Bet On It - Lyrics - Zac Efron

Title: Bet On It
Artist: Zac Efron
Composer(s): Tim James, Antonina Armato

Lyric:
Everybody's always talking at me
Everybody's trying to get in my head
I wanna listen to my own heart talking
I need to count on myself instead

Did you ever
Lose yourself to get what you want?
Did you ever
Get on a ride, then wanna get off?

Did you ever push away the ones
You should've held close?
Did you ever let go?
Did you ever not know?

I'm not gonna stop, that's who I am
I'll give it all I got, that is my plan
Will I find what I lost? You know you can
Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it
(Bet on me)

I wanna make it right, that is the way
To turn my life around, today is the day
Am I the type of guy who means what I say?
Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it

How will I know if there's a path worth taking?
Should I question every move I make?
With all I?ve lost, my heart is breaking
I don't wanna make the same mistake

Did you ever
Doubt your dream will ever come true?
Did you ever
Blame the world and never blame you?

I will never
Try to live a lie again
I don't wanna win this game
If I can't play it my way

I'm not gonna stop, that's who I am
(Who I am)
I'll give it all I got, that is my plan
(That's my plan)

Will I find what I lost? You know you can
(You know you can)
Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it
(Bet on me)

I wanna make it right, that is the way
To turn my life around, today is the day
Am I the type of guy who means what I say?
Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it

Hold up, give me room to think
Bring it on down
Gotta work on my swing
Gotta do my own thing, hold up

It's no good at all to see yourself
And not recognize your face
Out on my own, it's such a scary place
The answers are all inside of me
All I gotta do is believe

I'm not gonna stop
Not gonna stop 'til I get my shot
That's who I am, that is my plan
Will I end up on top?

You can bet on it, bet on it
Bet on it, bet on it
You can bet on it, bet on it
Bet on it, bet on it

I wanna make it right, that is the way
To turn my life around, today is the day
Am I the type of guy who means what I say?
Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it
(You can bet on me)

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Bet On It - Lyrics - High School Musical 2 - Various Artists

Title: Bet On It
Album: High School Musical 2
Artist: Various Artists
Composer(s): Tim James, Antonina Armato

Lyric:
Everybody's always talking at me
Everybody's trying to get in my head
I wanna listen to my own heart talking
I need to count on myself instead

Did you ever
Lose yourself to get what you want?
Did you ever
Get on a ride, then wanna get off?

Did you ever push away the ones
You should've held close?
Did you ever let go?
Did you ever not know?

I'm not gonna stop, that's who I am
I'll give it all I got, that is my plan
Will I find what I lost? You know you can
Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it
(Bet on me)

I wanna make it right, that is the way
To turn my life around, today is the day
Am I the type of guy who means what I say?
Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it

How will I know if there's a path worth taking?
Should I question every move I make?
With all I?ve lost, my heart is breaking
I don't wanna make the same mistake

Did you ever
Doubt your dream will ever come true?
Did you ever
Blame the world and never blame you?

I will never
Try to live a lie again
I don't wanna win this game
If I can't play it my way

I'm not gonna stop, that's who I am
(Who I am)
I'll give it all I got, that is my plan
(That's my plan)

Will I find what I lost? You know you can
(You know you can)
Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it
(Bet on me)

I wanna make it right, that is the way
To turn my life around, today is the day
Am I the type of guy who means what I say?
Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it

Hold up, give me room to think
Bring it on down
Gotta work on my swing
Gotta do my own thing, hold up

It's no good at all to see yourself
And not recognize your face
Out on my own, it's such a scary place
The answers are all inside of me
All I gotta do is believe

I'm not gonna stop
Not gonna stop 'til I get my shot
That's who I am, that is my plan
Will I end up on top?

You can bet on it, bet on it
Bet on it, bet on it
You can bet on it, bet on it
Bet on it, bet on it

I wanna make it right, that is the way
To turn my life around, today is the day
Am I the type of guy who means what I say?
Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it
(You can bet on me)

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On Bail - Lyrics - Xzibit

Title: On Bail
Artist: Xzibit
Composer(s): George A Louriano, Delmar Arnaud, James Corrine, Bosco Kante, Alvin Joiner, Faheem Najm, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Yeah, help for the helpless
Big money, big cars, big weed
Y'all know what time it is
But you better stack that money for bail

I'm on bail, got that weight for sale
Strawberries and blueberries all on a *** tail
I'm on bail, bet not 'nare *** tell
Bet not 'nare *** tell, yeah

I'm on bail, got that weight for sale
Strawberries and blueberries all on a *** tail
I'm on bail, bet not 'nare *** tell
Bet not 'nare *** tell, yeah

I'm on a two million dollar bail
Caught with the products that them young *** sell
I'm fresh outta cells, twelve hours later
My clientèle hit my pager
The situation gettin' thick, dat *** Daz is major

I live the life of a gangster, I rob gangsters
Ten years up on the table, I deny that flavor
See a fighter to the fullest, if I lose, I catch a bullet
Can't tell a *** nuttin' when he starvin' and losin'

Now I'm back up on the street, completely, correctly
You disrespect me, it's the same that's it's gon' be
Automatics get tragic when you let *** have it
Then I'm caught back up like before, I gotta stack my cabbage

Monday mornin', 8:30, right back in court
Couple of homeboys, my momma give me full support
Raised up filthy but the Lord be with me
Like a Heaven, it's the verdict and the jury, 'Not guilty'

I'm on bail, got that weight for sale
Strawberries and blueberries all on a *** tail
I'm on bail, bet not 'nare *** tell
Bet not 'nare *** tell, yeah

I'm on bail, got that weight for sale
Strawberries and blueberries all on a *** tail
I'm on bail, bet not 'nare *** tell
Bet not 'nare *** tell, yeah

They used to have me on that paperwork
'Cause I used make my paper work, lifestyle covered with dirt
See I was first on my block with 40 caliber glock
Similarities to my uncut, they ready to rock

