All That We Let In - Lyrics - All That We Let In - Indigo Girls

Title: All That We Let In
Album: All That We Let In
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Emily Ann Saliers

Lyric:
Ooo
Ooo
Ooo

Dust in our eyes our own boots kicked up
Heartsick we nursed along the way we picked up
You may not see it when it's sticking to your skin
But we're better off for all that we let in

We've lost friends and loved ones much too young
There were so much promises and work left undone
When all that guards us is a single centerline
And the brutal crossing over when it's time

Ooo
(Well, I don't know where it all begins)
Ooo
(And I don't know where it all will end)
Ooo
(We're better off for all that we let in)

One day those toughies will be withered up and bent
The father son, the holy warriors and the President
With glory days of put up dukes for all the world to see
Beaten into submission in the name of the free

We're in a nevolution, I have heard it said
And everyone's so busy now but do we move ahead
The planets hurting and atoms splitting
And a sweater for your love you sit there knitting

Ooo
(Well, I don't know where it all begins)
Ooo
(And I don't know where it all will end)
Ooo
(We're better off for all that we let in)

See those crosses on the side of the road
Tied with ribbons in the medium
They make me grateful, I can go this far
Lay me down and never wake me up again

Kat writes a poem and she sticks it on my truck
We don't believe in war and we don't believe in luck
The birds were calling to her, what were they saying
As the gate blew open in the tops of the trees were swaying

I've passed the cemetery, walk my dog down there
I read the names in stone and say a silent prayer
When I get home, you're cooking supper on the stove
And the greatest gift of life is to know love

Ooo
(Well, I don't know where it all begins)
Ooo
(And I don't know where it all will end)
Ooo
(We're better off for all that we let in)

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Work It Out - Lyrics - Lil' Cease

Title: Work It Out
Artist: Lil' Cease
Composer(s): James Lloyd, Valmon Burke

Lyric:
Ahh, I love a pretty gal, that's sexy

Yeah, uhh, I like dat
Uhh, what?,Cease a Leo
A.K.A Leo Ganza, uhh
The flow mistro, uhh
We go do it like this

Yo, yo, I'm the nigga you wish for
I'm the nigga dat ya meet in the rim store
From the first to tha tenth floor, baby I got it
From the minks in tha closet to the cars in the wallets
I know the trick, you can charge it
An' I got keys to V's, you can start it
But if ya can't end it don't jump up in it
But if I hit it, I'll let you slide 'cause my windows tinted

Like my seats, we fleet you's and me between the sheets
Sometimes for weeks where I live I preach
And ya know talk is cheap when ya walk wit heat
I keep my Cubans wit my Jesus peace
Niggas mad 'cause I get more ass than wases
Nigga face it, 'cause dat bitch wanna taste it
Niggas hate it, you don't like us you just gotta face it
When my guns bust niggas know they can't take it, c'mon

We gon scream
(We gon scream)
We gon shout
(We gon shout)
So all my peeps locked down
We gon work it out

Let's jam
(Let's jam)
Let's bounce
(Let's bounce)
So all my peeps in New York
We gon turn it out

Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)
We in da house
(We in da house)
To all my peeps in the streets
We gon work it out

Best style
(Best style)
We in da house
(We in the house)
To all my peeps on the corner
We gon work it out

Yo, yo, yo, yo
Leo Ganza what stay suited up
For da loot B.K. niggas shoot it up
They boot it up, no luck, miracle, spiritual, pitiful
We ain't identical ya'll know who started the shit
We neva Jerseys ya'll niggas ain't worthy
Like James Ludd-Law-Mccoy
Been around like chip's a hoy, hoya

All I got is hot ones for ya
No talk for ya, my team mean
Standing the beam
Wrapped up like Golly Green
Keep it clean, rip yo spleen
Without makin' a scene
Easily I defeat any challenge
(What?)
Balanced my foes and my cats
Enemies and friends
Don't know who to trust no more
Dat's why I keep my 4-4 gun, Lord

We gon scream
(We gon scream)
We gon shout
(We gon shout)
To all my peeps in V.A
We gon work it out

ATL
(ATL)
We in da house
(We in da house)
To my peeps in the street
Let's turn it out

Yo, yo
My honey hot as hell stays dripped in Channel
My girl was on the chalk, chick on the cell
[Unverified] keep my dick in da well
Can't ya tell how da boat sail
Sunshine on my jewels, its da very details
Somebody next ta y'all, platinum in a week
Thank god for sales, me, I'm just here to live it and tell
Hope it, 'cause all my niggas livin' in jail
We da poor feenin' for bail, grieven the cell
Wrappin' off to the porno books and the C.O. girls
We come home all around the world you see

That thug shit, played out like Jerry Curls
For me it's a better world, uhh
There's more better girls
Whatcha know about Roley wit a Benz that twirls
And a lotta cats hate me in this world
Fuck it, can't get any in this world

We gon scream
(We gon scream)
We gon shout
(We gon shout)
So all my peeps locked down
We gon work it out

Let's jam
(Let's jam)
Let's bounce
(Let's bounce)
So all my peeps in New York
We gon turn it out

Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)
We in da house
(We in da house)
To all my peeps in the streets
We gon work it out

Best style
(Best style)
We in da house
(We in the house)
To all my peeps on the corner
We gon work it out

