Do You Know Where Your Man Is - Lyrics - Pam Tillis

Title: Do You Know Where Your Man Is
Artist: Pam Tillis
Composer(s): Carol W Chase, Dave Gibson, Howard Russell Smith

Lyric:
Night is fallin' on this honky tonk city
Country music spliin' out on the street
Sure can sound good to a hard workin' man
At the end of a hard workin' week

Did you kiss him when he left this morning?
Does he know that he's needed at home?
If you don't feel that old thrill then somebody else will
There's some mighty good women all alone

It's ten o' clock, do you know where your man is?
And are you sure that he's doin' you right?
Are you still in his heart when he's out of your sight?
Do you know where your man is tonight?

Sometimes lovers just get too busy livin' their lives day by day
A true lovin' heart is so hard to find and so easy to let slip away
So if he's there by your side count your blessing
Hold him tight and show him you care 'cause temptation's out there

It's twelve o' clock, do you know where your man is?
And are you sure that he's doin' you right?
Are you still in his heart when he's out of your sight?
Do you know where your man is tonight?

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He Wasn'T Man Enough (Album Version) - Lyrics - Essential Toni Braxton - Toni Braxton

Title: He Wasn'T Man Enough (Album Version)
Album: Essential Toni Braxton
Artist: Toni Braxton
Composer(s): Lashawn Daniels, Rodney Jerkins, Fred Iii Jerkins, Harvey Jr. Mason

Lyric:
Darkchild, oh yeah
Toni Braxton, oh
Yeah, uh, uh
Darkchild yeah, listen girl

Who do you think I am?
Don't you know that he was my man?
But I chose to let him go
So why do you act like I still care about him?

Looking at me like I'm hurt
When I'm the one who said
I didn't want it to work
Don't you forget I had him first?

Whatcha' thinking? Stop blaming me
He wasn't man enough for me
If you don't know now, here's your chance
I've already had your man

Do you wonder just where he's been? Yeah
And I'd be worried about him
Now it's time you know the truth
I think he's just the man for you

What are you thinking
Do you know about us back then?
Do you know I dumped your husband?
Girlfriend, I'm not thinking 'bout him

But you married him
Do you know I made him leave?
Do you know he begged to stay with me?
He wasn't man enough for me, listen girl

Didn't he tell you the truth
If not, then why don't you ask him?
And maybe you could be more into him
Instead of worrying 'bout me

And hopefully, you won't find
All of the reasons why
His love didn't count
And why we couldn't work it out

Whatcha' thinking? Stop blaming me
He wasn't man enough for me
If you don't know now, here's your chance
See I've already had your man

Do you wonder just where he's been? Yeah
And I'd be worried about him
Now it's time you know the truth
I think he's just the man for you

What are you thinking?
Do you know about us back then?
Do you know I dumped your husband?
Girlfriend, I'm not thinking 'bout him

But you married him
Do you know I made him leave?
Do you know he begged to stay with me?
He wasn't man enough for me

So many reasons why our love is through yeah
What makes you think he'll be good to you?
No it makes no sense 'cause he will never change
Girl, you better recognize the game

What are you thinking?
Do you know about us back then?
Do you know I dumped your husband?
Girlfriend, I'm not thinking 'bout him

But you married him
Do you know I made him leave?
Do you know he begged to stay with me?
He wasn't man enough for me

What are you thinking?
Do you know about us back then?
Do you know I dumped your husband?
Girlfriend, I'm not thinking 'bout him

But you married him
Do you know I made him leave?
Do you know he begged to stay with me?
He wasn't man enough for me

What are you thinking?
Do you know about us back then?
Do you know I dumped your husband?
Girlfriend, I'm not thinking 'bout him

But you married him
Do you know I made him leave?
Do you know he begged to stay with me?
He wasn't man enough for me

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Do You Know - Lyrics - Bad Boy'S Da Band

Title: Do You Know
Artist: Bad Boy'S Da Band
Composer(s): Wyclef Jean, Dylan John, Michael Masser, Lynese Wiley, J Wonder, M Charmin, R Hill, Lloyd Mathis, Charles Strause, Freddrick Watson,Sara Stokes, G Goffin

Lyric:
Y'all hear the guitars
Wyclef is in the building
Puffy came to get me
I have officially made the band
I'm a rock star

Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things that life is showing you
What are you gonna do, do you know

So where you from? Where chicks rock Air Force One's
Belly shirts tied up and our hair stay done
So where you from? Where they don't rock Air Force One's
We hit the block out the spots holding Air Force guns

So where you from? Philly splitters rock Dickies and boots
A deuce deuce in my tube socks inching the shoe
Man where you from? Where guerrillas don't be messing with cops
You catch a case go on the run and still hugging the block

So what you doing? Big Ballin' money makin' and flossin'
Sean Johnin' you know how we do it in New Orleans
So what you doing? What I'm doing, man I'm doing it big
I'm cockin' it back the mack crack, crackin' your wig

Man what you doing? Man I'm minding my biz
I'm trying to feed my kids I can't starve dog I need my rib
Yo what you doing? Shuttin' broads down believe me
On my grind all night 'cause your girl is greedy

Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things that life is showing you
What are you gonna do, do you know

All I know somebody better have my money
If being broke is a joke, I don't find that funny
All I know that chicks better respect my gangsta
I'm far from your mother but I still will spank ya

All I know is this project living and sh
What could you tell me if you ain't never been in this here
All I know, my flow put me through better doors
And bought two gold pedals for that Bentley Azure

Please, don't give up, on your life
Ghetto child, it's alright

The sun will come out tomorrow
Even though we grindin' down in the ghetto
But so we go and so we go

When the sun come out to shine I'd be so ready for die now
Forgive me for my sins but I still holding me nine-ah
VIP looking for another man for rob now
Just another way for escape Riker's Island

I'm gonna prove to these dudes I can get me a Coupe
Without snatching you out of yours with that steam on you
I wanna prove, I'm a superstar my rims sitting on Shaquille O'Neals
You know who we are

I gonna prove it that Babs is the best in the game
So thugs hold on tight like I'm snatching your chain
And I'm gonna prove it to the chicks that cold shouldered me
And the record labels that chose to look over me, ha

I ain't going back to jail to a pack of
Oodles and Noodles in the wack of my cell
Dudes get cut in the yard we rushing the guards
We taking over it's a riot gun button the Sarge
All of my homies with wheels waiting for in the peel
Is all the way real we peel penitentiary steel, come on

Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things that life is showing you
What are you gonna do, do you know

Bad Boy, Refugee camp Collabo, let's go
Babs from Brooklyn and I do my thing
Chopper City straight out of New Orleans
The infamous Freddy P. from the M I A

It's Sara stokes with the Midwest Swing
Dylan Dillinger doing me thing
E-Ness that Philly cat sticking for bling, pow

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Can'T Hustle 4 Ever - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: Can'T Hustle 4 Ever
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Gerry Goffin, Michael Masser, Kimberly Laurice Ward, Darren Clowers, Anthony Henderson, Andre Taylor

Lyric:
Hey yo, I'm tired of runnin these streets, yo
I'm tired of hustlin
Y'all motherf**kers think this is all a game
This shit ain't easy, this is all I know
What am I supposed to do now? huh?

