Future Baby Mama - Lyrics - Planet Earth - Prince

Title: Future Baby Mama
Album: Planet Earth
Artist: Prince
Composer(s): Prince Rogers Nelson

Lyric:
Future baby mama

I've heard it said my lovers look alike
Could it be that I was looking for you?
They were cool but something wasn't right
They had me fooled for a minute and then I saw the truth

None of them got what it takes to be a future baby mama
Gotta bend in the wind but don't break to keep your man
Show me one of them and I'll make her mine with no more drama
Future baby mama

I've heard it said that I won't treat you right
But they ain't sure 'cos they don't know nothing about you
You're too secure to ever want to fuss and fight
That's why your man never ever got a reason to doubt you

None of them got what it takes to be a future baby mama
Bend in the wind but don't break to keep your man
Show me one of them and I'll make her mine, no more drama
Future baby mama

Yeah, I know you might be fine but I've seen it all before
Cinderella was a waste of time and oops, she's out the door
To build a house together, the thing that matters more
Is under the floor, a strong foundation that last forever more

I'm gon' to make you happy, baby, happier than happy itself
You know what? If you'll ever need a hand, call me, I'll help
'Cos I got you, anywhere you wanna go
Paris, London, Africa, San Lucas, Mexico, you see

I know what you want, what every good woman wants
A man so in love with you, he can't help but to flaunt you
Deep down, I know what you want
You want your girlfriends to hate you 'cos they can't get your man

None of them got what it takes to be a future baby mama
Gotta bend in the wind but don't break to keep your man
Show me one of them and I'll make her mine, no more drama
Future baby mama, future baby mama, future baby mama

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Mama'S Always On Stage - Lyrics - Arrested Development

Title: Mama'S Always On Stage
Artist: Arrested Development
Composer(s): Thomas Todd, Buddy Guy, Junior Wells

Lyric:
Hey brand new Mama, I understand
It's hard as hell being a young mother and
You need support your conscious told you not to abort
So to your child you're a hero of some sort

But hey, the worst is over, you're ready to do this
I got faith and your baby renewed this faith
That everything will be fine
Now an adult, no more youth time

We'll be there just give us a ring
We will help you to raise that king
Word to the mother
'Cause it's a black thing

I respect you in a strong way
Super late nights 'cause your baby slept all day
But Mama don't sleep, your life's a turning page

Mama's always on stage
Mama's always on stage
Mama's always on stage
Mama's always on stage

Hey, let me guess, you're bored
Wanna get loose, attack the dance floor
Cool, I'll hold her, you have a good time
I'll keep your baby awake so baby sleeps after nine

This is reality, we need to turn our minds
Brothers talking revolution but leave their babies behind
Well sister, he's a sucker, just leave 'em be
The revolution is now up to brothers like me

To step in 'cause your man stepped out
To raise the children, no doubt
So let's go to it and possibly
Bring a generation of nat's in the future, see

I respect you in a strong way
Super late nights 'cause your baby slept all day
But Mama don't sleep, your life's a turning page
Mama's always on stage
Keep up your strength now 'cause we must grow somehow baby

Mama is always on stage
Mama's always on stage
Mama's always on stage
Mama's always on stage

Here we go
Can't be a revolution without women
Can't be a revolution without children
I improved throughout my life
All of this just to soothe a wife

Brothers wear your black clothes
Talk your 5 percent talk
Words of wisdom should be ways of wisdom
That's exactly how you must walk

Life's too short, your mission's too dire
Nurture another mind before yours expires
Pass it on, push it along
Like the brother said it in that one song

We respect you all the way
Late, late nights 'cause your baby slept all day
But Mama's got to stay strong, carry it on
Hey, Mama's on stage, on stage

Mama's always on stage
Mama's always on stage
Mama's on stage
Mama's always on stage
Here we go

