Freaky Friday - Lyrics - Aquarius - Aqua

Title: Freaky Friday
Album: Aquarius
Artist: Aqua
Composer(s): Soren Rasted, Claus Norreen

Lyric:
Howdy people?
Here's a little story about an old friend of mine
And to all you great folks out there
This is hardcore 10-4

Freaky Friday, things ain't going my way
Everything is gone, my life is a country song, oh-oh

I can jumped out of my bed this morning
Then I heard this crunchy sound
From my left leg that was broken
And a note was laying on the ground

Baby, I'm leaving you this minute
Took the car and the cats and dogs
Got the boots and the rhinestone stetson
Nothing's left but the note you got, ah you suck

Freaky Friday, things ain't going my way
Everything is gone, my life is a country song
Freaky Friday, go play on the highway
Everything is wrong, what the heck is going on

On my way through crosstown traffic
I was hit by a giant truck
I came late to work and got fired
Then suddenly the thunder struck, oh-oh

Baby, I am leaving you this minute
Took the car and the cats and dogs
Got the boots and the rhinestone stetson
Nothing's left but the note you got, ah you suck

Freaky Friday, things ain't going my way
Everything is gone, my life is a country song
Freaky Friday, go play on the highway
Everything is wrong, what the heck is going on

The life's a country song, hardcore 10-4
What the heck is wrong, yeah
The life's a country song, hardcore 10-4
What the heck is going on

The life's a country song, hardcore 10-4
What the heck is wrong, yeah
The life's a country song, hardcore 10-4
What the heck is going on

Everything is gone, my life is a country song
Hardcore 10-4

Freaky Friday, things ain't going my way
Everything is gone, my life is a country song
Freaky Friday, go play on the highway
Everything is wrong, what the heck is going on

Well folks, that's all for now
Life is just a long, long country song
And that's a big 10-4

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Ultimate (Freaky Friday Movie Version) - Lyrics - Lindsay Lohan

Title: Ultimate (Freaky Friday Movie Version)
Artist: Lindsay Lohan
Composer(s): Robert Ellis Orrall, Jeffrey Wayne Coplan

Lyric:
You're the kind of friend who always bends
When I'm broken like remember when
You took my heart
And put it back together again

I've been wasting time with clueless guys
But now it's over, let me tell you why
I'm through, I've got someone new
Who's just like you

You're it, you're the ultimate
It's automatic, I'm sure of it
No lies, so don't even try
To tell me that you're not the guy

'Cause I've been waiting all my life
For someone just like you
But you're it
You're the ultimate, you

You're the kind of guy who's hands in mine
Sends shivers up and down my spine
You took my heart
And put it back together again

You're the kind of guy that blows my mind
But now it's my turn
You've been right in front of me
Everything I need, why didn't I see

You're it, you're the ultimate
It's automatic, I'm sure of it
No lies, so don't even try
To tell me that you're not the guy

'Cause I've been waiting all my life
For someone just like you
But you're it
You're the ultimate, you

You're it, you're the ultimate
It's automatic, I'm sure of it
No lies, so don't even try
To tell me that you're not the guy

You're it, you're the ultimate
It's automatic, I'm sure of it
No lies, so don't even try
To tell me that you're not the guy

'Cause I've been waiting all my life
For someone just like you
But you're it
You're the ultimate, you

You're it
You're the ultimate, you

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Get Rich To This - Lyrics - Goodie Mob

Title: Get Rich To This
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Rico R Wade, Antwan Patton, Jamahr Williams, Thomas Decarlo Burton, Willie Edward Knighton, Raymon Ameer Murray, Patrick L Brown, Cameron Gipp, Robert Terrance Barnett

Lyric:
We peel out sideways
(Get rich to this)
We do a hundred on the highways
(Get rich to this)
Thank God for Friday's
(Get rich to this)
Hey hey hey hey!
(Get rich to this)
We peel out sideways
(Get rich to this)
We do a hundred on the highways
(Get rich to this)
Thank God for Friday's
(Get rich to this)
Say say say say!
(Get rich to this)

