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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Be My Number Two - Lyrics - Joe Jackson

Title: Be My Number Two
Artist: Joe Jackson
Composer(s): David Ian Jackson

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Lyric:
Won't you be my number two?
Me and number one are through
There won't be too much to do
Just smile when I feel blue

And there's not much left of me
What you get is what you see
Is it worth the energy?
I leave it up to you

And if you got something to say to me
Don't try to lay your funny ways on me
I know that it's really not fair of me
But my heart's seen too much action

And every time I look at you
You'll be who I want you to
And I'll do what I can do
To make a dream or two come true
(If you be my)
If you be my number two

And if you got something to say to me
Don't try to lay your funny ways on me
I know that it's really not fair of me
But my heart's seen too much action

And every time I look at you
You'll be who I want you to
And I'll do what I can do
To make a dream or two come true
(If you be my)
If you be my number two

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

So In Love With Two (Version Ii) - Lyrics - Mikaila

Title: So In Love With Two (Version Ii)
Artist: Mikaila
Composer(s): Mikaila Mikkel Storleer Eriksen, Tor Erik Hermansen, Hallgeir Rustan

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Lyric:
Oh yeah
Hey, hey, hey
I don't know what to do
Hey yeah

My number one
There could never be no one like you
How come I feel this way again
My number two
Never tried to tell me what to say or do
I'm so in love with two

I don't want to push it
I don't want to fight
But this feeling keeps me
Up all night

If I only could decide but I can't make up my mind
I'm breakin' all my rules because of you
You tell me it's not right and it tears me up inside
But the problem is I'm so in love with two

Hey, hey, hey
I don't know what to do
Hey, hey, hey
I choose the both of you
Hey yeah

My number one
You give me everything I need
But some thinks to I'm better with
My number two
He's the one that really makes me feel so good
I'm so in love with two

I don't want to push it
I don't want to fight
But this feeling keeps me
Up all night

If I only could decide but I can't make up my mind
I'm breakin' all my rules because of you
You tell me it's not right and it tears me up inside
But the problem is I'm so in love with two
But the problem is I'm so in love with two

Hey, hey, hey
I don't know what to do
Hey, hey, hey
I choose the both of you
Hey yeah

Don't want to fight another night
Just want to make it right, c'mon

Ooh, my number one, my number two
Somebody tell me what I'm supposed to do
My number one, my number two
Somebody tell me I'm so in love with two

If I only could decide but I can't make up my mind
I'm breakin' all my rules because of you
You tell me it's not right and it tears me up inside
But the problem is I'm so in love with two

If I only could decide but I can't make up my mind
I'm breakin' all my rules because of you
You tell me it's not right and it tears me up inside
But the problem is I'm so in love with two

Hey, hey, hey
I choose the both of you
Hey yeah

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

So In Love With Two - Lyrics - Mikaila - Mikaila

Title: So In Love With Two
Album: Mikaila
Artist: Mikaila
Composer(s): Mikaila Mikkel Storleer Eriksen, Tor Erik Hermansen, Hallgeir Rustan

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Lyric:
Oh yeah
Hey, hey, hey
I don't know what to do
Hey yeah

My number one
There could never be no one like you
How come I feel this way again
My number two
Never tried to tell me what to say or do
I'm so in love with two

I don't want to push it
I don't want to fight
But this feeling keeps me
Up all night

If I only could decide but I can't make up my mind
I'm breakin' all my rules because of you
You tell me it's not right and it tears me up inside
But the problem is I'm so in love with two

Hey, hey, hey
I don't know what to do
Hey, hey, hey
I choose the both of you
Hey yeah

My number one
You give me everything I need
But some thinks to I'm better with
My number two
He's the one that really makes me feel so good
I'm so in love with two

I don't want to push it
I don't want to fight
But this feeling keeps me
Up all night

If I only could decide but I can't make up my mind
I'm breakin' all my rules because of you
You tell me it's not right and it tears me up inside
But the problem is I'm so in love with two
But the problem is I'm so in love with two

Hey, hey, hey
I don't know what to do
Hey, hey, hey
I choose the both of you
Hey yeah

Don't want to fight another night
Just want to make it right, c'mon

Ooh, my number one, my number two
Somebody tell me what I'm supposed to do
My number one, my number two
Somebody tell me I'm so in love with two

If I only could decide but I can't make up my mind
I'm breakin' all my rules because of you
You tell me it's not right and it tears me up inside
But the problem is I'm so in love with two

If I only could decide but I can't make up my mind
I'm breakin' all my rules because of you
You tell me it's not right and it tears me up inside
But the problem is I'm so in love with two

Hey, hey, hey
I choose the both of you
Hey yeah

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Superstar - Lyrics - The Way It Is - Keyshia Cole

Title: Superstar
Album: The Way It Is
Artist: Keyshia Cole
Composer(s): G. Cole, Keyshia Cole

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Lyric:
Yeah, superstar
Superstar
Talk to me, baby
(One, two, three, four)

Rollin' wit' my windows dropped
Wind blowin' around six 'o clock
Then this feelin' came over me
Had to find myself a pretty young lady
(One, two, three, four)

So I took a left on the next block
Saw this shorty so I had to stop
Girl was lookin' as fine as can be, yeah
I said, "Do you wanna ride with me"
(One, two, three, four)

Your car is lookin' real smooth
And you lookin' kinda cute too
But boy, I don't even know you
What the hell you think we goin' to

Girlfriend had a little spark
So I parked the car and just walked
I don't mean to disrespect love
Just tryin' to see what you made of
(One, two, three, four)

