Chump Change - Lyrics - Pitchshifter

Title: Chump Change
Artist: Pitchshifter
Composer(s): Jon S Clayden, Jim Davis, Johnathan Carter, Mark Clayden

Lyric:
Don't wanna be the boy
The denizen, the chump change
I don't wanna be the next step

Don't wanna be the toy
The jettison, the chump change
I don't wanna be the first up
'Cause we spent the last drop

Who decides if it's alright?
(Who decides?)
I said, who decides if it's alright?

Can't touch me, completely
Reduction so easy

Don't wanna be the son
The citizen, the chump change
I don't wanna be the next step

Don't wanna be the same
The medicine, the chump change
I don't wanna be the first up
'Cause we spent the last drop

Who decides if it's alright?
(Who decides?)
I said, who decides if it's alright?

Can't touch me, completely
Reduction so easy
You can't touch me, not completely
Your reduction is so easy

I wanna tell you this, I wanna make you dive
I wanna be the big fish, I wanna see you fry
I wanna be the big fish, I wanna see you fry
Yeah, see you fry

Chump change
And I spent the last drop
Chump change

Who decides if it's alright?
(Who decides?)
I said, who decides if it's alright?

Can't touch me, completely
Reduction so easy
You can't touch me, not completely
Your reduction is so easy

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Nookie - Lyrics - Significant Other - Limp Bizkit

Title: Nookie
Album: Significant Other
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): Fred Durst, John Otto, Wes Borland, Sam Rivers

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Lyric:
Check
One, one, two

I came into this world as a reject
Look into these eyes
Then you'll see the size of the flames
(Size of the)
Pullin' on my past
(Past)
Burnin' on my brain
(Hot)
Everyone that burns has to learn from the pain
Hey, I think about the day
(Days)
My girlie ran away with my pay
When fellas came to play
(Play)
Now she's stuck with my homies that she fucked
(Oh)
And I'm just a sucker with a lump in my throat

(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)

Should I be feelin' bad?
(No)
Should I be feelin' good?
(No)
It's kinda sad, I'm the laughin' stock of the neighborhood
And you would think that I'd be movin' on
(Movin')
But I'm a sucker like I said
"Fucked up in the head"
(Not)
And maybe she just made a mistake
And I should give her a break
My heart'll ache either way
Hey, what the hell, what you want me to say?
I won't lie, that I can't deny

I did it all for the nookie
(C'mon)
The nookie
(C'mon)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your

I did it all for the nookie
(C'mon)
The nookie
(C'mon)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your

Why did it take so long?
Why, did I wait so long, huh?
To figure it out, but I did it
And I'm the only one
Underneath the sun who didn't get it
I can't believe that I could be deceived
(But you were)
By my so called girl
(But in reality)
Had a hidden agenda
She put my tender, heart in a blender
And still I surrendered

(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump

I did it all for the nookie
(C'mon)
The nookie
(C'mon)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your

I did it all for the nookie
(C'mon)
The nookie
(C'mon)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your

I'm only human
It's so easy for your friends
To give you their advice
They'll tell you
Just let it go
It's easier said than done
I appreciate it, I do, but
Just leave me alone
Leave me alone
Just leave me alone

And nothings gonna change
(Alone)
You can go away
(Alone)
I'm just gonna stay here
(Alone)
And always be the same
(Alone)

And nothings gonna change
(Alone)
'Cos you can go away
(Alone)
And I'm just gonna stay here
(Alone)
And always be the same

And nothings gonna change
(And always be the same)
You can go away
(And always be the same)
I'm just gonna stay here
(And always be the same)
And always be the same

I did it all for the nookie
(C'mon)
The nookie
(C'mon)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your

I did it all for the nookie
(C'mon)
The nookie
(C'mon)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your

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There it is
It's fuckin' amazin'
Here's how you do it
Watch this
Press the batcher
You gotta pay for a major
Haa haa haa
That's how you do it
Haa haa haa
Haa haa
Haa haa haa haa
Haa haa haa}

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Nookie (Remix By Neptunes) - Lyrics - New Old Songs - Limp Bizkit

Title: Nookie (Remix By Neptunes)
Album: New Old Songs
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): Fred Durst, John Otto, Wes Borland, Sam Rivers

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Lyric:
Check
One, one, two

I came into this world as a reject
Look into these eyes
Then you'll see the size of the flames
(Size of the)
Pullin' on my past
(Past)
Burnin' on my brain
(Hot)
Everyone that burns has to learn from the pain
Hey, I think about the day
(Days)
My girlie ran away with my pay
When fellas came to play
(Play)
Now she's stuck with my homies that she fucked
(Oh)
And I'm just a sucker with a lump in my throat

(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)

Should I be feelin' bad?
(No)
Should I be feelin' good?
(No)
It's kinda sad, I'm the laughin' stock of the neighborhood
And you would think that I'd be movin' on
(Movin')
But I'm a sucker like I said
"Fucked up in the head"
(Not)
And maybe she just made a mistake
And I should give her a break
My heart'll ache either way
Hey, what the hell, what you want me to say?
I won't lie, that I can't deny

I did it all for the nookie
(C'mon)
The nookie
(C'mon)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your

I did it all for the nookie
(C'mon)
The nookie
(C'mon)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your

Why did it take so long?
Why, did I wait so long, huh?
To figure it out, but I did it
And I'm the only one
Underneath the sun who didn't get it
I can't believe that I could be deceived
(But you were)
By my so called girl
(But in reality)
Had a hidden agenda
She put my tender, heart in a blender
And still I surrendered

