Big Girls Are Best - Lyrics - U2

Title: Big Girls Are Best
Artist: U2
Composer(s): Mullen Larry Paul Hewson, Dave Evans, Adam Clayton

Lyric:
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, baby

As long as the night is colored
Blue and black
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

As long as you're on your knees
And she's not on her back
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

Avenue Atlantico, 1702
She's cocoa butter baby, she's the glue
She's got the baby at her breast
She knows big girls are best

Mama mama mama

I'm gonna change like the weather
Hot to cold
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

She keeps it all together
She's got the mother load
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

She feels it, every sensation
She's got a smile like salvation
She's got a baby at her breast
She knows big girls are best

Oh, ma ma ma
Sexy mama ma
Sexy mama ma

Sexy mama ma
Sexy mama ma
Sexy mama ma
Mama mama mama

She's elliptical
Also political
All so spiritual
Not superficial

Yeah, she's tropical
Yes, she's illogical
Those little girls are a pest
Big girls are the best

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, baby

As long as the night is colored
Blue and black
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

As long as you're on your knees
And she's not on her back
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

She can taste every sensation
She's got a smile like salvation
She's got a baby, a baby at her breast
She walk like she talk, big girls are best, big girls

Mama mama mama
Sexy mama mama
Mama ma
Sexy mama mama mama ma

Sexy mama mama mama ma
Sexy mama mama mama
Ma mama

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Girls - Lyrics - Showtime - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Girls
Album: Showtime
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Gustavo M Alvez Moretti, Dylan Kwabena Mills

Lyric:
Yo, I dunno, marga man here. with the raskitdizzee rascal
Yo, walkin thru the club doors, betta make space, make way, make some more
And all the girlsthinks she det, don't know she stinks of sweat
It's marga man, Introducin live on stage in front of you
My bredrin Dizzee Rascal

As I get past the boucers, walk thru the dancefloor, onto the stage I'm glancin
Bin blessed tonite with the sight, seein all these beautiful beanies dancin
I'm usually placed infront of a crowd who push up their face and stare, and just stand
But thank god tonite its a totally different affair

I'm so excited and delight almost feel to take my hat off
To these beanies who excite me by the way they shake their back off. It's amazin
The way you lower and rise yourself again
Yo its amazin! I feel to pick up the mic and vouch for them

You know we got girls in the north, girls in the south
Girls in the east, girls in the west
Big batties, big breast, so much gash no tym to rest
Straight to the ting, no tym to caress
We don't settle for less, shines we don't settle for less
No long ting coz we don't like stress

Girls shek ur batties out, guys help em do it and
If they're not aware, then show them how to do it
We don't have to fight, can dance all night
Shek ur body to the left, shek ur body to the right

Girls shek ur batties out, guys help em do it and
If they're not aware, then show them how to do it
We don't have to fight, can dance all night
Shek ur body to the left, shek ur body to the right

Cho! (rasclart!) we're havin it tonite
This big bumper slapped me in the eye (gyal made me cry)
It's so crazy, got some hot chicks and this old lady
It's so gravy, its so orange, man these girls are tick like porridge

Excuse me, we're gonna have to get rid of you
Why?

You're here, but ur bumper's still in the queue
Qui ya! Cho! Girls all over England
Knighted whips of states of kingdom

WHERE?

Swing them breast tonite, then individually left and right
Coz you see tonite, I'm gonna be a gallice, and have bare girls smoking ma chalice

YOU KNOW WHAT IM SAYING

Fight your nuts, me I'm trying to fuck YEAH

You know we got girls in the north, girls in the south
Girls in the east, girls in the west
Big batties, big breast, so much gash no tym to rest
Straight to the ting, no tym to caress
Sex, we don't settle for less, shines we don't settle for less
No long ting coz we don't like stress

Girls shek ur batties out, guys help em do it and
If they're not aware, then show them how to do it
We don't have to fight, can dance all night
Shek ur body to the left, shek ur body to the right

Girls shek ur batties out, guys help em do it and
If they're not aware, then show them how to do it
We don't have to fight, can dance all night
Shek ur body to the left, shek ur body to the right

Yo, whats all the rampin and pettin about
I could giving you the fitness, wetting you out
Gimme one chance, we can dance, under the seats, cardiovascular sweatin you out
No escape, no letting you out
Not not rape, not at all, jus workin you out
I got ma hands on ur hips, cause fits, like hard low, cocking you out, rockin you out
Give a shout, give a scream, now I know ur keen, I come clean
But I maintain, skips from ur pussy lips insane
It's the word to use for when I penetrate
Cause mass hysteria and pleasure pain
Next best high to cocaine, but I can offer you triple the buzz
I'll call ma cuz, we can go again

You know we got girls in the north, girls in the south
Girls in the east, girls in the west
Big batties, big breast, so much gash no tym to rest
Straight to the ting, no tym to caress
Sex, we don't settle for less, shines we don't settle for less
No long ting coz we don't like stress

Girls shek ur batties out, guys help em do it and
If they're not aware, then show them how to do it
We don't have to fight, can dance all night
Shek ur body to the left, shek ur body to the right

Girls shek ur batties out, guys help em do it and
If they're not aware, then show them how to do it
We don't have to fight, can dance all night
Shek ur body to the left, shek ur body to the right

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Kryptonite - Lyrics - GO! - Mario

Title: Kryptonite
Album: GO!
Artist: Mario
Composer(s): Warren Felder, Clifford Harris, Mario Barrett, Attozio Towns

Lyric:
I'm trying to save us, girl
They got that, they got that kryptonite

It seems the more I try to do right, the more I lie
About being at sessions and leaving at certain times
She's like, "Where you at?" "I'm at the studio with Oak"
And I'm thinking to myself we cut that record days ago