Do you know where you're goin to?
Do you like the things the streets it's showin you?
Do you know, you Can't Hustle Forever?
Do you know where you're goin to?
Do you like the things the streets it's showin you?
Do you know, you Can't Hustle Forever?

It was you and me against the world
We switched the game up
Hustlin forever together before we came up
It changed our paths we went our separate ways
No more ridin on them niggaz for me, how I miss those days
Swore up and down you was a super thug, so it's told
But had compassion for your foes wit'cha heart of gold
While I was rappin and singing you started slangin and bangin
But with money comes greed saw your heart it was changin
Niggaz out on the street, your peeps gettin covered in sheets
You relied on heat to keep you from suffering defeat
And now you're different like these savages, you're soul golfed
Out
I know you're hurtin everytime I see your soul from you
You at your crossroads, whatcho gonna do?
Where you going, boo?
Street is watchin just to take your soul from you
Who will feed your seed if you're locked down, or better yet
Dead?
Did you live your life to the fullest when you take your last
Breath?
Do you know?

Do you know where you're goin to?
Do you like the things the streets it's showin you?
Do you know, you Can't Hustle Forever?
Do you know where you're goin to?
Do you like the things the streets it's showin you?
Do you know, you Can't Hustle Forever?

Come follow me into my life, my life, my life
I'm a young hustla
This is to get paid as I stay clean away from bustas
Strugglin is in my blood
Mentality thug, reality I'm f**ked up
I gotta go get it my goddamn self, cause ain't nobody about to
Give me shit
Gotta go out and get the rent pay
So I'ma be out here on this block with these rocks and this
Glock
Until I profit could you stop it?
Mama used to say 'but until I see it better, it got to be this
Way'
And it don't look like I be going nowhere, nowhere
Looks like I'm stuck in this here ghetto
Even though I done got this dream of being famous
This is really short, and if I don't make it by the end of the
Year
Shit's feelin to be changin I'ma be dangerous, bangin nigga's
Brain
Nigga, I'ma start sharin my pain and bang
Hey, this shit we do for the dollar, dollar bill y'all
So, before I get killed y'all
I gotta make better ain't tryin hustle forever, ever

Do you know where you're goin to?
Do you like the things the streets it's showin you?
Do you know, you Can't Hustle Forever?
Do you know where you're goin to?
Do you like the things the streets it's showin you?
Do you know, you Can't Hustle Forever?

God, please I know you see me livin better that this
But, truthfully it's hard for Dre to comprehend cause it's
Cheddar to get
If I don't hustle I can't eat
So in these streets it's you and me
Takin these fair penitentiary chances
Plus some real finances that'll (?) me and my fam to better
Circumstances
Rider quote 'man even though I know I know how this game go'
Got the green light for cash and I can't let time pass
Gotta grabs mines reality's a mutha
Tryin to hold on to all my survivin thugs brothas
See, this life'll make you sharp and hard two clenched fists for
The struggle
Ride for my thug nation that love to hustle hard
With slugs from berettas, doing dirty business
Some niggaz still can't get together collecting figgas
Make it impossible to hustle forever
But life's a struggle we gonna survive until something come
Along better
RIDERS

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I Can Do That - Lyrics - Montell Jordan

Title: I Can Do That
Artist: Montell Jordan
Composer(s): Montell Du'Sean Jordan, Teddy Bishop

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Lyric:
Ain't you asleep yet? Yeah, I'm still here
You want me to buy you some Victoria's Secrets? Yeah, I can do that
You want sex twice a day everyday? Yo, I can do that
You shouldn't be talkin' to me like that though
I mean, I'm just right around the corner, check it out

Caramel eyes, chocolate thighs
Your honey brown complexion makes my nature rise
But you don't understand
You got me feenin' for your candy land, yes you do

Your voice is warm on a night so cold
My cell phone bill is running out of control
So as I talk to you I hop in my whip to bring this to you
And you're gonna find out

Sex you from head to toe
I'll kiss you where your man just refuse to go
And if you don't know, baby now you know
Girl, I can do that, I can do that

Lady come n' ride with me
Tonight I'ma show you how it's suppose to be
Satisfying you sexually, yeah
I can do that, I can do that

Ooh, can we share an orgasm baby?
Just follow my instructions very carefully
I'm gonna take your clothes off leave your shoes on
The candlelight will keep your body nice and warm

And after I undress you I'll apply a little pressure
It'll give you so much pleasure, ooh
It'll be like sailing away
Just say that you want for me to stay, and I'll

Sex you from head to toe
I'll kiss you where your man just refuse to go
And if you don't know, baby now you know
Girl, I can do that, I can do that

Lady come n' ride with me
Tonight I'ma show you how it's suppose to be
Satisfying you sexually, yeah
I can do that, I can do that

I'll buy you lingerie I can do that
Sex you twice a day I can do that
Lick the champagne off of your back, yeah
I can do that, I can do that

I'll keep the kitty warm just make it purr for me
Then after I undress you I'll apply a little pressure
It'll give you so much pleasure, ooh it'll be like sailing away

Sex you from head to toe
I'll kiss you where your man just refuse to go
And if you don't know, baby now you know
Girl, I can do that, I can do that

Lady come n' ride with me
Tonight I'ma show you how it's suppose to be
Satisfying you sexually, yeah
I can do that, I can do that

Buy you lingerie buy you panties girl
Sex you twice a day take 'em off
And if you don't know, baby now you know
And if you don't know girl, I can do that, I can do that

Lady come n' ride with me
Tonight I'ma show you how it's suppose to be
Satisfying you sexually, yeah
I can do that, I can do that

Sex you from head to toe
I'll kiss you where your man just refuse to go
And if you don't know, baby now you know
Girl, I can do that, I can do that

Lady come n' ride with me
Tonight I'ma show you how it's suppose to be
Satisfying you sexually, yeah
I can do that, I can do that

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Legend Of The Fall Offs - Lyrics - The Big Bang - Busta Rhymes

Title: Legend Of The Fall Offs
Album: The Big Bang
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Gayle Moran, Trevor Smith, Andre Young

Lyric:
Yeah, I know
A lot of you niggaz don't plan on the day when you'd have to see me
You see, I'm that nigga that you should really be afraid of
I dig graves for niggaz like you
We gon' get more acquainted at a time when you least expect it

Do you ever think
(Do you ever think)
What life would be?
(What life would be?)
Where you will go
(Where will you go)
After you die?
(After you die?)

