Do The Damn Thang - Lyrics - Shake A Lil' Somethin' - 2 Live Crew

Title: Do The Damn Thang
Album: Shake A Lil' Somethin'
Artist: 2 Live Crew
Composer(s): Mark Ross, Christopher Wong Won, David Hobbs

Lyric:
Let?s get it on
I?m open real wide

I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)
I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)

I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)
I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)

I?m a bad motherfucker bringin? hoes to their knees
Fresh kid ice, long dick Chinese
Always on a mission ?cause I like to fuck
The way I hit the pussy is in the buck

Strokin? up and down, always takin? my time
Doin? it all till I make you mine
I rub your body with motion lotion
Lick you down like waves in the ocean

Do it till you?re satisfied
Have you moan even though you?re tired
I?ve fucked many bitches across the land
And no one slangs dick like the Chinamen

You ain?t been fucked ?cause your pussy?s froze
Many are called but few are chose
Bust them guts like it ain?t no thing
So bitch stop frontin?, let?s do the damn thing

I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)
I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)

Bitch, do you wanna swing with me?
Sex is the best with Brother Marquis
All hoes let my record show
All my bitches come back for more

It must be the way I throw my thing
It must be the way I spit my game
Look ?em in they eye, tell a quick lie
Kiss ?em and they cry, I don?t know why

Game so strong, yet so convincin?
Give me a minute, I?m up in it
Talk ?em out they draws real cool
Bitch, give it up smooth, you know the rules

True love ain?t so hard to find
It?s right between your legs and mine
None of my bitches, they never complain
They like the way I do the damn thing

I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)
I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)

I love it when a bitch be like proper
A hooche with a coochie that?ll let me pop her
The blac vagina finda once
I?m inside I must remind her

Pussy?s deception, dick?s a weapon
After I fuck, I?m steppin?
Damn right, ain?t nothin? changed
That?s the way I do my thing

Let me do it like nothin? before
I don?t need a friend, I need a whore
I need a bitch who?ll fuck all night
Take plenty of dick, and the pussy?s right

She?ll keep me goin? till she gets me off
And bring me up, when I?m soft
Let?s get together ?cause it ain?t no thing
You and me, baby, doin? the damn thing

I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)
I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)

Do the damn thing
Hey, I?m doin? it, baby
Now rub the damn thing
Damn right, I?m rubbin? it, baby

Kiss the damn thing
Mmm, kissin? it, baby
Now do the damn thing
Then turn around, baby

Uhh, uhh
Now throw the damn thing
Throw, throw it
Throw, the damn thing, baby

I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)
I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)

I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)
I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)

Come on girl, do, do it
Do, the damn thing, baby
Come on girl, do, do it
Do, the damn thing, baby

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Do The Damn Thing - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: Do The Damn Thing
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): Dedrick Rolison, B Thomas

Lyric:
Do the damn thang, ya dun-da-dunts

In the west, they do the damn thang
In the east, they do the damn thang
In the south, they do the damn thang
In the north, they do the damn thang
The whole world, do the damn thang

I do the damn thang, I let my nuts hang
And of course I'ma Inglewood swang, off the top fuck cops
Rollin' through the hood in an ol' school drop
Six fo's, pimp those hoes after shows with the swat meet cotes
Low-ride wessyde and all bitch-ass niggaz betta hide

Big wheels, ex-peels, I sign nuttin' but eight-figure deals
Shoot blocks, sell rocks, Mack 10 got the block on lock
Crack bitches, get riches stay gangsta and fuck all snitchas
Bust nines, flat lines killa Cali riders and gang signs

Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang

Long braids, bandannas three mil' on a house in Atlanta
Test coupes, triple beams and keep work for the neighborhood fiends
Starched khakis, red chucks red every thang, cars and trucks
Yes y'all and big ballin', shut the town down nigga, shot callin'

Fo' life, with stripes CMR keep it crackin' all night
Dominoes, dice games G'd up and I got hood fame
West side, platinum chains waistline, that's my new thang
All year, fresh gear cross a nigga, fuck around and disappear

Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang

Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang

See, see, see
Do the
Bitch please, six threes candy paint with the triple gold D's
Big drums, load clips, close range with the hollow-point tips
Twenty cars, ten bikes, chuck Taylor's or the air force nick's
Throat peelers, get scrilla my whole crew ex-cons and killaz

Inglewood is my hood represent and it's all to the good
Fast cars, big stars hundred thou on every 16's doors
Fuck you and yo' crew, whattchu bitch-ass niggaz wanna do?
Let it rain and make ya pay, get money nigga do the damn thang

Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang

Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.

See, you do the damn thang if you still gon' sleep witcha baby mama
'Cuz you know it's gon' be drama but you take care of yo' kids
You done the damn thang, when you go back to the hood
knowhamsayin and lay it down, buyin' cutlass's
And all that kinda foolishness whatever, you do the damn thang

Knahmsayin'? See how I'm sayin'
If you a ugly dude and you got a whole lotta money
And the chicks jock you, then you do the damn thang
And you know you ugly and you got some bad chicks
You do the damn thang, you feel that?

