Call Me - Lyrics - Tq

Title: Call Me
Artist: Tq
Composer(s): Terrance Quaites

Lyric:
Hot damn, summer in the city
Spend a lot of time with girls that look pretty
Step off in the club with 'bout 50
What's the matter, baby, you don't feel me?

Well, I love them stiletto boots
An' them Apple Bottoms, girl, you look so cute
An' I gotta find a way to get next to you
'Cos we destined to get up later on, baby

When people say we ain't got to go home
But get the hell out of here
You need to call up my phone
An' tell me where to meet ya, give me a call

Call me
Why you standin' over in the corner?
You need to come an' holla at me
Call me
I can give it to you how you want it
Baby girl, you need to come see

Call me
I'll give you my number
An' baby, you can give me a call
Call me
Ain't no pressure at all
When you need someone to talk to
You can call me

Holla at me, can I come an' get you, baby?
I got a GT Carrera, baby
An' my shift kick jerks you crazy
Plus that fluffy herb that makes ya lazy

Have you ever seen Pacific coast
In a drop top Porsche doin' the most?
After the club on a Friday, we hit the highway
An' yeah, we listenin' to Smokey, 'Who's Going My Way?'

Before we roll, let me take a picture with my phone
So I can know it's you when you call
Don't want no mistakes at all
Let's get this thang on an' ball, give me a call

Call me
Why you standin' over in the corner?
You need to come an' holla at me
Call me
I can give it to you how you want it
Baby girl, you need to come see me

Call me
I'll give you my number
An' baby, you can give me a call
Call me
Ain't no pressure at all
When you need someone to talk to
You can call me

Where my girls at? Put your one hand up
Let me repeat that, what's your phone number?
I ain't lyin' ma, I want some of that
Indescribable, undeniable love

First things first, you need to hurry up an' call me
In fifteen minutes I'ma leave
You need to be right behind me
Baby, don't forget to call me

Call me
Why you standin' over in the corner?
You need to come an' holla at me
Call me
I can give it to you how you want it
Baby girl, you need to come see

Call me
I'll give you my number
An' baby, you can give me a call
Call me
Ain't no pressure at all
When you need someone to talk to
You can call me

It's so damn nice to see you
Mama, let's go to the beach
Baby, take off your clothes
'Cos tonight you rollin' with Squeeze

Tell your girlfriends holla
Maybe you'll see them next week
We 'bout to take a lil' trip to the Islands
All expenses on me, baby, just call me

Call me
Why you standin' over in the corner?
You need to come an' holla at me
Call me
I can give it to you how you want it
Baby girl, you need to come see

Call me
I'll give you my number
An' baby, you can give me a call
Call me
Ain't no pressure at all
When you need someone to talk to
You can call me

Call me
Why you standin' over in the corner?
You need to come an' holla at me
Call me
I can give it to you how you want it
Baby girl, you need to come see

Call me
I'll give you my number
An' baby, you can give me a call
Call me
Ain't no pressure at all
When you need someone to talk to
You can call me

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Call Me When You Get This - Lyrics - Corinne Bailey Rae - Corinne Bailey Rae

Title: Call Me When You Get This
Album: Corinne Bailey Rae
Artist: Corinne Bailey Rae
Composer(s): Corinne Bailey Rae, Chrisanthou Steve Bush, J Beck

Lyric:
How does it feel being in these arms?
What's it really like to be loved?
I've been alone now, how long?
Have you ever loved the way that I have?

And I have often wondered who
Who could love you the way I do?

Now, I just want you to know
How I'm touched deep in
My soul just being with you

And I need you more each day
Baby, if you're still awake
Call me when you get this

I've got all this poetry
Now, I didn't know then, I kept inside
Guess I had never seen anything beautiful
Till I first saw you asleep at night

And I have often wondered who
Who could love you the way I do?

Now, I just want you to know
How I'm touched deep in
My soul just being with you

And I need you more each day
Baby, if you're still awake
Call me when you get this

I just wanted to know what it was like
What it's really like to be loved?
These little volcanoes came as a surprise to me
I never thought I could be this way

And I have been conscious
And I've tried to keep to myself
Who could love you the way I do?

Now, I just want you to know
How I'm touched deep in my soul
Just being with you

And I need you more each day
Baby, if you're still awake
Call me when you get this

Just want you to know
I'm touched deep in my soul
Being with you

Need you more each day
If you're still awake
Call me when you get this

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Lo - I'Ll Be Around - Lyrics - Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine - Cee

Title: Lo - I'Ll Be Around
Album: Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine
Artist: Cee
Composer(s): Timothy Z Mosley, Thomas Decarlo Callaway

Lyric:
Oh! Cee-Lo, you ready to rock wit Timbo?
(Yeah)
Oh! Let's go boy
A T L, talk to em Lo

How could I possibly, be inconspicuous
When my flow is fuckin' ridiculous?
That's quite an accent, see I'm from the south
Where some of the most beautiful things come out my mouth

And I'm on stage just as soon as I come out the house
So I might as well give them somethin' to talk about
I bust a rap to make a blind man believe in the boogey
And if you came here to move the Cee then the boogey on

When you want me to come
(Holla)
When you want me to come
(Call me)
When you want me to come
(I'll be around)
(When you want me to come, yeah, woo)

Holla, when you want me to come
(Holla)
When you want me to come
(Call me)
When you want me to come
(I'll be around)

Here comes Timbaland, I'm also from the south
I like them girls with big butts, and golds in they mouth
I come from the back road, and a dirty house
If you leave the door open, moms'll cuss ya out

I got a big dog in the front yard
Best buh-lieve that bitch bite hard
I gotta grand Daddy who think he Joe Clark
And that's how we do it round these parts, oh

When you want me to come
(Holla)
When you want me to come
(Call me)
When you want me to come
(I'll be around)
(When you want me to come, yeah, woo)

Holla, when you want me to come
(Holla)
When you want me to come
(Call me)
When you want me to come
(I'll be around)

