Bad For Good - Lyrics - Bat Out Of Hell III - Meat Loaf

Title: Bad For Good
Album: Bat Out Of Hell III
Artist: Meat Loaf
Composer(s): Jim Steinman

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Lyric:
The sea is whippin' the sky
The sky is whippin' the sea
You can hide away forever from the storm
But you'll never hide away from me

The icy cold will cut us like a knife in the dark
And we may lose everything in the wind
But the Northern Lights are burnin' and they're giving off sparks
I want to wrap myself around you like a winter skin

You know, I'm onto your scent
We're near the end of the chase
Take a look out your window, I'll be there in the night
Oh, your love is so close that I can almost taste it

The cold will cut us like a knife in the dark
And we may lose everything in the wind
But the Northern Lights are burning and they're giving off sparks
I want to wrap myself around you like a winter skin

You've been livin' your life like a girl in a cage
And you whisper when I want you to shout
And I never know why you wanna go on sleepin'
When there's nothing left to dream about
But you better remember

If it's somethin' I want then it's somethin' I need
I wasn't built for comfort, I was built for speed
If it's somethin' I want then it's somethin' I need
I wasn't built for comfort, I was built for speed

And I know that I'm gonna be like this forever
I'm never gonna be what I should
And you think that I'll be bad for just a little while
And you think that I'll be bad for just a little while
But I know that I'll be bad for good

Your eyes are darker than sin
And I've been watchin' them glow
Take a chance on a promise and a roll of the dice
Put your foot on the gas, let it go, let it go, let it go

You've been livin' your life like a girl in a cage
And you whisper when I want you to shout
And I never know why you wanna go on sleepin'
When there's nothing left to dream about
But you better remember

If it's somethin' I want then it's somethin' I need
I wasn't built for comfort, I was built for speed
If it's somethin' I want then it's somethin' I need
I wasn't built for comfort, I was built for speed

And I know that I'm gonna be like this forever
I'm never gonna be what I should
And you think that I'll be bad for just a little while
And you think that I'll be bad for just a little while
But I know that I'll be bad for good

I know that I'll be bad for good
I know that I'll be bad for good
I know that I'll be bad for good

Bad for good
Bad for good
Bad for good

For the good of some thrills on a long frigid night
For the good of the fire in your soul
For the good of the kiss let me hold you so tight
For the good of getting out of control

For the good of the action and a race in the dark
For the good of those chills up your spine
For the good of the rock and the roll in your heart
For the good of what's yours and what's mine

For the good of believing in a life after birth
For the good of your body so bright
For the good of the search for some heaven on earth
For the good of one hell of a night
For the good of one hell of a night

For the good of the action and a race in the dark
For the good of the fire in your soul
For the good of the hunger that ease in your heart
For the good of getting out of control

For the good of believin' in a life after birth
For the good of your body so bright
For the good of the search for some heaven on earth
For the good of one hell of a night
For the good of one hell of a night

The sea is whippin' the sky
The sky is whippin' the sea
You can hide away forever from the storm
But you'll never hide away from me

The icy cold will cut us like a knife in the dark
And we may lose everything in the wind
But the Northern Lights are burnin' and they're givin' off sparks
I want to wrap myself around you like a winter skin

I know that you can be bad
At least a little while
But if you give me a chance, give me one little chance
And give me all the love that you should

Then instead of bein' bad for just a little while
Then instead of bein' bad for just a little while
Then instead of bein' bad for just a little while

I'm gonna make you bad for good
I'm gonna make you bad for good
I'm gonna make you bad for good

I know that you'll be bad for good
You'll be bad for good

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Bad For Us - Lyrics - Little Texas

Title: Bad For Us
Artist: Little Texas
Composer(s): Porter C Howell, Dwayne K O'Brien, Tom Curtis Shapiro

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Lyric:
You really got a good one in
You hit me where it hurts
Just so you wouldn't get the best of me
I fired back somethin' worse

I put you down
You show me up
Good for you
Good for me
Bad for us

We keep goin' around and 'round
When's it gonna stop
Real love's not a matter of
Who comes out on top

I won't back down
You won't give up
Good for you
Good for me
Bad for us

It's a game of who's to blame
And we're keepin' score
One of us wins the battle
We both lose the war

Still we won't say
Enough's enough
Good for you
Good for me
Bad for us

To proud to say
Enough's enough
Good for you
Good for me
Bad for us
Good for you
Good for me
Bad for us

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We Can Make It Right - Lyrics - Gametime - Lil' Romeo

Title: We Can Make It Right
Album: Gametime
Artist: Lil' Romeo
Composer(s): Lil' Romeo C Strouse, M Charnin, Percy Miller

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Lyric:
We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
(This for everybody that been through the struggle)
Stead of treated, we get tricked
(Black, white, red or blue)
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(We all the same, yeah)

We can make it right for us
(Throw your hands up, put your hands up)
We can make it right for us
(Raise your hands up, throw your hands up)
Stead of treated, we get tricked
(Put your hands up, raise your hands up)
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Yeah, okay)

