I'M A G - Lyrics - Trill - Bun B

Title: I'M A G
Album: Trill
Artist: Bun B
Composer(s): Bernard James Freeman, M Dean, C Harris, L Williams

Lyric:
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
But yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see

I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
But yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see

I stand 5 foot 10, 200 and half
100 percent gangsta don't smile and don't laff
In a 3 inch shirt nigga 38 waist
I ain't small mothafucka I'm takin' up some space

With a size 11 shoe that'll kick you in yo face
Bitch I'm all about a crime and ready to catch a case
I ain't scared to kick it in yo do and look around yo place
I ain't scared to cock back a fo and put 1 in yo face

Stay still nigga flava deuce, deuce in a third
Teflon coverin' yo body juice loose on a curve
I serve it like a tennis ball straite up the minice y'all
I position and competition and when I finish y'all

Can clear the collin' and call the corrin tell him next again
We shot him like a cracker and stabbed him like a Mexican
May never plex again not like he can
But just in case he get resurected is bestresurrecte he understands

I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
But yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see

I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
But yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see

I see these niggaz doin' a lot of talkin' but they never back it up
'Bout the work they movin' or the paper they stackin' up
You niggaz got the crack it up
The only thing you sellin' is wolf chickens
And we ain't buyin' 'em so pack it up

84's click, clack it up and down towners
From west side to the east we keep the G and that's a promise
But yo plaque on summers Americas most wanted
We criminal backgrounds and ready to straiteflauted

Only take is a salt dropper or a instigator
Messy mothafuckas got the make it fo and a instant hater
I'ma lay it down like a baby ready to nap
'Cuz I'ma trill nigga ready to clap, now wats up

I slap a nigga scope him with a back hand left
And continue till nobody from yo whack clan left
Bet you might cheat left and you might cheat the dealer
But you neva cheat the king of the underground on the rella

I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
But yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see

I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
But yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see

Hey, tell 'em for a minute Bun, chill to yo nigga don
They say they got some blowin' I'm the one them niggaz get it from
They talkin' shit is best interest is to get a gun
Grab the mac 9 and spit half a clip and them niggaz run

Sissy niggaz, sweeter then a cinnabun
I want 'em knocked off, we the ones you gotta get it done
A lot of rappers say they G's I don't feel 'em no, naw
Yea, sissy so keys I'm still a don

OG's usual low key movin' in
03 don't look up at my window, you don't know me
Gangsta, gangsta the same time
Picture the pump and paint that I ain't the kind

You wanna see me that's why I say no thanks to none
AKs, AR's man I can't decide
I got the mind of the hustler halacious grind
Man, I hold my city down like I anchor eyim

I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
But yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see

I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
But yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see
I'm a "G"

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Don'T Forget About Me - Lyrics - Hustler's P.O.M.E. - Jim Jones

Title: Don'T Forget About Me
Album: Hustler's P.O.M.E.
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): J Wharton, K Griffin, Jim Jones, C Wingate, A Parker

Lyric:
Byrd gang we get money
We won't stop, we destined to blow
I'ma take my niggaz and bitches wherever I go
So don't forget about me, don't forget about me
I know, I know

We won't stop, we destined to blow
I'ma take my niggaz and bitches wherever I go
So don't forget about me, don't forget about me
I know, I know

Now due to me, me and my truancy
Running through the streets since early puberty
What influenced me? It was the jewelry
Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's

The 80's, big thick rope chains
Life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine
So I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher
More like a hustler

All night with customers, tryna get my paper up
Jealousy, envy gotta watch, they'll spray you up
But it was something bout the gun play
Rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way

And breaking law was the norm'
The club break about 4 in the morn'd
So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub
The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs

Byrd gang we get money
We won't stop, we destined to blow
I'ma take my niggaz and bitches wherever I go
So don't forget about me, don't forget about me
I know, I know

We won't stop, we destined to blow
I'ma take my niggaz and bitches wherever I go
So don't forget about me, don't forget about me
I know, I know

Now as I roll up my window, blaze up the indo
Get tore down for my homies in the pen
I'm ma take you the Cali with me
Know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies

If we're in Houston, the music we can slow it up
And get screwed, get a deuce and we can blow it up
ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain
In love with a stripper, alcohol on ya brain

Fast track life, the shit is uncanny
When it come to birds fly south to Miami
Weather like 80, drop-top Mercedes
"Sai Pa Say", on the block in Little Haiti

Chicago is the wolves, the bears and the gangster's
2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers
And all these O. T trips got me tired, drive the wheels
'Til they fall off and I just bought some new tires

Byrd gang we get money
We won't stop, we destined to blow
I'ma take my niggaz and bitches wherever I go
So don't forget about me, don't forget about me
I know, I know

We won't stop, we destined to blow
I'ma take my niggaz and bitches wherever I go
So don't forget about me, don't forget about me
I know, I know

Byrd gang we get money
We won't stop, we destined to blow
I'ma take my niggaz and bitches wherever I go
So don't forget about me, don't forget about me
I know, I know

We won't stop, we destined to blow
I'ma take my niggaz and bitches wherever I go
So don't forget about me, don't forget about me
I know, I know

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Turn It Out - Lyrics - Beatnuts

Title: Turn It Out
Artist: Beatnuts
Composer(s): Lester Fernandez, Greg Mays, Jerry Tineo

Lyric:
Yo, yoo, hey, whatchu gon' do, whatchu gonna do?
Hey yo, tell me Beatnuts, yo whatchu gon' do?
Turn it out, turn it out, uhh, turn it out, uhh, turn it out
Hey yo, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out

Uhh, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out

Yo where my niggaz at? Buy up the bar, roll a trizzie
Right out of the jar and let the bullets fly outta they car
Put the pressure on whatever they are
Live niggaz yo, you gotta hit the head or the heart

Oh, it's money man? Handle your biz, we the ones
That'll strangle your kids, make the pitbulls mangle your wiz
Make it hotter than Los Angeles is
'Cause if we don't see a profit kid, nobody lives