Do you ever think
(Do you ever think)
What life would be?
(What life would be?)
Where you will go
(Where will you go)
After you die?
(After you die?)
You fucked up, nigga

You know that when that time comes and nobody is checkin'
And everything you had is gone in the split of a second
That's when it starts hittin' the fan and it gets real in this bitch
Just face the fact your shit's a wrap and you gotta deal with the shit

Despite I talk about it, I ain't makin' fun of them niggaz
I give thanks 'cause I've been blessed and I ain't one of them niggaz
Can't imagine how difficult it is, I know you suspect
That shit around you is lookin' dumb, it's getting' hard to accept it

Alone in the mirror, you look at yourself and you smile
Disregarding the fact your running's been done for a while
Refuse to acknowledge the truth like the mind of a child
Continue frontin', like it's nothin' while you live in denial

While all your people around you start to leave you in the same place
You overexert the little you have left to save face
You tryin' to hide your expression from lookin' worried
On what to do when your career is buried

Do you ever think
(Do you ever think)
What life would be?
(What life would be?)
Where you will go
(Where will you go)
After you die?
(After you die?)

Do you ever think
(Do you ever think)
What life would be?
(What life would be?)
Where you will go
(Where will you go)
After you die?
(After you die?)

Niggaz ain't givin' a fuck about your flows no more
You ain't the star you were, fuckin' the same hoes no more
Promoters ain't payin' and bookin you for shows no more
You ain't whippin' the Range, you ain't whippin' a Rolls no more

Reality starts to settle in, you're sweatin' every wake up
You're broke and now you gotta return your jewelry to Jacob
You run around and you front like you're still on fire
But nobody believes you, and now you live as a liar

You're only lyin' to yourself cause it's evident in the proof
As your world continues to crumble, come to terms with the truth
You're still holdin' on to them days when everything was about you
But niggaz don't even remember you enough to just shout you

I remember when you did your thing without a doubt tastefully
The problem was you didn't know when to bow out gracefully
Once told, never burn out, it's best to fade away
Preserve your value so that you can live to see a greater day

People see you and it's bugged that you mean nothin'
You doin' shit and front to prove to people you mean somethin'
It happens in the vicious when the truth starts to settle in
You step to the door of the club and see that you ain't gettin' in

Forgettin' you a man first, chasin' the fame
Got to remember, morals and principles, reppin' your name proper
But most niggaz don't, and they whole life hurried
What do you do when your career is buried?

Do you ever think
(Do you ever think)
What life would be?
(What life would be?)
Where you will go
(Where will you go)
After you die?
(After you die?)

Do you ever think
(Do you ever think)
What life would be?
(What life would be?)
Where you will go
(Where will you go)
After you die?
(After you die?)

Okay, I told you we was gonna get more acquainted
At a time when you least expect it, nigga
I'm here to lay you to rest once and for all
You've been dead a long time but you refuse to accept that shit

But it's okay, nigga shut the fuck up and get in the box nigga
It was custom built for all niggaz like you
You just don't wanna accept when it's time to hang it up
See you in the afterlife nigga, wherever the fuck that is

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Keep It True - Lyrics - All Balls Don't Bounce - Aceyalone

Title: Keep It True
Album: All Balls Don't Bounce
Artist: Aceyalone
Composer(s): James D. Clark, Edwin M. Hayes Jr.

Lyric:
You know we keep it true, we keep it true
We keep it true, we keep it true
You know we keep it true, we got to keep it true
We got to keep it true

We got to keep it true, you know what we do
You know what we do
We got to keep it true, relax your mind with the music
You know what we do, you know what we do
Sit back and vibe with this true shit

This isn't really what you think it is
That is if you're even thinkin' in the first place
The first place isn't always the winner
And winnin' isn't everything and this is not a race

I am not a android, I am not a Mongoloid
I am not annoyed by the void in your brain
This is not a trick, son, you are not a victim
You are just a man, B-boyed out the game, let me explain

Abstract, are you fresh? Ain't nobody fresher
But it's hard to get around without some clown tryin' to test ya
Acey, are you dope? Dopest in the world
I give it to the moms and pops, I give it to the boys and girls
Oh, so you a family man? Aren't we all, aren't we all
Yes, we are, trying to make jams man and expand my repertoire

We got to keep it true, we got to keep it true
Relax your mind with the music
You know what we do, you know what we do
Sit back and vibe with this true shit

Well, I be arrangin' thoughts in my brain cell family
[Unverified] embarking on incredible creative routes
Understanding me is truth shining like a lie
When I say break wide, I mean take trips
Not just in your ride in your mind

'Cause when you left, you're right on time
The sun'll come out tomorrow and it'll set in the west
So I don't sweat the rest
Who wanna inhale stress? Keep it true

You know we keep it true, we keep it true
We keep it true we keep it true
You know we keep it true, you know what we do
You know what we do

We got to keep it true, the W the W the W
We got to keep it true
Relax your mind with the music and keep it true
And keep it true, sit back and vibe with this true shit

The world is full of bullshitters, liars and triers and quitters
'Could have beens', wannabes, 'Thought-I-was isn't-I-is's
And everybody in your business, damn
Now what is really your main aim

When you are just a blotch and a stain on the planetary plane
Just another name in the phone book of fame
Bustin' out the seams it seems you haven't gained enough
To be seen in the right scene, your thoughts, they seem so convincing

But your actions don't follow through
Remember, never say never because it never comes true
Your thoughts, they seem so convincing for instance
You told me that you're a level higher liar
Element of desire, earth and the wind and the fire

Not, you ain't even halfway hot, not lukewarm
You don't got no form, you [unverified]
All caught up in bein' waterproof
When you shoulda been tryin' to catch up with the truth

For all intent and purposes, your life on earth ain't worth
It's weight in gold, that's probably why you get blowed
'Cause people tell people things and people sell people things
That are useless and irrelevant
And it stifles my intelligence I stay true