If you a ugly chick or you was fine once
You know where you was fine and then ate it
And you might bust right now and you big ya dig?
In the two thousand, if they still jock you, then you do the damn thang
Y'all see's how I say it, do the damn thang

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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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Do My Thing - Lyrics - Total Devestation: The Best Of Busta Rhymes - Busta Rhymes

Title: Do My Thing
Album: Total Devestation: The Best Of Busta Rhymes
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Busta (Trevor Smi Rhymes, George Spivey

Lyric:
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Yes yes y'all)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Busta Rhymes in the place to be)
(In the place to be)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Hah, Flipmode is the place to be, in the place to be)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby

(Hah, party people it's me, let me do my thing)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Let me do my thing, let me do my thing)
Baby, let me do my thing baby
(Baby doll follow me baby)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Let me do my thing, just, check me out now)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby

Open up your door, let me on in
I just be wonderin' if I could do my thing baby
Y'all think fast, before I get, all in your ass
Bend your frame like Plexiglass

You motherfuckers, be actin' like you, don't know the half
You and your whole staff, make me laugh
Hah-hah-hah, hoh, y'all, you need to sing my song
With your similar features like Olivia Newton-John

Damn, ohh, I make the whole place warm, then
Hit you with some shit that make you niggaz look deformed
Now, stay tuned to every Busta Rhymes, coming soon
I will King Kong on niggaz like guerrilla monsoon, soon

Whoah, what seems to be the whole analysis?
Busta Rhymes just be rippin' shit, type miraculous
Bang you on your head so hard, shit be formin' callouses
Let me get this loot so we can move up in these palaces

Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Word is bond)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Let me do my thing, let me do my thing)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Let me do my thing)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Flipmode is the Squad, let us do our thing)

Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Let us do our thing, hah)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Yes yes baby, Busta Rhymes)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Let me do my thing)
Baby, let me do my thing baby
(Let let let me do my thing, hah)

When I step in the place you should keep your mouth closed
Take your fat finger out your nose
You should just pay attention, and watch how I wild on records
Make you sing, "The Lord is my shepherd"

In the process I do away with all nonsense
Hit you with magic like my name was Pocahontas
The dread, gon' make you party 'til you dead
Niggaz quick to talk shit oops! Upside your head

Put your head to bed let me do my thing Nuff said
Shit so hot make your chicken head do the spread
Tell me what you said, I said I never leave you misled
While you bullshit, I'd rather get the Lucci instead

Hah-huh-hah-hee-hah! Flip until you fall
Whylin' in your whip, 'til you crash into a brick wall
Through the nine-six, I be that nigga that be priceless
Always blowin' up your spot, bringin' more surprises

You, you know you really need to come clean
Let me do my thing, don't you even try to intervene
I will endanger your species like an ostrich
Hold you hostage, and crazy feed you swine sausage

Hah! I be the number one chosen just to keep you open
Chill with your thoughts I got your brain frozen
Pay the prices made the needed sacrifices
To present the grand opening of Flipmode Enterprises

Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Hah hah, hahahh)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Whohh, let me do my thing)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Let me do my thing, please)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Let me do my thing Flipmode is the Squad y'all)

Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Let us do our thing)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Please, let us do our thing)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Oh yes it's me, yes it's the Squad)
Let me do my thing baby
(Flipmode, we gon' do our thing)

Let me do my thing for nine-five, nine-six, suck dick
(Let me get down, do my thing)
Yes I got the bag full of brand new tricks
(Let me get down, do my thing)
Dead in the face, yes I'm gon' hit you with hits
(Let me get down, do my thing)
Oh my God, me and my niggaz
(Let me get down, do my thing)

Let me get down, do my thing
Let me get down, do my thing
Let me get down, do my thing

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Whatever You Like - Lyrics - Her Name Is Nicole - Nicole Scherzinger

Title: Whatever You Like
Album: Her Name Is Nicole
Artist: Nicole Scherzinger
Composer(s): Jamal Jones, Nicole Scherzinger, Clifford Harris, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
All at a dime

Ladies and gentlemen
I know what you want
She hot as a stove
Her name is Nicole

I?ll do whatever you like
I?ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do
I'll do, I'll do whatever you like
What you want?

I?ll do whatever you like
I?ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do
I'll do, I'll do whatever you like

Boy, you want my body
Wanna ride it like a Harley
Once or twice around the block
I bet I?ll have you saying, woh, woh

First stop, let me pop
Drop like a helicop
Pay attention on me
While I show you the scenario

You're charming me boy
You boy, you're charming me
Just like this beat is gonna do
On the radio

Damn, I thought you knew me
By way you?re talking to me
You get any closer to me
Then I might just have to let it go

Something 'bout that cocky thing
You got me wanna see what?s really going on

I'll do the thing, I'll do the thing you wanna
(Ladies an gentlemen)
I?m gonna do you anything you wanna
(I know what you want)

I'll do the thing, I'll do the thing you wanna
(She hot as a stove)
I?m gonna do you anything you wanna
(Her name is Nicole)

I?ll do whatever you like
I?ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do
I'll do, I'll do whatever you like

I?ll do whatever you like
I?ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do
I'll do, I'll do whatever you like

Yeah, yeah
Work it out, girl

Make a bet
You put the cat in the nap
I?ll tell you what daddy get
All night lover

See the cheek
Wanna see me make it speak
Watch it while mommy teach it
I won?t stutter

I can tell
You ain't never had a touch
Order a bottle, I'll show this much
I?ll do that for ya

Baby said
Promise I can make it rain
Lemme see that sugar cane
You like that, don?t cha

Something bout that cocky thing
You got me wanna see what?s really going on

I'll do the thing, I'll do the thing you wanna
(Ladies an gentlemen)
I?m gonna do you anything you wanna
(I know what you want)

I'll do the thing, I'll do the thing you wanna
(She hot as a stove)
I?m gonna do you anything you wanna
(Her name is Nicole)

I?ll do whatever you like
I?ll do whatever you like
(There it go your dealing with the real deal, baby)

I can do, I can do
I'll do, I'll do whatever you like
(I'm not one of those rapper guys)

I?ll do whatever you like
I?ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do
(Hold up, you better tell 'em)
I'll do, I'll do whatever you like