You see, I do what they won't do and can't do
But gon' wish they did when I'm done and with a smile on my face
Give the trophy for second place rite after I won
Shake his hand, firm like a man but talk to him like a son

And this way I can still be a little somethin' to everyone
And with that elegance, I rock climb
To reach hints from God of relevance
Poise, position, and the plush of a revalance
And I'm outstandin', outpsoken
Which is the unequivocal evidence
It is then instant vintage as it has been, ever since, ah

When you want me to come
(Holla)
When you want me to come
(Call me)
When you want me to come
(I'll be around)
(When you want me to come, yeah, woo)

Holla, when you want me to come
(Holla)
When you want me to come
(Call me)
When you want me to come
(I'll be around)

When you want me to come
(Holla)
When you want me to come
(Call me)
When you want me to come
(I'll be around)
(When you want me to come, yeah, woo)

Holla, when you want me to come
(Holla)
When you want me to come
(Call me)
When you want me to come
(I'll be around)

Uuhh ooh! oh no! uh ooh! Sweet Sugar Lo and Timbo
Uuhh ooh! oh no! uh ooh, them niggaz bouta get some mo' dough
Uuhh ooh! oh no! uh ooh! Sweet Sugar Lo and Timbo
Uuhh ooh! oh no! uh ooh, them niggaz bouta get some mo' dough
Uuhh ooh! oh no! uh ooh! Sweet Sugar Lo and Timbo
(Timbo)
Oh no, uh oh, them niggaz bouta get some mo' dough
Uuhh ooh! oh no! uh ooh! Sweet Sugar Lo and Timbo
(Timbo)
Oh no, uh ooh! them niggaz bouta get some mo' dough
(We out)

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Bout My Paper - Lyrics - Broken Silence - Foxy Brown

Title: Bout My Paper
Album: Broken Silence
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): M Tyler, Inga Marchand, D Willis, Friedmmann Joseh

Lyric:
If it ain't about my paper
(Paper)
The bitch don't call me
(Bitch don't call me)
'Cause I'm about my motherfucking business
(My business)
So you can kill that talking
(Kill that talking)
If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation
Then keep on walking
(Watch out there now)
'Cause I'm about to show you
What you paid for when you came here
Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started

Who could talk about that money better than me?
Who could stay so hood femininely?
Who stay on 5th Ave spending them G's?
Who's just as controversial as Eminem be?
F O X Y, East Coast, West Side
Who the fuck really want come test I
Don't start no shit tonight
You know them gangsta Brooklyn niggas is quick to fight

But we about our doe, you know how that go
You know Brown come through with the hot ass flow
And go straight at them, quickly go platinum
Still cocky, wrist still rocky
Real chunky niggas still want me
Still touring and shopping in every country
Fox, pooh and pretty run this city

If it ain't about my paper
(Paper)
The bitch don't call me
(Bitch don't call me)
'Cause I'm about my motherfucking business
(My business)
So you can kill that talking
(Kill that talking)
If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation
Then keep on walking
(Watch out there now)
'Cause I'm about to show you
What you paid for when you came here
Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started

I came here to take my dick out, look out
If you ain't 'bout that sucking, fucking, smoking or drinking
The hooker get out
I ain't come here for no foolishness
I'm cute as lil' bow wow but throw bows like Ludacris
Let me through here, let me bust something
Let me do this shit
The original booth, ain't no fucking duplicate
Passportin' when a pen on the pad

You gotta fuck me right now bitch, I'm the man
Dropping 12th ward B's on them
Bitch I'm loaded so don't ask me about no motherfucking weed aroma
Yeah I'm grammy nominated
When the 'Lou says James Brown ain't been this animated
Bitch I thought I told you
I'm the rappin' Ray Lewis, nigga I'll fold you
That's how these niggas get they shit knocked down
From fucking with mystikal and the chick fox brown

If it ain't about my paper
(Paper)
The bitch don't call me
(Bitch don't call me)
'Cause I'm about my motherfucking business
(My business)
So you can kill that talking
(Kill that talking)
If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation
Then keep on walking
(Watch out there now)
'Cause I'm about to show you
What you paid for when you came here
Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started

Foxy thing, watch yourself
Show me what you're working with
Foxy thing

Without that cash, what the fuck I'm gaining?
Stop your complaining
When rappers fade, fox is remaining
If you shoot just watch where you're aiming
This is real, it's not entertainment
The same way I ball I could quickly fall
But nah, I'm still here, till I retire

With them chrome things filling my tires
To my niggas in the slammer, with you all stiff hammer
Ain't nothing change, titties still bananas
Still slim, still the prettiest rap broad
No bra, nipples still hard
Yeah La Pearla strings and Belvedere
How the fuck that little bitch do that there?

If it ain't about my paper
(Paper)
The bitch don't call me
(Bitch don't call me)
'Cause I'm about my motherfucking business
(My business)
So you can kill that talking
(Kill that talking)
If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation
Then keep on walking
(Watch out there now)
'Cause I'm about to show you
What you paid for when you came here
Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started

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Leave A Message - Lyrics - What's The 411? - The Remixes - Mary J Blige

Title: Leave A Message
Album: What's The 411? - The Remixes
Artist: Mary J Blige
Composer(s): Tony Dofat

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Lyric:
You better be home

Yo, what's up? This is Mary
I'm not home, leave a message, peace

Yo Mary, it's Puff, pick up the phone nigga
Hey yo Mary, it's Puff, hey, yo Mary yo
You got studio tonight, 8 o'clock, Hit Factory
In the mall, you gotta um you gotta do this video shoot
Get back to me, yo I know you there man, pick up shit
Get back to me man, beep me, peace

Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, yo yo Mary, yo Mary
Yo Mar-Mary, Mary, it's me, me, me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Kool DJ Red Alert, check this out, Mary, Mary

Check this out, I wanna get with you later on, because I heard
That you got it goin' on with the whack, yeah give me some vinyl
I heard about this album, you can't be doin' this, Mary, Mary

We got to get together, c'mon, we gonna get around
You gonna have some drinks, gonna toss it up
Ya know just tell me when ya want me comin' over
Ya know, then check it out, I don't have no limo

But I got a skateboard, four wheel drive yo, we gonna get
Expensive alright, Mary, Mary, please Mary
You better let me sign up, okay?
And the Puba's here too, see ya

Yo Mary this is Christopher Williams
Call me back 'cause I just heard your album
And I'm real interested in you doing a duet with me
Puffy got my number so get back with me alright? Peace

Mary, Mary quite contrary
This is Jamie Brown from sister to sister
Girl I just heard the record, I loved it, I wanna see you
I wanna meet you to see how you vibe, call me, okay?

