Don'T Disrespect My Mind - Lyrics - Tha Smokin' Nephew - Baby Bash

Title: Don'T Disrespect My Mind
Album: Tha Smokin' Nephew
Artist: Baby Bash
Composer(s): Nathan Perez, Wilson Flores, Ronald Ray Bryant

Lyric:
Ghetto soldier, I'm representin' from that Houston
Second ward, thats be the place where I do my dirt
Kick in doors, sellin' dope, only my God knows
I have to do what I have to do, just to stay alive
I lost a friend, but God blessed me with some real niggaz
Hell is soft, I kept it real from the fuckin' start
I stay strapped, 'cause my neighborhood is so dirty
I kiss my grandma goodbye, but my jefa looks so worried

Pit bulls from my tierra that I call my home
It ain't much, but it's something I can call my own
I go to war at any times, at any place
Why yo punk twelve gauge, all in your face
I want your jades, your jackets, and your jewelry
What the fuck you on my block, if you ain't cool with me
You crossed the line, ain't no time to press rewind
I caught you slippin' 'cause I heard that you dropped a dime

On my perro, now he doin' twenty-five to life
Low G, now I got to earn another stripe
Ghetto star, greyhound is my fuckin' car
Ghetto clothes, but I'm feeling like I'm ghetto far

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika

A maggots gon' be a maggot, fagot's gon' be a fagot
But if they want some static, I got an automatic
This automatic, if I grab it
Sometimes it's tragic, causin havoc
Bullets blastin', but he had to have it from startin' racket
Looked at the wounded and all the graphic
The game is graphic, and the classic, in and out of traffic
Money stackin', by any means keep your gadget

And find a way to keep supporting my weed habit
I get my shit dirt cheap, the way I like it
You disrespect the clip, puto I get excited
My trigga finger get itchy, like I was Lionel Richie
A commodore, when I go to war
So get down so I can touch you quickly
No substitute for these thugs, who love to shoot and cut the loot
You fuckin' punk, that's why I don't fuck with you

Cock strong, pretty boy but don't get it twisted
A savage with this beat you want it mayne then come and get it
'Cause every blow has nothing but these bad intentions
So now you know baby bash keeps it gut wrenchin'

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika

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Me And My Boo - Lyrics - Confessions Of Fire - Cam'Ron

Title: Me And My Boo
Album: Confessions Of Fire
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Cameron Giles, William Jr Robinson, Tiffany Lane, Damon Miller

Lyric:
A-yo Cam
Yo
Yo I know you knocked Charli off
No I did not man
Yo stop lying
Word to my mother, I did not hit that man
A-yo I'm your dog duke you can tell me
Nigga I would tell you if I did her
Yo I know you hit that , yo how the head?, how the head kid?
Yo I did not touch her, that's like my sister
Yo, stop frontin'
That's like my sister, word to mother
Yo you lying
Whatever man whatever
Yeah, aight
A-yo Charli, what's up wit' you and Cam
Nothin' that's my dog

Saying this together
Come on now I know how that nigga roll and he look good
Come on that's like my brother, he probably got a lil' dick
Let me find out

A-yo see we're just alike, call it ironic
But why they don't listen when I say we're platonic
Well you know how niggas talk just for wreck
If my dick was hard and your clit was wet
A-yo a-yo Cam watch your mouth, don't disrespect
I remember when your ass got hit with the Tech
Well I remember that girl tried to slit your neck
And you remember that stank bitch hittin' the deck

Yeah that's when your pretty ass ate coochie free though
And I took you off canal right down to Tito's
But when the cops pulled us over I had to keep the heat low
But I gave you the money to pay off the repo'
A-yo you real funny, yo you know how we go
Yeah, motherfucking peoples, uh, without the egos
And I'll do anything for you, even give my last breath
I wish you the best, man, I love you to death

I don't care what they think about us
I don't care what they say
I don't care if they think that we're fucking
I only love you this way

Don't care about the way girls thinking you twistin' my back
Bought the chrome almost so you can christen the Ac'
In '91 when you was young and I was dumb and
Robbing niggas splittin' the figgas wit' you boo, screw who?
Incest, never dissed a kiss
Shine on your wrist for a birthday gift
Niggas like, you must've bent that she never would've spent that
On Cam'ron I bought me my first box of tampons

Bleeding in the pants at the school dance
Never took a chance at romance
Although all my friends think ya fly
But me doing that, I think I'd die
We like Thelma and JJ, Brandy and Ray J
Anyone against C and C, pulled a AK
Thinkin' 'bout sucking your dick, had me sick
But if I lost my mind, you'd be the first I'd lick

I don't care if they try to avoid us
I don't care what they do
I don't care about anything else but
Me and you boo, me and you boo, me and you boo

A-yo I'm sorry yo but when it come to Charli
I wouldn't hit that, we got back like Atari, how you live mister?
Yo you see me and CB she a wig twister
Call her my big sister, she game heads
Never wear the same threads
I wouldn't hit that if we slept in the same bed
Fucking wit' her, yo shit get sliced
Her wrist is ice and rappin', the bitch is nice

She told me how girls fool you for the bucks
And I should stay low, cool up in the cut
I told her the difference, a wooler from the blunt
That's how we get down, so cool I call her Cha'
And any girl next to her, just to run her up
That's why y'all run a muck, thinkin' that I done her up
I thought about it once when we grew up
But then I saw her naked and I threw up

I don't care what they think about us
I don't care what they say
I don't care if they think that we're fucking
I only love you this way

I don't care if they try to avoid us
I don't care what they do
I don't care about anything else but
Me and you boo, me and you boo, me and you boo

I don't care what they think about us and
I don't care what they say
I don't care if they think that we're fucking
I only love you this way

I don't care if they try to avoid us
I don't care what they do
I don't care about anything else but
Me and you boo, me and you boo, me and you boo

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Till It'S Gone - Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Title: Till It'S Gone
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Derrick Harris, Kenneth Gamble, Trevor Smith, Jerry J. Ross

Lyric:
Hey, yo, yo
Yo, hey, yo, yo
Hey, yo
Hey, yo, yo

You don't know what you got until it's
They say you don't know what you got until it's gone
You don't know what you got until it's
They say you don't know what you got until it's gone

Hey, ya, ya, yo, yo, ya, ya, yo
It was the first sign on the day of my birth
I entered the earth blind
Vulnerable to everythin' I would first find
Condition of bein' niggaz having the worst mind

Becomin' weak like we scavengers of the worst kind
From havin' nothin' to plot and makin' the earth mine
Makin' the earth mine

That's kinda big aspirations for a nigga
That's just kinda got on his first grind
But it's aight 'cause I'm blowin' whole on my first shine
Kinda gas quicker than spaz ready to burst mine

