No Definition - Lyrics - GO! - Mario

Title: No Definition
Album: GO!
Artist: Mario
Composer(s): Patrick Michael Smith, Tim Mosley, King Logan, Jerome Harmon, Bale'Wa Muhammad, Candice Nelson, Ezekiel Lewis

Lyric:
I?m not your man, we?re more than friends
We make love but I don't call you my lover
I do for you, you do for me
It works because we don't smother each other

It's short and sweet, the time we spend
We can't take a second of it for granted, no
I barely understand it, not the way I planned it
Why can't it just be what it is?

What's in a name if we got what we need?
Ain't nobody coming between us but we
Everything I told you about my love I mean
I said everything that I said I mean

Actions speak louder than words
Baby, I'm gonna treat you the way you deserve
We don?t need, we don?t need definition
We don?t need, we don?t need definition

What I feel is real and if you look that up
On top of the word you'll see a picture of us
We don?t need, we don?t need definition
We don?t need, we don?t need definition

We shop, we dine, spend cuddle time
Come over but only on invitation
Knock, knock, in time we're borderline
I like you but don?t quit your occupation

My heart, my ace but just in case
Let's stay open to other situations
Why tell you we gonna be more? Keep you on a leash for?
I don?t wanna string you along, girl

What's in a name if we got what we need?
Ain't nobody coming between us but we
Everything I told you about my love I mean
I said everything that I said I mean

Actions speak louder than words
Baby, I'm gonna treat you the way you deserve
We don?t need, we don?t need definition
We don?t need, we don?t need definition

What I feel is real and if you look that up
On top of the word you'll see a picture of us
We don?t need, we don?t need definition
We don?t need, we don?t need definition

Girl, even though we used to the titles and givin' names
But maybe this time we should just leave this part alone
'Cause if this is working for us then it's working for us
Don?t go messing it up, don?t go messing it up

Even though we used to the titles and givin' names
But maybe this time we should just leave this part alone
'Cause if this is working for us then it's working for us
Don?t go messing it up, don?t go messing it up

Actions speak louder than words
Baby, I'm gonna treat you the way you deserve
We don?t need, we don?t need definition
We don?t need, we don?t need definition

What I feel is real and if you look that up
On top of the word you'll see a picture of us
We don?t need, we don?t need definition
We don?t need, we don?t need definition

Actions speak louder than words
Baby, I'm gonna treat you the way you deserve
We don?t need, we don?t need definition
We don?t need, we don?t need definition

What I feel is real and if you look that up
On top of the word you'll see a picture of us
We don?t need, we don?t need definition
We don?t need, we don?t need definition

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High Definition - Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool - Lupe Fiasco

Title: High Definition
Album: Lupe Fiasco's The Cool
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Lupe Fiasco, Cordozor Calvin Broadus, Alexander Shuckburgh, Pooh Bea

Lyric:
Gather 'round, go ahead and stair
These street folks don't need permission, my life's in hi-definition
Listen with your eyes, follow with your ears
I don't need no intermission, my life's in hi-definition

And my return is more like a re-up
I hold a whole like a tea cup
World in one hand, while the other hand throw the peace up
My other hand throwin' we without the E up

I got like 5 more man, I'm somethin' like Shiva
In that Fall of Rome number 4 deluxe
See I bin around the world like the nomb
But I come from a zone where the homes' all beat up

The folks unknown and the stones' all meet up
Police tap my phones, got my songs on speaker
Say he's back to poems, got their domes all geeked up
To get up on they throwns and become young leaders

Opera put it on my culture, now if that ain't wrong
Imus got it from the rhymers, now if that ain't blown
They gave my man 44, now if that ain't long
I put it all on my shoulders, now if that ain't strong

I made it out alive from the streets of the West side C-H-I
Now of that ain't home, you betta tell 'em

Gather 'round, go ahead and stair
These street folks don't need permission, my life's in hi-definition
Listen with your eyes, follow with your ears
I don't need no intermission, my life's in hi-definition

And in my flyness, I've become the hero and the sidekick
The rider and the nigga that I ride with
In ya ear, like the maker of 'The Vivrant'
A salaam alaikum to the maker of 'The Vivrant'

Them other niggas I don't vibe with
Now I was 'bout three when the eyes went
But I can see everythin' that you tryin' be
You can't hide it

While you comin' out your throat like a hymlic
I came up out the belly like a high scrip
Only my circumstance revised it
Hijacked the role and went and shot the pilot
I'm tryin' go public so I can get to private

Then send Bizzy to go and get the pirates
Then hit Africa try to fix the virus
Go back to the hood, tell Huggie open the hydrants
R I P stack B, I'ma keep you alive kid

Dressed in somethin' so fresh and wonderful
F N F and S N double O P

Gather 'round, go ahead and stair
These street folks don't need permission, my life's in hi-definition
Listen with your eyes, follow with your ears
I don't need no intermission, my life's in hi-definition

Lupy, it's Snoopy, let's go out
Tip toe through the door do it doggy style
And tell all my chicks, in she I cock owe
Lupy hit the Lotto, Snoopy hit bottle

Dolomite tight they bite it might follow
Take this chill pill will niggas swallow
Recital is very homicidal
The big screen will capture you, 'cause it's hi-definition

Listen cookin' collard greens in the kitchen
Them alphabet boys on a mission
If you out to get cash you better get it quick fast
Now a days niggas get to snitchin' on your bitch ass

You and ya boys best believe in them toys out your game
Specially when a nigga know your real name
Blam blam with the blammer
Smile nephew your on candid camera, film at eleven

Dressed in somethin' so fresh and wonderful
F N F and S N double O P

Gather 'round, go ahead and stair
These street folks don't need permission, my life's in hi-definition
Listen with your eyes, follow with your ears
I don't need no intermission, my life's in hi-definition

