Fix (Remix) - Lyrics - Blackstreet

Title: Fix (Remix)
Artist: Blackstreet
Composer(s): Sylvia Robinson, Edward Fletcher, Melvin Glover, C Hannibal, T Riley, Clifton Chase, M Riley

Lyric:
Clap, clap, clap, clap
If you need a fix, yeah
If you need a fix, baby, I got it

And you say Blackstreet, and you say
Clap your hands, just clap your hands
Just clap your hands, just clap

Oh, sugar girl, you sexy thing
I like the way you swing
I always wanna be your lover
I always wanna be your lover

You can call me
If you need a fix or two
Girl, you know how we do
I got to get with you

You can get me on the phone
Dial my number, I'll be waiting
When I see you, we'll be anticipating
All I want to do is drive you crazy, girl
If we can flow, baby, let's go see me tonight

If you need a fix
Let me be the one you can call on
If you wanna fix
I can give you what you need
If you need a fix
Baby, you know I can give you
More and more, on and on

You don't have to worry
I'll be there for you
It's time for you to be my girl
It's time for you to be my girl

We've been knowing each other
For some time, girl
And I don't know
What I'd do without you

If you need a fix
I need a fix, you need a fix, girl
If you want a fix
I can give you what you need
If you need a fix
Baby, you know I can give you
More and more, on and on

Teddy, play, yeah
I can give it to you, baby
Get down, get down
Get down, baby
I can give it to you, baby
I can give it to you
Get down, down, down
Take it to the priest

If you need a fix
I can give it to you
If you need a fix
I can give it to you

I can be your candy man
I can be your candy man
I can be your candy man
I can be

If you need a fix
Let me be the one you can call on
If you wanna fix
I wanna be your candy man
If you need a fix
Baby, you know I can give you
More and more, on and on

If you need a fix
Let me be the one you call on
If you wanna fix
I wanna be the one you need
If you need a fix
We can do it all night long, girl
More and more, on and on

And you say Blackstreet
Clap your hands, just clap your hands, just
And you say Blackstreet
Clap, clap, clap your hands, just clap your hands, just

And you say Blackstreet
Clap your hands, just clap your hands, just
And you say Blackstreet
Clap, clap, clap your hands, just clap your hands, just
And you say Blackstreet

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Call Me (Fix Remix) - Lyrics - Blackstreet

Title: Call Me (Fix Remix)
Artist: Blackstreet
Composer(s): Clifton Nathaniel Chase, Edward G. Fletcher, Randy Muller, Lee Drakeford, S Carter, Sylvia Robinson, L Parker, Melvin Glover, Tom Jefferson, Teddy Riley, Chauncey Andrae Hannibal, Markell Demont Riley

Lyric:
Blackstreet, JJ
Come on
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, what what

What's up girlfriend?
What's up boyfriend?
Yo meet my girlfriend
Meet my boyfriend
This is my girlfriend
This is my boyfriend
So what's up girlfriend?
So what's up boyfriend?
Yeah you know, uh huh, what's up?

I can't get her off my back
Give her a little love she don't know how to act
She be gettin' mad 'cause I don't want her back
I didn't know honey gets down like that
Now girl I gotta watch us pack
This female is a fatal attract
Maybe 'cause she got zipper to jack
She didn't know I puts it down like that
That's why

Girlfriend on the phone
Call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone
Played me once, won't leave me alone

She keep paging me, calling me, stalking me, hawkin' me
Followin' me, telling me that she lovin' me
But my girlfriend said, just handle it
I can't handle it
Just handle it
I can't handle it
Just handle it
I can't handle it
Uh, pick it up JJ one time

I can't get him out of my hair
Had the boy playin' truth or dare
Callin' my phone this is where I be
Boy said, sweetie you're my main squeeze
It's 2am and he's back again
Arms on my waist, all in my way
Boy there must be more spice than this

Boyfriend on the phone
Call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause he ready to bone
Played me once, won't leave me alone

He keep paging me, calling me, stalking me, hawkin' me
Followin' me, telling me that he's lovin' me
But my baby said, just handle it
I can't handle it
Just handle it
I can't handle it
Just handle it
I can't handle it
Just handle it
I can't handle it

Yeah, turn the lights off, it's about to get plenty dark
You wasn't smart, you started fuckin' Ja with your heart
If I ripped it apart don't hate me, thank me baby
If my world was yours it would drive you crazy
'Cause I love what I do, like fuckin' you hoes and soon
Talk to your tears until you feel there's something to prove
And with nothing to lose I can see you being a tease
You fuckin' with me, just know we fuckin' for free

Yeah I know that you was lost, first bite had you tossed
E-V-E, caramel skin bitch cost
And before you stroke the kitty nigga better break off
Nigga wanna fuckin' run, better shake off
Show me something, diamonds and the furs ain't nothin'
Impress me, bless me with a Hummer, think I'm frontin'?
Big cat with the big gat ready to fuck
One nutt you done screamin' "damn baby I'm stuck!"