We gon scream
(We gon scream)
We gon shout
(We gon shout)
So all my peeps locked down
We gon work it out

Let's jam
(Let's jam)
Let's bounce
(Let's bounce)
So all my peeps in New York
We gon turn it out

Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)
We in da house
(We in da house)
To all my peeps in the streets
We gon work it out

Best style
(Best style)
We in da house
(We in the house)
To all my peeps on the corner
We gon work it out

We gon scream
(We gon scream)
We gon shout
(We gon shout)
So all my peeps locked down
We gon work it out

Let's jam
(Let's jam)
Let's bounce
(Let's bounce)
So all my peeps in New York
We gon turn it out

Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)
We in da house
(We in da house)
To all my peeps in the streets
We gon work it out

Best style
(Best style)
We in da house
(We in the house)
To all my peeps on the corner
We gon work it out

We gon scream
(We gon scream)
We gon shout
(We gon shout)
So all my peeps locked down
We gon work it out

Let's jam
(Let's jam)
Let's bounce
(Let's bounce)
So all my peeps in New York
We gon turn it out

Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)
We in da house
(We in da house)
To all my peeps in the streets
We gon work it out

Best style
(Best style)
We in da house
(We in the house)
To all my peeps on the corner
We gon work it out

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Clap Back - Lyrics - Blood In My Eye - Ja Rule

Title: Clap Back
Album: Blood In My Eye
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Jeffery Atkins, Irv Lorenzo, Scott Storch

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
I gotta get my headphones
All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one!
You know! Yeah yeah ya know
It's real! Hussein what's happ'nin' nigga?
I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin' blat!
Yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house
Jody in the house
(Jody Mack!)
My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up?
Blackchild what up?

I'd like to welcome all my niggaz
To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island
Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz
All my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! You know?
We doing it real big right here! All my money niggaz
This shit commentated on the one's and two's!
They call me the Mighty Rule! How ya livin'?
This real shit we talkin'
I wanna ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question
(Holla back)
What do you do, when niggaz spit at you?

Clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Fuck if they hollin' about Rule nigga, here's the real
I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill
Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest
Tell 'em I'm nice too, plus push them nice grooves
The Inc roll like duce man, I'm ol' G Bobby J
And we sling at soccer fields the yay
They don't respect that, don't get your minds around
You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that

I send 'em to the morgue while keepin' my bitches bouncin' fa sho'
"In Da Club", with no gun, got em taking it off
Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down
Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the Maybach
Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers
Let's make no mistakes, resents take place
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga ample space!
(C'mon!)
We gon'

Clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back

The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherfucker poppin' the bubbly
When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely
But usually we still see your bitches
Thats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dick
I can't handle it, lower their manners
To get they ass in front of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chance
Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant
These niggaz is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang

Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it's not realistic
The game is helpless, let's not get it twisted
I'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom
And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam
I'm here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem
Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, 'cause I'm the problem
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga ample space!
(C'mon!)
We gon'

Clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Like Bush and Saddam, I'm a find out
Where 'em Laden's hiding and bomb him first
It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs
Mask and glove, gun hot from burnin' ass up
I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads
The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the law!"
I play a struck chord, wit the Christians
But y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions

And God gave me his blessings to handle my business
All these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kisses
If she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistress
And "Clap that boy" like Birdman and Clipse
I got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoes
I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga ample space!
(C'mon!)
We gon'

Clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker
That's how we do it, know what I mean?
Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you
Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down!
Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house
It's not a game no mo'
Queens in this motherfucker
You know
All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz
All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up!
Yeah, holla at me man

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Let'S Be Romantic - Lyrics - Babyface

Title: Let'S Be Romantic
Artist: Babyface
Composer(s): Kenny Edmonds, Daryl Simmons

Lyric:
Let's be romantic baby
Let's stay in love

When I think of the magic
And all that it means to me girl
Girl I get so, so excited
Oh thinking of love and all it's possibilities
And to think of, madness
So many broken homes, so many broken hearts
Well baby that won't be you and me
Together we'll both make history
'Cause we got a love so strong we're boundless through time

Let's be romantic baby
Let's be the ones who stay in love
Let's make a promise
Let's stay in love

Just to think of us is magic
It's such a sweet melody
Baby, afraid that we don't abuse it
For darling a love like this to go so easily
Oh to think of, sadness
So many hearts all day are lost and torn apart
Oh baby that won't be you and me
Together we'll both make history
'Cause we got a love so strong we'll last through all time

Let's be romantic baby
Let's be the ones who stay in love
Let's make a promise
Let's stay in love

Let's be romantic
Let's stay in love
All we gotta do is just keep it up
Keep on givin' up my love
Let's show the world that we're still in love
One love is greater than all

Let's be, let's be romantic
Let's stay, let's stay in love
Let's be the
Let's stay in love

Let's be, let's be romantic
Let's stay, let's stay in love
Come on my sugar
Love, hey yeah

Let's be romantic
Let's stay in love
All we gotta do is just keep it up
Keep on givin' up my love
Let's show the world that we're still in love
One love is greater than all

Let's be romantic baby
Let's be the ones who stay in love
Let's make a promise
Let's stay in love

Let's be romantic baby
Let's be the ones who stay in love
Let's make a promise
Let's stay in love

Let's be romantic baby
Let's be the ones who stay in love
Let's make a promise
Let's stay in love

