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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Lights On - Lyrics - Alter Ego - Tyrese

Title: Lights On
Album: Alter Ego
Artist: Tyrese
Composer(s): Patrick Smith, Sam Salter, Christopher Stewart

Lyric:
So I'm on the phone wit this shorty right?
I'm like, baby we about to do this
So why you, why you want the lights on?
So you know, I figured out
(Shorty like it better with the lights on)
That she liked to watch what's goin' down
(Shorty like it better with the lights on)
So I was like aiight, it's somethin' new but, I'm 'bout it, let's go

She got, she got the kind of love that make you wanna
Stand up in the club singin' 'Go shorty'
She got, she got the kinda of drop
Make a **** go out and cop anything that she wanted

She got, she got the heat to light that **** like fire
And if you need a hit, I dare you to trya, trya, trya
Baby girl'll get ya higher higher higher

She'll have ya feelin' like
'Cuz ain't nobody betta at workin' that thang down
And she'll work it out, don't turn the lights out, 'cuz

Shorty like it better with the lights on
Shake a little harder with the lights on
And when she get to feelin' the groove then she get into you
Betcha she'll keep ya comin'

Shorty like it better with the lights on
Shake a little harder with the lights on
And when she get to feelin' the groove then she get into you
Betcha she'll keep ya comin'

She got, she got the kind of cut that'll keep ya messed up
And you fall up and then slip in
She got, she got the crazy butt that'll have you like what the ****
When they come up missin'

She got, she's got a grip and knows how to use it
And when she got you beat she ain't 'bout to lose it lose it lose it
'Cuz she knows how to move it, move it

I'm feelin' like
'Cuz ain't nobody betta at puttin' the thang down
So don't turn the lights out

Shorty like it better with the lights on
Shake a little harder with the lights on
And when she get to feelin' the groove then she get into you
Betcha she'll keep ya comin'

Shorty like it better with the lights on
Shake a little harder with the lights on
And when she get to feelin' the groove then she get into you
Betcha she'll keep ya comin'

It really don't take a long
You can stop it once you get it close
It's how you messed up in the back caught up
Trying to take a hold
Next thing you know you're trying to turn the lights out

It really don't take a long
You can stop it once you get it close
It's how you messed up in the back caught up
Trying to take a hold
Next thing you know you're trying to turn the lights out, lights out

Shorty like it better with the lights on
Shake a little harder with the lights on
And when she get to feelin' the groove then she get into you
Betcha she'll keep ya comin'

Shorty like it better with the lights on
Shake a little harder with the lights on
And when she get to feelin' the groove then she get into you
Betcha she'll keep ya comin'

Shorty like it better with the lights on
Shake a little harder with the lights on
And when she get to feelin' the groove then she get into you
Betcha she'll keep ya comin'

Shorty like it better with the lights on
Shake a little harder with the lights on
And when she get to feelin' the groove then she get into you
Betcha she'll keep ya comin'

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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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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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Look At Your Hands - Lyrics - Faith - George Michael

Title: Look At Your Hands
Album: Faith
Artist: George Michael
Composer(s): David Austin, George Michael R Phillips

Lyric:
I loved you once but look at you now
You're in somebody else's bed
I loved you once so I don't know how
You're with a man like that, you'd be better off dead

He don't care, he don't treat you right
It's not fair, I still want you at night
Can't you see you made a mistake, girl?
But he treats you like dirt and I hate it

Na, na, na, na, na, na, lady, look at your hands
You got two fat children and a drunken man
Betcha don't, betcha don't, betcha don't like your life
Betcha don't, betcha don't, betcha don't like it

Ma, ma, ma, ma baby, look at your hands
You should have been my woman when you had the chance
Betcha don't, betcha don't, betcha don't like your life
Betcha don't, betcha don't, betcha don't like your life now

He hits you once, he hits you twice
He don't care about the blood on his hands
But that's okay 'cause it's his wife
"It's the only thing she understands", he says

Say, you're gonna leave him
Say, you're gonna try but you're only talking
Oh, I know you think I'm a young boy
But I'm good and I think we can make it