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Hood Star - Lyrics - Omarion

Title: Hood Star
Artist: Omarion
Composer(s): Darhyl Camper, Omari Grandberry, Rufus Moore, Jordan Suecof, Shad Moss

Lyric:
Ay man, this what the world been waitin' on, dawg
New beginning, my niggas, prince of the rap game you know
Me Bow Weezy, The Ambassador
Omarion, dig dat homeboy

Squeeze the life out of the game, so call me python
Nigga, I transform when they turn them lights on
Mic on, ice on, yeah, I gets my shine on
Mr. Money ain?t a thang, Jr. wit' Omarion

And I confess that I?m feelin? myself
I confess that I?m in it the wealth, with money under my belt
So much R 'n' B baby, that my show could be shelved
I'm lost in the flow, I can't be helped

I got a swag that can't be chromed
Got a Benz and a Bentley and a Lac and a Jag on chrome
I?m a boss, watch your mouth, boy
The hood love what I do

Live the life of a hood star, ?cause your boy nice wit' it
Girls line up at the bar, it's ?cause I?m nice wit' it
Forget the price, get it, they talkin? but we live it
They talkin? but we live it, the definition of nice

Live the life of a hood star, ?cause your boy nice wit it
Girls line up at the bar, it's ?cause I?m nice wit it
Forget the price, get it, they talkin? but we live it
They talkin? but we live it, the definition of nice

Look, I can't describe how I feel man
It's like any time I breathe I make a million
Shows we gon? pack ?em out, money come in large amounts
Ball until we fall, nigga, yeah, that?s what I?m talkin? ?bout

Screamin? like guns started poppin? in the club
The only thing poppin? is bottles fillin? my cup
Then we step on stage, it?s like the Twin Towers was born
Fire in my eyes, ice in my veins, it?s on

Ay, the big game is ruthless, Phantom ruthless
Young Bow Weezy definition what the truth is
I'm err where the money be, err where the honeys be
You lookin? at the real shit, other niggas wanna be

Columbus to LA, you lames know just how we get down
Go to any city and we shuttin? down your hometown
We young wit' it, cocky, yeah, we the problem
Dynamic duo but not Batman and Robin

I got a swag that cant be matched
Got a house in the hills and it looks like a car show in the back
I'm a boss, boy
The hood love what I do

Live the life of a hood star, ?cause your boy nice wit' it
Girls line up at the bar, it's ?cause I?m nice wit' it
Forget the price, get it, they talkin? but we live it
They talkin? but we live it, the definition of nice

Live the life of a hood star, ?cause your boy nice wit' it
Girls line up at the bar, it's ?cause I?m nice wit' it
Forget the price, get it, they talkin? but we live it
They talkin? but we live it, the definition of nice

I'm sayin? man, this what we do, you know what I?m sayin?
24, 7, 365, you know
They talkin? but we live it
They talkin? but we live it, the definition of nice
I live it man

Live the life of a hood star, ?cause your boy nice wit' it
Girls line up at the bar, it's ?cause I?m nice wit' it
Forget the price, get it, they talkin? but we live it
They talkin? but we live it, the definition of nice

Live the life of a hood star, ?cause your boy nice wit' it
Girls line up at the bar, it's ?cause I?m nice wit' it
Forget the price, get it, they talkin? but we live it
They talkin? but we live it, the definition of nice

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Hood Star - Lyrics - Face Off - Bow Wow

Title: Hood Star
Album: Face Off
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Darhyl Camper, Omari Grandberry, Rufus Moore, Jordan Suecof, Shad Moss

Lyric:
Ay man, this what the world been waitin' on, dawg
New beginning, my niggas, prince of the rap game you know
Me Bow Weezy, The Ambassador
Omarion, dig dat homeboy

Squeeze the life out of the game, so call me python
Nigga, I transform when they turn them lights on
Mic on, ice on, yeah, I gets my shine on
Mr. Money ain?t a thang, Jr. wit' Omarion

And I confess that I?m feelin? myself
I confess that I?m in it the wealth, with money under my belt
So much R 'n' B baby, that my show could be shelved
I'm lost in the flow, I can't be helped

I got a swag that can't be chromed
Got a Benz and a Bentley and a Lac and a Jag on chrome
I?m a boss, watch your mouth, boy
The hood love what I do

Live the life of a hood star, ?cause your boy nice wit' it
Girls line up at the bar, it's ?cause I?m nice wit' it
Forget the price, get it, they talkin? but we live it
They talkin? but we live it, the definition of nice

Live the life of a hood star, ?cause your boy nice wit it
Girls line up at the bar, it's ?cause I?m nice wit it
Forget the price, get it, they talkin? but we live it
They talkin? but we live it, the definition of nice

Look, I can't describe how I feel man
It's like any time I breathe I make a million
Shows we gon? pack ?em out, money come in large amounts
Ball until we fall, nigga, yeah, that?s what I?m talkin? ?bout

Screamin? like guns started poppin? in the club
The only thing poppin? is bottles fillin? my cup
Then we step on stage, it?s like the Twin Towers was born
Fire in my eyes, ice in my veins, it?s on

Ay, the big game is ruthless, Phantom ruthless
Young Bow Weezy definition what the truth is
I'm err where the money be, err where the honeys be
You lookin? at the real shit, other niggas wanna be

Columbus to LA, you lames know just how we get down
Go to any city and we shuttin? down your hometown
We young wit' it, cocky, yeah, we the problem
Dynamic duo but not Batman and Robin

I got a swag that cant be matched
Got a house in the hills and it looks like a car show in the back
I'm a boss, boy
The hood love what I do

