Geek Love - Lyrics - Geek Love [CD SINGLE] - Fan 3

Title: Geek Love
Album: Geek Love [CD SINGLE]
Artist: Fan 3
Composer(s): Jerome L. Wilson, Paul Robb, Curtus Fischer, Adrien Harris, Allison Lurie, Carlos Mandez, Keith Mansfield, Keneth Ponder

Lyric:
With his converse tied real tight he might
Just be my boy always and for all days
The first boy I've known to get straight A's
And appear in everyone of my high school plays
Mozart blastin' from his Volvo
And there's tape on his glasses in charge of hall passes
Not the kinda guy I mostly been with
I go for thug or Abercrombie and Fitch

With a little bit of skater boy here and there
Not a guy who doesn't even show his underwear
When he sags his pants but I wanna go with him
To the school dance and have him be my date
But I'm afraid that he doesn't know how
To move and everybody would flip and have a cow
Now just because he brings his lunch packed
This situation that I'm facing is jacked

I wouldn't call him fly suspenders and a bow tie
I wouldn't call him the man but he can still hang with fan

Now this ain't the description, I saw in my dreams
But they say nothin' is quite like it seems
So even though you see his socks when he walks
And his pants are so tight circulations cut off
I think I should give him a chance
And ignore his metal braces and tight pants
But my friends disagree they disapprove of my plans
To make a move, but it would behoove me

To not pay attention to them my friends
Just don't understand just 'cuz he's not the man
They try to act hard now pretend like they floss
We'll see who's laughin' when my geek is their boss
Maybe he doesn't have experience with dates
But I bet the same thing happened to Bill Gates
So even though he doesn't have Sean Jean or Gerbauds
I got love for my geek I want everyone to know

I wouldn't call him fly suspenders and a bow tie
I wouldn't call him the man but he can still hang with fan

I wouldn't call him fly suspenders and a bow tie
I wouldn't call him the man but he can still hang with fan

My geek is smarter than you, better than you, tighter than you
My geek is smarter than you and I can teach him a thing or two
My geek is smarter than you, better than you, tighter than you
My geek is smarter than you and I can teach him a thing or two

My geek is smarter than you, better than you, tighter than you
(Pointdexter in da house)
My geek is smarter than you and I can teach him a thing or two
(Pointdexter in da house)
My geek is smarter than you, better than you, tighter than you
(Pointdexter in da house)
My geek is smarter than you and I can teach him
(Pointdexter, pointdexter)

I wouldn't call him fly suspenders and a bow tie
I wouldn't call him the man but he can still hang with fan

I wouldn't call him fly suspenders and a bow tie
I wouldn't call him the man but he can still hang with fan

Pointdexter in da house

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What They Gonna Think - Lyrics - Fan 3

Title: What They Gonna Think
Artist: Fan 3
Composer(s): Leon Heywood, Fan

Lyric:
Gimme a little more than candy

Yo, that was the chorus and here comes the rap
So, everybody put your hands together and clap
You remember the good old days back in school
When you tried your hardest to keep your cool

Around that person that you always liked and you heard
That he might ask you out tonight
Y'all be goin' to the bathroom in the middle of class
He said a girl threw up with a fake hall pass

You got a nice little note, it took an hour to write
Askin' if you got anything planned for tonight
Well, these days its almost the same thing
Except instead of a note, the cell phone ring

He hooks me up with a tour, seein' if I got the call
Makin' sure I hadn't made private plans at the mall
But when I looked at his face and I saw his smile it
Made me wanna put his number in my palm piolet

What they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool
And what they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool

Y'all remember the 1st time that y'all went out
You picked a rough better house walkin' arm an arm
You say hello to his momma, hello to his daddy
Then you smiled at her and she made you feel glad

You gave her the rose, you picked up on the way
And this is when you get started for the date
She hated the movie but pretended like she liked
'Cause she really cant stand all the violence and fightin'

It's off towards dinner, where to go
You pretend you had it figured out a week ago
Y'all go to dinner but it's not to fancy
You have fun all night, eatin' and dancin'

Well, in the year 2002 we will find somethin' cool to do
And you will probably have a whole lot of fun
Maybe, chill with some friends before the night is done

What they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool
And what they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool

Well, now you've been goin' out 4 some
Time and it was easy to tell him what was your mind
Y'all will chill together and listen to some vidol
But you were still young, no decisions were final

These days we have things called CD's, you old folks
May not be to familiar with these but us kids
Like to listen to 'em together, rock, pop, hip hop
It don't matter, whatever

What they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool
And what they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool

What they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool
And what they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool

What they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool
And what they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool
...

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Hey Boy - Lyrics - Geek Love [CD SINGLE] - Fan 3

Title: Hey Boy
Album: Geek Love [CD SINGLE]
Artist: Fan 3
Composer(s): Paul Jason Robb, Allison J Lurie

Lyric:
I'm Fan_3 better be sure where to find me, where
I'm at the dance club my girls right behind me
Personality infectious one look can be blinding
Give me a beat, give a seat
Now let me just see you move your feet

What I'm glancing there is many people dancing
Give me a mike, make it sound right
Don't worry I'm here all night

You know I love it when I start to see you dancing
You know I love it when I see you clap your hands and
You know I love it when the beat gets the breaking
You know I love it when your body gets the shaking

Hey boy wanna hang with me, yeah
Hey boy can't you see
If you're lucky I might just wanna date ya
Shake what your momma gave ya

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I Love Christmas - Lyrics - Fan 3

Title: I Love Christmas
Artist: Fan 3
Composer(s): Allison J. Lurie, Paul Jason Robb

