Ain'T Got You - Lyrics - Kevin Michael

Title: Ain'T Got You
Artist: Kevin Michael
Composer(s): Andrew Wyatt

Lyric:
All I ever wanted was to love you
Girl, I never meant to cause you pain
And I only have myself to blame

Now you?re gone and I can?t stop thinking of you
Every time I hear your name
I think of what I?ve done again and again

See I?m all alone tonight with just a memory
And baby you?re a million miles away
I can?t take another day

If I ain?t got you, I ain?t got anything
It just don?t feel the same, no
If I ain?t got you, oh

And if I ain?t got you, I ain?t got anything
Can?t even feel the pain
No, if I ain't got you, you

You, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
You, you, you, you

I remember when we were together
I remember how you used to say
There was nothing I could do to turn you away

I know, I know that things have changed forever
When I look into your eyes
All I see now is the tears in your eyes

I?m all alone tonight with just a memory
And baby you?re a million miles away
I can?t take another day

If I ain?t got you, I ain?t got anything
It just don?t feel the same, no
If I ain?t got you, oh

And if I ain?t got you, I ain?t got anything
Can?t even feel the pain
No, if I ain't got you, you

If I could I would pick up the pieces of your broken heart
And put it back together
And I would, I would hold you in my arms until the hurting stops
And stay right here forever

All I ever wanted was to love you
Girl, I never meant to cause you pain
And I only have myself to blame

If I ain?t got you, I ain?t got anything
It just don?t feel the same, no
If I ain?t got you, oh

And if I ain?t got you, I ain?t got anything
Can?t even feel the pain
No, if I ain?t got you

If I ain?t got you, I ain?t got anything
It just don?t feel the same, no
If I ain?t got you, oh

And if I ain?t got you, I ain?t got anything
Can?t even feel the pain
No, if I ain?t got you, you

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Ain'T Got Nothing If You Ain'T Got Love - Lyrics - Michael Bolton

Title: Ain'T Got Nothing If You Ain'T Got Love
Artist: Michael Bolton
Composer(s): Michael Bolton, Robert Johnmutt Lange

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Lyric:
You can live your life on the edge of your seat
You can take your place down on easy street
Or just lose your mind
Over things only money can buy
But it's a fact of life, no matter what you do
Every stake you claim, every dream come true
Down deep inside, these kinda things never satisfy

Oh, love
Love is the precious thing
Sets you free and give your heart the wings to fly
Love is the livin' dream
Calling your name
Telling you somethin'

'Cause you ain't got nothin', if you ain't got love
You ain't got nothin', if you ain't got love
You conquer the world but it's never enough
'Cause you ain't got nothin', if you ain't got love

You can carry the flame across the finish line
You can sign your name in the sands of time
But fortune and fame, they're just things that you leave behind
Well, you think you got the world in the palm of your hand
But there's one thing missin' in your promised land
It's a thing called love, the one thing that your heart demands

Oh, love
Love is the rhythm of life
In your soul is where the secret lies
And when love is lookin' through your eyes
Every feelin' inside
Is tellin' you somethin'

'Cause you ain't got nothin', if you ain't got love
You ain't got nothin', if you ain't got love
You conquer the world but it's never enough
'Cause you ain't got nothin', if you ain't got love

Now you can chase your dreams down the yellow brick road
Sail full steam down the river of gold
If you ever get it all you never get enough
'Cause you ain't got nothin', if you ain't got love

Oh, love
Love is the precious thing
Sets you free and give your heart the wings to fly
Love is the livin' dream
Callin' your name

Ain't got nothin', if you ain't got love
Ain't got nothin', if you ain't got love
Oh, you can conquer the world but it's never enough
'Cause you ain't got nothin', if you

You ain't got nothin', if you ain't got love
You ain't got nothin', if you ain't got love
You conquer the world but it's never enough
'Cause you ain't got nothin' if you, you ain't got love

You ain't got nothin', if you ain't got love
You ain't got nothin', if you ain't got love
You ain't got nothin', if you
You ain't got nothin', if you ain't got love
You ain't got nothin', if you ain't got love
You can conquer the world

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Nothing - Lyrics - A

Title: Nothing
Artist: A
Composer(s): Daniel Carter, Mark Chapman, Jason Perry, Adam Perry, Giles Perry

Lyric:
Nothing
And nothing's where you're at
When you ain't got something
You'll never get it back

It's coming on like a drug
The universal power of one
But it don't mean nothing
If it all comes undone

Fly away
If you fly away
You might die today
If you fly, if you fly

Gimme some love
Gimme some skin
If we ain't got that then we ain't got much
And we ain't got nothing, nothing

Gimme some love
Gimme some skin
If we ain't got that then we ain't got much
And we ain't got nothing, nothing

You're left with nothing
And nothing's what you've got
When you ain't got no-one, no-one
You could have had the lot

And if it's over today
You'll never get that thing
You had together, no way
You only get it once, once

Fly away
If you fly, if you fly

Gimme some love
Gimme some skin
If we ain't got that then we ain't got much
And we ain't got nothing, nothing

Gimme some love
Gimme some skin
If we ain't got that then we ain't got much
And we ain't got nothing, nothing

We ain't got nothing
We ain't got nothing
A day's a number
Don't remember how you found it

You will never feel the same
And forever have to take it for granted
Don't remember our mistake

Gimme some love
So gimme some skin
If we ain't got that then we ain't got much
And we ain't got nothing, nothing

Gimme some love
So gimme some skin
If we ain't got that then we ain't got much
And we ain't got nothing, nothing

Gimme some love
So gimme some skin
If we ain't got that then we ain't got much
And we ain't got nothing, nothing