Let's be romantic baby
Let's be the ones who stay in love

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Between Me And You - Lyrics - Christina Milian

Title: Between Me And You
Artist: Christina Milian
Composer(s): Robert Mays, Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins

Lyric:
Uh, uh, uh, uh

Every little thing that we do
(That we do)
Should be between me and you
(Me and you)

The freaky things that we do
(That we do)
Let's keep between me and you, baby
(Me and you)

'Coz every little thing that we do
(That we do)
Should be between me and you
(Me and you)

The freaky things that we do
(That we do)
Let's keep between me and you, baby
(Me and you)

Yo

When I first met her
All I thought was thong, thong, thong
Like loser lang, we can get our freakin' on
Baby, you know the game slipped away

Slide me your number, it's the last day of spring
See ya first day this summer
I'm a bad motha, shut yo mouth
Pull the drop out

Creep at a low speed 'cuz homie probably know me
I push the peddle, thoughts of your stiletto
Way up in the air like I think, he's here
'Cuz see, every time that I'm alone with you
Homey be checkin' up on you

But if that nigga only knew
You've got a lot of freak in you, baby
When that startin' to rain
I pop the roof and the champagne

How Jay say? "Money ain't a thing"
It's been close to few
Something even impossible
But, it's been between me and you, baby

Every little thing that we do
(That we do)
Should be between me and you
(Me and you)

The freaky things that we do
(That we do)
Let's keep between me and you, baby
(Me and you)

'Coz every little thing that we do
(That we do)
Should be between me and you
(Me and you)

The freaky things that we do
(That we do)
Let's keep between me and you, baby
(Me and you)

Every little thing that we do
(That we do)
Should be between me and you
(Me and you)

The freaky things that we do
(That we do)
Let's keep between me and you, baby
(Me and you)

'Coz every little thing that we do
(That we do)
Should be between me and you
(Me and you)

The freaky things that we do
(That we do)
Let's keep between me and you, baby
(Me and you)

Girl it's on again
Every year, we hummer 'em in
Beaches, houses, hoes, foes, friends
And when the day ends, that's when it all begins

You wit him, here's my room key
(Holla at me)
Why ya thinka thinka, I'm gon' hit it up
Then look at the nigga, ya thinkin' ya love
(C'mon love)

We could go there, me and you
We could talk all night, a night
If ya love it in the mornin', awake with new lifes

If I lookin' like I ain't gonna handle his
Let me handle my bizz, it is what it is
Nigga livin' his life and that's my bitch
Ya know, I gotta wife
Let's keep this thing tight, baby

Every little thing that we do
(That we do)
Should be between me and you
(Me and you)

The freaky things that we do
(That we do)
Let's keep between me and you, baby
(Me and you)

'Coz every little thing that we do
(That we do)
Should be between me and you
(Me and you)

The freaky things that we do
(That we do)
Let's keep between me and you, baby
(Me and you)

Every little thing that we do
(That we do)
Should be between me and you
(Me and you)

The freaky things that we do
(That we do)
Let's keep between me and you, baby
(Me and you)

'Coz every little thing that we do
(That we do)
Should be between me and you
(Me and you)

The freaky things that we do
(That we do)
Let's keep between me and you, baby
(Me and you)

Don't let the word get out, baby
This is strictly between me and you, baby
If they only new we were doing what we were doing
It'd probably ruin our pre-rent way summer in cancoon-an

And I love the way we get away
Throw away a whole day
Turn off the pagers and phones, we in the zone like
Fuck life, we live life, this is our life, live your life

See, every time that I'm alone with you
Shorty be checkin' up on you
But if baby girl only knew
You've got a lot of freak in you, baby

Did I ever tell you, my man love what you do
That little thing with your tongue
You the best, who knew?
It's been close to few at times even impossible
But it's been between me and you, baby

Every little thing that we do
(That we do)
Should be between me and you
(Me and you)

The freaky things that we do
(That we do)
Let's keep between me and you, baby
(Me and you)

'Coz every little thing that we do
(That we do)
Should be between me and you
(Me and you)

The freaky things that we do
(That we do)
Let's keep between me and you, baby
(Me and you)

Every little thing that we do
(That we do)
Should be between me and you
(Me and you)

The freaky things that we do
(That we do)
Let's keep between me and you, baby
(Me and you)

'Coz every little thing that we do
(That we do)
Should be between me and you
(Me and you)

The freaky things that we do
(That we do)
Let's keep between me and you, baby
(Me and you)

Me and you, me and you

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Let'S Dance - Lyrics - Craig David

Title: Let'S Dance
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): David Bowie, Craig David, Fraser T Smith

Lyric:
I don't know about you
But if you're feeling the groove
You know what you gotta do
It's got to be funky

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor, no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on
Shakin' all that
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Let's dance)

Hit the floor, show me what you workin'
Sequins on your skirt, accentuates all of your curves and
Girl you know I'm likin' all the things you're doin'
Specially when them other girls be checkin' out your moves and

Girl, I want in, the way you turnin' me on I can't even begin
You so hot like you come straight out of the kitchen
When you dip it down low 'cos we trippin'
'Cos now other guys be lookin' at you
'Cos you're so damn fine, really blows my mind
Girl, it's all about you, so what we gonna do

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor, no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on
Shakin' all that
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Let's dance)