Lyric:
The first day of Christmas was pretty sweet
Got new clothes from my head to my feet
The second was even better then the first
I got a new phone with cool ring tones

On the 3rd came a cool new bag
Curtsy of my mom and my dad
The forth was tight got a cool new bike
It's crazy like 24 speeds

These 12 nights are going by so fast
Pretty soon Christmas will be in the past
'Cuz it really is my favorite time of the year
Snow on the ground and holiday cheer

Can't complain I got cool stuff this year
Santa really hooked me up
When it's gone I'm really gonna miss this
Boy do I love Christmas

Hey, hey, hey, I'm kickin' it Christmas day
Ho, ho, ho, here comes Christmas here we go
Hey, hey, hey, I'm kickin' Christmas day
Ho, ho, ho, here comes Christmas here we go

Hey big crusher I thought this was a Christmas joint
Where's the sleigh bells
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about

On the fifth Santa was super cool
Gave me and my fam a cool new pool
On the six I got some drums
Man is Christmas so much fun

7th and the 8th was okay
The 9th was plain same old same
On the tenth I got monopoly
11th and 12th spent with the family

These 12 nights are going by so fast
Pretty soon Christmas will be in the past
'Cuz it really is my favorite time of the year
Snow on the ground and holiday cheer

Can't complain I got cool stuff this year
Santa really hooked me up
When it's gone I'm really gonna miss this
Boy do I love Christmas

Hey, hey, hey, I'm kickin' it Christmas day
Ho, ho, ho, here comes Christmas here we go
Hey, hey, hey, I'm kickin' Christmas day
Ho, ho, ho, here comes Christmas here we go

So it's all about the stuff
It's not about the stuff
The love the family stuffs not enough

Hey, hey, hey, I'm kickin' it Christmas day
Ho, ho, ho, here comes Christmas here we go
Hey, hey, hey, I'm kickin' Christmas day
Ho, ho, ho, here comes Christmas here we go

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Digits - Lyrics - Geek Love [CD SINGLE] - Fan 3

Title: Digits
Album: Geek Love [CD SINGLE]
Artist: Fan 3
Composer(s): Paul Robb, Fred Lipsius, Allison Lurie, David Clayton-Thomas

Lyric:
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
What's up?
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
What's up?

Just in case, check the pace
I rock this place, so I got in ya face 'cause I got what it takes
I wanna see you back up, don't clean your act up
Walkin' like I own it, now I clean the crap up

Do it, groove it, come on gotta move it
I can see you looking and the calender needs booking
I know you wanna talk, come before I walk
Get it right cream of the crop

I'm having fun, your the one
So let's start dancing, cancel all your plans
And let me know witch way you wanna go
I got crazy flow its a real big blow

And if you got rhythm and your out to kill 'em
Just feel the feeling 'cause your real appealing
Everybody's dancing, making plans
Slip me a napkin' and get to clapping

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
What's up?
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
What's up?

Let me in show that skin, I can see you grin
Your smiling within 'cause you know I'm a sin
How I look? And how I talk?
Your heart when I stole it, now let me consul it

You fold it around me, move on the down beat
Thank God, you found me, I'm glad you don't hound me
Hocas Pocas, I am the focas
Most guys chasin' me like locas

And you keep your distance, you don't loose persistence
I'm feeling what your feeling, jump into the ceiling
I don't know what to think, your buying me a drink
Girl's hearts sink while I'm pretty in pink

But I see you smile, your worth ma while
Want you to a file to add you to the pile
So before we go to the bridgits
It's necessary you give me them digits

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Huh, huh, what's up? What's up?
Huh, huh, a what's, a what's, a what's up?

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

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Boom - Lyrics - Fan 3

Title: Boom
Artist: Fan 3
Composer(s): Paul Jason Robb, Allison J Lurie

Lyric:
I am the best there is, I'm Fan3 and I handle my biz
I'm not universally known but I'm known to leave the speakers blown
See, I gotta get it pumpin' you know how we do it
My parents be like turn down that rap music
Gotta feel the bass vibrate my pop must be irate

If the house don't shake the beat don't break
If the parties in the room ain't jumpin'
Then the music must not be pumpin'
Gotta get in my car let the loud part blast
Windows down pumpin' my jams through town

Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
I like it in the car, I like it in my room
Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom

Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
I like it in the car, I like it in my room
Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom

Down to L.A., '04's the year puttin' heads to bet
From the indicate fear gotta get in the club-tight atmosphere
While y'all hear the jams, I'm makin' plans
You try to play me out like I'm a J. J. fad
I'm good when I'm good but I'm better when I'm bad

Like audio 2, you know I get us toppin'
And when the jams is up you hit the ceiling
Take off my sneakers, turn on the speakers
I can make it I can shake it, workin' and tworkin'
Pumpin' loops in the ride while I'm past point doom
Got a truck full 'a AMPs, you can hear it go boom

Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
I like it in the car, I like it in my room
Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom

Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
I like it in the car, I like it in my room
Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom

Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
I like it in the car, I like it in my room
Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom

Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
I like it in the car, I like it in my room
Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom

An' I'm known, an' I'm known
An' I'm known to leave the speakers blown

Boom shaka laka laka boom
I like it in the car, I like it in my room
Boom shaka laka laka boom
You know I like it when the beat goes boom

Boom shaka laka laka boom
I like it in the car, I like it in my room
Boom shaka laka laka boom
You know I like it, you know I like it

Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
I like it in the car, I like it in my room
Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom

Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
I like it in the car, I like it in my room
Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom

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What'S Your Fantasy (Remix) - Lyrics - Back For The First Time - Ludacris

Title: What'S Your Fantasy (Remix)
Album: Back For The First Time
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Shondrae L Crawford

