Cash Over - Lyrics - War & Peace Vol. 1: The War Disc - Ice Cube

Title: Cash Over
Album: War & Peace Vol. 1: The War Disc
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Lionel, Jr. Hunt, Ryan Garner, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Whassup Cube dog?
I got this bitch ass nigga right here
Y'know, fuckin' with this tramp ass bitch
Puttin' her before the scrill' all the time, ya knowhatI'msayin?

Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every mother fuckin' thang
Tellin' this bitch all my mother fuckin' business
Puttin ass over cash everyday
Nigga fuck that, this Westside

Be gone you fuckin' peon, got the Don furious
Talkin' on the phone got the Federal curious
I'm serious! I don't give a fuck where he is
Snatch him out the factory, bring his ass back to me
How the fuck you think I got the name Bossalini?
(Punk)

Mack God Rap Genie, you can't see me
Up in this game ever since you was a lame
Y'all train at my school, nigga I rule
You never make me holla, smokin' on a fifteen dollar
From across the water, watch your daughter

She might catch the Holy Ghost from this rap sermon
While you vermin', smokin' Sherman
I'm rollin' somethin' German
(Bitch)

Money earnin' makin' mo' money
(Ching ching)
Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummy
Don't need no honey, that's right
'Cause I'm thinkin' with my big head, fuck what my dick said

We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know that you love us)

We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know that you love us)

Now who's that nigga got these bitches lookin' silly?
(Me)
I'm the Big Willie for rilly, the real dilly
You can ask Phillie 'cause I got a year's supply
(Yup)

You must want to die, don't get the lye
After dark up at Griffith Park
Shallow grave for the mark check his heart
The game about to start big thangs automatic Pu Tang
(Automatic)

Keep your mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches
If it twitches give it stitches
If it jiggles or switches, fuck and take pictures, now
I'm livin' in a two-point zone, and I'm still bumpin'
Call me in the clutch, ain't lost my touch

Nigga what? On the microphone
If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can drive it home
Tight as a Corleone
(Tight)
You got to get your own, baby get on, now

We puttin' cash over ass, each and every motherfuckin' day
Go on let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know that you love us)

We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know that you love us)

Get your ass up and go to work, 'cause you know
On payday, nigga that shit gon' hurt
Fuckin' with a skirt instead of handlin' your bizness
Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes

I'm suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin' fuck over finance
'Specially fuckin' up my plans
I'm the boss, I can be late
But you'll never see her and me, over currency

Givin' you the third degree, 'cause you got
Too many broke bitches and you like bankin' for a penny
Stop fuckin' on them dum dums
Find one with some ass and some income

Who wanna win? Who wanna spin?
Who wanna make, twenty-five eight?
(Me)
Ice Cube the great pushin' rhymes like weight

We puttin' cash over ass, each and every goddamn day
Go on let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know that you love us)
(Fuck)

We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day
Go ahead let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know that you love us)

We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know, I know that you love us)

We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know that you love us)

Never put that hoe, in front of that dough nigga
For what?
(Never fuck a bitch nigga)
For what? She ain't gon' love you
If you ain't got no dough fool
(Bitch fuckin' with me got to be workin')
(Gettin' paid yaknahmsayin?)
Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y'all
(Never ass over cash nigga)
Scrilla scrilla y'all
(We greedy)

Cha ching
(She can get some CD's, push some keys)
Cha ching
(Ha ha ha, make the bitches shake they titties)
Cha ching, cha ching
(Over my knee)
Cha-ching, cha-ching
(Never ass over cash)
Never ass over cash

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Hot Boys &Amp; Girls - Lyrics - Master P

Title: Hot Boys &Amp; Girls
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): David Garcia, Percy Miller, Vyshonn King Miller, Michael Tyler, Mia Young

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Lyric:
Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

Nigga, I?m the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beer
M Y S T I-kal it?s the man right chea
I ain?t the ?90 through the ?94 Buffallo Bills
I ain?t Dennis Rodman?s hair and I ain?t Holyfield?s ear
I ain?t that damn man you see standin? at the Apollo
I ain?t that 298 dollar 60 cent check from McDonald?s
Bitch I?m the line through the T and the dot on the I
I?m the motherfuckin? crocodile tears when you cry

I?m the lightning in bad weather
I?m that nigga in that picture on your girlfriend dresser
I ain?t no ho, I ain?t no punk, I ain?t no bitch, I ain?t no fag
I ain?t no sucker, I ain?t no trick, I ain?t no snitch, I ain?t no rat
I?m that 20,000 dollar a pop every stop when I?m tourin?
I?m that fire, on that last verse of Make ?em say uhh
I ain?t that same ol? same ordinary, everyday rapper
Bitch, I killed Kenny, so I guess I?m that bastard

Where the hot boys at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there
Where the hot girls at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there

Where the hot boys at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there
Where the hot girls at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

I?m the bitch that say bring it on if you want to
From the city where we known, baby, for what we goin' do
I?m the lady alligator who?s the calm in that water
I?m the migrane in your head bumping harder and harder
I?m the floss hard hoe nigga that cocks the squat
Dead smack on your face like that infrared dot
I?m the index finger on the trigger, don?t move
Woops, saw you blink your eyes now you goin' make the news

