Betcha Can'T Do It Like Me - Lyrics - Down for Life - D4l

Title: Betcha Can'T Do It Like Me
Album: Down for Life
Artist: D4l
Composer(s): Carlos Walker, Lefabian Williams, Dennis Butler, Adrian Parks, Teriyakie Nicodean Smith, Mark Robinson, Dj Poo

Lyric:
You fuckin' thieves, we D4L
And we back
(Betcha, betcha, betcha, betcha, betcha)

I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)

I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Oh, Fa-bo)

Prince O in the house and we represent the south
And I got to let 'em know
D4L came to ride and we can roll
Ain't nothin' but the pimpin' inside and she can go
We done kicked up, they can watch me roll
Anybody buck better lock and load
Ain't goin' to the truck better watch that ho
If she knuck, if she buck she can hit 'em wit a fo'

Oh, I betcha stand on one toe
With ya arms in the air imitate Fa-bo
Stop drop roll pop one time
Lean back, Sprewell and pop one mo'
Oh I betcha you can't get like me
Roll a blunt and take a hit like me
Step in the club and pull a bitch like me
He split like hair he should like me

I betcha can't do it like me
I'm tipsy off Coke and Hennessy
When I walk up you niggaz envy me
Cause I'm D4L you know who we be
Made ya first streak in 2003
2004, it's all about me
I'm gonna explain so ya'll folks can see
Watch me do it, it's so easy

First ya get real low, bounce on ya toes
Snap ya finger, make yo arm roll
Hit the flo' do the Fa-bo
Get real crazy and scream out Oh!
I'm tired of givin' you suckers game for free
Next time when I pull out my Cd
Thirty-two tracks to thirty-two G's
I bet you can't do my dance like me, oh

I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)

I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)

Now we on some other shit
D4L, ya can't see this
Stayin' down with them ghetto hits
A team of soldiers spittin' lyrics
Talkin' slick, he gon' beats this shit
Choppa will, it's gonna hit you quick
Splack-a, Splack-a duck bitch
Betcha can't work this streak like this

Flip a P and it keeps so quick
Broke down in dimes and nicks
Hit the club so fresh with click
On the floor, doin' a dance like this
Locster that walked through the door
With a box of the blunts and an ounce of the dro
And a bag of them pills and ya know I'm spinnin' like whoa
I'll knock a nigga ass to the flo'

Ask Carlos, ask Fa-bo
Ask Lamar and Mook-B ask Bruski, they all know
Nope, I ain't really playin' with a ho
When the cat start sprayin' I ain't layin' with a ho
I catch 'em in the hood and hit with the fo'
Do my dance on that ho

Nope, I betcha can't do it like a G
Grab a tee and wipe the feet like me
Ain't gonna do it right but they still wanna see
And they all wanna but they can't do it like me
Nope, but I can do it like me
Shake the leg and get to it like me
DJ booth, you like me
Make 'em dance and get crunk like me

I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)

I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)

They know I'm low I'm C-E-O
Got stacks on deck, I pop, I roll
The cars, the clothes, the life I know
The hard, the soft, the dro that's so
It's time that I shine, it's D4L
On my grandmama potna, all haters go to hell
I can't stand drama shawty ain't no stories I can't tell
Betcha can't do it like me, can't break no bank
Everytime they try they fail, come on

I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)

I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
(Nope, nope, nope)

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Betcha She - Lyrics - Star - 702

Title: Betcha She
Album: Star
Artist: 702
Composer(s): Johnta Austin, Gregory Charley, Teddy Alexander Bishop

Lyric:
I've been watching you
Wondering when you
When you gon' notice that
I've been looking, all the while

Just been hoping that maybe
I can get you right where I want you
I heard that you got a girl, but I cant sweat that none
'Cause when I see something I want, I get what I want

Betcha she don't do you like me
Betcha top dollar she don't move you like me
Betcha she, betcha that she don't turn you on
You know that I'm the one you really want

Betcha she can't rock it like me
Bet you all I got she ain't hotter than me
Betcha she don't
Betcha she won't

I gotta be up front
And if I sound real blunt
Its only 'cause I'm the type to put my feelings on the line
Every time I see something I like

Your girl says she loves you but
I cannot pay attention to anything I hear from her
Boy', you know she must not be
Trying to keep a hold on you while you're here with me

You're so fine, I want you to be the one, I call mine for sure
'Cause she's not right, no, I ain't trying to be a hater or nothing
But let me tell you something, she lost her game
So now I gotta do my thing

Betcha she don't do you like me
Betcha top dollar she don't move you like me
Betcha she, betcha that she don't turn you on
You know that I'm the one you really want

Betcha she can't rock it like me
Bet you all I got she ain't hotter than me
Betcha she don't
Betcha she won't

Baby, I wanna do all of the things your girl won't do, do, baby

'Cause the bottom line is this, I do, she don't
And the bottom line is that, I will, she won't
Boy, once you're over here
Said there ain't no turning back

Betcha she don't do you like me
Betcha top dollar she don't move you like me
Betcha she, betcha that she don't turn you on
You know that I'm the one you really want

Betcha she can't rock it like me
Bet you all I got she ain't hotter than me
Betcha she don't
Betcha she won't

Betcha she don't do you like me
Betcha top dollar she don't move you like me
Betcha she, betcha that she don't turn you on
You know that I'm the one you really want

Betcha she can't rock it like me
Bet you all I got she ain't hotter than me
Betcha she don't
Betcha she won't

She don't

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I Bet - Lyrics - Mario Vazquez - Mario Vazquez

Title: I Bet
Album: Mario Vazquez
Artist: Mario Vazquez
Composer(s): Johnata M Austin, Mikkel Eriksen, Tor Erik Hermansen, Hallgeir Rustan

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Lyric:
Ooh, three times this same week you been askin' to come to my crib
Girl you got a problem and I know what it is
You done got a little taste of incredible
That's got you out of pocketing and you don't know why
And it should come as know surprise
That I got something that blows your mind