Mommy's a cheap girl

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Jingling Baby (Remixed But Shill Jingling) - Lyrics - Mama Said Knock You Out - Ll Cool J

Title: Jingling Baby (Remixed But Shill Jingling)
Album: Mama Said Knock You Out
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Dennis Coffey, B Latture, James T Smith, Dwayne Simon

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Lyric:
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

Uncle L, Future of the Funk Records, I recorded minus all the junk
People spread gossip and believe what they must
But I slam dunk and make 'em bite the dust
A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed
And put him in a bucket like it's chicken feed
Check out the pick of the litter, not a quitter, I'm nice
And I'ma dust you off and dust you off twice

You never heard this so observant all hysterical fan
Natics of the Asiatic Miracle Man
Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I'm Real
Another brother's fan? Forget how you feel
He's so so, I got the instinct, they call me Deputy Dog
Now put your booty in the clink
You dance to the Marty Mars remix single love
Let me see your earrings jingle love

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

I chopped you, chewed you, baked you and stewed you
That stopped you pop, you need to stop, you're kind of rude you
No good niggaboo tryin' to base
How we livin' Holmes? Get out my face
I'm complete, in effect, and I can't fall
I rise, suprise, and I advise you all
to stand back and peep, don't sleep or doubt
My skill'll get ill, I turn the mother out

I'm top notch, you're playin hop-scotch
Now I'ma do ya while the party people watch
You're real funny, you really try to go for yours
But I know why you ain't had no dough before
So you tried and lied to drain my fame
This ain't a game, yo, you know my name
Innovatin', devastatin' and dope on a single, now
Dance on my remix single

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

When you first walked in, I ain't know what to think
'Cause you grabbed the microphone like your booty don't stink
And tried to run down that I can't get over that
Job a too, you were sayin' you call that a battle rap?
How you gonna go against an army with a handgun?
I'm L..L, if you don't understand, son, I'm a legend, on top of that I'm livin'
Now you look boogy like that bum Ms.Givens

Whoever geesed you nah, how should I say it?
Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it
'Cause man, yo, I feel for you brother, I'm a bad word to the mother
Takin' out suckers while the ladies pucker
Rollin' over punks like a redneck trucker
Innovatin', devastatin' they dope on a single, now
Lemme see your earrings jingle

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
Right now

Jjinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Yeah, go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Come on go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Yeah, do it, baby

Can't believe you tried to grip the same mic as me
Your grip's too weak, you can't hold it, B
You can dream of makin' progress and gettin' this nice
But when I roll up, it's like Hip Hop Vice
Serve the curbs, I never swerve I'm superb
Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves
Played your hand, lost track of your plan
When I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man

Play you like a poker chip, that's what you get
I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met
The titan of fightin', excitin' when writin', you triflin' toy boy
I gotta enlighten, so start bitin'
You know you can't create and get mean like this
When I'm on the court G, it's strictly Swish

When it's all over, said and done, my friend
They say, L..L Cool J just scored again
So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop
Here's your token back, you're gettin' off at the next stop
I'ma deliver and give my speech with vigor
Pass the wine cool you big black

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Yeah, go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

I used to stay in New York City
I used to stay in New York City
I used to stay in New York City
I used to stay in New York City

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Baby'S Gone Home To Mama - Lyrics - Your Man - Josh Turner

Title: Baby'S Gone Home To Mama
Album: Your Man
Artist: Josh Turner
Composer(s): Herb Mccullough, Shawn Camp

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Lyric:
Rains comin' down on the roof of my trailer house
With my luck I'd probably step outside and drown
How long will it take to get used to this doin' without
Guess I'll just lay around in my pajamas
Baby's gone home to Mama

Baby's gone home, she left me alone
But she said she'd phone me sometime
Sad old song, left me long gone outta my mind
Well, we did our best but we didn't have enough in common
Sittin' here lonesome, baby's gone home to Mama