Na, na, na, na, na, na, lady, look at your hands
You got two fat children and a drunken man
Betcha don't, betcha don't, betcha don't like your life
Betcha don't, betcha don't, betcha don't like it

Ma, ma, ma, ma baby, look at your hands
You should have been my woman when you had the chance
Betcha don't, betcha don't, betcha don't like your life
Betcha don't, betcha don't, betcha don't like your life now

Don't like your guy now

Well, excuse me baby, but it's making me mad
Only one you want is the only one you'll never have

Betcha don't, betcha don't, betcha don't like your life
Betcha don't, betcha don't, betcha don't like it
Betcha don't, betcha don't, betcha don't like your life
Betcha don't, betcha don't, betcha don't like it

Na, na, na, na, na, na, lady, look at your hands
You've got two fat children and a drunken man
And I bet you don't like your life now

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Twurkulator - Lyrics - Ying Yang Twins

Title: Twurkulator
Artist: Ying Yang Twins
Composer(s): C Young, Eric Jackson, Deongelo Holmes, C. Dorsey, Gar Michael Antoine Crooms

Lyric:
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

I'm givin' you 5 seconds to get your big booty ass on the floor
And do that brand new dance that Ying Yang came back with
Twurk somethin' come here! Twurk somethin' come here!

The dance is called the Twurkulator
So put your booty on duty and represent for da rent
'Cause Ying Yang is doin' this thing
And we ain't goin nowhere!

This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick from the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

Shorty down and get drunk or she'll drink a
If her momma knew she was crunk, she'll spank her
Shorty down to get bread
Fuck a nigga shakin' in the club that's what I said

Everything is a reason
We loose and have dues, it's all season
You gotta be down for the cause
When they comin' up out them draws
Don't be pullin' them off at the job

Shorty like hittin' the club 'cause she like to dance
Gettin' freaky on the floor doin' the 3 point stance
And she got a fat monkey down in her pants
She a hatta like biggy, gimmie one more chance

And she like gettin' freaky like a fuck bitch
The way she twurk, I betcha she could ride a good dick
If ya like what I'm sayin', you gotta be able
To get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick from the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

Take a bitch form the club back to the crib
Take them clothes off, lemme see them pussy-lips
You know what time it is, so why you wastin' it?
You wanna fuck, I wanna fuck so why you fakin' it?

You like to ride a dick or do it doggy style
I'll show you new tricks and do it froggy style
I gotta a long deep pole for da deep pussy hole
If the pussy too tight, then the pussy gettin' swole

This is for da women who love to get kinky
D-Rock and Pain like the Brain and Pinky
Gunna take over the world like buyin' the mansions
For them girls who like to fuck with them big ol' asses

Back it up bend on ova then touch your toes
I got a friend got me in 'cuz she given to these hoes
Beat this ho make that pussy moan
While we in the bed ask me why I act this way and I said

This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick from the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

Now Terry, she's a Twurkulator
Small and petite like her name was Jeda
All in the mall is where I made her
She asked me where I thought a real G could take her

To the [Incomprehensible] a little bit a trail-bit
Real did I'm a woody wood pecker type of feely feel man
She said, "You carry on like a true playa"
I told her came to was a Twurkulator

Georgia got some Twurkulators
Down in Florida, they got some Twurkulators
Alabama, they got some Twurkulators
North, South Carolina got some Twurkulators

New York got some Twurkulators
Detroit got some Twurkulators
Milwaukee got some Twurkulators
And wherever I forgot is some Twurkulators

This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick from the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick from the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

It's time, it's time

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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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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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Lovely - Lyrics - Dark Days Bright Nights - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Lovely
Album: Dark Days Bright Nights
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Scott S Storch, Warren Anderson Mathis

Lyric:
Here it comes again
Come on, come on
Here it comes again
Come on, come on

Don't I look extra slick in this Nautica?
Just think, it was you that she bought it for
Now you lookin' through receipts tryin' to audit her?
Man that shit ain't really happen, I thought it up, call her up
'Cause that little groupie out anyhow
I could a done it shit I'm fuckin' with Timmy now
If I had her it just would a been in and out
Back in that Escalade, we spinnin' out, women shout