You know we keep it true and we keep on
And keep on and keep on
You know we keep it true, we keep it true
We keep it true

You can mumble, jumble if you got somethin' to say
But I doubt it's gonna affect me, I row my boat steady
Eveready is my battery description
Meaning I'm equipped to take long trips
And my brain cells overload when I get blowed

Gotta bring it down, there's a point where the joint stops
Being passed through the fingers of a rhyme [unverified]
The smoke from my last hit still lingers
Bring us your tired and your weary and your poor
I'm a take you higher while you're hearing metaphors

And similes assimilation of new creation
Mind emancipation, rhymes command the nation
And so on and therefore and such and such
Dust to dust, I thrust from the ground
With no where else to go but up L.A. is where I'm found

Throwin' up sets and blowin' up sets and goin' up
Stepney about to get a heavy track [unverified]
Or plenty of hip hop goin' round three
Heavyweights, it's your time so register
Foundate your legacy we serve all them replicas
True style, true style? True style, new style

You know we keep it true, we keep it true
We keep it true we keep it true
You know we keep it true, the W and every crew
We keep it true

We got to keep it true from me to you do what you do
Just keep it true
We got to keep it true, relax your mind with the music

Now I'm gonna take my last verse on a good note
You better prepare your footnotes, hold your wigs tight
Open up the middle, [unverified]
Words are the foundation, action is the building

And unity and the concept to result in logic and the use of logic
Now the object to be neutral partial to a judgment
And the subject's concentration, here is the pop quiz
What hip hop is?

You know we keep it true, relax your mind with the music
We got to keep it true, sit back and vibe to this true shit
The wrong thing to do is stop

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Gonna Be Sumthin - Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

Title: Gonna Be Sumthin
Artist: Ruff Ryders
Composer(s): K Cain, Sean Martin, Shandel Green

Lyric:
Ruff Ryders
Next generation
I didn't see the empire

If you want Jacksons with a system that'll wake up the dead
With a truck full of birds feedin' them bread
And before y'all bet just noticed that
(Uh huh)
I treat dice games like football
I pop niggaz and don't give 'em a quarter back

And then I'm spendin' that in the store where the linen at
Same night in the club where the Cris' and the women at
Y'know, twenty-three with a hell of a flow
Six with no steering wheel, I just tell it where to go, uh

"Stop, make a right at the bar", to all the C.E.O.'s it's ten o'clock
Do you know where your artists are?
Dee, I'm in the club smellin' like Cristal cologne
Dial Star 8 2 before you call my phone

A little boy in a grown man's world
But as a little boy I could fuck a grown man's girl
And if I bust in your mother then you become my enemy
Get it? Enemy? Uhh

Ladies is jumpin', niggaz is thumpin'
Bottles is poppin', it's gonna be sumthin'
'Cause I don't care if my ladies in here
And you know, I don't care if your niggaz in here, uhh

Ladies is jumpin', niggaz is thumpin'
Bottles is poppin', it's gonna be sumthin'
(It's gon' be somethin')
'Cause I don't care if my ladies in here
And you know, I don't care if your niggaz in here, whoo

Let's get shit poppin'
Ladies, call me Cross cause I hit the spottin'
And I, stay fresh 'cause they take me shoppin'
We can en-joy life as the cash spends, yeah
(Uh huh)

Flash Bent's, fast Benz
(Uh huh)
(whoo)
You and me Ma, your man's past-tense
(Let's go)
And I'ma wait to put the baby asleep
'Cause you know, I'ma hit you while your baby asleep

Whoo, to say this a creep, after I nuttin'
Bitch, I'm a pimp, I ain't askin' for nuttin'
I mastered frontin', fuck cocky, I got Olympic ice
Rock's the size of Olympic lights, uhh

Ladies is jumpin', niggaz is thumpin'
Bottles is poppin', it's gonna be sumthin'
'Cause I don't care if my ladies in here
And you know, I don't care if your niggaz in here, uhh

Ladies is jumpin', niggaz is thumpin'
Bottles is poppin', it's gonna be sumthin'
(It's gon' be somethin')
'Cause I don't care if my ladies in here
And you know, I don't care if your niggaz in here, whoo

They call me dick 'em down, slick 'em, I'm quick to hit 'em
They call me dick 'em down lovely, it's nothin' above me
You know, a house is not a house unless there's four drive-ways
While I be in the club pourin' Cris' sideways

And I'm standin' outside to wipe out your team
And come to your funeral and pour out casket cream
Yeah, I said slow down honey
I'm 'bout to wrap you up in jewels like Egyptian mummies

'Cause when I.N.C. die they puttin' our face on money
Ain't that funny? Y'all haters move and get stoled on
You know we keep killers under the wing like roll-on
You ain't never seen nothin' like this before

Y'all been gettin' straight cook up nigga, we straight raw
And if you did, you lyin' to yourself for these past days
We like Big, we get more butts than ashtrays nigga
Uhh

Ladies is jumpin', niggaz is thumpin'
Bottles is poppin', it's gonna be sumthin'
'Cause I don't care if my ladies in here
And you know, I don't care if your niggaz in here, uhh

Ladies is jumpin', niggaz is thumpin'
Bottles is poppin', it's gonna be sumthin'
'Cause I don't care if my ladies in here
And you know, I don't care if your niggaz in here, whoo

Ladies is jumpin', niggaz is thumpin'
Bottles is poppin', it's gonna be sumthin'
'Cause I don't care if my ladies in here
And you know, I don't care if your niggaz in here, uhh

Ladies is jumpin', niggaz is thumpin'
Bottles is poppin', it's gonna be sumthin'
'Cause I don't care if my ladies in here
And you know, I don't care if your niggaz in here, whoo

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Get Your Hustle On - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: Get Your Hustle On
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): Robert Alphonse, George Clinton, Bootsy Collins, Glen Faide, Samuel Jones, T Kelly, Raymond Taliek Rogers

Lyric:
[Incomprehensible]
Queens, New York City

Microphone check one, two, one, two
East coast, west coast, this is how we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from, it's where you at

Microphone check one, two, one, two
East coast, west coast, this is how we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from, it's where you at

My name's Talik, I bust a new improved shoes
Livin' freshy '97, it's time to flip
Don't let me go, 'cuz I start to sweat
Then I smoke a eleven toke, why did it get?
Then I start lemon and top, more to get?
Got it, now I have it, time to wet
Up his crib, that's on the block
Niggas wild up in silence, they on the block