'Cause shorty on the East Side
Hit me up and wanna know if I could stop by
Now I'm contemplating what I'm gonna say
'Bout this being the umpteenth time that I'm late

I wanna be your Superman
I'm trying to save our love the best way that I can
'Cause these girls they're like kryptonite, these girls my kryptonite
These girls got kryptonite, these girls my kryptonite

And I really wanna make it work
But I can't stop messing 'round, out here doing dirt
'Cause these girls they're like kryptonite, these girls my kryptonite
These girls got kryptonite, these girls my kryptonite, oh baby

It's like the more I brush 'em off, the more they call
The more I wanna tell them that I'm not involved
With anyone, when I know it's you
Wanna tell the truth but it's just so hard to do

How that thing be looking, it's driving me crazy
It's the reason I won't tell 'em I got a lady
Now I'm trying to contemplate on what I'm gonna say
On this being the umpteenth time that I'm late

No matter what I do I know that you're my true love
But I just can't help it to get caught up with all these broads
Sitting here with this mic in my hand
Trying to recall the words to make my baby understand

I wanna be your Superman
I'm trying to save our love the best way that I can
'Cause these girls they're like kryptonite, these girls my kryptonite
These girls got kryptonite, these girls my kryptonite

And I really wanna make it work
But I can't stop messing 'round, out here doing dirt
'Cause these girls they're like kryptonite, these girls my kryptonite
These girls got kryptonite, these girls my kryptonite, oh baby

Oh yeah yeah, I want you to be my Lois Lane
Girl, I promise I'm gon' change and it ain't gon' be this way forever
Girl, I'm gonna get myself together
'Cause you're the one I love

And girls are like a drug that I can't get enough of
I'm just so confused, don't know what to do
'Cause the way that it's feeling, I like how it's feeling
It's getting so hard to fight that feeling

I'm a rich boy riding in my big superstar shit
The one girls try to get, they text me on my Sidekick
Bring 'em to my palace, tell 'em take it off we'll make a flick
Every night I do it so at least one chick I gotta get

Just like kryptonite them girls make me super weak
Suck my dick and play with me until they put me straight to sleep
Twenty girls on my sheets, seven days out the week
It's hard trying to hold it down with groupies trying to get with me

I daydreaming, fantasizing with my eyes closed
I love you, girl, but I'm addicted to them hoes
If balling is a sin then God, please forgive me
My women so bad and my money so filthy really

I wanna be your Superman
I'm trying to save our love the best way that I can
'Cause these girls they're like kryptonite, these girls my kryptonite
These girls got kryptonite, these girls my kryptonite

And I really wanna make it work
But I can't stop messing 'round, out here doing dirt
'Cause these girls they're like kryptonite, these girls my kryptonite
These girls got kryptonite, these girls my kryptonite

I wanna be your Superman
I'm trying to save our love the best way that I can
'Cause these girls they're like kryptonite, these girls my kryptonite
These girls got kryptonite, these girls my kryptonite

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Cheetah Sisters - Lyrics - The Cheetah Girls [EP] - Cheetah Girls

Title: Cheetah Sisters
Album: The Cheetah Girls [EP]
Artist: Cheetah Girls
Composer(s): Jamie Houston

Lyric:
There's a time when we all choose
To either quit or follow through
To just lose faith or trust your heart
To somehow lead you through the dark

You're not the only one who's dreamin'
And who needs help to carry on
We might get lonely but we're not alone

'Cause we are sisters
We stand together
We make up one big family
Though we don't look the same
Our spots are different

Different colors
We make each other stronger
That ain't ever gonna change
We're cheetah girls, cheetah sisters

Gotta do what we gotta do
Got the brains, got the power and we speak the truth
We're from everywhere around the world
So, ya best respect the cheetah girls

Dancin', singin' from our birth
Workin' hard for what we deserve
Trying not to break the rules
'Cause mama didn't raise no fools

It may seem we're only dreamin'
And we need help to carry on
It's good to know we're not alone

'Cause we are sisters
We stand together
We make up one big family
Though we don't look the same
Our spots are different

Different colors
We make each other stronger
That ain't ever gonna change
Believe it mister
We're cheetah girls, cheetah sisters

Someone's always there behind
To catch us if we fall

'Cause we are sisters
We stand together
We make up one big family
Though we don't look the same
Our spots are different

Different colors
We make each other stronger
That ain't ever gonna change
Believe it mister
We're cheetah girls, cheetah sisters

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Big Girl - Lyrics - Nastradamus - Nas

Title: Big Girl
Album: Nastradamus
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Robert Douglas, Nasir Jones, Lamar Bryant, Roy Hamilton, Leshan Lewis

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Lyric:
(You're a big girl now)
Fully grown with your hormones now
Got your own home and you alone
Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out
(No more daddy's little girl)

You a big girl now in a world, where these niggas are foul
You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
Your man don't wanna be around
(You're a big girl now)
She's sexy, she got it, she ride it

Every nigga wanna be inside it
(No more daddy's little girl)
I need her, I'll eat her
Do anything to please her
My ghetto queen of Sheba

I'm the type that'll get you by the fireplace
Get you hype when I lick it, put it in your face
Sipping red wine, is it bedtime
You can kick it with your nigga while we listen to Faith

I'm feeling richer today, I can hit it then stay
Lingerie make me take it to the kitchen and play
We got champagne, whipped cream, I'ma grab a bucket of ice
Bubble bath running and the candlelight feeling so right

It's your night, no stress, no fight
Mad at your ex 'cause his dough tight
Never go right when you're with him
Try you best to forget him 'cause it's easy to please me

CD skip when your head board hit the wall
Call for the Lord
Right when you cum, I'm biting your tongue
Make your legs cramp up, you can't stand up

You can hit a blunt if you want
I'ma pull my pants up
We can discuss a weekend of lust on top of the trust
Tell me what's the reason for us to love or to fuck