Bubba brought some shit and we noticed it
Got them hoes stuck listenin' motionless
Please don't think of me as a chauvinist
But I am on fire and I'm knowin' this, blowin' this
Whole landscape to fragments and yeah you heard right I'm in Athens
Can't hardly keep up with these fashions
That's why forever Ralph Lauren's my passion, ask him

Just gimme a minute
I betcha every thing will turn out lovely
Just gimme a minute
I'm a be a-ight just trust me

Just gimme a minute
I betcha every thing will turn out lovely
Just gimme a minute
I'm a be a-ight just trust me

Fuck weak cash, I get mine on the slow roll
Beat Club eleven thou' is the logo
I ain't too far removed from the hobos
Tryin' to help 'em so I gotta get more dough, oh no
Bubba K done got in the zone boy
That's Timmy's Bentley dawg get your own toy
And as far as ladies go J lockin' that
Now that that's clear, where the vodka at?
Bring it back

I'll be takin' drunkard to Stonewall
Tell Jed hold my phone calls
He say he wanna run but he gon' crawl
You heard Get Right I done told y'all, don't stall
Let's keep this thang movin' okay bud?
Now say what? I can see why they gon' hate us
'Cause we all up in they grill like breakers

Just gimme a minute
I betcha every thing will turn out lovely
Just gimme a minute
I'm a be a-ight just trust me

Just gimme a minute
I betcha every thing will turn out lovely
Just gimme a minute
I'm a be a-ight just trust me

Boy you ain't blowin' nuttin' but hot air
All on the charts, how you got there?
Then again, ain't no secret it's not fair
But Bubba got 'em single the top scared, stop there
Met this little Betty through Demon Jones
And she love to slurp it up till the semen's gone
She must like the taste, she won't leave me 'lone
That might sound sick but to each your own, freak it on

All types of kinky little fetishes, all stimulants and all sedatives
Got interracial sense but I'm devilish
And Betty when I aim I never miss, tell 'em this
Bubba don't run with no lame ducks
Think he got a big dick but he can't fuck
That's why when you call us you hang up
And I just shot a load on that same slut

Just gimme a minute
I betcha every thing will turn out lovely
Just gimme a minute
I'm a be a-ight just trust me

Just gimme a minute
I betcha every thing will turn out lovely
Just gimme a minute
I'm a be a-ight just trust me

Just gimme a minute
I betcha every thing will turn out lovely
Just gimme a minute
I'm a be a-ight just trust me

Just gimme a minute
I betcha every thing will turn out lovely
Just gimme a minute
I'm a be a-ight just trust me

Gimme a minute, gimme a minute, gimme a minute, trust me
Gimme a minute, gimme a minute, lovely
Gimme a minute, gimme a minute, I'm in this ugly

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Betcha Never - Lyrics - Babyface

Title: Betcha Never
Artist: Babyface
Composer(s): Kenny Edmonds

Lyric:
I saw you with that girl last night, the both of you were making eyes
You did it right in front of my face as if I had no pride
And now you?re always working late, you never have much time for me
And you?re expecting me to believe that you?re not out with she

Tonight, I give you my surprise, I hope that you won?t mind
I?m giving you an eye for an eye
Baby, I?ve found another and he is my lover
And I?m going out for the rest of your life

I betcha never thought I?d go that far
I betcha never thought I?d break your heart
I betcha never even thought at all
I betcha never, no you never

I betcha never thought I?d go that far
I betcha never thought I?d break your heart
I betcha never even thought at all
I betcha never, no you never

I know that everybody lies, that I know I can?t deny
But what if it's intentional, the intention of your crime
'Cause I know how much I can take, I know my heart demands a change
If I can?t have my way, then all I have to say

Tonight, I give you my surprise in return for all the lies
I?m giving you an eye for an eye
Baby I?ve found another and he is my lover
And we?re going out for the rest of your life

I betcha never thought I?d go that far
I betch never thought I?d break your heart
I betcha never even thought at all
I betcha never, no you never

I betcha never thought I?d go that far
I betcha never thought I?d break your heart
I betcha never even thought at all
I betcha never, no you never
...