Glance through the paper lookin' for somethin' to read
Even the funnies weren't that funny to me
It's written in the stars the future was plain to see, yeah
Might've known she'd leave if I'd read Nostradamus
Baby's gone home to Mama

Baby's gone home, she left me alone
But she said she'd phone me sometime
Sad old song, left me long gone outta my mind
Well, we did our best but we didn't have enough in common
Sittin' here lonesome, baby's gone home to Mama

Y'all, I miss her a lot but at least she took the little Chiwawa
Sittin' here lonesome, baby's gone home to Mama
Baby's long gone, baby's gone home to Mama

She's gone
Oh, sittin' here in my pajamas, my pajamas
Just like she took that stupid little dog, looked more like a rat

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Slow Down - Lyrics - Voyage To India - India Arie

Title: Slow Down
Album: Voyage To India
Artist: India Arie
Composer(s): Robert Quinones, India Arie, A Roberson, Shannon Sanders

Lyric:
So far from where I started out
And so far from where I wanna be
Listening for answers in the wind
But can't find a rock to plant my feet

Looking for love in all the wrong places
Down on my knees and now I'm praying for patience
I know there's gotta be a better way
In the back of my mind I hear my momma say

Slow down, baby you're going too fast
You got you hands in the air with you feet on the gas
You're 'bout to wreck your future running from your past
You need to slow down baby

Thinking the faster that I go
The faster that I will reach my goal
The race is not given to the swift
But to the one who endureth

I thought that all my obstacles were behind me
Walking around like I'm made out of diamond
I tripped and fell and it reminded me
To move over and let my angels guide me

Slow down, baby you're going too fast
You got you hands in the air with you feet on the gas
You're 'bout to wreck your future running from your past
You need to slow down baby

Sometimes you gotta
(Be still)
Before you can get ahead
(Be still)
Ask the universe for help
(Be real)
You can't do it all by yourself, no no
(No)

Sometimes, sometimes you gotta
(Be still)
It take some time to reach you and they oh love
(Be still)
Take some time to clear your space
(Be real)
Chaos isn't good for your health, no no

Baby you in the end, oh yeah

'Cause I'm breaking things and I'm losing things
I lost my cell phone again the other day
That, I don't wanna live this way, no
In the back of my mind I hear my mama say

Slow down, baby you're going too fast
You got you hands in the air with you feet on the gas
You're 'bout to wreck your future running from your past
You need to slow down baby

Slow down baby you're going too fast
(Slow down baby)
(Slow down baby)
Feet on the gas
(Slow down baby)
Run from your past

Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby

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Holla At Me Baby - Lyrics - Dj Khaled

Title: Holla At Me Baby
Artist: Dj Khaled
Composer(s): Paul Wall, Armando Christian Perez, Khaled Khaled, Joseph Cartagena, Dwayne Carter

Lyric:
You got the right one, it's wheezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let the woman taste me
Okay now I'm with Khaled, we wilin' in Miami
We got a bunch of bitches, we pile ?em in the Phantom

They follow us to mansion but I don't mean the club
I'm talking bout my crib, mama I'm trying to fuck
It's cash money baby, it's young money bitch
Now you can swallow that or you can suck a dick

Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't a Fresh Prince
Nigga I'm a young king, nigga I'm a Bun B

Yup, I go hard, ask my broad
Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain't lookin' at y'all
(She can't see)
The rest goes without me having to say
I say, go, go, go, go
(DJ)

Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
(Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist
(Holla at me baby)

I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this
(Holla at me baby)
You can see me from afar, I'm the shit
Scream at me, ?What it do, what it is??
(What it do?)

It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker
Chunk a deuce, sip a deuce, pourin' a big Goose vodka
Lone Star beast straight up out the H
Sure stoppin' all the hate, sippin' on the ski taste

I got the INS on my tail, immigration still harass
?Cause they see me in a foreign ridin' on imported glass
Gettin' cash is my number one task
Until I'm under the grass, that's why I'm top of the class

I'm a grit boy lookin' for an ass like Ketoy
Leave a bitch back all nutty like Almond Joy
My boy toy IE got to sleep and eat
Got the sweets and who got the freaks?