See me in the back
Chick like that
Get you to run around
But I can hit it like that

Ask anyone around
I?m the shit like that
Eat it, beat it, till it?s swollen
You gonna need an icepack

I?ll tell her big thang poppin?
Let me hear you say that
Lay back, play that
Purp Kush blowing in the Maybach

With my company
Three and them be one of me
Imagine what they done to me
On top of me, up under me

Accept no imitation, baby
Other cat be hatin?
They be all in ya face
I mean all in the wussy

See, I can take you on vacation
Or we can ball in the A
You hit me up four in the mornin?
What you callin? to stay shawty

Something bout that cocky thing
You got me wanna see what?s really going on

I'll do the thing, I'll do the thing you wanna
(Ladies an gentlemen)
I?m gonna do, do anything you wanna
(I know what you want)

I'll do the thing, I'll do the thing you wanna
(She hot as a stove)
I?m gonna do, do anything you wanna
(Her name is Nicole)

I?ll do whatever you like
I?ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do
I do, I do whatever you like

I?ll do whatever you like
I?ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do
Wait a minute, motherfucker

I?ve been looking all night
Wanna kiss it one time
Mommy do what you like
Go head pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it

First you gotta get right
I can love you long time
I become a big crime
Then I'll pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it

Once she wind it uptight
I promise a goodnight
Girl, you?re gonna sleep tight
When I pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it

Wanna look at your eyes
When you get the big prize
Gonna give it up kind
When I pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it

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Protectors Of 1472 - Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Protectors Of 1472
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): Warren Griffin, Rahman Griffin, Jermaine Dupri, Calvin Broadus, Chris Martin

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Lyric:
Biach

What cha wanna do?
What cha wanna do?
We're the Legion of Doom
What cha wanna do?
What cha wanna do?
We're the Legion of Doom

What cha wanna do?
What cha wanna do?
We're the Legion of Doom
What cha wanna do?
What cha wanna do?
We're the Legion of Doom

1472 is the same cut throats and locs
And plenty dope, can you cope?
You can call me Count Cool
I control all the bitches, ChiChi control the riches
And Fly surf the snitches

Look up in the sky it's the Fly
My heroin whip, clip on hip, now trip on this
A bunch of outlaws try to take my town
Set up shop, run me out, and cut me down

And how that sound, when I'm the illa superhero
Born and raised on that muthafucking underground
Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
Try to catch me slip 'em but now you about to be my victim

I'm not Aquaman but a aqua boogie
I'm sorta like a monster, chasin' cookies
And I spin a web any size, you can call me to fly
I walk walls and this here is for all my dogs

I'm like the wonder twins, my style activates
The minute niggas get in it and try to paper hate
It's Fly, the rider mayne, a rider mayne
I do it like a muthafucking rider and

I representin' all the time and
I represent the mad ass fuckin' eastside
Look out, look out, come out
'Cause here comes the rider man, nigga

I rock the blue cake on 'em, drop the weight on 'em
The more they hate, the more I elevate on 'em
I swerve and collect, serve and protect
Never hit the streets without the ice on my neck

I'm all about partying, hoes, and getting paper
They call me ChiChi and do it up Cape Crusader
Contact through the frame no mistakes
To bank ruler's back in town and it's on us to shut 'em down
Now Fly, what cha wanna do?
(Nigga, what?)

Let's put this shit down my lil' homey Mr. Turner with the murder
He got my back, you know he put me up on game
When they get up, they getting lit up, he tear shit up

Enough said, don't tell it, jus sell it
We blowin' in the wind and we gonna ride til' we win
Young soldier stickin' to it, we put the Folger
It's your turn gone get on up and get the lac
And don't forget to grab your strap

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't
It's the Legion of Doom ain't a damn thing changed
Keep it safe and sound, got it locked down
And you don't have to worry when we in your town

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't
It's the Legion of Doom ain't a damn thing changed
Keep it safe and sound, got it locked down
And you don't have to worry when we in your town

Just a young muthafucker from the street
Forced to be a G-angsta, knock-knock
With a glock, pump pump answer
Throw your hands up nigga, yeah death's a callin'
Went from petty deaf bank robber to straight ballin'

Stop with us, walk with us as we bust through the doors
40's falls like parts in us off in dust
[Incomprehensible] got many hoes in
Plenty dope plus we fly as fuck

Duct tape while room up, toe tag 'em
Have him feel the strength of a black magnum
Body bag him, nobody is bad as them
As shown as them, set kissed like FM

Life in 147 to the deuce
Right then I slipped in the bullet-proof suit
And swoop down on the bank ruler with the gats
Waiting for the permission to cancel his ass
Handle his ass

I love to see his guts and his blood spill
And cracked the fuck up as I ride flying up high with a 45
If a red demon down on it from the sky
Drop and I put the barrel right between his eyes
Said you fuck with the Legion and now you must die

We serve and protect all the hustlers
And G's from the west to the north
South and back to the east

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't
It's the Legion of Doom ain't a damn thing changed
Keep it safe and sound, got it locked down
And you don't have to worry when we in your town

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't
It's the Legion of Doom ain't a damn thing changed
Keep it safe and sound, got it locked down
And you don't have to worry when we in your town

Look up in the sky, no it ain't
Ain't a damn thing changed
Got it locked down
When we in your town

Look up in the sky, no it ain't
Ain't a damn thing changed
Get it locked down
And you don't have to worry when we in your town

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The Things That U Do - Lyrics - Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince

Title: The Things That U Do
Artist: Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
Composer(s): Craig King, Willard Smith, Jeffrey Townes