Yo Mary Blige, what's up?
This is Eric Sermon, MC
Grand for ya, just wanna say what's up?
Good luck, see ya

Mary what's up? This is Andre Harrel
CEO, Chairman, Founder Uptown Records
I just wanted to call ya letcha know
That I heard ya album, you are outta outta here baby, peace
I'll see ya number one

Yo Mary, this is Hev, where you at?
Trying to see what's up for the evening
Give me a call, peace

Hey Mary, what's up Mary?
What's up Mary, this is Maceo
Said you were gonna take that trip to Pluto with me
What's up? Yo, give me a call later, peace

Hey yo Mary J, this is Clark Kent, I just
Heard that album, dag, can I get like ten copies?
That's for all my crew, make sure they playin' it
I'm gonna run you to death you over baby, I'm gone

Yo Mary what's up, this is Kurt Juice
Yo, what's up what's happening?
You're late, c'mon, hurry up, hurry up
We gotta go get this money

Yo Mary what's up?
This is Little Shawn
When you get in, give me a call
Or better yet beep me peace

Yo what's up Mary J? This is CL Smooth
I'm down at the studio doing this remix
Just come down there and lay down
Some vocals for me, aight baby?
Call me when you get in, peace

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Friends Don'T Let Friends Dial Drunk - Lyrics - Every Second Counts - Plain White T'S

Title: Friends Don'T Let Friends Dial Drunk
Album: Every Second Counts
Artist: Plain White T'S
Composer(s): Bret Hadley Mazur, Kraig Tyler, Craig M Heilman, Thomas John Higgenson

Lyric:
Those are all very beautiful words but actions speak louder
In case you haven't heard, I'm all alone
While you're out on the town drinkin' with your friends

You can say all these beautiful things but they don't mean nothing
No, they don't mean a thing gotta back it up
But you keep backing down tell me how this ends

If you think it's possible then anything is possible
But I think you're impossible
I hope you prove me wrong

You only call me after you've had a few
You only wanna hang out when you've got nothing to do
Don't tell me you love me and act like you don't
Oh, if you really want me you just gotta let me know

Same old thing happens every night
You get me going and then you say goodbye, I'm heated up
And you just leave me there to take care of myself

Don't get mad, don't get all wound up
Just get your act together, or baby give it up
Just let me know if I should hit the road or if you want my help

If you think it's possible then anything is possible
But I think you're impossible
I hope you prove me wrong

You only call me after you've had a few
You only wanna hang out when you've got nothing to do
Don't tell me you love me and act like you don't
Oh, if you really want me you just gotta let me know

You only call me when there's no one around
You only wanna come up when you know I'm going down
Don't tell me you love me and act like you don't
Oh, if you really want me you just gotta let me know

You gotta show me you mean it
If you really mean it
You're talking to me like you mean it
And I don't believe it

You only call me after you've had a few
You only wanna hang out when you've got nothing to do
Don't tell me you love me and act like you don't
Oh, if you really want me you just gotta let me know

You only call me when there's no one around
You only wanna come up when you know I'm going down
Don't tell me you love me and act like you don't
Oh, if you really want me you just gotta let me know

You only call me after you've had a few
You only wanna hang out when you've got nothing to do
Don't tell me you love me and act like you don't
If you really want me you just gotta let me know

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Call Me - Lyrics - Street Dreams - Fabolous

Title: Call Me
Album: Street Dreams
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Dwight Myers, S Barnes, John Jackson, J Olivier

Lyric:
See ma, I think you took it
I think you took it wrong like
You got it misunderstood or something
You got it confused

I'm thinking about the one night we had spent together
(I mean, when was this ma?)
That I'd cherish the love I thought would last forever
(I never said that, I never said forever)

Call me
(Na, I don't do this you already knew this
Ma we been through this)
Call me
(Na, I can't do that once I done blew that
Ma, we been through that)

Girl, that was a one night fling
You was turned on by the moonshine and the sunlight bling
You kept licking your tongue at me
Knowing how quick that this youngun be
To pull out his dick from his dungarees
Besides, we had enough liquor and jumatries
That both of us woulda got sick or had lung disease
I remember every gesture made
During the escapade in the back of the escalade

When it come to tricks, I have some up my sleeve
But shorty dived in head first and didn't come up to breath
I usually don't get to rag 'em but it's so real
I made the caddy chauffer hop out and get the magnums
We getting close the park of Meridian
She pulling her skirt down and tucking her titties in
I'm walking this biddy in caressing her pretty skin
She say "I love the video that you n' PD in"

I'm thinking about the one night we had spent together
That I'd cherish the love I thought would last forever

Call me
(Na, I don't do this you already knew this
Ma we been through this)
Call me
(Na, I can't do that once I done blew that, Ma we been through that)

This girl hobby was to slow me down
Got me walking wobbling through the lobby lounge
In the pent house blasting Mob Deep and some Bobby Brown
Do not disturb sign probably woulda not be found
If theres one thing I'm giving her, it gotta be back shots
She screaming like she just won the lottery jack pot
At the same time she jerking and wiggling
Smirking and giggling
'Cuz I'm like dirt when I'm digging in