So gimme some love
So gimme some skin
If we ain't got that then we ain't got much
And we ain't got nothing, nothing

Gimme some love
So gimme some skin
If we ain't got that then we ain't got much
And we ain't got nothing, nothing

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Lie To Kick It - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: Lie To Kick It
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Don Blackman, Warren Griffin, James Brown, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Richard L. Serrell

Lyric:
Yeah, if she didn't wanna fuck
Then she never should've called you
I dedicate this to my nigga, Mike Tyson
If she didn't wanna fuck
Then she never should've called you

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

Jack of all trades, ballin' like Jordan, you punk
Fake inside the paint, in fact I know you can't
Do half of the shit that you was claimin' in the county
Suckas on yo' jock, you claim you run the block

Polyurethane busta, cracked in half
You claim you foldin' bank but I know yo' bank stank
I lived around the corner, I seen you fully smoked
Must I say some more? You weighed a buck 04

You sold ya TV for a buck 'cause it was way too late
Now they sent you upstate an' you done gained some weight
You's a baller, lyin' to them youngstas quick
Got them thinkin' you sick an' representin' yo' click

But you's an old basehead, kickin' too much hype
Yo' bicentennial pipe, it got rally stripes
An' if they knew yo' identity you'd probably be the victim of a stickin'
You ain't got to lie to kick it

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it, y'all don't hear me
I got these niggas yackin' in my face
About some shit that never took place
An' what you see is what you get, that's what he told me
I peeped it in his pose, exposed the fuckin' phony

I'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie
With them bitches, they be freaky, they don't know me
Hey, it's gettin' drastic, gunnin' niggas down
'Cause they plastic, sleep on a G an' get that ass kicked

An' stuffed inside a casket
Rippin' the shit like it's my muthafuckin' last hit
Hey an' wonder why a nigga's nothin' nice
An' every time I bust a nut, I fuck for Tyson

'Cause I know the real on the bitch
She got to skit ya just to get a nigga's riches
I pray to God that the bitch don't get no dick
An' got a nigga screamin', ?Fuck that bitch?

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

Well if a bitch'll be a bitch, then a trick'll be a trick
I've got my nigga, Richie Rich an' we be all up in the mix
This is 'Thug Life', baby, rollin' hoes like Vogues
Stay the fuck up out of mine an' I'll stay outta yours

It's a Oakland thang an' bitch, you wouldn't understand
This Tanqueray got me screamin', ?Fuck yo' man?
But now you beefin' on the strength that you was thinkin' I was jockin'
Hey bitch, I got no time for hoes, I'm steady clockin'

An' if it ain't about a buck, I gives a fuck
It's raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck
So what's up with them low life bitches tryin' to play me?
Bitch, you better see Trojan about yo' baby
Trickin' niggas better catch up on they pimpin'
'Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slippin'

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

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Got Em Hatin - Lyrics - Plies

Title: Got Em Hatin
Artist: Plies
Composer(s): Chadron Moore, Algernod Washington

Lyric:
It's a Nitti beat, hey, hey Plies, wassup?
They said you got it on lock down there, my nigga, hey
They said you gettin' 'bout 20 stacks a mothafuckin' show, right?
This yo first album
(Wow)

You fuckin' wit' yo boy Nitti, right?
(That's right)
'Cuz we're live again, from Ghettoville, U. S. A that is
Yo Plies, you ready?

Seven days a week, a full time balla
A thug and a goon, whatever you wanna call it
You hatin' for nothin' 'cuz i'ma get mine irregardless

Tryina catch lil momma, I already done caught her
Want the 26's, huh, I already done bought 'em
You can't do what I do and that's part of the problem

I got the haters goin' crazy, I ain't tryina stop 'em
You want the streets, hot dog, I already done locked 'em
You love blue diamonds, I already done copped 'em

You always talk about K's but ain't never shot 'em
I'm certified and real, lil homie, you a floater
You a full blown hater, that's what I call 'em

I'm in a Donk on 6's, ayy
(Got 'em hatin')
Fucked the broad that he wanted
(Now I got him hatin')

Ain't been right lately
(Got 'em hatin')
My jewelery game amazin'
(Now I got him hatin')

I'm in a Donk on 6's, ayy
(Got 'em hatin')
Fucked the broad that he wanted
(Now I got him hatin')

His pape ain't been right lately
(Got 'em hatin')
You ain't doin somethin right if you ain't
(Got 'em hatin')

I'm the man in my city, you just live here
You just got in the streets, I've been out there
You still dreamin' about it, I did it in a year
You a pussy so I know you hate me off the rip

You can't move how I move, you ain't got chips
I can blow it and don't miss it, I got grip
I can merc you when I wanna 'cuz I got clips
30 round extended .380 on the hip

Heard you was cryin' when you was locked up, you a trip
I know the goons that robbed you, you ain't done shit
You the one that told, you the one sunk the ship
Now you walkin' round like you had closed lips

In the back of yo mind you wish Plies wasn't real
Ain't never been a hater, I don't know how it feels
If you know like I know, lil homie, better chill
Or you gon' have them bushes movin' in frontcha crib

I'm in a Donk on 6's, ayy
(Got 'em hatin')
Fucked the broad that he wanted
(Now I got him hatin')

Ain't been right lately
(Got 'em hatin')
My jewelery game amazin'
(Now I got him hatin')

I'm in a Donk on 6's, ayy
(Got 'em hatin')
Fucked the broad that he wanted
(Now I got him hatin')

His pape ain't been right lately
(Got 'em hatin')
You ain't doin somethin right if you ain't
(Got 'em hatin')