'Cause everybody wanna ball, nobody wanna get caught
Only the pros and the cons get to stack these knots
Motherf*** want that Benz with the millions by the karats
When they pacin' all day, they start talkin' like a parrot

Information, they sharin', so be cautious where you walk
Never pillow talk behind closed doors in the dark
It might creep back and bite you, indict you, convict you
To a five by nine for a very long time

*** droppin' dimes, *** is droppin' whole hundreds
So the hood's gettin' skinny and the one-times love it
If I don't go get it, then the next *** will
So I kill at will with my gauge in them killin' fields

I'm on bail, got that weight for sale
Strawberries and blueberries all on a *** tail
I'm on bail, bet not 'nare *** tell
Bet not 'nare *** tell, yeah

I'm on bail, got that weight for sale
Strawberries and blueberries all on a *** tail
I'm on bail, bet not 'nare *** tell
Bet not 'nare *** tell, yeah

Tell my momma to put the house up, wait, the house cost too much
Tell her to get a hundred grand out the Porsche truck
It's just like a house 'cause I take a bath in it
Get *** in it and I gotta stash in it

*** hash in it, blueberry chocolate tah
*** chronic make me see ***, like 2Pac alive
Bandanna knotted in the front like 2Pac alive
Walkin' out the courthouse, spittin' on the camera guy

I bang 'Thug Life' but this ain't Death Row
This some gangster *** for my *** down on death row
Exhibit A, watch how I let the tec go
And Exhibit B, burn the rubber on the West coast

I'm on bail, got that weight for sale
Strawberries and blueberries all on a *** tail
I'm on bail, bet not 'nare *** tell
Bet not 'nare *** tell, yeah

I'm on bail, got that weight for sale
Strawberries and blueberries all on a *** tail
I'm on bail, bet not 'nare *** tell
Bet not 'nare *** tell, yeah

I'm on bail, got that weight for sale
Strawberries and blueberries all on a *** tail
I'm on bail, bet not 'nare *** tell
Bet not 'nare *** tell, yeah

I'm on bail, got that weight for sale
Strawberries and blueberries all on a *** tail
I'm on bail, bet not 'nare *** tell
Bet not 'nare *** tell, yeah

Y'all know y'all miss that

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Who'S It On - Lyrics - Casual

Title: Who'S It On
Artist: Casual
Composer(s): Nathan Davis, Teren Delvon Jones, John Owens, P Peacock, Damian Siguenza

Lyric:
My name be Pep Love
Over the loop, I scoop, and do a flip
Alleyoup, put a dip in a hula hoop
And spin her as I went in her
Ahe's hot like diner, she sounds like a tenor
Then again I wouldn't know, yo

What is the subject the way that Pep Love check
Mics and throw rights and lefts don't move or budge yet
'Cause Hieroglyphics in the motherfuckin' house
I rips descriptions of MC's duckin' out

As we step in Pep and Del and Casual leave the weapons
'Cause we flippin' this funky shit for the crowds acceptance
I've been around the world and I, I, I never seen
A crew of fresher niggaz that just be actin' all in they teens

Never stallin', as soon as we fill in the scene
I bet ya that I wet ya MC's like a dream
Bringin' a pow pow shootin up like coke in the veins
But now, now I'd rather have smoke in the brain
Who's the pimp? The nigga that profits when I rock shit I spin
Check this shit which I have concocted then you can jock it

"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??

"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??

Yeah, it's time I add flavor, and I'm glad I came
Your style is lame, you picked a bad time.
Del will propel rhymes and tell minds to calculate
When it comes to rhymes I know I'll be great

Inside my ride when I get it, I won't have to kid it
I'm right around the corner you mourn or you shitted, bricks
I gets my kicks with my tricks and my treats
The agenda will send ya in and out through my landscape

I will ban fakes, phony figures
No need for alarm 'cause I'm the nigga
You're in the wrong place at the wrong time
And you'll catch a pistol whippin' but if you got a bong fine

Nowadays I don't forget what is flavor, interlockin'
Not meant for mockin, or plagiary I'm the major G, ask your agency
How my pager's free of anguish, ya strange bitch

I never saw you, we all crew so you small crews gets no attention
I commence to blend, within the background
Like a chameleon, revealin' them
This is how I track down traitors and the faders

"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??

"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??

I'm comin' phat, so don't mistake dude
I gate crews drop that shit kid I'll make ya kneel
Bow when I reveal real styles

Electrocutin' we wreck the cute scene rappin', adaptin'
'Cause the sacs spend his lifetime, tryin' to bite mine
It's quite funny word to the money that they say we gettin'
My crew's judicial, you're superficial

Need I say more, niggaz get vexed
Now they got me leavin bodies on the floor like homeless
I slice your spleen, I'm twice as mean
Your dome is disconnected, we wreck shit

Niggaz don't know how to flow
That disgusts me, and keeps me bustin'
I must clean the hip-hop scene
I'm aware, no one can compare so I fiend

To hear a nigga who can flow better, you no better
Hieroglyphics runnin' shit from here till after forever
So clever MC's take shorts because John knows who's it on

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Wonderful Night - Lyrics - Palookaville - Fatboy Slim

Title: Wonderful Night
Album: Palookaville
Artist: Fatboy Slim
Composer(s): Norman Cook, Lateef Daumont

Lyric:
It's a wonderful night
You gotta take it from me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
You gotta shake it for me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
Everybody can see
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
Go ahead and release
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

You know the music search engine need a tune up
Soon as they at the gate they all wanna' hear the corner, uh huh
Well, that was cool but now, but then I heard a rumor, uh huh
Your crew was riding for the white Cliffs of Dover, uh huh

Well, let me tell ya' how we do it in California
We'll, have ya' on the run just like a puma, if it don't move us
Ain't paid your dues, and it ain't gonna' get a groovers
So we lose ya' to the consumer solution, c'mon

It's a wonderful night
You gotta take it from me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
You gotta shake it for me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