Growin? up in the projects, I had to stick to the script
Every other day another person was hit
We rode buses to school, I followed the rules
First grade, second grade, packed up and we moved

Still had to struggle, my pops gave up his hustle
Got into music, then game started to bubble
My main focus is to study, stay out of trouble
Bad Bubba, look at me now, thanks dad, I love you

Whoever thought that a 12 year old could touch souls
Even hip-hop braids in a row, that?s so cold
I tell my friends, family and all my fans
May God bless everyone on this land

It?s a hard life, but love is love, play your cards right
Reach for the stars, life is trouble, put up a fight
Before you know it, your inner sides start flowin?
We all have a talent, some just don?t know

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Okay)

Hard life is all about sacrifice
It ain?t no limit, I told y?all I?mma be alright
I?m reachin? out to all those who might have lost their sight
It?s never too late, ask the Lord for life

You only got one life, it?s time to do it right
Clean yourself up, take back charge of your life
Do us all a favor and please quit your behavior
Count your blessings ?cause only you and God could save ya

To the people, when the World Trade hit the floor
And all the soldiers in the Pentagon, God bless all y?all
To the families and all the loved ones lost
To the heroes in Pittsburg, you took it by far

The world state y?all, yeah, we took ?em head on
Your names will live forever, thanks for y?all we live on
Mr. President, nice job, well done
Now ain?t no terrorists gonna spoil the fun

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Okay)

Everybody talkin? lil? lil' this and lil? lil? that
I told y?all before this is bigger than rap
It's too much hatin? goin? on, let us young ones be
Only time will tell, I?m just tryin? to be me

I make music for people to bang in the street
First single 'My baby' number one 10 weeks
I did a show with Michael, yeah, I?m comin? for the title
I?m young, but my dad taught me all about survival

I don?t feed into the negative, I sho? improve what I do
Don?t go for the masses to be true like the Bible
I?ve been here long y?all, I?m part of the cycle
That started so until its big it's washing numbers I do

I?m tryin? to be the next Jay-Z, Nelly and Ja Rule
Put it down like my pops, that?s just the way that I move
It's gotta be another way, live to see another day
Every night I go to bed, I kneel down to the Lord and say

We can make it right for us
(Just remember if you make it right today)
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
(It?ll even be better tomorrow)
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Throw your hands up, put your hands up, raise your hands up)

We can make it right for us
(Throw your hands up, put your hands up)
We can make it right for us
(Raise your hands up, yeah, okay)
Stead of treated, we get tricked
(Okay okay)
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Don?t stop, won?t stop, can?t stop)

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked

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The Good, The Bad And The Ugly - Lyrics - Kanye West

Title: The Good, The Bad And The Ugly
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Willie Mitchell, Dexter Raymond Mills Jr., Kanye Omari West

Lyric:
Ayyo, good morning, America, good morning to Erica
Who gave me good *** while watching good morning America
And good day, New York, have a good day in court
My homies drive around the hood and that's a good place to start

I never liked the goodbyes, always caught a good vibe
Always had a good time, could always spot a good guy
From a good guy, look alive, look alive, look or try
You know that old saying what they say about good guys

I guess that's why I went bad, needed all my chicks bad
Fiends needed it bad, started hittin' liqs' bad
Had to get that work off before that s*** went bad
If not, it gets bad and things will only get bad

So now I'm getting bad skin and I got that badge and
Tellin' me them bastards don't catch a bad break
Caught a bad rate on whip with bad brakes
I'm caught up in these bad ways havin' a bad day

So now the game's ugly and my pain's ugly
And my chain's ugly, things became ugly [Incomprehensible]
Got a stain and its musty, wakin' up looking crusty
And miss thang who's ugly is sayin' to me, "Don't touch me"

I went from pretty Willie to pretty silly
But I'm still pretty gully so you know thin's will still get pretty ugly
And this is for the hoods, the crabs, the junkies
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly

We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
B.I.G. said get ya money ain't no telling they gon' love me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
When your money get funny and them days ain't sunny

We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
*** give pounds and hug me, know they really wanna slug me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
And this is for the hood, you got to love me

Good morning to ummm, I don't remember your name
But I remember the brain, here go a fare for the train and
Good morning to Chi-Town, where my *** ride down
And bust clowns and look for some bust downs to bust down

Yeah, she ain't got a car she on the bus now
But her gear is bangin', she one of us now
I wanted badly to bone 'cuz she was bad to the bone
She from a batter home, she mad when she at home

So I gave her my number to beep off, she wanted to take a week off
Bustin' scary movie ***, I had to get the freak off
The new Tom Cruise, took the Moulin Rouge on a too long cruise
She said, "I ain't *** you with them two long shoes"

And I get bougie in a grape poupon mood
So I'ma act cheap in a coupon mood
She said, "Ye' you don't love me?"
I told her it was good, it's too bad, yeah ugly

We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
B.I.G. said, get ya money, ain't no telling they gon' love me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
And this for the hood, you got to love me

Ayyo, good morning to Queens, the North side of my scene
And when it comes down to it, I'm a ride for my team
See it's a beautiful life but the bills will make it ugly
And the beauty of life is when you're forced to make it ugly

