A Plan For U - Lyrics - Hardcore Devo, Vol. 2: 1974-1977 - Devo

Title: A Plan For U
Album: Hardcore Devo, Vol. 2: 1974-1977
Artist: Devo
Composer(s): Gerald V Casale

Lyric:
Plan for U, a plan for U

Weave to the left, bob to the right
Or you'll get a flat tire on the freeway of life
Go get active change your luck
Lay with yatta yattas and treat 'em rough
Come your turkey, drop your load

Please don't let the tin man get your goat
Stay horizontal, don't look back
If you do, you'll give your mom and dad a heart attack
Check your oil, change your mind

Keep it up like a pup
Your battery will go before you know what's up
Look for a socket, wear flesh-colored pants
Big babies go the distance in wrap-around fat

Dig your diddle clean your nose
When trouble gets behind you, keep your back door closed
Okay so, you're skinny, it's a hard-edged game
Jellymen are weak links on the daisy chain
Sleep on your belly, reach for the sky

Weave to the left, bob to the right, keep it up like a pup

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U Wanna Be Me - Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Nas

Title: U Wanna Be Me
Album: Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): N Jones, C Thompson, Tony Long

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Lyric:
Uhh, ooh, baby, baby
Keep it thug and keep yo' heat
Na nah nah nah nah

Now slowly, thinkin' of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin' pitiful

First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable
'Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too

I can do bad by myself, went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to plenty ass bitches
Can't keep they hands to they self no more
I'm like Hugh Hefner, you lesser

You just a wanna be me, you can't you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So u wanna be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, u wanna be me, son, I'm the one and only

But u wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction

You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy
It's childish, should I have to resort to violence?
Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your album
And show you how to stay off my dick

That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you need direction
You a pussy with a yeast infection

You unlucky, I'm your fuckin' C-section
Plus I'm the last real nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how many classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I made you

U wanna be me, you can't you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So u wanna be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, u wanna be me, son, I'm the one and only

But u wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction

You can't be me, I'm tryin' to walk a straight line
Why they tryin' to take mine? I'm past 8 Miles of every state line
Eating, alligators and humming bird hearts
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch

As real millionaire, shit'll take place
Evil as Hitler's hate-race people
This is God, son and I've come
From the God under pure peace
To represent the streets

You'll see that my plan is not to destroy your man
But to bring more to mankind and teach
Every MC, reach for your pens and papers
Lesson one be creative, what you made of junior?

'Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand
And understand to battle Nas, not in your plan
I'm the last real nigga alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the boss sting

A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the King, where my bricks, where my band at?
Play me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me
If I ain't cryin' laughin' to the lions, throw your ass in

What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin'?
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin' that you comin' for the kingpin
But I laugh at you cowards, ha, ha, ha
Take me out, try, try, try

But u wanna be me, you can't, you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So u wanna be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, u wanna be me, son, I'm the one and only

But u wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction, you can't be me

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U Got Shot - Lyrics - Epmd

Title: U Got Shot
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Russell Jones, Derrick Harris, Parrish Smith, Angel Aguilar, A Nathaniel, Dennis Coles, Robert Diggs

Lyric:
U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock, knocked
Who's there? Another motherfuckin' hardrock
Whoa ho hoh, let me like slow up with the flow
Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name

If you wanna step to my motherfuckin' rep
Chk chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown traject
Gimme my fuckin' shit, chk-chk, blaow
U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock, knocked

On my knees at the mercy of God
Straight up back up I keeps it hard
You like to watch
But can't touch this nigga or catch a charge

Papichulo with karate chops just like judo
Fuckin' coolo make you quit rap and go sing with Menudo
Underground's where we live and that's where we'll be when you leave
Overachieve, I'd rather be rockin' Apollo Creed

Time to speak up, fagot niggaz droppin' these weak cuts
We're the B-boys, hows about some hardcore in the speakers
For the Mic Dons, callin' like Dion
PMD shinin' with my stripes on

In the saddle, fuck around, get your shit rattled
No paddles up shit's creek when time to battle
Same place, same bad time, so fuck a bat channel
This nigga, object of game, get your pockets bigger
Biggie, Pac and Eaze, one love, them still my fuckin' niggaz

We don't need no gat, just cock me fuckin' back
And watch me spitfire my volerical fact
It's a sign of a miracle that, my iron spittin'
Ain't peelin' your cap, me and the Devil had a spiritual chat
'Cause I'm eviler with lyrical rap
Than a black cat, on a black night and I'm black

In the moonshinin', I'm sippin' Starsky and Hutch
While my rims blindin', while P rollin' the Dutch
'Cause I'm too much for ma's and grandpa's to solve
Roll the windows to your cars, when out at large
Who the fuck's in charge? Charles Laston Sauls
I got his mom suckin' my balls like a fresh pack of halls

Right hand to Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw
Nobody's ever seen what they seen and never saw
When I jump in my car, they go "Ooh and ahh"
EPMD, 215 and 8-Off Agallah

Yo, 215, who the fuck was them cats up in the car?
One of them got a gat, the other one wanna spar
Jumpin' out the car, pop a trunk, swingin' crowbars
Stick up my seeds in my fiends for the G's
People low self-esteem rockin' the gleam, hotter than steam

When I blow off the top, I got this cream like Bill Rothstein
And when I rob unique excitement is, why you scream
So put your hands together, get your mans together
Here's the plan together, here's the gun together, let's run together

Soldier mind crime nigga, bitch-down live nigga
8-Off's gonna hit 'em like, five niggaz, surprise niggaz

Aiyyo, you hit 'em like that
I bust 'em from the back to the extreme
Hit 'em up, make 'em scream like a bitch
And switch up for the mix up and dig a ditch up
And bounce, then for luck, I throw a six up