Superstar, face from a movie screen
(Oh, girl)
Superstar, like the cover of a magazine
No matter what you do
(No matter what you do)
You'll always be my superstar
(You'll be my boo)

Superstar, baby
I'm your number one fan by far
(One, two, three, four)
Superstar

Baby boy, listen to me now
It's time you let me break it down
I just reminisced on how we met
And this is somethin' I'll never forget

From the moment your lips said, "Hi"
It's like I pictured your name in lights
I brought tickets to all your shows
And I'm gon' be there sittin' in the front row, in front row, yeah
(One, two, three, four)

Superstar, face from a movie screen
(Superstar, yeah)
Superstar, like the cover of a magazine
(Like the cover of a magazine)
No matter what you do
(No matter what you do)
You'll always be my superstar
(You'll always be my superstar)

Superstar, baby
(Superstar)
I'm your number one fan by far
(I'm your number one fan by far)
Superstar

No sirey
(No sirey)
Don't you worry about a thing
(Don't you worry about a thing)
I got you feelin' sexy
(Feelin' sexy)
I want you to know
You'll always be my
(One, two, three, four)

Superstar, face from a movie screen
(Girl, I'm gonna love you, girl)
Superstar, like the cover of a magazine
(You said, "I'm yours")
(I'll be wit you, baby)
No matter what you do
(No matter what you do)
You'll always be my superstar
(You'll always be my superstar)

Superstar, baby
(I love you now)
I'm your number one fan by far
(I love you now)
Superstar

Superstar, face from a movie screen
(It's so funny how we met [Incomprehensible])
(I'm right here wit you, baby)
Superstar, like the cover of a magazine
(You can have me, I'm yours)
No matter what you do
(No matter what you do)
You'll always be my superstar
(I love you, baby)
(You'll always be my superstar)

Superstar, baby
(I [Incomprehensible])
I'm your number one fan by far
Superstar
By far, by far

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

#1 - Lyrics - Nelly

Title: #1
Artist: Nelly
Composer(s): Waiel Yaghnam, Cornell Haynes

Lyric:
You better watch who you talkin boutrunnin your mouth, like you know me
You gon' fuck around and show why the "Show Me" get called the "Show Me"
Why one-on-one you can't hold me if your last name was hands
Only way you wear me out is stitch my name on your pants
No resident of Francebut you swear I'm from Paris
Hundred-six karats - total? Naw that's per wrist
Trying to compurr this - my chain to yo' chain
I'm like Sprint or Motorola - no service, out of your range
You out of your brains, thinkin I'ma shout out your name
You gotta come up with better ways than that to catch your fame
All that pressure you applyin it's time to ease off
Before I hit you from the blindside takin your sleeves off
As much as we's floss, still hard to please boss
Don't be lyin bitchin and cryin - suck it up as a loss
Cause your, acts is wack, your whole label is wack
And matter fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold that

I am number one - no matter if you like it
Here take it sit down and write it
I am number one
Hey hey hey hey hey hey - now let me ask you man
What does it take to be number one?
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers (hey)
What does it take to be number one?
Hey hey hey hey

Do you like it when I shake it for ya, daddy? Move it all around?
Let you get a peep before it touches the ground?

Hell yeah ma I love a girl that's willin to learn
Willin to get in the driver's seat and willin to turn
And not concerned about that he say, she say, did he say
What I think he said? Squash that, he probably got that off eBay
Or some, Internet access some, website chat line
Mad cause I got mine, don't wind up on the flat line
Ohh if my uncle could see me know
If he could see how many rappers wanna be me now
Straight emulatin my style right to the "down down"
Can't leave out the store now better wait 'til they calm down
I got hella shorties, comin askin, "Yo where the party?"
Ohh lordy - will I continue to act naughty?
Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me thinkin fo' sho'
I'm not a man of many words but there's one thing I know - pimp

I am number one - no matter if you like it
Here take it sit down and write it
I am number one
Hey hey hey hey hey hey - now let me ask you man
What does it take to be number one?
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers (hey)
What does it take to be number one?
Hey hey hey hey

Check it, uhh, check, yo
Aiyyo I'm tired of people judgin what's real Hip-Hop
Half the time you be them niggaz who fuckin album flop
YOU KNOW! Boat done sank and it ain't left the dock
C'MON! Mad cause I'm hotHE JUST - mad cause he not
You ain't gotta gimme my props, just gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks, and keep my fans comin in flocks
'Til you top the Superbowl, keep your mouth on lock
Shhhhh {*crickets*} I'm awake, ha ha ha
I'm cocky on the mic but I'm humble in real life
Taking nothin for granted blessin e'rything on my life
Trying to see a new light at the top of the roof
Baby name not Sigel but I speak +The Truth+
I heat the booth - Nelly actin so uncouth
Top down shirt off in the coupe, spreadin the loot
With my family and friends, and my closest of kin
And I'll do it again if it means I'ma win

I am number one - no matter if you like it
Here take it sit down and write it
I am number one
Hey hey hey hey hey hey - now let me ask you man
What does it take to be number one?
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers (hey)
What does it take to be number one?
Hey hey hey hey

Heyyyy I am number one
I am number one
What does it take to be number one?
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
What does it take to be number one?
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
I am number one
Uhh uhh uh, uh uh uhh-uh uh
Listen I I, I I I-I number one
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I I, I I, number one
The two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
Number one
Cause two is not a winner and three nobody remembers