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Betcha Don'T Know - Lyrics - Az

Title: Betcha Don'T Know
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Anthony Cruz, Rahni P. Harris Jr., Tony Dofat

Lyric:
Betcha don't know what's goin' on
(Brooklyn)
If you don't know, we're gonna show you
(AZ)
Betcha don't know what's goin' on, no
(You heard?)
If you don't know, we're gonna show you
(Come on)

It's on now, New Year, pop the pain
Sun blaze through the gray cloud, stop the rain
Shear shirts by Chanel, baby, feel the breeze
Drop top, me and shorty, while she be at my knees

Let the wind blow, low fade, peep the glow
Know my style from the foul days, keep it low
Got new plans, worldwide, livin' the life
Any chick I make wife gon' shiver tonight

Know the game, it's ups and downs learnin' the ropes
Twenty-six years of age, just learnin' to cope
Came a long way but still got so far to go
So by now, I guess you know
(Talk to me)

Betcha don't know what's goin' on
(Yeah)
If you don't know, we're gonna show you
(AZ)
Betcha don't know what's goin' on
(Come on)
If you don't know, we're gonna show you
(You heard?)

What if we all had minds alike? Thought the same
Only few was taught to get this, divorce the game
Visualized as a young cat, saw the dream
Get large, shit hard, and assorted cream

So many came that I saw and went wise on my ways
Made livin' for me more intense, divided my days
Weekends, party nights, raffled the stakes
Love sophisticated women, those that rather you wait

Tipped it off from the finest juice to 90 proof
Rocked it all, from designer suits to climbin' boots
All in the summertime, workin' the courts
Lookin' mommy wit them thick legs, hurtin' them shorts

So many ladies in the world today searchin' for mates
Got these non-players perpin' for dates, hold up
Give me love if you've got it in ya, hot as Virginia
Hot enough for me to slide this up in ya

Betcha don't know what's goin' on
(Yeah)
If you don't know, we're gonna show you
(Feel me)
Betcha don't know what's goin' on
(Come on)
If you don't know, we're gonna show you, ooh
(You heard?)

Got the solar, Nat King Cole in his prime
So behold that, shoes unfold in each rhyme
Move accordin' like the chosen ones roamin' the earth
Gettin head until I'm dead, decompose in the dirt

Play the same spot, bitch cast, lost it all
Rollin' dice and G you're better, now you forced to ball
Havin' fun at the main event, toastin' cups
Quarter pieces tryin to get yours roastin' up

Play the game if you got toys to match your words
You a vet, throw your net, nigga, catch some birds
Only a few left, still sincere, spread love
Thank God, it's a heaven above
(Talk to me)

Betcha don't know what's goin' on
(Yeah)
If you don't know, we're gonna show you
(Uh huh)
Betcha don't know what's goin' on
(You heard?)
If you don't know, we're gonna show you

Betcha don't know what's goin' on
(Brooklyn)
If you don't know, we're gonna show you
(You heard?)
Betcha don't know what's goin' on
If you don't know, we're gonna show you
(So sad)

Betcha don't know what's goin' on
If you don't know, we're gonna show you
Betcha don't know what's goin' on
If you don't know, we're gonna show you

Betcha don't know what's goin' on
If you don't know, we're gonna show you
Betcha don't know what's goin' on

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Queen Bitch - Lyrics - Santa Monica '72 (Live) - David Bowie

Title: Queen Bitch
Album: Santa Monica '72 (Live)
Artist: David Bowie
Composer(s): David Robert Jones

Lyric:
Ah yeah
Oh yeah

I'm up on the eleventh floor
And I'm watching the cruisers below
He's down on the street
And he's try hard to pull sister Flo

Oh, my heart's in the basement
My weekend's at an all time low
'Cause she's hoping to score
So I can't see her letting him go

Walk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind
Oh, not her

She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that
Oh, yeah

She's an old-time ambassador
Of sweet talking, night walking games
And she's known in the darkest clubs
For pushing ahead of the dames

If she says she can do it
Then she can do it, she don't make false claims
But she's a queen and such a queen
Such a laughter is sucked in their brains

Now she's leading him on
And she'll lay him right down
Yes, she's leading him on
And she'll lay him right down