I'm the thug that you want
If it's gangster we can't front
If you want me I can stay around
If you need me, I'm here for you

How that sound?
Now it's up to you
Depending on how you wanna get down
'Cause you're a big girl now

(You're a big girl now)
Fully grown with your hormones now
Got your own home and you alone
Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out
(No more daddy's little girl)

You a big girl now in a world, where these niggas are foul
You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
Your man don't wanna be around
(You're a big girl now)
She's sexy, she got it, she ride it

Every nigga wanna be inside it
(No more daddy's little girl)
I need her, I'll eat her
Do anything to please her
My ghetto queen of Sheba

Got your name and your number in my cell phone
Hear your voice and I wonder where you are, if you all alone
If you in a good mood, if you not
Or you thinking 'bout, you was at my spot

What we did when we got hot
Is you dreaming you had me?
Is you creaming your panties?
Like a king fed me grapes and you fanned me

On the couch to the floor, to the bed, to the sink
And we ate each other like candy
Under the covers, two intimate lovers
You fuck a nigga like you mad at me

Throw the ass to me, you should be glad to be
In the presence of a real thug as bad as me
While I'm in the streets with my murdering squad
You talking to your friends that I'm hurting it hard

How I'm making my rod, how I make you say, "Oh God"
Every hoe that you know wanna know Nas
Gotta dodge all the blow jobs, getting hard
'Cause you know how these girls are

Wearing tight shit, no panties, no bra
Running up to my car with menage a trois suggestions
Starting to get an erection
Guessing, only if you knew how your crew stressing

Complexion chocolatey, fondle me, thinking it's time to leave
I need time to breathe
Wanna follow me, Ironically
You pop up, throwing bottles at my Tahoe

Like it's my fault
But you don't wanna talk
Don't wanna hear nothing, all of a sudden
You and the shorty start scuffing

Now shorty dumping you out
Can't let her get the best of you
So I rescue you

Only thing left to do was to grab her
So you can jab her, get a cheap shot
You don't wanna feel chumped
Now here the cops come

So we gotta run to the ride
Then we drive off through the traffic
Don't panic but you know how we gotta manage
Looking at your face

And the damage in your facial
Every angle, can't let it faze you
No reason to be insecure or immature
Baby girl see the world is yours

(You're a big girl now)
Fully grown with your hormones now
Got your own home and you alone
Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out
(No more daddy's little girl)

You a big girl now in a world, where these niggas are foul
You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
Your man don't wanna be around
(You're a big girl now)
She's sexy, she got it, she ride it

Every nigga wanna be inside it
(No more daddy's little girl)
I need her, I'll eat her
Do anything to please her
My ghetto queen of Sheba

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Big Branch - Lyrics - M.I.A.

Title: Big Branch
Artist: M.I.A.
Composer(s): Maya Arulpragasam, Wesley Pentz, Dave Taylor

Lyric:
Big bad wolf came over to my ranch
Took all my land, left me with a branch
That's how I feel about the loving that I had
That's I know about the girls he had

Bring her to my door now, bring me that ho
I put her on the table and put her in my claw
I'll put her down my jaw to my belly, to my toe
I'll shit on that ho and I drop her to the floor

Big, big, big branch, big branch
I'll hit her with the motherfucking branch
Big, big, big
I'll hit her with the motherfucking branch

Men are like pearls, they look good with my curls
I string em to get the best necklace in the world
In the states of the world all women wanna lay
But it's man's world but I keep him at bay

You can fuck a man, mack a man
Tell 'em that you're gay, tell him real love ain't on bet
Sex is so cheap, I get it at KFC
When its meaningless why they do R&B

Bring her to my door now, bring me that ho
I put her on the table, I, and put her in my claw
I'll put her down my jaw to my belly, to my toe
I'll shit on that ho and drop her to the floor

Big, big, big branch, big branch
I'll hit her with the mother fucking branch
Big, big, big

I ate my chips and I washed that plate
Thought about women that take that bait
Men with stamina or money on the plate
Can get a woman thinking her period is late

Thanks to Jesus, I got my own estate
If I let you in, will you run off with my maid?
All men are just so fickle these days
To find a really good one, I keep on getting laid

Bring her to my door now, bring me that ho
I put her on the table and I put her in my claw
I'll put her down in my jaw to my belly, to my toe
I'll shit on that ho and drop her to the floor

Big, big, big branch, big branch
I'll hit her with the mother fucking branch
Big, big, big

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Big Kids Don'T Play - Lyrics - Grand Puba

Title: Big Kids Don'T Play
Artist: Grand Puba
Composer(s): M Dixon

Lyric:
Wa-da-da-dah-dang
Check it
The big kids don't play
Nope, we don't play
The big kids don't play
Toys ain't us
The big kids don't play
Huh, we don't play
The big kids don't play
Check it yo

Here goes the flow, from your favorite dynamo
Grand Puba, dougie mo', to show that we can flow slow
Some of them seem to think, that they're-biggidu-bobbebly-swing
Come on in, try again, 'cause here's the next one my friend

We know what our people want, it's the real dope shit
Twenty-four hours a day, the big kids don't play
So you can relax, all your problems and you come you come you come
Grand Puba's the one to get the job done

Well then you knock knock knock upon my door door door
If you really wanna see, God body
Grand Puba is comin' to slam it and you can believe it's no trouble to me
'Cause I wreck shop, on the non-stop, grab the big props
Then I change it up a bit to flip it on some next shit
That's how it goes when you got the Puba flows
I guess I'm a natural, yeah

How the chorus go
The big kids don't play
Here we go
The big kids don't play
Nanana-nah-nah
The big kids don't play
Huh, we don't play
The big kids don't play
Parlay parlay parlay
The big kids don't play
Check the resume