Beat it up like an ass whipping
The album dropped and there's been a lot of ass kissing
But I ain't trippin', I'm trill
That's why I'm postin' with Khaled ?cause he real one
A hundred baby, like the bill
Holla at me baby

Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
(Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist
(Holla at me baby)

I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this
(Holla at me baby)
You can see me from afar, I'm the shit
Scream at me, ?What it do, what it is??
(What it do?)

Nah homie, you done got it fucked up
You ain't got as much money as us, nope
We sent Campbell in ?cause he got goggles on
And he's pushing something far and it's fucked

Now all I gotta do is push a little button quick fast
And the chopper come out of the stash
Yeah money ain't jewels, motherfucker you lose
I'll make you do the Fuck Sean Comb dance, follow me now

Who wanna come test the kid?
Have your baby mama bless the team
Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that
She a motherfuckin' sex machine
Holla at me baby

Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
(Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist
(Holla at me baby)

I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this
(Holla at me baby)
You can see me from afar, I'm the shit
Scream at me, ?What it do, what it is??
(What it do?)

Stuntin' in a magnum, ridin' with my hat low
Forty-five magnum, barrel full of air holes
Dade County, represent, Dopeboy ever since
Know that I'ma veteran, million dollar residence

Rick Ross, big chips, AK's, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I want my shit bitch, go and check your senses

Known for the Benz's, chrome on the Bentley's
Smokin' on the Mentley's, Dade County big cheese
Flip soft, whip that, Rick Ross rip that
Khaled go hard dawg, talk to ?em Paul Wall

Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
(Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist
(Holla at me baby)

I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this
(Holla at me baby)
You can see me from afar, I'm the shit
Scream at me, ?What it do, what it is??
(What it do?)

It's Mr. 3-0-5 a.k.a
Mr. Snort yay, spit rocks, made in Dade
I owe my future to last name Campbell, first name Luther
The gun-shine state where they shoot ya

Bought him the crib, what it do, what it is?
Bust a clip, flip a brick, hey buddy where's the lick?
That's all we talk about, well welcome to the South
We in, get the bread, then we out, no doubt

Harlas and priests, these boys dirty
They'll fuck your mother, sister, daughter and nieces
Ahora loca, mueve la cadera
Abre la boca y viene la madera

Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
(Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist
(Holla at me baby)

I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this
(Holla at me baby)
You can see me from afar, I'm the shit
Scream at me, ?What it do, what it is??
(What it do?)

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Confessin' The Blues - Lyrics - Chuck Berry

Title: Confessin' The Blues
Artist: Chuck Berry
Composer(s): Jay Mcshann, Walter Brown

Lyric:
Baby, here I stand before you
With my heart in my hand
I put it to you mama
Hoping that you'll understand

Hey yeah, baby
Mama, please don't dog me 'round
I would rather love you, baby
Than anyone else I know in town

This is my confession, mama
And I fell by all your charm
It seems that I'm in Heaven, mama
When you hold me in your arms

Well, baby
Can I have you for myself?
If I can't have you, baby
I don't want nobody else

Oh, when my days are long and dreary
And the sun refuse to shine
I would never weep low and lonely
If I knew that you were mine

Well, baby
Make everything alright
And I have you too baby
Or will it be tomorrow night

Well, baby
Don't you want a man like me
Well, baby
Don't you want a man like me
You think only about the future
Forget it about your used to be

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Unconditional Love - Lyrics - 2Pac- Greatest Hits - 2pac

Title: Unconditional Love
Album: 2Pac- Greatest Hits
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Shakur Tupac, J Jackson