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Lyric:
Yeah
(Remix)
Yeah
(Remix)
Yeah
(Remix)
Yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now, give it to me now

Yeah
(Remix)
Yeah
(Remix)
Yeah
(Remix)
Yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down, to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But you gotta let let me know know what's your fanta-ta-sies

You know what I need
Somebody that who can come li-li-lick the clit
And a nigga who ain't thinking 'bout a Trina L P
And I'll make him go and get my shit

We can go from a fly ass jetta to a coupe De Ville
Hotel tally ho or the Beverly hill
A real nigga not the run of the mill
Come and spank me and make me shoot to kill

From the kitchen then you can move me
To the jacuzzi and out the booty
Come and do your duty
Me and fat dick Ludacris making us a movie

Butt naked in a bed of cash
Make tough stuff stutter when I shake my ass
Damn she back, I though she a thing of the past
Cause I'm a bad bitch and I'm off the glass

Having sex in little jets menage'tois
Getting buck wild no matter where we are
Indie 500 in the back of the car
In a dark ass club on the back of a bar

Never want, never ever wanna leave
Work for me like the league overseas
I want a man to fulfill my needs
Keep my body trembling and buckle my knees

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed, down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

I wanna do in the canopy
I wanna do it where your girl gon' see and get mad at me
I want a nigga that'll grab the weave
And turn my eyes Chinese

Tell me baby can you handle me?
I wanna do it all in your mouth
Then I'll pull the ass out
Make you bounce till you pass out

Or we can cut up in the grass
And give the neighbors a flash
Can you tell me who the bad motherfucker now?
Said I wanna take-ta-take-take a nigga back to the crib

And I wanna do all the things, do all the things that I never did
Like I up on the top-to-top-top of the projects getting head
Or you can find me in a dro-drop-drop-drop on dubs in the candy red
I like a nigga when he face down, mouth wide
Polo down with them blades on the ride
Give me a pound with the case on the side
But it's okay I'm gon' break something tonight

Oh see get on your knees
And I'll show you what's my fantasy
Like up in the coupe, coupe
Tell your bitch she ain't gotta be mad at me

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

You gotta li-li-li-lick me from my ass to my clit
Then you gotta su-suck the pussy while I sit on your dick
And I wanna talk some shit while I feel it get stiff
And then ruba-dub on my tits while I nut on your lips nigga

I'm a B K Bitch, love to ride dick
Ass in his face, cock spread out
Nigga uptown, nigga down south
Same ol' shit, foot's in his mouth

F-O-X call me rough sex
Especially when a bitch get right on the X
Get it right on X
Fuck him, check right to the next

Those bitches go right, fox right to the left
Nigga can't fuck, burner on his chest
36 D's, Prada on the breast
Baddest, send him home with na-na on his breath

What? How you think a bitch got my rep?
3 mills, still BK to the death
Still don't give a fuck, still pose naked
Still specialize on sittin' on niggas faces

Pop magnum's by the cases, X5 Benz still spend big faces
Big frown, brown, hold first places, you know what you can do nigga?
You can li-li-li-lick me from my ass to my clit
And ruba-dub up on my tits while I nu-nut on your lips, fucka

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
And I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But you gotta let, let me know know what's your fanta-ta-sies

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Detentionl: Sloppy Love Jingle Part 3 - Lyrics - Gym Class Heroes

Title: Detentionl: Sloppy Love Jingle Part 3
Artist: Gym Class Heroes
Composer(s): Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo, Sam Hollander, Travis Mccoy, Matthew Mcginley

Lyric:
Sloppy Love Jingle Sequence 3
Cameras rollin', action

The bomb's been detonated, I'm just waiting for an explosion
I was at second base and it was time for me to close in on third
With blurred vision and precisely placed slurred words we started kissin'
Man listen it was like a scene bad B movie with a very low budget
But fuck it, I was drunk and I admit I loved it every last second
I couldn't kill that thought of us butt ass naked

Tely surfin' with the fan on, chattin' about the session and
Slowly gettin' in to closet skeleton confessions
That's when she made an offer I couldn't refuse
And chills when up and down my leg like Samoan tattoos
She said she had a pad that wasn't too far away
And she loved it if I stayed until the following day

So it was time to exit stage left, I made my rounds
Gave my pounds and hugs, gathered my thoughts
And took a deep breath, and now we walkin' to the door but
Right before we stepped outside she bought me one more
Now I'm feelin' it, I had my hand in my pocket but she stealin' it

With our fingers interlock and as we walk down Exchange Street
With our hearts pitter-pat to the same beat
And then she popped the question like, "Trav, you ever been in love?"
And I'm like tcha, not that I recall, but there was one situation
But I didn't have the patience or the balls to say it
And every time I tried, I just digitally relay it
And it sound something like a duh, duh, duh, duh, duh

Man, my speech impediment
Left my heart vacant without a single resident
The first ten had got evicted the second she settled in
I seen her the other day ridin' my bike and kept peddlin'
If it wasn't for meddling kids, would love even exist? Nope
If it wasn't for alcohol, would I be saying this? Nope

She probably took offense, I probably started getting sober
'Cuz she started getting ugly and I think I probably told her
Then my feet got heavy, I started drippin' sweat
I knew I was getting into something and I would later regret
Right when I lit the cigarette I caught an occasion of the spins
I started wishin' I was back at the bar with my friends

And then it happened, I fell flat on my face
When I awoke I found that I was in a very strange place
Must have gotten my wish granted, 'cuz I was butt ass naked
But the only downside was that the room was pretty vacant
Except next to the bed there was this note on the dresser
While I'm trying to deal with this hangover head pressure
With a smile I grabbed the note with a smoke and sat back
'Dear whoever, lose my number, P.S. The sex was whack'