And hook off like Prince Naseem ahead
Duck yo' head or go inside instead
Step to me bourgeoisie? Fancy as Dandy?
You get killed, like you was Jon-Bennet Ramsey

And some of y'all just plain civilians
Talkin' shit and never even seen a million
Actin' like y'all Sicilians, when y'all niggaz
With small figures and chasin' gold diggers

Don't even come up to me yappin'
Or you'll Die Hard with Bruce and Sam Jackson
Right now, you wanna duel, you fool
I'm a Dogg 4 Life like my nigga Ja Rule

Who wanna flex with the influential
With mad credentials on instrumentals we're too essential
The mic and the beat, now shit's complete
For me to kick your ass for talkin' trash, punk

U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock, knocked
Who's there? Another motherfuckin' hardrock
Whoa ho hoh, let me like slow up with the flow
Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name

If you wanna step to my motherfuckin' rep
Chk, chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown traject
Gimme my fuckin' shit, chk, chk, blaow
U got shot 'cause you knock, knock, knocked

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U Told Me - Lyrics - Point of No Return - Shareefa

Title: U Told Me
Album: Point of No Return
Artist: Shareefa
Composer(s): Clifford Lee Brown Iii, Shareefa Cooper, Kevin Dean Crowe, Jay Graydon, Carl Thompson, Randy Goodrum, Sylvester Jordan Jr., Erik Reyes Ortiz

Lyric:
So what, what do I do now
Do what without you now?
So what, what do I do now
Do what without you now?

U told me that we would always be together
Said we'd make it through the stormy weather
But ya locked up now

U told me don't wait on the floor forever
Said I gotta look for something better
'Cause ya locked up now

I shoulda known from da corner of da block
That you were wrong
One day soon you'd be leavin' me alone
But I gave you da digits anyway

Ooh, I had my doubts
But you know how I like 'em thugged out
Thought for sure
I could change a thugs route

But a mans gonna be what a man wants to be
No matter what ya say sometimes

You gave me fancy cars, diamonds and pearls
But without ya here what is it worth?
Not a damn thing
Sometimes I cry in the rain for you

Ya wishin' things could be the way they were
'Cause all the joy of love turned into hurt
And I can't take the pain
These pictures on the wall won't do

Gangsta u told me that we would always be together
Said we'd make it through the stormy weather
But ya locked up now

U told me don't wait on the floor forever
Said I gotta look for something better
'Cause ya locked up now

I understand that in the game sometimes you lose ya man
But 25 to life wasn't in the plan, how do I pick up the pieces?
I keep fallin' to pieces, every time that I see you caged up
I kept prayin' everyday you'd wake up

But all the money somehow wasn't enough
I guess you had ya own reasons
Now it's only teasin' your all

You gave me fancy cars, diamonds and pearls
But without ya here what is it worth?
Not a damn thing
Sometimes I cry in the rain for you

Ya wishin' things could be the way they were
'Cause all the joy of love turned into hurt
And I can't take the pain
These pictures on the wall won't do

Gangsta u told me that we would always be together
Said we'd make it through the stormy weather
But ya locked up now

U told me don't wait on the floor forever
Said I gotta look for something better
'Cause ya locked up now

I've been gain it all, there's no need to fall
As long as I knew you'd come home
A simple 9 to 5 and some quality time
instead of catchin' up on the jail phone

I tried to let go 'cause ya tellin' me so
But I don't wanna move on
I'm down for mine but I'm tired of cryin'
I gotta face the fact that you're gone

U told me that we would always be together
Said we'd make it through the stormy weather
But ya locked up now

U told me don't wait on the floor forever
Said I gotta look for something better
'Cause ya locked up now

So what, what do I do now
Do what without you now?
So what, what do I do now
Do what without you now?

So what, what do I do now
Do what without you now?
So what, what do I do now
Do what without you now?

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U Had Me - Lyrics - Hell And Back - Drag On

Title: U Had Me
Album: Hell And Back
Artist: Drag On
Composer(s): Sheldon Harris, Mel Smalls, Eve Jeffers

Lyric:
Boy, you had me going all out for you
Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do
My heart's so weak
But I think it's best for us to be apart

And situation's getting out of hand
Wish I could understand
And let you back into my heart
It's best for us to be apart

I'm just a Bronx gangsta
I made a mistake, I admit, I fucked the plan up
I spotted you in Atlanta, I ain't gonna fuck that man up
I ain't gonna run up in his spot with a bunch of country grammars

Plus, ma, I admit it, I fucked up
I ain't realize what I had until he looked up
I'm just a Bronx thug so I give off tough love, but
Ma, you gotta respect this, I wasn't raised with affection
I was raised in with weapons, what

Give me a second chance
Let's start this music over, let's get this second dance
Let's escape from so but I don't wanna control you
I just wanna just hold you, fuck somewhere with hand in hand

I'm tired of being on the blocks and put pumping hand in hand
I'm going from girl to girl and you going from man to man
Let's get on a flight and land somewhere
Where I can put sand in your hair
Sitting under chandeliers, like, yeah, your man is here

Boy, you had me going all out for you
Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do
My heart's so weak
But I think it's best for us to be apart

And situation's getting out of hand
Wish I could understand
And let you back into my heart
It's best for us to be apart

Yeah, it was crazy, how I used to be a baby
Went from your shorty to your lady
Making plans for a long life, huh
Reminiscin' on them long nights, ha

Giggle when I think back, yo
You remember how we used to act, uh
The best of friends, had each other back
If you was riding, so was I, where the fuck they at?