Lyric:
What y'all want?
Unconditional Love
No doubt

Talking 'bout the stuff that don't wear off
It don't fade, it'll last for all these crazy days
These crazy nights, whether you wrong or you right
I'm a still love you, still feel you, still there for you
No matter what, you will always be in my heart
With unconditional love

Come, listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings
All my peers doing years beyond drug dealing
How many caskets can we witness before we see it's hard to live
This life without God, so we must ask forgiveness
Ask mama, why I got this urge to die

Witness the tears falling free from my eyes before she could reply
Though we were born without a silver spoon
My broken down TV, show cartoons in my living room
One day I hope to make it a player in this game
Mama don't cry, long as we try maybe things change

Perhaps it's just a fantasy a life where we don't need no welfare
Shit with our whole family maybe it's me that caused it the fighting
And the hurting in my room crying 'cause I didn't want to be a burden
Watch mama open up her arms to hugging
And I ain't worried 'bout a damn thang with unconditional love

In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So, you will always be in my heart with unconditional love

In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So, you will always be in my heart with unconditional love

Just got the message, you've been calling all week, been out here
Hustling on these streets ain't had a chance to speak but you know
With you and me it's on G, we could never be enemies 'cause you been
Such a good friend to me, where would I be without my dogs? No wonder
Why, when times get hard 'cause it ain't easy being who we are

Driven by my ambitions, desire higher positions
So, I proceed to make Gs, eternally in my mission
Is to be more than just a rap musician, the elevation of today's generation
If could make 'em listen, prison ain't what we need, no longer stuck in greed
Time to plan and strategize, my family's gotta eat

When we make somethin' out of nothing, no pleasure in the suffering
Neighborhood would be good if they could cut out all the busting
The liquor and the weed the cussing, sending love out to my block
The struggle never stops unconditional love

In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So, you will always be in my heart with unconditional love

In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So, you will always be in my heart with unconditional love

I'll probably never understand ya ways with everyday I swear, I hear ya
Trying to change your ways while gettin' paid at the same time
Just had a baby with the same eyes, something inside please let me die
These are strange times, how come I never made it? Maybe it's the way
I played it in my heart, I knew one day I gotta be a star

My hopes and all my wishes so many vivid pictures and all the currency
I'll never even get to see this fast life soon shatter us
'Cause after all the lights and screams nothing but my dreams matter
Hoping for better days maybe a peaceful night, baby, don't cry

'Cause everythang gonna be alright, just lay your head on my shoulder
Don't worry 'bout a thang, baby girl, I'm a soldier
Never treated me bad, no matter who I was
You still came with that unconditional love

In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So, you will always be in my heart with unconditional love

In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So, you will always be in my heart with unconditional love

In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me

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Yo - Sign Me Up - Lyrics - In My Own Words - Ne

Title: Yo - Sign Me Up
Album: In My Own Words
Artist: Ne
Composer(s): Shaffer Smith, Theron Otis Feemster

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Lyric:
Oh, compound we got one now baby, woo
Nephew, I see you boy, Ne-Yo
Let's go, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Girl, what you want
Big chips is it? New whips?
A nice boot with jeans that just fit
Her perfection how they stick to 'em hips?

She's so serious
Ohh, your walk is just vicious, delicious
Millionaire's wife so above mistress
And lookin' at me come get this

This one is a superstar
Can I be the sky that you shine in?
Dedicated I put the time in
Shorty that's the frame of mind I'm in

Let me show you who you are
Can you be my present and future?
Can I show ya things ya not used to?
Baby, where's the contract?

Shorty won't ya sign me up, won't you put me down?
I just wanna rock wit' you, rock wit' you, baby
You lookin' for a real love this is real love
Sign me up, sign me up, sign me up, baby

Could I be worth your time?
'Cause you've got my attention
I wanna make this connection
Not now but right now, girl

Show me the dotted line
'Cause I'm sold on this sugar
I wanna be everything to ya
Just tell me what I got to do, girl

This one is a superstar
Can I be the sky that you shine in?
Dedicated I put the time in
Shorty, that's the frame of mind I'm in

Let me show you who you are
Can you be my present and future?
Can I show ya things ya not used to?
Shorty where's the contract?