Knock it off, because you know who's the boss
When it comes to this type of shit, you know what time is it
So, flow with the motion with the brother smooth as lotion
I'm not boastin' here it is because I have the magic portion
Grand Puba the mad rhymin' Ravin God child
With more rhymes than tokens in the turn style

Check it, here goes a noise for the ghetto girls and boys
I do it strictly for my people so come get your jolly joys
Not the type to get some loot, then flip and be conservative
I stay true, God body, word is bond, with no preservative

So cancel all the nonsense that you heard, thus far
You wanted the best at your request so here we are
So call me the grand man, I laid off the sandman 'cause I like
Workin' nights, I hit some joints and then I get into flights

Then push uptown to shabazz, get a fish sandwich with bean soup
Half and half, sign a few, autographs, jet back
Downtown, catch up with my staff and if you think
That you can follow this flow please don't make me laugh

You know why
The big kids don't play
Nope we don't play
The big kids don't play
Ha-hahah-ha-hah
The big kids don't play
Yeah yeah,a-da-day
The big kids don't play
How we go yo
The big kids don't play

The big kids don't play
The big kids don't play
The big kids don't play
..

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Stop Dat - Lyrics - Boy in Da Corner - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Stop Dat
Album: Boy in Da Corner
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Dylan Mills

Lyric:
Stop dat, start dat, get dat, wah
Been der, done dat, had dat, wah
He's got a Nokia, take dat, wah
Big mouth, loud mouth watch dat, wah

Pretty girl, buff girl, doggy, dat, wah
Dizzee Rascal's on da format, wah
Bad manners, get a backslap, wah
I call da shots like top cat, wah

Track and stack, whores done dat, wah
I'm a rude boy, done prove dat, wah
Boy in da corner, I'm dat, wah
New-school lyrical bow-cat, wah

Best friend, sole mate, wats dat? Wah
Girlfriend, wifey done dat, wah
Jeet Kune, do we know dat? Wah
Dedication, we show dat, wah

Chuckin' MC's like stones
Bad boy forever like Sean Puffy Combs
Inside, outside, runnin' all zones
Set trend, get girls like Tom Jones

Brake bones, brake your house, wifey's home
Yesa his wifey, don't leave me alone
Dat boy's arrogant, send for da chrome
Come bare-foot like Fred Flinstone

You got a big gun? Come bring it out
Butterfly-knife, come along, fling it out
We could jus do it, old school, swing it out
I suggest you best start winging out

Who's dat? Wat's dat, boy in my eye?
Yea man, quick man, start spreadin' out
Kidnapped, takin' rascal's hideout
Cold sweat, tie you up, get burnt out

Boys, girls, start movin'
Come on, girls, boys, start movin'
Alright, don't stop, don't stop, till it's hurtin'
Come on don't stop, don't stop, till your bleedin'

Alright boys, girls, start your ting'
Come on, girls, boys, start your ting'
Alright, don't stop, don't stop, till it's hurtin'
Come on don't stop, don't stop, till your bleedin'

Alright, boys, girls, start movin'
Come on, girls, boys start movin'
Alright, don't stop, don't stop, till it's hurtin'
Come on don't stop, don't stop, till your bleedin'

Alright, boys, girls, start your ting'
Come on, girls, boys start your ting'
Alright, don't stop, don't stop, till it's hurtin'
Come on don't stop, don't stop, till your bleedin'

Alright!

Got a screw face, all night all day
Screw face keeps fellaz at bay
Screw face means keep well away, stay away
Screw face means get out my way

Screw face means you don't know me
What you lookin' at what's your beef
Screw face means I'm not havin' it
Screw face means I'm not a chief

Screw face means I'm not happy right now
Dat's why no smile was used
Screw face means I'm not pleased
Screw face means I'm not amused

Screw face means I jus wanna walk not talk
Screw face means I jus wanna leave
When I activate my screw face, gimme space
Screw face means let me breathe

I got sick flows
Make an MC have to walk on his tip-toes
Life ain't always nice
That's how shit goes

You know we're goin' on black
'Cause we're black crows
And I can't be seen wit these sick hoes
We're bustin' us mic till your chick goes

You are not, not gonna be
Till we kick toes
Your girl's the same as all
Bimbo's, freak's and nimpho's

I got an idea, make dough on the spot
I mean right here
Nike Air girls, up in for da whole year
You can bring drama 'cause I don't know fear

I'm violent, feels so clear
Move to the mic, Mc's are like, oh, dear
Some cat catchin' me up but they're not near
Not ever, not now or not here, way too hot here

Look, yo girls, ladies
Do da butterfly, shake your battie low
Shake your battie high
Don't ask me who, where, when or why
Wanna see a battie raise high to da sky

Look, yo girls, ladies
Do da butterfly, shake your battie low
Shake your battie high
Don't ask me who, where, when or why
Wanna see a battie raise high to da sky

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Big Daddy - Lyrics - Heavy D

Title: Big Daddy
Artist: Heavy D
Composer(s): Herbert Brown, Tony Dofat, Dwight Myers

Lyric:
Back to Hev, back to the Big Daddy
We be gettin' down for real

Y'all ready, tell me who be that, Heav' Biggie
Girls say he cutie, absolutely jiggy
I be that big fella in the summer sportin' linen
Bacardi and lemon, party with de women

Big Dada, papi grande
6-double-oh pusher, where yo' Honda
My belly stay jigglin', keepin' yo' backside wigglin'
Who bigger in, dis dan me?

Nobody, Heav' Dadi, down to rock the party
I be sendin' chills through yo' body
And y'all ain't seen nuttin' quite like me
I be gettin' down on the M-I-C

Only dimepiece you gon' catch me wit'
Big belly, can you handle it?
Heav' Diggy, niggy, be jiggy
Baby you ready, for Big Daddy?