Aiyyo, we run up in the club and herb every bouncer
Run up on stage and snatch a mic from the announcer
Beatnuts, don't get it twisted, this ain't salsa
Les the one that signed your bitch's chest like a voucher

I'm about ta, turn it up a little louder
Beats smack a little harder, got you sayin'
"How the hell did you do that over there?"
Twist up nigga, there's Buddha in the air, and

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out, out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out, out
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out, out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out, out
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout

Yo, aiyyo, somethin' better happen tonight, I got money
And the bitches is right, plus I ain't thinkin' 'bout startin' a fight
But if I do I'll be the last nigga standin'
Sippin' J.D. at the bar, holdin' the cannon

My niggaz get wild like that
Yo we don't even like to smile like that
C'mon I'm takin' it to trial like that
Catch me chillin' at the VIP's
All the bitches like pointin' at me, you know it's me, what?

We're 'bout to turn it out, turn it out
(I repeat)
Put it out and let the DJ's burn it out
As soon as, the needle drop, it got your crew bouncin'
Beatnuts, feelin' this, through the 2000

Rapin' loops innocently, cop anything
Produced by me and win instantly, yo
This is that shit you gon' peep in your CD
Beatnuts and my nigga Greg N I C E

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out, out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out, out
Gettin' cash money what we be about bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about bout

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out, out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out, out
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout

Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout

And if you drink Hennessey, say, "Oh yeah"
And wave yo' Dutchmasters in the air
Drink Hennessey, say, "Oh yeah"
And wave yo' Dutchmasters in the air

Drinkin' Hennessey, say, "Oh yeah"
Wave yo' Dutchmasters in the air
Drinkin' Hennessey, say, "Oh yeah"
Wave yo' Dutchmasters in the air

Drinkin' Moet, say, "Oh yeah"
Wave yo' Dutchmasters in the air
Drinkin' Alize, say, "Oh yeah"
Wave yo' Dutchmasters in the air

Fellas say, "HOE", ladies shake your butts
Greg N I C E, with the Beatnuts
Fellas say, "HOE", ladies shake your butts
Greg N I C E, with the Beatnuts

Fellas say, "HOE", ladies shake your butts
Greg N I C E, with the Beatnuts
Fellas say, "HOE", ladies shake your butts
Greg N I C E, with the Beatnuts

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just check it out
Check it out, just check it out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just check it out

Check it out, just check it out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just check it out
Check it out, just check it out

Ah, Brickland, it's time to turn it out
Chi-Town, New Orleans turn it out
D.C., Atlanta, turn it out

Philly, Miami, turn it out
V-A, Houston, turn it out
B-more, Detroit, we got to turn it out, out

Ah, dance, dance and don't stop, c'mon
Ah, dance, dance and don't stop, c'mon
Ah, dance, dance and don't stop, c'mon
Ah, dance, dance and don't stop, c'mon

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Beatnuts Forever - Lyrics - Beatnuts

Title: Beatnuts Forever
Artist: Beatnuts
Composer(s): Samuel Garcia, Jerry Tineo, Lester Fernandez, Labi Siffre, D Wolfe

Lyric:
Yo, yo hey, what chu gonna do, what chu gonna do?
Hey yo, tell me Beatnuts, yo what chu gonna do?
Turn it out, turn it out
Uh, turn it out, uh, turn it out

Hey yo, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out
Uh, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out

Yo where my niggaz at? Buy up the bar roll a trizzie
Right out of the jar and let the bullets fly outta they car
Put the pressure on whatever they are
Live niggaz yo, you gotta hit the head or the heart

Oh, it's money man? Handle your biz we the ones
That'll strangle your kids, make the pit bulls mangle your Wiz
Make it hotter than Los Angeles is
'Cause if we don't see a profit kid, nobody lives

Aiyyo we run up in the club and herb every bouncer
Run up on stage and snatch a mic from the announcer
Beatnuts, don't get it twisted, this ain't salsa
Les the one that signed your bitch's chest like a voucher

I'm about ta, turn it up a little louder
Beats smack a little harder, got you sayin' how the
Hell did you do that over there?
Twist up nigga, there's Buddha in the air and

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out, out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out, out
Gettin' cash money what we be about 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about 'bout

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out, out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out, out
Gettin' cash money what we be about 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about 'bout

Yo, aiyyo somethin' better happen tonight, I got money
And the bitches is right, plus I ain't thinkin' 'bout startin' a fight
But if I do I'll be the last nigga standin'
Sippin' J.D. at the bar, holdin' the cannon

My niggaz get wild like that, yo we don't even
Like to smile like that, c'mon I'm takin' it to trial like that
Catch me chillin' at the VIP's
All the bitches like pointin' at me, you know it's me, what?

We're bout to turn it out turn it out
(I repeat)
Put it out and let the DJ's burn it out
As soon as, the needle drop, it got your crew bouncin'
Beatnuts, feelin' this, through the 2000

Rapin' loops innocently, cop anything
Produced by me, and win instantly, yo
This is that shit you gonna peep in your CD
Beatnuts and my nigga Greg N I C E

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out, out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out, out
Gettin' cash money what we be about 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about 'bout

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out, out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out, out
Gettin' cash money what we be about 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about 'bout

Gettin' cash money what we be about 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about 'bout

And if you drink Hennessey, say oh yeah
And wave yo' Dutch masters in the air
Drink Hennessey, say oh yeah
And wave yo' Dutch masters in the air

Drinkin' Hennessey, say oh yeah
Wave yo' Dutch masters in the air
Drinkin' Hennessey, say oh yeah
Wave yo' Dutch masters in the air

Drinkin' Moet, say oh yeah
Wave yo' Dutch masters in the air
Drinkin' Alize, say oh yeah
Wave yo' Dutch masters in the air

Fellas say hoe, ladies shake your butts
Greg N I C E, with the Beatnuts
Fellas say hoe, ladies shake your butts
Greg N I C E, with the Beatnuts