I think it's the way that I move
The things that I do that's a little different
From the things that you did when you're not here
And that's why you're trippin', I bet you don't

I bet he don't give you what you need
I bet he don't give you what you want
Said I bet, said I bet he don't do it like me
That's why you always trying to be alone

I bet he don't kiss you right
Don't miss you right
Don't handle his like I handle mine
I bet he can't do it like me, no, no, no, no baby

So don't try to fight it, you can't hide it from me, no
What I said, tried to fix, everyday, you a hit
You can't let it go 'cause your love is so
Now you say you're not sprung
And any day you'll be through that's why I got
Five missed calls on my phone and they all come from you

I think it's the way that I move
The things that I do and that's a little different
From the things that you did when you're not here
And that's why you're trippin', I bet you can't

I bet he don't give you what you need
I bet he don't give you what you want
Said I bet, said I bet he don't do it like me
That's why you always trying to be alone

I bet he don't kiss you right
Don't miss you right
Don't handle his like I handle mine
I bet he can't do it like me, no, no, no, no baby

Let me say one thing, I know to be true
That he don't understand your body quite like I do
And the feeling that you get is so ridiculous
It's hard to quit, oh, I betcha he

I bet he don't give you what you need
I bet he don't give you what you want
Said I bet, said I bet he don't do it like me
That's why you always trying to be alone

I bet he don't kiss you right
Don't miss you right
Don't handle his like I handle mine
I bet he can't do it like me, no, no, no, no baby

I bet he don't give you what you need
I bet he don't give you what you want
Said I bet, said I bet he don't do it like me
That's why you always trying to be alone

I bet he don't kiss you right
Don't miss you right
Don't handle his like I handle mine
I bet he can't do it like me, no, no, no, no baby

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Betcha She Don'T Love You - Lyrics - Sweet Kisses - Jessica Simpson

Title: Betcha She Don'T Love You
Album: Sweet Kisses
Artist: Jessica Simpson
Composer(s): Evan Rogers, Carl Sturken

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Lyric:
Oh yeah

Last night I saw you out
Hangin' with another girl
Tell me what that's all about
You used to be my world

6 days and 7 nights
Since we decided to say goodbye
But I'm still feeling you
I can't get you of my mind

I tried so hard to fight it
But I can't let you go
No way to deny it

And I betcha she don't love you like I do
And I betcha she's not giving you all that you need
If you don't remember let me remind you
No one in the world could ever love you better than I do
Oh yeah, better than I do

Don't even fool yourself
She'll never take my place
Put her up back on the shelf
She'll never win this race

Through all the ups and downs
I was always there for you
And now you think about
Somebody else so

No one could do you better
But you know, you know what
I'll wait here forever

And I betcha she don't love you like I do
And I betcha she's not giving you all that you need
If you don't remember let me remind you
No one in the world could ever love you better than I do
Oh hey, she'll never take my place

No one could do the things I do
I bring the lovin' outta you
Deep in your heart you know it's true
Better believe it

You know that you should be with me
I got the lovin' that you need
It's just the way it's gotta be
Can't you see, yeah?

You know I treated you right
I know the things that you like
And this much I know for sure
That no one in the world could ever love you more, yeah
Oh oh, yeah yeah

And I betcha she don't love you like I do
And I betcha she's not giving you all that you need
If you don't remember let me remind you
No one in the world could ever love you better than I do

No one could do the things I do
I bring the lovin' outta you
Deep in your heart you know it's true
Better believe it

You know that you should be with me
I got the lovin' that you need
It's just the way it's gotta be
Can't you see, yeah?

And I betcha she don't love you like I do
And I betcha she's not giving you all that you need
If you don't remember let me remind you
No one in the world could ever love you better than I do

And I betcha she don't love you like I do
And I betcha she's not giving you all that you need
If you don't remember let me remind you
No one in the world could ever love you better than I do

And I betcha she don't love you like I do

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Hands & Feet - Lyrics - Keri Hilson

Title: Hands & Feet
Artist: Keri Hilson
Composer(s): Nathaniel Hills, Keri Hilson, Keri Smith

Lyric:
Go, what's up?

Now if you see a daddy boy point him out
If he can get it up, I can put it down
And I can put it down, betcha I can put it down

Watch me
Usually it's you checking me but I ain't gonna lie tonight
Got my eye on you, both eyes on you

And I got half a mind to just cross the line
But the other half is wondering baby could you come through?
I wanna see what it do

Can you pick me up like a real bad habit
Flip me over like I'm acrobatic?
We're both sick of playin' hard to get
Read my lips, I'm ready to go

I keep thinking about the things you told me
I'm thinking that you need to show me
Don't know if you could back it up
But two things I know for sure

Boy you got big feet and you got big hands
So I already know what's up in your pants
Betcha get that from your daddy
Betcha get that from your daddy

Boy I like your sway and I dig your style
So you know big things is 'bout to go down
Betcha get that from your daddy
Betcha got that thing from your daddy

I ain't ask for nothing, I ain't ready to give
Im'a need you to dig real deep
I'm gonna go all out, I wanna go all out

Im'a light switch ya and I already know you can turn me on
Lemme see if you can turn me out
I wanna see what you 'bout

Can you pick me up like a real bad habit
Flip me over like I'm acrobatic?
We're both sick of playin' hard to get
Read my lips, I'm ready to go

I keep thinking about the things you told me
Watch out now, you don't know me
Don't know if you could back it up
But two things I know for sure

Boy you got big feet and you got big hands
So I already know what's up with your pants
Betcha get that from your daddy
Betcha get that from your daddy

Boy I like your sway and I dig your style
So you know big things is 'bout to go down
Betcha get that from your daddy
Betcha get that from your daddy

If you see a daddy boy point him out
If he can get it up I can put it down
I know how to put it down, I can put it down
So let me put it down, betcha I can put it down