Lyric:
It's just the things that you do
It's just the things that you do
It's just the things that you do
It's just the things that you do
(The way you do the things you do)

Ain't yo' fault the alarm clock sound
I grab my shoe and turn the damn thing down
But now it's 9 o'clock and I still ain't up up yet
Work on time, yeah I admire the concept
You got me journin' and I mean anticipating
Seeing you I can't wait and so not concentrate
My mind is blind of all the times thinking of you
And the way you do things you do

It's just the things that you do
It's just the things that you do
It's just the things that you do
It's just the things that you do
(The way you do the things you do)

I walk in the park for a midnight rynic
For a slow dance, romance, my motive is see through
I wanna be with you but I ain't hiding
A wave of love and I'm gliding and ridening
Things like that when you hear me
Sayin' sort of sounds like that same old cliche
Climbing the highest mountain and swimming the deepest sea
But I can't front, I want you to be want me

'Cause baby when you grab me tightly
You send chills and tend to insight me
When you caress and fumble me lightly
Oh girl watch up 'cause she might be
Settin' yourself up the way that you tease me
Sooner or later you gonna have to please me
It's just something about you
The way you do things you do

It's just the things that you do
It's just the things that you do
It's just the things that you do
It's just the things that you do
(The way you do the things you do)

Now why oh why would an incredibly fly guy like me
Be chasing one lady
It's just something about you
The way you carry yourself when you're out to
Seein' how I sort of captifying style, I've parked the feelin'
But your whippers are peeling
Since this is a subject that I brought up
I just mind as well admit that I'm caught up

It ain't the clothes that you're wearin'
Your perfume or the sytle that that your hair's in
It ain't your body, how slim your waist is
Your new jeans and how pretty your face is
But I feel funny when it close pack sillity
Making me wonder what's gettin' in to me
It's just something about you
The way you do the things you do

It's just the things that you do
It's just the things that you do
(The way you do the things you do)
It's just the things that you do
It's just the things that you do
(The way you do the things you do)

It's nothing that you do
It's nothing that you do
(The way you do the things you do)

The mystery is some this world panda
Just sittin' back let my mind wonda
Whatta, whadda, whodda, whada Hell is this young lady
Drivin' so crazy, reply in thought pose like the thinker
I play you with kiss or a winka
Or a smile just to show you
It's something about you
The way you do the things you do

Come here, come here
Come on out, don't worry
You want me to chase, you, don't you?
Just come here, I've got you now

The way you do the things you

It's just the things that you do
(The way you do the things you do)
It's just the things that you do
(The way you do the things you do)
It's just the things that you do
(The way you do the things you do)
It's just the things that you do
(The way you do the things you do)

It's just the things that you do
(The way you do the things you do)
It's just the things that you do
(The way you do the things you do)
It's just the things that you do
(The way you do the things you do)
It's just the things that you do
(The way you do the things you do)

It's nothing that you do
(The way you do the things you do)
It's nothing that you do
(The way you do the things you do)

The way
The way
The way
The way you do the things you do

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Gotta Have It - Lyrics - The B.Coming - Beanie Sigel

Title: Gotta Have It
Album: The B.Coming
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Kenji Chiba Brown, Henry Jr Garner, Chad Hamilton, Terral Santiel, Norman Jesse Whitfield, Gwenetta Dickey, C Mitchell, Michael Steven Moore, Freddie Lee Dunn, Lequeint Jobe, Michael Samuel Nash, Dwight Grant, Kenneth Ray Copeland, Pedro Zayas

Lyric:
P, P.Crakk Cocaine
B, B.Mack is back
Chad, Chad what's on track?

I gotta have it, shot out to my b-boy Beans
And my S.P.chain gang, doin' the damn thing
I gotta have it, don't forget my boogie with beam
That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

Chain gang, gang bang, let my middle finger hang
Ain't nothin' changed my name, P. Crakk Cocaine
Relapse, I stay zapped, my urine ain't clean
No one to blame but Peedi and a nigga I mean

Ten stacks, Crakk come to the club and do the thing
You ain't got that, I'm in the crib fixin' my bricks
Style back, that's the method-zine
About to get your four stressed
So I can whip back on the whole sixteenth

I gotta have it, shot out to my b-boy Beans
And my S.P. chain gang, doing the damn thing
I gotta have it, don't forget my boogie with beam
That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

B. Mack, seat back, S.P. intact
You see me with Crakk, we strapped
What's the reason for that?
I need that, that Philly boy clap
Hit you niggas in your back, send the rest in your hat

Stay strapped with the Mack, with the 32 tall stack
The aim all that, when I flame you get all that
B-Boy Mack fuck with cracks since tall cats
It?s the Chain Gang, Bang Bang I suggest ya?ll fall back

I gotta have it, shot out to my boy B. Sige
And the S.P.chain gang for doin' the damn thing
I gotta have it, don't forget the r-r-ring r-r-ring
That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

Chain gang, lickey with the ban
Quickly spit it r-r-ring
Sickey Rickey get his ziggy bang
Snitchin' on the gang

Don't forget you get that Uncle Midi
Get him for his chain
Simply give him a chitty bang, sit him in a cling
No name, no blame, Mack 10 no aim

Hi-lo, rhino, put your body in pain
No play no games, 'fore blow your brain
Bo range me after the show, you know
Of course I gotta have my

I gotta have it, shot out to my b-boy Beans
And my S.P. chain gang, doin' the damn thing
I gotta have it, don't forget my boogie with beam
That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

State Prop click and pop hit you niggas with the glock
Catch a nigga whippin' in the kitchen cookin' in the pot
Pursue it then might crack you, hit him with the glock
When you hear that, then you know here come the cops