It'll be all slippery, slick wid it automatically?
I'm the shit wid it, I'm psyched out, Sic-Wid-It
Like E-40 and The Click wid it
He sucker MC better know about it
I make your girlfriend hoe about it
I make a muh'fucka know about it

Somebody better tell him cock it back, hit a lick wid it
Keep it workin' drop a brick wid it
Off the block, serve a nig wid it, whip a brand new whip wid it
Apartment flow, you ain't know?
Look here lil' girl it come equipped wid it
She freaky deaky lick her lips wid it, she thick thick wid it

Jump, stump, twist wid it
Make 'em, make 'em, make 'em scrap wid it
Tear da club up, champagne campaign wid it
Party people do your thang wid it
I get to it y'all, I get the funds then I split wid it
A natural born money maker nitty-grit wid it ha? I get rich y'all

We peel out sideways
(Get rich to this)
We do a hundred on the highways
(Get rich to this)
Thank God for Friday's
(Get rich to this)
Hey hey hey hey!
(Get rich to this)
We peel out sideways
(Get rich to this)
We do a hundred on the highways
(Get rich to this)
Thank God for Friday's
(Get rich to this)
Say say say say!
(Get rich to this)

Ha boy, I done bought D's wid dis
Big 'bout-it Benz car keys wid dis
Condos in the Cancun summer breeze wid dis
And you know, doin' good fo' sho'
I'm gettin' rich too hollerin' out Calhoun know nigga
Nickeled and dimed and did dirt for dis
Do a show and sweat up my good shirt for dis
Snap back to toast I'll have to hurt for dis
So when I get me a lil' bit I'm a wear my shit

And if I lose it, I ain't gon' cry about it
I ain't no dummy God damn it I ain't about to die about it
But fuck wid me though, I'll let a few fly about it
Don't test me boy, because I about it!
So I'm the major money maker, mother fuck these niggaz
Keep yo' eyes on amounts, accounts and some bankers
Get high, get fly, 'til you get it, gettin' by
Don't switch get krunk get drunk get rich

From the bottom to the top now it's hot; keepin' it heated
People about to see they chasin' after cash in the ass
Suckers crash on the blast from the past
Goodie Mo.B. Backbone and OutKast
Whatchu think this was, black?
Take your sorry ass watch me blow, turnin' my lyrics in the flow
This is how it go, and it go, perfect picture paintin'
Million dollar hold in the Cascade, in the shade
Well I see gon' get paid to dis, and find a wife to dis
I'm 'bout to cut, like a knife to dis
And find dat, and find dat, top top, we get rich to dis, yeah!

We peel out sideways
(Get rich to this)
We do a hundred on the highways
(Get rich to this)
Thank God for Friday's
(Get rich to this)
Say say say say!
(Get rich to this)

The Goodie they call me, they wanted a player to bust to this
I'm takin' this thing, slow slow motion just can't rush with this
We all in the family, what have we, I think we done found a freak hoe
People all in my wallet hopin' to frolic we gon' see hoe
Just hold up, you know my pockets swoll up
I'm a let you suck my dick to meet your quota
And you're fine, kinda shorter
But I made this money before you got a Toyota and Explorer

And when I'm off in the mall gettin' fresh, I'm gon' ignore ya
Look at the earrings, the gold chains, the diamonds around my neck piece
The leather suede snake Elizabeth all up on my left B
Hoe look at all these emeralds and these rubies and my gold teeth
Thinkin' a nigga spiritual tryin' to build but you don't know me
See there's more than meets the ear so we can ball that's if we chose to
Move back I'm droppin' the top and yes it's mine and gal it's new too

Sign yo' grill wid dis
Canary yellow bowlin' ball silk drawers wid dis
Crushed velvet diamond cut, y'all get wreck wid dis

Tonight, Gipp get woozy
Might step outside and might catch me a floozie
Some loozy double-stitched hoochie
Y'all chase records while we chase coochie

The realest Down South hot two, in your face like kabuki
Get krunk, don't be no lame brain top bank head
Props, I'm prayin' wid dis

Boys on the ave, flood shots to dis
Girls in the club flirt out to dis
State your name baby and get rich to dis