Why in the world would you continue to run my way?
Got hit once, found out that I don't play
What the deal mami?
Who pushed you through the irony of Fuckin'
And suckin' me, splitin' the coke with me

Yeah you used to have me flippin'
All your ex-hoes had me bitchin'
Daddy, I never front, your dick game keep me twitchin'
(No doubt) How can you deny this freak?
Shhh no need to speak, just meet me on Blackstreet

Girlfriend on the phone
Call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone
Played me once, won't leave me alone

Boyfriend on the phone
Call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause he ready to bone
Played me once, won't leave me alone

Girlfriend on the phone
Call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone
Played me once, won't leave me alone

Boyfriend on the phone
Call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause he ready to bone
Played me once, won't leave me alone

She/he keep paging me, calling me, stalking me, hawkin' me
Followin' me, telling me that s/he lovin' me
But my baby/girlfriend said, just handle it
I can't handle it
Just handle it
I can't handle it
Just handle it
I can't handle it
Just handle it
I can't handle it

We out

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Unpretty (Remix) - Lyrics - Tlc

Title: Unpretty (Remix)
Artist: Tlc
Composer(s): Dallas Austin, Tionne Watkins

Lyric:
I wish I could tie you up in my shoes make you feel unpretty too
I was told I was beautiful but what does that mean to you?
Look into the mirror who's inside there the one with the long hair
Same old me again today, yeah

My outsides look cool, my insides are blue
Every time I think I'm through it's because of you
I've tried different ways but it's all the same
At the end of the day I have myself to blame
I'm just trippin'

You can buy your hair if it won't grow
You can fix your nose if you say so
You can buy all the make up that M.A.C. can make
But if you can look inside you, find out who am I too
Be in a position to make me feel so damn unpretty
Yeah, I'll make you feel unpretty too

Never insecure until I met you, now I'm bein' stupid
I used to be so cute to me, just a little bit skinny
Why do I look to all these things? To keep you happy
Maybe get rid of you and then I'll get back to me, hey

My outsides look cool, my insides are blue
Every time I think I'm through it's because of you
I've tried different ways but it's all the same
At the end of the day I have myself to blame
People trippin'

You can buy your hair if it won't grow
You can fix your nose if you say so
You can buy all the make up that M.A.C. can make
But if you can look inside you, find out who am I too
Be in a position to make me feel so damn unpretty

You can buy your hair if it won't grow
You can fix your nose if you say so
You can buy all the make up that M.A.C. can make
But if you can look inside you, find out who am I too
Be in a position to make me feel so damn unpretty
I'll make you feel unpretty too
I'll make you feel unpretty

You can buy your hair if it won't grow
You can fix your nose if you say so
You can buy all the make up that M.A.C. can make
But if you can look inside you find out who am I too
Be in a position to make me feel so damn unpretty

You can buy your hair if it won't grow
You can buy all the make up that M.A.C. can make
But if you can look inside you
Be in a position to make me feel so

You can buy your hair if it won't grow

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Dude Remix - Lyrics - Beenie Man

Title: Dude Remix
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Dave Kelly

Lyric:
You want a proper fix, call me
You want to get your kicks, call me
You want your G's fixed, call me
Mi have the remix, call me

From di odda day
It's like a play some boy a play
Mi hear di girls callin' mi, hear di girls bawlin' mi
Hear di girls cryin' out
She seh Beenie

I want a dude with the wickedest slam
I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will tie me to the fan
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

I want a dude with the wickedest slam
I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will do me in the van
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

Gal, if yuh love holla at mi one time
(Hey)
Holla at mi if yuh waan di wickedest wine
I know It's been awhile but baby neva mind
'Cause tonight tonight mi a gi yuh di whole nine
(Hey)

Yo, satisfaction a every girl dream
Mi love fi put it on when dem wiggle and scream
(Hey)
Well, mi get a call from sexy Maxine
She left a message pon mi answering machine she seh Beenie

I want a dude with the wickedest slam
I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will tie me to the fan
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

I want a dude with the wickedest slam
I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will do me in the van
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

She wan a man fi put har inna trance
A man who know fi tun har round and mek she belly dance
Rude boy lovin' wid a little romance
She waan to get wild but she neva had a chance

When, she seh she neva had it so deep
So right now I'm di man she definitely wanna keep
Har ex boyfriend use to come and drop asleep
Dat's why when mi pager start beep she seh Beenie

I want a dude with the wickedest slam
I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will tie me to the fan
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

I want a dude with the wickedest slam
I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will do me in the van
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

You know I'm use to sippin' that Grey Goose
And pushin' the gray coupe I'm fever like trey deuce
Huh, he wanna see me in Prada
But I be stickin' to my wife-beaters and pretty panties under my dickies

Now I need a dude with a wickedest legs
And a, we can do this and a, we can do that
Then grind your body down to the floor
When I, I make it hurt till he don't want me no more

Okay, when ya wanna ride with a runner call me
When ya wanna slide in the hummer all day
I'll be in your life be your lover always
Tellin' you no lie we together you'll see

Murda, workin' that body body
Got to hurt a, jerkin' that body body
Shawna from D.T.P. on the remix
Wine to the beat can't stop I say Beenie what's up?

I want a dude with the wickedest slam
I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will tie me to the fan
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

I want a dude with the wickedest slam
I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will do me in the van
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

You heard what she preferred
She waan a man weh mek she fly like a bird
She waan a real man she don't waan nuh nerd
She waan yuh gi har it good mark mi word

I'm not a perv but mi mek she serve
She waan di rockula well until it curve
Har ex boyfriend ain't got di nerve
Have har a wait and she nah get served, so she seh Beenie

I want a dude with the wickedest slam
I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will tie me to the fan
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

I want a dude with the wickedest slam
I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will do me in the van
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

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Rock Star (Remix) - Lyrics - Hannah Montana 2: Non-Stop Dance Party - Hannah Montana

Title: Rock Star (Remix)
Album: Hannah Montana 2: Non-Stop Dance Party
Artist: Hannah Montana
Composer(s): Jeannie Lurie, Chen Neeman, Aristedis Archontis