We started growing, shit started changing
But we was with it for a minute, we just being patient, ha
You wanted space, so I let you go
But we still fucked around and let nobody know

We tried to get it back, it just wasn't working
The more I stuck by, the more it kept hurting
Had to face it, we just different now
You living you, I'm living me, that's how the shit go down
Damn, I love, I miss him now

Boy, you had me going all out for you
Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do
My heart's so weak
But I think it's best for us to be apart

And situation's getting out of hand
Wish I could understand
And let you back into my heart
It's best for us to be apart

Okay, ma, I'm fucking up, I ain't trying to put you in touch, but
You say you think my style is stuckin' it up, what
And ya only smoke blunts for me
Good company, you gave the pussy, wait, save some for me

Freaky sex with a whip like slavery
I whip creamed, ya, then licked cleaned, ya
And when we get in the streets, you hold my nina
Seem seema and you got the keys to my Beamer

Light skinned, round eyes, mix of blond hair
Treat me like a chair, sit you behind here
Even lovers when we sip together, then spit together
Matter fact let's get together, yeah

Boy, you had me going all out for you
Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do
My heart's so weak
But I think it's best for us to be apart

And situation's getting out of hand
Wish I could understand
And let you back into my heart
It's best for us to be apart

Boy, you had me going all out for you
Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do
My heart's so weak
But I think it's best for us to be apart

And situation's getting out of hand
Wish I could understand
And let you back into my heart
It's best for us to be apart

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U'S A Bitch - Lyrics - Compton'S Most Wanted

Title: U'S A Bitch
Artist: Compton'S Most Wanted
Composer(s): Andre Manuel, Aaron Tyler

Lyric:
One more man eater
But perpetrate like your sweeter
But I'm hip to the game, I know your nothing but a cheater
Always trying to game on my wallet
Fuck you or love you, how should I call it?
And its true, all you say is do
For you. and If you got a kid I guess I gotta do them too
Wrong, aint no rings on your finger
You've mistaked Eiht as some punk love singer
Saying your down with me, and only me
But I'm hearing your fucking the neighbourhood G. Little Skee
Ain't nuthin popping
No snaps get spent until the panties start dropping
I guess a hoe is a hoe
But for you to gank me? Bitch, Eiht don't think so
Your nothing but a user
Raised in the Compton streets girl you's a, bitch

I met you when I was rolling, you and your home girl strolling
Flagging me down, I guess I'll stop for this sorry clown
Another stupid one, here we go again
Cleared my throat and said, uhmmm wheres your boyfriend?
She tried to check me and say, I'm independant
I said, Girl Eiht ain't stupid, somebodies getting in it
And if you got a man, I said, he's shorter than a midget
So come on this side and rush the 7 digits
I said, whats the plan?, She said, I don't know call me later
I said, I'll call you later, you crooked alligator
Spent all my snaps that night, just to make you holler
I come home with a dollar
So one day I decide to make a surprise creep
You and another nigga hugged up in the middle of the street
Damn, Girl, Shit, You's a, Bitch

Now what should I do? Keep my cool, step back and clown?
Or go to jail for like months for beating you down?
But I can't afford that bad rap
Cause my rep is too big to be caught up in that crap
You stupid little skeezer
In fact I'll call you a bitch, in other words a dick teaser
And its my style you cramp
You say pay for the play. I'll pay for it with a food stamp, tramp
Geah, and thats a fact
Whatever I'm giving your ass bitch I'm taking it right back
And in this rap I'll kick it
About the girls thats sly, slick, and wicked
So no more getting over
Walk out on your hind legs rover, you lost your clover
I'm the nigga uses
You know what I'm talking about girl you's a, bitch

Geah, coming at you in the nine deuce
Going out to all the bitches trying to gank, scheme on a nigga's snaps
Whut up?

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Whatever U Want - Lyrics - Christina Milian

Title: Whatever U Want
Artist: Christina Milian
Composer(s): Khaleef Chiles, Andre Lamont Morton, Lambert Antho Waldrip Ii, James Banks, Bradley David Spalter, Henderson Thigpen Jr., Aleese Simmons

Lyric:
Once again it's on and we gonna ride out
Once again till dawn, cut the lights out
Once again till morn keep the lights out
Till the end of the song

You're feelin' me
And it's got you all fired up
Tryin' to walk away
'Cause you don't want your heart tied up

But I can feel the proof when you're holdin' me
Like to let you think you're controllin' me
Even thought that ain't the deal
When I want I take the wheel, and I know

Can't hide that you're really into me
Hold is so tight I can barely breathe
'Cause you know I keep it real
Giving you what you can feel

Whatever u want I got it
Whatever u need that's me
Feelin' the flow, don't stop it
Whatever u need I'll be

Whatever u want I got it
Whatever u need that's me
Feelin' the flow, don't stop it
Whatever u need I'll be

You're frontin' like
You don't want no one to know
But it's in your eyes
That you don't want me to know

But I can feel the proof when you're holdin' me
Like to let you think you're controllin' me
Even thought that ain't the deal
When I want I take the wheel 'cause I know

Can't hide that you're really into me
Hold is so tight I can barely breathe
'Cause you know I keep it real
Giving you what you can feel

Whatever u want I got it
Whatever u need that's me
Feelin' the flow, don't stop it
Whatever u need I'll be

Whatever u want I got it
Whatever u need that's me
Feelin' the flow, don't stop it
Whatever u need I'll be

We gonna get it started, okay
Now go get the party jumpin' like me
Who crunk it like me
Lotta of guys here but none is like me

Though some could try to be
With two or three chains up under the white tee
And I got two or three dames that's comin' tonight
See 'em, done tonight, leave

Like one eyed peace
Only Mike puts up numbers like these
And he's no longer playin'
But neither am I, so

What I'm sayin' is hop in the deuce seater with I
'Cause you know with them boots and that beater you fly
Other dudes act to cheap with the pie, won't drop a few pennies
Or cop you a guinea, but I'll cop you as many

Toast till the bottle's all empty
Like pardon the Bravado in me
Us two that's a plan somehow
Get to know each other later, let's dance for now, c'mon