Hold up, wait, stop, fuck the cops
Got the baby Uzi whop, turn your cruiser to a drop
Get off the block 'fore SWAT surround the spot
We be locked in a box, three hots and a cot

I can't have it, shot out to my boy B. Sige
And the S.P.chain gang for doin' the damn thing
I gotta have it, don't forget the r-r-ring r-r-ring
That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

The mayor of Shot, this ain't England ain't no kings and queens
Feelin' heard from us want to jerk and bust, we Merciless like Ming
Twista and Beanie greedy like Peedi make the gun go r-r-ring
When you look at the thing, give me the bling
Hand me the chain and the ring

Ballin' in the bubble, blow a bubble, always actin' up
When trouble feel the double barrel of a double platinum thug
Clappin', ready for some action, and I'm going to empty the crib
I rep for the Roc and the State Property clique
Homey, you can't do shit

Throw a finger up, give me love, Remi in the club
When they see these thug, in a circle, snip the 50's up
Range Rove, 24 inch, blacked out bulbs
Blows fast, but hit your ho slow with the soul pole

Creepin' on niggas tryin' to test me in the black drop top
Pull up and let the bopper go bop, bop-bop
Treat you, in the wind, to my borough, blowin' on my back
And do the same to any nigga that?s tryin' take what I got
I can't have it

It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic

Se pone?, Se pone?, Se pone muy dificil
Se pone?, Se pone?, Se pone muy dificil
Se pone?, Se pone?, Se pone muy dificil
Se pone?, Se pone?, Se pone muy dificil

Chain gang, gang bang
P, P, P, P Crakk Cocaine
B, B Mack is back
Chad, Chad what's on track?
Now let's go

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Feels Good (Remix) - Lyrics - Naughty By Nature

Title: Feels Good (Remix)
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Allen Barry Gordon, Carl Wheeler, Tim Christian, Vincent Brown, Nastacia Kendall, Dwayne Wiggins, Anthony Criss, Raphael Saadiq, Joel Campbell, Teron O'Bryant Beal

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Lyric:
Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty kat at
Welcome to our party, sexy likkle shorties
"Written On Ya Kitten", lickin' lime from my Bacardi
Rub it on my body, kiss and twist and barley

Ask the don dada to to dat song
While I ooh ah, ooh ah, how I do that so long?
On the DL real baby, swell a dub crazy
DJ rewind that Naughty with that 3L Dub baby

I move simple, just as sooth mix'll move gentle
I give ya mother, goose pimples goose pimples
Ain't the last brother passed over
I be the bastard of the year, y'know that calf punchin' back brother

N A U G H, T Y, B Y
Na-Na-Na, Nature, not 'cause I hate ya
Master the matress, flip an' go backwards
One kiss on your cheek will make you backflip to Chadwick

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Ride the beat baby, drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Do your thing, come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

Naughty, Naughty

Hey, ever since back in the day from, 'O.P.P.' down to, 'Hip Hop Hooray'
Who invented party anthems that ease stress away?
You got drama, never mind that
Naughty by Nature, 3L Dub, all star tracks

We got that flavor that make your hands clap, toes tap
And crossin' cultural and generation age gaps
Never can you fade that
We make your body like rock to this

Everybody's block party's gonna wop to this
So to the family here's another one
And all those haters who ain't thinkin' we still havin' fun
Better throw your towel in son

How many years have we proved we can do this?
How many people we inspired to pursue this?
Well if you wanna test the mental the truth is
Naughty by Nature makes that Feel Good music

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Ride the beat baby, drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Do your thing, come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

Dang, Dang, I don't wanna go
The party ain't a party if it ain't, Naughty
Body to body dance, Naughty
Oh Lordie, its Iicon and Naughty

It's the groove move more of us hate, come on tour with us
If everybody smiles it makes the whole day glorious
Slide left, slide right
Throw your hands high, I know that's right

Now I strong, we ride strong, double Iicons
Gonna stop hurtin' better let bygones be bygones
Slide left, slide right
Dance ya spine out, wind let me find out

Ooh ah, ooh ah, outdoor with indo'
Aiyyo, drop the keys out the window
We got the wally with my yardies we partyin'
'Cause, after the party its the after-party and

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Ride the beat baby, drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Do your thing, come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands
Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands
Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands
Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands

Hey, don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Rock wit' it
Drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Rock wit' it
Come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Ride the beat baby, drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Do your thing, come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

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Feels Good - Lyrics - IIcons - Naughty By Nature

Title: Feels Good
Album: IIcons
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Allen Barry Gordon, Carl Wheeler, Tim Christian, Vincent Brown, Nastacia Kendall, Dwayne Wiggins, Anthony Criss, Raphael Saadiq, Joel Campbell, Teron O'Bryant Beal

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Lyric:
Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty kat at
Welcome to our party, sexy likkle shorties
"Written On Ya Kitten", lickin' lime from my Bacardi
Rub it on my body, kiss and twist and barley

Ask the don dada to to dat song
While I ooh ah, ooh ah, how I do that so long?
On the DL real baby, swell a dub crazy
DJ rewind that Naughty with that 3L Dub baby

I move simple, just as sooth mix'll move gentle
I give ya mother, goose pimples goose pimples
Ain't the last brother passed over
I be the bastard of the year, y'know that calf punchin' back brother

N A U G H, T Y, B Y
Na-Na-Na, Nature, not 'cause I hate ya
Master the matress, flip an' go backwards
One kiss on your cheek will make you backflip to Chadwick

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Ride the beat baby, drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Do your thing, come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