It's me Freaky Tah, I'm lookin' at you man
My man slide over there, yeah he pat you man
On you back and he be smilin'
Niggas, they be thinkin', they be wildin'
I roll with my nigga P, lover B
If you zonin' with him then you zonin' with me
If you peepin' at them, then you peepin' at me
I represent the L O S T to the B O Y Z, now now

Microphone check one, two, one, two
East coast, west coast, this is how we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from, it's where you at

Microphone check one, two, one, two
East coast, west coast, this is how we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from, it's where you at

Niggas wanna zone out, let me zone in
I'm a set it off, from the begginin'
It's me Freaky Tah, and then I set it
Niggas they be buggin', doo doo brown they sweat it
I throw on my hoodies, my villain boots
Puttin' my team down with this rap scoop
Puttin' my fingers in the A and R's face

Get off my back, yo get in the race
Black matter fact, yo this is where it's at
This is where it be now, you know me now
It's the L O to the S T, B O Y Z make the deaf hear by see
Ooh, be in the front, back, niggas they be buggin' L B fam attack
Now listen to I said it, I said it's all good
I be buggin' up in ya neighborhood

Microphone check one, two, one, two
East coast, west coast, this is how we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from, it's where you at

Microphone check one, two, one, two
East coast, west coast, this is how we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from, it's where you at

Niggas sayin',"Lost Boyz ain't nuthin' but fakes"
You got your team and they ain't nuthin' but snakes
Never got shot, never ever caught a case
You talk behind my back, but then you smile in my face
You a fly cat now,'cuz you pushin' a beamer
Lipe pone eye, you ain't nuthin' but a schemer
What you workin' wit? Be the fuckin' fez X

Ty-Ty, sue this, two to your head
You know the time, you know the deal
Front me and let's pack the steel the steal
You scared as hell, all I want to do
You better get me because I'm out to get you
One on one, aye yo' that's how I do
I'm sneaky Freaky Tah, I'm from the Lost Boyz crew
Now one for the treble, two for the bass
Niggas smilin', wylin', get out my face

Microphone check one, two, one, two
East coast, west coast, this is how we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from, it's where you at

Microphone check one, two, one, two
East coast, west coast, this is how we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from, it's where you at

Check, one, two
East coast, west coast, how we do?
Get your hustle on, matter of fact
It ain't where you from, it's where you at

Microphone check one, two, one, two
East coast, west coast, this is how we do
Oh matter of fact
It ain't where you from, it's where you at

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Shake Your Tailfeather - Lyrics - Murphy Lee

Title: Shake Your Tailfeather
Artist: Murphy Lee
Composer(s): Varick Smith, Murphy Lee, Jayson Bridges, Cornell Haynes

Lyric:
We do it for fun
We just do it for fun
Dirty E.A.T
We do it for fun
Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee)
We do it for fun (This is history baby)
Bend them trucks
We do it for fun (haha)
Stack them bucks
We do it for fun (Come on now)
And the band played on (yea)
Just like (I believe you cool to this)
We do it for fun
If you see me ma
We do it for fun

Bad Boys 2, the soundtrack
Let's Go

Hey girl
What your name is?
Where you from?
Turn around who you came with?
Is that your ass or your momma have reindeer?
I can't explain it but damn sure glad you came here
I'm still a sucker for cornrolls, you know I never changed that (nah uh)
Your body is banging mamma, but where your brains at? (Come on)
I'm still the same cat when I was young I was running with bad boys
But now I'm older hope they saw I'm running with bad boys (that's right)
Here come another man
Unlike no other man
Candy coated whoa
Switching in every lane
Ya'll help me
Why don't cha
Please help me
Eigth girl this week and it's only Tuesday
I like the cocky bow legged ones
Like white and Dominicans
Hispanics and Asians
Shake it for Nelly son
Manolos Ma no no's I can't tell
Everybody and their hootchies
When you do it do it well

Let me see you take it off
Girl go and take it off
We can even do it slow
We can even do it slow
Take it where you want to go
Take it where you want to go
Just take that ass to the floor
Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low
We can even do it slow
We can even do it slow
Take it where you want to go
Take it where you want to go
Just take that ass to the floor
Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather

Now real girls get down on the floor (on the floor)
Get that money honey act like you know (like you know)
Mama I like how you dance
The way you fit in them pants (Uh)
Enter the floor (Uh) take it low (Uh) girl do it again (Uh)
You know I love that (I love that)
Now where them girls at? (Where the girls at?)
It's Diddy, Murphy Lee, and Nelly how you love that? (Shit uh ohhhhhh)
Come on, we got another one player
From New York to the Dirty how they loving it player?
Baby you impressive let's get
To know each other
You the best of the best and
You got to love it in the dresses, the sexiest
I had to tell her she's a young Janet Jackson live in living color
Look here momma you're dead wrong for having them pants on
Capri's cut low so when you shake it I see you're thong
My pocket's full of dough shake your feathers till the morning
It's Bad Boy and Nelly man somebody better warn them

Let me see you take it off
Girl go and take it off
We can even do it slow
We can even do it slow
Take it where you want to go
Take it where you want to go
Just take that ass to the floor
Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low
We can even do it slow
We can even do it slow
Take it where you want to go
Take it where you want to go
Just take that ass to the floor
Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather

Oh no I heard them bad boys coming
Can't stop now
Got to continue my running (yea)
Because we go party till them lights come on
And then my song start thumping because my mike still on

Yo, I'm the big booty type
I like them thick with their mind right (Awe)
Banging personality conversate when the time right (Naw)
I'm not hard I've got women to handle that
They be like he the man when I'm really a Thundercat
Come on you know the tics connect like Voltron
Collect so much grass popo thinking we mow lawns
My gohans don't match that
But it matches her head wrap and the seats that I got in the lap
I'm just a juvenile (Wha)
Because I be about G's
Keep your women wizzy man they say they have my babies
I'm young like Tucker like the cash and the money (I'm going to eat my money)
Man, I'm that damn hungry
See I'm starving like Marvin girl
I've got sixteen bars of fire is what I'm starting
Plus my rats come in packs like Sammy and Dean Martin
And I got so many keys you'd think I was valet parking

Let me see you take it off
Girl go and take it off
We can even do it slow
We can even do it slow
Take it where you want to go
Take it where you want to go
Just take that ass to the floor
Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low
We can even do it slow
We can even do it slow
Take it where you want to go
Take it where you want to go
Just take that ass to the floor
Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather

Oh no I heard them bad boys coming
Can't stop now
Got to continue my running (yea)
Because we go party till them lights come on
And then my song start thumping because my mic still on (man)

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With Me - Lyrics - Destiny'S Child

Title: With Me
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Percy Romeo Iii Miller, Manuel Seal

Lyric:
Everything ya like is with me, so if you know
Like I know, this is where ya need to be

Do you ever wonder when he
Don't come home, who he goes to see?
And why in the middle of the night
He leaves you alone, he leaves you alone?