If I catch you in the club and you start to trippin'
I?m the fifty brass knuckles that?s goin' hit your chin
All the snitchers sitting down with the feds to yap
I?m the loud hard, on the rat trap
I?m the drama in your heart when your people get killed
I?m the feeling in your stomach when you get your last meal
I?m the hardcore undisputed hip-hop diva
I?m the lady on report card day, I?m Mama Mia

Where the real niggas at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there

Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
Where they at, where they at

I?m the past that always seems to come back and haunt ya
I?m the four five carrier, mister grenade launcher
I?m the nigga with the gun, that reacts where the dollar at
I?m the nigga with the six hundred everybody?s tryin' to holler at
I be the bookie that you pay niggas to keep off your ass

I be the reason why you didn?t pass, the reason why you cut class
I be the reason why they buried ya, and carried ya
I be the nigga that put the wood in your fiancée
The reason why she didn?t marry ya
I be the nigga that trying to keep 'round, and hang around your sister
I be the nigga they call Silkk 'The Shocker', you might call me mister

Now I got a drop top, I?m a ghetto wise guy
Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by
Case over like the last don, like all the cash gone
Answer wrong, 'coz I?m the little brother of the last don
[Incomprehensible] can?t mix, flip shit, loose licks ain?t shift
Plus I gotta pair of seamans shoes, can I make fit, your a fake bitch
Keep my ice wrist, keep her tight bitch, between the trigger
Keep a tight grip, infared on my shit so I don?t miss
Now I?m that razor that cuts the dope, it ain?t nothin but a 504
Member the one they call Vito, yeah, that?s me
(You know)

Where the hot boys at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there

Where the hot girls at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there

I?m the enemy behind, so watch your back
When the live brown hit the chamber, I?m the click clack
When you run, I?m the danger, I?m the smack and the pimp slap
I?m the shit that bubble up when you cook that crack
The nigga that fucked up the party when I pull my strap
The nigga that fucked all the hoes I?ll be trying to mack
I was scarface, sniffing with his nose in coke
The nigga that taught your little brother how to cook that dope
The first nigga on the block that make your momma deep throat
I?m the hustlin' ass nigga with the watches and the cold

Where the real niggas at
Where they at, where they at
Where the real bitches at
Where they at, where they at

Where the hot boys at
Where they at, where they at
Where the hot girls at
Where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at

Where the hot boys at
Where the hot girls at

I?m the balls on your cell, I?m the fire down in hell
I?m the ice cream bells, I?m the gas you pump at shell
Nigga, I?m the wheels on the tank
I?m the million dollars that you want from the bank
I?m a diamond on a ring, I?m your brains when you think
I?m your bartender when you drink, I?m OJ without the shank
Nigga, I?m the M in fuckin' mob
(Mob)
I?m the clothes that you wear when you wanna jump shob
I?m the super in dome, I?m the C in chrome

I?m the hurricane that knock down your motherfucking home
I?m the K in killer, I?m the D in drug dealer
I?m the G in gangsta nigga, I?m the realest nigga
That you ever wanna meet when you walking on the street
I?m the gold on your teeth, I?m the Nike?s on your feet
I?m the nigga that moan when he rap
I?m the nigga that ran through your fucking hood and bust caps
I?m the nigga with these rhymes, I?m the last don
And I?m a end this motherfucker 'coz it ain?t no more time

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All Over Again - Lyrics - The Essential Johnny Cash - Johnny Cash

Title: All Over Again
Album: The Essential Johnny Cash
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): Johnny R. Cash

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Lyric:
Every time I look at you I fall in love
All over again
Every time I think of you it all begins
All over again

One little dream at night and I can dream all day
It only takes a memory to thrill me
One little kiss from you and I just fly away
Pour me out your love until you fill me

I wanna fall in love beginning from the start
All over again
Show me how you stole away my heart
All over again

One little dream at night and I can dream all day
It only takes a memory to thrill me
One little kiss from you and I just fly away
Pour me out your love until you fill me

I wanna fall in love beginning from the start
All over again
Show me how you stole away my heart
All over again

All over again, all over again
All over again, all over again

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Gina Called - Lyrics - The Lost Masters - Kool Keith

Title: Gina Called
Album: The Lost Masters
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Tina called, she naked over here
Angie called, she naked over here
Monica called, she naked over here
Evelyn called, she naked over here

Terry called, she naked over here
Tina called, she naked over here
Barbara called, she naked over here
Cindy called, she naked over here
Everybody called, they naked over here

Rated X, standin? naked behind yo' couch
S&S gear men, put the fruit in your lady's mouth
Pull the thong to the side, butt-licker, take it down south
She won't be mad if you rub her hair with a condom bag

1-900 sex talker, cops can't stop the window peeker
Sex stalker, black, Chinese, security have fire extinguisher
Baby, I'll hit yo' butt crack
Walk to the kitchen grab a Trojan pack, I'll be back

Double team, tag team
Your wife want me and Jack, dude
See dude, we come rude
Leave the room smellin? like seafood

Tina called, she naked over here
Angie called, she naked over here
Monica called, she naked over here
Evelyn called, she naked over here

Terry called, she naked over here
Tina called, she naked over here
Barbara called, she naked over here
Cindy called, she naked over here
Everybody called, they naked over here

Towels in bath and beyond
My aunt Jemimah pancake syrup is all gone
For the crushed cherry
I get off when your hotbox is super wet
Trimmed and a little hairier