Had a beautiful night 'til a storm done made it ugly
And a beautiful wife, now we divorcing and it's ugly
Now my mind state is ugly, my blind dates are ugly
And I'm ready to turn it up in these streets and make it ugly

Used to sit in Mr. Uglies with these sisters that was ugly
And these *** used to bug me to the point it made me ugly
And say things that was ugly and lead a ball abruptly
But I took it all back 'cuz God don't like ugly

Now I'm curbin' my bad words, they say that the bad burn
I left it on bad terms with a chic with a bad perm
Whose case took a bad turn and face caught a bad burn
And took the news bad when they said, she had bad germs

The bad thing about it was she was bad and 'bout it
But you know what smelled bad so I had to get up out it
So now we got bad blood, her son is a bad blood
But it happens in the hood when you inherit that bad blood

And once it get bad, it be bad for good
And that's bad meaning bad, not bad meaning good
But I greet it as good when you leave with the good
It's all good in the hood, got called good 'cuz it's good

Now I'm havin' some good nights, livin' this good life
Got me a good girl that I'ma make me a good wife
So I'm good to go and I'm good where I go
Come on, man got good aim and that's a good thing to know

And he came home for good, off of good behavior
Spittin' that good game so what's good with this paper?
And this is for the hoods, the crabs, the junkies
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly

Ayyo, we showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
B.I.G. said get ya money, ain't no telling they gon' love me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
When your money get funny and them days ain't sunny

We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
*** give pounds and hug me, know they really wanna slug me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
And this for the hood, you got to love me

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One Of Us - Lyrics - Rule 3:36 - Ja Rule

Title: One Of Us
Album: Rule 3:36
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Robert Mays, Tyrone Fyffe, Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins

Lyric:
(One of us)
Yeah, Rule
(One of us)
Yeah, if God were one of us, what about that?
(One of us)
What if he was? What if he was me?
(One of us)
What the fuck would I do?

Lord, when I die pacify, crucify me
I rock a double cross, one's for the soul one's for the body
If I'm built in God's eyes I wanna see God cry
Real tears from a burnt out life of ten years

I swear I got the devil in me with no fear
If I hear I can't see if I see I can't hear
It's the eerie little thing between deafness and blindness
Weakness and kindness, rejects and crime

I'm mindless when I'm hollerin' dear Lord, take me
(One of us)
'Cuz I ain't really happy here, can you blame me?
This game done changed me made me an animal
I can't even laugh no more, my kids smile for me now

I'm the one and only my momma's only child
Lord, save me before I go crazy
'Cuz if you live through the strain just to die from the pain
Tell me, would you believe that you could breathe again?

If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he sin and love to lie? I wanna know
If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he freakin' live his life? I wanna know

If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he use his name in vain? I need to know
If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he believe that he could breathe again?

Now let's look at things from a right hand
What if you was that man? Would you run wit me? Gun wit me?
Would you understand the husslin', the struggelin'
Livin' amongst dope heads, raisin' your kids and runnin' from the feds?

We'd be bound to bump heads, 'cuz you livin' my life
All righteous and you said livin' righteous was right
But there's two sides to life, one dark, one light
If you lighten up forever you condemned to the night

Grab them guns over there and bring 'em all ova' here
(One of us)
'Cuz my god is bigger down your god down here
Now we ride jet sled baby, bubble in ba-namb
'Cuz Rule and the Lord got it goin' on

Been known to do bad shit, I'm so heavenly but so devilish
If you live through the strain just to die from the pain
Tell me, would you believe that you could breathe again?

If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he sin and love to lie? I wanna know
If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he freakin' live his life? I wanna know

If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he use his name in vain? I need to know
If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he believe that he could breathe again?

Let's trade places, Rule be spirit God be flesh
And let's see just how weak the flesh gets
Now you call on me every night bended knee
Until you start to realize I ain't answerin'

Now you hang up the phone, Lord, pick up the chrome, Lord
Can I blame you, Lord, for needin' a feed what's yours?
Got a wife that you love yet you still lust whores
And I'm supposed to judge you on earth where it's ugly

You might as well aim at the sky, slug me
(One of us)
'Cuz I ain't bein' a fair God when life is so hard
I know what you goin' through
Every move you make every crime committed
Every little mistake and still got love for you

Fair is fair as long as you repent, you'll be good up here, baby
'Cause if you live through the strain just to die from the pain
Tell me, would you believe that you could breathe again?

If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he sin and love to lie? I wanna know
If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he freakin' live his life? I wanna know

If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he use his name in vain? I need to know
If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he believe that he could breathe again?

If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he sin and love to lie? I wanna know
If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he freakin' live his life? I wanna know

If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he use his name in vain? I need to know
If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he believe that he could breathe again?

If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he sin and love to lie? I wanna know
If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he freakin' live his life? I wanna know

If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he use his name in vain? I need to know
If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he believe that he could breathe again?