Live the life of a hood star, ?cause your boy nice wit' it
Girls line up at the bar, it's ?cause I?m nice wit' it
Forget the price, get it, they talkin? but we live it
They talkin? but we live it, the definition of nice

Live the life of a hood star, ?cause your boy nice wit' it
Girls line up at the bar, it's ?cause I?m nice wit' it
Forget the price, get it, they talkin? but we live it
They talkin? but we live it, the definition of nice

I'm sayin? man, this what we do, you know what I?m sayin?
24, 7, 365, you know
They talkin? but we live it
They talkin? but we live it, the definition of nice
I live it man

Live the life of a hood star, ?cause your boy nice wit' it
Girls line up at the bar, it's ?cause I?m nice wit' it
Forget the price, get it, they talkin? but we live it
They talkin? but we live it, the definition of nice

Live the life of a hood star, ?cause your boy nice wit' it
Girls line up at the bar, it's ?cause I?m nice wit' it
Forget the price, get it, they talkin? but we live it
They talkin? but we live it, the definition of nice

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Definition Of A Thug Nigga - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: Definition Of A Thug Nigga
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): W Iii Griffin, L Mitzell, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
My definition of a thug nigga
(Nobody's, closin' me out of my business)

I played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still livin'
Pack my nine 'til it's time to go to prison
As I'm bailin' down the block where I come from, still gotta pack a gun
'Case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb

I guess I live life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' 'til the early mornin' 'cause I'm strugglin'
Like drinkin' liquor make the money come quicker
Gettin' pages from my bitch, it's time to dick her

I ain't in love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her
Drop off and let the next nigga get her
That's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make the dough
Break a hoe when it's time to make some mo'

I keep my finger on the trigger of my glock
Ridin' down the block lickin' shots at the punk-ass
And spittin' game through my mobile phone
The type of shit to get them hoes to bone
My definition of a thug nigga

'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' like a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' like a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' like a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be servin'

Well, I roll with a crew of zoo niggaz
They're quick to pull a nine when it's time do niggaz
Comin' through like I'm two niggaz, a true nigga fuck a Zig Zag
Roll me a blunt and pass that brew nigga

I'm drivin' drunk on the freeway, so take it easy
Lookin' for a new face to skeeze me
Everybody's lookin' for a nut but I'm searchin' for the big bucks
Give a fuck rather die than be stuck

In a one-room shack and kickin' back
Daydreamin' with the nine in my lap
So how's that from the mind of a thug nigga?
Bought a fo'-five 'cause I heard that the slug's bigger

Figure the first motherfucker to jump'll find hisself
Gettin' swept off his feet by the pump
I put that on my moms, word to the motherfuckin' trigger
Before I go broke I'll be a drug dealer, a thug nigga

'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' like a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' like a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' like a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be servin'

Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime
So here we go, we in the inner city
I keep my hand on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is shitty

Niggaz don't like me 'cause I'm makin' ends
Roll in a Benz and I blaze a blunt 'cause I'm all in
And any nigga tryin' to take what I got'll
Half the deal with the sixteen-shot glock

So here we go, I can't be faded
Happy in the motherfucker, finally made it
Got my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger
And I ain't takin' shit from no niggaz

I'm just tryin' to make some money right
Put some motherfuckin' food in my tummy right
I'm feelin' good like I'm supposed to, ready to ball
Find a spot and we can serve 'em all
My definition of a thug nigga

'Tis the season to be servin'
Mobbin' like a motherfucker every single day
(My definition of a thug nigga)
'Tis the season to be servin'
Mobbin' like a motherfucker every single day
(My definition of a thug nigga)

'Tis the season to be servin'
Mobbin' like a motherfucker every single day
(My definition of a thug nigga)
'Tis the season to be servin'

Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business

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Temptation Pt.1 - Lyrics - Fat Joe

Title: Temptation Pt.1
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Khaled Khaled, Joseph Cartagena

Lyric:
Beat Novacane

Lord forgive my temptation to kill
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
Motherfucker die, don't look in my eye
Take this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya

Lord forgive my temptation to kill
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
Motherfucker die, don't look in my eye
Take this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya

Yup, death ain't sweet man
But it's a fact that one day ya breath gon' cease
Some niggaz get cremated, others rest in peace
You can get shot tomorrow if you test these streets

Go against Crack, that's a problem
I'm a driveby, stabbin', napalm kinda problem
Choose one, the AK or revolver
I'll leave your body leakin' layin' on the carpet

Yeah, this nigga don't care
Have your head spinnin' like that chick Linda Blair
I'm the Exorcist, niggaz don't know when they exit is
But I keep a K that 'cause a mass Exodus

You don't want no problems
Fuckin' with these frauders
I had the ambulance racin' the street
Have your poor momma raisin' the sheets, motherfucker

Lord forgive my temptation to kill
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
Motherfucker die, don't look in my eye
Take this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya

Lord forgive my temptation to kill
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
Motherfucker die, don't look in my eye
Take this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya

Let me tell you 'bout myself, you can find me alone
On the streets of the Bronx, that's the county I own
Well, at least that's the one I'm claimin'
You know a motherfucker that's realer then name him

Damn near a decade done passed and we still on top
My nigga Pun died, niggaz thought the shit gon' stop
I'm not concerned with the rumors and the small talk
Thought a nigga learned when he caught it and he walked off

Shoulda put the burn to a nigga so he'd slow down
Niggaz won't be thinkin' that's it rap, when it go down
In L.A. we got Bloods and Crips, in Chi-Town the Kings
Got other mob bosses kissin' my ring

Don't confuse me wit'cha favorite MC
Difference is this mans'll kill him as a favor for me
Until then it's just