Naughty, Naughty

Hey, ever since back in the day from, 'O.P.P.' down to, 'Hip Hop Hooray'
Who invented party anthems that ease stress away?
You got drama, never mind that
Naughty by Nature, 3L Dub, all star tracks

We got that flavor that make your hands clap, toes tap
And crossin' cultural and generation age gaps
Never can you fade that
We make your body like rock to this

Everybody's block party's gonna wop to this
So to the family here's another one
And all those haters who ain't thinkin' we still havin' fun
Better throw your towel in son

How many years have we proved we can do this?
How many people we inspired to pursue this?
Well if you wanna test the mental the truth is
Naughty by Nature makes that Feel Good music

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Ride the beat baby, drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Do your thing, come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

Dang, Dang, I don't wanna go
The party ain't a party if it ain't, Naughty
Body to body dance, Naughty
Oh Lordie, its Iicon and Naughty

It's the groove move more of us hate, come on tour with us
If everybody smiles it makes the whole day glorious
Slide left, slide right
Throw your hands high, I know that's right

Now I strong, we ride strong, double Iicons
Gonna stop hurtin' better let bygones be bygones
Slide left, slide right
Dance ya spine out, wind let me find out

Ooh ah, ooh ah, outdoor with indo'
Aiyyo, drop the keys out the window
We got the wally with my yardies we partyin'
'Cause, after the party its the after-party and

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Ride the beat baby, drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Do your thing, come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands
Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands
Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands
Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands

Hey, don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Rock wit' it
Drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Rock wit' it
Come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Ride the beat baby, drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Do your thing, come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

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Supreme, Supreme - Lyrics - Talib Kweli

Title: Supreme, Supreme
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): William Jr Conti, Talib Kweli Greene, Dante Terrell Smith

Lyric:
Woo, we on fire tonight
Woo, yeah, we on fire tonight
Woo, Black Star in the house fo' sho'
Yo, now everybody go

Ghetto people it's time to ride
(Supreme, supreme)
Baby get involved go side to side
(Supreme, supreme)
Side to side

'Bout to slap box with the beat
The shit I spit is a snapshot of the street
You can see the crack spot in the backdrop
The heat in the stash box of the black drop

You wonder why there's more crime
Free food, or a check the only time niggaz on line
Getting information from the nigga net
The trickle down theory guess it ain't reached niggaz yet

I make a bigger bet
Kweli 'bout to be a bigger threat
'Cuz there's hardly any real niggaz left
What the fuck these niggaz talking 'bout?

Living a movie but the audience is walking out
I fight the temptation to rip the heart from your chest
'Til there's only five hard beats left, it's like a dead man walking
I turn on the radio and I hear dead men talking

Ghetto people it's time to ride
(Supreme, supreme)
Baby get involved go side to side
(Supreme, supreme)

Yo', I got my headphones up like I'm listening close
Face blank with expression it isn't a joke
Start fire, sit back and spit it's smoke
To get it provoked, blow it back to get in your throat

Mad problems take all the niggaz you know
Add that number up with every nigga you don't
Final number, some total of the niggaz that won't
Break me down, shake me of my fame, my style

What time it is? Crew you can hate me now
And ten minutes from then you gon' love me again
Buck town republic again writing on the wall trouble again
Intensify struggle and such Killers

Sade lovers deluxe sound garnered, for the wild hearted
Downtrodden, up-starters young violent, uprising
Cocaine, and gunpowder up North, or bus crowded
Daily vibes to thug mountain cold caves or peaks of high

Think you present but unclear, and know how to hide
If you wonder why you got so much on your mind
'Cuz your living in a troubling time, this is a puzzling time
Fall back without recovering time, and time's up
Brooklyn, put your dimes up

Ghetto people it's time to ride
(Supreme, supreme)
Baby get involved go side to side
(Supreme, supreme)

Ghetto people it's time to ride
(Supreme, supreme)
Baby get involved go side to side
(Supreme, supreme)

I put feeling inside of my rap
Hold it down for my side of the map
No matter what North, South East or West side of the mat
Bend a needle on the mind and it's back

Got a problem with that? The holler back and the stars is black
We the New Era you just a Starter cap
Find out what happens when the artist in tact
Be sharp as a tack, fall back you smarter than that

Or perhaps you just ain't as smart as you think
Figure 8'n on the thin ice part of the rink
You a vessel that's promised to sink
Terra Firma ain't as hard as you think
Stare down, and you starting to blink

Like 182 this for fellas and the ladies who
Don't need to be spoon fed like baby food
I take a bite out the track like a Sabre-tooth
And spit out the truth 'til the cops come and spray the booth

Ghetto people it's time to ride
(Supreme, supreme)
Baby get involved go side to side
(Supreme, supreme)

Ghetto people it's time to ride
(Supreme, supreme)
Baby get involved go side to side
(Supreme, supreme)

It's all right with you it's all right with me
Do the damn thing what you wanna be
(Supreme, supreme)
That's right, that's right that's right that's right
That's right, that's right that's right that's right
(Supreme, supreme)

It's all right with you it's all right with me
Do the damn thing what you wanna be
(Supreme, supreme)
That's right, that's right that's right that's right
That's right, that's right that's right that's right
(Supreme, supreme)

It's all right with you it's all right with me
Do the damn thing what you wanna be
(Supreme, supreme)
That's right, that's right that's right that's right
That's right, that's right that's right that's right
(Supreme, supreme)

It's all right with you it's all right with me
Do the damn thing what you wanna be
(Supreme, supreme)
That's right, that's right that's right that's right
That's right, that's right that's right that's right
(Supreme, supreme)

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Senorita - Lyrics - Rest Is History - Jin

