Diamonds On My Damn Chain - Lyrics - Fabolous

Title: Diamonds On My Damn Chain
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): R Diaz, John David Jackson, Jay Jenkins, Steve Morales, Sharif Slater

Lyric:
Diamonds on my damn chain
It ain't hard to tell

Diamonds on my damn chain
Diamonds on my damn chain
I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang
Got my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign
I like you but I really like your damn chain

Diamonds on my damn chain
Diamonds on my damn chain
It kinda explains the way she be actin'
She liked my necklace so she started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

Yo, you think they like me now, wait until the light hit me
I bet the house somebody girl spend the night with me
They gotta love it, if not, then I guess they haters
This kinda necklace'll turn on the investigators

They ain't got one problem with this
Square face watch look like Sponge Bob on the wrist
One white, one gold, one nice, untold
You can look but don't touch, guns might unload, now

I respect them thugs who get the jackin' on
But we squeeze set every slug that we be packin's long
You boy got the drug money we be stacking on
Lotta carrots, not the one's Bugs Bunny snackin' on

Got 'em, get 'em close and lookin' like I scooped up
The Titanic chain from the bottom of the ocean
I play them diamonds well when I got that jewelery on
They should call me Parot Jeter, maybe Canary Bonds

Diamonds on my damn chain
Diamonds on my damn chain
I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang
Got my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign
I like you but I really like your damn chain

Diamonds on my damn chain
Diamonds on my damn chain
It kinda explains the way she be actin'
She liked my necklace so she started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

Damn, what happened? He's blindin' everybody
Hey ,it must be Jeezy out shinin' everybody
(Yup)
Ready for the show, you can call me the light man
(Diamonds on my damn chain)
You can call me the bright man

See I don't do brightless, I do, AP's
Yeah, I spend G's on all these VV's
Blowin' on chief, yeah, I got it from Harlem
12 carrot pinky ring, shit, I got it from Robert

Step it up a notch, iced out ski mask
Places in the projects to hide my weed stash
Dominican chick, shit, I got her from Fab
Yellow stones in my chain so I call it the cab

Diamonds on my damn chain
Diamonds on my damn chain
I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang
Got my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign
I like you but I really like your damn chain

Diamonds on my damn chain
Diamonds on my damn chain
It kinda explains the way she be actin'
She liked my necklace so she started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

Yo, maybe it's them VV's, 'cause they sets Susters'
Sit on the next bus like that show on MTV
The wings on the chain, make a nigga fly like the wings on a plane
When you're sitting in between 'em

They hittin' when you clean 'em, glitenin' when you seen 'em
Beemin' through the tints when I'm sitting in the phenom
Oops, I mean Phantom, my words got tangled man
But this tiger stripe watch, make you bitch a Bangles' fan

We all know Jacob, check the shit he did
We spent more time making the band than Diddy did
You feel my campaign, then drop your old spouse
I'm out in DC, at the white and gold house
(White and gold house)

Wanna convince me love? Secret service
Me with some of that Lewinsky love
She saw the chain, gave me brain, no strain ever since
Now that's what the fuck I call a good chain of events, nigga

Diamonds on my damn chain
Diamonds on my damn chain
I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang
Got my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign
I like you but I really like your damn chain

Diamonds on my damn chain
Diamonds on my damn chain
It kinda explains the way she be actin'
She liked my necklace so she started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

Diamonds on my damn chain
It ain't hard to tell

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Diamonds - Lyrics - From Nothin' to Somethin' - Fabolous

Title: Diamonds
Album: From Nothin' to Somethin'
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Jay Jenkins, R Diaz, Steve Morales, John David Jackson, Sharif Slater

Lyric:
Diamonds on my damn chain
It ain't hard to tell

Diamonds on my damn chain
Diamonds on my damn chain
I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang
Got my vote, I'm feelin' ya campaign
I like you but I really like your damn chain

Diamonds on my damn chain
Diamonds on my damn chain
It kinda explains the way she be actin'
She liked my necklace so she started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

Yo, you think they like me now, wait until the light hit me
I bet the house somebody girl spend the night with me
They gotta love it, if not, then I guess they haters
This kinda necklace'll turn on the investigators

They ain't got one problem with this
Square face watch look like Sponge Bob on the wrist
One white, one gold, one nice, untold
You can look but don't touch, Guns might unload

Now I respect them thugs who get the jackin' on
But we squeeze set every slug that we be packin's long
Ya boy got the drug money we be stackin' on
Lotta carrots, not the one's Bugs Bunny snackin' on

Got 'em, get 'em close and lookin' like I scooped up
The Titanic chain from the bottom of the ocean
I play them diamonds well when I got dat jewelery on
They should call me Carrot Jeter, maybe Canary Bonds

Diamonds on my damn chain
Diamonds on my damn chain
I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang
Got my vote, I'm feelin' ya campaign
I like you but I really like your damn chain

Diamonds on my damn chain
Diamonds on my damn chain
It kinda explains the way she be actin'
She liked my necklace so she started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

Damn, what happened? He blindin' err'body
Hey it must be Jeezy out shinin' err'body
Ready for the show, you can call me the light man
Diamonds on my damn chain, you can call me the bright man

See I don't do bright lens, I do AP's
Yeah, I spend G's on all these VV's
Blowin' on G, yeah, I got it from Harlem
12 carrot pinky ring, shit I got it from Robert

Step it up a notch, iced out ski mask
Places in the projects to hide my weed stash
Dominican chick, shit I got her from Fab
Yellow stones in my chain so I call it the cab

Diamonds on my damn chain
Diamonds on my damn chain
I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang
Got my vote, I'm feelin' ya campaign
I like you but I really like your damn chain

Diamonds on my damn chain
Diamonds on my damn chain
It kinda explains the way she be actin'
She liked my necklace so she started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

Yo, maybe it's them VV's, 'cuz they sets Susters'
Sit on the next bus like that show on MTV
The wings on the chain, make a nigga fly
Like the wings on a plane, when you sittin' in between 'em