Lyric:
Yeah, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, yeah

Sometimes I walk a little faster
In the school hallway just to get next to you
Some days I spend a little extra time
In the morning just to impress you

Guess you don't notice, guess you don't need this
Sad, you're not seeing what you're missing
On the outside shying away
On the inside dying to say

I'm unusual, not so typical
Way too smart to be waiting around
Tai Chi practices, snowboard champion
I can fix the flat on your car

I might even be a rock star
I might even be a rock star

Sometimes I wish when the phone rings
That it would be you saying, "Let's hang out"
Then you confess that there's something special
In between us, why don't we find out

You don't know me, guess you don't need me
Why you're not seein' what you're missin'
On the outside shyin' away
On the inside dying to say

I'm unusual, not so typical
Way too smart to be waiting around
Tai Chi practices, snowboard champion
I can fix the flat on your car

I might even be a rock star
If you only knew the real me
I might even be a rock star
I'm telling you that we are meant to be

Now wouldn't it be nice if you could see
That I really am a rock star
Yeah yeah, woo
Yeah I really am a rock star

Ha, a rock star

I'm unusual, not so typical
Way too smart to be waiting around
Tai Chi practices, snowboard champion
I can fix the flat on your car

Rockin' it wherever we are, yeah yeah
'Cause I really am a rock star
'Cause I really am a rock star
I am a rock star, whoa, yeah!

Goodnight everybody!

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Valerie (Baby J. Remix) - Lyrics - Mark Ronson

Title: Valerie (Baby J. Remix)
Artist: Mark Ronson
Composer(s): Boyan Chowdhury, David Alan Mccabe, Abigail Harding, Sean Francis Caleb Payne, Russell Thomas Pritchard

Lyric:
Well, sometimes I go out by myself
And I look across the water
And I think of all the things, what you're doing
And in my head I paint a picture

'Cause since I've come on home
Well, my body's been a mess
And I've missed your ginger hair
And the way you like to dress

Won't you come on over
Stop makin? a fool out of me
Why don't you come on over Valerie?
Valerie, Valerie, Valerie

Did you have to go to jail
Put your house on up for sale
Did you get a good lawyer?

Hope you didn't catch a tan
Hope you find the right man
Who'll fix it for you

Are you shopping anywhere
Changed the color of your hair
Are you busy?

And did you have to pay that fine
You was dodging all the time
Are you still busy?

Since I've come on home
Well, my body's been a mess
And I've missed your ginger hair
And the way you like to dress

Won't you come on over
Stop makin? a fool out of me
Why don't you come on over Valerie?
Valerie, Valerie, Valerie

Well, sometimes I go out by myself
And I look across the water
And I think of all the things, what you're doing
And in my head I paint a picture

?Cause since I've come on home
Well, my body's been a mess
And I've missed your ginger hair
And the way you like to dress

Won't you come on over
Stop makin? a fool out of me
Why don't you come on over Valerie?
Valerie, Valerie, Valerie

Valerie, Valerie, Valerie, Valerie
Why don't you come on over Valerie?

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The Fragile (Keith Hillebrandt Remix) - Lyrics - Nine Inch Nails

Title: The Fragile (Keith Hillebrandt Remix)
Artist: Nine Inch Nails
Composer(s): Trent Reznor

Lyric:
She shines
In a world full of ugliness
She matters
When everything is meaningless

Fragile, she doesn't see her beauty
She tries to get away
Sometimes it's just that nothing seems worth saving
I can't watch her slip away

I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart

She reads the minds of all the people
As they pass her by
Hoping someone can see
If I could fix myself I'd, but it's too late for me

I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart

We'll find the perfect place to go
where we can run and hide
I'll build a wall and we can keep them
On the other side
But they keep waiting and picking
And picking and picking and picking
And picking and picking and picking

It's something I have to do
(I won't let you fall apart)
I was there, too
( I won't let you fall apart)
Before everything else
(I won't let you fall apart)
I was like you
(I won't let you fall apart)

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Can'T Tell Me Nothing (Remix) - Lyrics - Kanye West

Title: Can'T Tell Me Nothing (Remix)
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Jay Jenkins, Clifford Joseph Harris, Aldrin Davis, Kanye West

Lyric:
La la la la
Wait 'til I get my money right

I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven
When I awoke I spent that on a necklace
I told God I'd be back in a second
Man, it's so hard not to act reckless

To whom much is given much is tested
Get arrested guess until he get the message
I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny
And what I do? Act more stupidly

Bought more jewelry, more Louis V
My momma couldn't get through to me
The drama, people suing me
I'm on TV talkin' like it's just you and me

I'm just saying how I feel, man
I ain't one of the Cosby's, I ain't go to Hill, man
I guess the money should have changed him
I guess I should have forgot where I came from

La la la la
Wait 'til I get my money right
La la la la
Then you can't tell me nothing, right?

Excuse me? Was you saying something?
Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing
You can't tell me nothing
Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing

Let up the suicide doors
This is my life homey, you decide yours
I know that Jesus died for us
But I couldn't tell you who the side was

So I parallel double park that mother*** sideways
Old folks talking 'bout back in my day
But homey this is my day, class started two hours ago
Oh, am I late?

No, I already graduated
And you can live through anything if Magic made it
They say I talk with so much emphasis
Ooh, they so sensitive

Don't ever fix your lips like collagen
And then say something where you gonna end up apologin'
Let me know if it's a problem man
Aight man, holla then

La la la la
Wait 'til I get my money right
La la la la
Then you can't tell me nothing, right?