(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump

I did it all for the nookie
(C'mon)
The nookie
(C'mon)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your

I did it all for the nookie
(C'mon)
The nookie
(C'mon)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your

I'm only human
It's so easy for your friends
To give you their advice
They'll tell you
Just let it go
It's easier said than done
I appreciate it, I do, but
Just leave me alone
Leave me alone
Just leave me alone

And nothings gonna change
(Alone)
You can go away
(Alone)
I'm just gonna stay here
(Alone)
And always be the same
(Alone)

And nothings gonna change
(Alone)
'Cos you can go away
(Alone)
And I'm just gonna stay here
(Alone)
And always be the same

And nothings gonna change
(And always be the same)
You can go away
(And always be the same)
I'm just gonna stay here
(And always be the same)
And always be the same

I did it all for the nookie
(C'mon)
The nookie
(C'mon)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your

I did it all for the nookie
(C'mon)
The nookie
(C'mon)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your

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There it is
It's fuckin' amazin'
Here's how you do it
Watch this
Press the batcher
You gotta pay for a major
Haa haa haa
That's how you do it
Haa haa haa
Haa haa
Haa haa haa haa
Haa haa haa}

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Nookie (Remix By Butch Vig) - Lyrics - New Old Songs - Limp Bizkit

Title: Nookie (Remix By Butch Vig)
Album: New Old Songs
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): Fred Durst, John Otto, Wes Borland, Sam Rivers

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Lyric:
Check
One, one, two

I came into this world as a reject
Look into these eyes
Then you'll see the size of the flames
(Size of the)
Pullin' on my past
(Past)
Burnin' on my brain
(Hot)
Everyone that burns has to learn from the pain
Hey, I think about the day
(Days)
My girlie ran away with my pay
When fellas came to play
(Play)
Now she's stuck with my homies that she fucked
(Oh)
And I'm just a sucker with a lump in my throat

(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)

Should I be feelin' bad?
(No)
Should I be feelin' good?
(No)
It's kinda sad, I'm the laughin' stock of the neighborhood
And you would think that I'd be movin' on
(Movin')
But I'm a sucker like I said
"Fucked up in the head"
(Not)
And maybe she just made a mistake
And I should give her a break
My heart'll ache either way
Hey, what the hell, what you want me to say?
I won't lie, that I can't deny

I did it all for the nookie
(C'mon)
The nookie
(C'mon)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your

I did it all for the nookie
(C'mon)
The nookie
(C'mon)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your

Why did it take so long?
Why, did I wait so long, huh?
To figure it out, but I did it
And I'm the only one
Underneath the sun who didn't get it
I can't believe that I could be deceived
(But you were)
By my so called girl
(But in reality)
Had a hidden agenda
She put my tender, heart in a blender
And still I surrendered

(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump
(Hey)
Like a chump

I did it all for the nookie
(C'mon)
The nookie
(C'mon)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your

I did it all for the nookie
(C'mon)
The nookie
(C'mon)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your

I'm only human
It's so easy for your friends
To give you their advice
They'll tell you
Just let it go
It's easier said than done
I appreciate it, I do, but
Just leave me alone
Leave me alone
Just leave me alone

And nothings gonna change
(Alone)
You can go away
(Alone)
I'm just gonna stay here
(Alone)
And always be the same
(Alone)

And nothings gonna change
(Alone)
'Cos you can go away
(Alone)
And I'm just gonna stay here
(Alone)
And always be the same

And nothings gonna change
(And always be the same)
You can go away
(And always be the same)
I'm just gonna stay here
(And always be the same)
And always be the same

I did it all for the nookie
(C'mon)
The nookie
(C'mon)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your

I did it all for the nookie
(C'mon)
The nookie
(C'mon)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your
(Yea)
Stick it up your

{Wow, great
There it is
It's fuckin' amazin'
Here's how you do it
Watch this
Press the batcher
You gotta pay for a major
Haa haa haa
That's how you do it
Haa haa haa
Haa haa
Haa haa haa haa
Haa haa haa}

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No Love - Lyrics - Dj Clue

Title: No Love
Artist: Dj Clue
Composer(s): Eldra Debarge, Jamal Grinnage, Etterlene Jordan, K E Murray, William Debarge

Lyric:
M.O.P
First Family
Firing Squad and you know they make it happen
And it's gonna be til' infinity
Firing Hard sendin' up to all those thugs now Babe

Why
They don't show my people no pasion
Why
Do They Love when These thugs be blastin'
Why
It's da Firing Squad and Yo' we askin
Why
They show no Love
What up

Why
They don't show my people no pasion
Why
Do They Love when These thugs be blastin'
Why
It's da Firing Squad and Yo' we askin
Why
They show no Love
What up

Remember me
I participated in the one of the hottest joints in 1-9-9-3
M.O.P
First Family
That's Right
Bd
Ohhh
And I'm loved all ova'
Believe What I told ya, When I told ya imma soldia
No Doubt
I get down
Son ask around
I've sipped drugs from Brownsville to Bricktown
Bricktown
Why you decied how a man should be
Imma set aside my pride
And ride wit' my family
That's how I move
It won't change
Still my love for Burbank is piller than chump change
Yeah
And I hit from mid range

To all you cats thats thinkin I'm chump change
Don't know how these chest pains feel
Show em' da deal
I dun traveled in different dementions with good intentions
Of keepin' it real so