And though it seems like obstacles come at the worst time
Goin' from being successful to commitin' the worst crimes
So quick like a bitch massagin' ya whole dick
And bust a nut, and it's over sabotagin' ya own shit

We always good when we get it and then abuse
Then regret it, 'cause as quick as we get it we fuckin' lose it
That's what my mother used to tell me

(You don't know what you got until it's)
See, they ain't knowin' though
(They say you don't know what you got until it's gone)
That's what my mother used to always tell me

(You don't know what you got until it's)
Hey yo, I peep that they ain't knowin' though
(They say you don't know what you got until it's gone)
That's what my mother used to always tell me

See in a flash they could take it from you like hocus pocus
So count your blessings and, baby, I hope you stay in focus
Wide awake like I'm drinkin' them Cappuccino Mochas
Takin' on more stress and get to becomin' smokers

Like the shit they setup just straight provoke us
And fall victim to the shit till it stifle and choke us
I promise you'll find the truth when you done diggin' it out
Stop the shiverin', nigga, I think I just figured it out

You see we thug physically and mentally soft
Kept lyin' to yourself so that your worth and your value is lost
Sometime the feelin' of the city is wrong
Why we appreciate 'em all now that Tupac and Biggie is gone?

Somehow I'm seein' it clear
I would have rather this value them just as much
When both them niggaz is here
Yeah, we always good when we get it and then abuse it
Then regret it 'cause as quick as we get it we fuckin' lose it, listen

(You don't know what you got until it's)
See, they ain't knowin' though
(They say you don't know what you got until it's gone)
That's what my mother used to always tell me

(You don't know what you got until it's)
Hey yo, I peep that they ain't knowin' though
(They say you don't know what you got until it's gone)
Yo that's what my mother used to always tell me

Extend your hand for the worried and bless 'em if they need you
Don't ever take life for granted and bite the hand that feeds you
Be cautious how you treat people and how the people feel you
Respect niggaz or else the Karma is coming to kill you

You got it good, baby, just get your shit together
Before you lose it and it's over and gone forever
Dress for the stormy weather, feel the songs
For everyone is personal like I was just writin' myself a letter

A lot of niggaz be wilin', callin' a name
With disrespect, cashin' and blightin', throwin' salt in the game
I'm sayin', I'm dealin' with logic, I hope you ain't thinkin' I'm rude
But stop ruin the greatest thing that's been given us food

Clothin' and shelter when it's cold we be staying warm
Imagine if they just took the music and rap was gone
We always good when we get it and then abuse it
I won't let it 'cause it's precious and I ain't ready to lose it, listen

(You don't know what you got until it's)
See, they ain't knowin' though
(They say you don't know what you got until it's gone)
That's what my mother used to always tell me

(You don't know what you got until it's)
Hey yo, I peep that they ain't knowin' though
(They say you don't know what you got until it's gone)
That's what my mother used to always tell me

(You don't know what you got until it's)
See, they ain't knowin' though
(They say you don't know what you got until it's gone)
That's what my mother used to always tell me

(You don't know what you got until it's)
Hey yo, I peep that they ain't knowin' though
(They say you don't know what you got until it's gone)
That's what my mother used to always tell me

You don't know what you got until it's
They say you don't know what you got until it's gone
You don't know what you got until it's gone

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Wasteland Warriors - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Wasteland Warriors
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Souljah Boy Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Anthony Henderson, Willie Lyons, Byron Mccane

Lyric:
Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga
P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin
Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga
(We off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

What if we slowed it down?
Then, nigga, you would hear me
I know niggas would fuck around
And say we tried to steal your style

Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest
Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us
My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload
So, when them funky, funky jump me

Gon' be ready to roll
(Ready to roll)
It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid
But, oh no, niggas heard the flow
And wanted a piece of the cake

It kinda pissed me off that [unverified] figured they could get skills
But when kept on disrespectin'
Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga
I'm from the Land where every niggas plan

And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'
And they don't understand them niggas rappin'
But still they actin' like criminals
[Unverified] reciprocal

They don't know it, even though
Oh, no, no, can't let you go
When I pop, pop, pop
(Pop, pop)

That funk 'll gon' blow you away
Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday
Oh, gotta say, fuck all, y'all, all y'all
Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed

Warriors ride
(Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)
(Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
Wasteland warriors ride
(Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)
(Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
War corruptin' my mind

You know it is, what it's gotta be
Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'
And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back
Don't stop, but the double glock they don't look out for these

Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch
Sue these stupid muthafuckas
Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus
'Cause the niggas be down for the count

And the first nigga step up, get shut down
You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style
That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town
Arrest me on the rebound

It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G
You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me
So muthafuck what you's thinkin'
Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet

While your bullethole still be bleedin'
But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank
Why you lame, be actin' strange?
Boom to bangs, nigga insanes

Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure
Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa
Nigga, bow down and I'm outta your picture
Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller

We done muthafuck you
And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater
Street sweeper get your ass deceased

Warriors ride
Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder
Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride
bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder
Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind

Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya and I hits that quick
Nigga, what you saw
We [unverified] somebody [unverified]
With a pistol runnin' through [unverified]
And they call war, ready for the cause

Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them, [unverified] gotta break
Your face be on that table, ready for more
Y'all clone him and what if I got my peeps to flip in
And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up

And your luck get fucked up, ready me buck buck buck
I'm still runnin' from feds, [unverified] all the disrespect
But I won't get cut and love, uh, uh
What it makes you want my [unverified] yes, some are [unverified]

Thinkin' me bloody get with the [unverified]
And roll but I had gun before you knows
Don't roll and I gotta go and face it
So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll

Aw, shit
Nowhere to run, here come judgement day
Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh, huh
I'm off in the midst and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your [unverified]

Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life
I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?
Come and roll with this number 1 nigga in my 500 Benz
You know I got ends to spend, top ten [unverified]

Count dividends and I'm rollin' still real
Attitude like, ''Nigga, what?''
And me mo thug souljah boy like all of 'em niggas
Mo Thug employ in my city

Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?
It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately
Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe
And outta the way

And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'
It's all about perfect timin', feel me
It's about perfect timin', hear me
What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this
These playa haters got me pissed, bitch

But let me get my gauge
Leatherface, go get your mask
We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas
Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' the number 1 assassin

Warriors ride
(Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)
(Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
Wasteland warriors ride
(Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)
(Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
War corruptin' my mind

Oh, gotta say, fuck all, y'all, all y'all
Wasteland warriors, we stressed
We stressed, we stressed
War corruptin' my mind
Wasteland warriors ride
War corruptin' my mind
Wasteland warriors ride
War corruptin' my mind