The way she working and fingering
She must have be a gymnast
'Cuz the positions wasn't hurting her ligaments
Ma I know you got centerfold measurement features
But after a night, it was a pleasure to meet ya
Get ya under and outta where
You aint gotta go home but you gotta get outta here
So write your number on this paper
I might wanna scrape ya next year when I go on tour

Still thinking about the one night we had spent together
That I'd cherish the love I thought would last forever

Call me
(Na, I don't do this you already knew this, Ma we been through this)
Call me
(Na, I can't do that once I done blew that)

Now I aint seen shorty since the spot last summer
And she still calling and paging
I don't even know how she got my numbers
But I been hiding 'cuz, this girl looking for the kid
Like Bush was searching for Bin Laden
Before I didn't care if she where I be
But now I mean it be scaring me to get yearly therapy
She said her heart broken, it caused her to start smoking
And I was in deep thinking, making her keep drinking

Since Hiedy started stalking me
I had to get body guards to walk with me
If you wanna get fabolous, that's on you, that's on you
Long as you know where they at on you
I'm looking at her ways and reactions
Hoping that this don't turn into a fatal attraction
She screamin' "Fabolous give me one more chance
Fabolous give me one more chance "

I'm thinking about the one night we just spent together
(I mean, when was this ma?)
That I'd cherish the love I thought would last forever
(I never said that, I never said forever)

Call me
(Na, I don't do this you already knew this, Ma we been through this)
(Na, I can't do that once I done blew that
Ma we been through that)

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You Don'T Know Me - Lyrics - T.I.

Title: You Don'T Know Me
Artist: T.I.
Composer(s): Clifford Joseph Harris, Aldrin Davis

Lyric:
I'ma tell y'all sucka niggaz somethin'
First of all nigga, look'a here dawg

You mighta seen me in the streets but nigga, you don't know me
When you holla when you speak, remember you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the poppin', nigga you don't know me
Quit tellin' niggaz you my partna, nigga you don't know me

Don't be a groupie, keep it movin', nigga you don't know me
Hey I ain't trippin' pimp, the truth is really, you don't know me
Yeah, you know they call me T.I., but you don't know me
You be hatin' and I see why, 'cause you don't know me

I think it's time I made a song for niggaz who don't know me
I graduated out the streets, I'ma real O.G
I been trappin', shootin' pistols since I stood four feet
So all you niggaz actin' bad, you gon' have to show me

You gon' make me bring this Chevy to a real slow creep
My niggaz hangin' out the window, mouth fulla gold teeth
When the guns start poppin' wonder when it's gone cease
Choppa hit you in the side and create a slow leak

We can end the speculation 'cause today we gone see
What's the future of a pussy nigga hatin' on me
I give a fuck about the FED's investigation on me
I don't care that they at my shows and they waitin' on me

I'ma keep on flossin', poppin' long as Toomp is on the beat
Tell police's I ain't stoppin', I'ma keep it in the streets
Contrary to yo beliefs, I'm as real as you can be
Fuck yo thoughts and yo feelings, nigga you don't know me

You mighta seen me in the streets but nigga, you don't know me
When you holla when you speak, remember you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the poppin', nigga you don't know me
Quit tellin' niggaz you my partna, nigga you don't know me

Don't be a groupie, keep it movin', nigga you don't know me
Hey I ain't trippin' pimp, the truth is really, you don't know me
Yeah, you know they call me T.I., but you don't know me
You be hatin' and I see why, 'cause you don't know me

Ay, once again let me remind you nigga, you don't know me
So don't be walkin' up and askin' whus tha deal on a key
I don't know if you wearin' wires, you could be the police
If I was slangin' blow you couldn't get a O.Z

See me and the P.$.C. fallin' through at a show deep
Police holdin' up the door, 'cause they know we tote heat
I just wanna ride wit C, blow dro' in the Fleet
Or with [unverified], 'bout a dozen different bitches in a week

I just wanna chill with Kuntry and his daddy Freddie G
Ballin' out at anytime, at any store we spend a G
Wanna ball in the Bahamas, courtesy of K.T
MacBoney gotta mill, as well as Dolla D.P

A.K. house on the hill right next to J. Get
Every week meet there for lunch, restaurant and eat free
Get Inda paid, lil' Greg and B
That's the only shot we got at gettin' Cap back on the streets

You mighta seen me in the streets but nigga, you don't know me
When you holla when you speak, remember you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the poppin', nigga you don't know me
Quit tellin' niggaz you my partna, nigga you don't know me

Don't be a groupie, keep it movin', nigga you don't know me
Hey I ain't trippin' pimp, the truth is really, you don't know me
Yeah, you know they call me T.I., but you don't know me
You be hatin' and I see why, 'cause you don't know me

You see a nigga hatin' on a G, ask 'em what it's gon be
Whachu lookin' at? Pussy nigga, you don't know me
At the club or in the streets, or wherever we should meet
It's choppas choppin', pistols poppin', nigga you don't know me

You see a nigga hatin' on a G, ask 'em what it's gon be
Whachu lookin' at? Pussy nigga, you don't know me
At the club or in the streets, or wherever we should meet
It's choppas choppin', pistols poppin', nigga you don't know me

You mighta seen me in the streets but nigga, you don't know me
When you holla when you speak, remember you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the poppin', nigga you don't know me
Quit tellin' niggaz you my partna, nigga you don't know me

Don't be a groupie, keep it movin', nigga you don't know me
Hey I ain't trippin' pimp, the truth is really, you don't know me
Yeah, you know they call me T.I., but you don't know me
You be hatin' and I see why, 'cause you don't know me

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Ci &Amp; Jojo - Get Back - Lyrics - X - K

Title: Ci &Amp; Jojo - Get Back
Album: X
Artist: K
Composer(s): Richard Cedric Hailey, Joel Hailey, Donald Degrate

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Lyric:
Well, well, well, well
Well, well, well, well
Oh yeah, gave you, yeah
Oh, listen listen baby, baby

I gave you my cellie two nights ago
I was waiting on you to let me know
If we could get down, slow freak tightness
I must confess you smell better than the rest