Whatever u want I got it
Whatever u need that's me
Feelin' the flow, don't stop it
Whatever u need I'll be

Whatever u want I got it
Whatever u need that's me
Feelin' the flow, don't stop it
Whatever u need I'll be

Whatever u want I got it
Whatever u need that's me
Feelin' the flow, don't stop it
Whatever u need I'll be

Whatever u want I got it
Whatever u need that's me
Feelin' the flow, don't stop it
Whatever u need I'll be

Whatever u want I got it
Whatever u need that's me
Whatever u want I got it
Whatever u need that, that's me

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Whatever You Want - Lyrics - Christina Milian

Title: Whatever You Want
Artist: Christina Milian
Composer(s): Khaleef Chiles, Andre Lamont Morton, Lambert Antho Waldrip Ii, James Banks, Bradley David Spalter, Henderson Thigpen Jr., Aleese Simmons

Lyric:
Once again it's on and we gonna ride out
Once again till dawn, cut the lights out
Once again till morn keep the lights out
Till the end of the song

You're feelin' me
And it's got you all fired up
Tryin' to walk away
'Cause you don't want your heart tied up

But I can feel the proof when you're holdin' me
Like to let you think you're controllin' me
Even thought that ain't the deal
When I want I take the wheel, and I know

Can't hide that you're really into me
Hold is so tight I can barely breathe
'Cause you know I keep it real
Giving you what you can feel

Whatever u want I got it
Whatever u need that's me
Feelin' the flow, don't stop it
Whatever u need I'll be

Whatever u want I got it
Whatever u need that's me
Feelin' the flow, don't stop it
Whatever u need I'll be

You're frontin' like
You don't want no one to know
But it's in your eyes
That you don't want me to know

But I can feel the proof when you're holdin' me
Like to let you think you're controllin' me
Even thought that ain't the deal
When I want I take the wheel 'cause I know

Can't hide that you're really into me
Hold is so tight I can barely breathe
'Cause you know I keep it real
Giving you what you can feel

Whatever u want I got it
Whatever u need that's me
Feelin' the flow, don't stop it
Whatever u need I'll be

Whatever u want I got it
Whatever u need that's me
Feelin' the flow, don't stop it
Whatever u need I'll be

We gonna get it started, okay
Now go get the party jumpin' like me
Who crunk it like me
Lotta of guys here but none is like me

Though some could try to be
With two or three chains up under the white tee
And I got two or three dames that's comin' tonight
See 'em, done tonight, leave

Like one eyed peace
Only Mike puts up numbers like these
And he's no longer playin'
But neither am I, so

What I'm sayin' is hop in the deuce seater with I
'Cause you know with them boots and that beater you fly
Other dudes act to cheap with the pie, won't drop a few pennies
Or cop you a guinea, but I'll cop you as many

Toast till the bottle's all empty
Like pardon the Bravado in me
Us two that's a plan somehow
Get to know each other later, let's dance for now, c'mon

Whatever u want I got it
Whatever u need that's me
Feelin' the flow, don't stop it
Whatever u need I'll be

Whatever u want I got it
Whatever u need that's me
Feelin' the flow, don't stop it
Whatever u need I'll be

Whatever u want I got it
Whatever u need that's me
Feelin' the flow, don't stop it
Whatever u need I'll be

Whatever u want I got it
Whatever u need that's me
Feelin' the flow, don't stop it
Whatever u need I'll be

Whatever u want I got it
Whatever u need that's me
Whatever u want I got it
Whatever u need that, that's me

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Allah U Akbar - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: Allah U Akbar
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): Derek Murphy, Mortimer Shuman, Lorenzo Dechalus

Lyric:
This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free
But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree
The deuce crew of the new, yeah makes the whole shit clear yeah
Give the question, I'm tired of brothers guessin'

The Nubian brought the X a lot of fame
But wouldn't it be a shame if it all up and ended
That ain't the plan I had and shit like that ain't intended
For the slick headed wonder, wearer of saggy pants

Old school kicker, reviver of the circumstance
Got a backpack with a fat stack of fac
I got a three, oh, so P.O. step back
I'm with the uptown baldies, kids that were Lords

Kick for kids that's paid, I kick for kids with no funds
Whole blocks come for classes kids with contacts kids with glasses
Hard rock punks, crack heads and even trunks
Wanna know the truth, so they flock to my roof

New York I got the grip, I told ya I told ya
This means war, as if by Sister Souljah
To think that the X would ever take a fall
After gettin' all of this, man you're crazy

The only way, I'd fall is if I got fat and lazy
And I won't 'cause I work real hard
Wake up in the morning at the hour of God and make beats
Later hit the streets for some forty-fifth sweets

So all y'all been told, black youth essential
From the hard urban blocks of Now Rule residential
That the God rocks real hard

Goddamn right, the L O R D, J A M A R
Says peace and Allah U Akbar
Back like a motherfuckin' head to crack
Brand Nubian tracks are filled with black facts

Now I ain't Humpty Dumpty chump, see
I ain't fallin', you can go call in
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Try to knock me off you never see another day again

My seven-twenty-one-fourteen's ready
And my scope with the laser beam steady
So if you're feeling lucky, then come and catch a buck
How could I kill a man, well, I just don't give a fuck, so

Check out the dread lock, make the dead rock
With my bald head, aiyyo like the top ten
We're bound to win, 'cause God don't like ugly
You get slugged rushed raped robbed and mugged G

I don't wanna be the man, I just wanna make jams
Cuttin' sharp like Edward Scissorhands
It's ninety-two and of course we grew seeds
They're planted like a farmer, so let's reap what we sew

And if you're thinking that we're a hoe in the game
We gettin' wreck to your brain

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U Know What Time It Is - Lyrics - Grandmaster Flash