We peel out sideways
(Get rich to this)
We do a hundred on the highways
(Get rich to this)
Thank God for Friday's
(Get rich to this)
Say say say say!
(Get rich to this)

We peel out sideways
(Get rich to this)
We do a hundred on the highways
(Get rich to this)
Thank God for Friday's
(Get rich to this)
Hey hey hey hey!
(Get rich to this)
We peel out sideways
(Get rich to this)

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Tonite - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: Tonite
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): Norman Anthony Durham, Willie Clarke, Betty Wright, David Marvin Blake

Lyric:
Here we go
Yo, a day in the life of a player named Quik
I'm just a stubborn kind of fellow with a head like a brick
And just because I drink the 8, they say that I'm hopeless
But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the locust
Now this is how we do it when we checkin' a grip
Teddy Bear's in the house, so don't even trip
We're bustin' funky compositions as smooth as a prism

So check it while I kick it to this funky ass rhythm
It's Friday morning, the phone is ringin' off the hook
And AMG is puttin' down girl rhymes in his notebook
Or should I say dope sack, because we don't bust wack
I pick up the phone and it's the D
(Whassup nigga?)

He said he's comin' down at about two on the dot
So I'm about to rush the tub while my water's still hot
And now I'm soakin', a brother like the devestatin' DJ Quik ain't jokin'
Fuck with me on DSP and you'll get broken
My name is Quik, but you can call me Daddy
Yo, open up the door, they think I'm Freak Man in a Caddy
Now Freaky's in an El doggin' shabbies in at Alco

And everybody's sippin' on a quart
(Here we go)
D just came with a forty and a quart
In addition to the three that Greedy just brought
But I don't wanna start early, so I just might
Put my forty in the freezer 'cuz I wanna get bent tonite

Tonite's the nite, tonite
(Yeah)
Tonite is the nite, tonite
Tonite's the nite, tonite
(Yo, when we gon' get bent)
Tonite is the nite
(Aww, yeah)

And now I'm out of the tub up in a fancy freak
Spray on some serious and put on my Girbaud jeans
Sweat suit, the gray one with the burgundy trim
And it's a medium, fit me proper 'cuz I'm nice and slim
Five thirty on the clock and the sun is steadily sinkin'
And I am steadily thinkin' about the 8 that I'll be drinkin'
You know I ain't ashamed and you know I ain't bashful
So go on and pop the forty so I can pour me a glassful

Ham is in the bedroom rollin' up a stencil
Fatter than a pinky and the length of a pencil
Freakie lit it up and hit it one two three
Shabby took a hit and then they pass it to me, it's the bomb
Yo, I can feel my senses get numb
Yo, fuck the forty ounce, I need some rum
I'm chillin' like a villain, here I come and that's how I'm livin'
Tonite is the nite and I'm lookin' real sporty

Proper Friday evening and I'm ready to party
Crusher came in with a handful of snaps
Fuck it, let's shoot some craps
(Yo, what they in fo')
A fin or a half
(Yo, shoot that ten nigga)
Don't make me laugh
Hi-C want a dove and he think that shit is funny
But I'm seven and eleven and I'm takin' niggaz money tonite

Tonite's the nite, tonite
(Yeah, watch me fuck the hoe)
Tonite is the nite, tonite
(Passin' naturals on motherfuckers)

Tonite's the nite, tonite
(Yo, I'm unfadable)
Tonite is the nite
(Ahh, let's break it down, so I can get funky)
Tonite

Ahh yeah
Givin' 'em somethin' they can roll on, hold on

Wake up Saturday morning and I got a headache
I can't believe that I'm sick from all the shit that I drank last nite
Soon as I felt it comin' on
I should quit, it's true that a drunk ain't shit
To the man up above, the whole thanks I give
I'll never drink again if you just let me live
Mike P spoke to me and I said I couldn't call it
Call it Earl like a mother while I'm grippin' the toilet