Even when you clean 'em, glistenin' when you see 'em
Beemin' through the tints when I'm sittin' in the phenom
Oops! I mean Phantom, my words got tangled man
But this Tiger strike, watch, make this bitch a Bengals fan

We all know Jacob, check the shit he did
He spent more time making the band than Diddy did
You feel my campaign, then drop your old spouse
I'm out in DC at the White and Gold House

Wanna convince me love
Secret service me with some of that Lewinsky love
She saw the chain, gave me brain, no strain ever since
Now that's what the fuck I call a good 'Chain of Events' nigga

Diamonds on my damn chain
Diamonds on my damn chain
I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang
Got my vote, I'm feelin' ya campaign
I like you but, I really like your damn chain

Diamonds on my damn chain
Diamonds on my damn chain
It kinda explains the way she be actin'
She liked my necklace so she started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

Diamonds on my damn chain
It ain't hard to tell

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Philly Celebrities - Lyrics - Philly'S Most Wanted

Title: Philly Celebrities
Artist: Philly'S Most Wanted
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Joel Witherspoon, Pharrell Williams, Al'Baseer Holly

Lyric:
Uh, yeah, it's what I like
Uh, huh, yeah yeah
Queue me dawg
Yeah, most wanted, baby

Yo, see, I'm a cop' Benz 'til they make edition S-1000
And buy the mall out while you, niggas there browsin'
In the latest six coupe, hundred and twenty thuosand
Score more proud, 'bout pile reclinin'

We gonna make changes listenin' to Phyllis Hyman
Cops wanna search for guns and can't find 'em
They ask for my name, I tell 'em read it in diamonds
Mr. fuck hoes and put down the bricks
Advance my drink game for Mo' Don and Cris'
Bought whips in the order of 4, 5 and 6

Man I never been broke, I kept money to count
Get it down in dice games, win money and bounce
A million motherfuckers, it's how the word's pronounced
I keep my bank account, the banks amount
My niggas, play freeze tag with big rocks that's costly
Bonic iceman and of course, I'm all frosty

Look here we Philly Celebrities, who, movie stars
Don't worry 'bout it nigga, you know who we are
You see my damn house, you see my damn car
Don't worry 'bout it nigga, you know who we are

We Philly Celebrities, who, movie stars
Don't worry 'bout it bitch, you know who we are
You see my damn chain, you see my damn car
Don't worry 'bout it bitch, you know who we are

Boo, a clothesline nigga, I wear myself
I wish somebody spit hot and I'm sick of hearing myself
I talk big shit, how I only fuck with big chicks
With big tits, big hips and all that slick shit
Yeah, I'm a drop out, drop six
Drop they gorgeous bitch, drop they shit, soon as I hop out

Niggas, ain't near me spittin' they game
And plenty hoes in tattoo parlors getting my name
Probably think I'm highed up, pot, spit and flip game
Snorted out my mind with six bitches like Rick James
Wanna marry me and all they know is my nickname
Slow up, you want me now, 'cause I'ma blow up

Women, I kast 'em out like, Aquemini
And our roley got two faces, like a Gemini
Now, T H E B E S T, that's me
If you better than this then let's see, we, crush, yeah, uh huh
(Come on)
Y'all niggas, know from the doors we ain't playin' with y'all

Look here we Philly Celebrities, who, movie stars
Don't worry 'bout it nigga, you know who we are
You see my damn house, you see my damn car
Don't worry 'bout it nigga, you know who we are

We Philly Celebrities, who, movie stars
Don't worry 'bout it bitch, you know who we are
You see my damn chain, you see my damn car
Don't worry 'bout it bitch, you know who we are

Hey Mr. how much dough you tryin' to get
A-1 with 9 'O's' nigga, plenty of chips
A house so sick you need a shot, just to get in
Buttery suede color, every chair you sit in

Nigga, we ball real, ice we got that
Listen to Dru Hill, beauty we knock that, uhh
Chain bling all in your face you spot that
Take ours get a Tech in your face, stop that

Mad at me 'cause '99 was our summer
Wild wood Jet-ski ride the wave runner
Mad at me 'cause its us two housin'
Well, you gonna be at mad motherfucker in 2000
On an' on, say I, knock an' go, on an' on, say I, knock an' go

Look here we Philly Celebrities, who, movie stars
Don't worry 'bout it nigga, you know who we are
You see my damn house, you see my damn car
Don't worry 'bout it nigga, you know who we are

We Philly Celebrities, who, movie stars
Don't worry 'bout it bitch, you know who we are
You see my damn chain, you see my damn car
Don't worry 'bout it bitch, you know who we are

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Diamonds In My Pinky Ring - Lyrics - King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy & Trillville Chopped & Screwed - Lil Scrappy

Title: Diamonds In My Pinky Ring
Album: King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy & Trillville Chopped & Screwed
Artist: Lil Scrappy
Composer(s): Harry Ii Bing, Stanley Burdine, Bernard Mayberry, Darryl Richardson Ii, Joe Bing, Clarence Jones, Christopher Bell

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Lyric:
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring

I'm so addicted to makin' money it's funny
My speakers beat the block so the hatas they hear me comin'
The can of paint flippin' and swervin' it make ya pick up
Today I'm feelin' good so I'm destined to pick a bitch up

Put it all on my chedda my diamonds shinnin' like I'm richer
But chrome wheels spinnin' so people can take a picture
Ain't never comin' flo throw some diamonds in my jaw
Put some pipes on the back I be shakin' them hatas off

Stay connected wit some head bussas hatas comin' round
But ain't no competition dug them bitches in the ground
'Cause I'm balln' like I'm posed to money in the bank
Wanna get on my level but they flo'n they know they can't

I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring

Big bang take lil' bang fuck what you damn think
Gettin' to the bread and look blind by the pinky ring
Disorderly conduct I could really give a fuck
Stay buck in the crowd and yo face staight sippin' crunk

I'm gettin' to the money so fuck the nonsense
I'm a G motha fucka I leave your head in dents
I got that action yeah I make money with a pasion
Like E-40 with clips I load clips on the mac