Fellas say hoe, ladies shake your butts
Greg N I C E, with the Beatnuts
Fellas say hoe, ladies shake your butts
Greg N I C E, with the Beatnuts

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just check it out
Check it out, just check it out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just check it out
Check it out, just check it out

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon just check it out
Check it out, just check it out

Ah Brick land, it's time to turn it out
Chi-Town, New Orleans turn it out
D.C., Atlanta, turn it out, Philly, Miami, turn it out
V-A, Houston turn it out, B-more, Detroit
We got to turn it out out

Ah, dance, dance and don't stop, c'mon
Ah, dance, dance and don't stop, c'mon
Ah, dance, dance and don't stop, c'mon
Ah, dance, dance and don't stop, c'mon

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Midnight - Lyrics - The Boatlift - Pitbull

Title: Midnight
Album: The Boatlift
Artist: Pitbull
Composer(s): Armando Perez, Gabriel Aminov

Lyric:
Ven, pick that up, boy
Pitbull, Casely

I know you see me in your dreams
My mind's playin' tricks on me
I know you see me in your dreams
My mind's playin' tricks on me

I know you see me in your dreams
My mind's playin' tricks on me
I know you see me in your dreams
That's why

In the night, in the middle of the night
In the middle of the night you think about me
In the night, in the middle of the night
In the middle of the night, don't try to fight it

In the night, in the middle of the night
In the middle of the night, don't try to hide it
In the night, in the middle of the night
You think about me, girl

Yo me siento caliente
Tú me pones caliente
Yo me siento caliente
Tú me pones caliente

I'ma introduce you to the real me
It's the 3-0-5, ?til it kill me
I'm like a deck of cards, you gotta deal with me
Want war? Then Navy Seal with me

I don't need ice for women to chill with me
Drivin' crazy like Bobby did Whitney
Or like Kevin did Britney
Or maybe like Kanye did 50

I'm as drunk as a skunk, high as a hippie
Whole lot of vodka, little bit of [Incomprehensible]
All suckee-suckee, please no hickey
Baby mess with me, I'll have you in the

In the night, in the middle of the night
In the middle of the night you think about me
In the night, in the middle of the night
In the middle of the night, don't try to fight it

In the night, in the middle of the night
In the middle of the night, don't try to hide it
In the night, in the middle of the night
You think about me, girl

Yo me siento caliente
Tú me pones caliente
Yo me siento caliente
Tú me pones caliente

Wanna see you, see you
Wanna taste you, taste you
Wanna feel you, feel you
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout

But them nights, nights
Only happen, happen
Once in your life, life
And I ain't rappin?

I wanna take you ?til ecstasy, without ecstasy
Just follow me, follow me
And let me do the things I want to
I promise baby that you'll want me to

I wanna strap you, shake you, break you
Make you lose your mind, lose control and lose it all
C'mon baby, I make it hot weather, spring, summer, fall
That's why

In the night, in the middle of the night
In the middle of the night you think about me
In the night, in the middle of the night
In the middle of the night, don't try to fight it

In the night, in the middle of the night
In the middle of the night, don't try to hide it
In the night, in the middle of the night
You think about me, girl

Yo me siento caliente
Tú me pones caliente
Yo me siento caliente
Tú me pones caliente

I know you see me in your dreams
I know you see me in your dreams
I know you see me in your dreams
My mind's playin' tricks on me

I know you see me in your dreams, yeah
My mind's playin' tricks on me
I know you see me in your dreams
My mind's playin' tricks on me
I know you see me in your dreams
That's why

In the night, in the middle of the night
In the middle of the night you think about me
In the night, in the middle of the night
In the middle of the night, don't try to fight it

In the night, in the middle of the night
In the middle of the night, don't try to hide it
In the night, in the middle of the night
You think about me, girl

In the middle of the night
Yeah, it's the 3-0-5, yeah, Casely
We got it goin' in the middle of the night
In the middle of the night

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Let Me In - Lyrics - Land Of The Living - Kristine W.

Title: Let Me In
Album: Land Of The Living
Artist: Kristine W.
Composer(s): Kristine Weitz, Rob Dougan, Rollo Armstrong

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Lyric:
You talk about love, I know about love
It don?t grow on trees
When the stars shine on me
They shine sadly, I know about love

You talk about home, this is my home
There?s no bricks, no stone
When the wind comes calling ?round
Who?s to shelter me, don?t talk about home

And I don?t know why
I?m standing on the outside and I?m looking in
And how hard I try to be there
Out of the dark and joining in, let me in

Because Larry?s gonna be there
Mary?s gonna be there
Everyone will be there
Man I want to be there

Joe is gonna be there
Susan?s gonna be there
Everyone will be there
So let me in

You talk about loss, I know about loss
I don?t have much
But those who have more
Think that I?ve got enough oh, I know about loss

You talk about me, enough about me
?Cause I?ll disappear like a child in the crowd
You won?t notice that I?m not here
So let?s not talk about me

And I don?t know why
I?m standing on the outside and I?m looking in
And how hard I try to be there
Out of the dark and joining in, let me in

Because Sara?s gonna be there
Mel is gonna be there
David?s gonna be there
Ooh I gotta be there

Dorothy?s gonna be there
Martin?s gonna be there
Seymour?s gonna be there
So let me in

Ann is gonna there
Vince is gonna be there
Tony?s gonna be there
Man I want to be there

Pam is gonna be there
Jack is gonna be there
Everyone will be there
So let me in

And I don?t know why
I?m standing on the outside, I?m looking in
And how hard I try to be there
Out of the dark and joining in, c?mon let me in

Because Becky?s gonna be there
Billy?s gonna be there
Carl is gonna be there
Man I want to be there

Bobby?s gonna be there
Peter?s gonna be there
Man I want to be there
C?mon and let me in

Rollo?s gonna be there
Rob is gonna be there
Gus is gonna be there
C?mon and let me in

Everyone will be there
C?mon I gotta be there
Oh, won?t you
C?mon and let me in?