No restaurants, stores are closed
Suffocate me like Nelly said take off ?All Yo? Clothes?
Under the hood mechanics
I check the engine when they sit on my nose

With the leather mask, I'm professional, starin? at thongs
Dark shades, I see through them dresses real fast
New outfits make you dance under my strobe light
And pay me cash

Girls with the Escalades, pullin? out them mall applications
Conceited with the perfect ass
30 miles, the camera's ready, put on your booty shorts
You need gas

Tina called, she naked over here
Angie called, she naked over here
Monica called, she naked over here
Evelyn called, she naked over here

Terry called, she naked over here
Tina called, she naked over here
Barbara called, she naked over here
Cindy called, she naked over here
Everybody called, they naked over here

Ladies in the mirror, starin? at the butt it's gettin? big
Trust I freak, hop in the rig
You sport the high heels with the red wig
Sexually, I bet you be chargin? up a dollar to holler

A dog stuck in the booty, your face mad Rudy
Mr. Goonie with looney
You know you get down with Reggie, it's our duty
I'll come down to sound

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It'S All Over - Lyrics - Personal File - Johnny Cash

Title: It'S All Over
Album: Personal File
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): John R Cash

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Lyric:
I was on my way to you and I was worried
I was all torn up and nervous 'cause I knew that you'd be gone
I knocked and crossed my fingers while I waited
And I couldn't hide the teardrops when I walked away alone

It's all over, it's all over, my heart echoed it's all over
Every minute that you cry for her is wasted don't you know
It's all over, it's all over, my heart echoed it's all over
Stop your cryin' turn around and let her go

I'd been runnin' 'round in circles like a baby
I was in a daze because I loved you so, I couldn't see
I was broken in a million little pieces
When I saw enough to realize, you didn't care for me

It's all over, it's all over, my heart echoed
Every minute that you cry for her is wasted don't you know
It's all over, it's all over, so forget her
Stop your cryin' turn around and let her go, let her go, boy, let her go

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S On My Chest - Lyrics - Lil' Wayne

Title: S On My Chest
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): D. Carter, Khaled Khaled, Daniel Johnson, B. Williams

Lyric:
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead

Reporting from kims kinda star
Holly, CO sem team kinda far
Ridin' through the city in a tonka toy
I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur

Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford
And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors
Yep, red thick women, eyes adore
I'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whore

Yep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys
Mafia bitch, even a cop's a boy
When you say you want beef then I got ya, boy
I'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy

See my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy
But with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy
We run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
Cash money, c-c-cash money
I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

Cash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy
If you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby
Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's
Buncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'

Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshine
Got to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9
Kiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines
Next nigga in line 17 on the grind

Shoe first, nigga not seein' mines
Big purses, million dollar headlines
5 drops, OG the last big time
Lord to the game, nigga till it's my time

Like father, like son, nigga this time
Junior got the fame and the game mastermind
200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash
Doin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

That be that cash money, c-c-cash money
Be that cash money, c-c-cash money
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead

Livin' is red, that's how we play it
A uptown senior be blood till I'm dead
That's what I said, I put some change in yah head
If you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread

50 shots from high, nigga, we won't stop
From puttin' candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots
Put the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and pops him
Put the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots

Bitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss
And bury me like my father on a cross
And carry 19, I shall over a cross
Shawty got that game on lock like a vault

Weezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt
Windows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your fault
I don't jump on the track, I pull forward
I got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to follow

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

That be that cash money, c-c-cash money
That be that cash money, c-c-cash money
I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

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S On My Chest - Lyrics - We the Best - Dj Khaled

Title: S On My Chest
Album: We the Best
Artist: Dj Khaled
Composer(s): D. Carter, Khaled Khaled, Daniel Johnson, B. Williams

Lyric:
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead

Reporting from kims kinda star
Holly, CO sem team kinda far
Ridin' through the city in a tonka toy
I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur

Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford
And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors
Yep, red thick women, eyes adore
I'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whore

Yep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys
Mafia bitch, even a cop's a boy
When you say you want beef then I got ya, boy
I'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy

See my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy
But with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy
We run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
Cash money, c-c-cash money
I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

Cash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy
If you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby
Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's
Buncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'

Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshine
Got to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9
Kiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines
Next nigga in line 17 on the grind

Shoe first, nigga not seein' mines
Big purses, million dollar headlines
5 drops, OG the last big time
Lord to the game, nigga till it's my time

Like father, like son, nigga this time
Junior got the fame and the game mastermind
200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash
Doin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

That be that cash money, c-c-cash money
Be that cash money, c-c-cash money
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead

Livin' is red, that's how we play it
A uptown senior be blood till I'm dead
That's what I said, I put some change in yah head
If you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread

50 shots from high, nigga, we won't stop
From puttin' candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots
Put the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and pops him
Put the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots

Bitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss
And bury me like my father on a cross
And carry 19, I shall over a cross
Shawty got that game on lock like a vault

Weezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt
Windows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your fault
I don't jump on the track, I pull forward
I got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to follow

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

That be that cash money, c-c-cash money
That be that cash money, c-c-cash money
I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

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Takin' Me Over - Lyrics - Fear Of Flying - Mya

Title: Takin' Me Over
Album: Fear Of Flying
Artist: Mya
Composer(s): Mya Harrison, Lisa Lopes, Robert Daniels, James Gass, Robin Thicke

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Lyric:
Mya, oh, Mya, Mya
Mya, will you please come out the bathroom?
Just put the brush down and walk away
Just say no, will you come on?