Girl, I want it you got it
Your body's like a narcotic
The thought it is auto erotic
Come on and break it on down

Can I get it on credit?
I guess you're brick house, I'll bet it
Take it as far as you'll let it
Come on and break it on down

That the spot'll get hot, that it's ready to pop
Don't even look at the clock, all of your problems forgot
And it's time to rock 'till ya drop
Feel the force and just flock to the epicenter
Of the party's bass tremors, c'mon

It's a wonderful night
You gotta take it from me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
You gotta shake it for me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

The truth, our madam is roughin' , hard as the granite get
Never hesitant upon a mike strike, quit
Like an avalanche, hijack ya like a Comanche
I'm a man on a mission rhyme vigilante

Keep all the jealous and the envious antsy
Love to do the club though with the party people dancin', uh huh
And set the mood for all the plottin' and romancin', uh huh
It's a wonderful night, we got the answer, c'mon

It's a wonderful night
You gotta take it from me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
You gotta shake it for me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
You gotta take it from me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
You gotta shake it for me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

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Put Your Money - Lyrics - Red Light District - Ludacris

Title: Put Your Money
Album: Red Light District
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Michael Guy, Chris Bridges

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Lyric:
Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is
Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is

Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is
Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is

Let it rush through your veins, 'cause I'ma be the one
To step up and put a hundred thousand dollars on the game
Got a pocket full of change and they C-note stacks
Bustin' dominoes, spades, cee-lo, craps

We shootin' pool at the Luda-plex, I slap a hundred on the table
Just to see if any fools wanna do it next
I got games galore, I got game for sure
And when I win I spit game to whores

Or double it back, I'll double the stacks
Throw a dub, a big face or double the stack, boy
And we can 'bout anything that you wanna do
But come up short and oh the thangs that the gun'll do

Throw in the towel 'cause I'm makin' 'em sweat
Or put your house on the line and I can cover the bet
So hurry up and come get some, if you want some
You know the phrase, scared money don't make none

Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is
Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is

Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is
Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is

Throw some money on the books, 'cause I know how to call 'em
Somebody tell my fam I got a gamblin' problem
I don't know when to stop, maybe when somebody's
Drug away by the cops, or when I'm blowin' steam

Countin' green in the drop, because whether legal or illegal
All my people bring the strength to the block
Yes sir, I thought you knew it, we loco
We'll bet on anything, just to see if anybody's gon' do it

It's people livin' they life comin' up off change
And hustlers payin' they bills comin' up off games
Whether it's Madden or it's Live, tell 'em pick up the sticks
They call me Mr. Put-Down-Two-And-Pick-Up-Six

They walk away with a clean slate, catch me out in A.C.
Callin' yo' bluff with Puff eatin' cheesecake
So all my ramblers, runners and money scramblers
Put your drinks up to all compulsive gamblers

Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is
Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is

Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is
Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is

I'm up in Vegas with a stack of black chips
Breakin' the whole casino and doin' backflips, man
Cameras eyein' us, side betters tryin' us
The more chips we stack, the more drinks they buyin' us

Tryin' to get me off my grind, but it won't work
'Cause I can drink a fifth of gin and it don't hurt
I'm still breakin' 'em, and dice still shakin' 'em
I'll step in any place, just ask X what I say to 'em

Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is
Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is
...

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Dem Jeans - Lyrics - Chingy

Title: Dem Jeans
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Howard Bailey, James Phillips, Jermaine Mauldin Dupri

Lyric:
Y'all already know, Slot-A-Lot, So So Def
And if you a bad chick, get on the floor and

How the, how the hell did you get all o' that in dem jeans?
How the, how the hell did you get all o' that in dem jeans?
'Cuz your waist so little and your ass is like whoa
'Cuz your waist so little and your ass is like whoa

Prada, Gucci, tell me what you like
Coach bag with the shoes to match, forget the price
Marc Jacob shades, 50 karats, all ice
Model in dem jeans for me, luxury, now that's your life

That's the type of shit I'm on, let me see you get them on
Back it up a bit, yeah, that's it 'cuz I can see your thong
Caramel skin tone, damn, you look like Nia Long
Don't be actin' like that, lil' mama 'cuz I can leave you 'lone

Mix the lime with that Patron, that's what we drinkin' on
She wanna go out to eat but me, JD, I'm thinkin' home
Just so I can see ya moan, what the hell? We both grown
Wearin' dem jeans like that'll make me take trips with you to Rome

Hey now, hey, hey, hey now, hey
You know they thick from the STL to the A now, A Town
Hey now, hey, hey, hey now, hey
Let me help you with dem jeans, baby, lay down

Damn, girl, how you get all o' that in dem jeans?
Dem jeans, how you get all o' that in dem?
Damn, girl, how you get all o' that?
Is you talkin' to me? Yeah, you

I bet you had to jump up and down just to put 'em on
Bet you had to wiggle it around just to put 'em on
Bet you had to lay back on the bed just to zip 'em up
Am I right? You right, baby, that's what's up

Now, now, now when you walkin', girl and you make it swirl
It's hard for me to look and not want you up in my world
Bubbled up, ohh, pokin' out, hey
Lickin' my lip sayin', ?Shawty, swing it my way?