Do you ever wonder when he
Don't come home, who he goes to see?
And why in the middle of the night, he leaves
You alone and everything he likes is with me?

If I was in your shoes I would've had to let him know
From the first sign of him tryin' to play
If you want me to stay you gotta let all that go

Oh, but no you wanna stick around and not believe
In what you see and while you're waiting, thinkin'
Everything is gonna be okay, I gotta him right here with me

Do you ever wonder when he
Don't come home, who he goes to see?
And why in the middle of the night
He leaves you alone, he leaves you alone?

Do you ever wonder when he
Don't come home, who he goes to see?
And why in the middle of the night, he leaves
You alone and everything he likes is with me?

I wanna call you so bad and tell you when it started
And what we do, how long it's been going on
And why he ain't never gon' come home

'Cause I know what you didn't do
To make him stay, see a bad performing
Unfulfilling women drives a man away

Do you ever wonder when he
Don't come home, who he goes to see?
And why in the middle of the night
He leaves you alone, he leaves you alone?

Do you ever wonder when he
Don't come home, who he goes to see?
And why in the middle of the night, he leaves
You alone and everything he likes is with me?

Now, as far as I know, he's in good hands
So you can stop calling all around
Saying, "Have you seen my man?"

Ain't no need to fuss n' fight, tryin' to make it right
No, certain things ain't meant to be and that's why
That's why he's right here with me

Everything ya like is with me, so if you know
Like I know, this is where ya need to be
Everything ya like is with me, so if you know
Like I know, this is where ya need to be

Everything ya like is with me, so if you know
Like I know, this is where ya need to be
Everything ya like is with me, so if you know
Like I know, this is where ya need to be

Do you wonder, do you ever wonder when he
Don't come home, who he goes to see?
And why in the middle of the night
He leaves you alone, he leaves you alone?

Do you ever wonder when he
Don't come home, who he goes to see?
And why in the middle of the night, he leaves
You alone and everything he likes is with me?

Do you ever wonder when he
Don't come home, who he goes to see?
And why in the middle of the night
He leaves you alone, he leaves you alone?

Do you ever wonder when he
And why in the middle of the night
He leaves you alone, he leaves you alone?

Do you ever wonder when he
And why in the middle of the night, he leaves
You alone and everything he likes is with me?

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So Much Drama - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: So Much Drama
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Jerold Jr Ellis, D Nicole Lyles, Terence Butler, Garrick Husband

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Lyric:
Nik Nack is in the house for the four
My niggaz locked up, left a kilo, it's good as sold
Stole gumbo pot, creamery rise to the top
My limo even slide through on the late night for that high

I wanna zoom zoom, bumpin', Luni tunes, candy paint K 5
Bitches, I stay high, playa hate
Callin' me a balla, shot calla
'Cause I'm slangin' all the major weight

Blam, close the door to my residence
Po-po start searchin' low but found no evidence
They tryin' to wash me an our county like Downy
Quick to pick a nigga Nack up like Downty

Don't clown me, bitch
Dyke hoes wanna lick my clit
But end up gettin' stuck in the gut with a dick
Down for my shit, tricks wanna get 'em up with me
Because they heard their baby-daddy fucked with me

But I'm out on you hoes wit the 10 g belt
The only thing I'm concentratin' on is checkin' my mail
What the hell? What the fuck do you mean?
Your boyfriend is a dope fiend
And he smoked up all my ice cream

Oops, upside yo' head fo' gettin' licked like a lollipop
Let yo? nigga cut, where's my shit? now you get lolli-hopped
By everybody on the turf, oh yeah, about that skrilla
Hell yeah, that welfare check is mines on the first

It's so much drama in the streets
And I can't tell you why the funk be deep
Do you really know where ya goin' to?
Or do you like the things that life is showin' you?

It's so much drama in the streets
And I can't tell you why the funk be deep
Do you really know where ya goin' to?
Or do you like the things that life is showin' you?

Fuck around and trust yo' under-folks
Like dope fiends, you leave yo' cream with
Post, you come back and yo' whole bundle goes
Or this niggaz add dirt to the list
Getaway clean but one wanna keep everything

He gots to cook it 'cause we need the good shit to post
Tryin' to bake a whole thing, this fool claim that the pot broke
But here goes 5 G's and dubs
You can probably catch mo' 'cause I chop slugs

Blood bubbles, so I charge it to the game with no shame
Even though we got away with a whole thang of cocaine
I got fucked in the deal, somethin' cool, why me?
'Cause that 5 G's he gave me was boo-boo

Too much drama in the streets of the Oak
Niggaz will tell you what they want you to hear
Not what you should know
Instead of sellin' mo' cream, niggaz is sellin' mo' dreams
Lyin' just to kick it sellin' weight with no fiends

Now this is somethin' that I don't understand
Why the fuck would that nigga Master P
Call himself the ?Ice cream man??
Bitch, don't you hear the music?
That's jankie as fuck, he musta been off the fluid

Niggaz steadily tryin' to take shit from the next man
Don't playa hate, just give a pound and let the best stand
It's too much skrilla in the land fo' niggaz to be hatin'
Captain Savin, I just don't understand

'Cause when I was a youngsta, money was so damn hard to find
Hooked up with my young comrades and we was steadily on the grind
When I wanted to bubble, fools start trippin', talkin' shit
They never woulda thought I'd be the mothafucker with all of the grip

Check this out here you jive ass turkeys man
Hoe's slobberin'-obberin' in the O, there's only one Mobb, man
Don't hop on the back of the ice cream truck
And get yo' ass booted off

I can't stand punks on a manhunt that destroy
Lay low 'cause my 44 will make yo' ass glow like Bruce Leroy
Since they bigger, many figure that I can't throw
But they don't know about this bow-legged skinny nigga

Mad because I'm foldin' grip plus rollin' thick
Still up on that late night loadin' clips, holdin' shit to myself
Shotgun bullets be bad fo' them health
So save that gang-bang shit on somebody else

Where I peep thugs have drugs to sell you
Don't fuck wit the L U N I Z, that's what they tell you
Peep the murder we wrote, we roll with C note
And Noo-Trybe to fools slide at my show
Because I make the whole fuckin' O hoo-ride

Slide to get the remedy, M.D., twamp, twamp
Make you wanna pump, pump on the enemy
Been havin' suicidal tendencies the whole day
Alazae will have a nigga on lock down like O.J.