However do you want it? However do you need it?
How-however do you want it? However do you need it?
However do you want it? However do you need it?
How-ever do you want it? However do you need it?

I push Ranges and 6's
While you gettin' chump change in the business, dames look delicious
Buddies that I hung with changed, look suspicious
What is it? Must be the fame and the digits

Big kid from Mount V', in the top ten you count me
Rhymin' off of tracks that's bouncy
Ladies hound me, one of the young and old folks
Thanks to the banks that hold my gross notes

Heavy, make the crowd wiggle like spaghetti
Waterbed, baby are you ready
Spend it, be been big since the beginnin'
Stay winnin', grinnin', Heav' chillin'

Check it out, who got the hottest record out?
Heav' Water, you can't hang, yo' bread short
'Til den, I'll be in Beverly Hills chillin'
Ladies love me, Big Daddy, one in a million

However do you want it? However do you need it?
How-however do you want it? However do you need it?
However do you want it? However do you need it?
How-ever do you want it? However do you need it?

Yo all the ladies wanna know is where Gruff at?
They love that, smooth Harlem World thug cat
Got a man but I'm the one they blush at
Rush at, in the Vigor plush Ac'

Me and Heav' Diggy stay fly, dress jiggy
Got bad girls who online sex with me
Bone crusher, best believe I'm gon' lust her
Hot mama you can catch a fever when you touch her

Hey yo Gruff them cats don't know how we be really gettin' down
Water to Uptown, pass it around, holdin' it down
All across the world they be blowin' our sound
I'm a legend, reppin' on your Hot 9-7

Jigalo, all the dimes swearin'
Gold front smile and plus I shine with baguettes an'
Have things cats couldn't rhyme in my session
Baby you ain't ready, when it come to Gruff he Big Daddy

However do you want it? However do you need it?
How-however do you want it? However do you need it?
However do you want it? However do you need it?
How-ever do you want it? However do you need it?

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This Town Ain'T Big Enough For Both Of Us - Lyrics - Heaven'S Gate

Title: This Town Ain'T Big Enough For Both Of Us
Artist: Heaven'S Gate
Composer(s): Ronald D Mael

Lyric:
Zoo time is she and you time
The mammals are your favorite type
And you want her tonight

Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
You hear the thunder of stampeding rhinos
Elephants attacking tigers

This town ain't big enough for the both of us
But it ain't me who's gonna leave

Flying, domestic flying
And when the stewardess is near
Do not show her your fear

Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
You are a khaki-colored bombardier
It's Hiroshima that you're nearing

This town ain't big enough for the both of us
But it ain't me who's gonna leave

Daily, except for Sunday
You dawdle into the cafe
Where she meets you each day

Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
As twenty cannibals have hold of you
They need their protein just like you do

This town ain't big enough for the both of us
But it ain't me who's gonna leave

Shower, another shower
You've got to look the best for her
And be clean everywhere

Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
The rain is pouring on the foreign town
The bullets cannot cut you down

This town ain't big enough for the both of us
But it ain't me who's gonna leave

Census, the latest census
There'll be more girls who live in town
Though not enough to go around

Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
You know that this town isn't big enough
Not big enough for the both of us

This town isn't big enough
Not big enough for the both of us
I ain't gonna leave

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This Town Ain'T Big Enough For The Both Of Us - Lyrics - Siouxsie And The Banshees

Title: This Town Ain'T Big Enough For The Both Of Us
Artist: Siouxsie And The Banshees
Composer(s): Ronald D Mael

Lyric:
Zoo time is she and you time
The mammals are your favorite type
And you want her tonight

Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
You hear the thunder of stampeding rhinos
Elephants and tacky tigers

This town ain't big enough for the both of us
And it ain't me that's gonna leave

Flying, domestic flying
And when the stewardess is near
Do not show any fear

Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
You are a khaki-colored bombardier
It's Hiroshima that you're nearing

This town ain't big enough for the both of us
And it ain't me that's gonna leave

Daily, except for Sunday
You dawdle in to the cafe
Where you meet her each day

Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
As twenty cannibals have hold of you
They need their protein just like you do

This town ain't big enough for the both of us
And it ain't me that's gonna leave

Shower, another shower
You've got to look your best for her
And be clean everywhere

Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
The rain is pouring on the foreign town
The bullets cannot cut you down

This town ain't big enough for the both of us
And it ain't me that's gonna leave

Census, the latest census
There'll be more girls who live in town
Though not enough to go 'round

Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
You know that this town isn't big enough
Not big enough for the both of us

This town isn't big enough
Not big enough for the both of us
And I ain't gonna leave

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You Are Not Needed Now - Lyrics - Townes Van Zandt

Title: You Are Not Needed Now
Artist: Townes Van Zandt
Composer(s): Townes Van Zandt

Lyric:
Well, the birds were talking all at once
And the old man moving down his lawn
He didn't look like much too bad a guy
And I was thinkin' hang on, man, something's wrong
Your blues they do seems to be gone
Heaven ain't bad but you don't get nothing done

Lay down your head a while
You are not needed now, you are not needed now

Well, Allison laid a hex on me
And every time I turn around
It's swimming through the air above my bed
I told Miss Higgs and she said fine
As long as you're back in your room on time
I keep you clean and the girls will keep you fed

Lay down your head with mine
You are not needed now and we got things to do

Well between the blankets made of wool
The trains go by every half an hour
And the body can get no restin' done, that's true
So I spend my time as best I can
Thinkin' big and making plans
And wondering where them trains are rolling to

Lay down your head poor boy
Feel how the ground does move and hear how them drivers sing

Well, goodbye friends, it's time to close
Everybody knows that's the way it goes
And where was it you lived in case I'm ever there
Well, three doors down and two behind
And it gets a little bit out of hand sometimes
Don't let it fool you into thinkin' you down care