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If I Get Locked Up Tonite - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: If I Get Locked Up Tonite
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall Mathers, Andre Young, Dana Stinson

Lyric:
Check, check 1, 2, 1, 2 1, 2, it's rolling
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Dr. Dre up in here y'all know what this is
It's what y'all been waiting for funk master Flex, Big Kap
Def Jam Records giving it to you baby
Yo, Eminem show these mother fuckers what time it is, baby

I used to be a lonely man, only mad, until I got a million dollars, shit
Now if I only had some fucking hair I'd pull it, faster than a bullet
Out of Tupac's chest before the ambulance came too late to do it

I'm trying to grow it back again, it was an accident
I had my back against the fan and chopped it off in Amsterdam
I hate the straight jacket it ain't latching and can't lock it
So they stapled my hand to my pants pockets

The cell's padded and battered like someone else had it
Before me, and just kept throwing they fucking selfs at it
My head is aching, I'm dedicated to medication
But this med is taking to long to bring me this sedadation? Come on

Anyway I got down with Dre, what up?
The first man who taught me how the glock sounded to spray
Running up and down the street screaming, "Fuck the police"
When you still had your mother's fucking nipple stuck in your teeth

Fucking baby, became a role model after Colorado
Now all they do is follow me around and holla, "Bravo"
Hell yeah, I punch my bitch and beat my kids in public
Suck my dick, bitch

I'm sick enough to fuck a man in his face but I won't
'Cause you'll probably wanna stand in his place
So put a sock in it, with your fake-ass Tupac image
You faggots ain't tough, you just get drunk and become talkative

Wanna fight?
I'm probably the akwardest alcoholic talking
Walking like a midget with a ladder in his back pocket
So when you see me on your block stumbling, mumbling

A bunch of dumb shit like my drunk uncle does
I ain't buzzed, I'mm just high on life
So why on earth would I need drugs, when I can fly on kites?
Motherfuckers, Slim Shady

Dr Dre
I'm drunk pass the tec

'Cause if I get locked up tonite
Then I might not come home tonite
Keep it moving, off and on, Eminem is on
Off and on, Dr. Dre is on

'Cause if I get locked up tonite
Then I might not come home tonite
Keep it moving, off and on, Eminem is on
Off and on, Dr. Dre is on

The whole entire world can sit and twirl like a whirling tire
I set a fucking girl on fire with a curling iron
Psych I'm just joking, for christ sake, don't get so bent out of shape
'Cause I went out and raped six girl friends

Some people just don't get it, but I won't let it upset me
'Cause they don't know better
They don't know what the fuck its like to be so fed up
And fed so many uppers you're down and won't get up

My mind's got a mind of it's own, sometimes I can't find it at home
It hides in the stove, hello, where you at?
Shit, talk about your brain being baked
My shit's still in the oven on 480 degrees

Hailey Jade, daddy loves you baby
Don't ever tell me how to raise my daughter fuck you, lady
You critics wanna criticize but couldn?t visualize
Individuals lives through a criminal's eyes

The neighborhood that I grew up in you could die for nothing
And Dirty Dozen watches over me so try some dumb shit
I'll have a fucking man raped with a band-aid over his mouth
And shove his head in the fan blade

Don't ever tell me what I can and what I can't say
Or change 'cause of the age range in my fan base
Like I give a fuck who's buying this shit
Quit fucking buying it, I'm tired bitch, I'm dying to quit

Hip Hop is universal now, it's all commercial now
It's like a circle full of circus clowns up in the circuit now
But now the white kids like it, so they tell me I can buy it
But as soon as I get on the mic it's like the night get silent

Either that or booed, that?s why I keep an attitude
And go to sleep with it and wake up with it every afternoon
I'm sick of being judged, fuck it let me see a judge
I'll confess to every murder I committed since 3 years old

'Cause if I get locked up tonight
Then I might not come home tonight
Keep it moving, off and on, Eminem is on
Off and on, Dr. Dre is on

Fuck that, turn that shit off
Let's get the fuck out of here
You know how we do

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If I Get Locked Up Tonight ( With Dr.Dre) - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: If I Get Locked Up Tonight ( With Dr.Dre)
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall Mathers, Andre Young, Dana Stinson

Lyric:
Check, check 1, 2, 1, 2 1, 2, it's rolling
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Dr. Dre up in here y'all know what this is
It's what y'all been waiting for funk master Flex, Big Kap
Def Jam Records giving it to you baby
Yo, Eminem show these mother fuckers what time it is, baby

I used to be a lonely man, only mad, until I got a million dollars, shit
Now if I only had some fucking hair I'd pull it, faster than a bullet
Out of Tupac's chest before the ambulance came too late to do it

I'm trying to grow it back again, it was an accident
I had my back against the fan and chopped it off in Amsterdam
I hate the straight jacket it ain't latching and can't lock it
So they stapled my hand to my pants pockets

The cell's padded and battered like someone else had it
Before me, and just kept throwing they fucking selfs at it
My head is aching, I'm dedicated to medication
But this med is taking to long to bring me this sedadation? Come on

Anyway I got down with Dre, what up?
The first man who taught me how the glock sounded to spray
Running up and down the street screaming, "Fuck the police"
When you still had your mother's fucking nipple stuck in your teeth

Fucking baby, became a role model after Colorado
Now all they do is follow me around and holla, "Bravo"
Hell yeah, I punch my bitch and beat my kids in public
Suck my dick, bitch

I'm sick enough to fuck a man in his face but I won't
'Cause you'll probably wanna stand in his place
So put a sock in it, with your fake-ass Tupac image
You faggots ain't tough, you just get drunk and become talkative