Yes you do, yes you do
I wanna get close to you, mostly too
I wanna be your happiness, your soft caress
Girl, I'm ready, call me

Get back and let me get that
Telephone lookin' at me
So get back and let me get that
I ain't up to bein' lonely

Get back and let me get that
It's you I want, I want you only
So get back and let me get that
Come on baby, wait for me

Oh yeah, where are you baby
This loneliness is doin' me so crazy
I've been pacin' the floor
Right now I don't know

If you're uptight, slow it down
And grab the phone to call me, yeah, you know
Let's do what we're suppose to do, baby
Two creative people makin' love
Call me when you're ready to come to school

Get back and let me get that
Telephone lookin' at me
So get back and let me get that
I ain't up to bein' lonely

Get back and let me get that
It's you I want, I want you only
So get back and let me get that
Come on baby, wait for me

Ooh get back, get back
Come on, let me get a piece of you honey
Come on, come on, let me get a piece of your lovin'
Here's my number, call me tonight
Talk to me baby, oh yeah, call me when you need somebody

Get back and let me get that
Telephone lookin' at me
So get back and let me get that
I ain't up to bein' lonely

Get back and let me get that
It's you I want, I want you only
So get back and let me get that
Come on baby, wait for me

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Call On Me - Lyrics - Dakota Moon

Title: Call On Me
Artist: Dakota Moon
Composer(s): Warryn Campbell, Andrew Logan, Mike More

Lyric:
There's gonna be days like this
When it seems like you're never gonna get your wish
There's gonna be nights
When you can't sleep, can't sleep at all, yeah

There's gonna be people trying to bring you down
When you try to ease the pressure but you don't know how
There's gonna be times
When you think the sky is gonna fall, fall

Just when you feel like you're out on your own
Just look over your shoulder, you're not alone

When you're in need just call on me
I'll be your strength anytime you're weak
You'll be alright, just wait and see
I'll be your shelter, just call on me, yeah

There's gonna be rain when you least expect
There's gonna be times when you wonder what's gonna happen next
There's gonna be problem after problem that you can't solve
Can't solve at all, yeah

Just when you feel like you can never win
Well, don't give up and I won't give in, yeah

When you're in need just call on me
I'll be your strength anytime you're weak
You'll be alright, just wait and see
I'll be your shelter, just call on me

Just when you feel like you're out on your own
Just look over your shoulder, honey, you're not alone

When you're in need just call on me
I'll be your strength anytime you're weak
You'll be alright, just wait and see
I'll be your shelter, just call

Call on me when you're in need
Call on me whenever you're weak
Call on me, baby you'll see
Call on me, call on me

Call on me when you're in need
Call on me whenever you're weak
Call on me, baby you'll see
Call on me, call on me

Call on me when you're in need
Call on me whenever you're weak
Call on me, baby you'll see
Call on me

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Lapdance - Lyrics - In Search of... - N.E.R.D. (The Neptunes)

Title: Lapdance
Album: In Search of...
Artist: N.E.R.D. (The Neptunes)
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams, Gene Thornton

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Lyric:
Dirty dog, I'm, I'm a dirty dog
I'm a dirty dog
I'm, I'm a dirty dog, dirty dog
I'm a dirty dog, dirty dog

I'm an outlaw
(I'm an outlaw)
Quick on the draw
(Quick on the draw)
Somethin' you've never seen before
(Never seen)
An' I dare a motherfucker to come in my face

I got somethin' chrome
(I got somethin' chrome)
An' I got it from home
(I got it from home)
An' it ain't a microphone
(It ain't a mic)
An' I dare a motherfucker to come in my face

It's so real, how I feel
'Cause this society, that makes a nigga wanna kill
I'm just straight ill, ridin' my motorcycle down the streets
While politicians is soundin' like strippers to me
They sayin' but I don't wanna hear it

Ooh baby, you want me?
Ooh baby, you want me?
Ooh baby, you want me?
Well you can get this lapdance here for free

Well you can get this lapdance here for free
Well you can get this lapdance here for free
Ooh baby, you want me?
Well you can get this lapdance here for free

It's a raw night
(It's a raw night)
Who wants to bar fight?
(Who wants to bar fight?)
Well, come on, alright
(Y'all come on)
An' I dare a motherfucker to come in my face

Baseball bats
(Baseball bats)
I got somethin' for that
(I got somethin' for that)
It goes, ?Bla ka ka kat?
(You know what that is)
So I dare a motherfucker to come in my face

It's so real, how I feel
'Cause this society, that makes a nigga wanna kill
I'm just straight ill, ridin' my motorcycle down the streets
While the government is soundin' like strippers to me
They keep sayin' but I don't wanna hear it

Ooh baby, you want me?
Ooh baby, you want me?
Ooh baby, you want me?
Well you can get this lapdance here for free

Well you can get this lapdance here for free
Well you can get this lapdance here for free
Ooh baby, you want me?
Well you can get this lapdance here for free

When you think of Harvey, think of a Harley
Blue denim, spiked wrists an' gone be
Slap-screws an' tattoos that's all me
Two blondes, both arms feelin' like Fonzie

You can find me drunk, whippin' it might crash
Or find me chillin' with crackers who like thrash
Find me in court, smokin' that nice grass
Burnin' the flag, all in the name of white trash

It's Harvey, baby
Christ on the arm, I'm gnarly, baby
Fuck with me? Not hardly, baby
An' you know the flow ungodly, baby
So let's party, baby

Chicks nickname me 'Powder', they get high off my dick
I take 'em to my home, they call it 'The Cockpit'
Time for take off, they panties they drop quick
Now that's first class fuckin', ain't that some fly shit?