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Monday, August 2, 2010

#1 (Remix) - Lyrics - Nelly

Title: #1 (Remix)
Artist: Nelly
Composer(s): Waiel Yaghnam, Cornell Haynes

Lyric:
You better watch who you talkin boutrunnin your mouth, like you know me
You gon' fuck around and show why the "Show Me" get called the "Show Me"
Why one-on-one you can't hold me if your last name was hands
Only way you wear me out is stitch my name on your pants
No resident of Francebut you swear I'm from Paris
Hundred-six karats - total? Naw that's per wrist
Trying to compurr this - my chain to yo' chain
I'm like Sprint or Motorola - no service, out of your range
You out of your brains, thinkin I'ma shout out your name
You gotta come up with better ways than that to catch your fame
All that pressure you applyin it's time to ease off
Before I hit you from the blindside takin your sleeves off
As much as we's floss, still hard to please boss
Don't be lyin bitchin and cryin - suck it up as a loss
Cause your, acts is wack, your whole label is wack
And matter fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold that

I am number one - no matter if you like it
Here take it sit down and write it
I am number one
Hey hey hey hey hey hey - now let me ask you man
What does it take to be number one?
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers (hey)
What does it take to be number one?
Hey hey hey hey

Do you like it when I shake it for ya, daddy? Move it all around?
Let you get a peep before it touches the ground?

Hell yeah ma I love a girl that's willin to learn
Willin to get in the driver's seat and willin to turn
And not concerned about that he say, she say, did he say
What I think he said? Squash that, he probably got that off eBay
Or some, Internet access some, website chat line
Mad cause I got mine, don't wind up on the flat line
Ohh if my uncle could see me know
If he could see how many rappers wanna be me now
Straight emulatin my style right to the "down down"
Can't leave out the store now better wait 'til they calm down
I got hella shorties, comin askin, "Yo where the party?"
Ohh lordy - will I continue to act naughty?
Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me thinkin fo' sho'
I'm not a man of many words but there's one thing I know - pimp

I am number one - no matter if you like it
Here take it sit down and write it
I am number one
Hey hey hey hey hey hey - now let me ask you man
What does it take to be number one?
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers (hey)
What does it take to be number one?
Hey hey hey hey

Check it, uhh, check, yo
Aiyyo I'm tired of people judgin what's real Hip-Hop
Half the time you be them niggaz who fuckin album flop
YOU KNOW! Boat done sank and it ain't left the dock
C'MON! Mad cause I'm hotHE JUST - mad cause he not
You ain't gotta gimme my props, just gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks, and keep my fans comin in flocks
'Til you top the Superbowl, keep your mouth on lock
Shhhhh {*crickets*} I'm awake, ha ha ha
I'm cocky on the mic but I'm humble in real life
Taking nothin for granted blessin e'rything on my life
Trying to see a new light at the top of the roof
Baby name not Sigel but I speak +The Truth+
I heat the booth - Nelly actin so uncouth
Top down shirt off in the coupe, spreadin the loot
With my family and friends, and my closest of kin
And I'll do it again if it means I'ma win

I am number one - no matter if you like it
Here take it sit down and write it
I am number one
Hey hey hey hey hey hey - now let me ask you man
What does it take to be number one?
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers (hey)
What does it take to be number one?
Hey hey hey hey

Heyyyy I am number one
I am number one
What does it take to be number one?
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
What does it take to be number one?
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
I am number one
Uhh uhh uh, uh uh uhh-uh uh
Listen I I, I I I-I number one
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I I, I I, number one
The two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
Number one
Cause two is not a winner and three nobody remembers

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Rules Of The Game - Lyrics - Instructions - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Rules Of The Game
Album: Instructions
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Albert Lee Jr Harris

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Lyric:
Yo, yo, see around here
How many things can make y'all bounce
You know wha I'm sayin'?
Left to right, right to left, it's So So Def
An' yo, let it go

Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees
Number three, come down with your strap-on, strap-on
Niggas love to hate, so get your cap on, cap on

One for my niggas, ain't none for hoes
Free drinks for my niggas stayin' crunk, throwin' bows
It's ya boy' Manish Man in this bitch
Niggas love to hate, hoes jock 'cause I'm gettin' rich

Keep my mind on my fetti just to let you know
Strapped with rocks, [Incomprehensible] an' cameras in my black fo'-fo'
On the east-side, nigga, tryin' to get me some paper
Lythonia, Stone Mountain, all over Decatur

These hoes be lovin' the player, chasin', callin' me 'Baby'
But fuck that, I rather trot, these hoes are too damn shady
Look, I don't need a bitch, I'm ridin' down for me
An' fuck a gang of niggas, see, I'm a soldier G

An' ain't another nigga who got more got game than me
You need to check yo' shit because it's lame to me
Since '91 been payin' the cost to be the boss
Got no time to floss because the game's throwed off

Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees
Number three, come down with your strap-on, strap-on
Niggas love to hate, so get your cap on, cap on

Number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees
Number three, don't forget to put ya strap on ya side
Nigga, who ride, who ride? South side, South side

If anybody know 'bout paper chasin', it's me
Playboy J to the, E N D
Steady showin' niggas how we do it down south
Steady ridin' shit that ain't even came out

In the club, VIP is where you find me at
Private planes, ice chains, I don't know how to act
Every city got me somethin' pretty, keep 'em on they back
If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that

If it's my shit off the top, you can tell
Cranberry, pineapple, four bottles of Bale
Cats that play sports, rap fresh from jail
Hoes in packs, screamin' out, ?ATL?