But it could have been me
Yes, it could have been me
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say?
No, no, no

She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that

So I lay down a while
And I gaze at my hotel wall
Oh, the cot is so cold
It don't feel like no bed at all

Yeah, I lay down a while
And look at my hotel wall
And he's down on the street
So I throw both his bags down the hall

And I'm phoning a cab
'Cause my stomach feels small
There's a taste in my mouth
And it's no taste at all

It could have been me
Oh yeah, it could have been me
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say?
No, no, no

She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that
Oh

You betcha
Oh yeah
Uh hu
Mmm

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It Ain'T The Money - Lyrics - The Trouble With Being Myself - Macy Gray

Title: It Ain'T The Money
Album: The Trouble With Being Myself
Artist: Macy Gray
Composer(s): Pharoahe Monch, Natalie Hinds, Justin Meldal-Johnsen, Beck Hansen, Victor Indrizzo, Jeremy Ruzumna, Macy Gray, Troy Jamerson

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Lyric:
Heart of mine, milk and honey
It ain't the money, now we know
Doin' lines, ain't it funny
It ain't the money, now we know

After the money they lust sell their souls for the unlimited cash flow
In God we trust but that's never in class
Though Enron, WorldCom, CEO assholes
A monopoly to collect whenever they pass go

Big screen TV's, nigga please
There will be no alerts before they search the siege
13 hrs in the seal with the 13 leaves
13 steps that it takes to see 13 thieves

Hidee high, lowdy low
Get up and go to the show
Every time I get low
Get up and go to the show

I fell in love with her once, she was evil, I remember
Her 18th birthday she became legal tender
Some say she was heaven sent with skeletons in her closet
Traded herself for drugs and stayed inside of my wallet

I know women who couldn't have her who became alcoholics
In the fetal position bent over toilets
And calling for earl with pains in their bladders
So, people listen, when I tell you, it really don't matter

Betcha giving head to a movie star
Betcha gotta llama riding in your car
Betcha you gotta TV built in your jet skis

Betcha giving head to a movie star
Betcha gotta llama riding in your car
Betcha you gotta TV built in your jet skis

Hidee high, lowdy low
Get up and go to the show

Ain't it funny how the money
Makes the honey taste like nothing
You can't have no more, now we know
(Now we know that it don't mean nothing)

Ain't it funny how the money
Makes the honey taste like nothing
You can't have no more, now we know
(Now we know that it don't mean nothing)

Peace of mind, fill my tummy
It ain't the money, now we know
Hard to find, got my something
It ain't the money, now we know
(Now we know that it don't mean nothing)

Hidee high, lowdy low
Get up and go to the show

Ain't it funny how the money
Makes the honey taste like nothing
You can't have no more, now we know
(I'm in the kitchen cooking up food)
Now we know
(Now we know that it don't mean nothing)

Ain't it funny how the money
Makes the honey taste like nothing
You can't have no more
(Now we know that it don't mean nothing)
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]

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Unit - Wanna Get To Know You - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - Wanna Get To Know You
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Christopher Lloyd, Leon Ware, David Brown, Jacqueline Dayl Hilliard

Lyric:
I wanna get to know you
I really wanna fuck you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I really wanna to drive you, crazy

I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I'm simply going to drive you , crazy

I'm lovin' how you look in my eyes
Swingin' them hips when you pass
I'm visualizin' my name tattooed on that ass, baby
Jump on this Harley, let's go smoke some of that Bob Marley
Sip some Bacardi, then go pull up at the after party
I think we make a perfect couple but you think I'm trouble
Maybe that's the reason you gave me the wrong number
She got me feelin' like, 'maybe she the wrong woman'
Think I'ma be chasin' the chicken head, you on somethin'
Your toes painted, half fixed all the time
And your Gucci boots the same color as mine
If you read between the lines you can see that I want you
I betcha I have you doin' what you said that you won't do
Make the decision, Shorty, good things don't last long
Your girlfriend keep showin' me that thong
Before I head home, I'ma stop at your house and blow the horn
If you come outside you know it's on
Holla at yo boy

I wanna get to know you
I really wanna fuck you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I really wanna to drive you, crazy