Some wanna see me broke, some wanna see me in the feds
The haters hate you when you livin', love you when you're dead
He just a mad rapper, he ain't blew yet

The streets don't feel him, I ain't have to go through that
I'm on fire in the streets, just got my feet wet
And you don't think I'ma sell a mill, just take the bet

I'm just one of few who ain't went commercial yet
I want you to see me when I got the top back
You got no choice to talk about me, look how I act

And why Plies so wild if he got stife
He got a 100 goons around him when he rock his ice
If you ain't thuggin' you won't understand the thug life

I'm in a Donk on 6's, ayy
(Got 'em hatin')
Fucked the broad that he wanted
(Now I got him hatin')

Ain't been right lately
(Got 'em hatin')
My jewelery game amazin'
(Now I got him hatin')

I'm in a Donk on 6's, ayy
(Got 'em hatin')
Fucked the broad that he wanted
(Now I got him hatin')

His pape ain't been right lately
(Got 'em hatin')
You ain't doin somethin right if you ain't
(Got 'em hatin')

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Ain'T Got You - Lyrics - One Love - Blue

Title: Ain'T Got You
Album: One Love
Artist: Blue
Composer(s): Duncan James, Lee Ryan, Mikkel Eriksen, Simon Webbe, Anthony Costa, Tor Erik Hermansen, Hallgeir Rustan

Lyric:
I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what

I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what
I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what

If you think I got it all
By the way that I'm living
Fast money on a roll
Then I think you be mistaken

If you think I have enough
Got more that I'm needing
It's not like that at all
You don't have to believe me

If I'm not what you're looking for
Please tell me and I will go
I'm not gonna waste your time
Please tell me if you wanna be mine

Got a shelf full of books, so?
Got a room full of clothes, so?
Got a house that I stay, so?
I ain't got you

Got a box full of shoes, so?
Got a brand new phone, so?
Got the studio booked, so?
I ain't got you

Now you know what I'm about
And the streets that I come from
Unreasonable doubt
Don't tell me that you have none

On top of the world
Like nothing's missing
Never thought I need a girl
But then I found myself wishing

If I'm not what you're looking for
Please tell me and I will go
I'm not gonna waste your time
Please tell me if you wanna be mine

Got a shelf full of books, so?
Got a room full of clothes, so?
Got a house that I stay, so?
I ain't got you

Got a box full of shoes, so?
Got a brand new phone, so?
Got the studio booked, so?
I ain't got you

I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what
I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what

I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what
I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what

I try every single day too
Get by every night I pray too
Survive everything I say and do

I try every single day too
Get by every night I pray too
Survive everything I say and do

Got a shelf full of books, so?
Got a room full of clothes, so?
Got a house that I stay, so?
I ain't got you

Got a box full of shoes, so?
Got a brand new phone, so?
Got the studio booked, so?
I ain't got you

Got a shelf full of books, so?
Got a room full of clothes, so?
Got a house that I stay, so?
I ain't got you

Got a box full of shoes, so?
Got a brand new phone, so?
Got the studio booked, so?
I ain't got you

I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what
I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what

I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what
I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what

I ain't got you

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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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You Ain'T My Friend - Lyrics - Afroman

Title: You Ain'T My Friend
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
When you born in this world
You get these people that you coincidently grow up with
And you get this illusion of friendship
You know what I'm saying man

But as you get older, you notice
You notice people trying to take advantage of you
You notice people trying to like manipulate you
Then all of the sudden, homeboy, it hits you
And you realize, you ain't got no friends 'cause

Gotta get on down, gotta get on down
Gotta get on down, gotta get on down
Gotta get on down, you know I gotta get on down
Gotta watch my back, gotta watch my back

'Cause I might get jacked, gotta pack my gun
Gettin' beat up ain't no fun, yeah, baby, baby
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah

We don't kick it no more, you ain't my friend
You need to pay me back my ends 'cause you ain't my friend
Stop drinkin' my gin, you ain't my friend
You ain't my friend, you ain't my friend

You be pinchin' my sack 'cause you ain't my friend
Talkin' all behind my back 'cause you ain't my friend
Yo man it's all good but you ain't my friend
'Cause we from the same hood but you ain't my friend

Droppin' dope in my yard, you ain't my friend
Tryin' to scope out my broad 'cause you ain't my friend
Never visit me in jail, you ain't my friend
Never post my bail 'cause you ain't my friend

When it comes to friends I ain't got none
All I got is a double barrel shotgun
I can't stand a useless man that has no plan
Lookin' at me with an empty hand

You always talkin' but you never listen
When you ride in my car CDs come up missin'
And that's strange
Damn, what happened to my loose change

If I remember correctly, you was flat broke
Now you eatin' on chips and drinkin' on a soda LOC
Lookin' at me smilin'
But yo I need some gas and my stomach is growlin'

Fools always act like they down with me
But they never wanna go outta town with me
Flip about four or five pounds with me
Get a motel sleep on the ground with me

But when I get back with my money stacked
All the homies start beggin' and talkin' smack
Tryin' to scheme and plot on the cash I got
A 'cause go head and shake the spot

We don't kick it no more, you ain't my friend
You need to pay me back my ends 'cause you ain't my friend
Stop drinkin' my gin, you ain't my friend
You ain't my friend, you ain't my friend

You be pinchin' my sack 'cause you ain't my friend
Talkin' all behind my back 'cause you ain't my friend
Yo man it's all good but you ain't my friend
'Cause we from the same hood but you ain't my friend

Droppin' dope in my yard, you ain't my friend
Tryin' to scope out my broad 'cause you ain't my friend
Never visit me in jail, you ain't my friend
Never post my bail 'cause you ain't my friend