Wanna fight?
I'm probably the akwardest alcoholic talking
Walking like a midget with a ladder in his back pocket
So when you see me on your block stumbling, mumbling

A bunch of dumb shit like my drunk uncle does
I ain't buzzed, I'mm just high on life
So why on earth would I need drugs, when I can fly on kites?
Motherfuckers, Slim Shady

Dr Dre
I'm drunk pass the tec

'Cause if I get locked up tonite
Then I might not come home tonite
Keep it moving, off and on, Eminem is on
Off and on, Dr. Dre is on

'Cause if I get locked up tonite
Then I might not come home tonite
Keep it moving, off and on, Eminem is on
Off and on, Dr. Dre is on

The whole entire world can sit and twirl like a whirling tire
I set a fucking girl on fire with a curling iron
Psych I'm just joking, for christ sake, don't get so bent out of shape
'Cause I went out and raped six girl friends

Some people just don't get it, but I won't let it upset me
'Cause they don't know better
They don't know what the fuck its like to be so fed up
And fed so many uppers you're down and won't get up

My mind's got a mind of it's own, sometimes I can't find it at home
It hides in the stove, hello, where you at?
Shit, talk about your brain being baked
My shit's still in the oven on 480 degrees

Hailey Jade, daddy loves you baby
Don't ever tell me how to raise my daughter fuck you, lady
You critics wanna criticize but couldn?t visualize
Individuals lives through a criminal's eyes

The neighborhood that I grew up in you could die for nothing
And Dirty Dozen watches over me so try some dumb shit
I'll have a fucking man raped with a band-aid over his mouth
And shove his head in the fan blade

Don't ever tell me what I can and what I can't say
Or change 'cause of the age range in my fan base
Like I give a fuck who's buying this shit
Quit fucking buying it, I'm tired bitch, I'm dying to quit

Hip Hop is universal now, it's all commercial now
It's like a circle full of circus clowns up in the circuit now
But now the white kids like it, so they tell me I can buy it
But as soon as I get on the mic it's like the night get silent

Either that or booed, that?s why I keep an attitude
And go to sleep with it and wake up with it every afternoon
I'm sick of being judged, fuck it let me see a judge
I'll confess to every murder I committed since 3 years old

'Cause if I get locked up tonight
Then I might not come home tonight
Keep it moving, off and on, Eminem is on
Off and on, Dr. Dre is on

Fuck that, turn that shit off
Let's get the fuck out of here
You know how we do

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Human Being - Lyrics - The Spaghetti Incident? - Guns 'N Roses

Title: Human Being
Album: The Spaghetti Incident?
Artist: Guns 'N Roses
Composer(s): Johnny Thunders, David Johansen

Lyric:
1, 2, 3, 4
1, 2, 3, 4
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

Well if you don't like it go ahead find yourself a saint
Go ahead now try to find a boy who's gonna be what I ain't?
What you need is a plastic doll with a fresh coat of paint
Who's gonna sit through the madness?
And always act so quaint and may be oh yeah

Well a it's your new friend
You're really making a scene and I've seen you
Bouncing in around from machine to machine
But you know that they're never really, never really what they seem
And you can count on generate some warmth
Then you'll see just what I mean oh baby, baby, baby yeah

And if I'm acting like a king don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I want too many things don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I've got to dream don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And when it gets a bit obscene don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being

I don't gotta walk around with my head on down
Just like a human oh no a human being
I can hold my head so high
Just like a human a real proud human being

Won't you give me a little sip
Why won't you give me a drag of that cigarette
Why don't you try try to give me something that I'll never ever forget
But now could you blow it all on a million dollar bet
Because you're liable to lose it on a bet that you've had yet
Oh baby baby, oh yeah

And if I'm acting like a king don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I want too many things don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I've got to dream don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And when it gets a bit obscene don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being

I don't gotta walk around with my head on down
Just like a human oh no a human being
I can hold my head so high
Just like a human a real proud human being

It's like I'm talkin' 'bout the human race
You're tryin' to cover up a big disgrace
Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, come on

Well I may think that this whole scene is just a too appalling for me
Well, I may be the type your mad about funny little thing that I see
But I can colour that with history, and make it just what I want it to be
Well I'm blowin' my change on the fan magazines
With all the Hollywood refugees oh baby baby oh yeah

And if I'm acting like a king don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I want too many things don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I've got to dream don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And when it gets a bit obscene don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being

I don't gotta walk around with my head on down
Just like a human oh no a human being
I can hold my head so high
Just like a human a real proud human being

I'm a human being, I'm a human being
I'm a human being, I'm a human being
I'm a human being, I'm a human being
I'm a human being, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a
I'm a, I'm a human being

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Fuck Y'All - Lyrics - Grand Champ - Dmx

Title: Fuck Y'All
Album: Grand Champ
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Lou Courtney, Rondell Tuner, Earl Simmons

Lyric:
Ay yo fuck y'all niggaz
Man fuck you too
Ay yo fuck y'all niggaz
Man fuck you too

It's big dog baby, gettin' down like what
See I'm a thorough bread, I don't fuck with much
Bloodline is where the pups at
They off the Grand Champ, yeah what black

Don't nothin' move less, dog say so
Cats clueless about the way it go
Off the chain I got at least 3 kills
Even though my last album only did 3 mil

I still give 'em chill 'cause they feel dog
I can't help what it is, shit is real dog
You must have thought that it was a joke or somethin'
Now you done fucked around and got your man choked for frontin'

Now hold up playa 'cause I don't play those games
And don't ask me shit 'cause I don't say no names
See what I know I'm taking to the fuckin' grave
So keep knockin' 'cause you ain't gettin a fuckin' thing