I don?t know why
I?m standing on the outside and I?m looking in
C?mon and let me in
How hard I try to be there
Out of the dark and joining in, let me in

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Do Re Mi - Lyrics - Dusty Springfield

Title: Do Re Mi
Artist: Dusty Springfield
Composer(s): Earl King

Lyric:
Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
This little creature was a-passing me
He got a whole lot of rhythm when he walks
And I can hear music, baby, when he talks

Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
Forget about the dough and think about me, oh yeah

Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
I wonder who can this creature be?
He ain't no picture as I can see
But I don't care he looks so good to me

Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
Forget about the dough and think about me

Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
I'd like to love you, yeah, yes sirree
It may sound crazy but it's a fact
Hey, tell me, baby, baby, how you gonna act?

Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
Forget about the dough and think about me, oh yeah

Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
Let's get together and make whoopee
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
Cupid's shootin' arrows straight by me

Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
Forget about the dough and think about me
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
The cat's in the cupboard and you can't catch me

A, B, C, D, E, F, G
Forget about the dough and think about me
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
Cupid's shootin' arrows straight by me, oh, yes

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Let'S Ride - Lyrics - Venni Vetti Vecci - Ja Rule

Title: Let'S Ride
Album: Venni Vetti Vecci
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Robert Mays, Jeffrey Atkins, Irv Gotti

Lyric:
Fuckin' clown ass motherfuckas, man
Who they think they fuckin' with?
These niggas must be out of their fuckin' minds or somethin'
So, what you wanna do?

Where my bitches down to freak wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz down to roll wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
Where my bitches that would lie for me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz that would die for me
Die for me, die for me

Where the fuck my thugs at?
Ready or not nigga ain't no turnin' back
Where the fuck my hoes at
Who I pimp hard when they wanna get to a tap
But you know you can do that love
I'm just hear to fuck you know that, love
What you want, baby roll it or what while you think about
Twist me a douche, you holdin' me up

How many bitches wanna ride wit me
Or cum through wit the top down like ?
Where my bitches at? Hop in make it fast don't slow me down
Where the fuck my killers at, end of the light
Weight now pop a gun wit them now
Niggas don't want it now, bet you motherfuckas foldin' now
Where the fuck them clowns at
Kickin' the dough for the pussy by the hour

Where the fuck them whores at, get your dough, mama
I'm ride till the end of the road, baby
This life gonna drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' where the Lord gonna take me
Where the fuck my gangstaz at?
Cool never sweat under the gun
Where the fuck my mistress at?

At cock back ready to pop something
Since you niggaz all about frontin'
Let's see when and how you really want it
Y'all don't want my thugs to get up on it
Leave it alone but, we bought our liquor, now

Where my bitches down to freak wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz down to roll wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
Where my bitches that would lie for me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz that would die for me
Die for me, die for me

Where my bitches down to freak wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz down to roll wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
Where my bitches that would lie for me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz that would die for me
Die for me, die for me

Bitch niggaz, better smarten up
Before I bring out the toast and touch you up
Fuckin' wit Ja, you know you got a lot of luck
But nowadays you ain't gettin' out as much
What the fuck iz up baby boy you scared or what
I swiss nothin' but the hot shit
So, I hear you wanna pop shit, you don't know who you
Fuckin' wit, let me show why life's a bitch

I went through drug money, hustlin' every day just to get a taste
Through gun or blood money, killin' niggaz back then for a small face
Got in the hot money, whats yours was mine in every case
Now it's play money, spit the raw and if more get chased
Holla out my niggaz, be the word of mouth
My bitches bang head like the dirty south nigga bounce
Row my niggaz, ride my bitches if you ain't heard nigga ride out wit us
Where the fuck all my murderers, hit up wit the heat, nigga just because
Got the whole world wonderin what the motive was, let's ride

Where my bitches down to freak wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz down to roll wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
Where my bitches that would lie for me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz that would die for me
Die for me, die for me

The Lord is callin' me recently but ain't got time to speak
Lord what you want with me, hope it ain't my time for the grim to reap
Niggaz be killin me, turn around, look them mud eye gun' em down
That's how I hit' em in it, cool 'em off, what the fuck is you hollin' bout
Niggaz be runnin' wild paid to strip, let'em have till the sun hit
Will never calm down deal wit it, a lot of niggaz get killed for this
Especially my niggaz, rest in peace to my dogs who I love to death
For when I die niggaz, heaven and hell
I've been down wit some of the best, yeah, niggaz

Where my bitches down to freak wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz down to roll wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
Where my bitches that would lie for me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz that would die for me
Die for me, die for me

Where my bitches down to freak wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz down to roll wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
Where my bitches that would lie for me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz that would die for me
Die for me, die for me

C'mon let's ride, c'mon let's ride, c'mon let's ride
C'mon let's ride, c'mon let's ride, c'mon let's ride

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Move Somethin' - Lyrics - The DEFinition - Ll Cool J

Title: Move Somethin'
Album: The DEFinition
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Joseph Johnson, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
LL
N O Joe, hit me baby!

Push it out girl, arch your back
Them 17's is fittin' like bubblewrap
Plus they low on your hips
You there, let me grab

That thing you do keep me brick
50 told you 'bout the 'Magic stick'
C'mon, lean on me
I'm in love with this scenery

Poke it out
'Pon de river, 'pon de bank baby stroke it out
Sweat for your man
Both hands on your hips for your man

Me and the boys is your biggest fans
Every time we see you we be like, "Damn!"
Work it girl
Move somethin', hurt me girl oh!