I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I'm simply going to drive you, crazy

Bitches be frustrated with the baller, wonder why I don't call her
Maybe because I'm busy and she needs someone to spoil her
It gets annoyin' from time to time I gotta ignore her
In order to let her know we'll be friends and nothing more
She loves it when I'm in town, hate it when I'm not around
I get her and wear her down, next door neighbors hear the sound
Pictures hittin' the ground, just enough to hold us down
I'm stickin' n' moving cruisin' after the third round
Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy
I can make a forty year old feel like a young lady
I admit I fell in love with a frame and to make her feel special
I let her call me by my governor name
Her panties wet over fame fall in love with my chain
I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer would she remain
Surrounding me hounding me trying to be my only
I'm not your boyfriend, I'm your homie

I wanna get to know you
I really wanna fuck you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I really wanna to drive you , crazy

I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I'm simply going to drive you , crazy

Yeah now, what would fuck me up more watchin' her lick her lips
Or watchin' her walk, she hypnotize me with her hips, man
I sweet talk her if she like
'Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right, right
Look I'm legit now, used to break laws
Now you can reap the benefits of world tours
Big house, big Benz, girl, its yours
Mink coats, Italian shoes, stones with no flaws
You ain't go to look like a model for me to adore you
All you gotta do is love me and be loyal
Don't indulge in my past, fuck what happened before you
'Cause there be some honeys gonna hate you that never saw you
Come here, let my touch on you, I let you touch on me
Put my tongue on you, you put your tongue on me
Let me ride on you and you can ride on
We can do it all the night, we can have a balla night

I wanna get to know you
I really wanna fuck you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I really wanna to drive you , crazy

I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I'm simply going to drive you , crazy

I wanna get to know you
I really wanna fuck you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I really wanna to drive you , crazy

I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I'm simply going to drive you , crazy

I wanna be your lover
I will understand you baby
I wanna be your lover
I will understand you baby

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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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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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I Got Love (Remix) - Lyrics - Music & Me - Nate Dogg

Title: I Got Love (Remix)
Album: Music & Me
Artist: Nate Dogg
Composer(s): Nathaniel Hale, Ricardo Brown, Ray Charles, Roosevelt Iii Harrell, John Jackson, Brett Williams

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Lyric:
I got love I got love
I got love I got love

I got love - I, got, love, for, my homies who be rollin wit me
They know game - play, no, games, cause, ain't nobody playin wit me
I got love - I, got, love, for my niggaz on my family tree
I got love - love for the ghetto, down for whatever
If you was down before, you gon' still gon' be down wit me
I got game - I, got, game, cause, the game was given to me
Say my name - say, my, name, cause, ain't nobody tighter than me
Give it up - give, it, up, if, you like the way I'm rhymin this beat
I don't know - know nuttin better, chasin my chedder
If you in love with a whore -- you ain't never listened to me

Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Wah-ooooh

Captain save - cap-tain, save, a, hooker cause she hangin on me
She can't hang - she, can't, hang, cause I ain't lookin fo' a wifey
Just in case - just, in, case, I, better take a weapon wit me
And these hoes - keep cover, down for whatever
If she stress me some more, I have to leave her dead in the street
Run me how? Run, me, how? Cause, haters they be all in the mix
And they know - where, they, go-in, ain't gon' get no better than this
Can't they see? Can't, they, see, we, ain't some niggaz they wanna diss?
D.P.G. - though I'll love a trick never, treat a bitch never
I told you before, so you better not be fuckin wit me

Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh

Platinum chains - plat-inum, chains, is, all you ever see on my neck
Diamond ring - dia-mond, ring, as, long as I can keep every check
All the same - all, the, same, as, long as you don't ever forget
I was taught in the ghetto, wear the tight bellow
If she head for the stash, I always got this pistol wit me
Cap-tain, say, we, bustin to a hell of a beat
Then we came - then, we, came, cause, they base'll knock you off of your feet
Just that deep - just, that, deep, I, betcha we be movin ya feet
Voice kinda mellow, place, from the ghetto
If you still want some more, go and get the fuckin CD

I got love I got love
I got love I got love
I got love I got love

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