Title: U Know What Time It Is
Artist: Grandmaster Flash
Composer(s): Kevin La-Von Dukes, Guy T Williams, Joseph Robert Saddler

Lyric:
Just get off the wall, let's have a ball
The 70's are gone, it's the 80's y'all
Grab a fly girl by the hand and ask her to dance
C'mon fellas, don't be shy, just take a chance

You'll never know it might lead to romance
'Cuz the beat is cold stompin', it'll put you in a trance
You're so hypnotized that you stop and stare
I'm steppin' out of this 'cuz I'm not with that there

Get on the dancefloor, c'mon, take a stand
All the girlies in the place wanna dance with you, my man
Get on the floor and work it out if you can
Here's my ulterior motive, I mean my game plan

It doesn't hurt to flirt, just go ahead and chase the skirt
You can't help it, it's your line of work
To get women on the floor
It's you they adore, you might as well

U know what time it is?

Hang on party, people, 'cuz here we go
We're gonna cold take the party to another plateau
But in order for us to achieve a new height
We wanna hear flash cut the beat up, ain't that right?

While flash is choppin' the mix like an ax on wood
You gotta dance 'cuz the beat is finger lickin' good
Throw your hands above your head and reach for a cloud
And if there's anything you want to say, say it loud

I know the bass is pumpin' so hard, the lights are dim
And y'all are lettin' me know we're cold blowin' the rim
That's right, you're being served, served with a smile
And homeboy, you don't like it, we can step in the aisle

Just show no shame, you know it's only right
And if there's anything you want to get off, get it off tonight

U know what time it is?

A simple punch of the fade, a little flex of the wrist
Flash whoopin' the mix while I'm kickin' the gift
Yo, like a double edge razor, the boy is nice
When he cuts, give him room or you might get sliced

He's too cold to hold, too hot to be stopped
This jam that we got is good to the last drop
Weather you like it or not, we rock
Yo, since the day we emerged, have you heard?

That it was all about a party and yo, this is word
This party's rated NS for no suckers allowed
That's the scoop, hear me troop
So don't you come here actin' wild

But as you know there's always one in the crowd
You wanna party, then act like you know, can you dig it?
And if you came to get I'll forget it, I ain't with it

U know what time it is?

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Rain Drops - Lyrics - From Me to U - Juelz Santana

Title: Rain Drops
Album: From Me to U
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Henri Charlemagne, Keith Lewis, Laron James, Jesse Johnson

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Lyric:
Rain drops
Ya probably ain't expecting this one
Nope, yeah, clap clap un hun
This something my grandmother would dance to or something

Nights like this I wish
That rain drops would fall
Nights like this I wish
That rain drop would fall

Ay grandma and grandpa
Look at ya grandson, I done made it far
Damn nana, I know it's killing ya bones that damn cancer
I wish I had an answer, but I don't I'm jus' wishin' for an answer
Watchin' my mamma cry, she's watchin' her mamma die
Every second I'm drying my mamma eyes, she so proud of her son
See right through my mamma eyes, she just follow the drips
U can't dodge the rain but u can follow the drips

And every drop of rain that falls, has a drop a pain involved
You better believe
88 cocaine it solves, now the dope came in charge yup
I see my niggaz for what they really are, what we really are
The dicks we really are, let it rain

Nights like this I wish
That rain drops would fall
I know u wishing it would rain
Nights like this I wish
That rain drop would fall

It has been long fights like this
Long days, long nights nights like this
I'm wishing for rain, nothing but the wind ever came
Little girls with they skirt up, the world's getting worser
Man I twirled through the world in a roaster
Twirling the smoke up, I be so high
Shit a week goes by, I still think the week just started
Man weed still sparking, still in tune with the street man

He still sparking, go ahead nigga leap feel frogish
These streets I harnish, my peeps my partners
Cam, Jim, Zeek my sponsors, black, Griz, snags my monstrous
Paper, drugs, twin my anchor, robs, 40, doe, guard
Bus, train and go hard, let it rain

Nights like this I wish
That rain drops would fall
Nights like this I wish
That rain drop would fall

This is a story, about a young boy wishin' for glory
Rap, riches and glory, some people I'll love to share it with
Yeah my people my thugs I'll share it with
You can't eat through this love I'm dealing with
You can't see through this love I'm dealing with
You can't be through or eat through this love I'm dealing with
It's real I'm feeling it my niggaz, cats plan on killing it
Rats real I'm reeling it all men like fishermen

Say, hey hey hey baby, yeah
Drive sticks while sticking 'em, young chicks I'm dicking em
All down and yeah they all down
But why it got to be like this, why every girl I meet got to be like this
Let it rain

Nights like this I wish
That rain drops would fall
Nights like this I wish
That rain drop would fall

Let it rain
I'm just sitting here
Wishing it would rain
I'm just sitting here
Waiting for the rain
Waiting for the rain

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It Gets No Rougher - Lyrics - Ll Cool J

Title: It Gets No Rougher
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Eric Sadler, H Shocklee, K Shocklee, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Let me tell you somethin' about an A-B-C style
The A, the B, the C, the D, the E, the F, the G, the H, the I, the J, the K
The L, the M, the N, the O, the P, the Q, the R, the S, the T, the U
The V, W, X, Y, Z, it's bullshit to me

Rhyme to the rhythm of a or should I give a brother time
And move on, you better get another week to work with or quit
'Cause I'm on some ol' l shit, capable of murder but I never committed
Takin' no shorts so you better forget it

Tracklin' the world on my tone deafen station, taught her
Supercalifalistic emcee executioner
Wicked witch, diggin' your ditch
Givin' ya stitch by stitch, ain't this a bitch