C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, prove somethin'

C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, prove somethin'

Such a pimply aura
Way way hotter than I was before a
She wanna sit courtside next to a baller
Where the paper's longer and cats are taller

Woo! I'm off on my own
Do the math mami, L's on the throne
Now take it to the floor
Do a split if you really hardcore

Man listen here
I'm hot today, ain't concerned with last year
I see your lil' shorty ride shotgun
But I done left stoplights with a hot one

Made her hop out, and move somethin'
Jump in my joint, and prove somethin'
I laugh at y'all
Don't worry about the check, already cashed it y'all

C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, prove somethin'

C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, prove somethin'

Pull it to the side
Shake it for daddy, it's time to ride
Make it sweat 'til it slide
Do your thing like it's justified

Tease me a little
It's my turn to take it to the middle
Let me palm that thing
You got the bomb, I disarm that thing

Turn it around girl, I want that thing
You had to know the way you flaunt that thing
Your body's jumpin'
Ain't no frontin when you provin' somethin'

Made eye contact with me
Now bring that thing back to me
You do your thing so naturally
I think I'm in love, actually

C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, prove somethin'

C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, prove somethin'

C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, prove somethin'

C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, move somethin'
C'mon, c'mon, prove somethin'

LL
N O Joe, hit me baby!
Hot one boy, "Definition"

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Dats What I'M Talkin About - Lyrics - This Is Not A Test - Missy Elliott

Title: Dats What I'M Talkin About
Album: This Is Not A Test
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Robert Kelly, Nisan Stewart, Nisan C Stewart, Craig Brockman, Craig Brockman, Robert S Kelly, M Elliott, Melissa A Elliott

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Lyric:
Uhh
Ahh!

Have you ever been in the mind of a virgin?
It gets hot and curious, ohh
Well let me take you there are you ready, boy?
Come on baby, strap up, 'cause it might get serious

Oh, now there will be some heat and some friction
Don't get alarmed 'cause I'll put ice just to chill the night
I'm just being polite
And I want to see if you're into it
Intimate kisses and huggings so sentiment, ooh
With you I might wanna spend my life

You make the freak come up out me
Dats what I'm talkin' about
Go 'head like it's my birthday
Dat-dats what I'm talking about
You make me say, "Aao!" 'Til I can't speak
Dats what I'm talkin' about
Baby dat-dat-dats what I'm talking about
Dat-dats what I'm talking about

You don't know just what you do, yeah
Dats what I'm talkin' about
When I'm rocking, slow dance with you
Dat-dats what I'm talking about
'Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yeah
Dats what I'm talkin' about
Baby dat-dat-dats what I'm talkin' about
Dat-dats what I'm talking about, alright!

Now all I wanna do is, baby
Is make your dove cry and make your body scream like, ahh
Bet your bottom dollar can make you believe that you can fly, yeah
Well, one hit of this sex weed, guaranteed to get you high

Like a mutha for ya, no, baby, you won't even know what day it is
'Cause after I come from downtown
Girl I'ma wanna go another round, yeah
Until you tell me carrisley stop, put it like this
It's like fresh up out the kitchen the way I got your oven so hot, mama

I'ma hit from the back, and the front, and the side
Then bounce it up and down like this
And baby, everybody's gonna say, "You're a pimp"
'Cause I'ma have ya walking with a limp

You make the freak come up out me
Dats what I'm talkin' about
Go 'head like it's my birthday
Dat-dats what I'm talking about
You make me say, "Aao!" 'Til I can't speak
Dats what I'm talkin' about
Baby dat-dat-dats what I'm talking about
Dat-dats what I'm talking about

You don't know just what you do, yeah
Dats what I'm talkin' about
When I'm rocking, slow dance with you
Dat-dats what I'm talking about
'Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yeah
Dats what I'm talkin' about
Baby dat-dat-dats what I'm talkin' about
Dat-dats what I'm talking about

Sex me, like me
Kiss me, hold me
Touch me, feel me
Do me baby, yeah

Sex me, like me
Kiss me, hold me
Touch me, feel me
Do me baby, yeah
This is the greatest bridge I ever heard
Alright

Yea, Fo shizzle my nizzle
You sho nuff the dizzle
And that's on the rizzle, ooo
Boy, you feel me sizzle
So sweet helped me do almost anything

Oh you make the freak come up out me
Dats what I'm talkin' about
Go 'head like it's my birthday
Dat-dats what I'm talking about
You make me say, "Aao!" 'Til I can't speak
Dats what I'm talkin' about
Baby dat-dat-dats what I'm talking about
Dat-dats what I'm talking about

You don't know just what you do, yeah
Dats what I'm talkin' about
When I'm rocking, slow dance with you
Dat-dats what I'm talking about
'Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yeah
Dats what I'm talkin' about
Baby dat-dat-dats what I'm talkin' about
Dat-dats what I'm talking about

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Bitter Sweet - Lyrics - C About Me (Tvt) - Marcos Hernandez

Title: Bitter Sweet
Album: C About Me (Tvt)
Artist: Marcos Hernandez
Composer(s): Makeba Riddick, Marcos Hernandez, Steve Morales

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Lyric:
There is something you should know
I've been hoping you love me, hoping you love me
I can tell by your face
You've been feeling real lonely, feeling so lonely

From what I understand there ain't no other man
So come know me, yeah, yeah
Let me live deep in your mind, I'll put you first all the time
It's all up to you, I'll show you love you've never knew

She's so bitter, sweet and sour, drives me crazy for hours
I love everything about her and I don't know how
I wanna buy her diamond rings and put my house in her name
She's so bitter, sweet and sour, bitter, sweet and sour, yeah

I want to know all about
Every way I can tease you, way I can tease you
Know at a drop of a dime
I'll be waiting to please you

From what I understand there ain't no other man
So come know me and be a part of me
Let me live deep in your mind, I'll put you first all the time
It's all up to you, I'll show you love you've never knew

She's so bitter, sweet and sour, drives me crazy for hours
I love everything about her and I don't know how
I wanna buy her diamond rings and put my house in her name
She's so bitter, sweet and sour, bitter, sweet and sour, yeah

My love will serve you any way that you like
I promise I won't hurt you, girl, I'll do you right
So just think about it 'cause I can't do without it
It's the thought of you kissing me, I just need you next to me