See, I'm the type of nigga that was built for cash
Drive me an' droppin', puttin' down a smash
Knowin' nothin' in life but how to make these hits
Get paper, spit game in, pull me a bitch

Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees
Number three, come down with your strap-on, strap-on
Niggas love to hate, so get your cap on, cap on

Number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees
Number three, don't forget to put the strap on ya side
Nigga, who ride, who ride? East side, East side

Fuck these hoes, fuck these snitches
Down south niggas, chop twenty-inches
Fuck these snitches an' fuck these hoes
Four TV screen's, big Chevy, four doors

Niggas best believe I'mma represent
Hardcore niggas gettin' dead presidents
Where the real niggas went? I'mma let you know
Lay back with the strap an' they ain't found no mo'

These lil' niggas trippin', all that hollarin', screamin'
I know yo' momma saw dick, she should've swallowed that semen
Now I'm drivin' through your block, red hot like a demon
Cock it back, all you see is the beam from my demon

And it ain't no ping ping nigga, black eye, black eye
No respect for the game, you better watch out, watch out
Got this shit on lock an' now you locked out, locked out
All that hate on a playa gon' get you knocked out, knocked out

Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees
Number three, come down with your strap-on, strap-on
Niggas love to hate, so get your cap on, cap on

Number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees
Number three, don't forget to put the strap on ya side
Nigga, who ride, who ride? East side, East side

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

52 - Kj Five Two - Lyrics - It's Pronounced Five Two - Kj

Title: 52 - Kj Five Two
Album: It's Pronounced Five Two
Artist: Kj
Composer(s): Todd V Collins, Michael Douglas Ripoll, Jonah Sorrentino

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Lyric:
Ladies an' gentlemen
Now put your hands together for KJ-fifty two
Uh, actually it's five two
Oh, I'm sorry I meant KJ-90210
No it's KJ-52

Oh, excuse me, excuse me KJ-U571
No your not hearin' me it's five two, five two
Oh, I mean KJ-AK47
No man just pay attention man

My name is KJ aka KJ five two
My name is KJ it is so nice to meet you
My name is KJ aka KJ five two
My name is KJ it is so nice to meet you

My name is KJ, five two, brown hair eyes of blue
20 lbs. cockin' in at six foot two
You can catch me watchin' Veggie Tales sippin' Mountain Dew
Spendin' too much money at the mall and Gadzooks

Now I'm rollin' through McDonald's I'm gettin' a number two
But I know they gonna act rude and mess up my food
Here's your cheeseburger and plus your coke too
Ha, ha thanks a lot but where's my fries at fool?

I tried to grow a mullet way back in high school
I was like, "Now everybody gonna think that I'm cool
And the girls are gonna say I'm cuter than Tom Cruise"
But instead they laugh at me like the Sponge Bob dude

Lookin' back I don't know just how I made it through
But you live and learn, that just what you go through
'Cause nowadays kids be like "KJ rocks dude"

My name is KJ aka KJ five two
(Everybody stay tuned)
My name is KJ it is so nice to meet you
My name is KJ aka KJ five two
My name is KJ it is so nice to meet you

My name is KJ five two
Now ya'll be messin' up my name
It's not fifty two it don't stand for King James
I waited too long now so let me explain
John 6:9 let me break it down plain

Five loaves two fishes is what a boy gave
So I took what I had and I just did the same
Put it all in his hands and I just walked away
I said, "Lord, it's all Yours You can have the whole thing"

I know what I bring it might sound a little strange
But I'm not in it just for this money or the fame
Feel just the same ain't nothin' ever changed
I still drive a mini van and naw I ain't ashamed

Sippin' Lipton Iced Tea dippin' switchin' lanes
Like an insane soccer mom about to hit the game
Yellin' at the lame drivers sayin', "Get out of the way"

My name is KJ aka KJ five two
(Ya'll know the name)
My name is KJ it is so nice to meet you
My name is KJ aka KJ five two
My name is KJ it is so nice to meet you
My name is KJ five two

My name is KJ aka KJ five two
My name is KJ it is so nice to meet you
My name is KJ aka KJ five two
My name is KJ it is so nice to meet you

My name is KJ aka KJ five two
My name is KJ it is so nice to meet you
My name is KJ aka KJ five two
My name is KJ it is so nice to meet you
My name is KJ five two

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

40 - Ring It - Lyrics - Tha Hall of Game - E

Title: 40 - Ring It
Album: Tha Hall of Game
Artist: E
Composer(s): Anthony Douglas Gilmour, R Waller, Earl Stevens, Robert Lee Green, C Williams

Lyric:
Aight, what's really?
You hit my liker number
This Sick Wid It, Jive Records
Leave your message at the beep

Yeah, on my pager
What you say?
Oh yeah
Kick that shit then nigga

Higher than a bird, off that herb, in the O A K
Off on perv, parked on curb, rollin' up a vay
Licked it three times, laced it with the Alize
About twomp a day, baby hit me frequently
Sneak, and forty, from chocolate short-ay, we been
All prepared, 'cause my nights is no day, the broad say
I last! 'Cause you six months
But I say, she pullin' a gang of major stunts

Bust, bust niggaz, consequences when you're doin' the do
Fuck around and get caught up in a catch twenty-two
In the area, dirt and dust
Where the yah! B.A. Plus
But ain't yo sista Suga-T? Suga-T
Ain't you the one that say sprinkle me, sprinkle me
I loves me some Forty-Ridah
I seen you up in 2Pac's video poppin' your collar

I play this playa shit like Bugs Bunny
Ain't no cartoon figure nigga I makes money, ain't nuttin' funny
If you're ever in some funk, call your potnah on the cell
And leave one-eighty-seven, at the end of the number
Benzy on Washington, on the cellular phone
You could tell that the Easy Bay was his home
My people goin off like a high school build
And all my money in stacks, and all my pockets on swell

Mobbin' like a playa, but I'm still a G doe
Pager goin' off like C-3PO
Time for the Hurricane, E said word
I put a nigga on his back, fuck what you heard