And man I'm gettin' rich so fuck the bullshit
Gotta swing on a nigga man fuck that bitch
'Cause I don't know what you been told
But I got gats and I got jewels

And scrappy talkin' shit I fuck yo bitch on the regula
I'm gettin' paid, look shorty I damage ya
Them hoes gon' love me, hatas wanna bust me
And I pitty the fool who really wanna touch me 'cause

I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring

See this money I made it, baby shake it for daddy
Go get your friends and pussy pop it for me a Lil' Scrappy
And niggas don't wait I'll stab ya that 45 I grab it
And cock it back and let you pussy mothafuckas back

Who want it you seen it I did it?
Bitch I switch glocks and switch spots if it get hot
Switch rocks and switch bras on they ass
And then I keep 'em admiring my long dreds and glasses

Now I'mma flip paint, flip paint smoke daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank with diamonds in my teeth and chain
And check out my pinky ring, you know it's blingin man
I'm jumpin' outta the Benz with diamonds all on my wrist and thangs

I'm gettin' to this paper like I'm supposed to be
Muh'fucka in the street label me a young G
Diamonds in my pinky ring, get my watch and my chains
Bringin' pain to the gain lickin' all of these lanes

A K A mister T the platinum version
Every nigga gonna hate if they're pockets be hurtin'
Straight from Atlanta told me web was like a black pantha
Stackin' paper like my name was Tony Montana

It's G's up so get your G's up
I don't like to get violent but I'll fuck your ass up
Hey, you don't really wanna taste my nuts
Make a meal out the deal and I'm still gettin' bucked

I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring

I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring

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Do The Damn Thing - Lyrics - Real Talk - Fabolous

Title: Do The Damn Thing
Album: Real Talk
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Jay Jenkins, John David Jackson, Sharif Slater

Lyric:
Look, I can see them niggas stuntin'
To this right now, not now, but right now
Yea, yea, ch-ch-yea, look, lo-lo-look
Look, lo-lo-look, look, look

It's no love for the other side, fuck all the tricks
Pop the glove on the other side, buck through the bricks
Birds love how a brother ride, truckin' it sick
I'm heard of on the southern side, I pluck through it quick

I been one of them boys since way back when
This is way before a nigga brought gray plaques in
So if I spray Mac-10's, bet you niggas lay back then
Like you sittin' in a Maybach Benz

Yea I made crack grins but ain't a damn thing funny
I keep a pocket fulla, do the damn thang money
I keep it comin' with bottles of champagne dunny
So keep it bouncin' till you pull a hamstring honey

These pimps just better have a Gothic for me
I got them hoes starin' like they got a problem with me
I got them boys slingin' rocks in the lobby for me
I'm rich bitch, ballin' just a hobby for me

I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
So fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes
Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang

A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money
Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang

My phone is tapped and so is my livin' room
We can't hide the money here, we need a bigger room
Let me show you what I stand fo'
Jesus Schwarzenegger, call me commando

On that Remy Martin, nigga matter of fact
I ain't Fat Joe but I can make 'em lean back
Save your ammo, don't waste it
Got him dodgin' bullets like he in the matrix

Jeans strapped and ya better dip
Carvin' 15, got six clips
Pillsbury nigga, got a lotta dough
Call me Boston George, got a lotta blow

They place orders, so I bake cakes
I'm a bodybuilder, pump a lotta weight
You see the diamonds in my damn chain
It ain't hard to tell, I do the damn thang

I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
So fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes
Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang

A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money
Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang

You waitin' instead of participatin' with them boys
You skatin' on them 22, datin's like them boys
I'm hatin' that they communicatin' with them boys
I'm waitin' just to send them to Satan for that shit

They see a nigga stones look sick and I gotta stack
Of singles in my hand, that's phone booth thick
'Cuz I'm so hood rich that I'm no good bitch
And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch

And get ridda that shit spitta, get wit her, shit gitter
Sit wit her, hit spitter, that don't bitch chitter
My style fit with her, I tell her you don went left
Now you need to go right like a switch hitta

I know them tricks bitter when I'm in the six with her
So I'm in a mix with her, forty four six with her
And I'm higher than a motherfucker
But a nigga try then he gon' die in this motherfucker

I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
So fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes
Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang

A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money
Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang

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Wipe Me Down - Lyrics - Lil Boosie

Title: Wipe Me Down
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Webster Gradney, Torence Hatch, J Reed

Lyric:
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
Hey!
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
Mr. Wipe Down, here
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
Here with Foxx-a-million
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)

(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
This one be the remix!
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)

Bad Azz
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
Savage life
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
Foxx-a-million
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
Man you'll all over this, you know what is
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)

(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
We still on
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
We still ridin? on chrome
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
We still pullin? up
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)

I pull up at the club V-I-P
Gas tank on E but all drinks on me
(Wipe me down)
Fresh kicks, fresh white tall tee
Fresh NFL hat, fresh 'bauds with the crease
(Wipe me down)

Pussy niggas wanna hit me wit they heat
Real recognize real real niggaz gon? speak
(Wipe me down)
Jiggalatin? I been rollin? ?bout a week
You can tell I got cake by the diamonds in my teeth
(Wipe me down)

Black shades so you know a nigga rollin?
Ain't check me at the door, so ain't no tellin? what I?m holdin?
(Wipe me down)
Bad bitches, they gon? bust it wide open
Niggas flashin? they lil' bread but I?m the nigga they approachin?
(Wipe me down)

Small niggas, tall figures, y?all niggas crowd niggas
We gon' get mac elevens and dog niggas
(Wipe me down)
Y?all niggas call niggas but my niggas all killas
Get ya issue and whoever fall wit ya

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down

B-O-O-S-I-E
B-A-D A-Z-Z that's me
(Wipe me down)
Red bones, caramel, all of ?em stop and stare
All of ?em tryna steal my underwear
(Wipe me down)

I like to floss like Rick Ross, got a hit called 'Set It Off"
When I sing it everybody set it off
(Wipe me down)
Black mink, damn I?m on play wit me
I bust ya dome 8 whips on chrome you can go
(Wipe me down)