Excuse me? Was you saying something?
Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing
You can't tell me nothing
Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing

Let the champagne splash
Let that man get cash
Let that man get passed
He don't even stop to get gas

If he can move through the rumors
He can drive off of fumes 'cause
How he move in a room full of no's?
How he stay faithful in a room full of ***?

Must be the Pharaohs, he in tune with his soul
So when he buried in a tomb full of gold
Treasure, what's your pleasure?
Life is a, uh, dependin' how you dress her

So if the Devil wear Prada, Adam, Eve wear Nada
I'm in between but way more fresher
With way less effort
'Cause when you try hard is when you die hard
Y'all homies lookin' like, why God?
When they reminisce over you, my God

La la la la
Wait 'til I get my money right
La la la la
Then you can't tell me nothing, right?

Excuse me? Was you saying something?
Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing
You can't tell me nothing
Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing

La la la la
Wait 'til I get my money right
La la la la
Then you can't tell me nothing, right?

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Yo - So Sick (Remix) - Lyrics - Ne

Title: Yo - So Sick (Remix)
Artist: Ne
Composer(s): Shaffer Smith, Mikkel Eriksen, Tor Erik Hermansen

Lyric:
Mmm mmm, yeah
Doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo
Oh yeah

Gotta change my answering machine
Now that I'm alone
'Cuz right now it says that we
Can't come to the phone

And I know it makes no sense
'Cuz you walked out the door
But it's the only way I hear your voice anymore

(It's ridiculous)
It's been months
And for some reason I just
(Can't get over us)
And I'm stronger than this, yeah

(Enough is enough)
No more walkin' round
With my head down
(Yeah)
I'm so over being blue
Cryin' over you

And I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing
You were still here

Said I'm so sick of love songs
So sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?

Gotta fix that calendar I have
That's marked July 15th
Because since there's no more you
There's no more anniversary

I'm so fed up with my thoughts of you
And your memory
And how every song reminds me
Of what used to be

That's the reason I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing
You were still here

Said I'm so sick of love songs
So sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?

(Leave me alone)
Leave me alone
(Stupid love songs)
Don't make me think about her smile
Or having my first child
I'm letting go
Turning off the radio

'Cuz I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing
She was still here

Said I'm so sick of love songs
So sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?
(Why can't I turn off the radio?)

Said I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing
She was still here

Said I'm so sick of love songs
So sad and slow
Why can't I turn off the radio?
(Why can't I turn off the radio?)

And I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishin'
You were still here

Said I'm so sick of love songs
So sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?
(Why can't I turn off the radio?)
Why can't I turn off the radio?

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They Ain'T Je (Remix) - Lyrics - Hard - Jagged Edge

Title: They Ain'T Je (Remix)
Album: Hard
Artist: Jagged Edge
Composer(s): Brian Casey, Phalon Alexander, Brandon Casey

Lyric:
J fizzle
Fizzle
Jagged boys
Yeah
Know what I mean?

Don't get mad, your girl closed me, uhh
J E some P I M P, uhh
They cool but they ain't J E, uhh
They cool but they ain't J E, they ain't J E

I got a problem with this girl and I need some help
She said she need a man like me to keep herself
But I know she got a man though she say, "She don't"
Come on girl, keep it real, we all grown folks
She said the truth for real is this
That I didn't quit him but he ain't quit me, no
Hope he ain't looking for no beef
So tell him you want me, hey he gotta leave, yeah yeah yeah

Don't get mad, your girl closed me, uhh
J E some P I M P, uhh
They cool but they ain't J E, uhh
They cool but they ain't J E, they ain't J E

And I got love for my folks
And from Decatur to Dacanicville, Calli Park, it's just so real
I just had to let you know that if you deal with me
Got nothing to do with R and B
All them songs that I wrote
Ain't got no time to play round with clowns
I've been known to put it down
Don't play with me, your girl chose me

Don't get mad, your girl closed me, uhh
J E some P I M P, uhh
They cool but they ain't J E, uhh
They cool but they ain't J E, they ain't J E

So fix your face
Stay in your place
I got folks in here
They ain't replacing
Don't be mistaken
We down like a basement
We've been here for years
This just a taste test
And you can be mad at me
'Cuz I'm so, so fine
And your girl chose me
It even happened once to me
Sometimes you gotta move on

Don't get mad, your girl closed me, uhh
J E some P I M P, uhh
They cool but they ain't J E, uhh
They cool but they ain't J E, they ain't J E

Yeah yeah yeah
Come on, come on, come on, what's up with it, girl
Yeah yeah yeah
Come on, come on, come on, what's up with it, girl
Yeah yeah yeah
Come on, come on, come on, what's up with it, girl
...