On the floor as I pull you close in
Hands all up my back with my arms
Wrapped around your waist and
Temperature be risin' beat straight hypnotizin'
Ain't no time for talkin', girl
Let's keep this whole thing movin'

Know what I'm sayin'
Hop in then we be just straight up misbehavin'
Girl, you makin' me hard what a feelin'
Especially when you spin around, rub up on my
(Beep)

And I ain't even playin'
(That's right)
So many things I wanna do
(Tonight)

You make we wanna go home with you
(That's right)
So maybe they all like to think it through
But right now, it's all about me and you so

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor, no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Oh)

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Let's dance)

The way that you move, it's got me feenin' for more
The glare of the strobe lights getting down on the floor
Syncopated reactions girl well that's how I do
But it ain't about me no it's all about you

Don't want this to stop so let the record just play
Till the crowd wants the re-wind, get it from the DJ
Girl I wish that we didn't have no clothes on at all
But before we head to the door

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Oh)

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
Let's dance

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Hot Stuff (Let'S Dance) - Lyrics - Trust Me - Craig David

Title: Hot Stuff (Let'S Dance)
Album: Trust Me
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): David Bowie, Craig David, Fraser T Smith

Lyric:
I don't know about you
But if you're feeling the groove
You know what you gotta do
It's got to be funky

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor, no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on
Shakin' all that
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Let's dance)

Hit the floor, show me what you workin'
Sequins on your skirt, accentuates all of your curves and
Girl you know I'm likin' all the things you're doin'
Specially when them other girls be checkin' out your moves and

Girl, I want in, the way you turnin' me on I can't even begin
You so hot like you come straight out of the kitchen
When you dip it down low 'cos we trippin'
'Cos now other guys be lookin' at you
'Cos you're so damn fine, really blows my mind
Girl, it's all about you, so what we gonna do

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor, no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on
Shakin' all that
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Let's dance)

On the floor as I pull you close in
Hands all up my back with my arms
Wrapped around your waist and
Temperature be risin' beat straight hypnotizin'
Ain't no time for talkin', girl
Let's keep this whole thing movin'

Know what I'm sayin'
Hop in then we be just straight up misbehavin'
Girl, you makin' me hard what a feelin'
Especially when you spin around, rub up on my
(Beep)

And I ain't even playin'
(That's right)
So many things I wanna do
(Tonight)

You make we wanna go home with you
(That's right)
So maybe they all like to think it through
But right now, it's all about me and you so

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor, no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Oh)

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Let's dance)

The way that you move, it's got me feenin' for more
The glare of the strobe lights getting down on the floor
Syncopated reactions girl well that's how I do
But it ain't about me no it's all about you

Don't want this to stop so let the record just play
Till the crowd wants the re-wind, get it from the DJ
Girl I wish that we didn't have no clothes on at all
But before we head to the door

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Oh)

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
Let's dance

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Clap Back (Satellite Exclusive) - Lyrics - Ja Rule

Title: Clap Back (Satellite Exclusive)
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Jeffery Atkins, Irv Lorenzo, Scott Storch

Lyric:
I'd like to welcome all my *** to the world famous Murda Inc. Show
They call me the Mighty Rule, how ya livin'?
This real *** we talkin', I wanna ask all my gangsta ***
A real question, what do you do when *** spit at you?

Clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)

If they holl'in about Rule, ***, here's the real
I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill
Wear nothin' but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest
Tell 'em I'm nice too, plus push them nice grooves

The Inc roll like deuce, man, I'm ol' G Bobby J
An' we sling at soccer fields the yay
They don't respect that, don't get your minds around me
Get it pushed back, y'all don't want that

I send 'em to the morgue while keepin' my *** bouncin' fo' sho'
'In da club' with no gun, got 'em takin' it off
Can't help that, I'm the *** that puts it down
Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May

Fasten them holdin' the throwback, West 44 Lakers
Let's make no mistakes, resents take place
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back, ***, ample space

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)

The Rule be 'In da club', rude *** poppin' the bubbly
*** get ugly, I hug the snub closely
But usually, we still see your ***
That's is known for quick ***, trying to ride my ***

I can't handle it, lower their manners
To get they *** in front of my *** to dance, the *** want more chance
Catchin' hate from a glance, but I'm a giant
These *** is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang

Give *** the back hand, pimp ***, it's not realistic
The game is helpless, not get it twisted
I'm young, wrapped an' gifted, but still at the bottom
An' stuck somewhere between Gomorrah an' Sodom

I'm here to make this rap *** hotter than Harlem
*** the dog, beware of Rule 'cause I'm the problem
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back, ***, ample space

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)

Like Bush an' Saddam, I'm a find out
Where 'em Laden's hidin' an' bomb him first
It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs
Mask an' glove, gun hot from burnin' *** up

I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads
The preacher's daughter screamin' out, "*** the law"
I play a struck chord, wit the Christians
But y'all got the freakiest *** out of all the religions

An' God gave me his blessings to handle my business
All these wanksta snitches, let the Nina blow kisses
If she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistress
An' 'Clap that boy' like Birdman an' Clipse

I got these *** all over my ***, like ***
I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back ***, ample space

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)

Yeah, my *** 'Zino in this mother***
Break 'em down ***, break 'em down
Queens in this mother***, all my Jersey ***
All my Boston ***, all my Brooklyn ***, Brooklyn, Sir what up?
Yeah, holla at me, man