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Yo - Leaving Tonight - Lyrics - Ne

Title: Yo - Leaving Tonight
Artist: Ne
Composer(s): Shaffer Smith, Marvin Tarplin, Jerome C. Foster, Pamela Moffett-Young, Joe Davi, Smokey Robinson

Lyric:
I believe that love and trust are one and the same
I don't think you can truly love somebody unless you trust 'em
That blind trust, that beyond a shadow of a doubt
No matter what this person sayin', that person, you believe your man

Now you say you love me but every time one of your little friends
Come at you with something, we gotta do this
Mama, I'm tryin', I'm tryin' to show you that I'm for real
Tell me what I gotta do to show you that I'm for you
Just shut up and listen

Two hundred and sixteen
That's how many times that I went
Back and forth about it in my mind
Could she, could she really be
Who he's telling me that she is?
There's something about it that don't feel right

Saturday she called here 26 times
(Oh you counted)
You kept telling me not to worry
(Don't worry 'bout it)
Wanna believe that you're telling the truth
(So don't doubt it)
But if you are lying to me

You're leaving tonight, out of my life
Everyone said you ain't no good, then you prove them right
You're leaving tonight, it's over and done
Ain't no sense in trying to wait 'til the morning comes
(You're leaving tonight)

Baby, now hold up, let's just settle down
'Cause there's a perfect explanation
To this situation that we're goin' through
(This thing that we're goin' through)

I swear I don't know that girl but I seen her 'round
And she's expressed how much she want it
But baby, I'm not lonely, all of me is for all of you

Said, I got a girl like a thousand times
(So you counted)
She kept telling me not to worry
(Don't worry 'bout it)
Please believe I'm telling the truth
(I really doubt it)
Really wish you would believe in me

I'm not leaving tonight, girl, you're my life
All of your friends think I'm no good, please don't prove 'em right
I'm not leaving tonight, it's over and done
Let's leave this alone and let's make love 'til the morning come
(Not leaving tonight)

Oh, I won't deny that everything in my body
Wants to know that you're the one
(So what's the problem, girl?)
See I can't take this serious when you're just having fun
(Oh, I'm not just having fun)
Steady, running around, making a fool of me
(I'm not running 'round)

Baby girl, you can't listen to everyone
I'm your man, trust in me
(You're my man, uh huh)
Don't let them interfere with us being happy
Love me, girl

I love you, that's a fact
(Say that you love me, baby)
But I'll be damned if I'ma let you
Up and disrespect who's been there from the start
(You not gon' disrespect my heart)

You claim, claim to not know
(Not know that girl)
But her name and number is in your phone
She even got a ringtone
You care to explain that part?

Saturday she called here 26 times
(I know you counted)
You kept telling me not to worry
(Please don't worry 'bout it)
Wanna believe that you're telling the truth
(So don't doubt it)
But if you are lying to me

I'm not leaving tonight
(Leaving tonight)
Girl, you're my life
(Out of my life)
Everyone said you ain't no good
And you prove them right

I'm not leaving tonight
It's over and done
Just leave this alone
And let's make love 'til the morning come
(Not leaving tonight)

Said, I just need you to trust me, baby
(I wanna trust you)
Not leaving tonight

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Fuck These Hoez - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Fuck These Hoez
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Dorsey, Byron O Thomas

Lyric:
I don't sweat no bitches, I only issue dick
I only dick in the splits, I never have been a trick
I label hoes as hoes, you can't be my boo
Bitch, I be home too, so how the fuck I'ma do for you

Alize and Tanquerae had my dick ready, the jelly heavy, greasy
'Cause when it's tight it tease me
'Cause I nut easy, bitch, please me and suck
Ya wanna be greedy, so catch my fuckin' nut

Hoes wanna be my ol lady, have my baby
Bitch ya must be crazy, tryin' to glaze me
Wanna rep, lets see ya play me
Ya get left under daisies ho, if ya tryin' to fade me

My old ho, I had to ex the bitch, she got grazed
When a nigga sprayed, so get on ya way, good day
I ain't no good, I'ma dog anyway that's bout pimpin'
And livin', gots too much game to be slippin'

No trickin', just dickin', pussy, I gots to have it
But before I get money, I supply my fuckin' habit
B.G. jockin'? Never, bitch you cant handle
Have fakes and they done, the bitch gets ass broke

That's how it is, all my hoes get bounced
I knock the pussy out, then I shoot straight for the mouth
It's no doubt, I gets dirty, say bitch, how you figga?
Call me a real ass, dog ass, dick servin' nigga

I don't give a fuck about a ho, 'cause da bitch ain't shit
A ho 'gon be a ho, a bitch 'gon be a bitch
Stay above da ho, don't love da ho
If ya a thug, when it's over, you'll shove da ho

I don't give a fuck about a ho, 'cause da bitch ain't shit
A ho 'gon be a ho, a bitch 'gon be a bitch
Stay above da ho, don't love da ho
If ya a thug, when it's over, you'll shove da ho

Nigga, kill dat conversation bout yo ho you say I fucked
She tryin' to duck, but I fucked and nigga what, you trippin'
On my set and you disrespectin', nigga, better steppin'
Fo' I leave dat ass wet and you upsettin' my fuckin' nerve I relent

That chopper leave you wet and knock yo shit loose in a second
Pussy protectin', I fuck baby mamas in this section
Concert reckin', Bill Board chartin' wit Black Connection
In affect and chopper totin', put ya coke in them niggas

From China bringin' it in on a boat and I snort that dope man
But I ain't broke man, I thought you knew that I dress in black
Who dat, gon' do dat, knock yo crew flat off the top
I get high and shoot back, knock yo crew flat off the top

Don't know why I do that tryin' to get my loot fat
Then I take it to the street, interrupt my paper chasin'
Then I'll take ya to the street ain't no fakin', nigga
I'm erasin' playa hatin', rapin' ya for ya life

Tryin' to earn OG stripes, you hoes know you be feelin' me
Trill nigga, real as can be, yo [unverified] get spilled nigga
Cash Money Records representin' to tha finish beef we winnin'
'Cause we stay spinnin' a binn and no laughin', no grinnin'

No he-he, no bullshittin' respect my mind, I'll put ya life to a endin'
I don't like these messages through these hoes, you be sendin'
Approach me bitch, we both supposed to be men and I got the Mac-10
And the Mac-9 and nigga try me Drama to Cash Money, Hot Boyz
That's a hobby

I don't give a fuck about a ho, 'cause da bitch ain't shit
A ho 'gon be a ho, a bitch 'gon be a bitch
Stay above da ho, don't love da ho
If ya a thug, when it's over, you'll shove da ho