Now if you see a daddy boy, point him out
If he can get it up I can put it down
I know how to put it down, I know how to put it down
So let me put it down, let me put it down

Boy you got big feet and you got big hands
So I already know what's up with your pants
Betcha get that from your daddy
Betcha get that from your daddy

Boy I like your sway and I dig your style
So you know big things is 'bout to go down
Betcha get that from your daddy
Betcha get that from your daddy

Uh, yeah, you heard the saying
I just wanna know if it's true
Uh, JQ, Danger
Yours truly Keri

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A Million &Amp; One Things - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: A Million &Amp; One Things
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
What, this, this here's real, nigga
It's real, nigga, too real
Pay attention even though I'm young, nigga
Look, look

This one here's on tha up, dog
For all my people with bad luck, dog
Strugglin', tryin' ta make a buck, dog
For all tha peeps who ain't with us, dog

For all my niggas in Angola, stay tough, dog
See, this from shorty on tha real
I'm tired of seein' my niggas gettin' killed
They hustlin' for a mil, nigga, hustle for your bills

If ya think ya need help, holla at me, wodie, I'm trill
If I got it ta spend, then I got it to give
But listen, man, I know ya see the ice glistenin', man
I know it make you wanna go get it bad

But ya gotta think 'fore ya move, partna
'Cause it'll make your ship sink and you will lose, partna
I know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like me
But I betcha can't name one nigga like me

That's why I'm tryin' ta preach, my nigga
And teach, my nigga
If ya don't work ya don't eat, my nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Look at ya, you're fuckin' up and I can tell it too
What is ya smokin'? Everything a nigga sellin' you?
I know you could do better than that, and deserve more
Ya use to be tight with your game back in '84

All tha hoes use ta jock ya, niggas use ta knock ya
Stay a big shot, motherfucker couldn't stop ya
Then ya went ta runnin' 'round tha project with them junkies
Holes in your shoes, and your body all funky

Lips all ashy, eyes popped out
Spendin' your children check, takin' food out they mouth
And you get mad with me 'cause I don't wanna give you ten
I don't support your habit, nigga, y'all grown men

I got kids ta feed, I got bills ta pay
I got people comin' askin' for shit everyday
I can't please everybody, but I love my folks
If I give ya everything, baby, I'ma be broke

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Look, look, look, where I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peeps
Some of my rounds doin' bad, can't even much eat
Every time I pass through, beggin' me for a dollar
Thinkin' I owe them somethin', don't even wanna holla

Nigga who use ta be ballin' ain't ballin' no mo'
I can see they life fadin' away slowly for sure
Niggas who I come up with get me full of that dope
Use ta care about theyself, ain't care no mo'

Niggas want me ta help 'em, ain't helpin' theyself
You must be out your mind if you ain't helpin' yourself
Ain't no love loss, I just gotta stay my distance
Gotta keep my mind straight, before I come up missin'

Gotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, mister
Ain't gon' let nobody stop me from gettin' my six figures
Gettin' my shine on, bling-blingin' everyday
If you're not for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Every time I hit tha block, it look like it get worse
Make me wonder if V.L. and Magnolia got a curse
My niggas still my niggas, got love for 'em all
I hate to see that market ride they back and make 'em fall

Somebody tell me, if I didn't have change and I was broke
Would I get tha same attention when I'm in tha next four-door
No, I don't think so, I'll be a equal nigga
On the set, smokin' jo's, beggin' people for scrilla

On the reala, if I could do it, then you could
Lay your hustle down and make your way out the hood
Ain't nobody gon' give no hand-outs, I swear
Ain't nobody gon' pay tha bills in your house, I swear

They don't care, ya gotta stand on your own, my nigga
You ain't no child, look in tha mirror, you're grown, my nigga
Do yourself a favor, leave tha heroin alone, my nigga
And get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Man, you could be out here tryin' ta do somethin', man
I mean every time we come through, man
I do somethin' for my people, man
I give tha little kids a dollar or so, ya know what I'm sayin'

I try ta do things for tha football team
Try ta take care of my people
Try ta show them how ta help theyself

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Shake Ya Ass - Lyrics - Various Artists

Title: Shake Ya Ass
Artist: Various Artists
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Michael Tyler, Pharrell Williams

Lyric:
Shake ya ass, but watch yourself
Shake ya ass, show me what you workin' with

Shake ya ass, but watch yourself
Shake ya ass, show me what you workin' with

I came here with my dick in my hand
Don't make me leave here with my foot in yo' ass be cool
And don't worry 'bout how I'm rippin' this shit
When I'm flippin' what I'm kickin' nigga, that's just what I do

I'm effervesecet and I'm off that crescent
Nastier than a full grown German Shepard
Motherfucker keep steppin' they don't fuck with me
And they don't y'all bitches can't catch me and you won't

Pay ya fare, fix ya hair, throw that pussy
Got a Prada for boonapalist and Donna for my babooski
You think I'm trickin'? Bitch, I ain't trippin'
I'm buyin' if you got nice curves for your iceberg

Drinkin' henn and actin' like it do somethin' to me
Hope this indecent proposal make you do somethin' with me
Fuck a dollar girl, pick up fifty

And fuck that coward you need a real nigga
Off top knick a boxers hurtin' shit
Bend over hoe show me what you workin' with

Shake ya ass, but watch yourself
Shake ya ass, show me what you workin' with

Attention all y'all players and pimps
Right now in the place to be
(Shake ya ass)
I thought I told y'all niggas before
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
(Watch yourself)

Now this ain't for no small booties
No sir 'cause that won't pass
(Show me whatcha workin' with)
But if you feel you got the biggest one
Then momma come shake ya ass

Shake ya ass, but watch yourself
Shake ya ass, show me what you workin' with

I like my women fire like cay enne
Chocolate and bowlegged when I'm runnin' up behind her
Go head get ya pop a lock let the cock out
For girl don't lie you know you wanna go back to my house