If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

I be so rebel-yalous
When I'm talkin' on my phone-telyalous
You can have my baitch, but I maintain
I chop it up as a loss and charge it to the game
She said you must be playin' some kind of phone tag
'Cause every time I hit you, you don't hit me back
Why is dat? 'Cause you're hella hard to get in contact with
Thought you thought, was killin' big girl was crackin' on some crabs

Six o'clock, the girl said that's my crib be at the West plus
Due to go, left me at home be
Leavin' my ass up in the living room all alone
And I be starvin' rubbin' my monkey fiendin' for some Donkey Kong
Now you're talkin', let's get the show on the road
I know you're tired of barkin', you need to hop on my load
So we can stab out, strike rock and Arroyo Park
At the top of hill, so I can check your oil

I said ah one to the two ah two to two three, tell me why your
Baby momma keep on pagin' me, I didn't give the hoe the number
So why does she call, she says she wanna do me, and all of y'all
But I'm like that nigga on The Mack, I don't want the honey
I want the money some of you niggaz is funny style and meanwhile
I'm sellin' my piece to these tricks 'cause it's the paper chase
Laced with game, see I'm livin' in the hustlers dream, call up a player
If it's major, especially if it's scrilla nigga hit me on my pager

If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

Rang it, baby gimme a call
My name you're screamin', how I be hittin' them walls
You got me tinglin', how you be workin' them drawers
With a kiss I make 'em all say this, yeah that's raw
I glance your cut, bass we, big cheeks
With a blast headin' straight for the nut, big A&H
Got some bitches all in the cut, it's that season
Drop my number to the hoe to hit me up

Yo, you're 911ing me to death, what's all that fo'
Got my Williams and fillin' my pager and pager on the overflo'
What's happenin' with all that old bullshit is it really all that
Damn serious, You're draining the hell out of my battery
Got your partner thinkin' curious 'cause in the Y E A A R E A
The game ain't constipated, buckin' around in the Golden State where
The game originated, fools be scandalous they used to be squares
Be turnin' vicious, hit me on pager, hit me if it's major

If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
Ring, ring, ring, ring it
Ring my telephone
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
You better ring my telephone

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

1 2 Many - Lyrics - Common

Title: 1 2 Many
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Ernest Wilson

Lyric:
One wa-wa one, one two, one two
One wa-wa one, one two, one two
One tigga one, one two, one two
Dug Inf on production, my man
Com for the discussion, check it

One day, I was tryin' to be myself
The same day this thug say, "You gotta come hard"
Nigga, times is hard, I'm tryin' hard to make it
It ain't hard to tell, it's hard for me to fake it

Plus, it's hard to be me, it's hard to stop drinkin'
I guess it's hard for you hard niggaz to start thinkin'
Pussy MCs stinkin' so I can't get hard
Some, become MCs 'cause it's hard to get a job

Hard for you to trust people, you don't trust in God
Even harder to be the Gods we created to be
This Western way of life ain't native to me
Put one nigga in your Pulp Fiction that related to me

I hate it that we, the only race that call our women hoes
Niggaz, be too hard to say, "Ho" at the shows
I rose like a florist to bring the flavor like a Taurus
Might not have the murderous verse, but I stay hard to the chorus

Took this girl to work, she say I ain't have a real job
Like that dick you had last night, baby, I work real hard
Simple motherfuckers tellin' me hard is criminal

Niggaz you thought was hard, you pourin' out your liquor for
Years ago, I thought I was hard, in high school fightin'
Now, I'm the hardest man working in show business
Handle your business or shut the fuck up

It's just one two many niggaz got cars and no land
One two many niggaz with cash and no plan
One two many niggaz that's tryin' to MC
That's one two many niggaz comin' up to me

That's one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz
That's one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz
One, two

Forever, I ain't gon' be rappin'
Shit'll happen to me, I gotta let niggaz know
This mark asked me do I know his cousin Jimbo
Nigga, I don't even know myself

You want me to get you in
Jack, I'm trying to get through the do' myself
Opportunity knocked, but he ain't call 'fore he came
Yeah, I got a name, but only twenty dollars to it

Next album you gon' blow, up my ass, you done blew it before
Being in my video, what's that gonna do for your life?
Get you some pussy? You should be gettin rump off GP
Quit that you look like you say I seen you on TV

I be readin' niggaz but readin' be makin' me sleepy
(Hey)
So strong am I, A Hundred Styles and Runnin'
Niggaz stuck on one and them-a ran by
Claimin' they fly but they stand by

I come truer than a dream, and youse a damn lie
With that anti-rap, complainin' about this and about that
Sounding bitch like, that ain't gonna make a nigga get right
I'm number one

One two many niggaz tryin' to tell me bout they theory
One two many niggaz that ain't tryin' to hear me
One two many niggaz doin' shows that don't happen
One two many niggaz life depend on rappin'

That's one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz
That's one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz
One, two

One two many niggaz can't find they niche
One two many niggaz wanna be my bitch

Nigga, one two many niggaz
Nigga, one two many niggaz
Nigga, one two many niggaz
...