Shorty won't ya sign me up, won't you put me down?
I just wanna rock wit you, rock wit you, baby
You lookin' for a real love this is real love
Sign me up, sign me up, sign me up, baby

Ooh, you make the room stop, huh
Sit back and just watch
'Cause you bad than a mother
Can we make this thing for real?

Girl, 'cause I got more than enough
Just sign me up
I wanna be down with this program
Tell me what the deal, oh yeah

Shorty won't ya sign me up, won't you put me down?
I just wanna rock wit you, rock wit you, baby
You lookin' for a real love this is real love
Sign me up, sign me up, sign me up, baby

Huh, Ne-Yo, compound, yeah
Sign me up lil' mama, real love this is real love

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What'S My Name - Lyrics - Chris Brown - Chris Brown

Title: What'S My Name
Album: Chris Brown
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Chris Brown, Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Anton Valenzano, Noah Iv Stephens

Lyric:
I'd like to introduce to you
The future, the young new R&B prince, Chris Brown, spit flame
And me, stick around this yo boy, Chris Brown

Ma have you ever seen a four door machine
When them thangs swing open?
(Girl, picture that)
Have you ever traveled upon
A yacht sail across the ocean?
(Girl, picture that)

Tell me, have you ever seen a star
Shoot across a night sky from a G45
Can you picture it?
Matter fact picture you and me living it

I know I'm just a youngin' but girl I'm in a good groove, right zone
I just need a year or two
Let me stack this paper
I'ma keep the lights on, let me show you what a hit single can do

And we can act a fool wit it
So much diamonds you won't know what to do wit it
What's my name? The name Chris Brown from Virginia ask about me They'll tell you I'm the truth wit it

C to H to the R I S
I know you like it mama just say yes
And if you didn't know now you know I'm a pro
I can go on and on and on

C to H to the R I S
I know you like it mama just say yes
And if you didn't know now you know I'm a pro
I can go on and on and on

I know I may sound a little out there
But the south of France I'm tryna take you out there girl
Take my hand and we can walk up out there with brand new bags
Now tell me how does that sound girl

It's crazy how I'm feelin' you
Damn, I gotta get you to see
Girl, yo style is so sensual slide
Your number and just roll with me

I know I'm just a youngin' but girl I'm in a good groove, right zone
I just need a year or two
Let me stack this paper
I'ma keep the lights on, let me show you what a hit single can do

And we can act a fool wit it
So much diamonds you won't know what to do wit it
What's my name? The name Chris Brown from Virginia ask about me They'll tell you I'm the truth wit it

C to H to the R I S
I know you like it mama just say yes
And if you didn't know now you know I'm a pro
I can go on and on and on

C to H to the R I S
I know you like it mama just say yes
And if you didn't know now you know I'm a pro
I can go on and on and on

I see money, money, money everywhere I go
Baby, I'ma cash boy, so where my dough
Girl, I know when you hear my flow
Plus all the honies love me when I wear my fro

A yo, lil mama, I'm known as a Charma
Betta' known as that boy Chevy Impala
Shorty, we can creep while you in yo pajamas
Then we can sip margaritas in the Bahamas

Amiga, Amiga, let's flee to Aruba
We can ride now I got the keys to the crusier
You can be with me ain't gotta be with a loser
Do what it do, let me see you on the move

C to H to the R I S
I know you like it mama just say yes
And if you didn't know now you know I'm a pro
I can go on and on and on

C to H to the R I S
I know you like it mama just say yes
And if you didn't know now you know I'm a pro
I can go on and on and on

It's Chris Brown, ma, you need to stop playin'
You know what you want
You know what you need and I do too
Come with me, take it back, take it back
Bring it back, bring it back

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I Smell Pussy - Lyrics - 50 Cent Is The Future - 50 Cent

Title: I Smell Pussy
Album: 50 Cent Is The Future
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): R Kelly, C Jackson, C Woodward, C Henderson, S Anderson, M Bernard, C Lloyd

Lyric:
Son, you smell that? What's that?
I smell pussy, is that you Irv?
I smell pussy, is that you Ja?
I smell pussy, is that you Black?
I smell pussy, is that you Tah?