Lay down your head and fly
And I'll quietly pass you by you won't even see me go

Well if I thought about it long enough
I just might make some kind of move
Watchful lies are too hard on the soul
With the smoke house just across the way
And it's fog upon the light of day
That would be hard but comin' up with where to go

Lay down your head poor boy
And feel how the ground does move, hear how them drivers sing
And what now, my darling one, go find a little fun
You are not needed now

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Tease - Lyrics - Method Man

Title: Tease
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Clifford Smith, Michael Bennett, Lenny Williams

Lyric:
Uh huh, no ID
It's another one right here
I love women
Know why, 'cause they love me back
Come on, come on, come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, come on, come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo

Now that I got you in the mood, it's way past time you shook dude
'Cause I'm the best thing since cooked food
Holler at your frog, I'll be at the lily pad near the log
And let me drop it off in them drawers
Baby doll, hood, bookers, with sugar walls
That talk back to you like, nigga you should've called
Word, the kid got a thing for big curves
Might find him down on Sesame Street with big birds

Big pimpin', all dames is all game
So fine with her beautiful mind, she all brain
A head doctor, get it poppin' like Reddenbacher
Chicks call me gravel pit dick, the bed rocker
Big John Studda, motherfuck who fuck mudda
Gots you covered like Magnum XL rubber
Easy does you, but we never love her
You down for the get down girls, go work at Dubya's, ohh

Give me one reason to stop teasin'
'Cause I know you got good sex for me
Tell me what comes next for me
Give me one reason to stop teasin'
'Cause I know you got good sex for me
Tell me what comes next for me

Hey ladies, oh baby, you all crazy
And freaks for some grade a meat, it's all gravy
From sun down to sun up, I stay on the bone
Like I'm creepin' on the come up, like get it, got it, I'm gone
Now I got hun, ridin' shotgun
Windows halfway down, 'cause she a hot one
Love it when them chicks pop shit, and pop gum
My team cuttin' but we ain't cuppin', finger fuckin' everything cluckin'

Baby I'm frostbitten iceberg slim into black women
When Three's Company ask pigeon who Jack trippin'
Man listen, money slippin', it's honey dippin'
And if she come up missin', don't worry she went pimpin'
You gotta be, down with the cause before you come
Down with the drawers, how many of y'all down with menage
Let's make this understood, if it's 3 a. m. and all to the good
It don't matter if she hood or she's Hollywood, oh

Give me one reason to stop teasin'
'Cause I know you got good sex for me
Tell me what comes next for me
Give me one reason to stop teasin'
'Cause I know you got good sex for me
Tell me what comes next for me

Give me one reason to stop teasin'
'Cause I know you got good sex for me
Tell me what comes next for me
Give me one reason to stop teasin'
'Cause I know you got good sex for me
Tell me what comes next for me

What do you expect from me
I know of those promises, of love and affection
There's something about you, that's got me going
But is it worth not knowing if you're gonna be around

Who the fuck is your daddy, and who your king girl
Are you unhappily married, don't see no wind girl
Soul sister, can't get you to hail witchya
At the players ball, Cinderella lost her Chanel slipper
Now that's flavor neighbor, shake what your momma gave you
Twist dick and move like Layla, call you manana later
I love the misbehavior, no minor, miss your major
No finer chick can flage-you, God bless the bitch that made you

Give me one reason to stop teasin'
'Cause I know you got good sex for me
Tell me what comes next for me
Give me one reason to stop teasin'
'Cause I know you got good sex for me
Tell me what comes next for me

Haha, yeah, yeah, the ladies love Big Johnsta
Yeah, get it right, don't get it fucked up
Big dick daddy, ride the big sick Caddy
All I need now is a chick with a big thick phattie
Now go back to doing whatchu was doin'
When you was doin' it, gone

Gimme one reason, gimme one reason, gimme one reason
Gimme one reason, gimme one reason
Tell me what comes next for me

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I Love Ladies - Lyrics - Rhyme Pays - Ice T

Title: I Love Ladies
Album: Rhyme Pays
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Charles Andre Glenn, Tracy Marrow

Lyric:
Ya heard the Ice was rockin', ticket sales were high
Bought some fresh Adidas so you could look fly
Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here
Tripped ans stumbled almost broke your neck comin' down the stairs

Jumped into your ride, pushed the speed to the limit
Jumped out of your car faster than you jumped in it
Now you're at the jam but in for a shock
Stupid big line wrapped around the block

Through the walls of the hall you could hear me rhyme
Methodically you schemed a way to cut in line
Got inside the sight straightened your curls
'Cause as if you look around all you could see were girls

I love ladies

Yeah I think it's time that I tell the truth
I been dissin' females since my early youth
But you know that's a drag and there's no doubt
'Cause girlies are the one thing that I can't do without

Female companionship is my one vice
I love to buy the girls things, love to treat 'em real nice
Homeboys you must admit the best part of each day
Is when a beautiful lady comes walkin' your way

Females possess that one commodity
That no man will ever have not that hangs around me
They got it, we want it, move it and flaunt it
Shake it and sway it, die just to lay it

Try to suppress it till they undress it
Beg 'em to use it, cry not to lose it
No man can deny it, don't even try it

I love ladies
Ladies are you with me?
Yeah
I love Ladies
Ladies are you with me?
Yeah
That sounds nice
You know we love you Ice

I'm a junkie for females and that's the fact
I'm not into havin' my homeboys rubbin' my back
Don't dig goin' to the movies alone
Or talkin' to myself on the telephone

Goin' to a disco that's packed with men
It's like tryin' to get a dance in the federal pen
Walkin' through a park with a gang and the guys
And a beach full of fellas never opened my eyes