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Hey Nas - Lyrics - God's Son - Nas

Title: Hey Nas
Album: God's Son
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Kenni Burke, Nasir Jones, Allan Felder, Salaam Gibbs, Norma Wright

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Lyric:
The phone rings
Another peaceful moment is lost
Latifah's chest jingle in "Set It Off"
I press pause in the bed as a king
I let it ring 4 or 5 times
Answer while I'm puffin' my green
It's Tamika sayin', "Hi Nas"
I caught a flashback of her askin' me
Was I asthmatic 'fore I tapped that
She offered me dinner under the moon
I said, "Sorry, I made plans at Ray's Boom-Boom Room"

Nine push-ups, strength's gone
At the tenth one so why hook up
The pimp's gone off the Platron Tequila
Put on my Lee's and the original Fila's
Sedated from L's, 380 cocked
Naked ladies laid up in tails
Like Whodini I chose, gazelles don't lean on my nose
Drivin' by the clubs gleamin' and go

Heads turn it's a freak show
I need them to know when will they learn
Nas need a queen not a hoe to
Point out my enemies, a girl who's into me
But not a hype chick
Someone with proper energy
Someone who's into me but won't fuck with my enemies
And you can sing along 'cuz I'm feelin' ya energy

Hey Nas, how ya doin'?
Take my name and my number
Meanwhile, we'll be groovin'
But let's take it slow

One for the honeys who roll blunts up but don't smoke
Two for the few who see potential in you when you broke
Three for the G they got, they game is hot I give it to you
Double life wife play with the man that's livin' with you
Here's the issue a woman gotta be stunnin'
Get to a man's heart through his stomach
You gotta be skilled in the culinary arts
Know a brother stay mad hungry when he spark

Hit the museum, maybe Central Park, you mentally smart
Picture we in Tiffany, you becomin' my counterpart
If I want Chinese then you buy me a wok
If you want barbeque I call Professor and Ock
'Cuz you point out my enemies, someone who's into me
But not a hyper chick someone with the proper energy
A girl that's into me who won't fuck all my enemies
And you could be the one 'cuz I'm lovin' ya energy

Hey Nas, how ya doin'?
Take my name, and my number
Meanwhile, we'll be cruisin'
But let's take it slow

Slow is the way
Holdin' hands, tongue and hickeys
Hope and I pray where I run at you
Run away with me
That's if my gun get busy
We gotta get outta there
Hear sirens jump in the stick
Drop a sedan and hide for years
Like none else in the world

Did this except for us two
You gotta trust me, I gotta trust you
If coppers bust me it's me you rescue
This to the death boo
You rep me respectfully that's how I rep for you
Retired from pimpin', perspire is drenchin'
As we suck and fuck each other's minds out commission
Time's out forbidden
Until we pass out, that's when we stop

We give it all we got, give it all we got, we hot
Give it all we got, give it all we got, we rock
Give it all we got, give it all we got

You 'bout the baddest thing
Since Michael had Billy Jean
And Prince gave you diamonds and pearls
But to be my queen you must
Point out my enemies, a girl who's into me
But not a hype chick, someone with proper energy
Someone who's into me who won't fuck all my enemies
And you can be the one 'cuz I'm feelin' ya energy

Hey Nas, how ya doin'?
Take my name, and my number
Meanwhile, we'll be cruisin'
But let's take it slow

I can be what you said
That you need, I can be, all that
I can be, I can have your back, baby
I can be what you said
That you need, I can be, all that
I can be, I can have your back, baby

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Cloud #9 - Lyrics - Bryan Adams

Title: Cloud #9
Artist: Bryan Adams
Composer(s): Bryan Adams, Max Martin, Gretchen Peters

Lyric:
Number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine

Clue number one, was when you knocked on my door
Clue number two, was the look that you wore
That's when I knew it was a pretty good sign
Somethin' was wrong up on cloud number nine

Well it's a long way up and we won't come down tonight
Well it may be wrong but baby, it sure feels right
Oh yeah!

And the moon is out, and the stars are bright
And whatever comes gonna be alright
'Cause tonight you will be mine, up on cloud number nine
And there ain't no place, that I'd rather be
And we can't go back, but you're here with me
Yeah, the weather is really fine, up on cloud number nine

Now he hurt you, and you hurt me
And that wasn't the way it was supposed to be
So baby tonight let's leave the world behind
And spend some time, up on cloud number nine

Well it's a long way up and we won't come down tonight
Well it may be wrong but baby, it sure feels right
Alright

When the moon is out, and the stars are bright
And whatever comes gonna be alright
'Cause tonight you will be mine, up on cloud number nine
And there ain't no place, that I'd rather be
And we can't go back, but you're here with me
Yeah, the weather is really fine, up on cloud number nine

Number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine

Well we won't come down tonight
Yeah we won't come down tonight
No we won't come down tonight

'Cause the moon is out and the stars are bright
And whatever comes gonna be alright
This tonight you will be mine, up on cloud number nine
Oh yeah!
And there ain't no place, that I'd rather be
And we can't go back, but you're here with me
Yeah the weather is really fine, up on cloud number nine
Yeah we can watch the world go by, up on cloud number nine

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Grown &Amp; Sexy - Lyrics - Grown & Sexy - Babyface

Title: Grown &Amp; Sexy
Album: Grown & Sexy
Artist: Babyface
Composer(s): Daryl Simmons, Kenneth Babyface Edmonds

Lyric:
He be playing you like you was a drive-thru
(Looking for that quick love to go)
I wonder when was the last time he held you
(I bet you don't even know)

He barely talks to you
Bet he don't even know your number
Got you on auto-dial
Still he ain't called in awhile

It's all about the clubs
(His rides, his clothes)
It's all about himself
(That's how he rolls)
Ain't like you need a reason to be leavin'
Well I got ten for you girl

One, because I'm grown and I'm sexy
Two, because I know much more
Three, you know I got whatcha missin'
(That should give me credit for my number four)
Five, 'cause I don't need your money
Six, I got a real good job

Seven, I got cash
Eight, I got a crib
(Even got a diamond if you're down for it)
Nine, is 'cause I know you better than you know yourself
Ten, is 'cause I'm grown and sexy
(Like nobody else)