Why
They don't show my people no pasion
Why
Do They Love when These thugs be blastin'
Why
It's da Firing Squad and Yo' we askin
Why
They show no Love
What up

The Last man standing
Fame neva missed
Quick wit' game and sickin da Brame terrorist
Put ya arms down
Before I drop a bomb down
Make ya whole staff calm down
Nevamind wit dat cat talkin'
Im off to rap Fisio blow em' off the track
If it's a melody
Uhhh
I bring out my energy
And da remede
Wipes out da enemy
Get down for myne
Mom duke call me Jambo
I scramble wit fake thugs Thinkin' they Rambo
Ya'll see it
Home team
Rock well pesisted
For instance Bill sayin it
Use the first verse as my intrance
I present to you
Who
The brownsville slugga nucka on top of his game
Homegrounce
I present to you
Who
The brownsville slugga nucka put one in ya brain
Hold dat down

Why
They don't show my people no pasion
Why
Do They Love when These thugs be blastin'
Why
It's da Firing Squad and Yo' we askin
Why
They show no Love
What up

Why
They don't show my people no pasion
Why
Do They Love when These thugs be blastin'
Why
It's da Firing Squad and Yo' we askin
Why
They show no Love
What up

Hey yo, my family ties connect me to guys that's into
Whateva's quick
A quick wit ghetto potential
Second against you
Look, it's more than just a hit
The Firing Squad
Produce sugaful shit
And what I'm spittin shows my mission is saficiant
Neva wash em'
Sometime I clock em'
Rockin' and listenin
Alright now
It's da hometeam
Were back
So you should get ya gat and let ya chrome steam
These rap dudes sabitage
That ain't real
Your rap styles carolouge
I can't Feel y'all
Feelers rockin this
From New York to Providence
Give the tape replay from D.C to VA
Move like McGyver
Dealt wit' conivas
True monified gangstas
Safe survivors
In the meantime
Mas Destruction
It's a
Rapid Fire
Production

When you look in my eyes tell me what you see
You know how it feels to be rappin with ya fam
I am retard as you and those thing you do
Firing squad sendin up to all those thugs now babe

Why
They don't show my people no pasion
Why
Do They Love when These thugs be blastin'
Why
It's da Firing Squad and Yo' we askin
Why
They show no Love
What up

Why
They don't show my people no pasion
Why
Do They Love when These thugs be blastin'
Why
It's da Firing Squad and Yo' we askin
Why
They show no Love
What up

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The Hit - Lyrics - Power Of The Dollar - 50 Cent

Title: The Hit
Album: Power Of The Dollar
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Keith Everette Horne, Curtis James Jackson

Lyric:
Uh uh uh uh uh uh

I change places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this

The only thing hotter than my flow is the block, inhale and exhale
That's why I left this snow biz and got into show biz
Let's get this clear, it ain't on 'til I say it's on, pause, it's on
I'm eatin', y'all niggas fastin' like it's Rimadon

Bowlish way in Lebanon, know 50 the bomb
I be at the edge of the bar, sippin' a Don
I keep the bottle just in case, you never know when it's on
This worries bump, I can't go wrong, my team's too strong

You want war? I take you to war, now that my money long
Why you broke? Cat's buy the by lines and fantasize
The way I'm spittin', put TV's in everything I'm sittin'
While I'm hot to death, I'm gonna say this to all you playa haters
Y'all should hate the game, not the playas, c'mon

I change places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this

I change places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this

Everyday is bugged, niggas'll come to a club
To try to show you they a thug, instead of showing some love
Now, what you think you chump me, if I let you bump me
When I'm about to make a mill, faster than you make a G, ha ha

I know I lie, it's a habit, I vow to clean the city like the mayor
And in the crack game, I'm a franchise player
Niggas be thinkin' I be out to lunch with mines
Then in crunch time, I start hittin' 'em hard with punch lines

You cats got to be sick to think 50 can't spit
Better check my batting average, I always make hits
My flows leave these rap cats ketro, ketro all across the metro, metro
Plus I pack a cannon, up under my marple cannon

They fake, they look like money but ain't worth half the cake
Have me runnin' from Jake, in a GS with bad brakes
They want to knock me take for Christ sakes

50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this
I change places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this

I change places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this

Yo son, remember them fake playas
Who try to play us at The Shark Club in Vegas
Had them tight linen blazers and beat up gators
Lookin' like last year's playas, pause

Yeah, I could tell they dough was low
When we came through the do'
I copped a case of Cristal and copped one bottle of Mo
From the looking through face and the bulge in his waist, he holdin'

Yeah he's packin', I can see his rack
The one in the middle, he a big man, I dealt with him son
Yeah, so I expect look like they ain't had a run since ' 81
They ain't here on a hunt for food

So they could catch you, some cash and expensive jewels
I'm gonna crash 'em with this bottle if he move
I ain't the one son, my shit ain't come easy
It won't go easy, believe me

I change places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this

I change places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this

I change places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this

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Way Of Life - Lyrics - Lil' Wayne

Title: Way Of Life
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dennis Earle Lambert, Terrance J Quaites, Francine Vicki Golde, Dwayne Michael Carter, Duane S Hitchings, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

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Lyric:
Look'a here
This how we gon' do this
Hook up the turntables
Wolfe, get on the keyboard
And we gon' run it, ya heard

Cash money
Cash money
Cash money
Cash money

Now let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins
Hit the mall with my girlfriends, dish out ends
'Cause you know it ain't trickin' if you got it
Cop baby girl what she desire, it's chump change mama
Marijuana Scholar, knowin' what I got up in my Styrofoam cup?
That purple stuff, it was givin' to me at birth to stunt
So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the fur in the guts

Hold on, Mami! Them whips on dubs
Cadillac truck, twenty-eights, no rubs
Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eye lens
Car show in New York, y'all know who wins
It's the Birdman, daddy, with the Gucci and Prada
Slant-back, cut truck, no rims, can't holla
It's that Louie on Ostrich streets
It's the tailer-made daddy, Mami, do you love me?