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Shawty Is A Ten (Remix) - Lyrics - The Dream

Title: Shawty Is A Ten (Remix)
Artist: The Dream
Composer(s): Carlos Mckinney, Terius Nash

Lyric:
Shawty, rock to the beat for your boy
Shawty, do it
Rock to the beat for your boy
Radio killa, killa, killa

Shawty fine, shawty tight
Should?ve stayed there all night with you, with you
I missed ya picture
Now it?s time I get back up with you, girl, with you

Oh yeah, we used to kick it up at the park
But now she's all grown up
Rockin? them stilettos
Jumpin? up out of that Mercedes truck

It was Kisha, it was Sonya
It was Tonya, it was Monique
It was Niece, it was Kiki
Now to see you at 23 all I can say is

Ooo, ooo
Man, I don't need no hook for this hit
Ooo, ooo
?Cause shawty right there is a ten, eh, a ten, eh
Shawty you a ten, eh, a ten, eh
Shawty you a ten, eh, a ten, eh
Shawty you a ten, eh, a ten, oh yeah, eh

Dior jeans, a walk so mean
Burberry fragrance on my shirt from when she hugged me
Hard as a rock when she touched me
Thinkin? now 'cause she would've loved me

What it is, what it ain't, tell me what to do
I know I?m late but destiny brought me back to you
Time went by, turned you into a butterfly
I?m here to say hello, tell your ***** goodbye

It was Kisha, it was Sonya
It was Tonya, it was Monique
It was Niece, it was Kiki
Now that I see you at 23 all I can say is

Ooo, ooo
Man, I don't need no hook for this hit
Ooo, ooo
?Cause shawty right there is a ten, eh, a ten, eh
Shawty you a ten, eh, a ten, eh
Shawty you a ten, eh, a ten, eh
Shawty you a ten, eh, a ten, oh yeah, eh

If she fine, if shawty a dime
You should tip her, you should tip her
If she you girl and you love her
You should tip her, you should tip her

If she fix you eggs and grits in the morning
Man, you should tip her, you should tip her
Pancakes with the bacon on the side
You should tip me, you should tip me

Shawty, rock to the beat for your boy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rock to the beat for your boy
Now that I see you at 23 all I can say is

Ooo, ooo
Man, I don't need no hook for this hit
Ooo, ooo
?Cause shawty right there is a ten, eh, a ten, eh
Shawty you a ten, eh, a ten, eh
Shawty you a ten, eh, a ten, eh
Shawty you a ten, eh, a ten, oh yeah, eh

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Shawty Is A Ten (Remix) - Lyrics - Dreams

Title: Shawty Is A Ten (Remix)
Artist: Dreams
Composer(s): Carlos Mckinney, Terius Nash

Lyric:
Shawty, rock to the beat for your boy
Shawty, do it
Rock to the beat for your boy
Radio killa, killa, killa

Shawty fine, shawty tight
Should?ve stayed there all night with you, with you
I missed ya picture
Now it?s time I get back up with you, girl, with you

Oh yeah, we used to kick it up at the park
But now she's all grown up
Rockin? them stilettos
Jumpin? up out of that Mercedes truck

It was Kisha, it was Sonya
It was Tonya, it was Monique
It was Niece, it was Kiki
Now to see you at 23 all I can say is

Ooo, ooo
Man, I don't need no hook for this hit
Ooo, ooo
?Cause shawty right there is a ten, eh, a ten, eh
Shawty you a ten, eh, a ten, eh
Shawty you a ten, eh, a ten, eh
Shawty you a ten, eh, a ten, oh yeah, eh

Dior jeans, a walk so mean
Burberry fragrance on my shirt from when she hugged me
Hard as a rock when she touched me
Thinkin? now 'cause she would've loved me

What it is, what it ain't, tell me what to do
I know I?m late but destiny brought me back to you
Time went by, turned you into a butterfly
I?m here to say hello, tell your ***** goodbye

It was Kisha, it was Sonya
It was Tonya, it was Monique
It was Niece, it was Kiki
Now that I see you at 23 all I can say is

Ooo, ooo
Man, I don't need no hook for this hit
Ooo, ooo
?Cause shawty right there is a ten, eh, a ten, eh
Shawty you a ten, eh, a ten, eh
Shawty you a ten, eh, a ten, eh
Shawty you a ten, eh, a ten, oh yeah, eh

If she fine, if shawty a dime
You should tip her, you should tip her
If she you girl and you love her
You should tip her, you should tip her

If she fix you eggs and grits in the morning
Man, you should tip her, you should tip her
Pancakes with the bacon on the side
You should tip me, you should tip me

Shawty, rock to the beat for your boy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rock to the beat for your boy
Now that I see you at 23 all I can say is

Ooo, ooo
Man, I don't need no hook for this hit
Ooo, ooo
?Cause shawty right there is a ten, eh, a ten, eh
Shawty you a ten, eh, a ten, eh
Shawty you a ten, eh, a ten, eh
Shawty you a ten, eh, a ten, oh yeah, eh

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Nobody'S Perfect (Remix) - Lyrics - Hannah Montana 2: Non-Stop Dance Party - Hannah Montana

Title: Nobody'S Perfect (Remix)
Album: Hannah Montana 2: Non-Stop Dance Party
Artist: Hannah Montana
Composer(s): Matthew Gerrard, Robbie Nevil

Lyric:
Everybody makes mistakes
Everybody has those days
1, 2, 3, 4!

Everybody makes mistakes
Everybody has those days
Everybody knows what, what? I'm talkin? 'bout
Everybody gets that way

Everybody makes mistakes
Everybody has those days
Everybody knows what, what I'm talkin? 'bout
Everybody gets that way, yeah!

Sometimes I'm in a jam
I?ve gotta make a plan
It might be crazy
I do it anyway

No way to know for sure
I figure out a cure
I'm patchin? up the holes
But then it overflows

If I'm not doin' too well
Why be so hard on myself?