How you affordably gettin' that apartment
(When he don't even want a job)
The player don't amount to nothing
(He still living with his moms)

He only comes to you
Whenever he be needing something
You know he's running game on you
'Cause all that player do

Its all about his world
(It's all he knows)
Its not about you girl
(That's how he rolls)
Ain't like you need a reason to be leavin'
Well I got ten for you girl

One, because I'm grown and I'm sexy
Two, because I know much more
Three, you know I got whatcha missin'
(That should give me credit for my number four)
Five, 'cause I don't need your money
Six, I got a real good job

Seven, I got cash
Eight, I got a crib
(Even got a diamond if you're down for it)
Nine, is 'cause I know you better than you know yourself
Ten, is 'cause I'm grown and sexy
(Like nobody else)

Baby, come and go with me
Come and share my world
(Share my world)
He can't give you half the things I can give you girl

Things like love, because I'm grown and I'm sexy
I'm understanding, I do it all for you
You don't need reason to be leavin'
Girl, I got ten for you

One, because I'm grown and I'm sexy
Two, because I know much more
Three, you know I got whatcha missin'
(That should give me credit for my number four)
Five, 'cause I don't need your money
Six, I got a real good job

Seven, I got cash
Eight, I got a crib
(Even got a diamond if you're down for it)
Nine, is 'cause I know you better than you know yourself
Ten, is 'cause I'm grown and sexy
(Like nobody else baby)

One, because I'm grown and I'm sexy
Two, because I know much more
Three, you know I got whatcha missin'
(That should give me credit for my number four)
Five, 'cause I don't need your money
Six, I got a real good job

Seven, I got cash
Eight, I got a crib
(Even got a diamond if you're down for it)
Nine, is 'cause I know you better than you know yourself
Ten, is 'cause I'm grown and sexy
(Like)

One, because I'm grown and I'm sexy
Two, because I know much more
Three, you know I got whatcha missin'
Four
Five, 'cause I don't need your money
Six, I got a real good job

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Look At The Grillz - Lyrics - Living Legends - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Look At The Grillz
Album: Living Legends
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Lamarquis Jefferson, Jonathan Smith, Craig Love

Lyric:
Look at the grill, look at the grill
Look at the grill, look at the grill
Look at the grill

This for my niggaz with the bank roles
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz with the pretty cars
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz who got all the hoes
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz who don't give a fuck
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz with the bank roles
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz with the pretty cars
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz who got all the hoes
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz who don't give a fuck
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
(Hey, Grand hustle Bad Boy south lets ride nigga)

Chevy super clean, two or three screens
Watch a nigga be to the left I lean
50 karats in the crown, niggaz no more scream
Just to let you sucker niggaz know I'm the king

This green I smoke we call it drow
It's dead-liest from Memphis Tenn
You see my folk we ain't no joke
Don't turn this into a murder scene

I'm paranoid, tone misquoted
Should not since my early teens
But I'm drop that note, grab me under sixteen
You can bring all the niggaz you want to bring

Hey, I thought you were runnin' things
All you did was run the screens
Must be out his mind thinkin' the steel won't touch him
See it on the bush let it burn like Usher

Click, click, bang you can end the discussion
Ain't shit sweet cause I seen you unpleasant
I steal would spray broad day ain't nothin'
The lilac one AK doing somethin'

I'm immuned to the drama
Act a fool if you wanna
Lean in my pocket, 40 calb by the stomach
He acting' like he want it, I'm show a nigga somethin'
Somebody phinna to have put [incomprehensible]

I don't tolerate suckas who be trying me
Take a special kind of nigga to defies me
Similar to 8ball and MJG been coming that hard since '93
Niggaz know, ain't no out shinning me
I've been the G you're tryin' to be
I mob with gorillas, squaders and robbers
And killers true niggaz gonna ride me

This for my niggaz with the bank roles
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz with the pretty cars
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz who got all the hoes
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz who don't give a fuck
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz with the bank roles
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz with the pretty cars
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz who got all the hoes
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz who don't give a fuck
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
Look at the grill

Take a look at my wheels, rolling through the south
Still spinning and I'm still smoking heavy
Look at both of my grills, my motherfuckin' mouth
Looking just like the rims on the Chevy

Pimp twist I'm a playa still, ballin' in the game come major bills
Come and take a trip with me to hater Ville
On some 24 omegas and gator grill fuck a twist
Fuck you bitch, I don't really wanna have to bust you bitch
Roman gold shine so hard niggaz out here
Know they can't touch that shit

I don't trip, niggaz pull up
I be lookin' proud when I bust that Dutch
Specially when I look at the mac in the black Cadillac
And the bubbles in the Hummer truck

When you see a nigga cruise through
Niggaz try to jack you and loose my coop is by the kennel wheels
Mother fucker wanna take my style
'Cause niggaz out here know I'm only fuckin' with the bonnet grills

And the haters wanna see me fall
How can I let y'all niggaz play me
Shited on their good then I pull up
From my vehicle while bumpin' 8 Ball & MJG

Twista bitch and I from the shy
With my Memphis connect and I ain't going' lie
We be specializing in and up coming with dope shit
And pulling up in cool whips that's fly
Still drink, still blow, then I creep through the hood real slow
While I bump kamikaze shit, while I scream look at my grill hoe

This for my niggaz with the bank roles
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz with the pretty cars
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz who got all the hoes
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz who don't give a fuck
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz with the bank roles
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz with the pretty cars
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz who got all the hoes
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz who don't give a fuck
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
Look at the grill