[Incomprehensible]

Lord forgive my temptation to kill
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
Motherfucker die, don't look in my eye
Take this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya

Lord forgive my temptation to kill
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
Motherfucker die, don't look in my eye
Take this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya

Yo, wake up in a cold sweat
5:15 in the mornin', hear my phone ring
It's my nigga Ant speedin', slow down dog
You actin' like the po-po chasin' ya, be easy

He tellin me, "Crack where the fuck is you at?"
"I'm at the Hotel Radisson, hour ago
I did a show out in Patterson, took the bitch home
Nigga you know she was the baddest one, ass was the fattest one"

This nigga Ant yell, "Crack what's her name?"
"Carmen, why you stallin', why the fuck you callin'?"
He said, "Joe they tryin' to set you up
Put you six feet deep tryin' to wet you up"

"You know that nigga Pablo from Ave
Now he push pounds of blow, niggaz swear he bad"
"Yeah, Mr. Friendly, he's pussy I bet'cha"
"Nah, he sent his sister to the club to come get'cha"

"Damn, wake up ma
I'm sho' gon' miss ya purty face suckin' my dick, bitch"

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Redefine - Lyrics - S.C.I.E.N.C.E. - Incubus

Title: Redefine
Album: S.C.I.E.N.C.E.
Artist: Incubus
Composer(s): Jose Anthony Ii Pasillas, Brandon Charles Boyd, Alex Katunich, Gavinn Koppel, Michael Aaron Einziger

Lyric:
Imagine your brain as a
Canister filled with ink
Yeah, now think of your body
As the pen where the ink resides
Fuse the two, kapok
What are you now?
You're the human magic marker, won't you
Please surprise my eyes?

It's in your nature
You can paint whatever picture
You like no matter what
Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight
So modify this third rock from the sun
By painting myriads of pictures
With the colors of one

I'm sick of painting in black and white
My pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself
To fit your definition

I'm sick of painting in black and white
My pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself
To fit your definition

Picture the scene
Where whatever you thought
Would, in the blink of an eye
Manifest and become illustrated
You'd be sure man that every
Line drawn reflected
A life that you loved
Not an existence that you hated

So, must we demonstrate that
We can't get it straight?
We've painted a picture
Now we're drowning in paint
Lets figure out what the fuck it's about
Before the picture we painted
Chews us up and spits us out

I'm sick of painting in black and white
My pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself
To fit your definition

I'm sick of painting in black and white
My pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself
To fit your definition

What, what
What, what
What, what
What, what
Redefine

I'm sick of painting in black and white
My pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself
To fit your definition

So, must we demonstrate that
We can't get it straight?
We've painted a picture
Now we're drowning in paint
Lets figure out what the fuck it's about
Before the picture we painted
Chews us up and spits us out

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Warrior Song - Lyrics - God's Son - Nas

Title: Warrior Song
Album: God's Son
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Alicia Augello-Cook, Nasir Jones, Kut

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Lyric:
Uh, If I can teach somethin' so dear
And hope somebody learn somethin' from it
And give it back

They can't break me or shake me, they too fake to come kill me
Think they faith this was Satan, they mistake me I'm filthy
Rich off the ghetto madness, so now they wanna dare me
It's gonna be a murder confront me, the burners are empty
Middle Passage I made it, I'm from the land of David
The Nazarene of Bethlehem they had me wrapped in blankets
That bunch of backward gangsters, that sign of Alpha Davis
Snitches with smile-like faces got you blowin' trial I hear this

Hopin' my child can see through this tryna be a good daddy
I was there when she was born and she'll be there when I'm buried
Kind o' waitin' is scary, all my years have prepared me
What I fear is my temper, I subject to the center
Right through a man's soul straight through his eyes
Straight through his heart, I'm still alive how did I make it this far?

'Cause I been high I been low, searchin' for a way to go
Every single night I pray
And Lord I'm on this battleground, lost just waitin' to be found
I guess it's just a warrior's way

This is the song, for my warriors, a warrior song
Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior
Gonna keep marchin' on
To the sound of our own beatin' drum

Like King Nasir fightin' the British regime
I can't cope my existence is hope for younger teens who lost in their world
Earlier this year I buried my queen in a gold casket
Your mother's the closest thing to God that you ever have kid
I'm askin', what would you do at your own mom's funeral?
Wanna pick her up out of it, this can't be real
Tellin' my daughter grandma's gone, but I can't keep still
I can't go on, responsible for so many

Her last days at the hospital
Visits from family I'm tryin' not to bust shots at niggas
Wishin' death on other nigga's mothers ain't right but why mommy?
She raised me in the projects alone
Her untimely exit from her, heavenly body
Got me ready to embody somethin' quickly
Can't be happy, fuck a party she can't party with me
So your apologies are burnin' ya own souls
To the kids with no parents at home, grab a whole

This is the song, for my warriors, a warrior song
Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior
Gonna keep marchin' on
To the sound of our own beatin' drum

Fight 'til the fight is over, for my peoples I die see
When you thought they were soldiers they turned out to be nobodies
I think they out to get me, helpless was livin' sinful
If you was me all this pain I'm feelin' would bend and killed you
I'm a warrior, it only made me stronger
But in my head it gets darker who wishin' evil on ya?
Sometimes I wish I was dead
But I took heed to the cause I'm a warrior, yeah

'Cause I been high I been low, searchin' for a way to go
Every single night I pray
And Lord I'm on this battleground, lost just waitin' to be found
I guess it's just a warrior's way

This is the song, for my warriors, a warrior song
Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior
Gonna keep marchin' on
To the sound of our own beatin' drum
This is the song, for my warriors, a warrior song
Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior
Gonna keep marchin' on
To the sound of our own beatin' drum