Ooh baby, you want me?
Ooh baby, you want me?
Ooh baby, you want me?
Well you can get this lapdance here for free

Well you can get this lapdance here for free
Well you can get this lapdance here for free
Ooh baby, you want me?
Well you can get this lapdance here for free

Well you can get this lapdance here for free
Well you can get this lapdance here for free
(They keep sayin' but I don't wanna hear it)

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Blood Is Thicker - Lyrics - Double Up - Mase

Title: Blood Is Thicker
Album: Double Up
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Adam Duggin, Mason Betha

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Lyric:
What, what? For my family, nigga
This for my family, nigga, H-World in here, yeah
All Out in here, Bad Boy in here, yeah
Some nigga's don't never learn, don't never learn

You know we used to see eye to eye, now, it's just hi and goodbye
You gon' go against the fam', damn, why you wanna die?
I know where you reside, right there on the East Side
Street wise, I don't just roll alone, we ride

Loon all, smoked up, Meeno wanna rob you
J might feel you, Hud wanna kill you
Mase wanna let it slide, Stase wanna get you high
And walk you in that wrong building

Now, you at the wrong place and it's at the wrong time
You got a long face 'cause now you see this long nine
But whatchu lookin' scared for, nigga?
You only in some things, you ain't prepared for

It ain't that you not my man but Mase my man more
And family is the only thing I stand for
Blinky Blink, yo, I know a lotta nigga's tell you this, dog
But I would die for you nigga

Blood is thicker than all this here
Don't be worryin' 'bout the cars, the clothes
The money or these hoes
Blood is thicker than all this here
'Cause anything you love in life
You can't take it when you go

Blood is thicker than all this here
Don't be worryin' 'bout the cars, the clothes
The money or these hoes
You know blood is thicker than all this here
You heard me, blood is thicker than all this
Blood is thicker than all this, blood is thicker than all this

I'll be whatever you call this
I'm Cash Money like them Hot Boys in New Orleans
That thin vest you got on, slugs'll go through all this
And burn you, so when you see me salute and fall in

I'm real and only the real would understand me
Got love for my nigga's that's why the chicken's can't stand me
Wasn't for your mami, I woulda got the Grammy
But that's what nigga's get goin' against they family

Know a boy dealin' with Stase, get dealt with manly
Whatchu think the cops could do? Come and can me
Bell was Plan A, nigga's go wit Plan B and end no where
Cuda Love or Cardan, bein' what about Dre

That's my nigga, goin' against Stase I clap my nigga
When money involved it get solved with automatics
You don't mess wit' me
You mess wit' Hud and there you have it

Blood is thicker than all this here
Don't be worryin' 'bout the cars, the clothes
The money or these hoes
Blood is thicker than all this here
'Cause anything you love in life
You can't take it when you go

Blood is thicker than all this here
Don't be worryin' 'bout the cars, the clothes
The money or these hoes
Blood is thicker than all this here
You heard me, blood is thicker than all this
Blood is thicker than all this, blood is thicker than all this

And truthfully, a nigga can't do nuthin' to me
On the real you know my nigga B.I.G. used to school me
Said never do a show for less than a QT
If a nigga get to you, he gon' get through me

And if a mugger move wrong, I put one in his coffee
If a nigga shoot at you, you know he gotta shoot at me
More then less, my mother used to warn me for the best
Said Mase, nigga's gon' love you, nigga, long as you fresh

Long as you hot, long as you cop
Long as you not that nigga who be doin', never come through the block
But think about it now Mase, who wouldn't love you a lot?
You take nigga's around the world with girls suckin' they cock

But just because a nigga ride witchu, fly witchu, high witchu
That don't mean when bullets come, he gon' die witchu
It be them niggas you be knowin' that long
You be killed, run up the block with your new Rolley on

Don't be quick to flip a nigga brick and spend what's on
'Cause if they recognize you stole them pots, bring the war
Now you, could skate now or stick around
But don't be afraid to call the name when this all go down

You feelin' me now? 'Cause if I'm showin' you something
That you never seen then you gon' shake when you see
This dusty M-16 come off the shelf
I know we kill for what but what they brought

Nigga we came to kill you, got the gun put in sto'
And what about the block nigga's, can't get nuthin' in his coat
'Cause them the same nigga's we took 'em on, they wanted to smoke
So leave them niggas there

Blood is thicker than all this here
Don't be worryin' 'bout the cars, the clothes
The money or these hoes
Blood is thicker than all this here
'Cause anything you love in life
You can't take it when you go

Blood is thicker than all this here
Don't be worryin' 'bout the cars, the clothes
The money or these hoes
Blood is thicker than all this here
You heard me, blood is thicker than all this
Blood is thicker than all this, blood is thicker than all this
(I'm a Harlem World nigga)

Fuck Harlem World
I'm a BK nigga, fuck BK, I'm a BX nigga, fuck BX
I'm a QB nigga, fuck QB, I'm a Long Island nigga, fuck Long Island
I'm a Jersey nigga, fuck Jersey

I'm a Down South nigga, fuck Down South
I'm a up North nigga, fuck up North
I'm a West Coast nigga, fuck the West Coast, yo
I'm a East Coast nigga, fuck East Coast
I'm a Midwest nigga, fuck the Midwest
I'm a A-T-L nigga, fuck A-T-L

Where all my Bad Boy niggas? Fuck Bad Boy
Where all my Ruff Ryder niggas? Fuck Ruff Ryder
Where all my Suave House nigga? Fuck Suave House
Where all my Cash Money nigga? Fuck Cash Money

Where all my Harlem World niggas at? Fuck Harlem World
Where all my Tennessee niggas at? Fuck Tennessee
Where all my Chi-town niggas at? Fuck Chi-town
Where all my St. Louis niggas at? Fuck St. Louis

Where all my B'more niggas at? Fuck B'more
Where all my Philly Philly niggas at? Fuck Philly, yo
Where all my VA niggas at? Fuck VA
Where all my North Cackie niggas at? Fuck North Cack

Where all my South Cackie niggas at? Fuck South Cack
Where all my L.A. niggas at? Fuck L.A., yo
Where all my Texas niggas at? Fuck Texas, yo
Where all my Detroit niggas at? Fuck Detroit
Where all my Miami niggas at? Fuck Miami
Where all my Little Rock niggas at? Fuck Little Rock, yo