The Man Right Chea wanna get under that dress right there
You spicy cajun we gon' a good time over there
You better suck the head on them there crawfish
And you gotta bend all the way over to dance off this

Handle yo' business but I know you do it way better, you dead wrong
So if you talkin' ' bout how niggaz make noise when you pass by
Get yo' fine ass on the floor girl this yo' fuckin' song
Do yo' thang don't be scared 'cause you gon' get served

You get mine then you gon' get yours
'Bout to make yo' ass love it
Raise it up, show the G-string hustlin', hustlin'

Attention all y'all players and pimps
Right now in the place to be
(Shake ya ass)
I thought I told y'all niggas before
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
(Watch yourself)

Now this ain't for no small booties
No sir 'cause that won't pass
(Show me whatcha workin' with)
But if you feel you got the biggest one
Then momma come shake ya ass

Shake ya ass, but watch yourself
Shake ya ass, show me what you workin' with

Stop yo' cryin' heffer, I don't need all that
I got a job for you the braided up pimp is back
Break them handcuffs, fuck you nigga move somethin'
And if they ask you what you doin' say ooh nuttin'

And we been doin' for the past two somethin'
And I've been beatin' that pussy up now it's smooth fuckin'
You can betcha bottom dollar if that pussy fire
You gon' holla Michael Tyler

So don't act like you don't be backin' that stuff up
Girl in the club 'cause that's what you got ass for
Wobble wobble I'm infatuated
Bitch ride a dick like she makin' a baby

And I see that we gon' have to go to a quiet corner for just us two
Don't worry about who lookin' just keep on doin' what you doin'
'Cause a nigga like me gon' get to work before I know the girl
Bitch what's happnin' let 'em see, show the world

Attention all y'all players and pimps
Right now in the place to be
(Shake ya ass)
I thought I told y'all niggas before
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
(Watch yourself)

Now this ain't for no small booties
No sir 'cause that won't pass
(Show me whatcha workin' with)
But if you feel you got the biggest one
Then momma come shake ya ass

Shake ya ass, but watch yourself
Shake ya ass, show me what you workin' with

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Makin' It Last All Night - Lyrics - Mariah Carey

Title: Makin' It Last All Night
Artist: Mariah Carey
Composer(s): Bryan Michael Paul Cox, Dalvin E Degrate, Johnta M Austin, Jermaine Dupri, Jaron C Alston, Jr., Donald Earl Degrate, Mariah Carey

Lyric:
Got me fly and sexy
Something in you gets me
So tingly inside
Visions of us in the cut tonite

And I find you so appealing
Definitely feeling you
If you didn?t know
Boy, you?re the secret I?ve never told

Betcha think I'm teasin'
But I ain?t got no reason to deny
The way I feel inside, tonight
I just want to touch you

Put my hands on you and love you
You'll be like I want you
Over and over and over and over again

What it look like?
Me and you makin' it last all night
What it do?
(What it do?)
My heart is beating faster all the time

What it look like?
Boy, you don?t even know everything that flows through my mind
What it do?
(What it do?)
Ooh, boy what you gonna do about it?

Listen, I got stacks like the international house of pancakes
Your man great got more rovers then a land make
I make hits and I don't care about cha damn hate
Can't stop, yeah, I just do it for the fans' sake

You know this man take trips to Japan
Tell 'em dry the runway out, don't want it wet when I land
O5's my year, '06 ain't stoppin'
You look up again and the chart, I'm toppin'
(So So Def)
That's how I do it, man

What must I say, what must I do
To show how much I think about freakin' you?
What must I say, what must I do
To show how much I think about freakin' you
(Boy I)

Tonight, I need your body
(I need your body, babe)
Tonight, you got my time
(Every little second of my time baby)

Tonight, you won?t be sorry
(No, no, you won't be sorry, baby)
Tonight, you gon? be mine
(C'mon)

Betcha think I?m teasin'
But I ain?t got no reason to deny
The way I feel inside, tonight
I just want to touch you

Put my hands on you and love you
You'll be like I want you
Over and over and over and over again

What it look like?
Me and you makin' it last all night
What it do?
My heart would be faster all the time

What it look like?
Boy, you don?t even know everything that goes through my mind
What it do?
Ooh, boy what you gonna do about it?

What it look like?
Me and you makin' it last all night
What it do?
My heart is beating faster all the time

What it look like?
Boy, you don?t even know everything that goes through my mind
What it do?
Ooh, boy what you gonna do about it?

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Pussy Crook - Lyrics - Tarantula - Mystikal

Title: Pussy Crook
Album: Tarantula
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Craig Lawson, Michael Tyler, Pharrell Williams

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Lyric:
Callin' all cars, callin' all cars
Be on the look out for a pussy vandalism, over
A pussy bandit
Suspect is known in many states for dickin' yo woman, over
He is dangerous, be on the look out

I knock the muthafuckin' pussy off the hook
Huh, I take the face off the rapper fuckin' with the punch master
The tight line sharp shooter, the handsome assassin 'cause word expert
You don't know nothing bout this come on mama and get you
Something braid it up pimpin', I make a shy cryin' bitch start swimming
Take it off put cha legs up, see if I can touch the kitty

Fuck it fuck it suck it, 200 dollars, bitch that ain't nothing
Show me what cha working wit' but if ya pussy smellin' shrimpy ho
Get yo fuckin' shirt and shit somebody better stop her
She runnin' round this bitch ha pussy smellin' like red lobster
That's the type of bitch ya don't touch
Some hoes you can look at but the rest don't fuck

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

Somebody tell me the woman complaining talking bout I'm too sexual
But leave me alone with her, betcha I could sex the hoe
Fuck you like I ate my vegetables knock it down for an hour and a half
And still got dick left the door the man right chea
Fuck you on the floor and still shake the chandelier
I got it caught again somewhere
Stop that fuckin' runnin' and bring that ass over here