It's going down, I can feel it all around and I need it
It's taking me where I love to be
So come on, pack it in, fill the room now
Throw it up for the crew now
I close my eyes and touch the sky

See, I don't mind if people wanna look at me crazy
It don't even phase me
The feelin' is makin' me high, yeah

Don't wanna stop, my body needs it
Knockin' me right off of my feet
Makin' me so high, I can't deny
The feeling's taking me over
Over, over, over

Fellas, where ya game at, for the ladies that you aim at
Take a shot, show her what you got
So come on, what'cha say, you better move it
What'cha know, you better use it
Make a play before it slips away

I can't wait, the second that I finish my business
Can I get a witness?
There's no better feelin' than this

I don't wanna stop, my body needs it
Knockin' me right off of my feet
Makin' me so high, I can't deny
The feeling's takin' me over
Over, over, over


Now, why is it the club manager keeps sweatin' me?
Just 'cause I show up with a gang of about 23?
Pack beyond capacity, we all gettin' in free
It's straight to VIP, nothin' but hands grabbin' on me
I'm a star, so I start my tab at the bar
It's one of the benefits when everybody knows who you are
Like my car, valets salivate like it's a cookie jar
Just keep it up, front fellas, don't take it too far

It's been since October since the last time I was sober
Music's like a drug when it starts taking me over
I see Mya ain't fighting it, she's on the dance floor
But it's all good 'cause we splittin' the cash from the door
Well, fourteen bottles of Don P later
It's just me, Mya, the DJ and the waiter
I go outside for my ride and ended up like now or later
I ain't gonna cry, swallow my pride, hey you, valet, playa, haters

I don't wanna stop, my body needs it
Knockin' me right off of my feet
Makin' me so high, I can't deny
The feeling's takin' me over

I don't wanna stop, my body needs it
Knockin' me right off of my feet
Makin' me so high, I can't deny
The feeling's takin' me over
Over, over, over

Okay, people the party's over
Just return to your simple lives and forget

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Lie Detector - Lyrics - Fear Of Flying - Mya

Title: Lie Detector
Album: Fear Of Flying
Artist: Mya
Composer(s): Mya Harrison, Wyclef Jean, Jerry Duplessis

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Lyric:
Mya, oh Mya
Mya
Mya will you please come out the bathroom
Just put the brush down and walk away
Just say no
Will you come on

It's going down
I can feel it
All around and I need it
(Yeah)
It's taking me where I love to be
(Uh-huh, where I love to be)

So come on
Pack it in fill the room now
Throw it up for the crew now
I close my eyes and touch the sky

See I don't mind
If people wanna look at me crazy
(Crazy)
It don't even phase me
(Phase me)
The feeling is making me high, yeah

I don't wanna stop my body needs it
Knocking me right off of my feet
Making me so high, I can't deny
The feeling's taking me over, over over

Fellas where ya game at
For the ladies that you aim at
Take a shot
Show her what you got
(Show her what'cha got)

So come on what'cha say
You better move it
What'cha know you better use it
(Yeah)
Make a play before it slips away

I can't wait
The second that I finish my business
Can I get a witness
(Amen)
There's no better feeling than this

I don't wanna stop my body needs it
Knocking me right off of my feet
Making me so high, I can't deny
The feeling's taking me over, over over

Now somebody has some explaining to do
Now why is it the club manager keeps sweatin' me
Just 'cause I drove with a gang of about 23
Pack beyond capacity we all getting in free
It's straight to VIP nothing but hands grabbing on me

I'm a star so I start my tab at the bar
It's one of the benefits when everybody knows who you are
Like my car, valets salivate like it's a cookie jar
Just keep it up front fellas, don't take it too far

It's been since October, the last time I was sober
Music's like a drug when it starts taking me over
I see Mya ain't fighting it she's on the dance floor
But it's all good 'cause we splittin' the cash from the door

Well, fourteen bottles of Don P later
It's just me, Mya, the DJ, and the waiter
I go outside for my ride and ended up now or later
I ain't gonna cry, swallow my pride and said
Hey you, valet, playa, Haters

I don't wanna stop my body needs it
Knocking me right off of my feet
Making me so high, I can't deny
The feeling's taking me over

I don't wanna stop my body needs it
Knocking me right off of my feet
Making me so high, I can't deny
The feeling's taking me over, over over over

Okay people the party's over
Just return to your simple lives and forget
(Over over)

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We Takin Over (Remix) - Lyrics - Da Drought 3 - Lil' Wayne

Title: We Takin Over (Remix)
Album: Da Drought 3
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Joseph Cartagena, Dwayne Carter, Clifford Harris, Floyd Nathanial Hills, Khaled Khaled, William Leonard Roberts, Aliaune Thiam, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
DJ Khaled, Konvict Music
We the best, we takin' over, listen

I started in Atlanta then I spread out wit' it
South Carolina, Alabama, Mississippi
On to North Carolina, Philadelphia and Virginia
From down in Miami where it warm in the winter

On up to Minnesota where it storm in the winter
Jackson then Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn holla at me
Been in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland daddy
I'm the man out in Dallas, better ask Khaled

Kept me out in Cali with my eyes open barely
Blowin' and spinnin', goin' down Bennett
Drop six-fo', three-wheel then switch it
Red light stop, make it drop for the ***