If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he sin and love to lie? I wanna know
If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he freakin' live his life? I wanna know

If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he use his name in vain? I need to know
If God were one of us
(One of us)
Would he believe that he could breathe again?

One of us, one of us, one of us
One of us, one of us, one of us
One of us, one of us, one of us
One of us, one of us, one of us

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Points Of Authority / 99 Problems / One Step Closer - Lyrics - Linkin Park

Title: Points Of Authority / 99 Problems / One Step Closer
Artist: Linkin Park
Composer(s): Chester Charl Bennington, Robert G. Bourdon, Norman Landsberg, Mike Shinoda, Brad Delson, Leslie Weinstein, Felix Pappalardi, John Ventura, Shawn Carter, Alphonso Henderson, Joseph Hahn, Billy Squier, Tracy Marrow

Lyric:
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
He's gotta mike

He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
He's from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those

If you grew up with holes in your zapitos
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' doe
So, fuck critics, you can kiss our whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward

Beef with radio, if we don't play they show
They don't play out hits, we don't give a shit, so
All these mags try and use our ass
So, advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers

I don't know what you take us as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
From rags to riches, nigga, we ain't dumb
We got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

And the year is '94 and in my trunk is raw
In the rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law
I got two choices ya'll, pull over the car or
Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor

Now, I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus, I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So, I pull over to the side of the road
I heard, "Son, do you know what I'm stoppin you for?"

'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low
Do I look like a mind reader, Sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo?
You was doin' fifty five in a fifty four

License and registration and step out of the car
Are you carryin' a weapon on you? I know alot of you are
Well, I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit
But do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?

Well, my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights, so, you gon' need a warrant for that
Aren't you sharp as a tack, get me some type of lawyer or some
Somebody important or somethin'?

Ha, I ain't pass the bar but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
We'll see how smart you are when the K-9's come
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

Now, once upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a pussy
But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try and push me

I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him 'cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motor bike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight

The only thing that's gonna happen is I'ma get to clappin'
He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the captain
And there I go traped in the kit, kat again
Back through the system with the riff, raff again

Fiends on the floor scratchin' again
Paparatzi's with they cameras snappin' them
D A tried to give the nigga the shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail 'cause I'm African

All because this fool was harrasin' them
Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccarin
But ain't nothin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems, being a bitch ain't one

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Shut up when I'm talking to you
Shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up when I'm talking to you
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
I'm about to break

(Everything you say to me)
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
(I need a little room to breathe)
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

(Everything you say to me)
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
(I need a little room to breathe)
I got 99 problems and I'm about to break

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Z - Points Of Authority / 99 Problems / One Step Closer - Lyrics - Collision Course - Jay

Title: Z - Points Of Authority / 99 Problems / One Step Closer
Album: Collision Course
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Chester Charl Bennington, Robert G. Bourdon, Norman Landsberg, Mike Shinoda, Brad Delson, Leslie Weinstein, Felix Pappalardi, John Ventura, Shawn Carter, Alphonso Henderson, Joseph Hahn, Billy Squier, Tracy Marrow

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Lyric:
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
He's gotta mike

He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
He's from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those

If you grew up with holes in your zapitos
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' doe
So, fuck critics, you can kiss our whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward

Beef with radio, if we don't play they show
They don't play out hits, we don't give a shit, so
All these mags try and use our ass
So, advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers

I don't know what you take us as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
From rags to riches, nigga, we ain't dumb
We got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

And the year is '94 and in my trunk is raw
In the rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law
I got two choices ya'll, pull over the car or
Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor

Now, I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus, I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So, I pull over to the side of the road
I heard, "Son, do you know what I'm stoppin you for?"

'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low
Do I look like a mind reader, Sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo?
You was doin' fifty five in a fifty four

License and registration and step out of the car
Are you carryin' a weapon on you? I know alot of you are
Well, I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit
But do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?

Well, my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights, so, you gon' need a warrant for that
Aren't you sharp as a tack, get me some type of lawyer or some
Somebody important or somethin'?

Ha, I ain't pass the bar but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
We'll see how smart you are when the K-9's come
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

Now, once upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a pussy
But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try and push me

I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him 'cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motor bike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight

The only thing that's gonna happen is I'ma get to clappin'
He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the captain
And there I go traped in the kit, kat again
Back through the system with the riff, raff again

Fiends on the floor scratchin' again
Paparatzi's with they cameras snappin' them
D A tried to give the nigga the shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail 'cause I'm African

All because this fool was harrasin' them
Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccarin
But ain't nothin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems, being a bitch ain't one

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Shut up when I'm talking to you
Shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up when I'm talking to you
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
I'm about to break

(Everything you say to me)
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
(I need a little room to breathe)
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

(Everything you say to me)
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
(I need a little room to breathe)
I got 99 problems and I'm about to break

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Feel So Good - Lyrics - Harlem World - Mase

Title: Feel So Good
Album: Harlem World
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Lawrence Paul Dermer, George Brown, Robert Spike Mickens, Claydes Smith, Robert Bell, Ronald Bell, Dennis Thomas, Rafael Vigil, Sean Puffy Combs, Joe Galdo, Richard Allen Westfield, Deric Angelettie, Mason Betha

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Lyric:
You ready, Mase?