Bitch touch yo toes touch that wall work that pole
What you doin' after 2 am, in the hotel gotta give ya whatcha came for
Waste hittin' wash it off then face hittin' manojetwas I stay getting
If you can't work it then don't flirt you got them little bitty titties
Don't raise yo shirt I sort 'em out and some ain't stayin'
Take them fuckin' thongs off don't here wit' no plan I cut cha up
When I'm climmin' on ya throw it at cha like I'm a phenomenon

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

What the fuck you mean yo period done you can't gimme no lovin'?
Shit, it's time for funky fire boo hole pluggin'
She said, "I never done that stuff"
I said, "Well let me talk you through it, get the KY jelly"
Put a hump in yo back baby quit movin' yo leg
Get loose and relax lady she was actin' all timid
But the next thing you know she was humpin' back wit me
I was all the way up in that ass I was hard like a horse
She still wanted to do it fast, 2 hours and no part
Still talking bout, "Don't stop oh Lord"

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

Callin' all cars, callin' all cars, suspect last seen
Headed East I 10 toward New Orleans, over
Be advised he is armed with dick, and striking good looks, over
Suspect is in a big truck excursion or Escalade
Or some shit he is in a big truck, over
Be on the look out leave all pussy inside

Gimmie this motherfuckin' money
Y'all motherfuckers ain't go never catch me motherfucker
The only thing y'all gone catch is this dick, you motherfucker
This a motherfuckin' nother KLC Smash, you motherfucker
Mystikal, Medicine Man, Big Truck nigga, over

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Soldier Like Me (Aka Return Of The Soulja) - Eminem - Lyrics - Loyal to the Game - 2pac

Title: Soldier Like Me (Aka Return Of The Soulja) - Eminem
Album: Loyal to the Game
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Randy Walker, Marshall Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
So what I wanna do, hopefully is, I wanna be
I-I-I don't wannabe I am Tupac

2005 guess who's back? G-g-guess who's back
G-g-guess who's back? G-g-guess who's back

Everywhere I see, a soulja, a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja, a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me

Everywhere I see, a soulja, a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja, a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me

Posse deep as I role through the streets
Motherfuck the police as we creep, in our Jeeps
Layin' so long you think I'm asleep
But at the slightest beef, I'm robbin niggaz through the teeth

And OPD can get the dick if they play tuffy
Last time them niggaz rushed me, I ain't bust but now I'm touched
Trust me, ain't nothing jumpin' but these buck shots
Them niggaz got enough knots, I'm poppin' corrupt cops

Ya motherfuckaz catch a hot one
You wanted to start a problem, now you coward cops have got one
And there's no prison that can hold a
Motherfuckin' soulja, ready to roll and take control

So now I jack 'em while they sleepin'
Role to the door, through a grenade in the precinct
Some people panic, brothers bugged out
I had to keep poppin', 'cuz wouldn't stop until they rugged out

And they vest don't protect from the head wounds
Reload ammunitions and them bitches will be dead soon
Smoke rising from the barrel of my shotty
I finally got revenge, now count the bodies

20 cops, one for every year in jail
Tryin' to keep a nigga down but ya failed
Before I let ya take me, I told ya
Fuck being trapped, I'm a soulja

I betcha that I got something you ain't got, that's called courage
It don't come from no liquor bottle, it ain't scotch, it's not bourbon
I don't walk around like no G 'cuz that ain't me, I'm not that person
I don't try to act like you do 'cuz that aint you
You just frontin' you ain't?

It's Tupac in the mad bitch
In them six fo, rag on them thangs, that's a bad bitch
Gettin' ghosts on them bitches in the town
Bustin' out the backseat, nigga when we clown

Homie is you down? B got the strap and she anxious
Hurry up 'fo she spank shit
Commin' round the corners, spittin' rounds
They payin homie down
Caught them sucka ass bitches outta bounce

Now tell me how that sound?
A double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day
Now tell me how that sound?
A double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day
Stinkin' biatch

I betcha that I got something you ain't got, that's called courage
It don't come from no liquor bottle, it ain't scotch, it's not bourbon
I don't walk around like no G 'cuz that ain't me, I'm not that person
I don't try to act like you do 'cuz that ain't you
You just frontin' you ain't? Tupac

Everywhere I see, a soulja, a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja, a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me

Everywhere I see, a soulja, a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja, a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me

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Do That S*** - Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

Title: Do That S***
Artist: Ruff Ryders
Composer(s): Eve Jeffers, Darrin Dean, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
Sick when she rock shit, stop when block shit
Never try to run when she pull back the cock shit
Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop shit
Got 'em goin' crazy, wonderin' when they could cop shit

First lady, Ruff Ryder, honey got the hot shit
Star-bound, money now, for jet-black drop shit
Eve guarantee, betcha' niggaz wanna pop this
Little kids be behind me screamin' out, "Can you stop Miss?"

I know they daddy's fiendin', daydreamin' bout me topless
Real bitches listen while they ride around and knock my shit
Try not to move ya head, come on now, stop it
Hustle nigga betty take yours quicker than coke profit

'Cuz I can double it, and put
Bitch on bitch, brick on brick, stich on stich, who you fuckin' wit?
Not me, can't a nigga or bitch stop me
You hatin' mothafuckas line up for your first copy

Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, uhh
Role it up and just lite some, uhh
Where my niggaz with the big guns?
And when you smoke that shit it's like, whoa, whoa

Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, uhh
Role it up and just lite some, uhh
Where my bitches that take ones?
And when you smoke that shit it's like, whoa, whoa

Uh, yo start the beef, hold up, ran when we rolled up
Tough guy, wanna try ya luck? Betcha' fold up
Ask around partner, got this whole shit sewed up
Gotcha' cryin' like, "Man I wanna blow up"