This to all my warriors, who breathe with the heart of a lion
To everybody that lost their mother, their father, rest in peace moms!
My mother's last words, "Never give up"
A true warrior, who raised me in the hood, in a war
Love ya girl, y'kno keep marchin'
Yea yea yea, you never give up
To all my warriors, haha
Braveheart, braveheart, definition of a warrior

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1 In The Morning - Lyrics - The DEFinition - Ll Cool J

Title: 1 In The Morning
Album: The DEFinition
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Damon Blackman, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
It's one in the mornin'
You know what time it is
It's one in the mornin'
It's one in the mornin'
You gonna have come out your clothes on this one

Yeah I'm still at it, the microphone addict
You get your dome splattered, cause homie will not have it
Your ashes get scattered across the Atlantic
For actin' like you a teenage chick with her bra padded
You might laugh at it, but if you do the knowledge
It's really a tad tragic how they runnin' through they cabbage
You know my track record, L battle like a savage
I think and grow rich, that gives me the advantage
Uncle L L, I got product for sale
So I can bail Al Sharpton out of jail
Somebody gotta do it, somebody in the black community
Gotta get this money while y'all march for unity
So march on, I'ma get my Bentley park on
Then get my dogs a platform to bark on
The realest brother, you Nicole Kidman, one of the others
Children shiverin' under the covers
The man in black, the tilted fedora hat
I'm bringin' it raw, you never want your money back
I'm focused baby, livin' like a quarterback
Playin' in the wishbone, L keep options black
Systematically, burn you like calories
Watch your mouth, go earn your lil' salary
I'm a classic like Nike Airs and wallabies
You could catch it like the flu, homie follow me

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
It's one in the mornin', who wanna go?

That's right sleeping beauty, wake up see the light
That Tylenol P M got you caught for your B M
Everybody can see, I'm the king of rippin' coliseums
C'mon, use a male groupie beggin' for per diem
A fruitcake laid out in the mausoleum
I'm the richest man in Babylon, nobody could see him
Money's my slave, it do what I say
It cry for me, like Denzel in glory
But I broke the cycle, no more poverty
I wonder if you hatin' on the low, probably
But cats know I'm real, I keep 'em on they heels
Damn, look at my body, could have been a navy seal
But you lack the discipline to do what I do
Reinvention, I'm in the eleventh dimension
I'm a value stock pop, get it while it's hot
'Cause once I blow, I'ma split and that's it

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
It's one in the mornin', who wanna go?

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
Aiyyo E's, it's one o'clock
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
Time to get one and bounce baby
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
It's time to get one and bounce, you know what time it is?
It's one in the mornin', who wanna go?

Your honor, last week he punched me in my face
I want twenty million, you know he liftin' weights
Last week, me and the President was takin' flicks
Last week, my video dropped and you was sick
Last week, I copped my lil' shorty some kicks
That cost twenty nine hundred, homie you don't want it
My ears stay flooded like your man stay blunted
My American Express is black, I'm at the summit
The Benjamin Grier of Def Jam, y'all know
My portfolio was sicker than polio
For real God is good, he took me out the hood
Got me livin' in a mansion like a big boy should
And I never do cribs, I ain't gonna have y'all fruitcakes
Knowin' how I live, bed extra big
You sit around, run your mouth, potbelly on the couch
Claimin' you hot but honey what you wove out
When she alone, pump l, I make her bounce
You on the corner riskin' your life to sell a ounce
Wish you was Pablo, lay in the carbo
With a chick named Margo who flew from Chicago
But no, in real life cats catch it
It's not what you expected huh? Life kinda hectic huh?

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
It's one in the mornin', who wanna go?

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
It's the definition
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
Definition
It's one in the mornin', go
Definition potna, eleven in a row

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Nuttin' Nis Funky - Lyrics - This Is An EP Release - Digital Underground

Title: Nuttin' Nis Funky
Album: This Is An EP Release
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): Gregory Jacobs, Miles Davis

Lyric:
Yeah well, we're back with another one
Comin? hard and got suckers on the run
You say, you guys are known for havin? fun
Yeah well, we'll do what has to be done for us to be number one
And you ain't never heard nuthin? this funky, son

You ain't never heard nuthin? this funky ever, it's too clever
Rhyme goes through your mind
Like a guillotine severs the head, my friend
And you will never hear nobody rap like this again

You ain't heard nuttin? this funky, brother, it's like no other
You feel the bass bouncin? off the walls like rubber
The Real McCoy, this ain't no toy or another
How do we do it? Yo, go ask your mother

The freak need us, beat leaders
Let me tell you somethin?
You ain't heard nuttin this funky, Peter
So listen up as we begin, aiyyo Fuze, rub the record in

?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky

The definition of a rhyme breeder, beat needer
We're the cold party heaters
Comin? through the woofers and the tweeters
Funky dope MC leaders rhyme hungry hip-hop listener feeders

The definition of a rhyme sayer, beat layer
Mothersucker perpetrator slayer, layin? down the law like the Mayor
You're out of luck, Hucklebuck, I'll suck you up like a now or later
You say that you're a trooper, then I'm Darth Vader
You're a Cowboy then I'm a Raider

You can't compete ?cause you're incomplete, need to be completed
You're style is weak, you're obsolete, need to be deleted
Short on the things that you needed
So what you got a top ten song ?cause you cheated

If you worked in a kitchen, it'd be sweeter
From the rappin? that I hear, you'd make a better egg beater
A teeter totter or should I say, totter teeter
You're through, you're a court and we're leaders

We got the style you admire, the rhymes you desire
Well, you ain't heard nuttin? this slick you trick
?Cause you're a flick from a Bic and we're a bonfire