Come on
Ay yo fuck y'all niggaz
Man fuck you too
Ay yo fuck y'all niggaz
Man fuck you too

Ay yo fuck y'all niggaz
Man fuck you too
Ay yo fuck y'all niggaz
Man fuck you too

Ay yo
Who we be was off the last joint
But now it's who we see and we forget the last joint
Cats ain't never walked like X
Even before coochie rapper talked like sex

I've been around since at least 83
So ain't no sense in you motherfuckers hatin' me
'Cause I'm gon' be here when you cats is gone
And other cats is on, another batch is born

Don't give a fuck about none of y'all
Fuck each and every one of y'all
'Cause I done done it all, been where ya at
Been where ya goin' then brought it back

I tried to tell ya bout it but you wouldn't listen
Now I'm gonna take you to the hood 'cause the hood will listen
I wish you woulda listened 'cause then you woulda known
That it's only right to give a dog a bone, bitch

Ay yo fuck y'all niggaz
Man fuck you too
Ay yo fuck y'all niggaz
Man fuck you too

Ay yo fuck y'all niggaz
Man fuck you too
Ay yo fuck y'all niggaz
Man fuck you too

Aw man
There are some things I can't stand
When a nigga holla wanna shake my left hand
When a nigga follow 'cause he actin' like my man
Nigga might as well swallow 'cause he actin' like a fan

And I got balls like you do
Man I got Paul to pull through you
Stan don't they know how we do
Into the streets with our hearts to the people

Gots to give a little to get somethin' back
And what you usually give see you ain't nothin' black
But when you don't give then it won't last
His shit will disappear like with a nigga that smoked fast

You'll get broke fast, that's the Lord's will
Hold up I think somebody's a the door, shhh chill
You sit right there, I'm gonna answer that
'Cause when I finish poppin' ain't nobody answerin' back

Ay yo fuck y'all niggaz
Man fuck you too
Ay yo fuck y'all niggaz
Man fuck you too

Ay yo fuck y'all niggaz
Man fuck you too
Ay yo fuck y'all niggaz
Man fuck you too

Ay yo fuck y'all niggaz
Man fuck you too
Ay yo fuck y'all niggaz
Man fuck you too

Ay yo fuck y'all niggaz
Man fuck you too
Ay yo fuck y'all niggaz
Man fuck you too

Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it

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F*** Y'All - Lyrics - Dmx

Title: F*** Y'All
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Lou Courtney, Rondell Tuner, Earl Simmons

Lyric:
Uh, uh, uh, uh

Aiyo, fuck y'all niggaz
(Man, fuck you too)
Aiyo, fuck y'all niggaz
(Man, fuck you too)

It's big dog, baby, gettin' down like what
See I'm a thoroughbred, I don't fuck wit much
Bloodline is where the pups at
They off the grand champ, yeah, what black?

Don't nothin' move less, dog say so
Cats clueless about the way it go
Off the chain I got at least 3 kills
Even though my last album only did 3 mil'

I still give 'em chill 'cuz they feel dog
I can't help what it is, shit, is real dog
You must have thought that, it was a joke or somethin'
Now you done fucked around and got your man choked for frontin'

Now, hold up playa 'cuz I don't play those games
And don't ask me shit 'cuz I don't say no names
See what, I know I'm taking to the fuckin' grave
So, keep knockin' 'cuz you ain't gettin a fuckin' thing, c'mon

Aiyo, fuck y'all niggaz
(Man, fuck you too)
Aiyo, fuck y'all niggaz
(Man, fuck you too)

Aiyo, fuck y'all niggaz
(Man, fuck you too)
Aiyo, fuck y'all niggaz
(Man, fuck you too)

Aiyo, who we be was off the last joint
But now it's who we see and we forget the last joint
Cats ain't never walked like X
Even before coochie rapper talked like sex

I've been around since at least '83
So, ain't no sense in you motherfuckers hatin' me
'Cuz I'm gon' be here when you cats is gone
And other cats is on, another batch is born

Don't give a fuck about none of y'all
Fuck each and every one of y'all
'Cuz I done it all, been where ya at
Been where ya goin' then brought it back

I tried to tell ya 'bout it but you wouldn't listen
Now I'm gonna take it to the hood 'cuz the hood will listen
I wish you woulda listened 'cuz then you woulda known
That it's only right to give a dog a bone, bitch

Aiyo, fuck y'all niggaz
(Man, fuck you too)
Aiyo, fuck y'all niggaz
(Man, fuck you too)

Aiyo, fuck y'all niggaz
(Man, fuck you too)
Aiyo, fuck y'all niggaz
(Man, fuck you too)

Aw man, there are some things I can't stand
When a nigga holla wanna shake my left hand
When a nigga follow 'cuz he actin' like my man
Nigga, might as well swallow 'cuz he actin' like a fan

And I got balls like you do
Man, I got Paul to pull through you
Stan, don't they know how we do?
In to the streets with our hearts to the people

Gots to give a little to get somethin' back
And what you usually give, see you ain't nothin' black
But when you don't give then it won't last
His shit will disappear like wit a nigga that smoked fast

You'll get broke fast, that's the Lord's will
Hold up I think somebody's at the door, chill
You sit right there, I'ma answer that
'Cuz when I finish poppin' ain't nobody answerin' back

Aiyo, fuck y'all niggaz
(Man, fuck you too)
Aiyo, fuck y'all niggaz
(Man, fuck you too)

Aiyo, fuck y'all niggaz
(Man, fuck you too)
Aiyo, fuck y'all niggaz
(Man, fuck you too)

Aiyo, fuck y'all niggaz
(Man, fuck you too)
Aiyo, fuck y'all niggaz
(Man, fuck you too)