Cowards make me sick, swear to god I wanna throw-up
Answer in a session with me? You better flow tough
Offended? Don't agree with what I'm sayin' nigga? So what?
Now I gotta teach you respect, you better slow up

Question, 'Can she really hold it down?' Sure enough
Philly's where she from, but when she smoke, she like to go Dutch
You know what? Quick to take the next man Shyne
Quick to make him start bitchin' make the next man whine

Fuckin babies!! Go ahead and lay down, it's nap-time
Same shit you spittin', heard it in your last rhyme
Ain't to much thatchu' could do, so that'chure skills could pass mine
Career fineto, here's some dough, go watch a peep show

Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, uhh
Role it up and just lite some, uhh
Where my niggaz with the big guns?
And when you smoke that shit it's like, whoa, whoa

Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, uhh
Role it up and just lite some, uhh
Where my bitches that take ones?
And when you smoke that shit it's like, whoa, whoa

What me to talk crazy, shit, my mom's made me
And all ya'll niggas can do is spend a paybie
Ain't gonna never change, do anything for bricks
Call my celly to come get you while I pass you in your Range

Nigga ride ya shotgun in the car wit' your friends
And what the fuck you wanna do? But wanna blow out your brains?
Clown, I spot 'em from the time you buy me a drink
Instantly I get a vision of diamond studded links
And full ink minks, and little doggies dyed pink

'Cuz I know ya wanna spend your last, before you even think
If you know somethin', speak the shit, I can keep a secret
To me, the niggas with the most money, is the cheapest
Wanna give me money off the book? Daddy you can keep it

That's why they got the most sites, and in the most fights
And walk with big brolic niggas thats protectin' they life
If you know you pussy nigga, take off the ice

Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, uhh
Role it up and just lite some, uhh
Where my niggaz with the big guns?
And when you smoke that shit it's like, whoa, whoa

Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, uhh
Role it up and just lite some, uhh
Where my bitches that take ones?
And when you smoke that shit it's like, whoa, whoa

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Son Of A Gun (Remix) - Lyrics - Janet Jackson

Title: Son Of A Gun (Remix)
Artist: Janet Jackson
Composer(s): Terry Lewis, Carly Simon, Janet Jackson, James Iii Harris

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Lyric:
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you?d get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have the cake and eat it too

Son of a gun
Son of a gun

You're such a romantic hero
The way you dress and look yourself over
It's no wonder you would ponder that image
Of your greedy self in the mirror

Go on

Sharp shooter into breakin? hearts
A baby jiggalo, a sex pistol
Hollerin? at everything that walks
No substance, just small talk

Know why you?re feelin? on that girl?s behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workin? your work until you think you find
Who?s goin? home with you tonight

Oh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Who?s your next victim?
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?

Oh, What you gonna tell her after she discovers
You don?t really love her?
Oh, it?s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down
Gun slugger shoot ?em up

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you?d get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have the cake and eat it too

Son of a gun

You tell 'em, Carly
Clouds in my coffee
Go on
Clouds in my coffee

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you?d get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have the cake and eat it too

Sweatin? me but I?m not you?re type
You think you irk me and you?re so right
I?d rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach house

No, I ain?t gonna go and act a fool
And be the lead story on the nigga news
Not me, sucker, I?d never be your lover
I?d rather make you suffer, you stupid motha fucker

Oh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Who?s your next victim?
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?

Oh, what you gonna tell her after she discovers
You don?t really love her?
Oh, it?s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down
Gun slugger shoot ?em up

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you?d get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have the cake and eat it too
(Let's dance)

You tell 'em, Carly

Clouds of various shapes and sizes
Most guys like to evaluate their prizes
We come with so many different tricks
The apricot scarf was worn by Nick
Nothing in the words refer to Nick

Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off
Show me what you?re gonna do, I ain?t ?bout to run
You have just run out of ammunition
(I'm storm cloud, baby)
Shootin? blanks now, you son of a gun
(You can roll like thunder all over me)

No, no, no, no, no
It?s not what you say, it?s what you do
You?re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you, don?t you

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you

Oh, go on

Son of a gun

Go on
Janet and me, thick as thieves
Never met jet but I'll venture a bet
There's a common threat to our common dream
Tell 'em, Carly
And if it wasn't for that damned cream
There'd be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee

Who do you think you are, Rambo?
Or a cumulonimbus cavulotus or a cirrus or an altostratus?
Somebody to make somebody like me proud
You tell 'em, Carly
In the encyclopedia of clouds?
Alright now
No no no no
It's not what you say, it's what you do
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you

You tell 'em, Carly
You probably think this song is about you
Tell 'em now
Yeah, you probably think this song is about you
That's right, girl
Is about you
Go on
Is about you
Go on
Is about you
You probably think this song is about you

You son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun

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Run Tha Streetz - Lyrics - All Eyez On Me - 2pac

Title: Run Tha Streetz
Album: All Eyez On Me
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Lee Jackson, Aaron Robin Hall Iii, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Timothy William Gatling, Gene Griffin, Mutah W. Beale, Teddy Riley

Lyric:
You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

Now peep it
Here go tha secret on how to keep a playa
Some love makin' and home cookin'
I'll see ya later

It don't take alot
To keep a nigga hard
Must be a lady in tha light
But real freaky in tha dark

Plus I got some enemies, baby
Hold my pistol
And wrap your arms around a nigga
Everytime I kiss you

Can you visualize the picture?
Me and you in extasy
Don't be upset, it's good sex
When you next to me

Do you wanna test me?
Put your tired head on my chest
A thug niggas in tha house
Now you can rest

I betcha never screamed a niggas whole name out
And felt tha pleasure and tha pain
About to fuck tha very taste out your mouth
If you call me when you need me

1-800-skypage when you wanna see me
'Cause I can be your man and baby you can be my lady
But you gotta give a nigga space
Or you'll drive me crazy, run the streetz

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

Now me and you was cool
But I ain't tha one to play tha fool
Can't make no money in bed
So ain't no future fuckin' you

I ain't tha bitch ta love ya
Can't do a damn thang for you
If you ain't about money
9 times outta ten

I'll ignore you, it's a man's World
But real women make tha shit go around
Disrespect and I clown
Tha type of bitch to throw down

Throw up tha block
'Cause nothin' stops my chips
I boss playa with this
Then twist you lame tricks

Holla if ya understand my plan ladies
Fuck havin' babies by them
Shady ass niggas
Swearin', he can save me

My stratagies official
Checkin' ya pockets while I tounge kiss ya
Soft as tissue
So my next issue is, "How to diss you?"