Baby, I'ma a stunna
I ain't gon' change it
(I told y'all)
Don't you know
It's a way of life
(I told y'all)

Mama, do you want it?
'Cause I'm about to break it
(I told y'all)
Ooh, baby
Can't stop the stuntin'
No, no
(Bring back that beat)

Pop one, pop two
Them new Nike shoes
Royal blue Jag on them twenty-two's
Flip white to green, 500 Degreez
In that Cadillac truck on them twenty-three's
I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame
All these naked women that pop champagne
And these marble floors stay high as Rick James
If you know my name, then you know my game

It's lil' Whodi from the hot block with ser'ous flow
Gotta get dough 'cause y'all won't feel me, bro
But y'all don't here me though
Till I'm rollin' down my window and my grillie show
And you know I'm prolly pumpin' through the hood on the twenty-fo's
Word! Rims pokin' out the side of the 'ERV
Glock have ya ribs pokin' out the side of ya shirt
I'm a seventeenth nigga and I ride for the turf, whoo

Baby, I'ma a stunna
(I told y'all)
I ain't gon' change it
Don't you know
It's a way of life
(I told y'all)

Mama, do you want it?
'Cause I'm about to break it
Ooh, baby
Can't stop the stuntin'
No, no

Aye, and my pinky glow 'cause my ring is so
Blingy-blingy, yo, stop blinkin' though
We smoke stinky, stinky dro
And we don't cop them ency-wency O's
And we don't stop
Nah! We blow, fuck the people
Everywhere we go, we smell like E-yo
The Birdman my paw, so that make me go
"Fly like an eagle!"
Fo' sure

They think 'cause I stay at English Turn
That stunna don't have a O - Z to burn
(Light it up!)
I go in each sto' and ball like a dog
Me and my nig's, we ball like a dog
Cars on the streets, all on our lawn
Ice in my teeths, all on my arm
Tat's in my face, my back, and my arm
(What?)
That's in my face, my back, and my arm

Baby, I'ma a stunna
I ain't gon' change it
Don't you know
It's a way of life
Mama, do you want it?
'Cause I'm about to break it
Ooh, baby
Can't stop the stuntin'
No, no

Yep! There it is! Ya' lil' low-life
See, I'm a professional
You a rookie
Fuckin' game so serious
I could sell a hooker some pussy
Now, that's some serious shit
Oh yeah, believe that

Who we rollin' wit'?
We rollin' wit' cash money
Oh, I forgot about "Peace"
Peace, I mean, "Piece" of pussy
"Piece" of land, "Piece" of property
It's just a mind game

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Get At Me - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: Get At Me
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): Byron Byrd, Nathan Leftenant, Arnett Leftenant, Larry Blackmon, David Marvin Blake

Lyric:
Now I got to cut ya
Yeah, that's right
'Cause it's like this
Yeah, it's gotta be like this
Nigga

It used to be a CPT thang but now it's just an all me thang
Because I'm tired of this gizame, I'm through playin' for a crew
That ain't got my back when I'm the one who done created the sack
'Mister You Know Who' remember me? I met you when I was P.P.C.
And you hadn't nothin' but a scrub, wearin' plaid pants and bubble gums
And beggin' for grub and then when ya hips start growin'
You tripped and flipped and skipped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Not even thinkin' 'bout the times when Kay Kay took yo' ass in
'Cause you didn't have a dime
Nigga couldn't even say thanks for the trouble
I would've spanked yo' ass on the double
'Cause when ya didn't have a place to stay
You little round the way girl, my nigga took yo' way
And that way all my homies had yo' back
Because together they knew we had a fat ass sack
But you couldn't stand the guns, couldn't wait to take ya

Bitch, better have my money and run
Kay Kay should've knew the motto of life
That ya can't turn a hoe into a housewife
Because you left a lot of people unhappy, nigga
You in debt and ya need to get at me

I'm gonna let ya know it
(That's right)
I'm gonna let ya know it
(So ya need to get at me)
I'm gonna let ya know it
I'm gonna let ya know it
(You need to get at me)

Now I can name a gang of niggas I done tripped with
Spent a grip with and they ain't spent shit
And they ain't never brought nothing to the table
But it ain't no puzzle, I'm able
But why you wanna take my kindness for weakness
To get my money back, I gotta ride yo' ass like Preakness
It ain't that fly and when ya see me in traffic just ride by

You should've been a pigeon 'cause you duck so well
But next time I catch you, I'ma pluck yo' tail
'Cause niggas like y'all show disrespect
By flossin' so you in for a tossin', you need to go brush your teeth
And change ya drawers and change ya sheets
And stop y'alls bitches from steadily tryin' ta ride on my mink
And start bathing more than once a week

You know who I'm talkin' 'bout, bitches
So ya needs to come right with a quickness
And instead of tryin' to duck and dodge
And be crafty, you need to get at me