Sweeter than lemonade, stronger than a hand-grenade
Rhymes are laid, go deeper than a mermaid
Louder than a siren, I'm not retirin'
Despirin', admirin' the way I'm gettin' fly
And I sees ecleptoes and I resent those
Brothers who slept on, when they shoulda kept on

Rollin' with rush it don't get no rougher
I stopper, huffer and puffer, a buffer, suffer
I was holdin' back the man superior, right?
You wanna take my title, yo, you'll be aight

You stand below the plateau I stand on
You want my faction to put the man on
I shake and bake and break the laws of gravity
And if you chew on, you'll get a cavity

'Cause I'ma giant, and you're a pee-wee
And all that LL shit, you can't see me
You're cheap and weak, incomplete and off-peak
'Cause it gets no rougher, it gets no rougher

Yo man, you know how we take the order A-B-C emcee's
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, cuttin' ain't no joke, yo L, release the juice on 'em

I release the juice smack dab in your face
Do damage, I'm pickin' up the pace
My mics' like a torch when I'm walkin' at nighttime
Straight to the dome, it's like a pipe-line

High speed, stronger than Thai-weed
Before you pick up the mic to get fly
You need all the dope khaki's that you can feature
So I can serve you, you know the procedure

Listen to the man intellectualize, visualize
Your whole posse gettin' paralyzed
I don't wanna hear no alibi's, don't apologize
I'll put the highs' in your eyes!

The bass in your face, like you ditch the attorney, I'm on the case
With rhymes that'll hit ya, get ya and sit ya down
The competition is booty get the picture now?
Skip the record, my road, to get me-a-go

I'm figurin' yo, nigga you know
I won't allow, not now, no way, no how
Any form of disrespect, you better bow
Time gets rough to swamp I do it pump
In between my jaws adversaries got chomped

The cordless mic is my only utensil
Lyrics you be runnin', I break 'em like a pencil
'Cause I'm massive and you're a small fry
You're all in, a stunt, a fall-guy
Outta order I smolder blacks to make you suffer
'Cause it gets no rougher, it gets no rougher

Shut up, the alley cats' got attention to get
And drop these l dope lyrics on ya, the beat is pumpin'
You know what I'm sayin'?

Let me ask you ask a question
Wait a minute
You could take the game of rap and rule it alone
Demonstrate many styles on the microphone
Build an empire like an African king
I had to show apu jack the ripper could swing

I'ma rappers nightmare, I crush my opponents
There's only one title I own it
Emcee's flip-flop, I bust out the workshop
They try to eve's drop, goin' to make rock

Aerodynamically, it's all automatically, the way I jiggly full of originality
Shay-shop 'em and stop 'em like a cheetah and an antelope
Then I cut 'em like a cantalope on the table
They ain't able, I'm a legend, not a fable, gotta keep it stable

Crack your back bone, harder than grim stone
Doin' your justice overseein' like a chaporone
Huh, on the hip-hop scene, I got shit sewn up like a sewin' machine
Eat a rapper like a sandwich, leave 'em in a bandit
Crack the stage and leave the audience damaged

Yeah, get funky on that cut, get funky on it
Yo, l, them lyrics is dope man you know I'm sayin'?
You better raw sick for years
This how we do it dogg
Pump that good man, let's cut us some real, real somethin'
Yo, bust this

I'm kinda like a soldier, see I told ya
When I pick up the mic I'ma hold ya
Captive, a mack-tive, I'll make sure I'll track it
L'll speak a cell a sneak as your backs' gettin' weaker

I freak the beat and get shieker
Rule over king, you're too over-eager
You're tryin' to make a move for
I'ma prove you're ridiculious

I think he was jealous and in the mood for an ass-kickin'
When you mess with, the man with the plan
Mic in his hand and a fresh skit
R-O-U-G-H-E-R, rougher, so here we are

Face to face, mic to mic, man to man
While your battle ship is sinkin' in quicksand
Strappin' to the bottom like a two-ton anchor
And break, pull the rope, point blank, I'm a sniper

Rapper like a pack, step on 'em like a mack
My DJ cut-creator scratch a record like a cat
E at my side with pride who got a bigger rep
Shh smoke the mic like a cigarette

Every puff is rough I pull, kill a bull, one toke, your crews' a joke
I run through rappers like runnin' through rubber holes is
Nigga, I'm comin' up roses
Step back I got the title bear-witness to a dope recital
I've killed many men my friend and I'ma do it again and again and again
'Cause it get no rougher

You know what I'm sayin'? I'm rulin' this game
It don't get no rougher, peace, LL Cool J

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Never B Peace - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: Never B Peace
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Kotari Cox, Malcolm Greenridge, Johnny Jackson, Francisco Pimentel, Donna Hunter, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Now of course I want peace on the streets, but realistically
Paintin' perfect pictures ain't never work, my misery was so deep
Couldn't sleep through all my pressures
In my quest for cash, I learned fast

Usin' violent measures, memories of adolescent years
Their was unity, but after puberty we brought war to our community
So many bodies droppin', it's gotta stop
I want to help, but still I'm steppin'
Keepin' my weapon, must protect myself

The promise of a better tomorrow ain't never reach me
Plus my teachers were to petrified in class to teach me
Sippin' Thunder Bird and grape Kool-Aid
Callin' Earl since my stomach was empty
It seduced me to fuck the world

Watch my 'lil homies, lose there childhood to guns
Nobody cries no more, 'cause we all die for fun
So why you ask me if I want peace, if you can't grant it
Niggas fightin' across the whole planet
So we can never be peace

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom
Still consumed by the beefs
And I know there never be peace
That's why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets
'Cause there can never be peace

Somebody owes me, will they control me? Nah
I ain't a hater playa, but I want all you got
Your babies have babies, now we fightin' each other
My dogs got rabies, they bitin' each other