I ain't lovin' no mans daughter, I fuck a ho and ride
I stay high til I die, I lay dat pipe down then bye
You could try to get some snaps, but it ain't no haps
I fuck white, black, Hispanic and Japs, my dick is made of iron

Once it's rock, it's on hit a bag of that bomb, break ya off
Then bring ya home BG and L.T. be teamin' up and trainin'
I toss a ho, he toss a ho, Cash Money, weed and drainin'
Stay in line ho, get ya mind right bitch, keep ya mouth shut

Get smart, nigga off in ya shit, that's how real niggaz play it
All these rookies can't take it, ya'll outdated, CMB can't be faded
Take it how ya wanna, bring it how ya feel
Hardest Hot comin', ho I represent the real

Bat a bitch up, smack a bitch up, get buck, try to rush me
I'll back a bitch up, serve coke by the pound, B.G. get down
V.L. locked up, he'll touch down, my motherfuckin' round
Uptown is where I'm from, V.L. is where we be

A.K.s is what we pack, the title is B.G., head bussin' niggas
Examples we settin', all these fake niggas threatin'
Lettin' these hoes disrespect 'em but I'm checkin' 'em

Fuck these bitches, dick suckin' hoes
These hoes ain't dishin' nothin' but some good mouth
Off top, these bow-lows, ho
Droppin' these bow-lows in these hoes mouth

What, what, what, what, what, what, yeah
Some of these niggas is bitches too
Don't love ya, don't need ya
So, why the fuck would I feed ya?

What's up?
My nigga K.C. got 10 year for doggin' these hoes
76, William B. in this motherfucker
Bet it, man, understand, bet it, man

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Ride (Down South) - Lyrics - Chyna Doll - Foxy Brown

Title: Ride (Down South)
Album: Chyna Doll
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): Inga Marchand, P Smith, T Grey, M Goodwin

Lyric:
Let's get it hype, nigga
Let's get it crump
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Pass me them Swisher sweets, let's get it crump
If a nigga disrespect me, I'mma prove my shit and dump
Blast rhymes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly
Veteran M.C., I don't think you rookies is ready
Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal with
I run with Suave, always packin' somethin' to kill with
Feel this bitch, when I get rich, I'mma still hustle
Go down in history, paper taller then Bill Russel

Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement
Choppin' boys up, on some puttin' it in they face shit
Eight ball, F A T M A C K, known for layin' it down
And doin' shit the playa way
Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret
Space-age pimpin' means, I don't do free shit
Time waits for no one, it ain't gon wait for me
Yours truly, signed Eightball and M.J.G.

All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?
All my money makin' bitches, if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real bitches at?
Where them real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?
And where my buck niggas at?
Where my buck niggas at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at? Come on

I ain't new to this, damn nice, bitch, that's true to this
Money ain't never been a thing to me
Always stack my dough, holla back
Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect
Inhale the cheese, from here to Tel Aviv
Y'all know it, shit, I don't bluff and no dough
I don't fuck 'em, fuck I'mma fake for
Make mine's, I'mma take yours

'Cuz I'm no nigga like love b'fore
Make bitch scream like, gimme some more
If a nigga broke, what'd you fuck him for?
Waste of time
It's like we playette minds
Don't stop, get it get it
Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin' pro
Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas

They gon' pimp if you let them
From N.Y. to the Dirty South
And them bitches' dime tight
I got my mind right
And my ice got the shine right
And if it don't blind bitches
When them lights hit the wrist
You won't be stickin' shit, you be lickin' this

All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?
All my money makin' bitches, if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real bitches at?
Where them real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?
And where my buck niggas at?
Where my buck niggas at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at? Come on

I'm the pimp motherfucker, baby
Ice cold, stories so high, I pimp the whole village twice
So tight fold crease right on the President's nose
Pimp clothes, drinkin' straight henney' and buckstrum
Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose
Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those pros, slam those
Game tied tight like bows, we never close
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four

Hand chose bitches a L.A. mode, gettin' sold
Plus a load of killer, as chronic gettin' blowed
Keep it froze, tucked up in a Tupperware bowl
Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old
Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go
Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros, we're pushin' hoes
Dicks get erect like poles, pay the toll
M.J.G. is in control

All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?
All my money makin' bitches, if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real bitches at?
Where them real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?
And where my buck niggas at?
Where my buck niggas at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at? Come on

Peep dis', you and them boys need to slow down
Up in the mornin' in the court, it's 'bout to go down
There's no remorse now, better expose rounds
Them jackets be on the lose until' the dope is found
Juvenile's my name, bitch
I represent it to the end, the same, shit
Niggers don't be wearin' suits on theses blocks
All you see is your boys and Reeboks

A thin hat to the back with a strap too
Willin' to bust a nigga ass if he had to
If you feel the same my nigger, you's a hot boy
Blocka, blocka, blocka, better get up off the block, boy
Call for the cops, boy, your mommy or pops, boy
Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot, boy
You want props, ha, you sold to the cops, ha
You in a cell block, ha, 'cuz you too hot, ha

All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?
All my money makin' bitches, if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real bitches at?
Where them real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?
And where my buck niggas at?
Where my buck niggas at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at? Come on

Where the real one's at, bitch?
Oh, you know how we feel
About all you wanna be ass ghetto superstars
Wanna be like, "Me ass" niggas
Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown bitches
I give a fuck about your intermureal status, mothafucka
You ain't nobody
We been doin' this, been doin' this shit

We go way back with this, baby
Talkin' about this real shit on the muthafuckin' microphone
Pimps and hoes and gettin' money
Tricks and hoes and fuckin'
Muthafuckin' clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit
Nigga ridin' on 20's and shit
Nigga whatchu got? Brand new-assed nigga
You don't know nothin' about this game
Come on

All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?
All my money makin' bitches, if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real bitches at?
Where them real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?
And where my buck niggas at?
Where my buck niggas at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at?
Where my bitches at?

All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?