Party people
In the place to be
It's about that time
For us to

Yo, what you know about goin' out?
Head west, red Lex, TV's all up in the headrest
Try and live it up, ride true, a bigger truck
Peeps all glittered up, stick up can, they go what?

Jig wit it 'cuz ship crisp, split it all
Ho's ride, get your nut 'till I can't get it up
I'm a big man, give this man room
I'd a hit everything from Cancun to Grant's tomb

Why you standin' on the wall? Hand on your balls
Lighting up drugs, always fightin' in the club
I'm the reason they made the dress code
They figure I wouldn't wild when I'm in my French clothes

Dress as I suppose, from my neck to my toes
Neck full of gold, baguettes in my Rolls
Wreck shows, collect those, extra O's
Buy the E, get a key to the Lex to hold

East, West, every state, come on, bury the hate
Millions, the only thing we in a hurry to make
Are the friend that act's friend in a Lex or a Benz
Let's begin, bring this BS to an end

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
(You know you make me feel so good)
(You know you make me feel so good)

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I wouldn't change you if I could
(I wouldn't change you if I could)
(I wouldn't change you if I could)

You can't understand we be Waikiki
Sippin' DP to the TV, look greedy
Little kids see me, way out in DC
With a Z3, chrome VB's, they wanna be me

Nigga's talkin' shit, they ought to quit
I'm fortunate they don't see a fourth what I get
And those be the same ones walkin' while I whip
Just stylishing cars 'cuz they all true Nig'

So, while you daydream my Mercedes gleam
And I deal with ho's that pose in Maybeline
One time you had it all, I ain't mad at ya'll
Now give me the catalog, I'll show you how daddy bought

Six cars and power to fire big stars
Sit up, CEO style, smokin' on cigars, nigga
It's like y'all be talkin' funny
I don't understand language of people with short money

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
(You know you make me feel so good)
(You know you make me feel so good)

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I wouldn't change you if I could
(I wouldn't change you if I could)
(I wouldn't change you if I could)

Do Mase got the ladies? Yeah, yeah
Do Puff drive Mercedes? Yeah, yeah
Take hits from the 80's? Yeah, yeah
But do it sound so crazy? Yeah, yeah

Well, me personally, it's nothin' personal
I do what work for me, you do what work for you
And I dress with what I was blessed with
Never been arrested for nothin' domestic

And I chill the way you met me
With a jet ski attached to a SE
Smoke my Nestle, no mad rap-ass cat, where my check be?
Problem with y'all I say it directly

Went from hard to sweet, starved to eat
From no hoes at shows to menage in suites
Now, I be the cat that be hard to meet
Gettin' head from girls that used to hardly speak

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
(You know you make me feel so good)
(You know you make me feel so good)

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I wouldn't change you if I could
(I wouldn't change you if I could)
(I wouldn't change you if I could)

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
(You know you make me feel so good)
(You know you make me feel so good)

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I wouldn't change you if I could
(I wouldn't change you if I could)
(I wouldn't change you if I could)

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy

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Obvious - Lyrics - LeToya - Letoya

Title: Obvious
Album: LeToya
Artist: Letoya
Composer(s): Dave Young, Letoya Luckett, Bryan Michael Cox

Lyric:
Have you ever felt like
You the only one in love in your relationship?
And as hard as it was for you to let go
You knew it was the best thing for you
Well, that time has come for me
I gotta move on

You say you wanna get married, but boy are you sure?
'Cause there are a couple of issues I refuse to ignore
You say one thing and you do another
And I'm realizing you don't want me on your shoulder

You think material things is what I need
But all I ever wanted was you
Just a little kiss, just a little hug
Now I'm realizing that that ain't your kinda love

Sometimes we want things that may not be right for us
But when you're in love you tend to look over the obvious
You're not changing and I know that you love me but
This thing ain't going the way I planned

Sometimes we want things that may not be right for us
But when you're in love you tend to look over the obvious
As bad as I want you to stay
We can't keep going on this way, going this way

Don't think you're doing me no favors
Feeling the need to get on one knee
When you know you ain't right at it baby
You wanna make sure I'm always around
And with the ring on my finger that means I'm on right now

I seen it in your eyes you weren't
And there's a good chance you doing some dirt
'Cause I don't wanna be the one to make you do
Something you don't want to, I'm gonna let you do you

Sometimes we want things that may not be right for us
But when you're in love you tend to look over the obvious
You're not changing and I know that you love me but
This thing ain't going the way I planned

Sometimes we want things that may not be right for us
But when you're in love you tend to look over the obvious
As bad as I want you to stay
We can't keep going on this way, going this way

Oh, no, no, no, oh, no
Oh, no, no, no, oh, no
Oh, no, no, no, oh, no
Oh, no, no, no

See there's a part of me that doesn't want you here with me
That's a part of me that wants to stick right with you
But it seems like you don't wanna put up a fight
And why should I even try?