I need a 7-Up, because my head is spinnin'
'Round and 'round I think I better sit down
My homey Shot is alright, but I'm feeling faint
I guess he's used to it, but a nigga like Quik ain't
K is on the phone, and Teddy's at the door
Some fine ass bitches comin' over at four
(I thought you ain't drinkin' no more)
Yeah right
Because as soon as they come, we doin' the same ol' shit tonite

Tonite's the nite, tonite
(Yeah)
Tonite is the nite, tonite
(Straight gettin' fucked up, hey)

Tonite's the nite, tonite
(Fuck that, pass me that pina colada)
(Man, I don't wanna fade that 8 Ball no mo)

Tonite is the nite, tonite
(That shit be fuckin' a nigga up)
Tonite's the nite
(Ahh, yeah, nothin' but a party and I'm kickin' it)
(What's up Pete and Greg)
Tonite

Tonite is the nite, tonite
(How you livin'?)
Tonite's the nite
(Hey, somebody get that nigga a Genuine Draft)
(Yeah)
Tonite

Tonite is the nite
(And on that motherfuckin' note, I'm outta here)
(See-ya)
Tonite

Tonite
Tonite
Tonite
Tonite

Tonite
Tonite
Tonite

Tonite
Tonite
Tonite

We out, fuck peace nigga, give me another brew
(What about peace?)

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Thug Nature - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Thug Nature
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Iii, Quincy Jones, Tupac Amaru Shakur

Lyric:
One, two
To a nigga nature
Hehe

No need to cry now, go wipe your tears
Be a woman, why you actin' surprised?
You showed the bullshit, commin' fake hair
Fake nails, fake eyes too

So why you bound to fuck wit fake guys too
Ain't nothin' hard about it
Why you lookin' sad, should'a though about it
Say you learn, I truly doubt it

I guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loose with the love
Gettin' freaky with the thug niggaz up in the club
Ask to buy you a drink, you holla Don Perione
(Spellin'?)
Knowin' I'm a cash dealer, still I, remain calm

Let you chill with me
Plus you was smilin' 'til the bill miss me
That's what you get for trynna dick me
Missed me with that buy me this, buy me that

Syndrome shit
Bitch get a job if you wanna be rich
Gettin' mad 'cuz I cursed and I screamed, I hate'cha
Introduced you to a nigga nature, feel me

One, two
To a nigga nature
Hehe

Probably too nice at first
I lettin' you kiss where it hurts
Me and you gettin' busy, slangin' dick in the dirt
Met you at a pool party it was cool to kick it

See us, toungkissin', you was truly with it
Little Exstacy, Hennessey, mix with me
Picture me pray for pussy when the dick's for free
Hey now, where my niggaz at? Tell these hoes

Before I pay, I jerk off, word to Moses
Visions of you sittin' there sweaty and wet
Pointin' at the places that you want me to hit
Give me room all up in the room, call the cops

Nigga, hit them walls til the bastard drop
Label me, Makaveli, Thug Nigga with pipe
Livin' life as a Rock Star Friday nights
Make money, get pussy
Always keep a pager, cell-phone in the ride
To complete my Nature now!

One, two
To a nigga nature
Hehe
(That's a nigga nature)

Started as a seed from the semen
Straight outta Papa's nuts, lustin' for creamin'
Bitches wit big butts, curves make a nigga cry, tits and shit
When I'm locked down beggin' you for porno fleeks

Sneak weed in, helped a nigga passed the time
With my name tattoo'd so that ass is mine
Tell everybody, 'Pac put it down for good
A local legend through the whole hood

Follow me, I got a gun on me
Goin' for nun on the run baby
You know a nigga need some, is my son crazy?
Why I cry, when I be thuggin' 'til I die

Picture of nigga in heaven high, of weed I fly
Got me missin' dead homies with the phonies that died
Hit the weed and hope it get me high
Dear God, understand my ways, livin' major
Blessed with a thug's heart
In a realla nigga nature!

