
Don't call in the enforcements, nigga, call me
I bet'cha, I'll get them niggas off yo block
I bet'cha, I'll show them niggas, this boy hot

You don't want to fuck with me
Hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot
Hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot

Alright stop it, 'cause I done had enough
When it comes to my pockets, I'm ready to bust
Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck
Man, let me get this beef shit over, brah

Ain't no bitches here, I'm from the 'Nolia, brah
Bust yo' beef's head, is what was told to us
How I'ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down
How I'ma look in front of my people, like a clown

The G-Code is what we live by and we die by
The book is what we will never abide by
Niggas drive by, gettin' loose
Beefin' with each other like a checker board in use

Up in Compton or the Watts, nigga
Up in New York, ya keep 'em open watch, nigga
Fo' y'all played by a hit or retalion
All fine young black females stallions

Give me the keys to yo' car and ya medallion
You far away from ya home, you's a alien

See
You don't want to fuck with me
You don't want to fuck with me
(Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy)
(Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy)
You don't want to fuck with me, with me

400 Degreez
400 Degreez
400 Degreez

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4:20 - Lyrics - 4:21...the Day After - Method Man

Title: 4:20
Album: 4:21...the Day After
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): P. Charles, Clifford Smith, Robert Jr. Diggs, C. Fisk

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Lyric:
Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it
Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it
Roll, roll, roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it
Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it

Yeah, fast or slow mo, oh no, Meth done made a killing
Call the po-po, oh n***** is squealing, oh, y'all ain't feeling
N***** no more, the bigger they are, harder they go though
Good p**** put a hump in my back like Quasimoto

Hah, my sex ain't h*** season vet, hold the adobo
Got rappers on that low carb diet, y'all can't get no dough
I keep a low pro, file, excuse me as I get s**** out
Put hands on these n*****, then put the roach out

Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good
Man, this Tarzan s*** in the woods, my s*** is hood, b****
That means I'm hood rich, telling you lies
Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on that bulls***

Real s***, money come first, and even worse
You need all your toes and fingers to count up what I'm worth, t****
So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint
D****, you crowding my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa

It's 4:20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out
No seeds, California w*** have you choked out
No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out
4:20 mean you either roll up or roll out

Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it
Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it

So on and so on, I flow on, power to our people
Get your s**** on and I'm so gone, off, that s*** d*****
Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney
With that robe, got terrorist shook, because I'm so bomb

The hood, put, me in position, I'm in the kitchen
With that cook book, the service I'm giving, birds they vision
Not a good look, told ya my n****, Tical deliver
Hook or crook, lots of a**** to kick, wish I had a bigger foot

Yeah, taking it there, hating who care
Y'all stay out my mental, I got killas waiting in here
To get you, as I sharpen my pencils, tear apart instrumentals
Fuck it, y'all n***** is p****, so is the d*** that sent you

RZA, we done it again, Co-D occasion
Here's to short skirts and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay, then
Let's get it popping, like it ain't nothing to get it popping
The big and rotten's the city, too good to be forgotten

It's 4:20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out
No seeds, California w*** have you choked out
No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out
4:20 mean you either roll up or roll out

It's 4:20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out
No seeds, California w*** have you choked out
No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out
4:20 mean you either roll up or roll out

Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it

The rap game won't like me
You can tell that a n**** is shiesty
If I die, my second born'll be like me, slide d*** to your wifey
Never know your baby boy just might be

Quick to rob a jack, he's so icey, stay dressed to kill
From the Hill, never ran, never will
Attitude, like, fuck you still, I see you missing the point
This is not a rap song, you get clapped on

B****** break the bone, like the joint, call you out your name
Disrespect ya moms, spit on your dame
Go public, then, s*** on your fame, you overlooking the fact
Where you from, is where we at and y'all don't want no, parts, in that that

Caught your verse for sale, but real n***** don't shoot and tell
We'd rather do the time and rot in the cell

Roll that s***

The inner outer state, bi-coastal smoker
Inhale, Cali piff with a swift of glaucoma
Black jeans, black Timbs, black Benz roaster
Smoke rise, out the sun roof when I roll up