Damn ma, how the hell you get all o' that in dem pants, ma?
I hope you ain't up in here with your man, ma
I love it when you wiggle it and shake it
Drop, trick it, drop and do your little dance, ma

True Religion, 7's or dem Rocking Republic
Or the ones that fit the best and show it just how we love it
Know just how to hug it, know just how to cuff it
So when you walk away, it make me wanna rub and say

Hey now, hey, hey, hey now, hey
You know they thick from ATL down to H Town
I'm sayin', hey now, hey, hey, hey now, hey
Let me help you with dem jeans, baby, lay down, c'mon

Damn, girl, how you get all o' that in dem jeans?
Dem jeans, how you get all o' that in dem?
Damn, girl, how you get all o' that?
Is you talkin' to me? Yeah, you

I bet you had to jump up and down just to put 'em on
Bet you had to wiggle it around just to put 'em on
Bet you had to lay back on the bed just to zip 'em up
Am I right? You right, lady, that's what's up

I don't mean to be rude but I like the way you move
Got your boy in the mood, let's go back to my jacuzz'
I ain't like them other fools, gotta play by my rules
Face down, ass up, pants off, look, ooh

There it go, don't be scared, let it show it, I like them curves
Make that thing talk, when you walk, I'm slurrin' my words
Drop it to the floor, you heard, ain't no hatin', girl
You hotter, seen a lotta stallions but man, you workin' with a lot

Damn, girl, how you get all o' that in dem jeans?
Dem jeans, how you get all o' that in dem?
Damn, girl, how you get all o' that?
Is you talkin' to me? Yeah, you

I bet you had to jump up and down just to put 'em on
Bet you had to wiggle it around just to put 'em on
Bet you had to lay back on the bed just to zip 'em up
Am I right? You right, baby, that's what's up

Damn, girl, how you get all o' that in dem jeans?
Dem jeans, how you get all o' that in dem?
Damn, girl, how you get all o' that?
Is you talkin' to me? Yeah, you

I bet you had to jump up and down just to put 'em on
Bet you had to wiggle it around just to put 'em on
Bet you had to lay back on the bed just to zip 'em up
Am I right? You right, baby, that's what's up

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Bet That - Lyrics - The Price Of Fame - Bow Wow

Title: Bet That
Album: The Price Of Fame
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Jaron C Alston, Jermaine Dupri, James Phillips

Lyric:
Damn, say lil' mama
What you need to do is drop that lame
And come get wit a young fly *** like me
This what I do 24/7, 365 a year, ya dig? Ha

Baby, you ain't never seen a dunn like me, bet that
I'm the B and I don't lie
I be comin' down the block and comin', comin' down the block
And comin', comin' down the block in anything that's fly

I'm so fresh, so clean when I walk through
Schemin' on the crowd for a shorty I can talk to
I'm wit the team and we came to spend green
And we on every hot thing that came into the scene

Got a bag full of money and a Porsche on the runway
Store closed, still pop pop poppin' tags on a Sunday
Tell them other lames they'll probably catch up one day
I'm livin' for the weekend and they just gettin' up Monday

Biggest boss in the Rolls Royce, two tone gray
Ride the Phantom only from Tues to Thursday
Dudes pointin', sayin' ay them dudes don't play
Yeah, yeah, y'all know what it is, the So So Def way

Ain't nothin' changed but my age and my pay
Get the girls to the crib and they always wanna stay
And they know I got money but I never gotta pay
I'm a big boy playa, all I got to say is

Baby, you ain't never seen a dunn like me, bet that
Over here is where you really wanna be, bet that
I ain't wit the bull, I'm 'bout my money
And when I do it, I do it Thursday to Sunday, bet that

Baby, you ain't never seen a dunn like me, bet that
I'm the B and I don't lie
I be comin' down the block and comin', comin' down the block
And comin', comin' down the block in anything that's fly

It's 2 seaters in my garage, Lambos or Ferras
Watch for [Incomprehensible] before the upgrade sold
I got G's in the bag wit the G's all on it
Got a castle for the crib, I spent cheese all on it

I'm everywhere them other dudes don't be around
At the game, close enough to grab rebounds
I'm in town on a Friday, gone on a Saturday
Back on a Monday, was home about one day

Who else you know is cooler than a fan and can plan
Getaway trips chillin' on that all black sand?
I'm gettin' tanned in the winter time, chefs when it's dinner time
Won't be seen around with nothin' less than a dime

I got the game, know the slang and the language
Left in a Range, came back in a Vanquish
I got accounts on the accounts, that's amounts on amounts
And at any given time, I can bounce out

Baby, you ain't never seen a dunn like me, bet that
Over here is where you really wanna be, bet that
I ain't wit the bull, I'm 'bout my money
And when I do it, I do it Thursday to Sunday, bet that

Baby, you ain't never seen a dunn like me, bet that
I'm the B and I don't lie
I be comin' down the block and comin', comin' down the block
And comin', comin' down the block in anything that's fly

Now what day of the week is it, it don't even matter
I don't even hear them dudes with the whispers and the chatters
I be gone in that 07 steerin' and acceleratin'
Jumped in the wheels and I can't keep the pedal waitin'

Celebratin' every single chance that I get to
Make them other girls pissed off when I'm wit you
You seen that side hate at the mall that we went to
You seen what I spent, boo, that's a light issue

I play wit it, everything stay kidded
Got that 5950 on that buck-eyes fitted
They be like that man did it, still black car livin'
When it's time for some action, all the girls be wit it

That my lifestyle, girl, I'm the one you wanna holla at
Forget yesterday, I'm cool enough to bring tomorrow back
And you can see that's why your eyes all swole
You ain't gotta front, I know you wanna roll 'coz

Baby, you ain't never seen a dunn like me, bet that
Over here is where you really wanna be, bet that
I ain't wit the bull, I'm 'bout my money
And when I do it, I do it Thursday to Sunday, bet that

Baby, you ain't never seen a dunn like me, bet that
I'm the B and I don't lie
I be comin' down the block and comin', comin' down the block
And comin', comin' down the block in anything that's fly

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Mess Around - Lyrics - Alvin and the Chipmunks - The Chipmunks

Title: Mess Around
Album: Alvin and the Chipmunks
Artist: The Chipmunks
Composer(s): Alana Da Fonseca, Aaron Sandlofer, Ali Dee Theodore

Lyric:
Uh, yeah, come on now, Chipmunks
Bringing it back
It's been a long time
It's been a long road
But you know how we do it for you
(Come on)

Girls, we hypnotize, make them realize
Look into their eyes, it's amazing
Now we're at the top and you know we're hot
All the hits we got
Yeah, their blazing

We used to talk about it
We used to dream about it
And then we think about it
We knew we'd make it