She's so bitter, sweet and sour, drives me crazy for hours
I love everything about her and I don't know how
I wanna buy her diamond rings and put my house in her name
She's so bitter, sweet and sour, bitter, sweet and sour

She's so bitter, sweet and sour, drives me crazy for hours
I love everything about her and I don't know how
I wanna buy her diamond rings and put my house in her name
She's so bitter, sweet and sour, bitter, sweet and sour

She's so bitter, sweet and sour, drives me crazy for hours
I love everything about her and I don't know how
I wanna buy her diamond rings and put my house in her name
She's so bitter, sweet and sour, bitter, sweet and sour, yeah

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Murder - Ya'Ll Heard Of Me - Lyrics - C

Title: Murder - Ya'Ll Heard Of Me
Artist: C
Composer(s): Howard Metoyer, Corey Miller

Lyric:
Tru Records, Chopper City
C-Murder, B.G 'bout to do this thing, y'all heard us
Straight gutter you know

Now, all y'all done, heard me
Now, I'm C-Murder, I did done things y'all ain't never heard
Now, I?m a fool boy, they call me a fool young
I'm willin' to die for mine, I'm willin' to die for mine

Now, all y'all done, heard of me
I'm B Gizzle, I did done things y'all bitch niggas scared of
I've smacked bitches, shot niggas, sold coke, court cases, done it all
I ain't talkin', I don't stunt at all

You don't wanna mess with that glock boy
Test me with that glock, you get popped boy
On the spot money bustin', out my socks boy
It's hot, and now these cops on ma jock boy

I breaks bread with them, base heads
I show some lovin' till they slip then I trip son
It's bigger then drugs, they wanna label me a killer
So don't push me life is hard, I'm tryin' to fill my own graveyard 3rd ward

A menace to society, like I'm a threat
Y'all ain't met the real C, yet I'm wreck
Ex bunny went and bitched about me, it?s realer then real
I was chosen when Slim got killed, you know how I feel

It?s a shame the Raper came, who should I blame?
My playas told me to be cool, you know I?m a fool
Messin' with you gorillas will get yo head bust
Me and my homies, we about that paper

It?s money we after, straight money makers
The Cutt Boys could never be no fakers
I spit that gangsta rap, forget that hip hop
I bump them gangsta, ass beats that make yo head bop

Now, make that iron cocked and then that show stop
'Cause it's murder, murder, murder, murder, 1 8 7
'Cause I don't give a shh, shh
But they don't hear me though

Now, all y'all done heard of me
Now, I'm C-Murder, I did done things y'all ain't never heard of
And I done sold rocks, rob blocks, merked clowns and done time
I'm fool boy, I'm willin' to die for mine

Now, all y'all done, heard of me
I'm B Gizzle, I did done things y'all bitch niggas scared of
I've smacked bitches, shot niggas, sold coke, court cases, done it all
I ain't talkin', I don't stunt at all

If you don't know me ask somebody, you know and I bet they know
This 'lil nigga quick to draw down, and split ya or cut ya throat
This 'lil nigga quick to handle his business and quick to creep
This 'lil nigga ain't 'bout poppin', no playas squashin', no beef

This 'lil nigga keep a 40 up on and with an extension
This 'lil nigga a steal you even when you payin' attention
I'm uptown gangsta
V. L. Don, when I die bury me wit ya bo?s and a t-shirt on

I?m a fool like that, I be walkin' through the hood
With all my jewelry on bitch niggaz wonder how I do it, I'm real as I could
It gets no realer
I got killers like Janeal just waitin' for me to send 'em

I was raised with gorillas and gangstas, killers and thugs
Street hustles that will touch you up
These choppa city niggas all true to the game
You hear C or B.G, you gotta know them names

Now, all y'all done, heard me
Now, I'm C-Murder, I did done things y'all ain't never heard
Now, I?m a fool boy, they call me a fool young
I'm willin' to die for mine, I'm willin' to die for mine

Now all y'all done, heard of me
I'm B Gizzle, I did done things y'all bitch niggas scared of
I've smacked bitches, shot niggas, sold coke, court cases, done it all
I ain't talkin', I don't stunt at all

Now, all y'all done heard of me
Now, I'm C-Murder I did done things y'all ain't never heard of and I done Sold rocks, rob blocks merked clowns and done time
I'm fool boy I'm willin' to die for mine

Now, all y'all done, heard of me
I'm B Gizzle, I did done things y'all bitch niggas scared of
I've smacked bitches, shot niggas, sold coke, court cases, done it all
I ain't talkin', I don't stunt at all

B.G, where you at?
Throw yo hands up
Throw yo hands up for C-Murder caliope, throw yo hands up
Stunt for me, now jump for me, now walk for me, now stomp for me

Throw yo hands up
Throw yo hands up for C-Murder caliope, throw yo hands up
Stunt for me, now jump for me, now walk for me, now stomp for me
Stunt for me, now jump for me, now walk for me, now stomp for me
Aha, the N O V L C P 3, that know ya, ya know?
X5 on the track, tru

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That'S Right - Lyrics - Ciara: The Evolution - Ciara

Title: That'S Right
Album: Ciara: The Evolution
Artist: Ciara
Composer(s): Ciara Harris, B Muhammad, J Cameron, Jonathan Smith, L Jefferson

Lyric:
Every time he call, I come
But it's time I think about me, that's right
And what I need, that's right
Tonight I'm doin' me, that's right
And I'ma have fun, that's right

I bet you wan' get crunk, that's my jam
I bet you wan' get crunk, that's my jam
I bet you wan' get crunk, that's my jam
I bet you wan' get crunk

I bet you wan' get crunk, that's my jam
I bet you wan' get crunk, that's right
That's right, get crunk, that's right, get crunk
That's right, get crunk, get crunk

Let's go, let's go now ladies
Let's go let's go now if you're always
Let's go, let's go now, looking out for somebody else
Let's go, let's go now and not yourself