And man if females are one thing that you don't need
You better get away from me at a high rate of speed
'Cause if you don't like them you must like men
And homeboy that's where our serious problems begin

Because to me women are God's true gift
There's absolutely no question who I'd rather be with

I love ladies

I seen this fly girl walkin' down the street
Jammin' a box rockin' to the beat
The girl looked pretty, she really looked nice
So I said to myself she's got to be with the Ice

Walked over to her, started sayin' my rhyme
She said, "Ice you're so bad, you damn near blew my mind"
I kept on rappin', runnin' my mouth
The next thing I knew I was at her house

Looked at her closely, said for goodness sake
The girl was cut like a diamond, had curves like a snake
Her top half was heaven, the bottom was the hell
I knew tonight that the Ice was gonna rock well

But then she started talkin' mess about love and romance
Till she noticed the bulge growin' in my pants
Should'a seen the girl's eyes as my body expanded
She grabbed for my leg, raw sex she demanded

My knees started knockin', I tried to run
She said, "Please don't leave Ice, I want you to come"
This girl meant business I had no doubt
This is just about the time that the Ice passed out

The next day I woke, the girl was through
Room still smokin', my legs black and blue
My eyes bloodshot, my hair pressed straight
My knees still knockin', I knew I lost weight

She was the best y'all, yes on this earth
I would'a paid a million dollars, that's what it was worth
If I had got her name or number it would'a been nice
But I'm here to let you know the girl went off on the Ice

I love ladies
Ladies are you with me?
Yeah
I love Ladies
Ladies are you with me?
Yeah
That sounds nice
You know we love you Ice

No when it comes to partyin' the ladies know how
When I ask for a reply they always scream ow
It's the homeboys always tryin' to act real chill
Sometimes it's jealous M C's mad 'cause they ain't on the bill

Maybe they scared if they say ho, they might lose their cool
But I got some news for you, a fool's a fool
Don't get me wrong, most fellas do rock
They put their hands in the air, they take the show to the top

They start rockin' with the ladies once the show begins
They don't stand lookin' stupid like some mannequins
They don't lean against the wall like they're I some trance
They did not come with no intention to party or dance

You know what? Yo dead beats should just stay home
Leave me, my homeboys and the ladies alone

We love ladies

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It'S A Boy - Lyrics - Slick Rick

Title: It'S A Boy
Artist: Slick Rick
Composer(s): Ricky M. L. Walters, Vance Andre Wright

Lyric:
It's me at last, the Rickster, Def Jam's where I be
Most agree it's kinda amazin folks are born from where we pee at
Though I definetly fiend it, baby no way, chill, clever mean it
Gotta be careful, be told, commercial ever seen it
Want a few, I wrote, some ask my cheatin do I know
Not a dope, love the mother, or she loves to a ho
So I dig her a lot, and although shorty honey break nigga
How you figure, he a big rat money makin nigga
Cute as a bunny, he tell bout the time he pickin cotton
So it ain't forgottin, hope I don't spoil a nigga rotten
Also, don't discriminate white, he be quite bright, taught he might
If notty like and seventy fiver, help me raise my shorty right
So when I come home wit the quarter, I say, yo shorty run to royal
Seen as a mother livin on soil, it's best to have someone to spoil
So any toy, he wants he get, yo kids it worth it, Mr. A'Doy
Said he destroy, annoy, don't meen a moms in middle of fifth and joy
And it's a boy

Crying

Picture friends, milk and cookies, when you done wit the boys game
Toy playin, Ricky Jr. being one of the joys name
And further taught him birds and bees
So on the nerdin birds, heard the second to third
And 'dada' better be the first words too
Just kiddin, gonna be a one man girl, spend a lotta me wearin
Best to care, best about what money can buy, is what I be wearin
Rip these ribbons around, protectin, this ain't a kid I've kept in
Don't raise ya kindergarten probably be another major step in
Long as holdin star, holdin, 'cause yo be loadin trips and sowin
Ya knowin, throw a fancy hover in the drowin
It's kinda pleasin a ray, so baby sit, no thank you heasin
Sneazin, now what do I do when he cry for no reason
So any toy, he wants he get, yo kids it worth it, Mr. A'Doy
Said he destroy, annoy, don't meen a moms in middle of fifth and joy
And it's a boy

Crying

Baby mom, under wing, though if dressed, I could string
Line of cuties, though cling, don't wanna mess up a good thing
You know how it is, when guys are big, girls seem to hog
And scream a dog or scheme for more drugs
Goin into labor date, 18 of August
It's that time tellin friends, congratulate's yellin
Gotta be six or premature, but thanks to God, he's doin well
And givin credit where it's due, while rap achievin let it
As for bills forget it, 'cause the way I rap, don't even sweat it
Why though when me and my husband, don't fuss, agree
Though son, I still kinda wish I could of been there when he was born
At 3 01, by gone be gone, there's nowhere wrong and all
Yours sons about, and since I didn't, this being the first
You know I had to write a rap about the incident
And the rose is for the squeeze, I would of sent it for no women
Wit the kin in it, we should thank Lord as we enter a new beginning
And like I said, any toy, I'm tryin ya that, Ms. A'Doy
That they destroy, annoy, don't mean a moms in middle of fifth and joy
And it's a boy

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I Ain'T New Ta This - Lyrics - Greatest Hits: The Evidence - Ice T

Title: I Ain'T New Ta This
Album: Greatest Hits: The Evidence
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Marshall E Jones, Gregory A Webster, Leroy Bonner, Alphonso Henderson, Tracy L Marrow, Walter Morrison, Andrew Noland, Marvin Pierce, Norman B Napier, Ralph Middlebrooks

Lyric:
Come on, come on

Do this, ugh, come on, come on
Time to get wreck and kick the
So on and so on
The I C E T, O.G.M.C.
L.A.P.D., H A T E
(Ho)