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Georgia - Lyrics - Light Poles and Pine Trees - Field Mob

Title: Georgia
Album: Light Poles and Pine Trees
Artist: Field Mob
Composer(s): Darion T. Crawford, Christopher Bria Bridges, Shawn Johnson, Hoagy Carmichael, Stuart Gorrell, Matthew Mcallister

Lyric:
Georgia, Georgia
Georgia, Georgia

We on the grind in, Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia
We ain't playin' witcha

We on the grind in, Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia
We ain't playin' witcha

Country name, country slang, fiends at the liquor store
Lac Cruisin', crap Shootin', 50 on the 10 to 4
Overcast the forecast shows clouds from plenty dro
And we ready for war in the state of, Georgia

Dirty words, dirty Birds, it's mean in this dirty south
You ever disrespect it, and we'll clean out your dirty mouth.
Bulldawgs is clockin' these look out boys is hawkin'
You gotta be brave in the state of, Georgia

I got 5 Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia bones
Come anywhere on my land and I'll aim at your Georgia dome
If you get in an altercation just hop on your mobile phone
And tell somebody you need help in the middle of, Georgia

We some ATL thrashers, scope your pumpkin and smash ya
We'll come through your hood worse than a tsunami disaster
Don't know who they gonna get or who them robbers gonna hit
That's why I keep my Georgia Tech in the state of, Georgia

We on the grind in, Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia
We ain't playin' witcha

We on the grind in, Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia
We ain't playin' witcha

I'm from the home of the neck bones
Black Eyed Peas, turnip and Collard Greens
We the children on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley's pee pee
GA, the peach state, where we stay
My small city's called Albany, Georgia

Pecan country like catfish with grits
Candy yams and chitlins, gram's homemade baked biscuits
The land of classical Caprices and Impala super sports
Ingredients in the peach cobbler called, Georgia

I love the women out in L.A.
And the shopping stores in New York
The beaches in MIA
But they ain't nothin' like that GA red clay

Look on your map, we right above Florida, next to Bama
Under the Carolinas and Tennessee, you'll see, Georgia
Where Gladys Knights and the Midnight Train
The birthplace of Martin Luther King

Where ass so plump and hips are thick
Where Lac trucks sit on 26's
Know where your going or your get lost
Found on these plum trees in the south
These choppas will tomahawk your top down here in, Georgia

We on the grind in, Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia
We ain't playin' witcha

We on the grind in, Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia
We ain't playin' witcha

Now I was born in the belly of the bottom of the map
Where the wet paint drip jelly on Pirelliz
And the chrome on the Chevy when I'm choppin' in the trap
Country as hell, they some warriors

Told some to spray something the same shape as Florida,
Lookin' for me boy, ya find me
Out of Dougherty County in a small city called Albany, Georgia
Where they use to call us some bamas

And now they jockin' the grammar
Watch yo mouth unless you out for some manner
Bunch of hustlers run on every corner like the Waffle house in Atlanta
R.I.P camoflauge out in Savannah, Georgia

Now you might come for vacation, leave on probation
Home of the strip club, known for the thick girls
Where the chicks put tips in the tip cup
Of thick chick in a thong with a big butt

When it gettin' on, won't be cheap when it on like Peachtree
Make a chick take it off like freaknik, down here in, Georgia
When you see them confederate flags, you know what it is
Your folks picked cotton here, that why we call it, "The Field"
I got a Chevrolet on 26's, I'm from GA, GA, Georgia

We on the grind in, Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia
We ain't playin' witcha

We on the grind in, Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia
We ain't playin' witcha

Georgia, Georgia
Georgia, Georgia
Georgia

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Georgia - Lyrics - Ludacris

Title: Georgia
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Darion T. Crawford, Christopher Bria Bridges, Shawn Johnson, Hoagy Carmichael, Stuart Gorrell, Matthew Mcallister

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Lyric:
Georgia, Georgia
Georgia, Georgia

We on the grind in Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but Georgia
We ain't playin' witcha

We on the grind in Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but Georgia
We ain't playin' witcha

Country name, country slang
Fiends at the liquor store
Lac Cruisin', crap shootin'
50 on the 10 to 4, overcast the forecast
Shows clouds from plenty dro
And we ready for war in the state of Georgia

Dirty words, dirty birds
It's mean in this dirty south
You ever disrespect it
And we'll clean out your dirty mouth

Bulldawgs is clockin', these look out boys is hawkin'
You gotta be brave in the state of Georgia
I got 5 Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia bones
Come anywhere on my land and I'll aim at your Georgia dome
If you get in an altercation just hop on your mobile phone
And tell somebody you need help in the middle of Georgia

We some ATL thrashers, scope your pumpkin' and smash ya
We'll come through your hood worse than a tsunami disaster
Don't know who they gonna get or who them robbers gonna hit
That's why I keep my Georgia Tech in the state of Georgia

We on the grind in Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but Georgia
We ain't playin' witcha

We on the grind in Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but Georgia
We ain't playin' witcha

I'm from the home of the neck bones
Black eyed peas, turnip and collard greens
We the children on the corn
Dirtier than Bob Marley's pee pee

GA, the peach state, where we stay
My small city's called Albany Georgia
Pecan country like catfish with grits
Candy yams and chitlins
Gram's homemade baked biscuits

The land of classical Caprices and Impala super sports
Ingredients in the peach cobbler called Georgia
I love the women out in L.A.
And the shopping stores in New York
The beaches in MIA
But they ain't nothin' like that GA red clay

Look on your map, we right above Florida, next to Bama
Under the Carolinas and Tennesse, you'll see Georgia
Where Gladys Knights and the Midnight Train
The birthplace of Martin Luther King

Where ass so plump and hips are thick
Where Lac trucks sit on 26's
Know where your going or your get lost
Found on these plum trees in the south
These choppas will tomahawk your top down here in Georgia

We on the grind in Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but Georgia
We ain't playin' witcha

We on the grind in Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but Georgia
We ain't playin' witcha

Now I was born in the belly of the bottom of the map
Where the wet paint drip jelly on pirelliz
And the chrome on the Chevy when I'm choppin in the trap

Country as hell, they some warriors
Told some to spray something the same shape as Florida
Lookin' for me boy, ya find me, out of Dougherty County
In a small city called Albany Georgia

Where they use to call us some bamas
And now they jockin' the grammar
Watch yo mouth unless you out for some manner
Bunch of hustlers run on every corner
Like the Waffle house in Atlanta

R.I.P Camoflauge out in Savannah Georgia
Now you might come for vacation
Leave on probation, home of the strip club
Known for the thick girls
Where the chicks put tips in the tip cup
Of thick chick in a thong with a big butt

When it gettin' on, won't be cheap when it on like Peachtree
Make a chick take it off like freaknik, down here in Georgia
When you see them confederate flags, you know what it is
Your folks picked cotton here, that why we call it 'the field'
I got a Chevrolet on 26's, I'm from GA, GA, Georgia

We on the grind in Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but Georgia
We ain't playin' witcha

We on the grind in Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but Georgia
We ain't playin' witcha

Georgia, Georgia
Georgia, Georgia

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Ride - Lyrics - Foxy Brown

Title: Ride
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): Inga Marchand, P Smith, T Grey, M Goodwin

Lyric:
Let's get it hype, nigga
Let's get it crump
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Pass me them swisher sweets, let's get it crump
If a nigga disrespect me I'mma prove my shit and dump
Blast ryhmes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly
Veteran MC, I don't think you rookies is ready

Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit
I run with suave, always packin' something to kill with
Feel this bitch, when I get rich I'mma still hustle
Go down in history, paper taller then Bill Russel

Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement
Choppin' boys up, on some puttin' it in they face shit
Eightball, F A T M A C K, known for layin' it down
And doin' shit the playa way

Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret
Space age pimpin' means I don't do free shit
Time waits for no one, it ain't gon' wait for me
Yours truly, signed Eightball and MJG

All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?
My real thug ass niggas, what you wanna do?
All my money makin' bitches if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'til I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real bitches at?
Where them real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at
Where they at, huh?