'N it ain't hard to find a friend like mine
Big fully is a bully, and he don't mind dyin'
And I gotta be bright, miss sign after sign
Time after time, after time after time

And I don't like nobody, they don't like me more
And I'm cool with that finally,but they heard it before
Dog, we livin' in a prison
Losin' our religion on 'em

Thanks given when thankful just for livin' in hell
Damn homey I don't mean to be harsh
But it's the devil in the ghetto tryin' to tear it apart
And if we make it up out , we still stuck in the dark
Will there ever be peace? Just the peace in my heart, never

The only peace we got
Is the peace in our heart
Or the peace in our mind
Right there in piece that we hold in our waste line
Feel me dog? Cm'on

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom
Still consumed by the beefs
And I know there never be peace
Thats why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets
'Cause there can never be peace

Things are changin', nigga you better fantasize
I'm only concerned about me and mine in these times
The world is a ghetto where peace is not a part of it
We all goin' need God if we plan to get out of this

Niggas spendin' too much time hatin' on each other
Niggas buyin' guns, load 'em up, aim at each other
And the victim is you and me, the secret is true indeed
The good die, mostly over bullshit, repeatedly

Deep in me there's a part that wants nothin' but love
But the rest of me knows war is what's waitin' for us
So I stays ready, keep my pay heavy and boss up
Stack my funds and my guns, never rely on luck

Askin' God to point out the impostors
Never let no weapon formed against me prosper
'Cause they'll never be peace
So don't rely on it, soldiers die for
And in the ghetto, they tryin' for it, fuck peace

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom
Still consumed by the beefs
And I know there never be peace
That's why I keep my pistol when I walks the streets
'Cause there can never be peace

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom
Still consumed by the beefs
And I know there never be peace,
That's why I keep my pistol when I walks the streets
Nigga there'll never be peace

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom
Still consumed by the beefs
And I know there never be peace,
That's why I keep my pistol when I walks the streets
'Cause there'll never be peace
Will there ever be peace?

Shit, fuck peace
On the strength till my niggas get a piece, we can't have peace
How the fuck we gonna live happy if we ain't got none?
You motherfuckers is smiling, but I'm mean muggin'
Why? 'Cause gotta be thuggin'

I've seen drugs done turned this motherfuckin' hood out
All us niggas actin' up, wild ass motherfuckin' adolescents
These niggas ain't even got no childhoods no more
How the fuck can you have a childhood and you have a funeral
Every motherfuckin' weekend

And you motherfuckers talkin' about peace?
Nigga, it ain't no motherfuckin' peace
You ain't seen the news motherfucker?
You ain't heard? Little babies gettin' smoked

Motherfuckers killin' there whole family
'Lil kids gettin' thrown off buildings
Motherfuckers gettin' abused
Peace? Niggas you out your motherfuckin' mind?

Fuck peace, we can't never have peace
'Till you motherfuckers clean up this mess you made
'Till u fuckin' clean up the dirt you dropped
'Till we get a piece, fuck peace, Westside

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U Not Like Me - Lyrics - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' - 50 Cent

Title: U Not Like Me
Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin'
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis James Jackson, Andy Thelusma

Lyric:
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD
(When it's on, that's who you get, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD
(That's your motherfuckin' click, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD
(You a motherfuckin' snitch, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD

Niggaz wanna shine like me, rhyme like me
Then walk around with a 9 like me
They don't wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me
And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me
Aiyoo, you think about shittin' on 50, save it
My songs belong in the Bible with King David
I teach niggaz sign language, that ain't def son
You heard that? That mean run
Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stun on, pa
Pull through, I'll throw a fuckin' cocktail at your car

From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face
It's nothin', I can go after Mase's fanbase
Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out
Hit my wisdom tooth, spit it out
I don't smile a lot, cause ain't nothin' pretty
Got a purple heart for war, and I ain't never left the City
Hoes be like "Fitty, you so witty"
On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy
You got fat while we starve, it's my turn
I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn,won't learn

If you get shot and run to the cop, you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

If you get shot and run to the cop, you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

Moma said,
"Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan"
So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand
Don't think I'm crazy, 'cause I don't fear man
'Cause I feel when I kill a man, God won't understand
I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan
I been coulda killed these niggaz, I'm still waitin'
In the telly with to whores, a Benz with two doors

32 carrots in the traws, no flaws
You see me in the hood, I got at least two guns
I carry the glock, Tony carry my M1s
Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me
D's waitin for my response to lock me
This is my hustle, nigga don't knock me
You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me
I'm the one

If you get shot and run to the cop, you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

If you get shot and run to the cop, you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block,you not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back
The good die young, I ain't eligable for that
I shot niggaz, I been shot, sold crack in the street
My attitude is gangsta, so I stand some beef
You wanna get acquainted with me? You wanna know me?
From 3 point range, with a glock, I shoot better then Kobe
See a nigga standin' next to me, he probably my Co-D
See a bitch gettin' in my whip, she probably gon' blow me
See the flow is like a 38, it's special yo
A country boy tell ya, I'm fittin' to blow

I'm more like a pimp, then a trick, you know
See, I'm in this for the paper, I don't love the hoes
Niggaz broke in the hood, worried about mines
Grown ass men, wearin' starter piece shines
You know them little pieces, with the little stones
Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones
When the gossip starts, I'm always the topic
You too old for that shit dog, why don't you stop it
Shorty, I been watchin' you watchin' me
Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me

If you get shot and run to the cop, you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

If you get shot and run to the cop, you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

Not like me
We've got nothin' in common

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Never Call U Bitch Again - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: Never Call U Bitch Again
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Tyrese Gibson, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Whassup Boo?
Swear I'll never call you bitch again
You ain't fuck with me, hehehe
I swear I'll never call you bitch again
(All I just wanna say is um, if I fuckin' apologized)
I swear I'll never call you bitch again
(I ain't mean to call you a bitch)
I'll never call you bitch again