Got a ***, *** your head off wit' it
Anything you hear that I said, I meant it
King got the crown then sped off wit' it
Say you need bricks, I said I get it

If you want to, we can supply you
Got enough work to feed the whole town
They won't *** you unless you try to
Come around and try to stomp on our ground

'Cause we takin' over one city at a time
Said, we takin' over one city at a time
Said, we takin' over one city at a time
Said, we takin' over one city at a time
Listen

Buzz is what I does
I get money everyday, everyday I does
That Benz is how I ride
Black flag on the left, two *** on right

You better move, AK all day
Get *** up like Shyne, that's on my niece
I'm B.I.G. like Diddy, dammit, I'm wit' it
Khaled, we did it, Biggie in my city

Please no fitted, *** it, I'm too pretty
Lean back and get brain, stupid, I'm silly
Money that come, runnin' like water
Mami so hot, dammit, she gorgeous

Miami on fire, you better be cautious
Might get *** on the porch of your fortress
Now they see it was no one from Port City
I run here, Rick Ross is boss ***

'Cause we takin' over one city at a time
Said, we takin' over one city at a time
Said, we takin' over one city at a time
Said, we takin' over one city at a time
Listen

Blat, when you see crack, better duck
Like the *** gotta ease past, *** what?
***, I don't give ***, I run these streets
Y'all talk that ***, I want that beef

I'ma tell you like a G told me
They'll come back quick if a *** O.D.
Cash Rule Everything Around Me
I'm YSL, Versace

You could see me in that Porsche GT
Comin' down Sunset sittin' on D's
Feelin' like 'Pac, All Eyez On Me
Fresh bandanna when I'm *** mad trees

*** please, I spit crack, every verse a ki
Some say Khaled, some say Colli
Twelve years down and I'm finally free

If you want to, we can supply you
Got enough work to feed the whole town
They won't *** you unless you try to
Come around and try to stomp on our ground

'Cause we takin' over one city at a time
Said, we takin' over one city at a time
Said, we takin' over one city at a time
Said, we takin' over one city at a time
Listen

Birdman dead, I'm number one
*** came at me wrong so we got him done
*** with the family, I'ma give him some
Spent that co'ner, he didn't run

Sunday had a whole church singin' a song
"Why'd they have to send my baby home?"
*** with some ***, that paper long
Been a G in the game, now my son on the throne

I am the beast
Feed me rappers or feed me beats
I'm untamed, I need a leash
I'm insane, I need a shrink

I love brain, I need a leech
Why complain on easy streets?
I don't even talk, I let the Visa speak
And I like my Sprite Easter pink

And my wrist special clock but the mule's cooler
I have more jewels than your jeweler
Touch and I will bust your medulla
That's a *** ***, it is not a tumor

Red like, red like stop your rumors
I stay on track like a box of Pumas
Now just r-r-r-rock with Junior
I am the little big kahuna, ya dig?

'Cause we takin' over one city at a time

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Southern Takeover - Lyrics - The Sound of Revenge - Chamillionaire

Title: Southern Takeover
Album: The Sound of Revenge
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Nsilo Kharonde Reddick, Michael Santiago Render, Hakeem Seriki, Nicholas Sherwood, Micah Troy

Lyric:
The sound of revenge, tell 'em what it is Mayne
Welcome to the New World Order
Atlanta, Georgia Houston, Texas
The south is officially takin' over, he already know

Just look over your shoulder
Let me see who just showed up
It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Just look over your shoulder
Let me see who just showed up
It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

It's the mister fo fifth told 'em cookin' coke with baking soda
Dub roller, pro smoker, wood gripper, pistol whipper
Muck a nigga if he figure fuckin' with my figures
Makes him richer he should know instead or it'll make him better

Than a money fuckin' with my money
Get yo money stacked right outta Sunday school
On a bright and sunny Sunday this ain't funny
I ain't jokin' 'bout my coke and package come up shorter

Might kidnap yo wife and daughter bury them down deep in Georgia
No D.A's a fuckin' lawyer prosecutin' witnesses
We execute and start the shootin', start the lootin'
Start the violence, start a riot

Get this motherfucker crunker, crunk as you can get it
Pass that ho, I'm a hit it outta line, we gon' spit it
Spit it vivid, 'cause I live it you don't walk it, you just talk it
Pistol totin' and a loadin' that's how smokin' got this dope
And I ain't hopin', steady slangin' right on yo trappa block
Try your track, set up shop try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Just look over your shoulder
Let me see who just showed up
It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Just look over your shoulder
Let me see who just showed up
It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Hey, hey, hey this ain't about an image, this ain't about a gimmick
Pussys stand to the side now the game got a menace
I damn seen a city that I think is not the realest
We bummin' on his ass, we finishin' his sentence

I only got a minute, I feelin' about a digit
You lookin' at a nigga like I ain't about to get it
I'm lookin' at the money like I ain't about to finish
So you need to mind your business if you ain't about your business

I'm a H-Town soldier
I'm a come with the trunk up yeah I'm a gon' remind ya
If you ain't gettin' it you shoulda told ya father
Nigga Chamillionaire never show no problems

You don't want no problem
Get 'em knees shoulda let the fo fo remind 'em
Ya you tip on the ride 'em
I be ridin' fo fo's on the door beside 'em