So ladies, raise you hands and
Yeah, fellas go on in and go ahead
And plan your game and go ahead, get crazy

It's been a long time coming and we're keepin' it hot
It's been a high road, baby, but it's worth, it worth it all
When I'm out on the road, listen up
Bet you know we keep it going for you
Now I'm a gonna turn you up
'Cause you know we don't mess around

Uh, yeah, one more time
Now we don't mess around
Yeah, yeah

Baby, ladies like our sign
Fellas like our sign
We'll be here a while
Yeah, we're stayin'

'Cause we know how to rock
Know how to keep it hot
We'll give it all you got
There's no playin'

That's why we keep on singing
That's why the funky feeling
That why we wont stop dreaming
That's why you're swaying

So ladies raise your hands
And, yeah, fellas go on in and
Go ahead and plan your game
And go ahead get crazy

It's been a long time coming and were keepin' it hot
Its been a high road, baby, but its worth it, worth it all
When I'm out on the road, listen up
Bet you know we keep it going for you
Now, I'm a gonna turn you up
'Cause you know we don't mess around

Uh, yeah, what cha say now?
Now, we don't mess around
Uh, uh, yeah

Come on, girl, take it to the bridge

Chipmunks, go fly
Keep on rockin' us every night
Chipmunks so hot, keep on
Keepin' on never gonna stop

It's been a long time coming and were keepin' it hot
Its been a high road, baby, but it's worth it, worth it all
When I'm out on the road, listen up
Bet you know we keep it going for you
Now, I'm a gonna turn you up
'Cause you know we don't mess around

Its been a long time coming, baby, we cant lie
From the the hood in the west Cali-fo-i
A to the L, V to the I
N to never quitin', yo, we keepin' it live
Yeah

Chipmunks, go fly
Keep on rockin' us every night
Chipmunks so hot, keep on
Keepin' on never gonna stop

It's been a long time coming and we're keepin' it hot
It's been a high road, baby, but its worth it worth it all
When I'm out on the road, listen up
Bet you know we keep it going for you
Now, I'm a gonna turn you up
'Cause you know we don't mess around

Aha, aha
(come on)
Now we don't mess around
(wooo, yeah)

Now, we don't mess around
Ya'll hear that
(One time)
Now, we don't mess around

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Let'S Go To Vegas - Lyrics - It Matters To Me - Faith Hill

Title: Let'S Go To Vegas
Album: It Matters To Me
Artist: Faith Hill
Composer(s): Karen Staley

Lyric:
Hey baby, let's go to Vegas
Kiss the single life goodbye
Hey baby, let's go to Vegas
Bet on love and let it ride

Lyin' on the bank of the river
Stars are dancin', Lord it's hot
Holdin' you is what I live for
I just had a crazy thought

Hey baby, let's go to Vegas
Kiss the single life goodbye
Hey baby, let's go to Vegas
Bet on love and let it ride

We'll find a little wedding chapel
A pair of rings and a preacher too
Underneath the neon steeple
We'll take a gamble and say, "I do"

Hey baby, let's go to Vegas
Kiss the single life goodbye
Hey baby, let's go to Vegas
Bet on love and let it ride

Viva Las Vegas, sparklin' lights
Dangerous livin', tumblin' dice
You're my ace in the hole now honey and I'm your lady luck
Pack a few things and a little money and put 'em in the truck

Hey baby, let's go to Vegas
Kiss the single life goodbye
Hey baby, let's go to Vegas
Bet on love and let it ride

Viva Las Vegas, sparklin' lights
Dangerous livin', tumblin' dice
You're my ace in the hole now honey and I'm your lady luck
Pack a few things and a little money and put 'em in the truck

Hey baby, let's go to Vegas
Kiss the single life goodbye
Hey baby, let's go to Vegas
Bet on love and let it ride

Hey baby, let's go to Vegas
Kiss the single life goodbye
Hey baby, let's go to Vegas
Bet on love and let it ride
Bet on love and let it ride
Bet on love and let it ride

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She Got It - Lyrics - T Pain

Title: She Got It
Artist: T Pain
Composer(s): Kevin Crowe, Kevin Dean Crowe, Faheem Najm, Faheem Rasheed Najm, Erik Ortiz, Erik Reyes Ortiz, Jeremy Saunders, Artavious Smith, Artavious Morgan Smith

Lyric:
I know she got it ?cause she lookin? at me like she want it
She drop it low, make me wanna throw some d's on it
Whatever it is you can?t stop it, ?cause she get low
When she on that pole, and that lets me know

She got it, she got it
She got it, she got it
She got it, she got it
She got it

She got it, she got it
She got it, whoa
She got it, shawty
She got it

Excuse me a while, let me talk to ya for a second
Lil mama so fine she got the whole squad sweatin?
Damn, how you fit all that in dem jeans?
Was the question that I asked followed by let me buy you a drink
Young boss baby I treat cha' treat cha' to the finer things
Neck bling, wrist bling, wedding ring, nah I?m playin?

Might like to neck your wrist
But cha gotta ride nice dick and uh
Take trips with the bricks
She got it, she got it
(She got it)
That?s what Pain said
Them other niggas lame man, lil mamma I got the game plan
2 pistols, me and you boss I make it happen while they talk
Ridin? 6's while they walk

I know she got it ?cause she lookin? at me like she want it
She drop it low, make me wanna throw some d's on it
Whatever it is you can?t stop it, ?cause she get low
When she on that pole, and that lets me know

She got it, she got it
She got it, she got it
She got it, she got it
She got it

She got it, she got it
She got it, whoa
She got it, shawty
She got it

She got it, she got it, she got it
She got it, she got it, she got it
She got it, she got it, she got it

Damn she bad, damn she thick, yes indeed
Five foot five, hazel eyes, redbone, you da shit
Make a nigga wanna stop and stare, I just wanna pull your hair
Freaky shit, kinky shit, but we don't need to take it there