Nobody's perfect
I gotta work it
Again and again
'Til I get it right

Nobody's perfect
You live and you learn it
And if I mess it up sometimes
Nobody's perfect

Sometimes I work a scheme
But then it flips on me
Doesn't turn out how I planned
Gets stuck in quicksand

But no problem can't be solved
Once I get involved
I try to be delicate
Then crash right into it

But my intentions are good, yeah yeah yeah
Sometimes just misunderstood

Nobody's perfect
I gotta work it
Again and again
'Til I get it right

Nobody's perfect
You live and you learn it
And if I mess it up sometimes

Nobody's perfect
I gotta work it
I know in time I'll find a way
Nobody's perfect

Sometimes I fix things up
And they fall apart again
Nobody's perfect
I know I mix things up
But I always get it right in the end
You know I do

Next time you feel like
It's just one of those days
When you just can't seem to win
If things don't turn out the way you planned
Figure something else out
Don't stay down, try again, yeah!

Everybody makes mistakes
Everybody has those days
Everybody knows what, what? I'm talkin? 'bout
Everybody gets that way

Everybody makes mistakes
Everybody has those days
Everybody knows what, what I'm talkin? 'bout
Everybody gets that way

Nobody's perfect
I gotta work it
Again and again
'Til I get it right

Nobody's perfect
You live and you learn it
And if I mess it up sometimes

Nobody's perfect
I gotta work it
I know in time I'll find a way

Nobody's perfect
You live and you learn it
'Cause everybody makes mistakes
Nobody's perfect

(Nobody's perfect)
No no
Nobody's perfect!

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Maybe (Radio Edit Remix) - Lyrics - Toni Braxton

Title: Maybe (Radio Edit Remix)
Artist: Toni Braxton
Composer(s): Toni Braxton, Keith Crouch, Mechallie Jamison, John Smith, Samuel Gause

Lyric:
Is it the night that you take control of me
Tell me boy, what's it really gonna be
Spending time for a while
Oh daddy come close
I'm straight, I'm feelin' your style

I love the way you make me feel
When you keep it real when you're holdin' me
When you're spoonin' me
When you look sexy when you're touchin' me
When you're bumping me gently

Sittin' here waitin' in my Vicky's
In the mirror imaging you're with me
Petit Cheri and I'm smelling real nice
And Jouet cold chillin' on ice

Coming over at a half past ten
And I'm wonderin' if I'm really gonna
Let him in, give in, give it up
Let it go or tell him no

Should I just give him some?
Maybe
Is this the night for fun?
Maybe

Here it is and he comes right in
And I fix us drinks and I start to think
About what I'm gonna do
Will a brother be true?
Will he size my body up and down?

Can he beat the odds?
Can he play it safe?
Will he make me hot?
Will he hit the spot that I love a lot?
Will he leave me hangin' lonely desperately?

Will he go and tell all his friends?
That we did it and we did it again
Had me weak between the sheets
Will he say I was a real big freak?

Maybe I should slow it down
Cool off my flow, relax
And let him know if this get out
No more, no glove, no love, oh no

Should I just give him some?
Maybe
Is this the night for fun?
Maybe

Should I just give him some?
Maybe
Is this the night for fun?
Maybe

Maybe, pretty baby
Love me like a lady

Should I say yes or no?
Should I just let it go?
Should I slow down my roll?
Let me think 'cuz I really don't know
Don't know what to do about it baby

Should I say yes or no?
Should I say yes or no?
Should I say yes or no?

Yes or no, yes or no?
Yes or no, yes or no?
Yes or no, yes or no?

Should I just give him some?
Maybe
Is this the night for fun?
Maybe

Should I just give him some?
Maybe
Is this the night for fun?
Maybe

Should I say yes or no?
Should I say yes or no?
Should I say yes or no?

Yes or no?
Yes or no?
Yes or no?
...

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Rollin (Remix By Dj Monk) - Lyrics - New Old Songs - Limp Bizkit

Title: Rollin (Remix By Dj Monk)
Album: New Old Songs
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): Fred Durst, Dean Kaseem, John Otto, Wes Borland, Leor Dimant, Sam Rivers

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Lyric:
Alright partner
Keep on rollin' baby
You know what time it is

Throw your hands up
Ladies and gentlement
Chocolate starfish
Keep on rollin', baby

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Breath in now breath out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
What?
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Come on
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Yea
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

Now I know y'all be lovin' this shit right here
L.I.M.P Bizkit is right here
People in the house put them hands in the air
Cuz if you don't care, then we don't care
One two three times two to the six
Jolts in for your fix with the Limp Bizkit mix
So where the fuck you at?
Punk, shut the fuck up and back the fuck up
While we fuck this track up

Throw your hands up
Throw your hands up
Throw your hands up
Throw your hands up

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Breath in now breath out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
What?
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Come on
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Yea
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit?
You can't mess with Limp Bizkit
Because we get it on every day and every night
See this platinum thing right here?
Well we're doing it all the time
So you'd better get some better beats
And uh, get some better rhymes
We got the gang set so don't complain yet
Twenty-four seven never begging for a raincheck
Old school soldiers passing up the hot shit
That rock shit and bounce in the mosh pit

Throw your hands up
Throw your hands up
Throw your hands up
Throw your hands up

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Breath in now breath out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Come on
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
What?
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Yea
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

Hey ladies, hey fellas
And the people that don't give a fuck
All the lovers, all the haters
And all the people that call themselves players
Hot mommas, pimp daddies
And the people rolling up in Caddies
Hey rockers, hip hoppers
And everybody all around the world

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Breath in now breath out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Yea
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
What?
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Come on
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Breath in now breath out
Hands up now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
What?
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Come on
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Yea
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

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What Can I Do? (Remix) - Lyrics - Ice Cube

Title: What Can I Do? (Remix)
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Victor Taylor, O'Shea Jackson, Mychael Kae Simmons, Arthur Ross, Leon Ware