I'm gonna let ya know it
(Hell yeah)
I'm gonna let ya know it
(You need to get at me)
I'm gonna let ya know it
(That's right)
I'm gonna let ya know it
(You need to get at me)

So tell me how we gon' handle this
Either we gon' be men or we gon' be scandalous
Either way is all right with me 'cause I'ma show ya that I meant it
When I said that I'm a G Nigga, I don't take ganks too swell
That's why I went and bought a gang of shells
And if you approach me wrong, I'ma clown first nigga run up

Damn, I wish it didn't even have to come to this
'Cause now y'alls on my shit list right with the white boys in this game
Thinkin' they gone get the hits for some chump change
Please, I didn't believe that you'll trip like that
That's how a gang of niggas flipped like that
So get back fool 'cause I'm going out
Comin' out of a straight jacket blastin' and they gon' have to get at me

I'm gonna let ya know it
(Hell yeah)
I'm gonna let ya know it
(You need to get at me)
I'm gonna let ya know it
(That's right)
I'm gonna let you know it
(You know what? Y'all can never get at me)

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So Sexy Chapter Ii - Lyrics - Twista

Title: So Sexy Chapter Ii
Artist: Twista
Composer(s): Robert Kelly, Carl Mitchell

Lyric:
Do you want me to slow it down?
Do you want me to speed it up?
Do you want me to slow it down?
Do you want me to speed it up?

You ain't never heard a slow jam like this
You ain't never had a remix like this
You ain't never been freaky like this
Rollin' on 24's like this
Never had a pool party like this
Never sipped on Cris much as this
Never been to an island like this
Make one wish and I'll give you all of this

Girl you remind me of my jeep and my S5
First I was on top of you now you sayin' lets ride
Freakin' yo body so good I give you wet thighs
When we get together you know we make the sex live
Take you to paradise while massaging you down
Feeling betta with twins managin' you down
Make you explode and now I'm calming you down
So good that you don't want me to bother you now

Now listen here come and kick it with the players
Ghetto majors and the thumpa sprayers and we never
Got no room for no haters when we pull up on them 24 omegas
While I'm smoking on a gar seeing Vega you by my side
We be on one when we hangin', what earthquake say is wrong
In a relationship we a corporation lets take over the nation
Let me get up with you girl don't be trippin' on yo guy he gone
Be up when the heat come out 'cause you could rub the
Lamp three times and still won't a mutha mutha like me come out

You ain't never heard a slow jam like this
You ain't never had a remix like this
You ain't never been freaky like this
Rollin' on 24's like this
Never had a pool party like this
Never sipped on Cris much as this
Never been to an island like this
Make one wish and I'll give you all of this

You ain't never had a playa like me to take you shoppin'
Take you to the crib and sex you nonstop and bone thugs top droppin'
VIP with the bottles poppin' so clean we gotta take a picture
So sexy I wanna get wit you girl I'll be singing thrilla
While you be squeezing pillows and we can take a shower together

Get cozy in stormy weather and if you ever going through something
I promise to make it better you just keep on loving a thug
Massage and some sex when I tell you it's time you ain't never
Gotta want for nothing as long as you down and you ready to ride
I wanna give you them butterflies have you head all off up in the sky
And we be going, weo weo weo weo

You ain't never heard a slow jam like this
You ain't never had a remix like this
You ain't never been freaky like this
Rollin' on 24's like this
Never had a pool party like this
Never sipped on Cris much as this
Never been to an island like this
Make one wish and I'll give you all of this

You ain't never rode in a Bentley lookin' like this, you ain't
Never got up with a thug nigga like this or got with a balla
That spit to the rhythm like this or kick it with a platinum
Plus nigga like this, well looka here now come look at how
The player T drop the top Kelly and Twista peep how we rock the block
Platinum Ferrari it nothing shorty you it's chump change or pull up
In the 7-4 to the fend, won't you get in while I'm steady blowin'

Smoke in the wind hoping to win, now speakin' words to my
Head in the bed then after we work then we can do it that one way
Lookin' thick as a loaf of bread by legs and you get at shakin' the way
The Twista make the tongue play and this is for the love and the ladies
The fine women that be rolling Mercedes setting freaky and we be going
Weo weo weo weo

You ain't never heard a slow jam like this
You ain't never had a remix like this
You ain't never been freaky like this
Rollin' on 24's like this
Never had a pool party like this
Never sipped on Cris much as this
Never been to an island like this
Make one wish and I'll give you all of this

Slow it down
Do you want me to speed it up?
Do you want me to slow it down?
Do you want me to speed it up?

Do you want me to slow it down?
Do you want me to speed it up?
Do you want me to slow it down?
And we be going weo weo weo weo

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Hey Lover - Lyrics - Boyz Ii Men

Title: Hey Lover
Artist: Boyz Ii Men
Composer(s): Rodney L Temperton, James Todd Smith

Lyric:
I've been watching you from afar
For as long as I can remember
You're all a real man could need
And could ever ask for, baby
This is more, this is more than a crush
Yeah

It was Harlem at the rukus, I saw you with your man, smiling, huh
A coach bag in your hand
I was laying in the coupe with my hat turned back
We caught eyes for a moment and that was that

So I skated off as you strolled off
Looking at your legs, goddamn, they look so soft,so fine
I gotta take ya from your man, that's my mission
If his love is real he's got to handle competition

You only knew him five months, that's right
Besides he drinks too much and smokes too many blunts
And I'll be working out everyday thinkin' about you
Looking at my own eyes in the rear view