Let's go, let's go now, tonight
Let's go, let's go now, it's all about you
Let's go, let's go now, we gon' party baby
Let's go, let's go now, c'mon

Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon

Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon

I was drivin', cruising on the highway
It was a Friday, midnight, when he called me
I was thinkin', 'Hell no'
I already know what he wants, surprise, surprise

So I changed plans and made some arrangements
I won't be chasing, someone that's in place and
That's when I called my girls up
Who about to hit the club up
Tonight's the night, let's go

You can miss me all you want but I'm not comin' over
(That's right)
Tonight I'm doin' me, I'll call you in the mornin'
(That's right)
Hangin' with my girls until the break of dawn
(That's right)
You can't tell me no 'cuz I can do what I want
(That's right)

Tonight I'm havin' fun, tonight I'm goin' out
That's right I'm gonna party all night long
I'm turnin' off the phone so we can get it on
Oh, oh, oh

Can't stand the e-mails askin' for details
"When are you leavin'?" "When will you get here?"
Kept callin' my cellphone
I sent him straight to voicemail
'Leave a message'

I usually call back, this time I'ma fall back
I know what the real be, he just wanna see me
'Cuz he wanna tap, to tap, tap, tap, tap, that booty
But he's not gonna get that booty
If you think that it's like that, think again 'cuz it's not that

You can miss me all you want but I'm not comin' over
(That's right)
Tonight I'm doin' me, I'll call you in the mornin'
(That's right)
Hangin' with my girls until the break of dawn
(That's right)
You can't tell me no 'cuz I can do what I want
(That's right)

Tonight I'm havin' fun, tonight I'm goin' out
That's right I'm gonna party all night long
I'm turnin' off the phone so we can get it on
Oh, oh, oh

I got my hands up on my back, back
Take it to the floor, floor
We gon' rock, all night, that's right
Take it down low, that's right

What's up? I'm hot tonight
What's up? We hit the spot tonight
What's up? That's right
That's right, that's right

Like this, and this, and like that, that, that
John drop the beat and bring it back, back, back
Wassup? Wassup? That's right, that's right

You like it? I like it
You love it? I love it
You want it? You want it?
Wassup? Wassup?

You can miss me all you want but I'm not comin' over
(That's right)
Tonight I'm doin' me, I'll call you in the mornin'
(That's right)
Hangin' with my girls until the break of dawn
(That's right)
You can't tell me no 'cuz I can do what I want
(That's right)

Tonight I'm havin' fun, tonight I'm goin' out
That's right I'm gonna party all night long
I'm turnin' off the phone so we can get it on
Oh, oh, oh

Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon

Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon

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Act A Fool - Lyrics - Lil' Jon

Title: Act A Fool
Artist: Lil' Jon
Composer(s): Lamarquis Jefferson, Jonathan Smith, Craig Love

Lyric:
Yeah nigga, I'm going rep this motherfucking
No Limit to I D.I.E, check this out nigga
I could gave a fuck what a nigga gotta say about me
(What)
(What)
I could gave a fuck what the media gotta say about me
(Fuck off)

Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking English
I'm from the hood and you know what?
(Fuck off)
If a motherfucker come at me they better come right
(Fuck off)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Still posted on the block, still slangin' that coke
Still runnin from the cops, still lettin' 'em bitches know
Still fuckin' with your made, beause blowin' that ganja
Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me

Rolling with 'em head bustas, my niggaz splitting wigs
A couple fucking G's nigga it can get did
Straight from the hood and I represent the street
Send money to the pen, still fucking with C
(Okay!)

R.I.P. to the niggaz in the motherfucking dirt
When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt
What a nigga supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that motherfucker pop

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Thug girls, I put my name on them
Me and Jon's like the Lakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done till it's a dun-dadda
And I got my own clothing and so fuck Gucci and Prada nigga

I'm underrated like Sam Cassell
But when the playoffs come nigga I'ma be there
Can't fall off because a nigga ain't average
Fuck the I.R.S. a nigga still got cabbage

Know how to play the game because the nigga is a baller
Lil Jon with the beat and now them hoes wanna call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
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I still walk through the hood by motherfucking myself
And if I have some beef nigga I don't need know help
Nigga ain't Puffy and a nigga ain't Maize
So give me 50-feet before I catch a fuckin' case, nigga

We ain't going to the Grammys
Find us on the block posted up slangin' motherfucking wammies
Still thuged out with the white tees fuck-a-nigga who don't like me
I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me

I'm still rowdy, nigga I'm still bouty
Still got them bouncing in the clubs
And 'em hoes still talk about me
Ten years later nigga I'm still in the game
Y'all thought after 400$ mill a nigga would change?

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You have what
Have mercy to start the car man
Man let's do it

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Act A Fool - Lyrics - Good Side Bad Side - Master P

Title: Act A Fool
Album: Good Side Bad Side
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Lamarquis Jefferson, Jonathan Smith, Craig Love

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Lyric:
Yeah nigga, I'm going rep this motherfucking
No Limit to I D.I.E, check this out nigga
I could gave a fuck what a nigga gotta say about me
(What)
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I could gave a fuck what the media gotta say about me
(Fuck off)

Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking English
I'm from the hood and you know what?
(Fuck off)
If a motherfucker come at me they better come right
(Fuck off)

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Still posted on the block, still slangin' that coke
Still runnin from the cops, still lettin' 'em bitches know
Still fuckin' with your made, beause blowin' that ganja
Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me

Rolling with 'em head bustas, my niggaz splitting wigs
A couple fucking G's nigga it can get did
Straight from the hood and I represent the street
Send money to the pen, still fucking with C
(Okay!)