I used to be a gang member, now I'ma gangsta
I don't trust he she him nor her, there's no honor among thieves
Everybody got tricks up they sleeves
You say you my friend but that's a bunch of noise

I stopped kickin' back with my homeboys
That same mother fucker that's shakin' ya hand
Be the first one to rat to the police man
Just when you think you've found a buddy

Get drunk and your buddy start actin' nutty
Now isn't this an excellent adventure
He turned on you like a Doberman pincher
Crazy, as it seems, Afroman gotta million dreams

I can't hang with ya'll and drink alcohol
Get into a brawl over nothing at all
I got plans but you don't believe 'em
Hangin' round you I'll never achieve 'em

Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
A, this one for all the loners out there
I ain't got no family, I ain't got no friends
Only thing that I have is a big fat bottle of gin

Make me feel all right, make me feel all right
Soothe me till I'm satisfied, yeah make me feel all right
I got the gangsta blues, yeah got the gangsta blues
Stacy Adams shoes with the gangsta blues

Do the crip walk, do the crip walk
A everybody, do the crip walk
A 'cause, do the crip walk
Do the crip walk, do the crip walk

Nobody loves me but my mama and I think she's lying too
I could never be your friend homeboy and I ain't trying to
Women can't stand, Afroman
Cops can't stand, Afroman

My wife can't stand, Afroman
My kids can't stand, Afroman
My mama can't stand, Afroman
My daddy can't stand, Afroman

'Cause I'ma gangsta baby, I'ma gangsta baby
I'ma hustler sug, I'ma hustler sug
Ain't got no job, ain't got no friends
But whatever you need, baby I'm gonna get

'Cause I'ma hustler baby, I made my point
So pass the joint, can I get a light?
That's all right

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Ain'T Got Nothing - Lyrics - David Banner

Title: Ain'T Got Nothing
Artist: David Banner
Composer(s): Lavell Crump, Torence Hatch, Awood Johnson

Lyric:
Now we can take a walk to my truck
(But I ain't got nothing)
And I ain't tryin' to say you're a duck
(But I ain't got nothing)

And I ain't tryin' to say you're a ho
(But I ain't got nothing)
But, bitch, I'm doin' bad and I'm broke
(Bitch, I ain't got nothing)

I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind ho
I'm on the gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-grind ho
And I ain't payin' for shit, I'm on the grind ho
I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind ho

Bitches get a boot, I ain't trickin' all the loot
Sick of lyin' to them hoes, I'ma tell 'em all the truth
A brother doin' bad, buy your own fuckin' drank
Get yourself up in the club, stop reachin' for my bank

I'm a miser, that mean I'm tight as a Jew
So if you're, lookin' for love, bitch, you know what to do
Find a man, 'cause I ain't givin' nuttin' but dick
If you insulted? Grab your fuckin' pussy and split

Callin' my phone, tryin' to get in V.I.P.
I'll get you in but my niggaz want some head for free
If you're, wit' it I'm wit' it, if you're not get-the-fuck ho
Thinkin' a nigga get you treated like a buck ho

Now we can take a walk to my truck
(But I ain't got nothing)
And I ain't tryin' to say you're a duck
(But I ain't got nothing)

And I ain't tryin' to say you're a ho
(But I ain't got nothing)
But, bitch, I'm doin' bad and I'm broke
(Bitch, I ain't got nothing)

I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind ho
I'm on the gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-grind ho
And I ain't payin' for shit, I'm on the grind ho
I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind ho

Let me hold somethin' Banner, look you can't hold shit
Nigga buy your own drink, stop beggin' like a bitch
Get some motherfuckin' nuts, be a motherfuckin' man
Y'all them same niggaz laughin' when I step off in that van

Bootlegger cocksuckers in my face, you a fan, ho
Get up off my nuts and start your own fuckin' band, ho
Grab some fuckin' chalm sticks, get off of a nigga dick
Even if you had a pussy, bitch, I wouldn't splurge trick

Man, I'm comin' down hard, pullin' pussy niggaz cards
If you don't like it knuckle up and take it to the yard
Dead but you won't get a cent from me
But you can get a good ass kickin' for free, punk bitch

Now we can take a walk to my truck
(But I ain't got nothing)
And I ain't tryin' to say you're a duck
(But I ain't got nothing)

And I ain't tryin' to say you're a ho
(But I ain't got nothing)
But, bitch, I'm doin' bad and I'm broke
(Bitch, I ain't got nothing)

I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind, ho
I'm on the gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-grind, ho
And I ain't payin' for shit, I'm on the grind, ho
I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind, ho

Now when I step off in the club, all the bad girls scream
Holla "Boosie bad-ass, let me hit ya cup of lean"
Told her no way, look like you be-fo'play
I hit you with this dick and I'm gon' make you run like O.J.

Now they got redbones, blackbones, horses and stallions
But if you got that fire cat [Incomprehensible] Boosie he ain't gone
You want your bread fire really you can get it
But we linin' like we dope and all my niggaz wanna hit it

I'm a fool in Mississippi, I'm lovin' the hype
Everything I drop it they gon' cop it like I'm Tina and Ike
I got a clique of real niggaz and we ready to fight
And we fo' sho' to hit somethin' at the telly tonight

I'm at the suites with two freaks, I'm slappin' 'em on they cheeks
I'm hittin 'em from the back off a David Banner beat
Now I'm skeetin' on the sheets, headed to another city
Where we go and get some cat and we ain't gotta pay a penny nigga

Now we can take a walk to my truck
(But I ain't got nothing)
And I ain't tryin' to say you're a duck
(But I ain't got nothing)