Catching flashbacks of our eye contact
Wish I could lay you on your stomach and caress your back
I would hold you in my arms and ease your fears
I can't believe it, I ain't had a crush in years, hey lover

Hey lover, hey lover
This is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover
This is more than a crush, lover
Hey lover, this is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover
This is more than a crush

I see you at the bus stop waiting every day
Your man must think it's safe for you to travel that way
And I don't want to violate your relationship
So I'll lay back in the cut with a crush that's a trip

Still he can't stop me from having daydreams
Tonguing you down with uh, vanilla ice cream
Kissing on your thighs in the moonlight
Searching you body with my tongue girl all night

I wonder one day could it be, how I wonder
Simple dreams could turn into reality
Our love would come down so naturally
We would walk down the aisle of destiny

Would your man get his hustle on, got your type scared
Break you off a little chump change to do your hair?
It seems to be enough to satisfy your needs
But there's a deeper level if you follow our lead, hey lover

Hey lover, hey lover
This is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover
This is more than a crush, lover
Hey lover, this is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover
This is more than a crush

Last week I saw ya at the mall
Standing at the pay phone about to make a call
I had a vision it was me on the other end
Telling you come by and then you walked in

I touched you gently with my hands
We talked about traveling the distant lands
Escaping all the madness out here in the world
Becoming my wife no longer my girl

Then you let your dress fall down to the floor
I kissed you softly and you yearned for more
We experienced pleasure unparalleled
Into an ocean of love we both fell

Swimming in the timeless currents of pure bliss
Fantasies interchanging with each kiss
Undying passion unites our souls
Together we swim until the point of no control

But it's a fantasy, you won't come true
We never even spoke and your man swears he love you
So, I'm gonna keep all these feelings aside, that's right
Keep my dreams alive until the right time, hey lover

Hey lover, hey lover
This is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover
This is more than a crush, lover
Hey lover, this is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover
This is more than a crush

Hey lover, hey lover
This is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover
This is more than a crush, lover
Hey lover, baby, this is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover
This is more than a crush

Ain't nothing like a fantasy kid, word up
Hey lover, hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Hey lover

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Oh Wow - Lyrics - Tha Smokin' Nephew - Baby Bash

Title: Oh Wow
Album: Tha Smokin' Nephew
Artist: Baby Bash
Composer(s): Nathan Perez, Ronald Ray Bryant, Marco Prada

Lyric:
LSR

I'm still high as I ride in my 7 Duetche Coupe Deville
Y'all soldiers know my truth be ill
Now with these visions and these bad thoughts
Runnin' through my mind
Stop the clock, see I'm runnin' out of time
And as I, tell myself, I'm a changed man
Dressed in black out to jack me a game plan
Situation critical, it's called creepy physical
Hella cold, I'm a gonna be off in hell old

Plus it's hard to focus, when you crooked and hopeless
I ain't home, but my mama don't notice
Nationwide with thugs, locked out it's just us
With the Feds and the police out to bust us
The most prominent, see we stay dominate
And stay wicked, and plus we keep it explicit
Abducted by the streets see it's hard to manage
End up on my block saying we the savage

So you made a little money, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?
So you roll on 24's, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?
So you pimped a few hoes, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?
So you earned a few stripes, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?

I hear you rappin' 'bout the streets, talkin' bout pushin' deal
When most of y'all never seen a triple beam scale
Runnin' from weed smell, runnin' from dank smoke
Then you get on the mic, talkin' bout you been chokin'
Ya lame as mark, buy some heart with your chump change
Don't make me start, cold hearted droppin' punk names
You run thangs? Maybe, in your back yard
You act hard round here you gonna get smacked hard

Baby bash cross game, that's a negative
With savage dreams on my mind so repetative
Let it live, let it go, player do or die
'Cuz fools on my side will tell the other fool to ride
Down to do what I gotta do, to satisfy the man in me
I pull illicit things, my family ain't understandin' me
So while I have kids beatin' up on the door
I'm gonna crack up and smoke with a corona

So you got a platinum grill, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?
So you got a record deal, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?
So you pack a few gats, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?
You fell in love with your bitch, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?

The day I wake up, blaze up, lace my J's up
Try to make a couple stacks for' the days up
Hustle hard nigga, that's how I live
Only fuckin' with fans, my niggas and relatives
And I dress fly, all clean and keep a fat knot
For supplying all the beats to the have nots

HP you ain't knowin' I run this, so stop braggin'
Won't kill what you don't bitch or watch your grill hoe
I'll have you iced out, you beat grills
With your motherfuckin' lights out
Lame nigga, we ain't worried about your salary
Get off them pills and come back to reality

So you made a little money, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?
So you roll on 24's, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?
So you pimped a few hoes, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?
So you earned a few stripes, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?