They call me storm
From tha day I was born
I been known to break tha coldest muthafucker
Till' his hearts warm

I ain't never been tha type to wait at home alone
Just 'cause we bone
Don't mean you own me
Nigga, I'm grown

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

I'd rather run the streetz
To make some mail
And put tha game down tight
For these gamin' bitches could get it right

It might be a plan that I'm choosen
Don't get in confusion
Because I'm known for showin' examples
How I do it

Thinkin' I'm new to this because I'm younger
Where I'll only leave you
Suspecious and to wonder
And at tha end I make a come up

Nigga, was raiseed up
Off of M.O.B.
Fightin' over somethin'
That's tellen me don't run the streetz

So tell me am I wrong?
For tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in tha mornin'
By sunrise I'll be gone

All my homies is waitin' for me
Plotin' on plans that we made
And all tha fun that it's gonna be
So meet me at 3' and don't be late nigga

We hagin' out all night while drinkin' straight liquor
I heard it's popin' at a club
But they say I can't get in
'Cause I'm dressed like a thug until I die

I'll be game related
Got me strivin' for a million
Stayin' motivated
Now that we made it

It's a battle
Just for tha big money
I'm livin' wild no smiles
'Cause ain't a thing funny

I came up hungry just a little nigga
Tryin' to make it
I only got one chance
So I gotta take it

Ya never know when it's all gonna happen
Tha rappen or tha drugs
But until then give me love
And let me run the streetz

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

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Double Agent - Lyrics - Amanda Marshall

Title: Double Agent
Artist: Amanda Marshall
Composer(s): Marvin Leonard, Amanda Marshall, Peter Asher, Billy Mann

Lyric:
What-what, what-what, what-what, what-what
What-what, what-what, what-what, what-what
What-what, what-what, what-what, what-what

What do you see when you see me?
You see my long blonde hair and the particular way
That my lips are shaped
That my body takes when you talk to me

What do you know when you know me?
Don't file me under categories, you're deceived
You don't know me, I'm not only a surface, a country
What you don't know about me is

I'm a double agent on my mama's side
The shit I hear you say just blows my mind
Everytime, recognize

Though who I am to you is not a lie
I don't have to volunteer and say
That I was born a particular way
I got no uniform, I'm camouflaged in any light

Obviously you can't tell
I'm a double agent on my mama's side

And what do you hear when you hear me?
I hear you crank up Jay-Z, it's your favorite jam
And you talk with your hands like an MC
Betcha never get stopped by the police

You never ask me about me, no, no, no
About how I feel when you call all your white friends
Homeboy and nigga and homie
Oh, please it hurts me and you don't see

What you don't know about me is
I told you everybody's got a story

I'm a double agent on my mama's side
The shit I hear you say just blows my mind
Everytime, recognize

Though who I am to you is not a lie
I don't have to volunteer and say
That I was born a particular way
I got no uniform, I'm camouflaged in any light

Obviously you can't tell
I'm a double agent on my mama's side

I am invisible, I am
Am I responsible? I am
I'm in between it all
Who is the enemy?

I am part of no plan
My honesty is contraband
My blood is thicker than any man

What do you like when you like me?
Don't you like me?
I am ingredients far beyond flour and molecules
Calluses, family jewels, I'm no fool

We went to the same school
Some of your best friends are just like me
But when they're not around you make jokes and conspire
The fire gets higher and I feel the heat

Rising underneath
Who is more deceived?
What you don't know about me is

I'm a double agent on my mama's side
And the shit I hear you say just blows my mind
Everytime, recognize

Though who I am to you is not a lie
I don't have to volunteer and say
That I was born a particular way
I got no uniform, I'm camouflaged in any light

Obviously you can't tell
I'm a double agent on my mama's side

Double agent on my mama's side
The shit I hear you say just blows my mind
Everytime, recognize

Though who I am to you is not a lie
I don't have to volunteer and say
That I was born a particular way
I got no uniform, I'm camouflaged in any light

Obviously you can't tell
I'm a double agent on my mama's side

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Son Of A Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You) - Lyrics - All For You - Janet Jackson

Title: Son Of A Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You)
Album: All For You
Artist: Janet Jackson
Composer(s): Terry Lewis, Carly Simon, Janet Jackson, James Iii Harris

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Lyric:
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you?d get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have the cake and eat it too

Son of a gun
Son of a gun

You're such a romantic hero
The way you dress and look yourself over
It's no wonder you would ponder that image
Of your greedy self in the mirror

Go on

Sharp shooter into breakin? hearts
A baby jiggalo, a sex pistol
Hollerin? at everything that walks
No substance, just small talk

Know why you?re feelin? on that girl?s behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workin? your work until you think you find
Who?s goin? home with you tonight

Oh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Who?s your next victim?
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?

Oh, What you gonna tell her after she discovers
You don?t really love her?
Oh, it?s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down
Gun slugger shoot ?em up

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you?d get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have the cake and eat it too

Son of a gun

You tell 'em, Carly
Clouds in my coffee
Go on
Clouds in my coffee

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you?d get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have the cake and eat it too

Sweatin? me but I?m not you?re type
You think you irk me and you?re so right
I?d rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach house

No, I ain?t gonna go and act a fool
And be the lead story on the nigga news
Not me, sucker, I?d never be your lover
I?d rather make you suffer, you stupid motha fucker

Oh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Who?s your next victim?
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?