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Hot Stuff - Lyrics - Craig David

Title: Hot Stuff
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): David Bowie, Craig David, Fraser T Smith

Lyric:
I don't know about you
But if you're feeling the groove
You know what you gotta do
It's got to be funky

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor, no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on
Shakin' all that
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Let's dance)

Hit the floor, show me what you workin'
Sequins on your skirt, accentuates all of your curves and
Girl you know I'm likin' all the things you're doin'
Specially when them other girls be checkin' out your moves and

Girl, I want in, the way you turnin' me on I can't even begin
You so hot like you come straight out of the kitchen
When you dip it down low 'cos we trippin'
'Cos now other guys be lookin' at you
'Cos you're so damn fine, really blows my mind
Girl, it's all about you, so what we gonna do

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor, no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on
Shakin' all that
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Let's dance)

On the floor as I pull you close in
Hands all up my back with my arms
Wrapped around your waist and
Temperature be risin' beat straight hypnotizin'
Ain't no time for talkin', girl
Let's keep this whole thing movin'

Know what I'm sayin'
Hop in then we be just straight up misbehavin'
Girl, you makin' me hard what a feelin'
Especially when you spin around, rub up on my
(Beep)

And I ain't even playin'
(That's right)
So many things I wanna do
(Tonight)

You make we wanna go home with you
(That's right)
So maybe they all like to think it through
But right now, it's all about me and you so

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor, no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Oh)

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Let's dance)

The way that you move, it's got me feenin' for more
The glare of the strobe lights getting down on the floor
Syncopated reactions girl well that's how I do
But it ain't about me no it's all about you

Don't want this to stop so let the record just play
Till the crowd wants the re-wind, get it from the DJ
Girl I wish that we didn't have no clothes on at all
But before we head to the door

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Oh)

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
Let's dance

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Let'S Grow - Lyrics - Royce Da 5'9

Title: Let'S Grow
Artist: Royce Da 5'9
Composer(s): Ryan D. Montgomery, James Dewitt Yancey, Carlos Broady

Lyric:
Real niggaz only
First of all, what's my name? 5-9
Yeah, I got somethin' for you
I got somethin' for you, yeah

They call me Royce 5-9 or, Mr. Always Ice Cold Wristed
Or Mr. None Of Your Business
Mr. Consistent In Conflict, for so dope lyrics
The hardest hittin' nigga in show bid'ness

Came in this game with a pissy-ass attitude
Arrogant like, shut up, laughin' that you a trick
I wasn't happy before, but I'm happy today
I'm rappin' today, lookin' to get a plaque in my day

So I met this white boy one night
Who turned out to be the illest human being I ever heard in my life
He took me under his wing, and showed me some things
And molded me into a pro until the flow was mean

Taught me not to do it like this, but to do it like that
Threw me all types of love and I threw it right back
Though we don't talk as much, we never let the game consume us
'Cause we too real, my nigga Slim, let's grow

Let us grow up, now we got here
We can't stop here, we too far
All my niggaz, y'all my niggaz
And you all know who you are
(Let's grow)

Let us grow up, now we got here
We can't stop here, we too far
All my niggaz, y'all my niggaz
And you all know who you are

Yeah, Royce 5-9 or, twelve men in one
About as explosive as them shells in your gun
Mr. Quick To Pull A Thing On You just for your loot
Mr. Mr. Mr. Quick To Swing On You before he shoot

I'm the finest tuned rappin' machine rappin' a scene
Since, way back when there was only rappin' in Queens
Suck my balls if you competin' with me homeboy
I don't dream, I'm the type to just be homeboy

Sucka free is like a religion I honor and serve
And more common in words, a song witchu, what's in it?
Y'all niggaz is all punks and your jewels is rented
And your diamonds is all dark, like they blue but tinted

I would never kill none of y'all, I ain't that fool
But I will stomp the shit out you, I ain't that cool
You ain't even gotta greet me when you see, matter of fact
You better give me five feet when you see me, where you at? Let's grow

Let us grow up, now we got here
We can't stop here, we too far
All my niggaz, y'all my niggaz
And you all know who you are
(Let's grow)

Let us grow up, now we got here
We can't stop here, we too far
All my niggaz, y'all my niggaz
And you all know who you are

Royce 5-9 or, one sick nigga
Bitches know that with me that the cum gets quicker
Mr. Always Got Some Cris' Or A Pistol
Rather diss you than chill witchu and will hitchu

The insanest monster that came and conquered
A game that remains to be full of trained impostors
I will not let you niggaz talk to me no way
This is not what I'm here for, give me my money

Fagots only attract fagots, and that's that
You rap rat, you fuckin' roaches and black maggots
Feelin' my heat, I talk shit from the moment I wake up
Turn right around and talk shit in my sleep, let's grow

Let us grow up, now we got here
We can't stop here, we too far
All my niggaz, y'all my niggaz
And you all know who you are

Let us grow up, now we got here
We can't stop here, we too far
All my niggaz, y'all my niggaz
And you all know who you are

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Waitin' On - Lyrics - Animal House - Angie Martinez

Title: Waitin' On
Album: Animal House
Artist: Angie Martinez
Composer(s): Moses Barrett Iii, Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Anton Valenzano, Angie Martinez

Lyric:
That's right, that's right, that's right
That's right, that's right, that's right
That's right