Watch the mic blow
I flip scripts, and the dump drops the ammo
Time to get wreck with the new style
It's '93 and MC's are gettin' buck wild

But I ain't a nigga
That's gonna get left with a big zero as a figure
I'm gonna end up with a big sum
'Cause if you don't like one jam, I always got another one

Different, specifically I don't copy
Tear up the track if the flow sounds sloppy
I don't play one game
I bust about a dozen cuts on my LPs, none the same

I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this, never been new to this
Nigga, new to this, I ain't new to this, fool, new to this
Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist

Boom, bam, I drop fat slang
When I used to hustle, used to be down with the crack game
When I was young, I used to roll with a street gang
If you wanna squabble, muthafucka, it ain't no thang

I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this
Blow your dome, I hit quick as a pugilist
Ugh, ah, what's up? Now your eyes swoll'
Thought I went soft, 'cause my records went gold
(Sucker)

Buster, you're a muthafuckin' punk fool
Caught you in your eye, while you reached for your tool
Now it's mine, and you're blind
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop goes the nine

Yeah, what you're dissin' 'bout, friend?
Sayin' I went out, but you ain't never been in
I got R E S P E C T in the industry
That's somethin' that you'll never see

I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this, never been new to this
Nigga, new to this, I ain't new to this, fool, new to this
Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist

They can get a smack for that
Yeah, yeah

On and on, to the funk track
Back glass shakin' like shit, that's where the trunk's at
That's 'cause my shit's made for, niggas that are hardcore
Brothers is quick to hook a left to your right jaw

Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on
Get your clothes off and the fun on
Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on
Get your clothes off and the fun on

It's time to check cash
Jump in my 4, hit the switch and lay the ass
While the Klan try to kill me
But I wrote 'riot' on my muthafuckin' will, gee

So when I'm gone, it's on
Caps goin' off on the streets like popcorn
Talkin' bout Simon till the early morn'
Word is bond, but now I just cool
Bumpin' my Gang Starr tape, by my pool
I ain't new to this

I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this, never been new to this
Nigga, new to this, I ain't new to this, fool, new to this
Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist

Check, check, I got problems with the press
Caught the punk in traffic, stabbed the sucker in his neck
(Ugh)
Punk reporter tried to diss me
(Ugh)
Now the muthafucka's history
(Ha)

I got to make a break hardcore fat tape
Word, I don't fantasize, I don't exaggerate
Just kick correct with the 1 2 mic check
Still quick to swing, take a sucker to the deck

I'm not the nigga you should step to like a sucker
Walk up talkin' shit, you best to be a good ducker
Your posse best to run from my gun
Keep my nine off safety, and E holds the other one
(Yeah, sucker)

I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this, never been new to this
Nigga, new to this, I ain't new to this, fool, new to this
Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist

(They can get a smack for that)
And you don't stop
Fuck, fuck around and get your punk ass dropped
Yeah, Ice-T
'93 for the underground
I ain't new ta this

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The New Style - Lyrics - Licensed to Ill - Beastie Boys

Title: The New Style
Album: Licensed to Ill
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): M Diamond, A Horovitz, R Rubin, A Yauch

Lyric:
And on the cool check in
Center stage on the mic
And we're puttin' it on wax
It's the new style

Four and three and two and one, what up
And when I'm on the mic, the suckers run, word
Down with Ad Rock and Mike D and you ain't
And I got more juice than Picasso got paint

Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick
I'm not surprised you're on my dick
B-E-A-S-T-I-E, what up Mike D
Ah yeah, that's me

I got franks and pork and beans
Always bust the new routines
I get it, I got it, I know it's good
The rhymes I write, you wish you would

I'm never in training, my voice is not straining
People always biting, and I'm sick of complaining
So I went into the locker room during classes
Went into your locker, and I smashed your glasses

You're from Secausus, I'm from Manhattan
You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin'

There it is, kick it

Father to many, married to none
And in case you're unaware, I carry a gun, where?
Stepped into the party, the place was over packed
Saw the kid that dissed my homeboy, shot him in the back

Man, I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped
You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
I got money in the bank, I can still get high
That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly

I've got money and juice, twin sisters in my bed
Their father had envy, so I shot him in the head
And if I played guitar, I'd be Jimmy Page
The girlies I like are underage, check it

Girls with boyfriends are the kinds I like
I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike
My father, he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green
I've got most the girlies' numbers from the places I been

There it is, kick it

You wanna know why, because I'm October 31st
That is my date of birth
I got to the party, you know what? I did the Smurf
Taxing all females from coast to coast
And when I get my fill, I'm chilly most

We rag-tag girlies back at the hotel
And then we all switch places when I ring the bell
I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the best
But I fly at Fat Burger when I'm way out west

K-I-N-G-A-D, whammy
All the fine ladies, they are on my jammy
Went to the prom, wore the fly blue rental
Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental

I met this girl at the party, and she started to flirt
I told her some rhymes, and she pulled up her skirt
Spent some bank, got a high powered jumbo
Rolled up the wooly and I watched Colombo

Let me clear my throat, kick it over here baby pop
And let all the fly skimmies, feel the beat drop

Coolin' on the corner on a hot summer day
Just me, my posse and MCA
A lot of beer, a lot of girls, and a lot of cursing
Twenty-two automatic on my person

Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger
My posse's gettin' big, and my posse's gettin' bigger
Some voices got treble, some voices got bass
We got the kind of voices that are in your face

Like the bun to the burger, and like the burger to the bun
Like the cherry to the apple to the peach to the plum
I'm the king of the Ave., and I'm the king of the block
Well, I'm MCA, and I'm the King Ad Rock

Well, I'm Mike D, I got all the fly juice
On the checkin' at the party on the forty deuce
Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads
Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads

Brooklyn

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