And I ain't tryin' to say you're a ho
(But I ain't got nothing)
But, bitch, I'm doin' bad and I'm broke
(Bitch, I ain't got nothing)

I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind, ho
I'm on the gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-grind, ho
And I ain't payin' for shit, I'm on the grind, ho
I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind, ho

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Nothing To Prove - Lyrics - Dru Hill - Dru Hill

Title: Nothing To Prove
Album: Dru Hill
Artist: Dru Hill
Composer(s): W Dewgarde, Terence Q Dudley, Timothy P Patterson, M Ellis, E C Dewgarde, K Blake, F Rovira

Lyric:
Girl, I got nothing to prove
I ain't got nothing to lose
I'm just a man that's so in love with you

Girl, I got nothing to prove
I ain't got nothing to lose
I'm just a man that's so oh, oh, oh

You say I'm much too young
To take you for a ride
Scared about what your friends might say
They say it don't look right

I say they must be crazy
Can't you make up your mind
And if I'm too young, lady
Then I won't waste your time

Girl, I got nothing to prove
I ain't got nothing to lose
I'm just a man that's so in love with you

Girl, I got nothing to prove
I ain't got nothing to lose
I'm just a man that's so oh, oh, oh

I wanna treat you special, lady
Do things other guys won't do
Shopping sprees in Paris
Only if you want me too

Ain't got no mansion, baby
No big house on the hill
But if you let me, babe
I'll show you that I've got skills

Girl, I got nothing to prove
I ain't got nothing to lose
I'm just a man that's so in love with you

Girl, I got nothing to prove
I ain't got nothing to lose
I'm just a man that's so oh, oh, oh

Girl, I got nothing to prove
I ain't got nothing to lose
I'm just a man that's so in love with you

Girl, I got nothing to prove
I ain't got nothing to lose
I'm just a man that's so oh, oh, oh

Girl, I said, I'm not too young to know
(I'm not to young to know)
And I'm not too old to grow
(Never, never, never too old)
I'm not too shy to show
(I ain't shy no more, baby)
I got these feelings for you
(They won't never ever go)

Girl, just let me treat you right
Take you out and [Incomprehensible]

Girl, I got nothing to prove
I ain't got nothing to lose
I ain't got nothing, no, no
So in love with you, baby

Girl, I got nothing to prove
I ain't got nothing to lose
I'm just a man that's so oh, oh, oh

Girl, I got nothing to prove
I ain't got nothing to lose
I'm just a man that's so in love with you

Girl, I got nothing to prove
I ain't got nothing to lose
I'm just a man that's so oh, oh, oh

I ain't got nothing to lose
Girl, do you hear me talkin' to you

Girl, I got nothing to prove
I ain't got nothing to lose

Girl, I got nothing to prove
I ain't got nothing to lose
I'm just a man that's so in love with you

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Street Tax - Lyrics - Philly'S Most Wanted

Title: Street Tax
Artist: Philly'S Most Wanted
Composer(s): Al'Baseer Holly, Chad Hugo, Gene Thornton, Terrance Thornton, Pharrell L Williams, Joel Witherspoon

Lyric:
Just gimme the cue, this is it
This is it, most wanted [Incomprehensible]
PA To VA, this is it, nigga
This is it, this is it, yo, hey, yo

First of all I'm a T H U G
Boobonic, nigga, who the fuck you be?
If you don't really want this block then move over
So you don't get big weight an' lose it like Oprah

Caught a case down in Green, then in VA court
The game change every year like EA Sport
You see, now they got platinum, mad you got gold?
My corner's like the Beatles, nigga, get your rock 'n' roll

Niggas mad 'cause the Feds stay on me 'cause they in cars
Mad 'cause I oversee the Projects like A&Rs
Try not to do hits myself, I order that
While you cooked four an' a half an' got a quarter back

You play the tough guy role good, I ought to clap
An' did a lot of rappin' too, I should've bought a track
I had to check this comb in your rug, checkin' for soil
Got popped while you was under your hood checkin' your oil, nigga

I graduated from eight balls to blow that's cake size
Match though grand for grand an' let's make these stakes rise
Mahavaji rich, in Egypt with eight wives
While my fam rocks links an' medallions that's plate size

You up against The Clipse, believe there's no chance
What you feel about hollows piercin' through your throat glands?
See, I sweet talk the Devil, take him on a slow dance
While your hardcore posse's is extras an' road hands

Get your fifty deep, us rollin' in Convoys
You fuckin' with grown men an' y'all is young boys
Love double action, pack anything with loud noise
As we kidnap your partners an' use 'em as decoys

If y'all ain't got guns, I don't represent you
If you ain't got coke, I don't represent you
If you ain't got dough, I don't represent you
Fuck ya clique an' that bullshit you been through

If y'all ain't got guns, I don't represent you
If you ain't got coke, I don't represent you
If you ain't got dough, I don't represent you
Fuck ya clique an' that bullshit you been through

I never hold back, I cock back an' twist ya
I never been shot, mothafucka, it's Mista
I scream, ?Who coke? Who whip is that??
I want the main coke source, not just the crack

I want the one who cook it up an' make you push the pack
You don't like that we cut at you, nigga? Bust back
An' I never been the one to talk an' chill shit out
I shoot 'til it jam an' the clip don't spit out

You heard I'm 'bout to run in your house? You better get out
Mista take stacks an' coke an' sort shit out
Whoever don't like it wanna come, then come
An' you smart mouth niggas get popped with dum dums

Who the fuck wanna see us? Chrome double barrel heaters
Mothafuckas better bow when they greet us
Red, green an' black strapped on Gucci wifebeaters
With platinum paint jobs on 3.8 liters

Two ways to live, cocaine or showbiz
Knee deep in crime rhyme in blow, my shoulders
What you know about hidin' your bricks in Folgers
With Grandmothers an' Aunts as primary holders?