[Unverified]

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Ain'T Gonna Beg - Lyrics - Free Yourself - Fantasia Barrino

Title: Ain'T Gonna Beg
Album: Free Yourself
Artist: Fantasia Barrino
Composer(s): Damon E Thomas, Antonio Dixon, Harvey Mason Jr, Eric D. Dawkins, Durrell Babbs

Lyric:
I mean I'm not gonna beg you
I see you just ain't acting right

Every time I need someone to be there
When I had me one of them crazy days
(I ain't gonna beg you)
Every time I want someone to treat me like
They always said they were gonna treat me like
(I ain't gonna beg you)

'Cause I let you slide before but I see you ain't gonna learn
Since you like to play with fire then I'ma let us burn
Boy you ain't nothing, gonna miss my loving
The last time was the last time so I'm through with you

No I ain't gonna beg you no more
I'm sick and tired of waiting don't know what I'm waiting for
'Cause you know you don't treat me like you should
When you know I'm the coldest thing about this hood

No I ain't gonna beg you no more
And if you're not down with this then baby there's the door
I'm usually not the type to just lay it down and quit
But lot of men would get with this, oh yes
So I ain't gonna beg you no more

Every time I want to be wine and dined
Taken out on a Friday night to spend a little time
(I ain't gonna beg you)
And every time I need some hugging and some loving
But it's late and I don't get nothing
(I ain't gonna beg you)

'Cause I let you slide before but I see you ain't gonna learn
Since you like to play with fire then I'ma let us burn
Boy you ain't nothing, gonna miss my loving
The last time was the last time so I'm through with you

No I ain't gonna beg you no more
I'm sick and tired of waiting don't know what I'm waiting for
'Cause you know you don't treat me like you should
When you know I'm the coldest thing about this hood

No I ain't gonna beg you no more
And if you're not down with this then baby there's the door
I'm usually not the type to just lay it down and quit
But lot of men would get with this
So I ain't gonna beg you no more

Said I'm trough with being patient
I ain't here for you just to come and
(Take it when you wanna take it)
You took it all for granted oh
All the good love and all that freaky stuff is all gone

(But that's how you is)
Let me tell you this
(Take your lame old tired excuses somewhere else)
('Cause you weak and I don't wanna hear it)
(Stay away I don't wanna get near it)
'Cause boy I'm moving on and I

No I ain't gonna beg you no more
I'm sick and tired of waiting don't know what I'm waiting for
'Cause you know you don't treat me like you should
When you know I'm the coldest thing about this hood

No I ain't gonna beg you no more
And if you're not down with this then baby there's the door
I'm usually not the type to just lay it down and quit
But lot of men would get with this
So I ain't gonna beg you no more

Ain't gonna beg you to love me, ain't gonna beg you to hold me
Ain't gonna beg you to pick me up and take me out
I ain't gonna beg you to ice me, I ain't gonna beg you to wife me
I ain't gonna beg you to do the things a real man's about

Ain't gonna beg you to love me, ain't gonna beg you to hold me
Ain't gonna beg you to pick me up and take me out
I ain't gonna beg you to ice me, I ain't gonna beg you to wife me
I ain't gonna beg you to go the things a real man's about

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Niggaz Nature [Remix] - Lil' Mokey - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: Niggaz Nature [Remix] - Lil' Mokey
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Quincy Iii Jones, Cynthia Loving, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Tupac and Lil' Mo, how gangsta is that ?
One, two
Introduce you to a niggaz nature
Heh, heh

No need to cry now, go wipe your tears, be a woman
Why you acting surprised, you saw the bullshit comin'
Fake hair, fake nails, fake eyes too
So while you, bound to fuck with fake guys too

Ain't nothing hard about it
Why you looking sad, should have thought about it
Say you learn, I truly doubt it
I guess you got a problem with affection

Kind of lose with the love, getting freaky with the thug
Niggaz up in the club, ask to buy you a drink
You holler Don Perrion, knowing I'm a cash getter
Still I remain calm, let you chill with me

Plus you was smiling till the bill missing
That's what you get for trying to dick me
Miss me with that buy me this, buy me that, syndrome shit
Bitch, get a job if you wanna be rich

Gettin' mad 'cause I curse
Then I scream I hate chu
Introduce you to a niggaz nature
Feel me

Kiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin' high
I'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature
That's a niggaz nature
Though sometimes, I can deal with it, I realize that I'm feelin' it
It's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugz nature