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No Trickin' - Lyrics - Profyle

Title: No Trickin'
Artist: Profyle
Composer(s): Teddy Bishop, Johnta Austin

Lyric:
Yo, yeah, yeah
Ha, now what y'all wanna do
Ha, yo, Teddy Bishop
Profyle
Like that, right?
You know how it is
When you wanna holla at these girls when you walkin' about
But they ain't never wanna holla at ya back in the day
Ya know?
But when they see you outside in your six
Then they wanna holla at you
Check it out

Girl when I first saw your face
I said to myself
She's like the kind of girl who only looks out for herself
And from the moment you walked up
I peeped your game
Your like the kind of girl who give it up
Because of my name

If you be straight up
About what you want
Maybe we can hook something up
But I ain't gon front

I won't be the one chasin'
No baby
I ain't gon be the on
To fall in love, I can't
I won't be the one slippin', no slippin'
Girl forget it
I won't be the one trickin, no spendin
I ain't the one

Girl when I first heard about you
I said to myself
She'll only hang around
As long as you keep cash on the shelf
She wants to live the glamorous life
But I don't need (a girl like) her in my life

If you be straight up
About what you want
Maybe we can hook something up
But I ain't gon front

I won't be the one chasin'
No baby
I ain't gon be the on
To fall in love, I can't
I won't be the one slippin', no slippin'
Girl forget it
I won't be the one trickin, no spendin
I ain't the one

I won't be the one chasin'
No baby
I ain't gon be the on
To fall in love, I can't
I won't be the one slippin', no slippin'
Girl forget it
I won't be the one trickin, no spendin
I ain't the one

What? Uh! Check it out
You always talkin' bout
What you gon do, you really don't know
You steady spendin' dough
Now this is how it go
I keep it on the low from your man's and them
Why you beggin' on your knees?
Rasheeda don't leave
You need to get your mind right, your life right
Boy you never knew a love like this aiight
Game tight like a virgin I got some to burn and
That chump change you spend
That's the least of my concern and

I won't be the one chasin'
No baby
I ain't gon be the on
To fall in love, I can't
I won't be the one slippin', no slippin'
Girl forget it
I won't be the one trickin, no spendin
I ain't the one

I won't be the one chasin'
No baby
I ain't gon be the on
To fall in love, I can't
I won't be the one slippin', no slippin'
Girl forget it
I won't be the one trickin, no spendin
I ain't the one

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Hip Hop Fury - Lyrics - The Genius Gza

Title: Hip Hop Fury
Artist: The Genius Gza
Composer(s): Gary Grice, Ch'Ron Smith, Sulayman Ansari, Jason Dockery, Tim Drayton, Robert Diggs

Lyric:
You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu we bustin' ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear to ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop

Here's something to advertise, promote it keep the fan satisfied
Load data for the disc drive, ghetto citywide
Leave 'em paralyzed, they stolen every word I provide
Without no clearance, I nurture this track like Amish parents

Got requests from retail stores, for my appearance
First we target it, then they market it, to kill ya artist wit
The hungry shark, contra hit, whoevers starting shit
Got as many rap soldiers, for how much this record ships

Fuck them niggaz you record with, I make them forfeit
Send a bomb rap in Fed Ex into ya office, son we build and deliver
Came to build with the Gza
[Incomprehensible] the chorus from the Rza, the real album spitta

Me and my street team be holding congress meetings
Audio visual video treatments internationally speaking
Got managers scared to shop you, ready to drop you
It's the coming of the newest hip hop Christ

Pop you, try the BDS and ya sound skins from war fans
Ya whole roster cant take on, one Sun of Man
Get ya street team, get ya sickest out, put ya posters up
Boost ya bucket up, still Razah gonna fuck it up

You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu we bustin' ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear to ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop

Industrialize niggaz change soon as ya get in
Throw 'em on a auction block, CEO's bidding
Highest price paid, for them wack rhymes made
It's over rated, cut off, never reinstated

I be fruitful and multiply with marvelous tales
Feed the hungry MCs and be starving as hell
I laid the first verse and quenched a dry ass niggaz thirst
Who drank my wisdom up like water, till his stomach burst

Full tank, with the premium quality raps
Mickey mouse niggaz get caught on the trap
Ya Cottonelle kids from Scottsdale cleanex
Looking like Rockwell wearing V necks

Ya learn from this earn from this
Niggaz getting tossed and turned for this, burned for this
Extort from a thousands degrees of live MCs
I melt ya niggaz down to the size of fleas

The microphonus, collect the bonus, aiyo, we on this
House niggaz verse the homeless
Ten to one, Tim's the one
Royal famous, the verbal painless

The dark gallery, million dollar pictures
Import from poor to riches, leanin' on doors
We move across the Brooklyn bridge doing 60
Illegal driving, from dusk to red dawn
The Gza, Genius, Wu tang we live long

True indeed, I hook tracks like my seed
Persona, wack MCs do me notta
King Solomon the great, came to evaporate the fake
Yeah you, you know your power U

Ya recognize the voice, it's that nigga from the Wu
Every dart I spit gets mastered and promoted
Ya just been demoted, 'cause ya sweet and sugar coated
Ya folded, ya style is half stale and molded, so mold it

You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu we bustin' ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear to ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop

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Bottle Poppin' - Lyrics - Hustlenomics - Yung Joc

Title: Bottle Poppin'
Album: Hustlenomics
Artist: Yung Joc
Composer(s): Jasiel Robinson

Lyric:
We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
Say, say you gettin? money, we, we ain?t seen nothin?

We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
Say, say you gettin? money, we, we ain?t seen nothin?

I pull up to the club, jumpin? out of Rovers
Lookin? like a car show, that?s the way we roll up
Dope boys showin? love, all the hoes know of us
Need extra security, they know they can?t control us

I see some niggas hatin?, I keep that Super Soaker
So I VIP my way, standin? on the sofas
Now watch me demonstrate the way a playa 'possed to
I done buried your weight, you know we throw them toasts up

Say you?re gettin? guap, well, shawty, we ain?t heard bout it
Finna set up shop, well, we ain?t even worried ?bout it
Word on the block, oh, they say you servin? pies
I think you need to stop, I got some killers that'll get that work up out 'em

I don?t got love for you busta's, unless you my kinfolk
Yeah, you smell that fruity fruit every time the wind blow
I throw away that chump change, I?m all about that bigger dough
Joc, he a hood nigga, just like Gorilla Zoe

We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
Say, say you gettin? money, we, we ain?t seen nothin?