Sometimes we want things that may not be right for us
But when you're in love you tend to look over the obvious
You're not changing and I know that you love me but
This thing ain't going the way I planned

Sometimes we want things that may not be right for us
But when you're in love you tend to look over the obvious
As bad as I want you to stay
We can't keep going on this way, going this way

Keep taking me through so much

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The Bright Young Things - Lyrics - The Golden Age Of Grotesque - Marilyn Manson

Title: The Bright Young Things
Album: The Golden Age Of Grotesque
Artist: Marilyn Manson
Composer(s): John Lowery, Brian Hughes Warner

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Lyric:
We'll be the worms in your apple pie
Fake abuse for our bios, blacken our own eyes
Grass isn't greener on the other side
We set it on fire and we have no reason why

We set fashion, not follow
Spit vitriol, not swallow
We set fashion, not follow
Spit vitriol, not swallow

Good for nothing
But being everything that's bad, bad, bad
Good for nothing
But being everything that's bad, bad, bad

We know who we are and what we want to say
And we don't care who's listening
We don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well
We're the bright young things

Got my villain necktie and a mouth of hi-fi
So sharp, I'm bleeding from my Judas hole
Arch dandy, no-goodnik and I'm headed for Crashville
I'm most monster with the groan box in the 'Meat Show'

We set fashion, not follow
Spit vitriol, not swallow
We set fashion, not follow
Spit vitriol, not swallow

Good for nothing
But being everything that's bad
Good for nothing
But being everything that's bad

We know who we are and what we want to say
And we don't care who's listening
We don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well
We're the bright young things

Crashing the ether, we've got the loudest stereotype
Even neophytes deep 6 your pro-life
We don't need to move a single prayer bone
We're so beautiful and damned, simply as a 'still-life'

Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause
Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause
Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause
Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause

Stop the song and remember what you used to be
Somebody that could fucking impress me

We know who we are and what we want to say
And we don't care who's listening
We don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well
We are the bright young things

We know who we are and what we want to say
And we don't care who's listening
We don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well
We're the bright young things

Good for nothing
But being everything that's bad
Good for nothing
But being everything that's bad

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Good Girl Gone Bad - Lyrics - Good Girl Gone Bad - Rihanna

Title: Good Girl Gone Bad
Album: Good Girl Gone Bad
Artist: Rihanna
Composer(s): Shaffer Smith, Tor Hermansen, Lene Marlin Pedrson, Mikkel Erikson, Tor Erik Hermansen

Lyric:
We stay in, moving around, so low
Ask us where you went, we don't know
And don't care, don't care
All we know is we was at home 'cause you left us there
You got your bus and got gone and left us all alone

Now she in the club with a freaky dress on
Passed on keep that dress on
Trying to get enough drinks in her system
Take her to the tele and make her a victim

Controlling the brain, ball, play you in the face
They shake the spot, she's just another case

Easy for a good girl to go bad
And once we gone, gone
There's belief, we've gone forever

Don't be the reason, don't be the reason
You better learn how to treat us right
'Cause once a good girl goes bad
We die forever

He's staying with a flack of 'em all, yeah
Got a girl at home but he don't care
Won't care, won't care
All he'll do is keep me at home, won't let me go nowhere

He thinks, because I'm at home, I won't be getting it on
And now I'm finding numbers in the jacket pockets
Chicks calling in the house, no stop
It's getting out of control, funnily, I can't take no more

He finds a letter on the stairs, saying this is the end
I packed my bag and left with your best friend, oh

Easy for a good girl to go bad
And once we gone, gone
There's belief, we've gone forever

Don't be the reason, don't be the reason
You better learn how to treat us right
'Cause once a good girl goes bad
We die forever

We stay in, moving around, so low
Ask us where you went, we don't know
And don't care, don't care
All we know is we was at home 'cause you left us there
You got your bus and got gone and left us all alone

Easy for a good girl to go bad
And once we gone, gone
There's belief, we've gone forever

Don't be the reason, don't be the reason
You better learn how to treat us right
'Cause once a good girl goes bad
We die forever

We're gone forever
We're gone forever

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Station 5: The Pearl - Lyrics - Gatsby'S American Dream

Title: Station 5: The Pearl
Artist: Gatsby'S American Dream
Composer(s): Robert Darling, Rudy Gajadhar, Kirk Huffman, Mike Kaminsky, Nicholas Newsham, Kyle O'Quin

Lyric:
You're like an anchor tied around my ankle
But I wanna swim, but I gotta breathe

They're big fucking stars
I swear to God they are

For all the money that you spend, we will earn it
Hold us all responsible, we're good for it
Got a bad, bad feeling that you won't
At least now you can't say, I didn't ask

Push it back, push it back, bring us back up front
Gaining momentum now, oh?
You're falling in love, wait ya like it, wait ya don't?
Oh wait, you like it again?