Verrazano, with no relation to Gravano
Carlo, shots are hollow, still cop a bottle
And pour some out, moment of silence, then I swallow
I'm still alive and still the sun'll come out tomorrow

Shine, shine, shine and grind, 'cause it's money on my mind
And I'm moving like my life is on the line
For the bulls***, I really got no time, a full clip
Really gon' let ya n***** know what's on my mind

When ya getting out of line, have them choppers lit up
You won't need a camera phone to get the picture
Chalk down, tape around, body bag zipped up
Carlo Verrazano, you can call me mister

It's 4:20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out
No seeds, California w*** have you choked out
No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out
4:20 mean you either roll up or roll out

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52 - 47 Pop Stars - Lyrics - It's Pronounced Five Two - Kj

Title: 52 - 47 Pop Stars
Album: It's Pronounced Five Two
Artist: Kj
Composer(s): Jonah Sorrentino, Todd V Collins

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Lyric:
Hey yo, as if 47 MCs wasn't enough
I got 47 pop stars, rock stars comin' at you
Yo, count 'em, here we go

Just do it, just do it
Just do it do it do it
Just do it rock to it
Put ya hands up high and move it

Sometimes I feel weird throw verbal Spears like Britney
That literally go from here to Houston, be just like Whitney
Battle me ya kiddin' me you a funny cat
I bet 50 Cents for Eminems ya won't get a Nickelback
The track I'm rippin' ain't really that hard
See Jesus gives destiny to every child of God

I'm battle scarred kind of raw but what did you, you think?
No matter race religion or the color or the Creed
If ya black brown pink or in or out of sync
Or hang with the Beastie Boys just on the backstreet
You can live in Linkin' Park no matter just to me
See the Prince of peace is guaranteed to give ya what you need

Just do it, just do it
Just do it do it do it
Just do it rock to it
Put ya hands up high and move it

Just do it, just do it
Just do it do it do it
Just do it rock to it
Put ya hands up high and move it

One day these peep they were goin' past me
Walkin' with a limp eatin' Bizkits they hair was all Shaggy
I said, "What's all y'all name?" That's the question that I'm askin'
I'm Michael, that Celine, that's Dion, that's Jackson
That's Rickey, that's Martin, that's Tony and that's Braxton
Dru is on the Hill just chillin' and relaxin'
Alicia lost her keys and she's really kind of sad and
I said, "U2 no doubt I know how that be happening"

But I need all the Dixie Chicks to gather in
And let me explain just the reason why I'm rappin' and
So I told Mariah, he carried my sin and died for me
My faith is in Christ who on hill called calvary
Gave his life for mine so Genuine I try to be
If the world tries to stop me, I Rage Against The Machine
So I turn ya radio up and head to the spot
Get loose like a Slipknot watch the Kid Rock

Just do it, just do it
Just do it do it do it
Just do it rock to it
Put ya hands up high and move it

Just do it, just do it
Just do it do it do it
Just do it rock to it
Put ya hands up high and move it

My uncle was eatin' Korn on a Cracker all alone
It was 98 Degrees out he was out Counting Crows
And it was just then when my papa saw a roach
He dropped his Red Hot Chili Peppers and then he ran home
And just went and called up John the Mayor on the phone
It's a 311, 3 doors down now don't be slow
But he was like wait a second hold up a minute bro
Before I Usher over their's somethin' you should know

Jesus is the firm rock not a Rolling Stone
With Him Heaven not Nirvana is where you'll go
I try to show and let ya know but ya Third Eye is Blind
So need to open them up real wide
Even if you have to Blink 182 times
It's just so obvious that it can't hide
TLC tender lovin' care he'll provide
From girls to boys to men need to let him inside

Just do it, just do it
Just do it do it do it
Just do it rock to it
Put ya hands up high and move it

Just do it, just do it
Just do it do it do it
Just do it rock to it
Put ya hands up high and move it

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4 Camels - Lyrics - Early Recordings - Joan Osborne

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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4 Ever - Lyrics - 4:21...the Day After - Method Man