Now, I ain't gon' be screamin' all these nigga's names
Man, I'm outta here

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Hey Little Lady - Lyrics - B2K - B2k

Title: Hey Little Lady
Album: B2K
Artist: B2k
Composer(s): Jerome Jones, Kelton Kessee, Tony Oliver, Marques Houston

Lyric:
Ha haa uh
Hmm mmm
Y'all gon feel this one this one to my ladies
Uh here we go y'all
(Hey little Lady please tell me yo name)
Yeah, wassup girl, how u feelin' oh me, I'm alright
See, I been watching you for a while now
I feel like we should take it to the next level

See you over there with ya girls chillin', caught my attention
I was hangin' with my fellas
That's when I wanted to approach you get to know you
Baby can I get cha number, catch a readin'
G-String on yo hip
Lookin' sexy wit' cha belly ring
So, I walked over
Stepped to you
Played it cool and asked
"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Hey little lady, please tell me ya name
Hey little lady do you have a boyfriend?
Hey little lady can I get to know you
Can I call you on ya cellphone
Can you be my girlfriend?

Hey little lady, please tell me ya name
Hey little lady do you have a boyfriend?
Hey little lady can I get to know you
Can I call you on ya cellphone
Can you be my girlfriend?

Hey lady, so nice to meet you
Tell me something about you
Is ya mom's cool?
Will she let me go with you
And maybe take you to the movies, baby
Let me pop the question
Can we get freaky?
Teach you a lesson
If you like me we can get nasty, have ya way with me
But first can you be my girl friend?

Hey little lady, please tell me ya name
Hey little lady do you have a boyfriend?
Hey little lady can I get to know you
Can I call you on ya cellphone
Can you be my girlfriend?

Hey little lady, please tell me ya name
Hey little lady do you have a boyfriend?
Hey little lady can I get to know you
Can I call you on ya cellphone
Can you be my girlfriend?

Huh, whhaat, B2K y'all
Girlfriend
Y'all gon feel this one, come on whhaat
Girlfriend
What platinum status on the track come on
Girlfriend
Yo bring in the track Chris

It be me F.I. double ZZ, sittin' on many the same age as me
One friendly dude wit all the girlies
When u walked by I was like, "Who is she?"
Rolled by you looked so fly, that's when you caught my eye
Hey little lady how you?
Can I get ta know you? Hope you don't mind me spittin' at you
You look cute chillin' wit yo crew
What's yo name, can I holla at you?
So sexy wit yo g-string on
All I wanna know is can we get our freak on?
Hit me on the celly when yo mom's ain't home
Me and you boyfriend girlfriend, it's on

Hey little lady, please tell me ya name
Hey little lady do you have a boyfriend?
Hey little lady can I get to know you
Can I call you on ya cellphone
Can you be my girlfriend?

Hey little lady, please tell me ya name
Hey little lady do you have a boyfriend?
Hey little lady can I get to know you
Can I call you on ya cellphone
Can you be my girlfriend?

Hey little lady, please tell me ya name
Hey little lady do you have a boyfriend?
Hey little lady can I get to know you
Can I call you on ya cellphone
Can you be my girlfriend?

Hey little lady, please tell me ya name
Hey little lady do you have a boyfriend?
Hey little lady can I get to know you
Can I call you on ya cellphone
Can you be my girlfriend?

Doo doo, doop do-do-do
Doop do-do-do, doop do-do-do
Doo doo, doop do-do-do
Doop do-do-do, doop do-do-do
Uh uh uh uh uh
Hey little lady hey
Hey little lady hey

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This Is For My People - Lyrics - Funeral - Missy Elliott

Title: This Is For My People
Album: Funeral
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Melissa Elliott, Tim Mosley, Eve Jeffers, Nisan Stewart, Craig Brockman, D Nolan

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Lyric:
Uh, yo
This is for my motherfucking club heads, you feel me?

People, gangsters, and pimps and people
Smokin' that lethal reefer up in the club with speakers
I had some base and tweeters DJ is jockin' needle
Sweat till I catch a fever call me the illest diva

Yo I'm on fire, people go head and drink up
Get in the club get fucked up, see me you got get lucked up
Someone to touch your rubber
Show me some love, strip off your clothes, and take off your socks

The party's jumpin', I see something fine
Boy I wanna kiss you, but I'm just too shy
Let me dance with you, let me wear you out
Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out

The music's bangin', way down in my soul
When you dance behind me, I lose all control
Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist
When the music comes on, you take my breath away

This is 4 my people, my party people
This is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

This is 4 my people, my party people
This is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

I'm at the bar now, and I'm buying drinks
And I got this feeling, and it's all over me
I wanna dance with you, and lick your face
Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy

The vibe is right now, and I'm 'bout to score
Mr. DJ can you, play this joint once more
'Cuz I see the man I want, I want him right away
I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down, get on down

This is 4 my people, my party people
This is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

Freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back
Baby you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle on the track skip that, flip that, bring the beat back

Oh freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back
Baby you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle on the track, skip that, flip that, bring the beat back

Uno dos tres
Uno dos tres
Uno dos tres
Uno dos tres

Can't stand when a nigga fuckin' up my plans
All night liquored up while I'm tryin' to dance
Drunk, and his breath stink, freaky with his hands
Cocky with his mouth please like he got a fan

Can't stand when a bitch all in my side
I don't even know her and she all up in my light
Givin' me the side eye like she wanna fight
Philly known for boxing bitch better get it right

Can't stand when a DJ fuckin' up the song
Know I'm tryin' to shake my ass all night long
Cuttin' up the same shit all night long
High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown

Can't stand when it ain't jumpin' like I want
Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt
I don't give a fuck he ain't gon' take away my fun
See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run, uh

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, going down

This is 4 my people, my party people
This is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, going down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down

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4 My People (Basement Jaxx Remix) - Lyrics - Missy Elliott