Damn, gave my homey 90 days for domestic violence
I try to picture myself, in this position but remain silent
I get to thinkin' bout this shit, we been through
We close like kin but you remain my friend too
This life of sin, done got the both of us in trouble
But you always stay down for a nigga, so that's why I love you
Reminiscin' needin' tissues, fightin' over childish issues
Swear I can't live witchu but without you every day I miss you

When we roll you hold my pistol, my gangsta bitch-ich
You always in the mood for love, that's why I'm sleepin' witchu
Though not the man of your dreams, my plan and schemes
To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
I see, yesterday I called you names, and played games on yo' mind
I promise that I'll change in time
It's a complicated world, so girl just be a friend
I swear I'll never call you bitch again
(And that's my word)

We came too far, to throw it all away baby
(I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me)
We came way too far pretty baby
To throw it all away, throw it all away baby
(I swear I'll never call you bitch again, hey)

I wake up early in the mornin', at the crack of dawn
Nigga still tired so I'm yawnin', and now I'm gone
Tryin' to get my money on strong, so an early riser
Out befo' them other guys, that's the way to profit every time
Can't get too close, my enemies, they see ghosts, they envy me
Plus we been beefin' with the east coast, with casualites
Got stopped in traffic, had a warrant, so they gaffled me
But while I'm gone, watch my business, and my back for me

My enemies think they got me crossed, they ain't knowin'
Ain't no love for player haters where you cowards goin'
You paid bail, got me out of jail, home again
I promise not to leave you on your own again
Cristal corks are popped, romantic, thoughts are dropped
It's so frantic but don't panic 'cause we crossed the top
I found a partner and a rider, a woman and friend
I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me

We came too far, to throw it all away
(I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me)
We came way too far pretty baby
To throw it all away, throw it all away

You're my nigga, my best friend
Never gonna call you, a bitch again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ohh

Witness the evil men do, all this shit I been through
Never meant to hurt you, can we make this work, Boo?
I know you been feelin' pain, things are not the same
Waitin' to exhale while I'm sittin' in the county jail
Keep yo' head up, 'cause things are gettin' better
My cellmates shed tears off yo' last love letter
Told 'em you would find a friend so keep yo' eyes peeled
Sorry if I cuss, but it's the sufferin' that I feel

Who can I trust and if I bust, will she snitch?
Even though you ain't the type to trip
Sorry if I called you bitch
You showed me the definition of feminine
The difference between a pack of bitches and black women
I see the boss for the third time, hope to see you soon
Pictures of us kissin' in the living room, in the nude
Thanks for bein' there, much more than a friend
I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me

We came too far, to throw it all away
We came way too far pretty baby
(I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me)

We came too far, to throw it all away
(I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me)
We came way too far pretty baby
To throw it all away, throw it all away

Through all my ups and downs
You always stayed around, stayed around

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Ms New Booty - Lyrics - The Charm - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Ms New Booty
Album: The Charm
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Eric Jackson, Deongelo Holmes, Warren Anderson Mathis, Michael Antoine Crooms

Lyric:
ColliPark, Bubba Sparxxx
Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere
Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere
Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere
Rockin' everywhere, rockin' everywhere

I found you Ms. New Booty
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the playa's club for about a month or two
Put his hand on it then see what it do

I found you Ms. New Booty
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the playa's club for about a month or two
Put his hand on it then see what it do

Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight

Girl I don't need you, but chu need me
Take it off, let if flop, shake it freely
And I don't tell stories, I let ?em tell theyself
And you ain't gotta sell ***, girl, it sell itself

Like nothing else, yeah I'm a country boy
But that big city bottom fill me up with joy
Ain't life grand? Live it up daddy
Here go da whisper song, baby this is us, ready?

Put it on me, enthusiastically
Whatever it is that chu do, you do it admirably
And I ain't choose it, that thang chose me
It's Bubba K. and Ying Yang, all the way in this thang
Yo!

Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere
Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere
Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere
Rockin' everywhere, rockin' everywhere

I found you Ms. New Booty
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the playa's club for about a month or two
Put his hand on it then see what it do

I found you Ms. New Booty
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the playa's club for about a month or two
Put his hand on it then see what it do

Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight

Quarter to twelve and we just getting in
Bubba gonna make ya spark wit da Ying Yang Twins
Sippin' on Patron, blong blong blong
Shawty in a thong, whom whom whom

Get to jiggling, mother ******* wiggling
Get that thang shakin', like she frost bit shivering
Be delivering, all type of flashes, cashes
Got these **** shaking that molasses

Shh, let me whisper in your ear
Get yourself together go and buy some new gear
Do something with your hair den hit da club
Shake ya *** and da playas gonna show some love

Do that move ya did, just a minute ago
I guarantee you'll make all da dough
So gon' do ya thing baby, work what chu got
To get what chu want
Make dat money, don't let it make u

Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere
Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere
Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere
Rockin' everywhere, rockin' everywhere

I found you Ms. New Booty
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the playa's club for about a month or two
Put his hand on it then see what it do

I found you Ms. New Booty
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the playa's club for about a month or two
Put his hand on it then see what it do

Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight

Hi there, how are things?
I once was a ****** man
Now it seems ever since I had the pleasure
Of getting you together, your chest is just whatever
I found the buried treasure

Yes ma'am, here's the plan
Meet me over yonder, okay? Don't play
I'll bring the whoop whoop, you bring your cookbook
And I'ma fix that stuff up, everything is good good

Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere
Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere
Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere
Rockin' everywhere, rockin' everywhere

I found you Ms. New Booty
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the playa's club for about a month or two
Put his hand on it then see what it do

I found you Ms. New Booty
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the playa's club for about a month or two
Put his hand on it then see what it do

Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight

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