Title: 4 Ever
Album: 4:21...the Day After
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): David Lewis, Jonathon Lewis, Clifford Smith, Wayne Lewis

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Lyric:
K one

We both know that our love will grow
And forever will be you and me

Give me a woman that get down for me, my one and only
That don't fuss or fuck around on me or leave me lonely
Not just a honey but a homey, just wanna hold me
'Cuz she got a lotta love for me and put it on me

If I need that, plus she understand me when I beat that
It's sweet like candy, this time I might just eat that
You steal my heart, sweetheart then you can keep that
Let's bar hop and find us a spot where we can chief at

Push the seats back, you got the kinda body
Niggaz beep at, try to speak at but get no feedback
Sophisticated, miss highly edumicated
Living well lady, that made it, type of woman you stay with

We both know that our love will grow
And forever will be you and me

Give me a queen that respects a king just like Coretta
Get everything except the ring for worse or better
Even through the stormy weather, rain, sleet, snow
Whatever, see if it go down, we go together

Like Twix bars, ain't no problem that we can't fix, ma
You ain't gotta sugar my tank or key the kid car
'Cuz broken hearts leave big scars, when emotions get hit hard
Niggaz get drunk and hit the strip bar

But that ain't even ya man's style, even back as a manchild
That's where I stood and where I stand now
I'm throwing rocks at your window pane
Trying to bang, girl, like injure pain, you know the game

We both know that our love will grow
And forever will be you and me

No matter what we go through
(What we go through)
I'll be there for you
(There for you)

I'll never let you down
I'll just hold you down
Oh, ooh

No matter where we be
(Where we be)
I'll do it all again
(All again)

The ups and down
I'll hold you down
Oh, ooh

Give me a woman that get down for me, my one and only
She don't fuss or fuck around on me or leave me lonely
Not just a honey but a homey, just wanna hold me
'Cuz she got a lotta love for me

And now I gotta lotta love for her, might even take a slug for her
And everywhere we go, pull out that red rug for her
Yeah, them back rubs in the bathtub, got me cleaning my act up
I'm ready to shack up, now that's love

Nobody can love you like me, boy
I'll promise to be your only girl
Don't ever leave, just stay
You will be down for me, anyway

Ah, you and me together, baby

We both know that our love will grow
And forever will be you and me

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4 My Man - Lyrics - Cookbook - Missy Elliott

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's my man
Yes it is
This love

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5150 - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: 5150
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Gregory Jacobs, Jerold Jr Ellis, Garrick Husband

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Lyric:
Behold your highness the Luniz are here
Bring them in
Man where the fuck we at, who the fuck are you?
It is I Jesus, Shock Jesus
And what brings you brothers to such an early fate?

Man no what the fuck man
Niggaz just shot me man what the fuck man
How dare you use such language in the face of the almighty
Fuck you
You shall perish, beitch

It is my judgment that you shall burn in hell for eternity
Man no, no
The Luniz are here Jesus

5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni
5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni

I wish I had cot, what? I wish I had some cot, why?
So I can sky and have a place to lay my head and plot
A broke nigga boney
Quick to lick but I could never steal shit from my homies

I play acts and make scratch from table scraps
And always end up fucked watchin' other niggaz backs
I broke hamps wit my folks and get pounds but in the mist of funk
Would they really bust rounds?

I get woozie when I inhale all the badness
I swear to the Lord when I was young I never had this problem
I stressed the fuck out gotta doubt my own niggaz
I try to solve my problems wit hamps and liquor

I used to swig a 22, graduated to a 64
And now I don't smoke weed no mo'
And I ain't knowin' where I'm headin'
Most likely it's the scene of creamery

I'm petrified of the whole scenery
The game is some shit you either roll wit
Or give up because the game is quick to make a nigga stroke it
For less is what I was wishin' for it never came true

So it came to plannin' missions damn near shittin' in my drawers
I gotta play my part though and take what I can
From the niggaz I don't got scarface nigga I feel ya
By any means necessary, that's why they find scary niggaz buried

Carried to a whole 'nother place
If you'se a hard nigga die with a smirk on your face
So much drama, I put my best in it
Peace, I'd rather live than rather rest in it