Title: 4 My People (Basement Jaxx Remix)
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Melissa Elliott, Tim Mosley, Eve Jeffers, Nisan Stewart, Craig Brockman, D Nolan

Lyric:
Yo, this is for my motherfucking club heads
You feel me? Yeah

People, gangstas and pimps
And people smokin' that deeper reefer
Up in the club with speaker, I had some base and tweeters
DJ is jockin' needle, sweat 'til I catch a fever
Call me, 'The Illest Diva', yo, I'm on fire

People, go head and drink up
Get in the club, get fucked up
See me, you got get lucked up
Someone to touch your rubber

Show me some love, strip off your clothes
And take off your socks

The party's jumpin', I see something fine
Boy, I wanna kiss you but I'm just too shy
Let me dance with you, let me wear you out
Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out

The music's bangin' way down in my soul
When you dance behind me, I lose all control
Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist
When the music come on, you take my breath away

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

I'm at the bar now and I'm buying drinks
And I got this feeling and it's all over me
I wanna dance with you and lick your face
Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy

The vibe is right now and I'm 'bout to score
Mr. DJ, can you play this joint once more?
'Cause I see the man I want, I want him right away
I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down, get on down

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

Freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back
Baby, you the mack and you know that
Put the needle on the track
Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back

Oh, freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back
Baby, you the mack and you know that
Put the needle on the track
Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back

Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres
Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres
Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres
Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres

Can't stand when a nigga fuckin' up my plans
All night liquored up while I'm trynna dance
Drunk and his breath stink, freaky with his hands
Cocky with his mouth, please like he got a fan

Can't stand when a bitch all in my side
I don't even know her and she all up in my light
Givin' me the side eye like she wanna fight
Philly known for boxing, bitch, better get it right

Can't stand when a DJ fuckin' up the song
Know I'm tryin' to shake my ass all night long
Cuttin' up the same shit all night long
High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown

Can't stand when it ain't jumpin' like I want
Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt
I don't give a fuck, he ain't gon' take away my fun
See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down, down

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

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4 My People - Lyrics - Miss E ...So Addictive - Missy Elliott

Title: 4 My People
Album: Miss E ...So Addictive
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Melissa Elliott, Tim Mosley, Eve Jeffers, Nisan Stewart, Craig Brockman, D Nolan

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Lyric:
Yo, this is for my motherfucking club heads
You feel me? Yeah

People, gangstas and pimps
And people smokin' that deeper reefer
Up in the club with speaker, I had some base and tweeters
DJ is jockin' needle, sweat 'til I catch a fever
Call me, 'The Illest Diva', yo, I'm on fire

People, go head and drink up
Get in the club, get fucked up
See me, you got get lucked up
Someone to touch your rubber

Show me some love, strip off your clothes
And take off your socks

The party's jumpin', I see something fine
Boy, I wanna kiss you but I'm just too shy
Let me dance with you, let me wear you out
Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out

The music's bangin' way down in my soul
When you dance behind me, I lose all control
Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist
When the music come on, you take my breath away

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

I'm at the bar now and I'm buying drinks
And I got this feeling and it's all over me
I wanna dance with you and lick your face
Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy

The vibe is right now and I'm 'bout to score
Mr. DJ, can you play this joint once more?
'Cause I see the man I want, I want him right away
I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down, get on down

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

Freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back
Baby, you the mack and you know that
Put the needle on the track
Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back

Oh, freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back
Baby, you the mack and you know that
Put the needle on the track
Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back

Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres
Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres
Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres
Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres

Can't stand when a nigga fuckin' up my plans
All night liquored up while I'm trynna dance
Drunk and his breath stink, freaky with his hands
Cocky with his mouth, please like he got a fan

Can't stand when a bitch all in my side
I don't even know her and she all up in my light
Givin' me the side eye like she wanna fight
Philly known for boxing, bitch, better get it right

Can't stand when a DJ fuckin' up the song
Know I'm tryin' to shake my ass all night long
Cuttin' up the same shit all night long
High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown

Can't stand when it ain't jumpin' like I want
Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt
I don't give a fuck, he ain't gon' take away my fun
See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down, down

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

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Dep - Let'S Get It (Remix) - Lyrics - G

Title: Dep - Let'S Get It (Remix)
Artist: G
Composer(s): Trevell Coleman, Jeremy Graham, Robert Ross, Al Green, Mabon Lewis Hodges

Lyric:
Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do
When you ready, shit I was born ready
And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti

Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture
If I said I get cha, wearing it I'll fit ya, y'all thirteen inches
I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit' ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace

Shoot the video motherfuck city permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty
Put it in the video, ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go

Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
Till my whole wardrobe is-it listen

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal
Front butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook
With the game and the soldiers sit
When I came, the game that I owed you one

Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinking
Watch the task force task for look Marlboro
It's a big chance, big pants
Might guard him with my man's a type barber

Better learn quick, 'cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, then who are you
For we take off make sure that your seated
Billboard read it believe it

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when they older
I put cracks by the stroller, registered voter, motherfucker quota
Give some baking soda and a quota
Man I flow straight up out the water

I'm break this game till it say out of order
Who's the high scorer, then tear the floor up
On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus
Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks cooler

All the five quarters, headline supporters
Hitting wives and daughters
Brought a neck spray from Esate Lauders
Call Puffy to order

Ayo, call me Diddy I run this city
Send the cops, the feds and D.A. to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me
Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty

Straight lose it, love two things my money my music
Might co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot nine exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did
Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no problem

Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
Get worldwide coverage, got so many spots
I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
Make moves major, hide out in Asia

If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her
I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators
Not guilty, plus I'm filthy, c'mon

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in their channel with the opposite handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, the proceed to dismantle

Can't say Rob, how many niggas done tried to play mob
Quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing

Act like you gonna pull that thing, thing
You the only one who gets played for bling, bling
I represent eight blocks and sing-sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens

Moves for paper, moves no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser
Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it
(We ain't do it)
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

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