6' 6" tall lookin' like he a center
10 tatoos lookin' like he a killa
Skinny ass niggas don't fight with a nigga
Pull out a billfold, put a price on a nigga

I have this camp fo put a knife in a nigga
From the car to his pocket then right in your liver
Was a big boy that put a slice in the middle
Ya head fast think you hold a mike with the killa

Don't mess with the south homie, that's a dream
Hallucinate or imagining so
Double XL with the gats I mean
Keep somethin' ready to blow in the magazine

And you know that southern cash is mean
Franklin's frown for me when I stash my cream
Pull up in candy paint that match my green
Killer, Pastor and Koopa are the master machine

Just look over your shoulder
Let me see who just showed up
It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Just look over your shoulder
Let me see who just showed up
It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Y'all know me, it's PT well I hunt and all of that
Black on black, with black tip, I can't help but represent
I'm not content, I want more who the fuck you take me for?
Studio rappers not the fortay, drop my top and bust my AK

No more play, N G A yeah, that's a classic
Ridin' in the classic tote a mill and I blast 'em
Send 'em to the casket, send 'em to the morgue
Slap me a nigga 'cause I'm motherfuckin' bored

Chamillionaire, I camoflouge in my surrounding
Get my desert E's and get to motherfuckin' poundin'
Up and down the streets throwin' heat, out the driver's seat
Ridin' to the beat tell them nigga just lay weak

Just look over your shoulder
Let me see who just showed up
It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Just look over your shoulder
Let me see who just showed up
It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

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We Taking Over - Lyrics - Dj Khaled

Title: We Taking Over
Artist: Dj Khaled
Composer(s): Floyd Nathanial Hills, Khaled Khaled, Joseph Cartagena, Clifford Harris, William Leonard Roberts, Bryan Williams, Dwayne Carter, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
DJ Khaled!
Konvict Music
We the best!
We takin' over!
Listen!

I started in Atlanta then I spread out wit' it
South Carolina, Alabama, Mississippi
On to North Carolina, Philadelphia and Virginia
From down in Miami where it warm in the winter

On up to Minnesota where it storm in the winter
Jackson then Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn. holla at me
Been in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland daddy
I'm the man out in Dallas, better ask Khaled

Kept me out in Cali with my eyes open barely
Blowin' and spinnin', goin' down Bennett
Drop six-fo', three-wheel then switch it
Red light stop, make it drop for the bitches

Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit' it
Anything you hear that I said, I meant it
King got the crown then sped off it wit' it
Say you need bricks, I said I get it

If you want to, we can supply you
Got enough work to feed the whole town
They won't shoot you unless you try to
Come around and try to stomp on our ground

'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Listen!

Buzz is what I does
I get money e?ry day, e?ry day I does
That Benz is how I ride
Black flag on the left, two hoes

And right you better, move! AK all day
Get shot up like Shyne, that's on my niece
I'm B.I.G. like Diddy, damn it, I'm wit' it
Khaled we did it, Biggie in my city

Please no fitted, fuck it, I'm too pretty
Lean back and get brain, stupid, I'm silly
Money that come, runnin' like water
Mami so hot, damn it, she gorgeous

Miami on fire, you better be cautious
Might get shot on the porch of your fortress
Now they see it was no one from Port City
I run in here and Rick Ross is boss shit

'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Listen!

Blat, when you see Crack, better duck
Like the mac gotta ease past, nigga what?
Shit, I don't give fuck, I run these streets
Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef

I'ma tell you like a G told me
They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D.
Cash Rule Everything Around Me
I'm YSL, Versace

You could see me in that Porsche GT
Comin' down Sunset sittin' on D's
Feelin' like 'Pac, All Eyez On Me
Fresh bandana and I'm blowin' mad trees

Nigga please
I spit crack, every verse a ki
Some say Khaled, some say Colli
Twelve years down and I'm finally free, crack!

If you want to, we can supply you
Got enough work to feed the whole town
They won't shoot you unless you try to
Come around and try to stomp on our ground

'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Listen!

Birdman dead, and I'm number one
Nigga came at me wrong so we got him done
Fuckin' with the family I'ma give him somethin?
Spent that co'ner, he didn't run

Sunday had a whole church singin' a song
"Why'd they have to send my baby home?"
Fuckin' with some niggas, that paper long
Been a G in the game now my son on the throne

I am the beast
Feed me rappers or feed me beats
I?m untamed, I need a leash
I?m insane, I need a shrink

I love brain, I need a leech
Why complain on easy streets?
I don't even talk, I let the Visa speak
And I like my Sprite Easter pink

And my wrist special par but the mule's cooler
I have more jewels than your jeweler
Touch and I will bust your medulla
That's a bullet hole, it is not a tumor

Red like red like stop your rumors
I stay on track like a box of Pumas
Now just r-r-rock with Junior
I am the little big Kahuna, ya dig?

'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time

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We Takin' Over (Remix) - Lyrics - Dj Khaled

Title: We Takin' Over (Remix)
Artist: Dj Khaled
Composer(s): Floyd Nathanial Hills, Khaled Khaled, Joseph Cartagena, Clifford Harris, William Leonard Roberts, Bryan Williams, Dwayne Carter, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
DJ Khaled!
Konvict Music
We the best!
We takin' over!
Listen!