R.I.P. to the niggaz in the motherfucking dirt
When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt
What a nigga supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that motherfucker pop

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Thug girls, I put my name on them
Me and Jon's like the Lakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done till it's a dun-dadda
And I got my own clothing and so fuck Gucci and Prada nigga

I'm underrated like Sam Cassell
But when the playoffs come nigga I'ma be there
Can't fall off because a nigga ain't average
Fuck the I.R.S. a nigga still got cabbage

Know how to play the game because the nigga is a baller
Lil Jon with the beat and now them hoes wanna call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6

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I still walk through the hood by motherfucking myself
And if I have some beef nigga I don't need know help
Nigga ain't Puffy and a nigga ain't Maize
So give me 50-feet before I catch a fuckin' case, nigga

We ain't going to the Grammys
Find us on the block posted up slangin' motherfucking wammies
Still thuged out with the white tees fuck-a-nigga who don't like me
I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me

I'm still rowdy, nigga I'm still bouty
Still got them bouncing in the clubs
And 'em hoes still talk about me
Ten years later nigga I'm still in the game
Y'all thought after 400$ mill a nigga would change?

Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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You have what
Have mercy to start the car man
Man let's do it

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You And Me - Lyrics - G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time) - Ll Cool J

Title: You And Me
Album: G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time)
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Giuliano Salierni, Phillip L Hurtt, Kelly Price, James T Smith, George Spivey

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Lyric:
Yeah
Word up
And you say New York City
Word up
Take me away, baby

Damn, you and your man had beef
So he left you Uptown, teary eyed, on the back streets
For me to scoop up in the Bentley drop
Long as God hold me down you know I had to stop

What the deal ma? You wanna use my cell?
You runnin' solo? This block foul as hell
You said my ex be beatin' on me
He mad jealous even though he be cheatin' on me

I said miss, let me tell you somethin'
'Bout who's makin' major moves and who's frontin'
Who's talkin' loud but ain't sayin' nuttin'
And those who get the one they want but keep frontin'

He don't appreciate the well 'til it run dry
Love is blind, it's hard to say goodbye
But smart birds choose to fly
'Cause we livin' in the hood girlfriend, it's do or die

Here's my definition, of love everlasting
I would trade all my cash in, for passion
Tiffany jewels and designer fashions
To hear happiness is mine for the askin'

Every day on my knees I pray
That I would run into someone that make me feel this way
What you think, you wanna ride with L?
Some things are meant to be baby, you never can tell
(I wanna ride, with you baby)

Every night, every day
I just sit and dream about you
You and me, you and me
Hold me tight, ecstasy
Makin' love 'til everafter
Baby you and me, yeah you and me

Now we dippin' on the FDR
It's one of them lucky nights when you can peep out the stars
We speak without talkin' and the world is ours
When I glance over at ya I can feel your power

You schemin', L want a one-night stand
I'm schemin', she probably in love with her man
But we keep on rollin', hopin' there's somethin' more
Dreamin' about tomorrow and what life got in store

Livin', no drama, we can chill, relax
Sex all night in the morn' count stacks
Sip Gran Marnier and maybe puff a dime sack
But only in moderation, we ain't livin' like that, y'know?

We jetted up the Tavern on the Green
To talk about love 'cause the game's extreme
Domestic abuse and everything in between
'Cause I want you to think of me when you need a shoulder to lean on

I'm from Queens, I'ma rep to the fullest
But I'd rather chill with you, 'stead of dodgin' bullets
Glock in the stash I don't really wanna pull it
On some so-called thug cat, that's faker than acrylics

He said your fam be ridin' your nerves
And you hate him for never givin' you the life you deserve
Remember, the one who hold a grudge is foul
And everything you ever wanted is in front of you now, whassup?
(Baby, every night)

Every night, every day
I just sit and dream about you
You and me baby, you and me
Hold me tight, ecstasy
Makin' love 'til everafter
You and me baby, you and me

I promise you, dreams do come true
There's trials and tribulations that we all go through
When your heart's bleedin', how could the sky seem blue?
But listen up shorty, this is what I wanna do

Be there for you, baby care for you
When my dogs stare at you never sharin' you
And to my ex-girlfriend, never comparin' you
And do the things that your ex never dared to do

Time to bounce baby, I'm takin' you home
Look at the moonlight sparkle on the 20 inch chrome
The rocks on my hand got a life of they own
Plus the blend tape's bumpin' and it's settin' the tone

Should I jet to the hotel, is now the right time
Or should I be patient and explore your mind?
You said you grew up in the ghetto and it hurt your heart
Tried to live smart but your dreams fell apart

You dated hustlers and brought 'em customers
They totally destroyed whatever trust there was
Now you hate men and everything they stand for
'Cause you wanna be treated like a queen, not a whore

Close your eyes, don't be afraid to dream
Open your heart to this cat from Queens
Whatever you wanna do, however you wanna do it
Back to back baby, we can get each other through it

Every night, every day
(Knahmean?)
I just sit and dream about you
(Word up)
You and me baby, you and me
(Yeah, yeah)
Hold me tight, ecstasy
(C'mon, c'mon)
Makin' love 'til everafter
(C'mon, c'mon)
Yeah, you and me
(Yeah)

Every night, every day
(I just want you to think about that, y'knahmsayin'?)
I just sit and dream about you
(Late at night when you layin' there)
(And you feel like the whole world is fallin' around you)
You and me
(Remember these words that I said)
Hold me tight, ecstasy
(There's somebody out there for you baby)
Makin' love 'til everafter
(Might be me, you never know, word up)
(Stay strong shorty)
You and me

(Keep your eyes up to the sky, knahmsayin'?)
Every night, every day
I just sit and dream about you
(Don't let nobody tell you you can't make it)
(And don't let nobody around you tell you)
You and me
(That it ain't possible to make your dreams come true)
Hold me tight, ecstasy
(Word up)
Makin' love 'til everafter
(Knahmean? That's real)
Baby you and me, yeah you and me
(Queens represent, rock on)

Every night, every day
I just sit and dream about you
You and me, yeah you and me
Hold me tight, ecstasy
Makin' love 'til everafter
Baby you and me, yeah you and me

Every night, every day
I just sit and dream about you
You and me
Hold me tight, ecstasy

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