Fresh fade, fresh J's, on the corner playin? spades
I?m an ordinary person but I?m paid
(Wipe me down)
Foxx flippin?, Webbie smokin? and we chokin?
On a whole pound of purple famous like The Ninja Turtles
(Wipe me down)

Just left New York City, hooked up wit P. Diddy
Finna blow past 50 you gon? have to
(Wipe me down)
We the best, I?m a fool, I?m the hemi man
Red light, green light, yellow light, get it man

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down

Hot drop, drop top, top drop
Hoes drop it like it?s hot, yeah nigga I?m the shit
(Wipe me down)
You see this ice on my wrist how it glisten soon as the light hit
You can't lie, the ice sick
(Wipe me down)

Purple got me smellin? funky red monkey
500 dollars on ?em you ain't seen these yet
(Wipe me down)
Beatin? you can hear me way around the corner
Paint wet wit them 24's on ?em that's a bet
(Wipe me down)

Ol? ladies, baby mommas, few fiancés
Niggas' wifes, savage life who I'm gonna fuck next
(Wipe me down)
And I use the Lifestyle or the Magnum or the Trojan
Or go head and use the barrel of the tech
(Wipe me down)

Man this chain hit me for a couple grand
Oh no, I ain't complainin? just watch how you wipe my chest
(Wipe me down)
A bad bitch wanted me to stay there longer
I put that dick up on her but I had a flight to catch
(Wipe me down)

Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes
Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes
Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes
Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes

Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes
Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes
Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes
Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on

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Bling Bling - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Bling Bling
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher N Dorsey, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas, Tab Virgil, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Nigga, I got these hoes iced up enough
While my lil' B.G's on the bus puttin' out cigarette butts
But me personally playboy, I don't give a fuck
And I'ma always show love to my cut

Hit the club, light tha bitch up
The Cash Money motto we got to drank 'til we throw up
Nigga point the hoe out, guaranteed I can fuck
Wootay, I'm tattooed and barred up

Medallion iced up, Rolex bezelled up and my pinky ring is platinum plus
Earrings be trillion cut and my grill be slugged up
My heart filled with anger 'cause nigga I don't give a fuck
Stack my cheese up 'cause one day I'm a give this street life up

Beef I don't discuss, a nigga outta line gone
Get his motherfuckin' head bust, Cash Money Millionaires plus
Don't touch sumthin' nigga you can't fuck, twenty inches TV is a must
By the year two thousand I'm gut out my bus

A lil' nigga seventeen playin' with six figures
Got so much ice you can skate on a nigga
When you see Cash Money you know you stay flossin'
Catch cha girl down bad ya know we straight tossin'

I ain't seen a click yet that can stunt like mine
I ain't seen a marette that can run like mine
1999 and it's our turn to shine
Fifty or better on our wrist and they all blind

Pourin' vodka 'til I die drank 'til I faint
'Til a nigga tell me I need another drank
My nigga Baby told me work nigga trick to them hoes
Nigga Baby told me work nigga better than treatin' yo nose

I'm the freak of the click, keep it on the tuck
So I creep on a bitch and I play it on the raw
Never sleep with a bitch, keep it real with my niggaz
Never weep for a bitch

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

It's the nigga with tha Lex bubble
Candy coated helicopter with tha leather cover
If ya suckin' not fuckin' take off the rubber
Then toss that bitch nigga 'cause I don't love her

Balla, Manny bought a private plane
Then turned around and sold that bitch to Juve and Wayne
They put 30 inch lorenzos on that thang man
I know you niggaz out there just don't understand
I'm a 1999 driver, I'm a uptown third ward magnolia T.C. driver

Ol' ignorant ass always stunting, big ballin' ass nigga
You can see him when he comin', booted up, diamond up
Golds be shinin' up, motherfuckers be blindin' up
Niggas at the second line be sayin', "I'll be damned"
Up in they best fits sayin', "Juve got me damn"

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

I be that nigga with the ice on me
If it cost less than twenty, it don't look right on me
I stay flossed out all through the week
My money long if you don't know I'm the B.G.

I be fuckin' niggaz bitches all in they home
Niggaz be like, "Look at that Benz on all that chrome"
Diamonds worn by everybody that's in my click
Man I got the price of a mansion 'round my neck and wrist

My nigga Baby gettin' a special built machine
A Mercedes Benz 700 V14
I know you niggaz can't believe that
I can't wait to see ya haters face when ya see that

Man look at that, niggaz wear shades just to stand on side of me
Folks say take that chain off boy, ya blindin' me
All day my phone ringin' bling bling bling
Can see my earring from a mile bling bling

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

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Bling Bling (Radio Remix) - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Bling Bling (Radio Remix)
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher N Dorsey, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas, Tab Virgil, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Nigga, I got these hoes iced up enough
While my lil' B.G's on the bus puttin' out cigarette butts
But me personally playboy, I don't give a fuck
And I'ma always show love to my cut

Hit the club, light tha bitch up
The Cash Money motto we got to drank 'til we throw up
Nigga point the hoe out, guaranteed I can fuck
Wootay, I'm tattooed and barred up

Medallion iced up, Rolex bezelled up and my pinky ring is platinum plus
Earrings be trillion cut and my grill be slugged up
My heart filled with anger 'cause nigga I don't give a fuck
Stack my cheese up 'cause one day I'm a give this street life up

Beef I don't discuss, a nigga outta line gone
Get his motherfuckin' head bust, Cash Money Millionaires plus
Don't touch sumthin' nigga you can't fuck, twenty inches TV is a must
By the year two thousand I'm gut out my bus

A lil' nigga seventeen playin' with six figures
Got so much ice you can skate on a nigga
When you see Cash Money you know you stay flossin'
Catch cha girl down bad ya know we straight tossin'

I ain't seen a click yet that can stunt like mine
I ain't seen a marette that can run like mine
1999 and it's our turn to shine
Fifty or better on our wrist and they all blind

Pourin' vodka 'til I die drank 'til I faint
'Til a nigga tell me I need another drank
My nigga Baby told me work nigga trick to them hoes
Nigga Baby told me work nigga better than treatin' yo nose