Whassup, lover? Tell 'em take aim or take cover
'Cause we poppin' cross hand an' christen your little Brother
Eagle eye block strutters composed of baby mothers
How they chuckle that forky talk, we seen double

If y'all ain't got guns, I don't represent you
If you ain't got coke, I don't represent you
If you ain't got dough, I don't represent you
Fuck ya clique an' that bullshit you been through

If y'all ain't got guns, I don't represent you
If you ain't got coke, I don't represent you
If you ain't got dough, I don't represent you
Fuck ya clique an' that bullshit you been through

If y'all ain't got bitches, I don't represent you
If you ain't got riches, I don't represent you
If y'all niggas snitches, I don't represent you
Fuck ya case an' that bullshit you been through

Niggas started snitchin', only got a year an' probation
Bitch ass niggas, Clipse, most wanted, nigga
[Incomprehensible] most done it, nigga
Dick riders, put your seat belts on, buckle up for safety
It's gone be a long ride, nigga, you ain't comin' back, nigga

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You Ain'T Smart - Lyrics - Double Up - Mase

Title: You Ain'T Smart
Album: Double Up
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): J Garfield, Mason Betha, Nasheim Myrick

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Lyric:
What, what, what, what, what
(H-World)
What, what, what
(All out)
What, what, what, what, what
(Take it back to the streets, mutha fucka)
What, what, what, what, what

Yo, this for my niggas in the streets
(What, what, what, what)
Foreign cars and the jeeps
(What, what, what, what)
Make about a fuckin' million in a week
(What, what, what, what)
When I can't forget that we all still street

Yo, yo you know a nigga that's sniffin', that's always in the kitchen
Bagin' shit up, there's always something missin'
A nigga that's speeding bound to have a collision
Bound to be in prison or bound to pop a mission

So if you got dogs, nigga let 'em go
If a mob fuckin' truck right let 'em know
We got the same guns that you got but better though
And next time we in some shit nigga you will know

See I'm pushed to the point that I put something down
And I stand over your head like look at you now
And the kids in the parks start lookin' around
Like mommy come here look, look, look what we found

Wit' me it's more intense, nigga
So if you ain't goin' hard stay on the bench nigga
And you know when I come I leave no prints nigga
And when you die it won't be at my expense nigga, nigga, nigga

Yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(Take it back to the streets)
You talk crazy on the phone, bring niggas to your home
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)

Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)
You leave a thug wit' a hoe and you think you on the low
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(All out)

Yo, yo not only do I know the rights, I know the wrongs
Mo' money, mo' bitches, yeah you know the song
And if you claim you a nigga that know me long
And you should know I'ma die with my Rolley on

I ain't no punk, I ain't no chump, I ain't no whimp
Ain't got no cane, ain't got no ming, ain't got no limp
Money exempt, instead you niggas are blimp
And every bitch in every state know Mase is the pimp

See I'm unlike the ones who fail you when I know where you
Live I'ma send my kid to take care of you
I'll bring it to my man if he try to spare you
I'd tie something up if I wanted to scare you

Make it where your own shadow won't stand near you
And they send the trauma unit to come repair you
Now there you are nigga, in the fuckin' reservoir
With your Bentley, we don't give a fuck about your car who you are

Yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(Take it back to the streets)
You talk crazy on the phone, bring niggas to your home
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)

Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)
You leave a thug wit' a hoe and you think you on the low
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(All out)

Yo, yo you can't never love a man so much you can't doubt him
Let him know certain shit you gotta do without him
And if ya got guns, don't leave home without it
You gon' kill a man, there's ways to go about it

See I never kill a man and I do it vainly
I won't ever let a mutha fucka know I'm angry
'Cuz when I get caught and they come arraign me
It be a surprise witness that come to hang me

I figure, if I'ma do it, I'ma do it my way
Set 'em on Sunday, have 'em by Friday
Then Sunday, I'ma meet 'em on the highway
See where his exit is and keep it movin'

Monday I'm off the exit
All I wanna find out is where the complex is
And by Tuesday I'm sittin' in the complexes
All I wanna find out is where the address is

And by Wednesday, it just so happen you get shot in the knee
A nigga tried to run away and dropped the key
Now you in the hospital not critical
Frontin', makin' a scene, bring the whole block wit' you

Friday hit and you ain't got no clique wit' you
Need somebody help you with your leg, got your bitch wit' chu
Soon as you get home and put the key in the door
Click, clack, now get on the floor, I told you nigga

Yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(Take it back to the streets)
You talk crazy on the phone, bring niggas to your home
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)

Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)
You leave a thug wit' a hoe and you think you on the low
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(All out)

Yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(Take it back to the streets)
You talk crazy on the phone, bring niggas to your home
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)

Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)
You leave a thug wit' a hoe and you think you on the low
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(All out)

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Tell ‘em I Said That - Lyrics - T.I. vs. T.I.P - T.I.