And where my buck niggas at?
Where my buck niggas at?
Where they at, where they at
Where they at? Come on

I ain't new to this, damn nice bitch that's true to this
Money ain't never been a thing to me
Always stack my dough, holla back
Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect

Inhale the cheese from here to Tel Aviv
Y'all know it, shit, I don't bluff and no dough?
I dont fuck 'em, fuck, I'mma fake for?
Make mine's, I'mma take yours

'Cuz I'm no nigga like love before
Make bitch scream like, gimme some more
If a nigga broke, what'd you fuck him for?
Waste of time, it's like we playette minds

Dont stop, get it get it, bitches
Take it from a real motherfuckin' pro
Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas
They gon' pimp if you let them, from NY to the dirty South

And them bitches' dime tight, I got my mind right
And my ice, got the shine right and if it don't blind bitches
When them lights hit the wrist?
You won't be sticking shit, you be lickin' this

All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?
My real thug ass niggas, what you wanna do?
All my money makin' bitches if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'til I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real bitches at?
Where them real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at
Where they at, huh?

And where my buck niggas at?
Where my buck niggas at?
Where they at, where they at
Where they at? Come on

I'm the pimp motherfucker, baby
Ice cold, stories so high I pimp the whole village twice
So tight fold crease right on the President's nose
Pimp clothes, drinkin' straight Henney'and Buckstrum
Touch toed, hoes, take a centerfold pose

Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those pros
Slam those, game tied tight like bows
We never close three sixty five, twenty four
Hand chose bitches, a la mode, gettin' sold

Plus a load of killer ass, chronic gettin' blowed
Keep it froze, tucked up in a Tupperware bowl
Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old
Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go

Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros
With pussy hoes, dicks get erect like poles
Pay the toll MJG is in control

All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?
My real thug ass niggas, what you wanna do?
All my money makin' bitches if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'til I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real bitches at?
Where them real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at
Where they at, huh?

And where my buck niggas at?
Where my buck niggas at?
Where they at, where they at
Where they at? Come on

Pimp dis', you and them boys need to slow down
Up in the mornin' in the court, it's 'bout to go down
There's no remorse now, better explore 'round
Them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found

Juvenile's my name, bitch
I represent it to the end, the same shit
Niggers don't be wearin' suits on these blocks
All you see is your boys and Reeboks

A thin hat to the back with a strap too
Willin' to bust a nigga ass if he had to
If you feel the same my nigger, you's a hot boy
Blocka, blocka, blocka, better get up off the block, boy

Call for the cops, boy your mommy or pops, boy
Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot boy
You want props ha, you sold to the cops ha
You in a cell block ha, 'cuz you too hot ha

All my hard core niggas, what you want to do?
My real thug ass niggas, what you want to do?
All my money makin' bitches if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'til I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real bitches at?
Where them real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at
Where they at, huh?

And where my buck niggas at?
Where my buck niggas at?
Where they at, where they at
Where they at? Come on

Where the real ones at? Beyach
Oh, you know how we feel
About all you wanna be ass ghetto super stars
Wanna be like me ass niggas

Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown bitches
I give a fuck about your intermureal status, mother fucker
You ain't nobody, we been doing this, been doin' this shit
We go way back with this baby

Talkin' about this real shit on the mother fuckin' microphone
Pimps and hoes and gettin' money
Tricks and hoes and fuckin'
Mother fuckin' clothes and shit ridin' Vogues and shit

Nigga ridin' on 20's and shit, nigga what you got?
Brand new assed nigga
You don't know nothin' about this game, come on

All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?
My real thug ass niggas, what you wanna do?
All my money makin' bitches if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'til I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real bitches at?
Where them real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at
Where they at, huh?

And where my buck niggas at?
Where my buck niggas at?
Where they at, where they at
Where they at? Come on

All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?
My real thug ass niggas, what you wanna do?

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Ball And Bun - Lyrics - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Ball And Bun
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Bernard James Freeman, Tristan G Jones, Premro Vonzellaire Smith

Lyric:
Check 1, 2
Check 1, 2 baby, yeah uh
1, 2, 1, 2, microphone check, 2
Somebody better tells these mothafuckers
How we wreck fools, disrespect fools
Check and snap necks too
Crushin' duos

Sittin', waitin' on the next 2
Nigga, me and Bun got the extra clips and bullet proofs
Gone off illegal shit, bustin' out the sunroofs
Scatterin', niggaz chatterin'
About where they been
Where they from, why they hate me, and relate me with
Stereotypical, down South country shit

On the real, we on the hustlin' makin' money shit
It's EightBizall makin' nigga feel Memphis, Tenn
Makin' hip hop, funky as a chit-a-lin
Bitter men, mad, thinkin' that they better men
Knockin' at the Suave House door, but we won't let 'em in
Hoes and niggaz, got a lot of shit to talk about
Runnin' your mouth, can get you dead, deep down South

I don't know where ya been
And I don't know what ya seen
But I know deep down South
It's all about the green
Now, I don't know what ya seen
And I don't know where ya been
But I know deep down South, ya keep your G U N

I don't know what you've done
And I don't know what you do
But I know deep down South
Nigga, it's all on you
Now, I don't know what you do
An I know what you've done
But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else
But Ball and Bun

I see no evil, say no evil, hear no evil
Try not to get in no evils
Raised up on Briz and Biz Bo-wevils
Ain't no sequels for your people when we touch down
South gon' put that crush down
Nigga lay your philly, and you'll touch down
Takin' that shit so much clown

Don't even sound real no mo'
Your cap'll get peeled, slo-mo
Fuck you and that steel .44
I'm Triz, oh hoe
Pay your dumbasses, no, never mind
Flip flows, so clever shine
Like diamond grapes on leather vines
Forever I regard it

As the first fool that started
Movin' gassed up niggaz till they farted
Hands, black hearted, cold
Get retarded
Like slingblade, it bring made niggaz
I played niggaz
Still wanna see a thing fade niggaz
I stay niggaz