I'm the freak of the click, keep it on the tuck
So I creep on a bitch and I play it on the raw
Never sleep with a bitch, keep it real with my niggaz
Never weep for a bitch

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

It's the nigga with tha Lex bubble
Candy coated helicopter with tha leather cover
If ya suckin' not fuckin' take off the rubber
Then toss that bitch nigga 'cause I don't love her

Balla, Manny bought a private plane
Then turned around and sold that bitch to Juve and Wayne
They put 30 inch lorenzos on that thang man
I know you niggaz out there just don't understand
I'm a 1999 driver, I'm a uptown third ward magnolia T.C. driver

Ol' ignorant ass always stunting, big ballin' ass nigga
You can see him when he comin', booted up, diamond up
Golds be shinin' up, motherfuckers be blindin' up
Niggas at the second line be sayin', "I'll be damned"
Up in they best fits sayin', "Juve got me damn"

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

I be that nigga with the ice on me
If it cost less than twenty, it don't look right on me
I stay flossed out all through the week
My money long if you don't know I'm the B.G.

I be fuckin' niggaz bitches all in they home
Niggaz be like, "Look at that Benz on all that chrome"
Diamonds worn by everybody that's in my click
Man I got the price of a mansion 'round my neck and wrist

My nigga Baby gettin' a special built machine
A Mercedes Benz 700 V14
I know you niggaz can't believe that
I can't wait to see ya haters face when ya see that

Man look at that, niggaz wear shades just to stand on side of me
Folks say take that chain off boy, ya blindin' me
All day my phone ringin' bling bling bling
Can see my earring from a mile bling bling

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

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My Life - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: My Life
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Lamont Dozier, Deja Everett, Brian Holland, Edward Holland, Keith Murray

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Lyric:
I'ma take you back to day one, livin' in this New York slum
It's deaf to the dumb, only break bread with some
Moms left at 15, had no American dreams
To this day, I'm sellin' to my cousin who's a fiend

No one to guide me but my older brother
Little did we know the dirt we did fell back on my mother
But didn't care back then, that's why she left like that
Now my parents became the street and it's best like that

Some nights I pray to God and ask Him to pull my cord
'Cuz times is hard like the [Incomprehensible] street'll leave you scarred
Street wise with no respect for authority and shit
A chronic hustler of crack, a typical bitch

Raised by Madu, who strung out on a glass dick
But every now and then I blessed her with a hit
So she don't have to trick, it's prevalent amongst kids today
Hustle krills, stack dough and every thing's okay

It's the emancipation proclamation
Under the self devised guidelines of self preservation and starvation
It's the emancipation proclamation
Under the self devised guidelines of self preservation and starvation

My life in this world wasn't about diamonds and pearls
It was rough growin' up around the boys and girls
After Daddy left, shit was a mess, Momma stressed
But I give her an award, 'cuz damn, she tried her best

Holdin' down the household, barely had money to fold
Christmas time, cherished our little shit like gold
I can't front, Daddy was still if, we cared for me
But him and Mommy breakin' up was like a nightmare to me

Yo, this is for the younger fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers
Success is nothin' if it ain't influential to others
We gotta make the best out of this terrible situation
If not for us, for the younger generation

We gotta break the chain and deal with the pain
For all our people that was slayed in vain
For all our peoples that was falsely framed
For all our peoples that's livin' the name

It's the emancipation proclamation
Under the self devised guidelines of self preservation and starvation
It's the emancipation proclamation
Under the self devised guidelines of self preservation and starvation

Let me show, I gotta love L.O.D., they put me under the wing
And then I teamed up with the most beautiful thing
In the world, 'cuz L.O.D. we all, we got
I'ma fans and my mans keep it like it or not

I know it hurts, havin' to do everyday dirt
Police all over my back, feel like bustin' them jerks
When I'm on my road to the riches, I stay away from snitches
And them bitches and keep my mind on business

Life was tough so I became aggressive like a pit
The only time I felt relaxed was when the blunt was lit
Thinkin' me and my team can be tight like the Gambino
Muscle in the hustle scene, respected like Nino

It gets deeper than the words of Proverbs
New thoughts emerge as I cop the squat on the curb
Thinkin' the herb strengthen my brain like spinach
And heavy shine, flooded with ice might boost my self image

Stick 'em, my life is so real, it hurts
Like when I saw my pops bein' driven off in a hearse
Like when I saw my mother bein' driven off in a hearse
Like in school when the roach crawl out my shirt

Like on Thanksgiving when we got free food from the church
Back then it was DJ Red Alert and Kool Herc
Rockin' pinstripe Lee's and in Tigra shirts
Back then L.O.D. was puttin' in work

From the cradle to the grave
We all in the struggle, we gon' struggle, we gon' strive to stay alive
All my real people know what I'm talkin' about
Watch each other backs
Word up, my life is nothin' without my niggas, word up

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Money Good - Lyrics - Buck Tha World - Young Buck

Title: Money Good
Album: Buck Tha World
Artist: Young Buck
Composer(s): David Brown, Lamarquis Jefferson, Craig Love, L Nix, Jonathan H Smith

Lyric:
G-Unit
Aiyyo, if you got more than a hundred dollars in your pocket
Aiyyo, make some noise in this ****
'Cause I'm gettin' money like a ****, y'all

Work for the money, money, do ya thang now
Work for the money, money, put it down now
Work for the money, money, do ya thang now
Work for the money, money, put it down now

Work for the money, money, do ya thang now
Work for the money, money, put it down now
Work for the money, money, do ya thang now
Work for the money, money, put it down now

26's got me big, big wheelin'
Money over ****, I'ma get me a million
Thangs done changed, I'm hotter than a flame
So it's no time for me to beef with Jada, Joe or Game

Diamonds in my chain, a Chevy in my yard
And a baby blue Phantom that I keep in the garage
Come here, let me talk to you, show you what my grill 'bout
Ice like Paul Wall but I can't take mine out