All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on

All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been hey hey

Now everybody just bounce bounce
When we climb up outta' that truck
And you standin' out in that line
And we walk straight in, nigga that's wassup
Straight to the V I, where they got them bottles ready
My name good 'cause we kinda' heavy
Walk in with the hood and the cars steady talkin'
Wish I could, but our time is very important

You should find your mind already
'Cause I got hot shit, hooks kinda' catchy
I spit so quicks no time to catch me
Nah-uh don't stress me
'Cause we, just came to make ya bounce
Tear da club up and clear it out
Thugs in the club, beef just air it out
Now everybody just bounce bounce

All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on

All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been hey hey

All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on

All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been hey hey

Now everybody just bounce bounce
Every time we jump on that stage
From page 1 through to 8
In the hallways or through the day
You know our name good, kinda thick
Woke up in the spot with the shiny whips
Keep talkin' a lot, bring out the grimey chicks
In case you forgot how the grimey get

Niggas surround this shit, let me remind you chick
How one hit can leave you all blind and shit
Have to send your little friends to come find your shit
But right now there's really no time to flip
Just bounce, get twisted, get ripped, no doubt
That's what I'm talkin' about
'Till ya whole crew, they walkin' ya out
Swear ya'll never drink again, sure no doubt

All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on

All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been hey hey

All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on

All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been hey hey

That's right, that's right, that's right
That's right, that's right, that's right
That's right

Now if you still bouncin' and this yo shit
Then okay, pump it in your whip
We get it crunk, in the A T L
Down in the south, baby blaze that L
Just bounce bounce, rep your hood
Rep your city, playa it's all good
This worldwide, any town any club
Unless you busy, you can party wit us

'Till the mornin' come, then we on the run
Then we do it again, 'cause that's how it is
On them ones, playa that's how it is
Talk money, it's done that, just biz
I get it on lock like "That's just a bid"
Every time I rock it's like "That's just the kid"
If you didn't know, now you know
Gotta get this paper, gotta go gotta go, c'mon

All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on

All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been hey hey

All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on

All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been, waitin' on
All that you've been hey hey

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Between Me And You - Lyrics - Rule 3:36 - Ja Rule

Title: Between Me And You
Album: Rule 3:36
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Robert Mays, Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins

Lyric:
Now every little thing that we do, that we do
Should be between me and you, me and you
The freaky things that we do, that we do
Let's keep between me and you, me and you
'Cause every little thing that we do, that we do
Should be between me and you, me and you
The freaky things that we do, that we do
Let's keep between me and you, baby

Yo now when I first met her all I thought was thong thong-thong
Like, 'lose the lame, we can get our freakin' on'
Baby know the game, slip away, and slide me yo' number
It's the last day of spring, see you first day this summer
I'm a bad motha shut yo' mouth pull the drop out
Creep at a low speed 'cause homey probably know me
I push the pedal, thoughts of your stilleto
Way up in the air like I think he's here

'Cause see, every time that I'm alone with you, with you
Homey be checkin' up on you, on you
But if that nigga only knew, only knew
You've got a lot of freak in you, baby
Well now it's startin' to rain, I pop the roof and the champagne
How Jay said, "Money ain't a thing"
It's been close to few, something even impossible
But, it's been between me and you, baby

Now every little thing that we do, that we do
Should be between me and you, me and you
The freaky things that we do, that we do
Let's keep between me and you, me and you
'Cause every little thing that we do, that we do
Should be between me and you, me and you
The freaky things that we do, that we do
Let's keep between me and you, baby

Girl it's on again every year we hummer 'em in
Beaches, houses, hoes, foes, friends
And when the day ends that's when it all begins
You wit him here's my room key holla at me
While you thinka think I'ma hit it up
Then look at the nigga you thinkin' you love c'mon love

We could go there me and you creep off all night
If you love it, in the mornin' awake with new light
If you lookin' like I ain't gonna handle his
Let me handle my bizzz, it is what it is
Nigga livin' his life and that's my bitch
You know I gotta wife, let's keep this thing tight, baby

Now every little thing that we do, that we do
Should be between me and you, me and you
The freaky things that we do, that we do
Let's keep between me and you, me and you
'Cause every little thing that we do, that we do
Should be between me and you, me and you
The freaky things that we do, that we do
Let's keep between me and you, baby

Don't let the word get out baby
This is strictly between me and you baby
If they knew we were doin' what we were doin' it'd probably ruin
Our creep away summer in Cancun's-and I, love
The way we get away throw away a whole day
Turn off the pagers and phones, we in the zone like
Fuck life, we live life, this is our life, live your life

'Cause see, every time that I'm alone with you, with you
Shorty be checkin up on you, on you
But if baby girl only knew, only knew
You've got a lot of freak in you baby
Did I ever tell you my man love what you do
That little thing with yo' tongue you the best, who knew?
It's been close a few, at times even impossible
But, it's been between me and you, baby

Now every little thing that we do, that we do
Should be between me and you, me and you
The freaky things that we do, that we do
Let's keep between me and you, me and you
'Cause every little thing that we do, that we do
Should be between me and you, me and you
The freaky things that we do, that we do
Let's keep between me and you, baby

That we do
Me and you
That we do
Me and you
That we do
Me and you
That we do
Me and you

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The Calhouns - Lyrics - Cool Breeze