I'm a young boss girl, let me upgrade ya
He's a worker, I get work out, what you 'bout girl
Trips to Venice, what's the bid'ness
Bet this, Swiss your digits, and the rest is history

I know she got it ?cause she lookin? at me like she want it
She drop it low, make me wanna throw some d's on it
Whatever it is you can?t stop it, ?cause she get low
When she on that pole, and that lets me know

She got it, she got it
She got it, she got it
She got it, she got it
She got it

She got it, she got it
She got it, whoa
She got it, shawty
She got it

I could see my superwoman, nobody can't do it like she can
And she got it, I'm tellin? you like nobody yeah
And I love the way she talk them lames out they dreams
Bestest thing in fresh Louis with the matching jeans

And I love the tatted down baby, I'm your fit
Can I be yo' appetizer, yo just her and me
Oh, she's on tonight, the baddest in the club
I grab that ass when she give me a hug ?cause

I know she got it ?cause she lookin? at me like she want it
She drop it low, make me wanna throw some d's on it
Whatever it is you can?t stop it, ?cause she get low
When she on that pole, and that lets me know

She got it, she got it
She got it, she got it
She got it, she got it
She got it

She got it, she got it
She got it, whoa
She got it, shawty
She got it

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Bet On The Blues - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: Bet On The Blues
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): Tom Paxton

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Lyric:
Five hundred will buy you a stack
Bet it on the red or the black and you lose

Bet on the blues

You tell me you are a gambling man
Try to beat the house if you can and you lose

Bet on the blues

If you're looking to get an inside slant
If you're looking for something so good you can't refuse

Bet on the blues

Find a man who thinks he's over the hump
And I'm here to tell you he's a kind of a chump, you can use

Bet on the blues
Bet on the blues

Lucky old sun is shining today
Even money says you'll be paying some dues

Bet on the blues

You say you found your lady fair
Eight to five says she's wearing her traveling shoes

Bet on the blues
Bet on the blues

Bet on the blues
Bet on the blues, bet on the blues

Five hundred will buy you a stack
Bet it all on the red or the black and you lose

Bet on the blues

If you're looking to get an inside slant
If you're looking for something so good, you can't refuse

Bet on the blues
Bet on the blues

Bet on the blues
You better, bet on the blues

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Like A Pimp (Remix) - Lyrics - David Banner

Title: Like A Pimp (Remix)
Artist: David Banner
Composer(s): Chad Butler, L D B Crump, Wesley Weston, Barry White, Bernard Freeman

Lyric:
David Banner

By the time I done got up in the do'
All I wanna see is phatty drop to the flo'
Come and bump it for the balla' name twist'
While I sit in VIP poppin' Cris' and Mo'
Come and kick it with the playa' that get the ass
And the cash by the incredible bulk
Sippin' Hipnotiq and Hennessy
Yeah we call it Incredible Hulk 'cause I gotta' get that butt,
When I'm up in the club, jackin' booties 'til the mornin'
Thinkin' bout it bonnin', realizing, realizing, that I am zonin'

'Cause the guls here look so good
Somebody need to put them in a magazine, and a
My homies got it from the front to the back
With they straps and they magazines
And a baby show me how you do that roll
Make it jump and jiggle 'cause yo' booty swoll
Come over here show me how you pop it and drop it
You know I love when you work that good dick hoe
Get it crunk it's a kinky thing
Baby gul' let me see you fold up your legs like a chicken wing
Figure how you do those kinky things
Slex it if it's a Chi-town head this Mississippi thang

Cars, got to do it, clothes, got to do it
Ice, got to do it, gul' put yo' booty and get yo' back into it
Put a David Banner crack into it, and I bet your system gon' beat
And this is how the Twista spit it to the remix for these freaks

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp

All my ladies say,"Oww"
My female pimps the way that you hit the flo'
And makes a sista' pay cash
Bring it back to daddy can you work that ass out, you know me
It's the M I crooked letter, crooked letter, I
Crooked letter crooked letter, I
Hump yo' back, hump yo' back, I
All my gang bangin' dope slangers throw it up, high

Sets up, you could come to the south talkin' smack and get so wet up
Screamin', "Where's my girl?"
Don't worry buddy, she here with us, shakin' and poppin'
Droppin' real slow but she ain't stoppin' nothin' man
She came to get down for the clique
We got cash so we screamin' out "Shake somethin' bitch"
This is yo' song, let me see your dirty thong
David Banner, Mississippi tell them boys that it's on
(Tell them boys that it's on)

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp

Y'all know who it is, better believe it's Busta Rhymes
So start runnin' around my nigga
I'm bustin' nigga heads
Instead fill them with lead you better chill
When my runners around, my nigga
I got a lot of bitches playin' with each other in a hotel room
While they rollin' around my nigga
'Cause everytime we in a place every nigga know
Flip Mode gotta' be holdin' it down my nigga

Sick, with a little dro', sick, with a little dough
Sick, with a little flow make you love it a lot
Quick 'cause I gotta' do it and I gotta' rep for the rich
And the little po nigga tuggin' the block
Chicks in the mink sit in the back seat
When I'm on a strip and I roll in the drop
Sip a little bit of yac dip a little
When I whip the Cadillac truck throwing the glock
And we gotta' put it down and

Keep it pimpin' 'til they cannot deny
Just grab yo' bottles and keep sippin', throw your hands in the sky
All of my, people, keep it, goin'
You little sucka' nigga tryna keep it a secret but we blowin' you up
Better get a better grip if you ain't know
That we only messin' with the hoes
Better know wassup, better pour a little yac in my glass
While I'm watchin' my hoes just like a pimp when I'm holdin' my cup
Now watch me pour just a little bit of yac out for my homies
Throw it back out, with a little shorty
Blow her back out, like a pimp, playa

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'

Like a pimp

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Like A Pimp - Lyrics - MTA2: Baptized In Dirty Water - David Banner

Title: Like A Pimp
Album: MTA2: Baptized In Dirty Water
Artist: David Banner
Composer(s): Chad Butler, L D B Crump, Wesley Weston, Barry White, Bernard Freeman