Old grill smile, wiling out up in the VIP
The club close at five 'o'clock, we pulling up around three
Wood grain, wheel grippin', Cinderella sippin'
I like my jewelry golden like a piece of fried chicken

Money players is demon like I'm willy beamin'
Like a bitch that practice suckin' dick and drinkin' semen
She sceamin', dreamin', wishin' she can be my number one
Forever young, mama I just wanna' to have some fun

Don't try to ever take my cash from me
You mine as well, jump of a cliff you fuckin' crash dummy
Like that's my last money
This for my niggaz who be bussin' back to perpetrators
We don't discriminate, we'll hurt now hurt you later

But I ain't worried, I smoke one on you fuckin' haters
And I'm hiddin' gators on the refrigerator
Down south Memphis Tenn pimpin' gotta rep it
The third I did, that nigga rugg, boy that nigga pimpin'

This for my niggaz with the bank roles
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz with the pretty cars
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz who got all the hoes
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz who don't give a fuck
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz with the bank roles
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz with the pretty cars
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

This for my niggaz who got all the hoes
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz who don't give a fuck
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
Look at the grill

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Monday, August 16, 2010

My Kinda Girl - Lyrics - A Closer Look - Babyface

Title: My Kinda Girl
Album: A Closer Look
Artist: Babyface
Composer(s): Kenny Edmonds, Daryl Simmons, Antonio Reid

Lyric:
First, there is no doubt
Not for a minute
You've always been my heart's
Number one and number two
Girl, you were right there
And I won't forget it
By my side for all those nights
I had to hold on to you

If there's one thing that I know
Girl, you are my heart and soul
When I needed love indeed
You were always there for me

And I'll make love stay
Till my dying day
And it really makes me feel good
Just to say

After all that we've been through
It's so nice to know someone like you
Still cares for me, baby
'Cause you're my kinda lady
And no matter what I do
I promise that I'll keep on
Loving you, pretty baby
'Cause you're my kinda lady
You're my kinda girl

Now I know
That nothin' could separate us
You'll always be my girl
I will always be your man
We go as far
As love's gonna take us
To the room of love we'll zoom
Long as we're hand in hand

If there's one thing that I know
Girl, I'll always love you so
When I needed love to be
You were always there for me

And I'll make love stay
Till my dying day
And it really makes me feel good
Just to say

After all that we've been through
It's so nice to know someone like you
Still cares for me, baby
'Cause you're my kinda lady
And no matter what I do?
I promise that I'll keep on
Loving you, pretty baby
'Cause you're my kinda lady
You're my kinda girl

After all that we've been through oh baby
It's so nice to know someone like you
Still cares for me, baby
'Cause you're my kinda lady
And no matter what I do
I promise that I'll keep on
Loving you, pretty baby
'Cause you're my kinda lady
You're my kinda girl
My kinda girl
My kinda girl

I get a real good feelin'
Deep inside my soul
Girl, when you're around
I just lose control
And I can't stop thinkin'
'Bout the way I feel
Girl, you are the only one
That gives me chills
And I can't stop lover
'Cause you mean too much
Ooh I start to lose it, girl
Whenever we touch
We got too much time
And that's for sure
We need to stay together
And never let go, no

My my my my my my my my my my kinda girlie
You're my kinda girl, you're my kinda girl
'Cause you're my kinda girl

After all that we've been through
It's so nice to know someone like you
Still cares for me, baby
'Cause you're my kinda lady
And no matter what I do
I promise that I'll keep on
Loving you, pretty baby
'Cause you're my kinda lady
You're my kinda girl
My kinda girl
You're my kinda girl

After all that we've been through oh baby
It's so nice to know someone like you

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Aunt Dot - Lyrics - The Notorious K.I.M. - Lil' Kim

Title: Aunt Dot
Album: The Notorious K.I.M.
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Mario Winans, Kimberly Jones

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Lyric:
My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets
Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets
Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece
Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer

What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?
Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies
I heard a knock at the door
To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes

Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?
She called me by my government name, Kimberly
Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie
She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie

Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly
She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match
Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose
And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit
Then she handed me the note, here, read this

I just stared her up and down
'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it
It said, "Bitches is out to get you
Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz"

"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends
They know where you live, so evacuate the crib
And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice
Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her"

"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol
And tomorrow is her first violin recital
And she would be more than happy if you could take her
Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later"

Damn, what went wrong?
Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?
Bitches all up in my ass like a thong
If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'

'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on
What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on
What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future
To bring back your head like Medusa

Girls be actin' stink, mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'
I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all

Girls be actin' stink, mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'
I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all

Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather
It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together
How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me
And dress like me and look like me

And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house
Askin' me for money, day in, day out
And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha
She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha

C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.
I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine
C'mon please, I wanna be just like you
600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies

Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and
H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock
Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes
But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls

Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's
Versace hottie in designer clothes
Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us
Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus

I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E
But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee
What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?
Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean

You know what? I like you, little big person
Rule number one, no cursin'
Anyway, what you know about that?
You too young for that, when I was your age

I woulda got hung for that
Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot
So she could fill me in a little more about the plot
Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two

"Hello?" Yo, what's the deal?
Why these bitches buggin' out
I mean, what's this all about?
"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy

They don't want you to win no more
Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more
And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more
The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store

I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door"
For real? "Yup, then I choked the bitch out
At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet
Through her in my backseat

Then I dumped her on a dead-end street
The other two? Yeah, they still linger
But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em
So just pray I come home

And when we hang up, get rid of your phone"
Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother
It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another
Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex

And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next
'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu
Is the reason why the story is to be continued

Girls be actin' stink, mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'
I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all

Girls be actin' stink, mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'
I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all

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