Where I'm from or where I'm headed, it ain't no love
I give thanx that I'm alive to the man up above
I'm still takin' shit day by day
Survin' off a nifty, that's why I'm goin' 5150

Ripley's won't believe I'm shot, limpin' down the block
Tryin' to scoot out, carry the bloody glock
'Cause niggaz they plot, it was a shoot out
Tryin' to take the loot out my pocket
But I'm quick to let the glock spit at his 350 rocket

Then I split runnin' down the block
No sense of dick made them bitch made niggaz whip out a gage
Then blaze my ribcage, I'm dazed
On the ground hella bleeedin' ass out
I remember seein' somebody put me in a glass house, I passed out

Then my spirit arose up out my flesh, I'm old
No more bullet holes in my chest
A gold vest when I awaken for Mista Go-Tec-9 is awaitin'
The Lord [Incomprehensible] playa hatin'

I'm facin' Shock Jesus 'cause I'm the G-ist nigga to do the job right
Because I'm trained up in that mob life
Come back tonite, strapped tonite
He said if I succeed he'll bring my family and dead homies back to life

A big ass eagle scooped me up then we bails out
Flyin' through the cuts goin' the secret hill route
The whole scene was a disaster, Friday the 13th the final chapter
Lookin' niggaz wit Casper The Ghost

But I float until I smoked the big man
Slipped in quick sand, he's gonna kill me
But my spirit slipped in my body, I yelled watch out he's gonna get me
They didn't get me, huh, they labeled my ass 5150

5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni
5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni

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5, 6, 3 (Joe) - Lyrics - My Name Is Joe - Joe

Title: 5, 6, 3 (Joe)
Album: My Name Is Joe
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): Joe Lewis Thomas, Joshua Thompson

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Lyric:
Y'all ready
Uh uh uh uh
Yeah yeah yeah
Hmm oh yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Hmm hmm

Smokin' with the homies
That's all he do
Always hangin' out
Losing money playing see low
Every night out at the Gogo

He don't sleep around
But it's in his plan
Gotta be the man
Never show you no respect
He messed with all your friends

I can love you endlessly, oh yeah
I swear it's real it's privacy
Here's my private code to get me

You're man needs to be like me
Sexin' you instead of watching TV
The trips around the world
The diamonds and the pearls
He needs to be more like a five, six, three

You're man needs to do it like Joe
Exotic cruises to Mexico
The five star suite
The sex out on the beach
When you're with me a genuine five, six, three

Has a man ever sex you down on a Cashmere rug?
I'm a super, duper thug
So exotic, so erotic
Velvet back rubs in the bathtub

Let's make love underneath the waterfall
Your dove?s cry will fill the sky
I will come each time you call

I can love you endlessly, yeah yeah
I swear it's real, it's privacy
Here's my private code to get to me

You're man needs to be like me
Sexin' you instead of watching TV
The trips around the world
The diamonds and the pearls
He needs to be more like a five, six, three

You're man needs to do it like Joe
Exotic cruises to Mexico
The five star suite
The sex out on the bitch
When you're with me a genuine five, six, three

Break it down, break it down
Break it down, break it down
Uh, uh y'all like that, uh
Te quiero, te quiero
Te quiero, te quiero
Te quiero, te quiero

You're man needs to be like me, like me
Sexin' you instead of watching TV
The trips around the world
The diamonds and the pearls
He needs to be more like a five, six, three, c'mon

You're man needs to do it like Joe
Need to do baby
Exotic cruises to Mexico
The five star suite
The sex out on the beach
When you're with me a genuine five, six, three
Somebody needs to tell me

You're man needs to be like me
Oh, tell them be there
Sexin' you instead of watching TV
Oh ain't that right
The trips around the world
The diamonds and the pearls
Needs to be more like a five, six, three
Needs to do it

You're man needs to do it like Joe, oh baby
Exotic cruises to Mexico, Mexico baby
The five star suite
The sex out on the beach
When you're with me a genuine five, six, three

You're man needs to be like me, like me
Oh, instead of watching TV
You're man needs to do it like Joe

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