Title: Tell ‘em I Said That
Album: T.I. vs. T.I.P
Artist: T.I.
Composer(s): C Harris, N Hill

Lyric:
For as long as I remember I've been tellin' y'all, man
To pull these nigga resume, you better check up on me, nigga

These niggas be lyin', man
These niggas ain't really kickin' this shit they be tellin' y'all, man
They wanna see y'all gettin' fucked up right there, man
Keep ya eyes on me, nigga
Don't believe what these niggas tell ya, man

These niggas ain't cool, what they rap about these niggas ain't do
Hear 'em say it but it really ain't true
You niggas ain't true, you niggas ain't really talkin' to 'em, we no fool
You better take your ass to school

'Cause these niggas ain't G, gangstas' something these niggas can't be
What you expect? These niggas ain't me
You niggas ain't rich, you niggas ain't really gettin' bricks
It's official, man, you niggas ain't shit, tell 'em I said that

He nigga lying every time you hear him rhymin'
He don't talk about they diamonds and how they be out there shinin'
For the rap, hey, we're trappin', tell y'all they be at their grind
And I know they ain't about that action, I'm tellin' ya I'm a ride 'em

They pro'lly try to come in the hood and sell weed
Think it's all good until they run into some real G's
Holla, tell us where it is and I promise we'll leave
Hesitate to say and boy, [Incomprehensible] we'll squeeze

Please pay attention to this part of the bull
One time got robbed, got shot, got shooked
Got a job, started rhymin', came up with a hook
Got a chain' and some tats, came up with a look

Went and made it here, ruckin' talk tough in a bull
Fuck the image and perception, they never tough as they look
They some muthafucking suckers, put it on whatever
Any real nigga no better, man

These niggas ain't cool, what they rap about these niggas ain't do
Hear 'em say it but it really ain't true
You niggas ain't true, you niggas ain't really talkin' to 'em, we no fool
You better take your ass to school

'Cause these niggas ain't G, gangstas' something these niggas can't be
What you expect? These niggas ain't me
You niggas ain't rich, you niggas ain't really gettin' bricks
It's official, man, you niggas ain't shit, tell 'em I said that

You can't tell them niggas
Ain't surely gettin' caught with a nigga, gon' tell
Them nigga don't sell, this your G ain't gotta put it from a scale
He ask you if it weigh enough, just tell 'em, "Yeah"

You nigga just yell, pull the pistol, them nigga gon' bail
And if he got a pistol bet he don't spray it
They don't wanna go to jail
In there he know he'll be walkin' on shells
The gladiator school is you prepared?

I can see these niggas scared
Got a problem with me, nigga, just say it
We can play it how you wanna play it

Better go ahead, forty pistols be aimed at your head
All the way down and where you gon' lay
Jean really on the edge, Jean ain't under suspicion of the Feds
You just tellin' them you is instead

You never brought his head
What you get behind the mic and just said
The people already know I must say it, man

These niggas ain't cool, what they rap about these niggas ain't do
Hear 'em say it but it really ain't true
You niggas ain't true, you niggas ain't really talkin' to 'em, we no fool
You better take your ass to school

'Cause these niggas ain't G, gangstas' something these niggas can't be
What you expect? These niggas ain't me
You niggas ain't rich, you niggas ain't really gettin' bricks
It's official, man, you niggas ain't shit, tell 'em I said that

You damn right, these niggas don't have rights
To rap about the shit I did every night
Did you win every fight? You ever went to jail for sellin' white?
Made barbecue and trap the same night

You know these niggas lyin', right? I'm speakin' on it 'cause it ain't right
Nigga died, I survived by the nerve of my strife
Went to jail, came home twenty times, got it right
But still tryin' to keep for shootin' sucker niggas I don't like

'Cause the game feel like the real niggas on strike
This sucker get a deal, now he livin' so shy
The niggas outta sight, actin' hard, lyin' on their record
Know it when you see, you recognize it, don't respect it

Got every right to check 'em when you see 'em in your city
Run up on 'em and try 'em, bet you see that they're some bitches
Niggas tell you what they want you to hear
Don't tell me, real recognize real, eventually they'll see

These niggas ain't cool, what they rap about these niggas ain't do
Hear 'em say it but it really ain't true
You niggas ain't true, you niggas ain't really talkin' to 'em, we no fool
You better take your ass to school

'Cause these niggas ain't G, gangstas' something these niggas can't be
What you expect? These niggas ain't me
You niggas ain't rich, you niggas ain't really gettin' bricks
It's official, man, you niggas ain't shit, tell 'em I said that

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Ain'T No Other Man (Remix) - Lyrics - Back to Basics - Christina Aguilera

Title: Ain'T No Other Man (Remix)
Album: Back to Basics
Artist: Christina Aguilera
Composer(s): Harold Beatty, Chris E. Martin, Charles Roane, Mike Mckinley, Roger Boykin, Kara Dioguardia, Christina Aguilera, Clyde Otis, Norman Blake

Lyric:
(Do your thang honey)

I could feel it from the start
Couldn't stand to be apart
Something ?bout you caught my eye
Something moved me deep inside

I don't know what you did boy but you had it
And I've been hooked ever since

I told my mother, my brother, my sister and my friends
Told the others, my lovers from past and present tense
That every time I see you everything starts making sense

(Do your thang honey)

Ain't no other man can stand up next to you
Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do
You're the kinda guy a girl finds in a blue moon
You got soul, you got class, you got style with your bad ass

Ain't no other man, it's true
Ain't no other man but you

Never thought I'd be alright, no no no
?Til you came and changed my life, yeah yeah yeah
What was cloudy now is clear, yeah yeah
You're the light that I needed

You got what I want boy and I want it
So keep on givin' it up

So tell your mother, your brother, your sister and your friends
And the others, your lovers, better not be present tense
?Cause I want everyone to know that you are mine and no one else's

Ain't no other man can stand up next to you
Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do
You're the kinda guy a girl finds in a blue moon
You got soul, you got class, you got style with your bad ass

Ain't no other man, it's true
Ain't no other man but you

(Break it down now)

Ain't no other, ain't, ain't no other other
Ain't no other, ain't, ain't no other lover
Ain't no other, I-I-I need no other
Ain't no other man but you

You are there when I'm a mess
Talk me down from every ledge
Give me strength, boy you're the best
You're the only one who's ever passed every test

Ain't no other man can stand up next to you
Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do
You're the kinda guy a girl finds in a blue moon
You got soul, you got class, you got style with your bad ass

Ain't no other man, it's true
Ain't no other man but you
And now I'm telling you
Said ain't no other man but you!