They're big fucking stars
I swear to God they are

For all the money that you spend, we will earn it
Hold us all responsible, we're good for it
Got a bad, bad feeling that you won't
At least now you can't say, I didn't ask

Can't say, I didn't ask yourselves to do
Anything less than trust ourselves
Guess it's clear that's not what's going on

You're like an anchor tied around my ankle
You're like a ship that passes right on by
You're like a kid on the shore that's just like
Laughing and waving and we're just waiting to die

They're big fucking stars
I swear to God they are

For all the money that you spend, we will earn it
Hold us all responsible, we're good for it
Got a bad, bad feeling that you won't
At least now you can't say, I didn't ask

For all the money that you spend, we will earn it
Hold us all responsible, we're good for it
Got a bad, bad feeling that you won't
At least now you can't say, I didn't ask

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Points Of Authority / 99 Problems / One Step Close - Lyrics - Linkin Park

Title: Points Of Authority / 99 Problems / One Step Close
Artist: Linkin Park
Composer(s): Chester Charl Bennington, Robert G. Bourdon, Norman Landsberg, Mike Shinoda, Brad Delson, Leslie Weinstein, Felix Pappalardi, John Ventura, Shawn Carter, Alphonso Henderson, Joseph Hahn, Billy Squier, Tracy Marrow

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Lyric:
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Got 'em Mike

He's got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's, "Money, Cash, Hoes"
He's from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?

If you grew up with holes in your zapatoes
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' dough
So fuck critics, you can kiss the whole asshole
If you don't like the lyrics, you can press fast forward

Got beef with radio if we don't play they show
They don't play our hits, we don't give a shit, so
All these mags try and use our ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers

I don't know what you take us as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
From, rags to riches, we ain't dumb
We got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Now the year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw
In the rear view mirror is the motherfuckin' law
I got two choices y'all, pull over the car or
Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor

And I ain't tryin to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So I, pull over to the side of the road, I heard
Son, do you know why I'm stoppin' you for?

'Cause I'm young and I'm black
And my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mind reader sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo'?

Well, you was doin' fifty-five in the fifty-four
License and registration and step out of the car
Are you carryin' a weapon on you?
I know a lot of you are

I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit
Well, do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?
Well, my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that

Aren't you sharp as a tack, you some type of
Lawyer or somethin', somebody important or somethin?
Ha, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit

Well, we'll see how smart you are when the canines come
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Now once upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strongarm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a pussy
But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try an' push me

I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight

And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin' and
He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the Captain
And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again
Back through the system with the riff-raff again

Fiends on the floor, scratchin' again
Paparazzi's with they cameras, snappin' them
D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mill' for bail 'cause I'm African

All because this fool was harassin' them
Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharin'
But ain't nuttin' sweet bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems B and a bitch ain't one

99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Shut up when I'm talkin' to you
Shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up when I'm talkin' to you
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
I'm about to break

Everything you say to me
(I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me)
I need a little room to breathe
(I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me)
Everything you say to me
(I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me)
I need a little room to breathe
(I got 99 problems)
And I'm about to, break

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Crazy - Lyrics - Ciara

Title: Crazy
Artist: Ciara
Composer(s): Ciara Harris, Kevin Hicks, Johnta Austin, Demetrius Spencer

Lyric:
It's time to make a difference, I know he's bad, right now I'm feelin'
Like I need him in my life, I don't wanna leave him, he's my best friend
And he, without him, I can't see us breakin' up, people said
It wouldn't work, I'd end up gettin' hurt but what do they know
Because he's my man, I don't care what people say
'Cause this feels good to me and I don't want him to leave

It's crazy, tell me how come somethin' I really want
Somethin' I love is so bad for me, I can't explain it
It's just like a bad habit, I can't shake it, so crazy, crazy, crazy
I can't believe it, how I need him, he makes a difference
Y'all I'm trippin', it's crazy, don't know which way to go
Can't let him go, even though I know he ain't the one for me

Stay in some drama, can't take him home to momma
I'ma be honest, he a cold playa, flirts with every girl that he meets
How he do that to me? How he make it not better? So charmin'
And clever, he can get whatever he ask me for I'm talking 'bout
Somethin' I can't do without, I can't find the strength to leave
'Cause this feel good to me and I don't want him to leave

It's crazy, tell me how come somethin' I really want
Somethin' I love is so bad for me, I can't explain it
It's just like a bad habit, I can't shake it, so crazy, crazy, crazy
I can't believe it, how I need him, he makes a difference
Y'all I'm trippin', it's crazy, I don't know which way to go
Can't let him go, even though I know he ain't the one for me

Tonight if this ain't smart 'cause he'll probably break my heart
But he's the best thing in a while that's ever happen to me
I don't care what all the other people say, don't want him to go away
I'm hopin' that he stays right here with me, it's so crazy

It's crazy, tell me how come somethin' I really want
Somethin' I love is so bad for me, I can't explain it
It's just like a bad habit, I can't shake it, so crazy, crazy, crazy
I can't believe it, how I need him, he makes a difference
Y'all I'm trippin', it's crazy, don't know which way to go
Can't let him go, even though I know he ain't the one for me

It's crazy, tell me how come somethin' I really want
Somethin' I love is so bad for me, I can't explain it
It's just like a bad habit, I can't shake it, so crazy, crazy, crazy
I can't believe it, how I need him, he makes a difference
Y'all I'm trippin', it's crazy, don't know which way to go
Can't let him go, even though I know he ain't the one for me