I probably be nice at first, I let you kiss me when it hurts
Me and you getting busy, slang the dick in the dirt
Met you at a pool party, it was cool to kick it
See us tongue kissing, you was truly with it

Little Hennessey, ecstasy mixed with me
Picture me pay for pussy, when the dicks for free
Hey now, where my niggaz at, tell these hoes
Before I pay, I'd jerk off, word to Moses

Visions of you sitting there sweaty and wet
Putting, pointing to the places that you want me to hit
Give me room, all up in the womb, call the cops
Nigga hitting walls, till them bastards drops

Label me Makaveli, thug nigga with pipes
Living life like a rock star, Friday night
Make money, get pussy, always keep a pager
Cell phone in the ride to complete my nature now

Kiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin' high
I'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature
That's a niggaz nature
Though sometimes, I can deal with it, I realize that I'm feelin' it
It's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugz nature

Started as a seed from the semen, straight out of poppas nuts
Lustin' for creamin', bitches with big butts
Curves make a nigga quiet, tipsy shit
When I'm locked down, begging you for porno flicks

Sneak weed in, help a nigga pass the time
With my name tattooed, so that ass is mine
Tell everybody Pac put it down for good
A local legend through the whole hood

Follow me, I got a gun on me [unverified]
For none on the run baby
You know a nigga need some, it's for some crazy
Why cry when I'll be thugging till I die

Picture a nigga up in heaven high off weed, I fly
Got me, missing dead homies with them forties that died
Hit the weed and hope it get me high
Dear God

Please understand my ways, living major
Blessed with a thugs heart
And a real live nigga nature

Kiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin' high
I'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature
That's a niggaz nature
Though sometimes, I can deal with it, I realize that I'm feelin' it
It's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugz nature

Kiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin' high
I'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature
That's a niggaz nature
Though sometimes, I can deal with it, I realize that I'm feelin' it
It's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugz nature

Kiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin' high
I'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature
That's a niggaz nature
Though sometimes, I can deal with it, I realize that I'm feelin' it
It's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugz nature

Kiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin' high
I'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature
That's a niggaz nature
Though sometimes, I can deal with it, I realize that I'm feelin' it
It's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugz nature

It ain't my fault
Hehe, Q.D., where you be? Ah
Don't blame me
Blame my mama for making nature

Kiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin' high
I'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature
That's a niggaz nature
Though sometimes, I can deal with it, I realize that I'm feelin' it
It's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugz nature

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Disco Club - Lyrics - Monkey Business - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Disco Club
Album: Monkey Business
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Jean Baptiste, David Scott Saevitz, Melvin Joseph Lewis, Anthony Lennox Tidd, William Adams, Michael Matthews, Allen Pineda

Lyric:
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Who, ooh
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

If the ladies in the disco club
Are freakin' in the disco club
And dancin' in the disco club
And shakin' in the disco club
Then take me to the disco club

Yeah, I try to party on out, step to the disco, can't work it out
Let's go and get this party started now
Parties and gettin' naughty is what I'm all about

So many girlies in the house
With bangin' ass bodies and party ass mouths'
After the club we're going straight to my house
I got-ta-got-ta got to get you on my couch

I, rock steady, no doubt
You ask for a celeb so I had to turn you out
Don't give me drama, baby, baby, don't pout
I don't want a baby mamma, don't wanna spout

'Cause the ladies in the disco club
Are freakin' in the disco club
And dancin' in the disco club
And shakin' in the disco club
Then take me to the disco club

If the ladies in the disco club
Are freakin' in the disco club
And dancin' in the disco club
And shakin' in the disco club
Then take me to the disco club

I like the way that you move, don't hold back, baby, do what you do
You make a nigger go, ooh, how the hell do women get as fine as you?
I'm trying to holla at you, first time I seen ya, I was like hallelu
Turn around, let me view ya, got-ta-got-ta got to damn, I wanna do you

Baby, let's get into it, make moves like me and you was intimate
Let's pretend that this beat is our heartbeat, bloom wit' intimate
Sex with clothes on, dancin' on the dance floor gettin' my blow, John
And I gotta Trojan, just in case we get it, get it going on and