Title: Senorita
Album: Rest Is History
Artist: Jin
Composer(s): Rupert Holmes, Paul Vance, Gerald Florio, Quaadir Atkinson, Bashir Fida-I, Danny Jordan, Sean Martin, Jin Auyeung

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Lyric:
Yea, yea, Jin Jin
The rest is history
Lemme take you to mah hood
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

I'm goin' to Miami, I'm goin' to the fair
To see a Senorita, with flowers in her hair
Aww, shake it Senorita, shake it if you can
Show all the boys around the block you're doin' your damn thing

Wait a minute, wait a minute, this is how it started
Senorita caught my eye, she shake it the hardest
Yeah, she knows that I'm an artist, but that's regardless
Situation elevatin', I'm anticipatin'
Body got me mesmerized, I ain't tell no lies
You better tell those guys, you belong to me

I followed you, danced wit' you, bounced wit' you, shaked wit' you girl
I'm lovin' you, hatin' you, where would you fake wit' you girl
We can do anything under the moonlight
You in the mood right, I'm in the mood too
Now shake it shake it, keep doin' what you gotta do
I know a lot of J O's, but they ain't fly as you

I'm goin' to Miami, I'm goin' to the fair
To see a Senorita, with flowers in her hair
Aww, shake it Senorita, shake it if you can
Show all the boys around the block you're doin' your damn thing

I'm goin' to Miami, I'm goin' to the fair
To see a Senorita, with flowers in her hair
Aww, shake it Senorita, shake it if you can
Show all the boys around the block you're doin' your damn thing

We in the M I M I, mami am I am I
As cool as a 745 or Ocean Drive
Is that your Senorita? Do you really please her?
Give her to me, I'll make her hotter than a fever
Talk to me ma, is it the palm trees
Blue water while we fallin' off our jet-skis

Back to the hood, we can get nice together now
Take the tobacco out the wood whatever
You know I'm number one, you bangin' like the drums
Listen to the ocean while we chill under the sun
As tastefully, basically it
I came to Miami just to see you shake your shh

I'm goin' to Miami, I'm goin' to the fair
To see a Senorita, with flowers in her hair
Aww, shake it Senorita, shake it if you can
Show all the boys around the block you're doin' your damn thing

I'm goin' to Miami, I'm goin' to the fair
To see a Senorita, with flowers in her hair
Aww, shake it Senorita, shake it if you can
Show all the boys around the block you're doin' your damn thing

I'm sweatin it's hot, it's damn near 3 O'clock
Tell the DJ play the record let the needle drop
"Ficky ficky vicky" This joint is hot
Mami give me up, punani you can be on top now
Slow, your, roll is where we go
No one knows I'm gettin' dropped

I paint a picture, I'm layin' wit' you
I came to caress your soul, I ain't playin' wit' you
I'll take an itty bitty piece of your mind wit' me
You runnin' through mine like Diddy did the whole city
I'm flyin' through the clouds, I'm soarin' through the air
To see my Senorita, she's waitin' at the fair

I'm goin' to Miami, I'm goin' to the fair
To see a Senorita, with flowers in her hair
Aww, shake it Senorita, shake it if you can
Show all the boys around the block you're doin' your damn thing

I'm goin' to Miami, I'm goin' to the fair
To see a Senorita, with flowers in her hair
Aww, shake it Senorita, shake it if you can
Show all the boys around the block you're doin' your damn thing

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Damn Thing - Lyrics - The Price Of Fame - Bow Wow

Title: Damn Thing
Album: The Price Of Fame
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Anthony Waters, Jermaine Dupri, James Phillips

Lyric:
Yo, you ever be out and see somebody
That you want right then and there?
You know when they feel like talkin'
You just wanna walk right up to 'em and be like

Hey shorty, what I gotta do? Say what?
To get one night with you, one night
I ain't tryna play no game, is that right?
I'm just tryna do to the damn thang

Hey boy, first lemme say, what up?
If I ever let you play
You never would leave, you'd wanna stay, why?
'Coz I'm known for doin' my damn thing

Pump no gas liquid in this young fly mister
I could turn a Honda to 745 whip
Shorty, if I ride wit you, that would be a nice picture
If somebody say cheese, they talkin' 'bout me like hey

No holla back, though I got a lotta that
I could have you in some True Religious, Louis this, Gucci that
Shake what she gave you, your momma would be proud of that
Once I get you back some, you ain't gon' know how to act

You on fire, oh I think I, oh I think I like ya
Boy, I think I, boy, I think I might just
Let you hold the Lambo, let you ride the Coupe
Spin rubberband banks, girl, tell me, tell me

Hey shorty, what I gotta do? Say what?
To get one night with you, one night
I ain't tryna play no game, is that right?
I'm just tryna do to the damn thang

Hey boy, first lemme say, what up?
If I ever let you play
You never would leave, you'd wanna stay, why?
'Coz I'm known for doin' my damn thing

I see you runnin' 'round with these regular cats
I was just thinkin' to myself you could do better than that
I'm so ahead of the pack, be normal [Incomprehensible]
That's how you say what you spread in the back

Like hey shorty, what I gotta say?
Where I gotta take you, what I gotta pay?
Even it's for a night or if it's only for a day
I promise Bow won't bite, Bow will behave

Even though you on fire, oh I think I, oh I think I like ya
Boy, I think I, boy, I think I might just
Let you hold the Lambo, let you ride the Coupe
Spin rubberband banks, girl, tell me, tell me

Hey shorty, what I gotta do? Say what?
To get one night with you, one night
I ain't tryna play no game, is that right?
I'm just tryna do to the damn thang