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Build - Lyrics - Housemartins

Title: Build
Artist: Housemartins
Composer(s): Heaton Cullimor

Lyric:
Clambering men in big bad boots
Dug up my den, dug up my roots
Treated us like plasticine town
They build us up and knocked us down

From Meccano to Legoland
Here they come with a brick in their hand
Men with heads filled up with sand
It's build

It's build a house where we can stay
Add a new bit everyday
It's build a road for us to cross
Build us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots

Whistling men in yellow vans
They came and drew us diagrams
Showed us how it all worked out
And wrote it down in case of doubt

Slow, slow and quick, quick, quick
It's wall to wall and brick to brick
They work so fast, it makes you sick
It's build

It's build a house where we can stay
Add a new bit everyday
It's build a road for us to cross
Build us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots

Oh, it's build
It's build
It's build

Down with sticks and up with bricks
In with boots and up with roots
It's in with suits and new recruits
It's build

It's build a house where we can stay
Add a new bit everyday
It's build a road for us to cross
Build us lots and lots and lots and lots

It's build a house where we can stay
Add a new bit everyday
It's build a road for us to cross
Build us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots

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I Wanna... - Lyrics - Kuruption! - Kurupt

Title: I Wanna...
Album: Kuruption!
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Christopher Sheppard, Ricardo Brown, Andrea Piskunov, Sean Singleton, Donald Degrate

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Lyric:
For all the girls you know you in the garden Eden
This is the dumb pick, I love to fuck
To my baby girl Denim
You can't wait till we gets on to crash your body

Dogg Pound Gangstaville, yeah gangsta style
Ha, check it, I wanna fuck
To all ya bitches, I wanna fuck
Young ladies, I wanna fuck
I wanna fuck what so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

You never stop suckin' me off for as long as I'm breakin' you off
I never go soft show you who's boss
But you got to stay wet for me to confess
That you fuck best than all the rest

See me personally murder the weed
Lovin the speed, rumble the seeds
Fuckin' and hee, funny's runnin' with me have you comin' for me
You think you special, you lunchin', you know you just me

You hear the fuck, now stay, so fuck then leave right
Leave horny to win and porn to kill freaks and
Definitely nasty, undeniably freeze, grab me a Henney
Bow down surrender to me

You talkin' me to death and I've heard enough
I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin' shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

So now bitch, I hear you wanna fuck fuck fuck
Well, guess what, I really wanna nut nut nut
All over your face and on your butt
Back shots to the gut, see coocoo for cocoa puffs
She get crazy for cocoa nuts

Pull down one pant leg, shit is displayed kick over the lamp shade
Ass come equipped with an ash tray
Call me a taxi, I'm nasty
Don't be nervous, check my escort service
Got the bitches jumpin like monkeys in the circus

So while I small talk and pops shit it, put a sock in it
While Royale and Dogg Pound click be spacely sprocking it
Eightball in the corner pocket shit while you watchin it
Snake eyes hit you with the proper shit, poppa-dopalis

Wild sex and me now that's monotonous
I'm man floss the rocks and shit
Quick to have your baby momma coppin' it
Baby momma coppin' it

Might as give you well till I take you home
Make you wanna sweat and you sit and moan
Promise me baby that I can take you home
Take you to my room confront the freak in you
Run you through my groove, hey, that's what you wanna do

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Forget the chit chat, basement, that shit don't matter
I want to hit it from the back till I touch your gall bladder
I'm all about sex, gettin' pussy that's wet
Fuckin' bitches in the stretch
Ridin' to the bank, cashin' my checks

Smokin', sipping 'Zay and Mo' Wet, bitch on the left
Tellin' me how freaky she get, I'm on some sex shit
If you ain't with it, hit the exit, baby check it
Just get down on the floor and strip naked

You talkin' me to death and I've heard enough
I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin' shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes after we fuck

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap

Now bitches freeze, you fuck around, with me and my homies
I got the homies freeze, froze, muthafuckaz we don't love them hoes
I got these bad ass wanna eat a dick ass, quick ass
Fifty five cheaters, quick ass we get ass, we get cash
And I don't give a fuck about a bitch ass muthafucka

This is how we do it over here nigga
Fuck a coast nigga, we on them hoes nigga
I guess I got to tell them what the time they were
Fuck a bitch nigga, get rich nigga

'Cuz bitch you got some bomb ass pussy
'Cuz bitch you got some bomb ass pussy
'Cuz bitch you got some bomb ass pussy

Let's play house, what you talkin' 'bout
Put it in your mouth, quick to turn them out
All the way from Philly to the dirty south
You talkin' me to death and I've heard enough

I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin' shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck
You talkin' me to death and I've heard enough

I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin' shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck

Don't wanna chat, bitch I wanna fuck
No time for rap, bitch I wanna fuck
No time for rap, bitch I wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

You wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, bitch I wanna fuck
No time for that, I wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck

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