That is the fight, what you believe
Give you life room to breathe
But tonights the night for you to leave
As soon as sleep
Ain't got, no tricks up
Your still get mixed up
From Southern black macks
That stay gettin' they dicked sucked

I don't know where ya been
And I don't know what ya seen
But I know deep down South
It's all about the green
Now, I don't know what ya seen
And I don't know where ya been
But I know deep down South, ya keep your G U N

I don't know what you've done
And I don't know what you do
But I know deep down South
Nigga, it's all on you
Now, I don't know what you do
An I know what you've done
But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else
But Ball and Bun

Crooked as the first letter in the word South
Niggaz who be 'bout gettin' paid, even when it's a drought
Fuckin' some stout, smokin' out
At my nigga house
98 live, side bet and gettin' screwed out
Screwed up, drinkin' my cup
Grippin' my nuts

Hoes be jockin', but eager niggaz get setup
Wet up, fucked up, what's up?
Test us, guess what?
True but, you just, messed up
Deeper, than encyclopedia Britannica
If Ball don't do it, then Bun-B gonna handle ya

To all you Betty Crocker
Cock knockers that wanna cook a cake
But don't know what it took to make that bitch
Take a look you fake and switch your recipe
Niggaz always takin' tests of me
Pressin' me, just to see the stress and hate
Bring the best of me

Leave your mouth open, sesame seed
I separate from stem and weed
Me, I go, murder
Murder them in deep blood clot
They get all red hot from lead shots
And what not

Mine, I go dead after red dot
And buckshot
So bitch niggaz get the fuck out
Leave suckas stuck, fuck props
This where the buck stops

I don't know where ya been
And I don't know what ya seen
But I know deep down South
It's all about the green
Now, I don't know what ya seen
And I don't know where ya been
But I know deep down South, ya keep your G U N

I don't know what you've done
And I don't know what you do
But I know deep down South
Nigga, it's all on you
Now, I don't know what you do
An I know what you've done
But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else
But Ball and Bun

Yeah, euphoric images
Psycadelic gangsta shit
This is fuckin' groovy man
I'll be back, 3004

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Rock Your Body - Lyrics - Justified - Justin Timberlake

Title: Rock Your Body
Album: Justified
Artist: Justin Timberlake
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Justin Timberlake, Pharrell L Williams

Lyric:
Don't be so quick to walk away
Dance with me
I wanna rock your body
Please stay
Dance with me
You don't have to admit you wanna play
Dance with me
Just let me rock you
Till the break of day
Dance with me
Got time, but I don't mind

Just wanna rock you girl
I'll have whatever you have
Come on, just give it up girl
See I've been watching you
I like the way you move
So go ahead, girl, just do
That ass shaking thing you do

So you grab your girls
And you grab a couple more
And you all come meet me
In the middle of the floor
Said the air is thick, it's smelling right
So you blast to the left and you sail to the right
Don't be so quick to walk away
Dance with me
I wanna rock your body
Please stay
Dance with me
You don't have to admit you wanna play
Dance with me
Just let me rock you
Till the break of day
Dance with me

I don't mean no harm
Just wanna rock you girl
Make a move, but be calm
Let's go, let's give it up girl
See it appears to me
You like the way I move
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do
Pull you close and share my groove

So you grab your girls
And you grab a couple more
And you all come meet me
In the middle of the floor
Said the air is thick, it's smelling right
So you blast to the left and you sail to the right
Don't be so quick to walk away
Dance with me
I wanna rock your body
Please stay
Dance with me
You don't have to admit you wanna play
Dance with me
Just let me rock you
Till the break of day
Dance with me

Talk to me boy
No disrespect, I don't mean no harm
Talk to me boy
I can't wait to have you in my arms
Talk to me boy
Hurry up cause you're taking too long
Talk to me boy
Better have you naked by the end of this song
So what did you come for
I came to dance with you
And you know that you don't want to hit the floor
I came to romance with you
You're searching for love forever more
It's time to take a chance
If love is here on the floor, girl

Hey
Dance with me
Yea
Come on baby
Don't be so quick to walk away
(Don't walk away)
(Come on and)
Dance with me
I wanna rock your body
(Let me rock your body)
Please stay
(Come on and)
Dance with me
You don't have to admit you wanna play
(You don't have to admit you wanna play, just) dance with me
Just let me rock you
(Do do do do)
Till the break of day
(Come on and)
Dance with me

Talk to me boy
No disrespect, I don't mean no harm
Talk to me boy
But I can't wait to have you in my arms
Talk to me boy
Hurry up cause you're taking too long
Talk to me boy
Better have you naked by the end of this song

Don't be so quick to walk away
(Just think of me and you)
Don't be so quick to walk away
(We could do something)
Don't be so quick to walk away
(I like the way you look right now)
Don't be so quick to walk away
(Come over here baby)

Are you feeling me?
Let's do something
Let's make a bet
Cause i, gotta have you naked by the end of this song

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When I'M Flowin - Lyrics - Rakim

Title: When I'M Flowin
Artist: Rakim
Composer(s): William Griffin, Johnny Mandel, Peter Phillips, Paul Francis Webster

Lyric:
Yes, yes, y'all, check it out y'all
Yes, yes, y'all, check it out y'all

Yo, I find a show rhyme 'til it's time to go
I'm designed to blow my mind's inclined to flow
Yo, my MO makin' all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, you know

Yo, I find a show rhyme 'til it's time to go
I'm designed to blow my mind's inclined to flow
Yo, my MO makin' all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, you know

Yes, yes, y'all, I still fiend by any means to flow
And I go through extremes, don't intervene
My adventures show like a three dimensional screen
'Cause I mention many things and I'm presentin' many scenes

Guess, I'm telegraphic, motions energetic
Better tell em forget it, cause I'm telekinetic
Crowds is screamin', I choke the mic and keep squeezin'
Styles seemin' like I used a thousand words without breathin '

Bustin' techs like Russian Roulette, I doubt you win
Freestyles like hand grenades without the pin
Composin', then leave the mic full of corrosion
Don't test this or best to expects this explosion

At shows I spit flows with seven deadly venoms
Killin' syllables with poisonous synonyms in 'em
Ideas is blowin', mics is blowin' from what I'm showin'
See it, I keep it goin' when I'm flowin'

I find a show rhyme 'til it's time to go
I'm designed to blow my mind's inclined to flow
Yo, my MO makin' all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, you know

When I'm flowin', theoretically speakin' like a drummer
I take you through the streets to the parks in the summer
Or illustrate a time and place you never been in
And make you focus on the future after seein' the beginning

And my style wilds like Miles on the trumpet
Volume dial was kind of low, need to pump it
Up another notch turn the dial 'til it stops
More watts you got, more things to watch