Aiyo, fuck y'all niggaz
(Man, fuck you too)
Aiyo, fuck y'all niggaz
(Man, fuck you too)

Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck it, fuck it

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Love Story - Lyrics - Del The Funky Homosapien

Title: Love Story
Artist: Del The Funky Homosapien
Composer(s): Teren Delvon Jones, Daniel Nakamura

Lyric:
Yo, yo, yo, check this out, man
1 for you, 2 for me
3 for you, 15 for me
20 for you, now check it out

Yo, I just won 10 grand in the Galactic
Rhyme Federation Championship, so I'm lampin' a bit
I feel like returnin' to Earth and burnin' some herb
I'm sick of lookin' at the inside of space stations

Time for Deltron to take a vacation
My expertise in aviation got us to our destination
The East Bay, my livin' quarters is completely froze solid
I thaw it out with a heat ray

Now I'm chillin' in a sauna, pulsatin' jet streams
Peepin' out in virtual reality my wet dreams
Perusin' my 21st century classic comics
The fun is astronomic

I figured since I'm here I'll renew my galactic passport
So I'm not persecuted by no galactic assholes
Schemers on the ave with their holographic hat tricks
Usin' magnetism to pick-pocket citizens

Tourists walk around with memory apprehension glasses
They attempt to capture the past tense
Virtual junkies, burnt out and lost
War veterans still trapped in the Holocaust

Yes, I know all the answers
Livin' in my true love's arms

I'm sittin' on the porch readin' Cosmopolitan
Peepin' all these dumb hoes with enhanced collagen
I'm calling in sick today, big mistake
This resulted in a final pay check and pink slip to say

Replaced by my successor 'cause I missed my place
Knowin' that the Rhyme Federation will miss my face
Referred to as a big disgrace
Now I'm free-lance with more risk to take

Now a rhymin' merk, findin' certified androids
Hit a convention, signin' autographs for fan boys
They admire my enhanced stanzas
And how I dodge manhunts and security cameras

Avoided apprehension in sub-atomic dimensions
And even more impressive 'cause of what we livin'
A self contained environment, I suggest I'm just a minor threat
I see a thing of beauty fly as heck, standin' by her desk

Paid her my respects, I was too scared to try to step
So I deployed one of my androids with dialect
Synthesized with my voice perfectly replicated
Asked for her name, and was she married? "No, we're separated"

Booty, hey, baby, you're lookin', you're lookin' real fine
Your behind, you got 3 booty cheeks
That's kind of unique for, for a [Incomprehensible]
What say me and you hit the hot spot over at your house?

I got a few sandwiches [Incomprehensible] would be eaten
Yo, it's cool though, you got, you got one eye
[Incomprehensible] trippin' though

Listen you, me and you, we gon' places, baby
We gon' far, go all the way to Mars, Venus
We'll go to Venus if you want to
Venus, Paris 'coz I got, haha

Yes I know all the answers
Livin' in my true love's arms
Yes, I know all the answers
Livin' in my true love's arms

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Three Mc'S And One Dj - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: Three Mc'S And One Dj
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Adam Keefe Horovitz, Wendell T Fite, Michael Anthony Schwartz, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Michael Louis Diamond

Lyric:
'Cos nobody can do it like Mix Master can, come on now
I've got the D double O, D double O style
Here we go again 'cos it's been awhile
Do me a favor don't touch that dial
I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile

My name's Mike D and I'm the ladies choice
I want to get next to you like Rose Royce
Y'all gather round to hear my golden voice
''Cos when it's time to rhyme you know I get noice

Cruisin' like a fan boat on the glade
He'll tweak ass, your ass across the cross fade
So watch your back when he takes the stage
Or he'll send you off on a naked rampage

3 MC's and one DJ
And we be gettin' down with no delay
Mix Master Mike what cha got to say?

Sweet and sour like a tangerine
Fresh like a box of Krispy Kremes
Kenny Rogers' Gambler is my gamblin' theme
Mix Master Mike with the scratch routine

Always updated and in the know
You know we break it down goin' toe to toe
The bass is boomin' from down below
And Norton is chillin' with Mario

And well, my name is Adrock, I'm a Scorpio
Don't ask me 'cos I just don't know
I'm known to mop and I'm known to glow
But don't get mad when we got to go

We just Three MC's and one DJ
And we be gettin' down with no delay
Mix Master Mike what cha got to say?

Mix Master, cut faster
Mix Master cut, cut, cut faster

This is all top secret and classified
I grab a hold of a mic and let the words glide
It's all hypnotic and sanctified
So I never wanna let a bad day slip by

We be gettin' stupid in your area
We 'cosin' all kinds of hysteria
My beats is sick like malaria
But don't worry I'll take care of ya

Just me and Adam, Adam and Mario C
In the studio it's the place to be
To all beings everywhere be happy and free
With Mix Master Mike we're makin' history

We are just Three MC's and one DJ
And we be gettin' down with no delay
So Mix Master Mike what cha got to say?