?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky, yeah
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky
You ain't heard nuttin' this funky

?Cause I roll up fast like a cheetah, get out the two-seater
Walk up on a girl named Anita or Rita
Ask her for change to put money in the meter
Didn't really need it just a smooth way to meet her

Or a fly way to treat her
She said, "I'm hungry" so I took her out to feed her
She was a pocket feeder chicken, fajita pita eater
I said, "Yo, eat how ya like" then took her home and G'd her

The definition of a funky rhyme master
Cleverly put together but not necessarily sayin? it faster
Ya see, that style isn't hard at all
The object of the game is to have a ball y'all

And to see who can come the funkiest
Lot of MC's think it's just a speed contest
They wanna brag about the neighborhood, oh you wanna boast?
We come from different cities and we're coast to coast, ya see

But right now we're based in Oakland
(Oakland)
Everywhere we go we leave the microphone smokin?
Yo bro I'm not jokin?
Leave MC's standin? still with their mouths hangin? open

Walk offstage and leave the next act
Scratchin? his head like a monkey
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin? this funky

'Cause you ain't heard nuttin? this funky
'Cause you ain't heard nuttin? this funky
'Cause you ain't heard nuttin? this funky

Leave a sucker standin? still confused
?Cause he never heard nuttin? this funky
You ain't heard nuttin? this funky
Ah, yeah

Why don't you tell ?em Hump
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky
Whassup y'all, Humpty Hump in the house
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky

Yeah
You know what?
You ain't heard nuttin' this funky
Let me bust a rhyme, c'mon
Get in

You ain't heard nuttin' this funky son, we're number one
Humpty Hump in the house, gonna show you how it's done
With professional rhymes, I gotta question for your mind
Have you ever heard anythin' this funky, son?

Yeah man, I was out on the street
These guys came on by in this, car man playin' some beat

You ain't heard nuttin' this funky nigga, how ya figure?
My mouth's on the mic like a finger on a trigger nigga
And when I squeeze I'ma getcha
You never heard nuthin' this funky now didja

And if you're large, we're bigger
You bust a weak ass rhyme and then expect me to dig ya
Humpty Hump's in the house with the locals
Yo, Schmoove kick the vocals

Humpty Hump's in the house with the locals
Yo, Schmoove kick the vocals

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

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

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Lyric:
LL
N O Joe, hit me baby!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Picture Perfect - Lyrics - Exclusive - Chris Brown

Title: Picture Perfect
Album: Exclusive
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Will Adams, Christopher Brown, Keith Harris

Lyric:
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
You might've seen her on every cover
Of every magazine
But can't nobody get her but me

Uh oh, there she go
Uh oh, there she go
Uh oh, there she go
Can't nobody get her but me

Hot, damn, let me tell you, man
She look so good, I'ma say it again
So good that I can't explain
When she do what she do she gon? do her thang

Over here, Miss Lane
Come on, get fly with a Superman
You ain't gotta worry, I won't play no games
Baby, tonight

So don't front
You know you wanna stay
It's all fun
So baby, come and play

It's picture perfect the way you work it, girl
What's your purpose? ?Cause I deserve it, girl
Before we get into somethin? crazy
All ya?ll fellows back up off my lady

Get you one ?cause I got that one
Get you one ?cause I got that one
Get you one ?cause I got that one
Get you one ?cause I got that, got that

It's the way she wears her clothes
The beauty of a low
The definition of a star
Wanna meet her?

You might've seen her on every cover
Of every magazine
But can't nobody get her but me

Uh oh, there she go
Uh oh, there she go
Uh oh, there she go
Can't nobody get her but me

Damn girl, set my flame ablaze
Top model chick from my favorite page
At the same time from around the way
When she break it down she gon? do her thang

After the beat drop
You can hear the bass from the parkin? lot
You ain't gotta worry, you won't tell me stop
Baby, tonight

So don't front
You know you wanna stay
It's all fun
So baby, come and play

It's picture perfect the way you work it, girl
What's your purpose? ?Cause I deserve it, girl
Before we get into somethin? crazy
All y'all fellows back up off my lady

Get you one ?cause I got that one
Get you one ?cause I got that one
Get you one ?cause I got that one
Get you one ?cause I got that, got that

It's the way she wears her clothes
The beauty of a low
The definition of a star
Wanna meet her?

You might've seen her on every cover
Of every magazine
But can't nobody get her but me

Uh oh, there she go
Uh oh, there she go
Uh oh, there she go
Can't nobody get her but me

Hot damn, I got the hottest chick
She gotta be a goddess, her body's sick
3D booty like holy
She holdin? them Angela Jolie lips

Wit the tig ol' bits
Willy get whipped when she wiggle it
She jiggle it, my stick gets stiff
Make a brother think she a hypnotist

'Cause she hypnotize
Brothers gon? trip when she arrives
Lookin? like she fell out the sky
Heaven's missin? an angel, guys gon? cry

'Cause she chillin? with me
I am Willy in love with Double D cups
And she's that honey
Just need one, I don't need many

She loves me, never money or pennies
Look if you want, brother, you ain't gettin? any
That's mine, yep, yep, that's right, sonny
Get you one ?cause that's my honey

Get you one ?cause I got that one
Get you one ?cause I got that one
Get you one ?cause I got that one
Get you one ?cause I got that, got that

It's the way she wears her clothes
The beauty of a low
The definition of a star

Get you one ?cause I got that one
Get you one ?cause I got that one
Get you one ?cause I got that one
Get you one ?cause I got that
Got that, got that, got that, got that
Got that, got that, got that, got that

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Definition Of A Don - Lyrics - Jealous Ones Still Envy - Fat Joe

Title: Definition Of A Don
Album: Jealous Ones Still Envy
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Joseph Cartagena, A Maman

Lyric:
Yeah, definition of a don
It's like I gotta keep remindin' you and remindin' you
Who's that nigga, you heard the kid
Fly was on the casket of all those who oppose the squad us
It's the motherfuckin' don Cartagena ya heard
What?