Title: The Calhouns
Artist: Cool Breeze
Composer(s): Vasco Whiteside, Cedric Barnett, Brian Loving, Patrick Brown, Frederick Bell, Raymond Murray, Rico Wade

Lyric:
We East Pointing
Luciano, Pauly C., Briand
Freddie Brothers
Dungeon Family, Dungeon Family

There's some rules on these streets that we all go by
Dope on these streets that you don't buy
Girls in these streets that you let walk by
People on these streets that you don't try

There's some rules on these streets that we all go by
Dope on these streets that you don't buy
Girls in these streets that you let walk by
People on these streets that you don't try

I got this hook-up with a Jamaican, he got that fire-fire
Roll it up, fold it up, now everybody sky high
Certain people that you don't try
Certain things that you don't buy

Listen, live, never try to make that fast sale
'Cause when you do, you be on Right Street making bail
When you ride, you better ride clean
Don't put no work in your pocket
Leaving stains in them Calhoun jeans

We living life and it's hard knocks
Some of y'all pushing weed, some of y'all pushing straight rocks
That's why we organized and run with a team
When I get the Caddy, I flip-flop some cream

Looking out for girls that be trying to scheme
Wipe out the fakes, start some triple beam
So if you know a hustler, don't even cross that line
When you get caught up, go and do your time

There's some rules on these streets that we all go by
Dope on these streets that you don't buy
Girls in these streets that you let walk by
People on these streets that you don't try

There's some rules on these streets that we all go by
Dope on these streets that you don't buy
Girls in these streets that you let walk by
People on these streets that you don't try

Now my brother told me, ?Never sit with your back to the do'?
Re-up, not when you out but when you start getting low
Play your game, maintain and watch who you playing
Look them laws dead in they eyes
And tell 'em you ain't seen a thing

Me and my folks on top, we run these blocks
We pay the President, the government, plus them dirty cops
Pauly Calhoun, living million dollar dreams
Now spending the most, we represent the South Coast

With some utility trucks, blast them 'Greatest Hit'
Co-pilot, most dangerous gator mouth pit
'Cause we some hustling pros, never missing a beat
And we'll match any price if you find it this cheap
Trump tight, love hundred dollar bills
Secrets than can kill, you can trust me, my lips are sealed

There's some rules on these streets that we all go by
Dope on these streets that you don't buy
Girls in these streets that you let walk by
People on these streets that you don't try

There's some rules on these streets that we all go by
Dope on these streets that you don't buy
Girls in these streets that you let walk by
People on these streets that you don't try

Location unknown somewhere in the woods
Right back in the smoke stack, fire burning goods
Ain't nothing going on but sacking this hay
And stacking this pape'
Huh, we're loaded up and we'll be on our way

See, the last out the blocks is the left-overs
We in a LX 470, being trailed by a Rover
Trying to figure out who's 12th time snitching and this click
And inside scoops got my partner pinched for a chicken

See a hit, dog, I holler
When it gets tight around the collar
Never talk for a dollar
Rules of a Calhoun scholar

The rules, that's right
Gotta know the rules
Check it out

There's two things I was taught when I first got here
When East Point was nothing but a big dirt hill
That when you fight one-on-one, never pull a pistol
And you never put your hands on a Calhoun sister

Now these the type of things, you know that's right
It's like extra-player points, so live your life
Now he said he heard my tape the other day when he was walking
It wasn't really like I was rapping
It was more like I was talking

I said, "Well, damn, playboy, I don't mean to be bragging
But your girl wasn't really sucking
It was more like she was gagging"
Why he nagging? He ain't never showed no love
Man, every since I knew him, he always been a scrub

So I stepped to him and he wouldn't hit me
'Cause he knew I'd leave and come back
And have the whole East Point with me
So don't you think for once he took my heart
'Cause the table at my crib was a tree in his yard

There's some rules on these streets that we all go by
Dope on these streets that you don't buy
Girls in these streets that you let walk by
People on these streets that you don't try

There's some rules on these streets that we all go by
Dope on these streets that you don't buy
Girls in these streets that you let walk by
People on these streets that you don't try

It's the Calhouns

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Hop - Lyrics - It Ain't Safe No More... - Busta Rhymes

Title: Hop
Album: It Ain't Safe No More...
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Taiwan Green, Trevor Smith, D Poellnitz

Lyric:
See we, we about to take it where
Wh-where it all started
We gonna take 'em back
Busta Rhymes now, flipmode now
My nigga Fingaz now
Check it, yo

Busta Bus is back in this bitch, holding the Rock
Puttin' all the pep all in your step
Now we controllin' the Rock
(Yeah my nigga)
See how we comin' be loadin' the docks
Floatin' and simply stockin' the goods
That we makin' you flop
(Ay yo)

See now we thicker and we be makin' you sicker
Stuck like a bumper sticker
From how we be dropping it quicker
For all these niggas
That be riding and whippin' in their truck
(Crash)
And buyin' another one and do not be givin' a fuck
(What)

Flipmode
(Yes)
'Cause we knowin' we comin' to get it
Gather around all my niggas who that be already to set it
(Set it)
Fuckin' and just break them off
Let the women just shake it off
Got them bouncin' to take it off for me, check it

I've been double dutchin' and dosey-doin' on music way before
A lot of these new niggas could figure then pattend all on my flow
Peep on how we coming to rip it and know we gonna wet ya
And rep for my niggas 'cause I'm coming to get ya, I said