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Break 'Em Off - Lyrics - Get Money, Stay True - Paul Wall

Title: Break 'Em Off
Album: Get Money, Stay True
Artist: Paul Wall
Composer(s): Phil Baxter

Lyric:
I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

Now I gotta work my wood grain wheel
Poppin? trunks, poppin? grills, still poppin? seals
High up in the hill with my mind on mill
Piece of chain swingin?, bank roll, shiny grill

Baby, I got million dollar dreams with my mind on cream
I?m in that mean green machine, clean on 19s
Flat screens in the headrest, swingin? like a swing set
Brandy wine, paint wet, comin? down, that's a fact

I?m in the 'Lac, chasin? broads like a lesbian
Full of that kush flower, I?m breakin' off pedestrians
Higher than the street light, floatin? like a parachute
Buzzin? like a bumblebee, mustard green Bentley Coupe

Young gangsta, mac game, sharper than a thumbtack
Breakin? ?em off, makin? all the boppers attract
Then they watch me, I?m rocked up
Fully loaded and slabbin?, tryin? to hit it and quit it
And walk off like Big Poppi, break ?em off

Break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

Ay, ay, I pull up like this, untouchable white wrist
I?m hotter than warm piss, berry, grape, Sunkist
The truck, gold mist, five 50, slow, buddy
Bentley Continental with the mink floors, dummy

Paul Wall money, that?s expensive taste
And ?em frilly ass fools, we send ?em to my space
I?ma break ?em off until the backbone broken
Stainless steel, drop Phantom, leave the top open

Shit done hit the fan, better cover your nose
And the kush done start burnin?, better cover your clothes
Concrete crumblin?, glass shootin' lazers
Crawlin? and cuttin? up on 24 razors

I?ma show ?em how to make the slab look phenomenal
Chasin? paper in the mornin?, call me Houston Chronicle
Hold on, then you buckle up the seat belt
Swisha House, Young Don, capital TF

I'ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

Oh really, I'm higher than the satellite, crawlin? like a baby
Maneuverin? through the traffic like I?m Tracy McGrady
Still choppin? on ?em buttons, I?m struttin? and lookin? fresh
Switch hittin? like Bergman, this is ballin? at its best

In that minute, may drop it with retractable roof
Finer than wood, wavin? the hood, student loans on the two
The fifth wheel on the ground and the trunk in the air
Paul Wall, baby, I?m the definition of playa

My skills is so ill when workin? that wood wheel
Tippin? 4s like a waiter, beware of the overseer
Wide screen mind frame, panoramic pimpin?
I?m sippin? on that Osama, baby, leanin? like I?m limpin'

In that 2 seater feeder, it?s me and a senorita
3 ounces up in the liter and it?s ten up in the heater
Mackin? a mamacita, runnin? game like a cheetah
I?m knockin? ?em out the park, similar to Derek Jeter

Break ?em off, break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

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I Got This - Lyrics - Ali

Title: I Got This
Artist: Ali
Composer(s): Ali Kenyatta Jones, Waiel Yaghnam

Lyric:
I said bring me along, bring me along
Bring me along, Ali is comin', woah hang
Bring me along, bring me along
bring me along, Ali is comin', woah hang

How many mill must we sell before they respect the L
And realize it ain't for us, it's all for Lavell
Pass that so I can educate the uneducated
And stress the fact it's self braided, we finally made it

Went from buyin' pound from Mr. Down Down Baby
Playin' it cool, fan duckin' click, crack, crazy
Gettin' the crack daily, pay me, my tree in life
Was precise to a swisher in the light

Boy get it right before I go left, baseline pay off the ref
Technical fire, you were fuckin' Chillida to death
It's from the studio then right to the block, I writer's block
'Cuz everything I right for the block is right from the block

Pokemon riffle in glock, bumble be socked
Orange juice in my pocket, in case I swallow my rocks
I did my hustle y'all, we a bad motherfucker y'all
'Tic nigga respect that, where the boys at?

Dirty I got this round and round and round
Dirty drop that beat go around and watch this beat go
Round and round and round, dirty let that beat go

Dirty I got this round and round and round
Dirty let that beat go around and watch this beat go
Round and round and round, dirty let that beat go

Now when it comes to rappin' and going platinum, our have
To get it like Osama Bin Laden walkin' the streets of Manhattan
Give me them sheets to say patented and you bitin' these Tims
And fat laces, it won't happen, I'll let you slide with the jersey backwards

I back words, rap verb and if I had more time
I'd show you how to turn that half to a bird
Lead the new, leave the Hannibal hectic off the meter
And you non believers, you're wrong for that like Cita

The black Einstein ruled the war, never a kind line
Catch up like Heinz 'cuz he owns a rhyme
I'm real listed, on the real list I'm listed
Really listen 'cuz this is for those that really listen

Really listenin' for competition, MC's is mixin' like it's
The Source Awards, should knight go in the door
Big 8 for the track rap, javelin, hurdle hops
I write in hotels before shows, trailers and tow toppers

Dirty I got this round and round and round
Dirty drop that beat go around and watch this beat go
Round and round and round, dirty let that beat go

Dirty I got this round and round and round
Dirty let that beat go around and watch this beat go
Round and round and round, dirty let that beat go

I'm still at it, I'll give it to an addict, had it
Still got it, yours need fluffin' this manic
I rhyme graphic, heavily tattered, shots to ram bank
He'll back small 6-9 erratic

In an automatic pumpin' jigga 22-2
Sittin' on 22's but the spiral 22-2
Shot with the Rubes in the desert and that 22-2
This is 139, almost 22-2

Got home the Rams was up 22-2
Interception about Halloway, he wear 22
Minnie on my phone like, "Hook me up with Nelly
Ali, please dawg, I'm 22-2"

I like them classy, 23's with they back out
Classic ESPN say 23 back out
When over, I guess I bring them 23's back out
And that 22-2 with 3 in it's so pimped out

Dirty I got this round and round and round
Dirty drop that beat go around and watch this beat go
Round and round and round, dirty let that beat go

Dirty I got this round and round and round
Dirty let that beat go around and watch this beat go
Round and round and round, dirty let that beat go

Dirty drop that beat, go round and watch this beat go
Dirty let that beat go, dirty drop the beat
Go round and watch this beat go, dirty let the beat go

I said bring me along, bring me along
Bring me along, Ali is comin', woah hang
Bring me along, bring me along
Bring me along, Ali is comin', woah hang

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