We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
Say, say you gettin? money, we, we ain?t seen nothin?

When the money start droppin? all the hoes start jockin?
When them hoes start jockin? bottles start poppin?
When them bottles start poppin? you know that we're not stoppin?
I?ma keep bringin? bottles then them models start flockin?

I?ma throw a stack, she gon' throw it back
I pop the rubber band, she gon' pop her back
She know that I ball, she gon' grind the wall
She gon' bust it open for me and my dawgs

Got boys in the club comin? fresh from the trap
Watch them boys cuff their girls ?cuz they know we got them stacks
We in the middle of the flow from blowin? cush packs
I got my workers in the bathroom sellin? pill packs

Now the 40 don?t stop ?cuz they know we got that guap
She gon' make her booty clap and I?ma throw another knot
When the money still phat they know that it?s a wrap
Bottle poppin? over here, tell the DJ run it back

We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
Say, say you gettin? money, we, we ain?t seen nothin?

We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
Say, say you gettin? money, we, we ain?t seen nothin?

When my nigga Steve died, you know we popped them bottles
Niggas tried to run and hide, we went lookin? with them choppers
Now it?s time to take a ride in that all black Impala
If you niggas think I?m lyin' I put that on my momma

And that?s why every time his birthday come up
I?ma hit the town from sun down to sun up
Buy a couple rounds ?til they all get drug up
For my nigga I?m a clown like the number 1 stunner

Yeah, we in the club, my niggas on a pill or two
Throw that bitch a dub, tell that hoe I?m feeling you
Pour her some of this bub, yeah, that?s what I?m finna do
And then I ask the question, "Shorty what you?re in to?"

Then she started blushing, told me bring a friend or two
A whole lot of rubbers, we gon' cut her like a Ginsu
Flexin? 'bout some money, that?s the shit beginners do
She know I?m gettin? money and she wanna be a winner too

We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
Say, say you gettin? money, we, we ain?t seen nothin?

We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
Say, say you gettin? money, we, we ain?t seen nothin?

We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
Say, say you gettin? money, we, we ain?t seen nothin?

We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin?
(Shake it, shake it, shake it)
Say, say you gettin? money, we, we ain?t seen nothin?

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Hip Hop Fury - Lyrics - Genius

Title: Hip Hop Fury
Artist: Genius
Composer(s): Gary Grice, Ch'Ron Smith, Sulayman Ansari, Jason Dockery, Tim Drayton, Robert Diggs

Lyric:
You crunchy chump crabs, get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu, we bustin' ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop

Here's something to advertise, promote it keep the fan satisfied
Load data for the disc drive, ghetto citywide
Leave em paralyzed, they stolen every word I provide
Without no clearance, I nurture this track like Amish parents

Got requests from retail stores, for my appearance
First we target it, then they market it, to kill ya artist wit
The hungry shark, contra hit, whoever's starting shit
Got as many rap soldiers, for how much this record ships

Fuck them niggaz you record with, I make them forefeit
Send a bomb rap fed ex into ya office
Son we built and deliver, came to build with the Gza
Check the chorus from the Rza, the real album spitta

Me and my street team be holding congress meetings
Audio visual, video treatments internationally speaking
Got managers scared to shop you, ready to drop you
It's the coming of the newest hip hop Christ

Pop you, try the BDS and sound skins from war fans
Ya whole roster can't take on, one sun of man
Get ya street team, get ya sickest out, put ya posters up
Boost ya bucket up, still Razah gonna fuck it up

You crunchy chump crabs, get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu, we bustin' ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop

Industrialize niggaz change soon as ya get in
Throw 'em on a auction block, CEO's bidding
Highest price paid, for those wack rhymes made
It's over rated, cut off, never reinstated

I be fruitful, and multiply with marvelous tales
Feed the hungry MCs and be starving as hell
I laid the first verse and quenched a dry ass niggaz thirst
Who drank my wisdom up like water, till his stomach burst

Full tank, with the premium quality raps
Mickey mouse niggaz get caught on the trap
Ya cottonelle kids from Scottsdale cleanex
Looking like Rockwell wearing V necks

Ya learn from this earn from this
Niggaz getting tossed and turned for this, burned for this
Extort from a thousands degrees of live MCs
I melt ya niggaz down to the size of fleas

The microphones, collect the bonus, aiyo we on this
House niggaz verse the homeless
Ten to one, Tim's the one, royal famous,the verbal painless
The dark gallery, million dollar pictures

Import from poor to riches, leanin' on doors
We move across the Broklynn bridge doing 60
Illegal driving, from dusk to red dawn
The Gza-Genius, Wu-tang we live long

True indeed, I hook tracks like my seed
Persona, wack MCs do me notta
King Solomon the great, came to evaporate the fake
Yeah you, you know your power you

Ya recognize the voice, it's that nigga from the Wu
Every dart I spit gets mastered and promoted
Ya just been demoted, 'cause ya sweet and sugar coated
Ya folded, ya style is half stale and half molded, so mold it

You crunchy chump crabs, get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu, we bustin' ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop

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Big Daddy - Lyrics - Heavy D

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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