Slang a gang of caine like the Cubans, they hate when I'm crusin'
Don't fuck around and get yo' life ruined
Fool, so take yo' last look, you get yo' ass whooped
Your Rolex took 'cause broke niggaz make the best crooks

You best look over your shoulder, high-rolla with that cola
'Cause my soldiers come with mo' force than Yoda
No bloopers or blunders, we fed to head with mo' bread than Wonder
And strapped with a Mac-11 and go under

It's so much drama in the streets
And I can't tell you why the funk be deep
Do you really know where ya goin' to?
Or do you like the things that life is showin' you?

It's so much drama in the streets
And I can't tell you why the funk be deep
Do you really know where ya goin' to?
Or do you like the things that life is showin' you?

It's so much drama in the streets
And I can't tell you why the funk be deep
Do you really know where ya goin' to?
Or do you like the things that life is showin' you?

It's so much drama in the streets
And I can't tell you why the funk be deep
Do you really know where ya goin' to?
Or do you like the things that life is showin' you?

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Dopefiend - Lyrics - Afroman

Title: Dopefiend
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
Will somebody call me a cab?
I swallowed another tab
I might overdose under the circumstance
So betta yet call me an ambulance

?Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
?Cause I'ma nymphomaniac

I used to smoke marijuana when I was a kid
Now I'm trippin on acid
I'm high on every drug known to mankind
So go ahead and pass it

?Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
?Cause I'ma nymphomaniac

My designated driver was this girl
Her name was Carolyn
But I can't go home
?Cause she just died from an overdose of heroin

She's a dopefiend, baby, she don't know why
All she wants to do is get high
Between her legs is where my brain is at
?Cause I'ma nymphomaniac

?Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
?Cause I'ma nymphomaniac

This butt naked girl sat next to me
And offered me some ecstasy
Then she gave me a big fat kiss
With a mouth full of LSD

?Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
?Cause I'ma nymphomaniac

Wave your hands in the air
Then wave it like you just don't care
If you got on clean underwear, somebody say
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Check it out all the homeboys gather round ?cuz
Repeat after me

Shit, goddamn, get off your ass and jam
Shit, goddamn, get off your ass and jam
Shit, goddamn, get off your ass and jam
Shit, goddamn, get off your ass and jam

My hands are shakin?, my nose is twitchin?
My eyeballs are real gigantic
I'm layin? in bed, with a throbbin? head
And I'm trippin? on widespread panic

?Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
?Cause I'ma nymphomaniac

?Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
?Cause I'ma nymphomaniac

?Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
?Cause I'ma nymphomaniac

Hell yeah, a man, I'm gonna do some impersonations right
A, the first one is a mixture between the lead singer of the B-52's
And Robert Smith from the cure right

?Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
?Cause I'ma nymphomaniac

I'm gonna do Axl Rose from Guns N Roses ?cuz

?Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
?Cause I'ma nymphomaniac

Willie Nelson, Willie Nelson, we gonna sing some country
Maybe I didn't fuck you but little darling don't cry
The fact is I masturbated about an hour before you came by

You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
On the road again

Open up your legs and let me stick it in
My favorite past time is making love to my girlfriend
I can't wait to shoot my load again
Shoot my load again
Stick my dick some where it's never been

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What It Ain'T - Lyrics - Dirty South Classics - Goodie Mob

Title: What It Ain'T
Album: Dirty South Classics
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Dallas Austin, Willie Knighton, Lisa Lopes, Robert Barnett, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp

Lyric:
Now T L C will challenge Goodie MoB
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say, "What it is"
You scream, "What it ain't"

That is all, get it
1999, yeah, TLC
The Goodie MoB
The M O B
The synergy of ghetto sounds for the Y 2 G

What you wanna do wit it?
What it is, what it ain't
What
Either you bring it
We gon' bring it
Or you can't

Sometimes it gets kinda messy out there
Sometimes
But we get by one day at a time
What you wanna do wit' it?

I still go eat at Waffle House after 112 when I go out
Where do you hang or do you slang
Or wear a chain or platinum rings?
I still maintain my ghetto side

I keep my pride, get on my ride, 20 inch rims
I sport a brim, hang with my girls
Go to the mall around the world and keep your change
The finest things will still remain so ooh

Don't even look from across the room
You don't know enough about this world to
Ever get it on with me or hang out where I do

Don't even look from across the floor
You don't have game enough for no tour
To come upon a girl like me
And that's not a possibility

She's a built plastic girl I'm a big boss man
I like old model cars and big sedans
You like two doors funding their clothes and rolls
I sit on the porch sip some and pose

I like the 9 when you're humpin' hot ho's
I do sweets while you preferred the lows
Tonight I'm choose 'cuz ya already chose
It's grown folk business and I'll run the floor

'Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly enuff for me
And you're too tight with your money

'Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly enuff for me
And you're too tight with your money

Shit my baby is still ghetto like hot fries
I come from lovin' niggas and give 20/20 with his bloodshot eyes
Got turned into gold went from two O's to thirty two lows
Which is enough to buy a Rolls ain't but nobody knows

I stay in my place, keep my diamonds out of your face
You wanna be with this player got to play at my pace
I'm slum but I can still cum over there where you're from
If you want some bullshit you better buy you some

Don't even look from across the room
You don't know enough about this world to
Ever get it on with me or hang out where I do

Don't even look from across the floor
You don't have game enough for no tour
To come upon a girl like me
And that's not a possibility

Shorty where your booty? Shorty
Shorty where your gold teeth?
Shorty where your long nails?
Shorty where your fake hair?