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Who, ooh
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

If the ladies in the disco club
Are freakin' in the disco club
And dancin' in the disco club
And shakin' in the disco club
Then take me to the disco club

The ladies in the disco club ain't the ones to be falling in love with
If you go to the disco club, protect yourself and don't fall in love
The ladies in the disco club ain't the ones to be falling in love with
The ladies in the disco club ain't the ones to be falling in love with

Playa, listen yeah, I'm the missin', yeah, I go to club and sip on Crystin'
That don't mean that I'm like the rest of dem tricks and
The party gettin' naughty, she's in money and dicks and no

You got me all wrong, brother, no, I'm a women that's strong, brother
Yeah, they ain't nothing wrong with a women in the club
Getting freaky to the song

Monday at the disco club, Tuesday at the disco club
Wednesday at the disco club, Thursday at the disco club
Friday at the disco club, Saturday at the disco club
Sunday at the disco club, everydays' a disco club
See us at the disco club, see you at the disco club

We're going to break it on down
Rub it on your belly like an ultrasound
Shake it a like jelly and move around
Really want to see you flaunt your style
Get why, baby, get a little crazy
Don't hesitate, won't take no, maybe

Not like an eviction
But me and you, baby, it'll all cause a friction
As my eyes undress ya
Just wanna let you know there's no pressure
Body conversation they both want pleasure

But your girl Cock Block won't let cha, hmm
What cha going do now?
Bounce, rock, shake and we could wild out
It'll all fall like a river now
Check me, check me, check, check me on out

'Cause the ladies in the disco club
Are freakin' in the disco club
And dancin' in the disco club
And shakin' in the disco club
Then take me to the disco club

If the ladies in the disco club
Are freakin' in the disco club
And dancin' in the disco club
And shakin' in the disco club
Then take me to the disco club

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Who, ooh
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Who, ooh
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

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Make Up Your Mind - Lyrics - Sex Style - Kool Keith

Title: Make Up Your Mind
Album: Sex Style
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Trevor Randolph, Maurice Smith, Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Yeah, so you called me last night
You was kinda confused huh? You didn't know what to do
All excited over these football players and baseball players
Whassup? You lookin' for a million dollars or somethin'?
Man you kinda confused

Freak mode, I'ma have sex, so let 'em feel
Touch my private, my thing made of steel
Shootin' gizm, she ride like a Geo Prism
I'm out in Cali, San Bernardino Valley

I'm on the hill, not North in Pete skill
Big Willie servin', now tell me how you femmes feel
I'm in the Cadillac, drivin' in a drop top
People don't know my style, watch when they heads bop

I'm on the highway, girls pull 'em down my way
Credit cards and checks, man she get paid on Friday
The woman's out, the Phantom pushin' more clout
I'm watchin'? With Sam, drinkin' guinness stout

Bourbon booze, green alligator shoes
Union commissioned sex, government intelligence
What you see girl, that Benz is irrelevant
Materialistic, ugly man is plastic

No class, in a suit, cost rather cheap
Got the nerve to blow the horn and he try to beep
Interfere, in my spot and he's comin' here
She's in the white boots, breathin' in my ear

Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt

No affections, condom style, I got no yeast
Worldwide trunk funk, no jazz on the East
Breakin' honies down, mackin' here to Petersburg
Virginia Slim, turn the freaks out in Lynchburg

With brown bootie, Joe Smith, hit from Pittsburgh
The right player, even if I choose odds
Let me shuffle jackpots, women pick the cards
Your hydraulic butt, bounce like a six trey

I'm on the case, jealous man steppin' in my way
Hot pursuit, why she play herself? Get the boot
Actin' like Troop, he say he signed with a group
He wrote for Babyface, did songs, toured with Snoop

Lyin' to you to get thrilled
Droppin' them old lines, his breath smell like doodoo
I got a style if a brother wanna know
Smokin' that stink blunt, you still sniffin' blow

Nose runnin' on time with green slime
Step in the club, I throw urine on your mind
Big Luciano, diamond rings on the grand piano
Girls flock and guys hop on the other jock

I'm in a two door, with bass comin' through your block
Sound kicks, I got the fly broads in the mix
California butt, MC's suckin' more what
Like Gerald Levert, you try to make it work

Jheri Curl Jones, spendin' cash on a skirt
Plan to win, whassup with Uncle Ben?
Brother is sly, fatback bacon
Still fakin', his voice chords achin'

You know I'm perplex, exotic on Ampex
Dog style champ, hittin' booty for butt sex
I can't disguise myself like Michael Jackson
The flasher, are you ready for action?

Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump it

I got a summons, my clothes is off, I'm butt naked
In a discotheques, don't tell me ladies can't take it
Just to have my drawers in a overcoat
My El Dorado lean, the black caddy float

Down the hill with Frankie Dolla Bill
Honies in red zone, tell me how them drawers feel
Suckin' on the hippie, on the Mississippi
Econo Lodge, a cheap way to get a quickie

Five and five, equal ten
Add twenty up, I'm back in the spot again
Blowin' it up, I drop my own bomb
Two big green mitts, and tails on my arm

You in my way my man, yo B excuse me
I didn't call your girl, why accuse me?
I think you're insecure, not sure
If your girlfriend's home, if she's knockin' at my door

Back in your ride, no apartment, no place to wash
You can't clean, tell 'em black
He don't know yet, my discipline, how to act
Stack with fume, and twenty-four flicks
You can't win, takin' shots like the Knicks

I'm old enough with skills to be your daddy
Go ask grandma, your freaky Aunt Sally
Pretty woman standin' there with her ugly man
I don't want to shake his hand

Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt

Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump it

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Hoochie Mama - Lyrics - Greatest Hits Vol. 2 - 2 Live Crew

Title: Hoochie Mama
Album: Greatest Hits Vol. 2
Artist: 2 Live Crew
Composer(s): Luther Campbell, David Hobbs, Mark D Ross, Christopher Wong Won

Lyric:
Big booty hoes hop wit it
Hoochie mamas hop wit it
Let me see ya touch the ground

I don't know ya reputation
But all the niggas in the hood say it's all good
But the bitch ain't shit, so ya need to make a switch
Smackin' on ya lips with your hands on your hips

Trifle and slimy, don't try me
Playin' on the phone, you supposed to be grown
Bitch stop lyin', I ain't wit it
Keep runnin' ya mouth and I'ma stick my dick in it

Hoochie hoodrat needs ho trainin'
Ghetto ass always complainin'
Tryin' ta clown in front of my friends
By the way bitch, can I get those ends?

Fuck the asterisk you ain't no actress
Lay low the mattress, let a nigga scrag it
The bitch is full of dram
Hoochie hoodrat is a ho like a mom

She ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama
Yeah, she ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama

Yeah she ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama
Yeah, she ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama

Ho I love ya big brown eyes
And the way you shake your thighs
Acting like your so damn cute
Let a real nigga just knock them boots

I don't need no confrontation
All I want is an ejaculation
'Cos I like them ghetto hoochies
One-two-light, pop that coochie

Mommy style
Makin' niggas smile, bitch get wild
'Cos freaky shit is what I like
And I love to see two bitches dyke

My favorite job is 69
Bitch you know it's coochie time
Fuck what you heard and save ya drama
All I want is my hoochie mama

You ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama
You ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama

You ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama
You ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama

Mama just don't understand
Why I love your hoochie ass
Sex is what I need you for
I gotta good girl but I need a whore

I like my bitch promiscuous
Hot in the ass and ready to fuck
Foreplay your way, all way my way
Trick a freak and I hit it on Friday

Girl you know ya look so cute
Ridin' round town in ya daisy duke
Come on over for a visit
Let a nigga ride in ya civic

'Cos I like them ghetto hoochies
One who got them big ol' booties
Save the drama for your mama
All I want is my hoochie mama

You ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama
You ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama

You ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama
You ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama, like this

You ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama
Yeah she ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama

You ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama
Yeah she ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama

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