Guess who's comin'?
With brand new fire to satisfy
All the people in the street when it drops
(Let's go)
Now let me see
All the people with me let me see your hands high
Let me know you up in the spot
(Ay yo I'm sayin')

Everytime we givin' you music
We give you the kind of music
That makes you bang it loud on your block
(C'mon c'mon)
This is to know when I'm comin'
I'm comin' to make you wyle out in the
Place that makes you get up and wanna hop
(Let's do it)

Go head and hop, go head and hop, go head and hop
We past makin' them bounce, go head and hop
C'mon just do it
Go head and hop baby

Now you know it we comin' to kill you niggas for shizzle
Makin' these bitches wanna shake it
And we just makin' them wiggle
Capitalizing off on the music that be we be keepin' coming
Have you niggas really spazing and blackend out in their stomach
(Hey bebe)

There's no mistakin' you know we makin' you bounce
Takin' the unforsaken approach the way we be takin' out
Scrapin' these niggas and breakin' their pockets to chase them out
Suddenly call your bitches to see just how they just makin' out

Fuck it, we kick the bucket and to continue to stake them out
(Ha)
And in back of the crib is where we will be makin' out
Puting some shit together make it so you could all attend
Welcoming you and my nigga then we can break your pocket again
(Oh Oh)

Niggas flossin' and tossin' their drinks
Like they all in the place
And leave the niggas the bonk
Until they catch one all up in their face
Y'all know we'll spray y'all niggas and know we gonna wet ya
And rep for my niggas 'cause we comin' to get ya, I said

Guess who's comin'?
With brand new fire to satisfy
All the people in the street when it drops
(Let's go)
Now let me see
All the people with me let me see your hands high
Let me know you up in the spot
(Ay yo I'm sayin')

Everytime we givin' you music
We give you the kind of music
That makes you bang it loud on your block
(C'mon c'mon)
This is to know when I'm comin'
I'm comin' to make you wyle out in the
Place that makes you get up and wanna hop
(Let's do it)

Go head and hop, go head and hop
We past makin' them bounce, go head and hop
(C'mon just do it)
Go head and hop baby

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Let'S Get Crazy - Lyrics - Hell And Back - Drag On

Title: Let'S Get Crazy
Album: Hell And Back
Artist: Drag On
Composer(s): Mel Smalls, Earl Simmons, Dana Stinson

Lyric:
Flame on, Dog Nigga, what?
Flame on, Dog
Flame on, what?
Dog nigga, flame on

Yo, ohh, shit, Drag, done hit the big screen
With a gangsta lean still role with the squad
My convertible top is hard yours is rag
I bought XX7 he bought me a Jag

With a H speed stick with 220 on the dash
We don't know the meaning of leasing we drop cash
Ya bodega rappers we put style together
I bought a Swede bubble goose and X reptile leather

We step up in the club it's like ohh shit there the brothers
Buy the whole bar and spit it on each other
Like he teach I learn, he bite I burn
We each take our turn to murder ya

Hold the rubber grip firm, let the peoples heads turn
And count the money that we earn and burn it all
'Cause we gon' get it this year make them sit in they chair
Havin' thinkin' like damn what you got there?

Let's get crazy
(All my ladies over there)
Let's get crazy
(All my dogs right there)
Let's get crazy
(All my gangstas in the club)
Let's get crazy
(Everybody simmer down)

Let's get crazy
(All my ladies over there)
Let's get crazy
(All my dogs right there)
Let's get crazy
(All my gangstas in the club)
Let's get crazy
(Everybody, everybody come on, come on)

Dog nigga, X gon' spit it
Cats is in trouble ya gon' get it
What you should do is peep how I stay with it
Kinda sorta play with it like everyday with it

Nigga, nigga lay with it that's how I get down
Cop money over there hit the club skip town
I haven't got time for the Bs, ya say the Bs ya gon' see X
Ya niggaz see X, man, it's on

Don't give a fuck about right or wrong
Aight, wait let me just simmer down now

Money cross the line aight put him down now
Things look at you running your mouth
It's thing that got niggaz running in your house
Same thing that got me doin' what I do
It's things that got me bustin' at you, bitch

Let's get crazy
(All my ladies over there)
Let's get crazy
(All my dogs right there)
Let's get crazy
(All my gangstas in the club)
Let's get crazy
(Everybody simmer down)

Let's get crazy
(All my ladies over there)
Let's get crazy
(All my dogs right there)
Let's get crazy
(All my gangstas in the club)
Let's get crazy
(Everybody, everybody come on, come on)

Kick rocks bitch, come up out of them clothes
We only fuckin' with bitches that's 21 years and grown
Quick check the ID's on these hoes
Especially that one there that keeps digging up her nose

Ice is blinging, ears is ringing
Niggaz is scheming, bitches is fiending
Panties is creaming, X is up in there
And the clubs is screaming like Drag's in there

Let's get crazy
(All my ladies over there)
Let's get crazy
(All my dogs right there)
Let's get crazy
(All my gangstas in the club)
Let's get crazy
(Everybody simmer down)

Let's get crazy
(All my ladies over there)
Let's get crazy
(All my dogs right there)
Let's get crazy
(All my gangstas in the club)
Let's get crazy
(Everybody, everybody come on, come on)

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