Let's play the game 'Big bank take lil' bank'
Flood it like Katrina, make sure that your ship sank
You would think money's growin' on trees
The way your boy run through a couple hundred G's

Fresh white tee 'bout to get my hustle on
I ain't goin' to the club till all my work gone
I'm leanin' on the leather and grippin' on the wood
And I can build whatever, you know my money good, yeah

I can get money, I be in the hood
I be stackin' paper like a real **** should
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

I be pimpin' hard and I got them ****
You ain't gotta ask me, you already know
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
I'm good in the hood so you know I'm gon' shine
Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some
Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some

I'm sellin' everythang and savin' every dime
I'm good in the hood so you know I'm gon' shine
Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some
Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some

Fifty for the watch, a hundred for the bracelet
I'm headed to the top, I can damn near taste it
I represent my block and give away the ones
The hustle never stops, so my job is never done

So tell me what it costs and show me who the boss
Put your money where your mouth is, I'ma break him off
If you wanna know the reason why I act like that
I can fit a half a mil' in this Louie backpack, yeah

I can get money, I be in the hood
I be stackin' paper like a real **** should
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

I be pimpin' hard and I got them ****
You ain't gotta ask me, you already know
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

Go and do your thang, just don't get caught
Let your money talk, I let my money talk for me
If shorty wanna hate, then tell the **** to walk
Let your money talk, I let my money talk for me

Call me what you want but you can't call me broke
'Cause gettin' big bags of money's all we know
Marble floors in the projects, ghetto millionaire
All this Gucci in my closet, I don't know what to wear

Bentley outside by the ice cream truck
Just ride through the hood, ask 'em if they seen Buck
Thought I wouldn't make it but look at me now
That's why I painted the Benz the same color as Cristal

I can get money, I be in the hood
I be stackin' paper like a real **** should
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

I be pimpin' hard and I got them ****
You ain't gotta ask me, you already know
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

Get money, hey, get money
Get money, hey, get money

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Virgo - Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Title: Virgo
Album: Street's Disciple
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Christopher Bridges, Douglas L Davis, Nasir Jones, Salaam Remi Gibbs

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Lyric:
Yeah, what, you, uhu, c'mon
Yeah, yeah, what?
Nasty Nas, Virgo, Ludacris, Virgo
Doug Fresh, as we go, somethin' like this, Nasir

Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand?
Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo?
Hey girl, just come and hold my hand
Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo?

We sippin' on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though
I drop you off at, Willoughby and Myrtle
Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off
You seen me convince your home-girl though

Plus she says her life is too hard
She says that she wanna come and build with the God
Promise me that she gon' play her part
'Cause what I spit gets straight to her heart

And, she's damn fine, feet Hammertime, damn if I mind
Love is the bu-bubblin' back of your waistline
I don't waste time, I gotta get get on it
Just you and me, two glasses, sip on Patron

And in the club scene where I met Ms. Green Eyes
She walked by askin' me, "Are you Nas?"
Why? If you was I'd be totally twi
What's that? Totally with it, T.W.I.

Well, here I am, yep, I'm the man
Bartender put a Cosmo in that girl hand
So, here we standin' before I begin
Home-girl made a knot out of the cherry stem

Tongue skills, yeah I like that, now we on the right track
Straight to my Phantom, call Africa Black
Ever since then she been yappin' a track
Told her friends, now they hollerin' behind her back, sing

Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand?
Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo?
Hey girl, just come and hold my hand
Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo?

We sippin' on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though
I drop you off at, Peachtree and Myrtle
Smash with the Virgo, you ain't got to take your shirt off
You seen me convince your home-girl though

Now I was, so fresh and so fly in diamonds
When I stepped up in the club even my eyes was shinin'
Bling! A little cute thing said, "What's yo' name?"
I put my necklace in her face and told her read the chain

Ooh, ooh, so stuck up, told me shut the fuck up
Blaow! Ludacris in the ho-ooh-ouse
The needle hit the record, they was playin' this song
All the ladies hit the floor and it was eh-eh on

Live forever like Fame, let the Leroys dance
While I'm laid back chillin' in my b-boy stance
Could be a little pop lockin' if your girl's top droppin'
But watch for cockblockin' on my coochie stock options

But later for the ASSDAQ, throw 'em on the fast track
Make 'em swip swap Nasty N A S pass that
Honey in the black 'cause I'm feelin' her curves
He looked down at what I had and said wo-wo word

Why only serve one when we can serve up two?
Then at the bachelor's pad, doin' what the Virgos do
And these women so shy but get loud undercover
So we can have sex but I can't be your lover, sing

Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand?
Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo?
Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand?
Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo?

We sippin' on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though
I drop you off at, Two-Fifth and Lex-o
Smash with the Virgo, you ain't got to take your shirt off
Seen you convince your home-girl though

They got my voice for the record and my voice for the beat
Virgo proof, baby run the streets
So let's go, let's go, let's go for the beat
Let's go, Virgo proof, it's the Virgo
Let's go Nasty Nas, let's go Ludacris
And if you don't know, now you know, Doug Fresh

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Everytime The Beat Drop - Lyrics - Monica

Title: Everytime The Beat Drop
Artist: Monica
Composer(s): Jamall Willingham, Johnata M Austin, Bernard Leverette, James Phillips, Jermaine Dupri, Charles Hammond, Gerald Tiller, Robert L. Hill, Deangelo Hunt, Maurice Gleaton

Lyric:
Rock, then bend my knees, everytime tha beat drop
Rock, then bend my knees, everytime tha beat drop

You know pimpin' make tha beat drop, and with a laptop
I make 'em do it, do it as soon as the beat drop
Might throw my towels out like Nick, I like to wyle out
I'ma stay in the game until I fall out

First I lean, grab a ball and then I pop wit it
When they bring the mics, the crowd, I rock wit it
And licks, tryin' to get it quick
When the songs come on, they like, ?That's my ****?