Lyric:
David Banner

By the time I done got up in the do'
All I wanna see is phatty drop to the flo'
Come and bump it for the balla' name twist'
While I sit in VIP poppin' Cris' and Mo'
Come and kick it with the playa' that get the ass
And the cash by the incredible bulk
Sippin' Hipnotiq and Hennessy
Yeah we call it Incredible Hulk 'cause I gotta' get that butt,
When I'm up in the club, jackin' booties 'til the mornin'
Thinkin' bout it bonnin', realizing, realizing, that I am zonin'

'Cause the guls here look so good
Somebody need to put them in a magazine, and a
My homies got it from the front to the back
With they straps and they magazines
And a baby show me how you do that roll
Make it jump and jiggle 'cause yo' booty swoll
Come over here show me how you pop it and drop it
You know I love when you work that good dick hoe
Get it crunk it's a kinky thing
Baby gul' let me see you fold up your legs like a chicken wing
Figure how you do those kinky things
Slex it if it's a Chi-town head this Mississippi thang

Cars, got to do it, clothes, got to do it
Ice, got to do it, gul' put yo' booty and get yo' back into it
Put a David Banner crack into it, and I bet your system gon' beat
And this is how the Twista spit it to the remix for these freaks

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp

All my ladies say,"Oww"
My female pimps the way that you hit the flo'
And makes a sista' pay cash
Bring it back to daddy can you work that ass out, you know me
It's the M I crooked letter, crooked letter, I
Crooked letter crooked letter, I
Hump yo' back, hump yo' back, I
All my gang bangin' dope slangers throw it up, high

Sets up, you could come to the south talkin' smack and get so wet up
Screamin', "Where's my girl?"
Don't worry buddy, she here with us, shakin' and poppin'
Droppin' real slow but she ain't stoppin' nothin' man
She came to get down for the clique
We got cash so we screamin' out "Shake somethin' bitch"
This is yo' song, let me see your dirty thong
David Banner, Mississippi tell them boys that it's on
(Tell them boys that it's on)

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp

Y'all know who it is, better believe it's Busta Rhymes
So start runnin' around my nigga
I'm bustin' nigga heads
Instead fill them with lead you better chill
When my runners around, my nigga
I got a lot of bitches playin' with each other in a hotel room
While they rollin' around my nigga
'Cause everytime we in a place every nigga know
Flip Mode gotta' be holdin' it down my nigga

Sick, with a little dro', sick, with a little dough
Sick, with a little flow make you love it a lot
Quick 'cause I gotta' do it and I gotta' rep for the rich
And the little po nigga tuggin' the block
Chicks in the mink sit in the back seat
When I'm on a strip and I roll in the drop
Sip a little bit of yac dip a little
When I whip the Cadillac truck throwing the glock
And we gotta' put it down and

Keep it pimpin' 'til they cannot deny
Just grab yo' bottles and keep sippin', throw your hands in the sky
All of my, people, keep it, goin'
You little sucka' nigga tryna keep it a secret but we blowin' you up
Better get a better grip if you ain't know
That we only messin' with the hoes
Better know wassup, better pour a little yac in my glass
While I'm watchin' my hoes just like a pimp when I'm holdin' my cup
Now watch me pour just a little bit of yac out for my homies
Throw it back out, with a little shorty
Blow her back out, like a pimp, playa

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'

Like a pimp

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Bring Da Beef - Lyrics - Powerballin' - Chingy

Title: Bring Da Beef
Album: Powerballin'
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Richard Anderson, Alonzon Lee, Howard Bailey, Larry Pullman, Shamar Daugherty, Kai Simms, Carl Bowers

Lyric:
Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)

All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)

Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)

All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)

I'm a bad block crook out hurr runnin' wild
'Bout to run up on your ass Tommy gun style
Call me One-eyed Willy since I sleep with my clothes
Make money with my partners as I murder my foes

In all black clothes like the Grim Reaper
It's G.I.B. and I'm my brother's keeper
Richie Rich will chop his fingers with the axe
These trick-ass cowards should be wearin' tampax

What ya think this is, huh, a lifetime story
Man, I'm knockin' cowards off of my riders before me
Lay it down, muthafucka and quit bumpin' your gums
Ain't no peace in the slums just bums and crumbs

Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)

All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)

Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)

All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)

Police say G.I.B. is a game
But we just hooded up doin' our family thing
Straight hang and swang in the city of Kang
Increasin' my change to an impeccable range

That you can't reach, if you listen I'll teach
Of course I'm a beast on them tracks I release
Whether East or West, I'll envision a check
That my show pay, I'm a predator, hey

So where's my prey 'cuz it's possible for me to be poppin' today
I'll keep rockin' the [Incomprehensible] in the home of your place
Bet you won't wanna stay
Keep the chrome in your face, betta watch what you say, hey

Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)

All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)

Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)

All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)

I'm [Incomprehensible] disturbin' the streets
Money's my mission but the way I live ain't no guarantees
Just visions of casualties sworn to municipalities
Got 'em after me 'cuz a coward chose to speak on how I'll eat

But I don't play when it comes to my meat
Like The Isley Brothers leave 'em layin' between the sheets
See we Get It Boyz and know we roll with the heat
If money got a problem, tell him he gon' get beat

Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)

All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)

Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)

All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)

I'll put you lames in the place where you're eternally restin'
And for that player-hatin' testin', you gon' meet the Smith and Wesson
'Cuz these bad block niggas take no prisoners at war times
Respect mine, I'll have Guerrillas kickin' in your door time

We're deep with the artillery, impose on your spot
Plenty G's, plus, a silly G, I'll get your ass knocked
Ridin' in a minivan, contraband in my hand
Find these buzzards, split their wig that is my master plan

I don't start it but I finish it a true gun blazer
OGM and H-man, them some true hell raisers
From the WMPG, Northside [Incomprehensible] street
Stay equipped with the heat
So we can take it to the street, yo, bitch niggas

Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)

All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)

Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)

All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)

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Put My Money On You - Lyrics - 2:35 Pm - Calvin Richardson

Title: Put My Money On You
Album: 2:35 Pm
Artist: Calvin Richardson
Composer(s): R Rice, Calvin Richardson

Lyric:
Put my money on you
Bet she won't abuse my love
No, she won't
(Yes, she will)
If she do it's all good

Many hearts in the house tonight
But I bet this shorty's gonna be my wife
If I lose it all it's just money spent
As long as I can pay my rent
([Incomprehensible])

I ain't rich, I ain't poor
(Working at the corner store)
Taking out the trash and sweeping floors
(It's alright but I want some more)

8 to 5, 7 days a week, I work
(On a salary)
So I can't ball like the other guys ball
(What I got I put it on you)
You feelin' this

Put my money on you
Bet she won't abuse my love
No, she won't
(Yes, she will)
If she do it's all good

Many hearts in the house tonight
But I bet this shorty's gonna be my wife
If I lose it all it's just money spent
As long as I can pay my rent
([Incomprehensible])

I know, I know
This might sound a tad bit crazy
I don't know for sure
But I think I found an angels baby

I met a girl in the club last night
She could be my wife
Now I'm 'bout to roll the dice
(Girl everything I got I)
Put it on you
(I gotta move)

Put my money on you
Bet she won't abuse my love
(My love)
No, she won't
(Yes, she will)
If she do it's all good

Many hearts in the house tonight
But I bet this shorty's gonna be my wife
If I lose it all it's just money spent
As long as I can pay my rent
([Incomprehensible])

Been saving my pennies, nickels and dimes
I knew one day I'd find a girl just like you
She makes my heart go pit pat
(And I never had a girl do that)
I think I'm in love
(Say)
Say
(Girl I'm in love)
With you

Put my money on you
Bet she won't abuse my love
No, she won't
(Yes, she will)
If she do it's all good

Many hearts in the house tonight
But I bet this shorty's gonna be my wife
If I lose it all it's just money spent
As long as I can pay my rent
([Incomprehensible])

Put my money on you
Bet she won't abuse my love
No, she won't
(Yes, she will)
If she do it's all good

Many hearts in the house tonight
But I bet this shorty's gonna be my wife
If I lose it all it's just money spent
As long as I can pay my rent
([Incomprehensible])

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Never Be The Same Again - Lyrics - Bulletproof Wallets - Ghostface Killah

Title: Never Be The Same Again
Album: Bulletproof Wallets
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): Brian Palmer, Davel Mckenzie, Sergio Moore, Corey Woods, Dennis Coles

Lyric:
Yeah, damn mom
It's gone be aight, don't worry about it
Knowha'msayin, I'ma just go
I'ma just pack my shit
Peace out, aight
Don't worry about it
I still love you though

I'll never be the same again (I'll never be the same again)
I'll bet you'll never understand (I'll bet you'll never understand)
The things you put me through (Ooooohhhh)
I tried to be a better man (I tried to be a better man)
But you'll never understand, noooooo
Now it's time that I move on (Move on!)

Aiyyo I gave you everything and you still fucked my head up
Children (I'm sorry Ghost) Not now, shut up
Got back off the road, heard you sleepin with fam
The whole hood ran up on me, I was like "Damn!"
So I stepped back, sized the whole situation patiently
Arguments, face up in the air like you hatin me
Ask you one question, was it good?
He have you on the wall like me, was it hood?
You probably showed him your sexy faces, how you ride on top
Grabbin the sheets, in a deep zone if he hit the spot
I came home on Friday, Saturday I found out
That night I cried with the kids, I was out
And my man, I'ma do him in
And the Lord knows best what I'ma do to him
And you can keep the crib - all I'm sayin is
Let me find out you got men around my kids

I'll never be the same again (I'll never be the same again)
I'll bet you'll never understand (I'll bet you'll never understand)
The things you put me through (Ooooohhhh)
I tried to be a better man (I tried to be a better man)
But you'll never understand, noooooo
Now it's time that I move on (Move on!)

It was the beauty that caught me and held my soul hostage
'Member those days had you smellin my boxes
Old Gold up in the hood and Big Dup
We could push through the grimiest streets, then throw it up
Like "That's my nigga!"
Anybody got somethin bad to say, son'll come through and deliver
Brushin off his 88 clocks, y'all can't touch him
I bet a wad on it, y'all can't fuck with him
Semi-shy, and I'm laid back, crystal hats
Heard ya water broke I was like "Phewww" and ran back
I ran back fast, broke my arm in the mix
To find out that bird nigga tappin my shit
It's alright 'do, maybe he came up with the right dough
Bigger dick, I don't know, must have been the best flow
This thing here, ever man in the world goes through
But fuck that, I put alotta money up, I'm hatin

I'll never be the same again (I'll never be the same again)
I'll bet you'll never understand (I'll bet you'll never understand)
The things you put me through (Ooooohhhh)
I tried to be a better man (I tried to be a better man)
But you'll never understand, noooooo
Now it's time that I move on (Move on!)

It was like ecstasy girl
Found out it was dizzin ya world
Had us livin in a fantasy world
I wish we never broke up girl
It was like ecstasy girl
Found out it was dizzin ya world
Had us livin in a fantasy world
I wish we never broke up girl

Aiyyo you killed me with that
"Who bought this?" I bought that
Knowin damn well in reality you bought jack
You ain't lift one finger, but you claimin what's yours
Runnin all through the house, bugged out, slammin doors
We used to dress like twins - sweats, baby blue Timbs
You even scratched my Benz, let the pigs in
You think that I'm the biggest bird in America?
Catch me on TV, I'm come back, never the

It was like ecstasy girl
Found out it was dizzin ya world
Had us livin in a fantasy world
I wish we never broke up girl
It was like ecstasy girl
Found out it was dizzin ya world
Had us livin in a fantasy world
I wish we never broke up girl

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