Hey boy, first lemme say, what up?
If I ever let you play
You never would leave, you'd wanna stay, why?
'Coz I'm known for doin' my damn thing

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Wind It Up - Lyrics - Schmack! - Steriogram

Title: Wind It Up
Album: Schmack!
Artist: Steriogram
Composer(s): Jared Wrennall, Tim Youngson, Jacob Adams, Brad Carter, Tyson Kennedy

Lyric:
Close the mockers world, planets in the same room
Sentimental girls, all of which had fame too
Already gone, oh but they can?t leave you
Fight their clinging on, fight but they can?t be you

All this time they?re wasting my rhymes
Do you know what it is makes you say those things
Or why you have a problem with what we bring
Suddenly we believe in more than just luck
It?s not meant to offend you, just for us
We know that you gotta feel important
But it?s a shame that your ignorance is all you?re flaunting
Your insecurity?s out when you say we got no shot
Met thousands like you and we know they won?t stop

What if I would wind it up, wind it up, what if I could?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)

Your insecurity?s out when you say we got no shot
Met thousands like you and we know they won?t stop
We don?t mind ?cause we know what we?re searching for
It?s the time in our life we?ve been working for
We don?t feel elite when we?re doing this
Anyone can do it if you just take a risk
It?s not just us that you?re talking down to
I?ve heard you say the same to everyone around you

What if I would wind it up, wind it up?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)
What if I could wind it up, wind it up, what if I should ?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)

Now I?ll tell you Mr. Know-It-All
What you can do with all your worldly knowledge
You can take your business
And opinions and your mushroom and shove it up your
All this time they?re wasting my rhymes

What if I would wind it up, wind it up?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)
What if I could wind it up, wind it up?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)

What if I should wind it up, wind it up?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)
What if I could wind it up, wind it up?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)
What if I could?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)

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Dem Thangz - Lyrics - Up Close & Personal - Angie Martinez

Title: Dem Thangz
Album: Up Close & Personal
Artist: Angie Martinez
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Angie Martinez, Pharrell L Williams

Lyric:
Girl, you gotta move dem thangz, dem thangz
I wanna see you move dem thangz, dem thangz
In the hood dawg, you know they move dem thangz, dem thangz
'Cause ain't a damn thing changed man, they move dem thangz
(Yeah, it's my thang)

Yeah, I know how to move it
(Yeah, it's my thang)
I know how to do it
(Yeah, it's my thang)

I know how to move it man
(Yeah, it's my thang)
And I know how to do it

Yo, whoo, step up in the club like 'Who up in here?'
Linda Carter with the world premier, watch out now
Shit ain't clear 'cause Hova got me open on the Belvedere
Yeah, settin' it real good, feelin' proper

Checkin' out the nigga with the Gucci parka
Like, uh huh, okay, whassup?
It's a love a dub, and it's your world, I'm a choosy girl
But we can dance to the dawn like Lucy Pearl
'Cause you got that thang, thang

And we can do big thangz but go, easy
Like I told you before 'cause I don't wanna hurt you pah, huh
And the name is Angela
And ain't too many niggaz that can handle her, it's true

Girl, you gotta move dem thangz, dem thangz
I wanna see you move dem thangz, dem thangz
In the hood dawg, you know they move dem thangz, dem thangz
'Cause ain't a damn thing changed man, they move dem thangz
(Yeah, it's my thang)

Yeah, I know how to move it
(Yeah, it's my thang)
I know how to do it
(Yeah, it's my thang)

I know how to move it man
(Yeah, it's my thang)
And I know how to do it

Uh, since the start of it all
Standin' alone, claimin' my own, y'know?
Little that, little this
Cop a couple pieces to cover my little wrists
Prayin' while they hopin', they sayin' my shit'll miss

Man listen, it's my thang, I'm well connected
Pull them strings and I'm not new
On the block for a minute
And I won't stop 'til I get it, get it

Comin' widdit like the punisher
Gettin' all up in your stomach, uh huh, my bad
Gettin' focused now
Lot of niggaz in the club wanna poke us now

But back it up baby nice and slow
'Cause I roll with a whole lot of G.I. Joe's
In the cut camouflaged with they eyes on me
While I move my thang, c'mon

Girl, you gotta move dem thangz, dem thangz
I wanna see you move dem thangz, dem thangz
In the hood dawg, you know they move dem thangz, dem thangz
'Cause ain't a damn thing changed man, they move dem thangz
(Yeah, it's my thang)

Yeah, I know how to move it
(Yeah, it's my thang)
I know how to do it
(Yeah, it's my thang)

I know how to move it man
(Yeah, it's my thang)
And I know how to do it

Yo, I come through doin' what I do
Niggaz buggin' out like 'Who the fuck knew?'
Same chick from the radio dial
Same one from the summer jam, gettin' 'em wild

But now my niggaz, it's a new day
BK always like Biggie doin' juicy
Iced out like David Blaine
What's it all about baby? It's my thang

Yeah, I know how to move it
(Yeah, it's my thang)
I know how to do it
(Yeah, it's my thang)

I know how to move it man
(Yeah, it's my thang)
And I know how to do it
(Yeah, it's my thang)

Girl, you gotta move dem thangz, dem thangz
I wanna see you move dem thangz, dem thangz
In the hood dawg, you know they move dem thangz, dem thangz
'Cause ain't a damn thing changed man, they move dem thangz
(Yeah, it's my thang)

Yeah, I know how to move it
(Yeah, it's my thang)
I know how to do it
(Yeah, it's my thang)

I know how to move it man
(Yeah, it's my thang)
And I know how to do it

Yeah, I know how to move it
I know how to do it
I know how to move it man

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