I can't help who I'm is, when they play my shh
I just love to dance everytime tha beat drop
I love to wyle out, damn right, shake it all night
Hey, that's my jam everytime tha beat drop

I said ooh, all the ladies in the club grab a dude
And you work it real slow, you can do it
Move it 'til you make him lose it
He gon' be a fan everytime tha beat drop

I know you used to seein' Mo laid back
So for the most part, you think I'm like that
You about to get a glimpse of the fit
I'm givin' ****** on the floor, man, when I hit the door, man

'Cause I ain't one of these too bourgeois broads
Always in the club, holdin' up the wall
You about to get a taste of the way
That we do it down here in the A, let me say

I can't help who I'm is, when they play my shh
I just love to dance everytime tha beat drop
I love to wyle out, damn right, shake it all night
Hey, that's my jam everytime tha beat drop

I said ooh, all the ladies in the club grab a dude
And you work it real slow, you can do it
Move it 'til you make him lose it
He gon' be a fan everytime tha beat drop

Now I ain't talkin' 'bout a little two step
I'm talkin' 'bout some'n that'll make you sweat
And when I talk, well, I'm through talkin'
I'm about to do some, move some, let you see some'n

When I say get gutta it's enough said
Do the bounce like you over on Bankhead
And then if anybody got a problem with the way you doin'
You look 'em dead in the face and you say

I can't help who I'm is, when they play my shh
I just love to dance everytime tha beat drop
I love to wyle out, damn right, shake it all night
Hey, that's my jam everytime tha beat drop

I said ooh, all the ladies in the club grab a dude
And you work it real slow, you can do it
Move it 'til you make him lose it
He gon' be a fan everytime tha beat drop

I trick stats like killers and I blow that money
I'm drunk off the Goose, so I throw that money
I'm spendin' white T cash, yeah, that throw back money
When I step off in the spot they like I know that's money

And my chain so scented, the colors diamonds' unique, man
I ball all week, you only ball on the weekend
Damn and he ain't fresh as I'm is
It's DFB, ***** and I can't, I can't, I can't

I can't help who I'm is, when they play my shh
I just love to dance everytime tha beat drop
I love to wyle out, damn right, shake it all night
Hey, that's my jam everytime tha beat drop

I said ooh, all the ladies in the club grab a dude
And you work it real slow, you can do it
Move it 'til you make him lose it
He gon' be a fan everytime tha beat drop

Y'all know what this is, DFB
Everytime tha beat drop
Let's get it
Everytime tha beat drop

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Everytrime Tha Beat Drop - Lyrics - Monica

Title: Everytrime Tha Beat Drop
Artist: Monica
Composer(s): Jamall Willingham, Johnata M Austin, Bernard Leverette, James Phillips, Jermaine Dupri, Charles Hammond, Gerald Tiller, Robert L. Hill, Deangelo Hunt, Maurice Gleaton

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Lyric:
Rock, then bend my knees, everytime tha beat drop
Rock, then bend my knees, everytime tha beat drop

You know pimpin' make tha beat drop, and with a laptop
I make 'em do it, do it as soon as the beat drop
Might throw my towels out like Nick, I like to wyle out
I'ma stay in the game until I fall out

First I lean, grab a ball and then I pop wit it
When they bring the mics, the crowd, I rock wit it
And licks, tryin' to get it quick
When the songs come on, they like, ?That's my ****?

I can't help who I'm is, when they play my shh
I just love to dance everytime tha beat drop
I love to wyle out, damn right, shake it all night
Hey, that's my jam everytime tha beat drop

I said ooh, all the ladies in the club grab a dude
And you work it real slow, you can do it
Move it 'til you make him lose it
He gon' be a fan everytime tha beat drop

I know you used to seein' Mo laid back
So for the most part, you think I'm like that
You about to get a glimpse of the fit
I'm givin' ****** on the floor, man, when I hit the door, man

'Cause I ain't one of these too bourgeois broads
Always in the club, holdin' up the wall
You about to get a taste of the way
That we do it down here in the A, let me say

I can't help who I'm is, when they play my shh
I just love to dance everytime tha beat drop
I love to wyle out, damn right, shake it all night
Hey, that's my jam everytime tha beat drop

I said ooh, all the ladies in the club grab a dude
And you work it real slow, you can do it
Move it 'til you make him lose it
He gon' be a fan everytime tha beat drop

Now I ain't talkin' 'bout a little two step
I'm talkin' 'bout some'n that'll make you sweat
And when I talk, well, I'm through talkin'
I'm about to do some, move some, let you see some'n

When I say get gutta it's enough said
Do the bounce like you over on Bankhead
And then if anybody got a problem with the way you doin'
You look 'em dead in the face and you say

I can't help who I'm is, when they play my shh
I just love to dance everytime tha beat drop
I love to wyle out, damn right, shake it all night
Hey, that's my jam everytime tha beat drop

I said ooh, all the ladies in the club grab a dude
And you work it real slow, you can do it
Move it 'til you make him lose it
He gon' be a fan everytime tha beat drop

I trick stats like killers and I blow that money
I'm drunk off the Goose, so I throw that money
I'm spendin' white T cash, yeah, that throw back money
When I step off in the spot they like I know that's money

And my chain so scented, the colors diamonds' unique, man
I ball all week, you only ball on the weekend
Damn and he ain't fresh as I'm is
It's DFB, ***** and I can't, I can't, I can't

I can't help who I'm is, when they play my shh
I just love to dance everytime tha beat drop
I love to wyle out, damn right, shake it all night
Hey, that's my jam everytime tha beat drop

I said ooh, all the ladies in the club grab a dude
And you work it real slow, you can do it
Move it 'til you make him lose it
He gon' be a fan everytime tha beat drop

Y'all know what this is, DFB
Everytime tha beat drop
Let's get it
Everytime tha beat drop

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Everytime Tha Beat Drop - Lyrics - The Makings Of Me - Monica

Title: Everytime Tha Beat Drop
Album: The Makings Of Me
Artist: Monica
Composer(s): Jamall Willingham, Johnata M Austin, Bernard Leverette, James Phillips, Jermaine Dupri, Charles Hammond, Gerald Tiller, Robert L. Hill, Deangelo Hunt, Maurice Gleaton

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Lyric:
Rock, then bend my knees, everytime tha beat drop
Rock, then bend my knees, everytime tha beat drop

You know pimpin' make tha beat drop, and with a laptop
I make 'em do it, do it as soon as the beat drop
Might throw my towels out like Nick, I like to wyle out
I'ma stay in the game until I fall out

First I lean, grab a ball and then I pop wit it
When they bring the mics, the crowd, I rock wit it
And licks, tryin' to get it quick
When the songs come on, they like, ?That's my ****?