They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack
You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks?
You stuck being in jacks on the blocks with your paps
And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back
Damn papi, you're shit is icey now
In the bronx witcha Benz rims pokin' out
You got the niggaz in the pen straight lockin' out
But when the don is on nigga close your mouth

Yeah, yo, you wouldn't understand my story of life I live
Most niggaz that really know me got life as bids
The trife as kids, this ain't no scarface shit
These niggaz really will kill you, your wife and kids
I walked through many blocks niggaz couldn't stand on
Had shit locked before I had a glock to even put my hands on
Before I had the doe to put my fams on
Before I had rocks sealed in pink tops, tryin' to get a gram off
A wild adolescent, raised by the street

Mesmerized by the dealers and the places they eat
And when they blazed the heat, I was the shorty to take the hand off
Run upstairs, tryin' to sneak the gat past grand moms
This is how it should be done, my life
Is identical to none, son tried to duplicate but I knew he was fake
'Cuz every time I walked by he turned blue in the face
I'm like heavy on the leg when I pop
All my change is like heavy on the weight when I cop
It's just the way it's done
Niggaz tell me they respect the way I blaze them guns
On hold it down for the bronx in the name of pun

They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack
You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks?
You stuck being in jacks on the blocks with your paps
And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back
Damn papi, you're shit is icey now
In the bronx witcha Benz rims pokin' out
You got the niggaz in the pen straight lockin' out
But when the don is on nigga close your mouth

Yeah, my name ring bells like a P O
Put the pressure on a nigga like I'm right at the doe
With the muzzle out, nigga can't shoke with my dough
I'm at his mothers house
Beat up his pops, put the pistol in his brother's mouth
Wave bricks, whips, jerked a few coke and next play the strip
With chrome knowin' that they won't forget
And on the weekends we shut down clubs
You know them crazy Peurto ricans always fuckin' it up
If I can't afford it, I'm a extort it

If I can't cut it, I'm a bake it
Strip you niggaz butt-naked, I'm a thorough bred
Carry guns and pump heroin
Never went O.T. I'm too light for Maryland
I'd rather play the streets of New York
Where the friends are guaranteed
To keep the meat on my fork
I'm just a hustler, feds put the tap
On our phones in hopes of cuffin' us
Then wonder why we livin' life so illustrious

They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack
You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks?
You stuck being in jacks on the blocks with your paps
And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back
Damn papi, you're shit is icey now
In the bronx witcha Benz rims pokin' out
You got the niggaz in the pen straight lockin' out
But when the don is on nigga close your mouth

They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack
You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks?
You stuck being in jacks on the blocks with your paps
And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back
Damn papi, you're shit is icey now
In the bronx witcha Benz rims pokin' out
You got the niggaz in the pen straight lockin' out
But when the don is on nigga close your mouth

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40 - Gouda - Lyrics - My Ghetto Report Card - E

Title: 40 - Gouda
Album: My Ghetto Report Card
Artist: E
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Earl T. Stevens, Thomas Jackson

Lyric:
Gouda, sick wid it records
BME, Warner Brothers, the machinery
Ooh, look out pimp
Heavy on the grindin' entertainment
Stovetop productions

Ooh, hustlers are us
My game sharper than an elephant's tusk
Me, myself and I the only that I can trust
Sleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch

I got my hands and everything, I'm real instrumental
I'm as real as they come and don't need no bitch potential
When I was comin' up there certain things we don't allow
Like long fingernails and men arching they eyebrows

Here's another thing I don't condone and don't approve
How all of a sudden snitchin' became cool? I dunno
Gamed up I be chewin' on this mack granite
OG Jay be stomped that laced that niggas posted never can

I brought the baddest broad in the whole facilitation
All by way of mouthpiece just by my manipulation
I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst
Persuade the broad to put on the dress and break her for her purse

Ten wraps and a rubber band
(Gouda)
Three or four more in my other hand
(Gouda)
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
(Gouda)
Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty
(Chalupa)

Gettin' money, I'm a stunna, man
(Gouda)
In a Lac shootin' box like a hundred grand
(Gouda)
Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five
(Gouda)
Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing?
(Chalupa)

A day in the life on the soil in caliscrillya
Take the wrong turn and these youngstas out here kill ya
Well, I ain't concerned, they love us hustlas and dealers
They wanna tear our houses down so they can build some ikeas

Ooh, just tryna get my point across
Where I'm from it's pandemonium and chaos
Where I'm from the lights is off, we use matches
Where I'm from we do it bare-faced instead of ski masks

Ooh, no more talking on them cells
I heard the federal went ahead and bought Nextels, what?
Ooh, over crowded jails
They got us sleepin' in the gym instead of our own cells

Ooh, put our yeti together
Me and my investors, we flippin' ten or better
I got some Gouda, got a little bit of cheddar
My medallion got more colors than a peacock feather

Ten wraps and a rubber band
(Gouda)
Three or four more in my other hand
(Gouda)
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
(Gouda)
Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty
(Chalupa)

Gettin' money, I'm a stunna, man
(Gouda)
In a Lac shootin' box like a hundred grand
(Gouda)
Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five
(Gouda)
Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing?
(Chalupa)

Gettin' money, I'm a stunna man
With bitch like I do little whips about the stunna van
My advice she a runner man
Off top, I'ma boss, shoe box full of rubber bands