Ain't no other man can stand up next to you
Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do
You're the kinda guy a girl finds in a blue moon
You got soul, you got class, you got style with your bad ass

Ain't no other man, it's true
Ain't no other man but you

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Ain'T No Other Man - Lyrics - Keeps Gettin' Better: A Decade of Hits - Christina Aguilera

Title: Ain'T No Other Man
Album: Keeps Gettin' Better: A Decade of Hits
Artist: Christina Aguilera
Composer(s): Harold Beatty, Chris E. Martin, Charles Roane, Mike Mckinley, Roger Boykin, Kara Dioguardia, Christina Aguilera, Clyde Otis, Norman Blake

Lyric:
(Do your thang honey)

I could feel it from the start
Couldn't stand to be apart
Something ?bout you caught my eye
Something moved me deep inside

I don't know what you did boy but you had it
And I've been hooked ever since

I told my mother, my brother, my sister and my friends
Told the others, my lovers from past and present tense
That every time I see you everything starts making sense

(Do your thang honey)

Ain't no other man can stand up next to you
Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do
You're the kinda guy a girl finds in a blue moon
You got soul, you got class, you got style with your bad ass

Ain't no other man, it's true
Ain't no other man but you

Never thought I'd be alright, no no no
?Til you came and changed my life, yeah yeah yeah
What was cloudy now is clear, yeah yeah
You're the light that I needed

You got what I want boy and I want it
So keep on givin' it up

So tell your mother, your brother, your sister and your friends
And the others, your lovers, better not be present tense
?Cause I want everyone to know that you are mine and no one else's

Ain't no other man can stand up next to you
Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do
You're the kinda guy a girl finds in a blue moon
You got soul, you got class, you got style with your bad ass

Ain't no other man, it's true
Ain't no other man but you

(Break it down now)

Ain't no other, ain't, ain't no other other
Ain't no other, ain't, ain't no other lover
Ain't no other, I-I-I need no other
Ain't no other man but you

You are there when I'm a mess
Talk me down from every ledge
Give me strength, boy you're the best
You're the only one who's ever passed every test

Ain't no other man can stand up next to you
Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do
You're the kinda guy a girl finds in a blue moon
You got soul, you got class, you got style with your bad ass

Ain't no other man, it's true
Ain't no other man but you
And now I'm telling you
Said ain't no other man but you!

Ain't no other man can stand up next to you
Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do
You're the kinda guy a girl finds in a blue moon
You got soul, you got class, you got style with your bad ass

Ain't no other man, it's true
Ain't no other man but you

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15 Minutes - Lyrics - Marc Nelson

Title: 15 Minutes
Artist: Marc Nelson
Composer(s): Tyve Turner, Red Zone Sam Salter, Thabiso Nkhereanye, N Turman, Marc Nelson, Oshea Hunter

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Lyric:
Damn
What time is it?
Aw, snap, I gotta go to work
Hold up a minute

All I got is 15 minutes and I wanna get up in it
Ain't got no time to talk, just come and break me off
Ain't got no time for love, just come and give me some
Ain't got no time to talk, just come and break me off

7:45 on the dot
Guess, I'm late for work but I'm feeling kinda hot
I see you downstairs pouring juice
Flippin' my eggs, but I wanna flip you because you're

Standing right there in your negligee
Thinking should I hit it but damn, I'm late
Maybe a quickie would make my day
It'll make my day, it'll make my day, oh oh

All I got is 15 minutes and I wanna get up in it
Ain't got no time to talk, just come and break me off
Ain't got no time for love, just come and give me some
Ain't got no time to talk, just come and break me off

All I got is 15 minutes and I wanna get up in it
Ain't got no time to talk, just come and break me off
Ain't got no time for love, just come and give me some
Ain't got no time to talk, just come and break me off

I think I wanna hit it again
Call my boss and tell him, I won't be in
I bet he's gonna wanna know why
And I just can't tell him no lies, now

She's laying right here in her negligee
Right now, I don't care, just cut my pay
You'd do the same if you were in my place
If you were in my place with that booty up in ya face

All I got is 15 minutes and I wanna get up in it
Ain't got no time to talk, just come and break me off
Ain't got no time for love, just come and give me some
Ain't got no time to talk, just come and break me off

All I got is 15 minutes and I wanna get up in it
Ain't got no time to talk, just come and break me off
Ain't got no time for love, just come and give me some
Ain't got no time to talk, just come and break me off

First two minutes, girl, we're gonna take our time
Break it down, hit ya from behind
Next three minutes, oh, we're gonna get on the floor
Say my name and make me want some more

5, 4, 3, 2, 1, turning on the side
Hurry up, scream it out, let it go, girl
And when you arrive, our time is up
So scream much louder, ohh

All I got is 15 minutes and I wanna get up in it
Ain't got no time to talk, just come and break me off
Ain't got no time for love, just come and give me some
Ain't got no time to talk, just come and break me off

All I got is 15 minutes and I wanna get up in it
Ain't got no time to talk, just come and break me off
Ain't got no time for love, just come and give me some
Ain't got no time to talk, just come and break me off

All I got is 15 minutes and I wanna get up in it
Ain't got no time to talk, just come and break me off
Ain't got no time for love, just come and give me some
Ain't got no time to talk, just come and break me off
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