Shorty got the attitude
All up in the news
To represent the 90's girl
You the oldies too

I got your back you got the front
It's time we pull it off in the woods with the bump on them dubs
Ain't no scrubs don't conceal I'm a ghetto millionaire
Can you see me gettin' it clear?
I'ma keep on servin' here like I'm supposed to baby

'Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly enuff for me
And you're too tight with your money

'Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly enuff for me
And you're too tight with your money

What it is
What it ain't
What it is
What it ain't
What it is
What it ain't

What don't, don't be suffocatin' my pockets
While I'm resuscitatin' these topics like
Bring your G's, where your loot?
You're lookin' real dumb when you get the boot

What it is my road to me
Come from some of the hardest of streets
Me custom navigate to the club
With some of the hardest of beats

What it ain't what you sleepin' with all the shit that I've been through
'Cuz I'ma keep doin' all the things that I gots to do
Damn it I'll put your ass to work
Comb your nappy head till it hurts

Where them saints stop these are the ropes
Take your wealth up the street or you might hurt your throat
You know you're ghetto when you don't show up in court
For not payin' your child support or you too bullshit for me
You act like you're too good to eat

At Church's, Popeye's, and Hartz I shop at Walter's Bright Creek
In the mall where it's steep and deep I hang out in Bank Head
You prefer buck head your favorite color is hot pink
I love that thing

'Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly enuff for me
And you're too tight with your money

'Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly enuff for me
And you're too tight with your money

'Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly enuff for me
And you're too tight with your money

What it is
What it ain't
What it is
What it ain't
What it is
What it ain't
...

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If I Was Your Man - Lyrics - Ain't Nothing Like Me - Joe

Title: If I Was Your Man
Album: Ain't Nothing Like Me
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): Mikkel Eriksen, Phillip Lamont Jackson, Tor Erik Hermansen

Lyric:
If I was your man, girl

Girl, I'm so tired of things
I just wanna settle down
I swear to you I've changed
Baby, I ain't buggin' out

I know that I put you through hell
And you deserve to be with someone else
But I gotta be straight up
Girl, I just wanna kiss and make up

Ooh, we've been through a lot of things
How do you throw that away?
You were the heart in me
Can't believe you let it break

Tell me why you won't let him go
You can say what you want but I know
Baby, no more lies, I'ma keep it real this time

Help me understand what I'm saying
And getting through
Why I can't be your man
When I'd give up the world for you?

Girl, I'll do the best I can
Love you forever that's what I'll do
If I was your man, if I was your man
If I was your man

Got rid of everything
That I knew was hurting you
My hustling the streets
Gave that up for you too

Don't want nothing else in the way
I just wanna make sure that you'll stay
Baby, no more lies, I'ma do it right this time

Help me understand what I'm saying
And getting through
Why I can't be your man
When I'd give up the world for you?

Girl, I'll do the best I can
Love you forever that's what I'll do
If I was your man, if I was your man
If I was your man

Can't live without you anymore
Baby, I know that you're worth fighting for
Baby, say that you're still in love with me
In my arms is where you need to be

Can't live without you anymore
Baby, I know that you're worth fighting for
Baby, say that you're still in love with me
In my arms is where you need to be

If I was your man
If I was your man

Help me understand what I'm saying
And getting through
Why I can't be your man
When I'd give up the world for you?

Girl, I'll do the best I can
Love you forever that's what I'll do
If I was your man
If I was your man

Help me understand what I'm saying
And getting through
Why I can't be your man
When I'd give up the world for you?

Girl, I'll do the best I can
Love you forever that's what I'll do
If I was your man
If I was your man

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You Don'T Know - Lyrics - Da Real World - Missy Elliott

Title: You Don'T Know
Album: Da Real World
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Cynthia Loving, Timothy Z Mosley, Melissa A Elliott

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Lyric:
Now see, the one thing I like about the niggas
Is that they can fess up to one of they boys
That they been sleepin? wit? the same chick and laugh about it
But see, a woman, could never admit to another woman
That she been sleepin? wit? her man 'cuz if that ever happened to me
I would call your house and be like, yo

Don?t you gotta a man? Why you fuckin? wit? mine?
See, I been through bad times, get yo' mind off mine's
You must be lonely, why you messin? wit? me?
But it won?t be easy to get my baby

You don?t know who you messin? with
Most of them leave with they car doors bent
I?m so pissed, you gon? make me flip, hello? Hello? Who dis? It's Mo'
I?mma teach you not to touch my shit, for real? Hello?

I be callin? his house, when you?re not around
Don?t make me warn you, you know how I get down, down
Somebody told me but I ain?t trippin? off you, no
If you were doin' your thang, he'd still be wit? you

You don?t know who you messin? with
Most of them leave with they car doors bent
I?m so pissed, you gon? make me flip
Hello? Hello? Hello? You know who this is bitch, yeah
I?mma teach you not to touch my shit
Yo, who dis for real, man, hello? You know who it is

I can?t believe you would ever do that, hello? Hello? What?
Can?t you show me some respect, yo who dis for real, man
Is it 'cuz you jus? a reject, yo, this is Mo', this is Mo'
Gotta keep your ass in check

You playin' a little bit too much, you know um sayin'?
Yo, this ain't no game, this is not a game
Oh, ok, yeah, what? You on some real bullshit now
You know, you know what?

Why don't you just come to my house, bitch, you know?
Yeah, I come through, yo, where you live at?
Ask your nigga where I stay at
Please, he ain't got nutin' to do with this

He know, he ain't got nutin' to do with this
He know, ask him where I live at, aight?
You on that same stuff you was on last year
When I had to come through there last year, what

And I'd do it again, 'cuz I want, I, I got comin'
You ain't keepin nutin' in check
And keep him from around my house, bitch
Please, I'mma beat that ass, you know I will

You don?t know who you messin? with
Most of them leave with their car doors bent
Blow out you like I'mma air vent
Hello? Trick, you know who this is, dont' front
I?ma teach you not to touch my shit
Yeah, I'mma teach you not to touch my shit

You done took it too far, I?mma hop in my car and I?mma you up bitch
You done took it too far, I?mma hop in my car and I?mma you up bitch
You done took it too far, I?mma hop in my car and I?mma you up bitch
You done took it too far

'Cuz I?m that chick yo, that same chick
But I ain't wit? playin? that game shit
Start callin? that name shit
And I?ma get on that same shit

That new shit, that call your crew shit
That what you wanna do shit
That boy is yours, keep that nigga
Beat my ass? Prove it

You been suckin? his dick, tastin? my clit
Just a side chick, on the side bitch
I?m the prize bitch, keep it silent, don?t make me violent
You be dialin? 911 to tell the family

Around yo? crew, you?s a bad bitch, yo ass be talkin? mad ish
Toe to toe shoot the five, girl, you get that ass kicked
What you think I'm gamin'? Shit is real, I ain't playin?
No more 'Have my baby', yo, I got yo' mom's prayin?

It?s gonna get risky, fuck wit? Missy
I?mma shoot you where your ribs be, so you can feel me
Ain?t it real B? And you filthy and you mildy
Not appealin?, drum roll

Uh oh, you done done it now
Uh oh, you done done it now, she?s mad, what?
She?s mad, I?mma let them two girls fight
While I?m out

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