Third eye's wide open, you're focused on the theory
Keep scopin' 'til you hear me, words is spoken clearly
It's no smokescreens on the scenes that I'm showin'
Man, I keep it goin', damn, I keep it flowin'

I find a show rhyme 'til it's time to go
I'm designed to blow my mind's inclined to flow
Yo, my MO makin' all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, you know

I find a show rhyme 'til it's time to go
I'm designed to blow my mind's inclined to flow
Yo, my MO makin' all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, you know

Two pages cause panic, freestyles is frantic
Thoughts is organic, flow is aerodynamic
Mic is volcanic, rhymes spread across the planet
I send out the scribe now the vibes gigantic

Now I'm internationally known, mental capacities blown
I hope your microphone's accident prone
Raw footage is shown but only showin' scenes of my own
Leavin' your peripheral vision in a zone

But not the twilight, from the insight that I write
And recite in my mic'll be bright 'cause I like
The night glowin', it's out of sight when I'm showin'
Man, I keep it goin', damn, I keep it flowin'

I find a show rhyme 'til it's time to go
I'm designed to blow my mind's inclined to flow
Yo, my MO makin' all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, you know

I find a show rhyme 'til it's time to go
I'm designed to blow my mind's inclined to flow
Yo, my MO makin' all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, you know

Accurate tactics make 'em clap to this
When I move the crowd, my rhythm still don't miss
Breeze through melodies 'cause it's been a long time
My lyrics is fury and rappers hate to hear me rhyme

Every antidote that I quote is no joke
Nobody's smilin' in the ghetto from the notes I wrote
My high techniques wreck and disrespect beats
Have you follow in the leader, up and down the streets?

So kick along as I rip a song with pull
As the rhyme goes on I get paid in full
It's Rakim, I'm indicatin' rhymes for the showin'
Check it out y'all, I keep it goin' when I'm flowin'

I find a show rhyme 'til it's time to go
I'm designed to blow my mind's inclined to flow
Yo, my MO makin' all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, you know

I find a show rhyme 'til it's time to go
I'm designed to blow my mind's inclined to flow
Yo, my MO makin' all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, you know

Straight up, Rakim Allah
The fiend of the microphone still flowin'
You know, one love to [Incomprehensible]
Comin' through your livin' room soon, straight up
[Incomprehensible] one love, the whole tri-state
One love, Rakim Allah, baby, you know
What, check it out y'all, check it out

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U Would If U Could - Lyrics - Let's Get Ready - Mystikal

Title: U Would If U Could
Album: Let's Get Ready
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): O'Dell Vickers, Michael Tyler

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Lyric:
I had thought I heard u laughin', talkin' trash
Bitch, whats happenin'? Start shit but don't take it
Pull it out, put it on your ass
Some of y'all niggaz still got the game fucked up this year
But I ain't gonna have it
Tryna talk about another mother fucker on a record
And the bitch ain't got no cabbage
Hopin' somebody can tell me whats wrong with this picture
Don't think you can put out what ever you want
And I ain't gonna come back in the bitch and come getcha
I'mma find out where ya hang at
Where ya old lady live and what time you be there
Go scope out ya ride
Follow ya to work and bring that heat
Duck and woo from this fuckin' fool
Monkey see, monkey do
Nigga so you can't be the man right chea too
There's none after this not another livin' M.C. as hazardous
And as talented and handsome, ghetto fabulous
Keep em off my back whenever they comin' I bring that double
In a minute y'all niggaz don't show no love its gonna be trouble
These niggaz here get ya name bent
Washed up anybody y'all sent
Gotta watch these niggaz, they get outta line
Gotta put 'em in they place every time they nut up
Gotta stop 'em from spreadin' them lies
Bust 'em in they mouth and make em shut up
Get up, come here never seen me cut up, you must not be from here
Im four and none here
Don't have me to bring up the shit I've done here
Reach blazin' temperatures
So please come with ya sun gear
Whoop the sleeves off of mutherfuckers that try to run in here
Serious look on my face and a boot in my mouth and balled up fists
These niggaz don't want my trouble
But its too late for 'em, gotta accept this shit

Tryna like me
You would, if you could nigga
You would, if you could nigga
Tryna be like me
You would, if you could nigga
You would, if you could nigga
You wanna do what I do?
You would, if you could nigga
You would, if you could nigga
You wanna take my style?
You would, if you could nigga
You would, but you can't, so u ain't

From the moment that I slid in the door
They know I'm back 'cause you can hear it in the floor
But after I rap bitches ain't feelin' it no more
Wanna talk that shit, better know what to come with
If you jump in the water
Then ya ass better throw up before I start ballin'
And if you ever fuck with what I be recording
I'm ma flush you down the toilet
And if you ever come at me wrong with a mike
I'mma throw you in the gutter
I cant be scared these niggaz
And they disrespect me 'cause I'm from New Orleans
We don't play that shit
When these niggaz and they really want me to get started
Make it painful I don't think so
I be bustin' till I can't
Thats what I where that tank for
Hittin' with the speed of Roy Jones Jr.
And the strength of iron Mike Tyson
Triflin, exciting, well precise
And I gotta let 'em know that I still been right
You talk on me strong
Just 'cause I'm rich don't mean that it don t sound hungry
Count if you wanna
Hope you think 'cause you little I won't jump on ya
You better remember that
When you be droppin' that bullshit
You lucky I'm in a good mood right now
But I'm lettin' you know how it could get
If I was the preacher
Y'all niggaz would run when I step off the pulpit
If I was you I'd leave me alone
'Cause bitch I ain't nothin' to fool with
But if it is on ya mind
You got somethin' to prove, then go head and do it
I get so vivid, I wouldn't be able to make a better picture if I could
You understand my platinum then fuck up my raps, semi tracks
No matter whether kickin' a verse or smokin' a sack
I'll fuck over you, yea
I'm makin' a habit of hurtin' they head and busting' they ass
Fuckin' they woman and takin' they spotlight, makin' 'em mad

Tryna like me
You would, if you could nigga
You would, if you could nigga
Tryna be like me
You would, if you could nigga
You would, if you could nigga
You wanna do what I do?
You would, if you could nigga
You would, if you could nigga
You wanna take my style?
You would, if you could nigga
You would, but you can't, so u ain't
Tryna sound like me
You would, if you could nigga
You would, if you could nigga
Tryna be like me
You would, if you could nigga
You would, if you could nigga
You wanna do what I do?
You would, if you could nigga
You would, if you could nigga
You wanna take my style?
You would, if you could nigga
You would, but you can't, so u ain't
You would, if you could

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