I can't help who I'm is, when they play my shh
I just love to dance everytime tha beat drop
I love to wyle out, damn right, shake it all night
Hey, that's my jam everytime tha beat drop

I said ooh, all the ladies in the club grab a dude
And you work it real slow, you can do it
Move it 'til you make him lose it
He gon' be a fan everytime tha beat drop

I know you used to seein' Mo laid back
So for the most part, you think I'm like that
You about to get a glimpse of the fit
I'm givin' ****** on the floor, man, when I hit the door, man

'Cause I ain't one of these too bourgeois broads
Always in the club, holdin' up the wall
You about to get a taste of the way
That we do it down here in the A, let me say

I can't help who I'm is, when they play my shh
I just love to dance everytime tha beat drop
I love to wyle out, damn right, shake it all night
Hey, that's my jam everytime tha beat drop

I said ooh, all the ladies in the club grab a dude
And you work it real slow, you can do it
Move it 'til you make him lose it
He gon' be a fan everytime tha beat drop

Now I ain't talkin' 'bout a little two step
I'm talkin' 'bout some'n that'll make you sweat
And when I talk, well, I'm through talkin'
I'm about to do some, move some, let you see some'n

When I say get gutta it's enough said
Do the bounce like you over on Bankhead
And then if anybody got a problem with the way you doin'
You look 'em dead in the face and you say

I can't help who I'm is, when they play my shh
I just love to dance everytime tha beat drop
I love to wyle out, damn right, shake it all night
Hey, that's my jam everytime tha beat drop

I said ooh, all the ladies in the club grab a dude
And you work it real slow, you can do it
Move it 'til you make him lose it
He gon' be a fan everytime tha beat drop

I trick stats like killers and I blow that money
I'm drunk off the Goose, so I throw that money
I'm spendin' white T cash, yeah, that throw back money
When I step off in the spot they like I know that's money

And my chain so scented, the colors diamonds' unique, man
I ball all week, you only ball on the weekend
Damn and he ain't fresh as I'm is
It's DFB, ***** and I can't, I can't, I can't

I can't help who I'm is, when they play my shh
I just love to dance everytime tha beat drop
I love to wyle out, damn right, shake it all night
Hey, that's my jam everytime tha beat drop

I said ooh, all the ladies in the club grab a dude
And you work it real slow, you can do it
Move it 'til you make him lose it
He gon' be a fan everytime tha beat drop

Y'all know what this is, DFB
Everytime tha beat drop
Let's get it
Everytime tha beat drop

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Diamonds Are Forever - Lyrics - Kanye West

Title: Diamonds Are Forever
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): John Barry, Don Black, D. Harris, Kanye West

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Lyric:
Diamonds are forever
They won't leave in the night
Have no fear that they might
Desert me

Diamonds are forever
(Forever, forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
Diamonds are forever
(Forever, forever, forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
Forever ever, forever ever
Ever ever, ever ever, ever ever, ever ever, ever ever

Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic
Vegas on acid
Seen through Yves Saint Laurent glasses
And I've realized that I've arrived 'cuz

It take more than a magazine to kill my Vibe does
He write his own rhymes, well sort of
I think 'em
That mean I forgot better shit than you ever thought of

Damn, is he really that caught up?
I ask if you talkin' 'bout classics, do my name get brought up?
I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort
Or even a four-track recorder
So it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche

It's for yourself that's important
If yo're stripper name Porsche
And you get tips from many men
Then your fat friend her nickname is Minivan

Excuse me
That's just the Henny, man
I smoke, I drink, I'm supposed to stop
I can't because

Diamonds are forever
(Forever, forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
Diamonds are forever
(Forever, forever, forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme.
Forever ever, forever ever
Ever ever, ever ever, ever ever, ever ever, ever ever

I was sick about awards, couldn't nobody cure me
Only playa that got robbed but kept all his jewelry
Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense to them
30 minutes later seeing there's no convincing them

What more can you ask for?
The international assholes nah
Who complains about what he is owed?
And throw a tantrum like he is 3 years old

You gotta love it though somebody still speaks from his soul
And wouldn't change by the change or the game or the fame
When he came in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y'all to pronounce my name

It's Kanye but some of my plaques, they still say Kane
Got family in the D, Kin-folk from Motown
Back in the Chi, them folks ain't from Motown
Life movin' too fast I need to slow down
Girl ain't give me no ass, ya need to go down

Diamonds are forever
(Forever, forever)
My father Ben said, "I need Jesus"
So he took me to church and let the water wash over my caeser

Diamonds are forever
(Forever, forever)
The preacher said, "We need leaders"
Right then my body got still like a paraplegic

You know who you can call you gotta best believe it
The Roc stand tall and you would never believe it
Take your diamonds and throw 'em up like you bulimic
Yea the beat cold but the flow is anemic

After debris settles and the dust get swept off
Big K pick up where young Hov left off
Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off
I dropped my new shit sound like the best of

A&R's lookin' like, "Pssh we messed up"
Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up
Bottle after bottle till we got messed up
In the studio where really though, yeah he next up

People askin' is I gon' give my chain back
That'll be the same day I give the game back
You know the next question dog, "Yo, where Dame at?"
This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back

"What's up with you and Jay man, are y'all okay man?"
They pray for the death of our dynasty like Amen
Right here stands a-man
With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands

Diamonds are forever
(Forever, forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
Diamonds are forever
(Forever, forever, forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
Forever ever, forever ever
Ever ever, ever ever, ever ever, ever ever, ever ever

Diamonds are forever
(Forever, forever)
Diamonds are forever
(Forever, forever, forever)

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