I started in Atlanta then I spread out wit' it
South Carolina, Alabama, Mississippi
On to North Carolina, Philadelphia and Virginia
From down in Miami where it warm in the winter

On up to Minnesota where it storm in the winter
Jackson then Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn. holla at me
Been in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland daddy
I'm the man out in Dallas, better ask Khaled

Kept me out in Cali with my eyes open barely
Blowin' and spinnin', goin' down Bennett
Drop six-fo', three-wheel then switch it
Red light stop, make it drop for the bitches

Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit' it
Anything you hear that I said, I meant it
King got the crown then sped off it wit' it
Say you need bricks, I said I get it

If you want to, we can supply you
Got enough work to feed the whole town
They won't shoot you unless you try to
Come around and try to stomp on our ground

'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Listen!

Buzz is what I does
I get money e?ry day, e?ry day I does
That Benz is how I ride
Black flag on the left, two hoes

And right you better, move! AK all day
Get shot up like Shyne, that's on my niece
I'm B.I.G. like Diddy, damn it, I'm wit' it
Khaled we did it, Biggie in my city

Please no fitted, fuck it, I'm too pretty
Lean back and get brain, stupid, I'm silly
Money that come, runnin' like water
Mami so hot, damn it, she gorgeous

Miami on fire, you better be cautious
Might get shot on the porch of your fortress
Now they see it was no one from Port City
I run in here and Rick Ross is boss shit

'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Listen!

Blat, when you see Crack, better duck
Like the mac gotta ease past, nigga what?
Shit, I don't give fuck, I run these streets
Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef

I'ma tell you like a G told me
They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D.
Cash Rule Everything Around Me
I'm YSL, Versace

You could see me in that Porsche GT
Comin' down Sunset sittin' on D's
Feelin' like 'Pac, All Eyez On Me
Fresh bandana and I'm blowin' mad trees

Nigga please
I spit crack, every verse a ki
Some say Khaled, some say Colli
Twelve years down and I'm finally free, crack!

If you want to, we can supply you
Got enough work to feed the whole town
They won't shoot you unless you try to
Come around and try to stomp on our ground

'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Listen!

Birdman dead, and I'm number one
Nigga came at me wrong so we got him done
Fuckin' with the family I'ma give him somethin?
Spent that co'ner, he didn't run

Sunday had a whole church singin' a song
"Why'd they have to send my baby home?"
Fuckin' with some niggas, that paper long
Been a G in the game now my son on the throne

I am the beast
Feed me rappers or feed me beats
I?m untamed, I need a leash
I?m insane, I need a shrink

I love brain, I need a leech
Why complain on easy streets?
I don't even talk, I let the Visa speak
And I like my Sprite Easter pink

And my wrist special par but the mule's cooler
I have more jewels than your jeweler
Touch and I will bust your medulla
That's a bullet hole, it is not a tumor

Red like red like stop your rumors
I stay on track like a box of Pumas
Now just r-r-rock with Junior
I am the little big Kahuna, ya dig?

'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time

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We Takin' Over - Lyrics - We the Best - Dj Khaled

Title: We Takin' Over
Album: We the Best
Artist: Dj Khaled
Composer(s): Floyd Nathanial Hills, Khaled Khaled, Joseph Cartagena, Clifford Harris, William Leonard Roberts, Bryan Williams, Dwayne Carter, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
DJ Khaled!
Konvict Music
We the best!
We takin' over!
Listen!

I started in Atlanta then I spread out wit' it
South Carolina, Alabama, Mississippi
On to North Carolina, Philadelphia and Virginia
From down in Miami where it warm in the winter

On up to Minnesota where it storm in the winter
Jackson then Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn. holla at me
Been in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland daddy
I'm the man out in Dallas, better ask Khaled

Kept me out in Cali with my eyes open barely
Blowin' and spinnin', goin' down Bennett
Drop six-fo', three-wheel then switch it
Red light stop, make it drop for the bitches

Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit' it
Anything you hear that I said, I meant it
King got the crown then sped off it wit' it
Say you need bricks, I said I get it

If you want to, we can supply you
Got enough work to feed the whole town
They won't shoot you unless you try to
Come around and try to stomp on our ground

'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Listen!

Buzz is what I does
I get money e?ry day, e?ry day I does
That Benz is how I ride
Black flag on the left, two hoes

And right you better, move! AK all day
Get shot up like Shyne, that's on my niece
I'm B.I.G. like Diddy, damn it, I'm wit' it
Khaled we did it, Biggie in my city

Please no fitted, fuck it, I'm too pretty
Lean back and get brain, stupid, I'm silly
Money that come, runnin' like water
Mami so hot, damn it, she gorgeous

Miami on fire, you better be cautious
Might get shot on the porch of your fortress
Now they see it was no one from Port City
I run in here and Rick Ross is boss shit

'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Listen!

Blat, when you see Crack, better duck
Like the mac gotta ease past, nigga what?
Shit, I don't give fuck, I run these streets
Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef

I'ma tell you like a G told me
They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D.
Cash Rule Everything Around Me
I'm YSL, Versace

You could see me in that Porsche GT
Comin' down Sunset sittin' on D's
Feelin' like 'Pac, All Eyez On Me
Fresh bandana and I'm blowin' mad trees

Nigga please
I spit crack, every verse a ki
Some say Khaled, some say Colli
Twelve years down and I'm finally free, crack!

If you want to, we can supply you
Got enough work to feed the whole town
They won't shoot you unless you try to
Come around and try to stomp on our ground

'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Listen!