Oh, what you gonna tell her after she discovers
You don?t really love her?
Oh, it?s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down
Gun slugger shoot ?em up

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you?d get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have the cake and eat it too
(Let's dance)

You tell 'em, Carly

Clouds of various shapes and sizes
Most guys like to evaluate their prizes
We come with so many different tricks
The apricot scarf was worn by Nick
Nothing in the words refer to Nick

Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off
Show me what you?re gonna do, I ain?t ?bout to run
You have just run out of ammunition
(I'm storm cloud, baby)
Shootin? blanks now, you son of a gun
(You can roll like thunder all over me)

No, no, no, no, no
It?s not what you say, it?s what you do
You?re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you, don?t you

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you

Oh, go on

Son of a gun

Go on
Janet and me, thick as thieves
Never met jet but I'll venture a bet
There's a common threat to our common dream
Tell 'em, Carly
And if it wasn't for that damned cream
There'd be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee

Who do you think you are, Rambo?
Or a cumulonimbus cavulotus or a cirrus or an altostratus?
Somebody to make somebody like me proud
You tell 'em, Carly
In the encyclopedia of clouds?
Alright now
No no no no
It's not what you say, it's what you do
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you

You tell 'em, Carly
You probably think this song is about you
Tell 'em now
Yeah, you probably think this song is about you
That's right, girl
Is about you
Go on
Is about you
Go on
Is about you
You probably think this song is about you

You son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun

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Bossy - Lyrics - Kelis

Title: Bossy
Artist: Kelis
Composer(s): Alonzo Mario Stevenson, Jasper Cameron, Todd Shaw, Shondrae Crawford, Sean Garrett, Kelis Rogers

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Lyric:
A yo
You don't have to love me
You don't even have to like me
But you will respect me
You know why?
?Cause I'm a boss!

Uh uh uh
(Watch the beat go)
Uh uh uh
(Watch the beat go)
Uh uh uh
(Watch the beat go)
Uh uh
(Watch the beat go)

I'm bossy! I'm the first girl to scream on a track
I switched up the beat of the drum
That's right I brought all the boys to the yard
And that's right I'm the one that's tattooed on his arm

I'm bossy! I'm the bitch y'all love to hate
I'm the chick that's raised the stakes
I told young Stanley he should switch to Bape
I'm back wit an 808 ?cause I'm bossy!

Ooh, let me slow it down so you can catch the flow
(Catch the flow)
Screw it up make it go extra slow
(Extra slow)
Real girls get down on the floor
(On the floor, get down on the floor)

Ooh, I gave you a taste, you want some more
Touch down on me, throw it up like a pro
I ride the beat like a bicycle, an icicle

Ooh, from the 64 hoppers up in Crenshaw
To the money makin' playas up in Harlem
Don't want no problems
We gon' keep it bumpin' while the 808 is jumpin'

Diamonds on my neck, d-diamonds on my grill
Diamonds on my neck, d-diamonds on my grill

I'm bossy! I'm the first girl to scream on a track
I switched up the beat of the drum
That's right I brought all the boys to the yard
And that's right I'm the one that's tattooed on his arm

I'm bossy! I'm the bitch y'all love to hate
I'm the chick that's raised the stakes
I told young Stanley he should switch to Bape
I'm back wit an 808 ?cause I'm bossy!

Ooh
(I bet, I bet, I bet)
Betcha never heard it like this before
(This before)
Me and my baby be closin' the Phantom doors
(Phantom doors)
Bar poppin' shit that you can't afford
(Can't afford)

Ooh, I'm chokin'
Lost in the clouds, it's all smokin'
All the while I'm all open
Me and my girls we stay fly and I love to stay high

Ooh, from the 64 hoppers up in Crenshaw
To the money makin' playas up in Harlem
Don't want no problems
We gon' keep it bumpin' while the 808 is jumpin'

Diamonds on my neck d-diamonds on my grill
Diamonds on my neck d-diamonds on my grill

I'm bossy! I'm the first girl to scream on a track
I switched up the beat of the drum
That's right I brought all the boys to the yard
And that's right I'm the one that's tattooed on his arm

I'm bossy! I'm the bitch y'all love to hate
I'm the chick that's raised the stakes
I told young Stanley he should switch to Bape
I'm back wit an 808 ?cause I'm bossy!

It's ?bout time that she get wit me
Can't stop starin', she's fine and she's pretty
Damn girl don't hurt 'em
If niggaz don't back back you gon' work 'em

Put your mack down, I know your background
What you want girl? You gettin' that now
That's how you do it, huh? Well I'm the coolest one
Them bad bitches in the back, bring ?em to the front

Bitch! Tell dat man you's a boss bitch
Make some noise, raise your hand if you's a boss bitch
I don't think he understands you's a boss bitch
Get some help if you can ?cause he lost it

Ain't no refunds she spent the cash man
In yo Benz wit her friends in the fast lane
Flossin', he said, ?How much she cost me??
?About a million dollars playa, she's bossy!?

I'm bossy! I'm the first girl to scream on a track
I switched up the beat of the drum
That's right I brought all the boys to the yard
And that's right I'm the one that's tattooed on his arm

I'm bossy! I'm the bitch y'all love to hate
I'm the chick that's raised the stakes
I told young Stanley he should switch to Bape
I'm back wit an 808 ?cause I'm bossy!

Uh uh uh
(Watch the beat go)
Uh uh uh
(Watch the beat go)
Uh uh uh
(Watch the beat go)
Uh uh
(Watch the beat go)

Uh uh uh
(Watch the beat go)
Uh uh uh
(Watch the beat go)
Uh uh uh
(Watch the beat go)
Uh uh uh
(Watch the beat go)
Uh uh

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