Contraband on the other hand
Big girls, big quips, turn around, roll center man
On the real, I'm a gentleman
Put the scrilla, I'm a killa, man, hit it like a little man

What you doin' with that?
From the scratch, we can load up the Lac
A 1, we can bring that back from day 1, we get them wraps
Big stacks from the back of the shack

I buy the weed man
Hella turkey bags just to put my weed in
Oh, we gettin' Chalupa
Wrapped cheese in a rubber band and call it the Gouda

Ten wraps and a rubber band
(Gouda)
Three or four more in my other hand
(Gouda)
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
(Gouda)
Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty
(Chalupa)

Gettin' money, I'm a stunna, man
(Gouda)
In a Lac shootin' box like a hundred grand
(Gouda)
Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five
(Gouda)
Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing?
(Chalupa)

Look out pimp, aight, what it do
We gettin' it, so whatchu need?
(Gouda)
Bay business, so whatchu need?
(Gouda)
We gettin' it, so whatchu need?
(Gouda)
Ice, pussy, so whatchu need?
(Chalupa)

We gettin' it, so whatchu need?
(Gouda
Bay business, so whatchu need?
(Gouda)
We gettin' it, so whatchu need?
(Gouda)
Sick wid it, so whatchu need?
(Chalupa)

We doin' way too much
(Gouda)
We never watered down, we doin' way too much
(Gouda)
And you don't wanna stunt with us
(Gouda
Hustlers R us, we doin' way too much
(Chalupa)

We doin' way too much
(Gouda)
We never watered down, we doin' way too much
(Gouda)
And you don't wanna stunt with us
(Gouda)
Hustlers are us, we doin' way too much
(Chalupa)

Ten wraps and a rubber band
Three or four more in my other hand
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty

Gettin' money, I'm a stunna, man
In a Lac shootin' box like a hundred grand
Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five
Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing?

The definition of Gouda, what's the definition?
Chalupa, scrilla, scratch, paper, yaper, capital
The definition, Gouda means cheese and cheese
Means yaper you square ass square butts, biatch
Let's get back to what we'se talkin' about earlier
What was we talkin' about earlier, pimp?
Hustlers, hustlers are us, look out, look out, pimp

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Can'T Explain It - Lyrics - The DEFinition - Ll Cool J

Title: Can'T Explain It
Album: The DEFinition
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Walter Milsap, Candice Nelson, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
I can't explain it
You know it's that moment
It's just that moment
Y' know wa' I'm sayin? I can't explain it

Can't explain it
My love, when we're together
You're the greatest, nobody does it better
When you hold me
I wish that I could be your one and only
Nobody does it better

I understand you want canaries on your hand
Masterpiece roley, gold tri color band
Cute wedding pictures sittin' on the nightstand
You don't wanna make it happen unless it's the right man
I know you won't touch me unless you trust me
You kiss me and hug me but still won't crush me
I'm kissin' on your neck real tender
Gentle as can be but you still won't surrender
Let me kiss your eyes
Let the smell of the incense enhance the vibe
I pull back to stare at your eyes
Sittin' there quiet like I'm hypnotized
We kiss a little more, laugh and smile
Might even share a lollipop, you know my style
Kick your Charles Davids off, relax for a while
Let's pretend that we're walkin' down the aisle
I can't explain it

Can't explain it
My love when we're together
You're the greatest, nobody does it better
When you hold me
I wish that I could be your one and only
Nobody does it better

Straight up, you beautiful B
I don't think you understand what you doin' to me
On the couch witcha legs crossed, watchin' TV
Shoe hangin off the tip of your foot, you killin' me
Then we kiss for real, I'm fully prepared, I'm already steel
You go to the bathroom for a second
I understand baby, I know what you checkin'
That's when you come back and walk to me slow
That's when you change up and let it all flow
I'm kissin' on your belly ring nice and slow
I love to take my time, love to give you a show
Get the warm chocolate syrup to travel below
Use my ears like handlebars, take control
Ain't no sense in stayin' calm and playin' the role
Baby relax, let me touch your soul
I can't explain it

Can't explain it
My love when we're together
You're the greatest, nobody does it better
When you hold me
I wish that I could be your one and only
Nobody does it better

My turn to get rocked, lifted out my socks
With sound effects and what not
A little perfume above the right spot, just a touch
Never too much, I lick it like a Dutch
Two of my favorite numbers, you know what I mean
Add 'em up and they equal fifteen
You the six, I needed you like a fix
I can see it my mind, I knew we was gon' click
I pick up the pace
You feel the stubble from my beard on your face
I look at your lips and take a taste
Switch it up I got my hands on your waist
We whylin' out, we all over the place
I'm holdin' on with a strong embrace
You holdin' on and tryin' to keep the faith
Together we blast to outer space
I can't explain it

Can't explain it
My love when we're together
You're the greatest, nobody does it better
When you hold me
I wish that I could be your one and only
Nobody does it better

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Eight Years Old - Lyrics - Ben Lee

Title: Eight Years Old
Artist: Ben Lee
Composer(s): Benjamin Lee

Lyric:
You know, you never change your ways
And I don't mean the way you brush your hair
You know, you never change your ways
And I don't mean the clothes you wear
And I don't want you to lose your inhibitions
Just be a bit more flexible

By dictionary definition
Be a bit more ductile like me

You know, you never change your ways
And I don't mean the life you lead
You know, you never change your ways
And I don't know what you need
And I don't want you to lose your inhibitions
Just be a bit more flexible

By dictionary definition
Be a bit more ductile like me

I'm hoping you'll be
A bit more ductile like me
I'm hoping you'll be
A bit more ductile like me
Here's hoping you'll be
A bit more ductile like me

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