Birdman dead, and I'm number one
Nigga came at me wrong so we got him done
Fuckin' with the family I'ma give him somethin?
Spent that co'ner, he didn't run

Sunday had a whole church singin' a song
"Why'd they have to send my baby home?"
Fuckin' with some niggas, that paper long
Been a G in the game now my son on the throne

I am the beast
Feed me rappers or feed me beats
I?m untamed, I need a leash
I?m insane, I need a shrink

I love brain, I need a leech
Why complain on easy streets?
I don't even talk, I let the Visa speak
And I like my Sprite Easter pink

And my wrist special par but the mule's cooler
I have more jewels than your jeweler
Touch and I will bust your medulla
That's a bullet hole, it is not a tumor

Red like red like stop your rumors
I stay on track like a box of Pumas
Now just r-r-rock with Junior
I am the little big Kahuna, ya dig?

'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time

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Euro - Trash Girl - Lyrics - Kerosene Hat - Cracker

Title: Euro - Trash Girl
Album: Kerosene Hat
Artist: Cracker
Composer(s): Joey Peters, John Hickman, David Lowery, David Faragher

Lyric:
Well I've been up to Paris
And I slept in a park
Went down to Barcelona
Someone broke in my car

And I'll search the world over
For my angel in black
Yeah, I'll search the world over
For a Euro-Trash girl

Took the train down to Athens
And I slept in a fountain
Some Swiss junkie in Turin
Ripped me off for my cash

Yeah, I'll search the world over
For my angel in black
Yeah, I'll search the world over
For a Euro-Trash girl

The CRS on the metro
Shook me down for a bribe
On my knees for the sergeant
When my passport arrived

Yeah, I'll search the world over
For my angel in black
Yeah, I'll search the world over
For a Euro-Trash girl

Euro-Trash girl, Euro-Trash girl
Euro-Trash girl, Euro-Trash girl

Called my mom from a pay phone
I said, "I'm down to my last"
She said, "I sent you to college
Now go call your dad"

And the waitress that he married
Well, she hung up the phone
You know she never did like me
But I can stand on my own

Sold my plasma in Amsterdam
Spent it all in a night
Buying drinks at the Melkweg
For a soldier in drag

And I'll search the world over
For my angel in black
Yeah, I'll search the world over
For a Euro-Trash girl

Euro-Trash girl, Euro-Trash girl
Euro-Trash girl, my Euro-Trash girl

Yeah, I'll search the world over
For my angel in black
Yeah, I'll search the world over
For a Euro-trash Girl

Got a tattoo in Berlin
And a case of the crabs
A rose and a dagger
On the palm of my hand

And I'll search the world over
For my angel in black
Yeah, I'll search the world over
For a Euro-Trash girl

Euro-Trash girl, Euro-Trash girl
Euro-Trash girl, Euro-Trash girl

Yeah, I'll search the world over
For my angel in black
Yeah, I'll search the world over
for a Euro-Trash girl

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Cash Money Millionaires - Lyrics - Tha Carter (Screwed And Chopped) - Lil' Wayne

Title: Cash Money Millionaires
Album: Tha Carter (Screwed And Chopped)
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
I keep pimpin', I keep pimpin', I keep
I keep pimpin', I keep pimpin'

I got a bitch in the back, got a hoe in the front
One cookin the crack, one rollin' the blunt
You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad
If you lookin' for that, holla at ya boy
I'm a m-m-mack mack a pimp, I spit out shrimp
I pull up clean I get out lim, I walk like limp

I talk like bitch bitch get here
Best player on my team when I ball women cheer
And they love the way I dumb out with the gear
This jacket, these shoes don't come out this year
So if you love your girl don't let her come out this year
If you leave her out there, then she comin' out here
And that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah

Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah
Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah

I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if I give it to my hoe
She gon' bring back more, not a minute go she ain't gettin' that loot
And if you ain't got no money she ain't gettin' at you
I like 'em sexy, high, yellow if you fittin' thats you
Ooh boo you can come and get in that coupe
Take a hit of that fruit get high wit' Wayne
Fly wit Birdman Jr. wave hi to planes
Say bye to lames don't buy they game

If he don't score in the first half, bench his ass
If you play wit my money I'ma lynch ya ass
I John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me bitch, oh
Wipe me down 'cause I'm filthy rich
If gettin' money's a crime then I'm guilty bitch
And that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah

Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah
Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah

I sit' low in the car sit high in the truck
Lay at the front of the plane lay in the back of the bus
I got ladies for days, got women for months
Leave ya girl at home on may 21
I got that thang on chrome blade 21
Got them thangs inside, make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a pretty one
Like whats good mami come make a cloud your pillow, come fly wit' me'

My diamonds sing, my weed is rap
Call me weezy the king or call me weezy the crack
If pimpin is dead then I'm bringin it back
Matter of fact it never died so I take that back
If your shoes too small shorty take that back
'Cause you gon' walk all day 'til you make that back
And that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfuckin'
Cash money millionaire, yeah

Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah
Who you think you fuckin' wit' bitch
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit'
Who you think you fuckin' wit
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire, yeah

Whats really good mami? it's ya boy W E E Z Y F
Baby so high in the sky I'm so fly watch out for
The power lines ya know get wit me one pimp daddy

I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire
I'm a motherfuckin' cash money millionaire

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