Lyric:
{In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures
But in this country, society itself is failing}

Hell yeah uhh
Ta dow uhh
Ta dow uhh
Ta dow uhh

Tadow, how ya like me now I'm in the mix
It's 1986 and I got the fix
With the chicken and a quota, got the bakin' soda
Let the water boil you, workers all loyal
Dropped out the 12th 'cause my wealth is shorter
Than a midget on his knees, now I slang ki's
Infest my hood with crack, I'm the mack
It take a nation of millions to hold me back
Too big for my britches, and I got bitches
Now I'm hittin' switches, niggaz want my riches

Used to get 18, when my G was alive
Now a ki' is 13 5 89's the number, another summer
Get down police ain't gettin' no dumber
Streets dried up, used to think it would last
But being a kingpin is a thing of the past
They tried to blast me for slangin' a boulder
Now I got my ass in Minnesota
Got my own crew, it's on brand new
Damn, what can I do? ooh

Ta dow, what can I do?
Ta dow, what can I do?
Ta dow, how ya like me now?
Ta dow, what can I do?
Ta dow, what can I do?
Ta dow, how ya like me now? fool

Already done stacked me half a meal ticket
Bought a house next to prince, now I can kick it
Now I got ends, wavin' to my friends
Rollin in a Benz, goin' to see the twins
Play at the 'dome, police are tappin' my mobile phone
I'm almost home, gettin' excited, indicted

Spent a grip and a year tryin' to fight it
Lawyer got paid plea, no contest
'Cause everything I own, got repossessed
Now take a look at the dust
And I'm happy 'cause I only got 36 months
I never picked up a book
'Cause my arms are 16 inches, nigga look
Can't wait for 92 so I can get with my crew
And see, what can I do

Ta dow, what can I do?
Ta dow, what can I do?
Ta dow, how ya like me now?
Ta dow, what can I do?
Ta dow, what can I do?
Ta dow, how ya like me now?

Fucked up in the pen, now it's 94
Back in L.A., and I'm bailin' through the do'
Everybody, know I gotta start from scratch
So where the work at, and niggaz smirk at
Me sayin' ain't nuttin', poppin' from here to the L.B, what you tell me?
No it ain't crackin', everybody's jackin' for a Coupe
Since, they sent in the troops
Even though I got muscle, that ain't my hustle
Takin' nigga's shit in a tussle

No skills to pay the bills
Talkin' about education to battle inflation
No college degree, just a dumb ass G
Yeah you fool, who me?
I got a baby on the way, damn it's a mess
Have you ever been convicted of a felony? Yes
Took some advice from my Uncle Fester
All dressed up in polyester
Welcome to McDonalds, may I please help you?

Yeah you can help me punk
Give me all of the money or I'm dumpin'
That's on my momma
Ay homeboy, while you at it
Gimme large fries, a strawberry shake
A Big Mac, 'cause this Mack 10 fo' life

Can I roll wit you? what can I do?
Now I'm on the run, with a gun
And this fool I don't know, pedal to the flo'
Swervin', servin' all of the pigs
Just because they tryin' to split my wig
I'm in custody, L.A.P.D
One more felony, strike number 3
25 to life in cell block two
It's true, that's what I gotta do, ooh

Ta dow, what can I do?
Ta dow, what can I do?
Ta dow, how ya like me now?
Ta dow, what can I do?
Ta dow, what can I do?
Ta dow, how ya like me now?

Wesyde
(What can I do, what can I do?)
Ice cube
(What can I do, what can I do?)
What can I do, ooh

{In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures
But in this country, society itself is failing}

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Z - Excuse Me Miss Again (Remix) - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Excuse Me Miss Again (Remix)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Chad Hugo, Pharrell L Williams

Lyric:
Memph Bleek, always smoking that, la, la, la
Beanie Sigel always smoking that, la, la, la
Neptunes track smoke like la, la, la
It's the ROC baby, sing our lullaby, come on

Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
(Do you want me to do it?)
You should come, hang wit me, basically
(Do you want me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight, Mami
(Come on, now, uh)

I know my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some you little bums
I take the cake from under the baker's thumbs
I bake the cake get two of them for one

Then I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uh, I show you how to do this, son
Young don't mess wit chicks in Burberry patterns
Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden

He padded hisself the rap JFK
You wanna pass for my Jacqueline Onassis
Then hop ya ass out that S-class
Lay back in that maebach, roll the best grass, I ask
Have you in your long legged life

Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice?
Look but don't touch, muthafucker think twice
'Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light
Need a light?

To smoke that, la, la, la
Beanie Sigel always smoking that, la, la, la
Memph Bleek always smoking that la, la, la
It's the ROC Mami, sing our lullaby, come on

Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
(Do you want me to do it?)
You should come, hang wit me, basically
(Do you want me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight, Mami
(Come on, now, uh)

We got brothers full of Arme, mamis in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Louis Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov' because they know dough
When they see him, which be European

If you're a teen, ten chances you're wit him
If you're a five you know you ridin' wit them
Sick wit the pen nigga, no position in the world could fix him
No prescription, you could prescribe to subside his affliction

He's not a sane man, more like reign man twitchin'
You can't rain dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his sickness
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you CB4

This ain't Chris Rock, bitch, it's the ROC, bitch
And I'm the franchise like a Houston Rocket
Nawimean
(Yao Ming)

Still smoking that, la, la, la
Memph Bleek still smoking that, la, la, la
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five
It's the ROC baby, sing our lullaby, come on

Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
(Do you want me to do it?)
You should come, hang wit me, basically
(Do you want me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight, Mami
(Come on, now, uh)

Forget English talk body language
I be all over mamis like body painters
Pink diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, you're very sick

Don't confuse me wit marbury, out this bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose your life
Muh'fuckas must be smoking they la, la, la la crack

.45 gun smoke, choke off that
Back to the music, I ain't wit all that
Plus the feds tappin' my music I get all that
I'm the public industry number one

Public industry number two is my whole crew R O C
And I ain't concerned wit' who like me, who like you
That's gay, I ain't into likin' dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the future
I never make the news again my man'll shoot ya

As we smoke that la, la, la
Memphis Bleek always smoking that, la, la, la
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five
It's the ROC, bitch, sing our lullaby, come on

Excuse me, miss, I'm the shit
(Do you want me to do it?)
You should come, hang wit me, basically
(Do you want me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight, Mami
(Come on, now, uh)

Do you want me to do it?
Come watch me now, uh

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Cry Now (Shady Remix) - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Cry Now (Shady Remix)
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): S Benton, B Johnson, D Moore, D Campbell, V Carlisle, A Rogers, R Johnson, C Louis, Don D. Robey, Joseph Scott, Obie Trice

Lyric:
Shady, old mix
Back, second round's on me
Kuniva, Cashis, Stat Quo, Bobby Creekwater
Obie Trice, what?

*** didn't kill me
Now a **** gon' get
Peel my cap back, I'm never at home
I'm somewhere with my **** restin' on a **** tongue

Sippin' on Don Perion while she's sippin' up them ****
Yeah, bet you hate the news holmes
You probably somewhere sittin' on the stoop huh
Sippin' on the **** plottin' to **** me later huh

When will a hater learn I'm too great on a song
I **** on the corner, send weight to the coroner
When courage make 'em turn performer
I transform into Uma Thurman, a dude's virgin

Verses lettin' superfulious with no purpose ****
Continue to walk this earth's surface
I was birthed for hip-hop branch out my services
Ya try to **** this **** that's comin' from the same turf as yas
What nerves have yas

**** because your hussles ain't worth a ****
I'm gettin' rich I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's
Dig? With a **** you in the trenches tryin' to reach it big
On another rapper's **** go on represent where you live

Know you annoyed but don't make the mistake
I'm state to state in that Honda ****, not an Accord
I'm in that Honda G4 you will never afford
And yup it's probably ease when a **** is on board

I know, cry now
I know, cry now
I know, cry now
I know

I'll be damned if I let a **** lay his hands on me
I'll lay his **** out and park a grand dam on him
The city where the weak survive and the strong die
Where beef collides **** happen and hit the wrong guy

I done seen the worst of the worst and what can be worse
Than a verse about **** dispersed up in your shirt
The streets is like a curse **** frontin' for a ****
It's like you beggin' to die like bear huntin' with a switch

A part of my heart is gone I could never smile the same
**** finger is itchy it'll take awhile to tame
Detroit is hella dirty but the dozen can fix it
Resist and the biscuit will exceed the distance

And bounce off one's home hit and riquoche off a kid's trombone
Right to where you **** lay
Obie can tell you that death is just a few inches away
Y'all shed tears but y'all can get your feel of it today

I know
I know
I know
I know

Laugh now cry never my **** is a body part
Hit him with just enough **** to make his body hard
Now I feel like we even see Creek is here
To shine a light on you **** diseasin'

Soon as I get my karma right on Lindsy Rose I'm leavin'
Load up a **** and make it dark on them heroes I'm cheesin'
**** they got snitches on the clock gotta watch what I'm sayin'
Me buy a **** a couple rocks and the watch quit playin'

Back on my greasy my neezy nobody bread whippin
And for them ****' spectators I brought the band with me
Halftime **** and grab pine you will never grab mine ****
The dolli's was lyin' when he said you was gon' be fine ****

Cashis

Witness art of war in the phyical
Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical
And no words from cash mouth is fixin'
Ready with dope **** I'm ever dissin'

My aura of war is raw to the core
The surface of the street when I walk through the door
My purpose is to move up pull tools you perpin'
Watch me overthrow the government in my turban

Plot up and line up solo mia
Prayin' to proof I'm searchin' for Jerry Garcia
Talk to my brother gone in the streets of the D
I'm talkin' to **** and hopin' **** waitin' on me

Take the first shot then, the second round's on me
And when the wars on the other side, me and my brother ride
I don't rap for the plaques my contracts signed just for scraps
To get you wack ****

With a gun with a **** with a bat
Take a **** through the lung, get you right what you rappin' ****
I'm born crazy raised in more fame
It's the clappin' down **** for entertainment

I know, cry now
I know, cry now
I know, cry now
I know

Young stack he the **** on tuck want war
I don't give a **** till you kiss and pucker up
It'll lift 'em up believe me you'll flow
Duracell is your family heart broke

Lookin' like an artichoke vegetable
Ho's stiff **** paralyzed from the neck down
My goon stick **** turn soldiers to stick figures
Hand on **** real life born ****

We roll out like four wheelers, **** sent us
From backstabbers and gold diggers tipsy off brown liquor
Watch me obnoxious broad call me cocky
Poppin' long **** stabbed it out the box like hockey

Especially when a **** ride it like jockey
From the Benz to the range to the black Joloppy
I'm the **** the only one who ain't heard is Foxy
Formalize a plan no man can stop me ball all, Stat Quo understand
Ya copy?

I know, cry now
I know, cry now
I know, cry now
I know

Shady
It's the re-up

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