Y'all niggas is pussy
I'm ballin' now nigga now watch me
(Watch me)
Ain't nothin' you can do to stop me
(Stop me)
You niggas get so emotional
(Emotional)

You remind me of my bitch
It's not in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe
But she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her
(Leave her)
Like being on probation makin' it harder for me to except her

As my own, she tries to tie up my phone and
(Phone and)
I'm not at home, she's thinkin' that I'm not alone
Probably out tryin' to bone anythin' in the street
I let her know she can leave, I ain't tryin' to tie her up but see

It's hard to fuck with somebody after she touches me mami
I'm not your regular nigga, I know the game
(I know the game)
But I don't play by the rules
I'm focusin' on my moves that way I'll never lose
See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz's with 22's

Say, I confuse, you play little tricks with your head
Catchin' feelin's ever since the first time I slept in your bed
I'm not here to tease you, mislead you or mess up your dreams
(Nah)
I can't say I love you, I don't know what that means, I'ma pimp

Girl, you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to ecstasy without taking extasy

Girl, you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to ecstasy without taking extasy

When I first met her, I did anything to get her
(What?)
Paid all her bills and filled the 'fridgerator
Reminiscin' on late nights when I try to lay up
But couldn't get off, 'cause your baby would stay up

She even crashed the whip tryin' to switch in the third lane
That's when I realized this bitch was a bird brain
A pigeon writin' her baby pops in the box in the prison
Sing-sing is where he biddin'

She in the Gucci tights and Findi high heals
Baby wipes and cans of Infamil
Motor bike and grams of fish scale
It's a nine to five niggas with no frills

Turnin' young niggas with princables to old men with debts
And all the prank calls was death threats
That bitch had the best sex all across the globe
And the bitch head game was out of control

Girl, you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to ecstasy without taking extasy

Girl, you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to ecstasy without taking extasy

I'm wonderin' when I'm gone if you'll miss me
(Miss me)
Or do you miss the Don Perion and the Cristy
I'm fuckin' with you
I'm feelin' your shape, I'm feelin' your eyes
Later on I'm feelin' your ass and feelin' your thighs
(Come here, baby)

Sweet heart you're book smart and street smart
I knew you was my type from the very, very start
(Yeah)
I'm into tongue kissin' and four play all day
Mama ain't home so the noise is okay

O.D.B you know he like it the raw way
Latex safe sex no hickeys on the neck
Now you learnin'
The Lords blessin' makes me wiser as the world's turnin'
My tongue touch the right spot have your toes curlin'

Whether we're just kickin' it or sexin', I'm a pro, baby girl
I spit game to perfection
(Yeah)
So when niggas make mistakes I correct them
And when niggas get out of line I check them man

Girl, you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to ecstasy without taking extasy

Girl, you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to ecstasy without taking extasy

Yeah, don't think I forgot about your fat ass though Irv
Runnin' around, takin' pictures
Like you Puff Daddy and the family, mothafucka
And that bitch Charli Baltimore

Bitch look like she died last week pale as fuck
Paint her hair red think she gone sell records
Tryin' to impersonate Pink and shit bitch
Punk ass mothafuckas

All you mothafuckas get wrote on nigga
Ain't no mothafuckas leave her alone
'Cause she a bitch fuck that nigga
Fuck all of it but not you Ashanti, baby
You know how I feel about you, baby
(Kiss)

Come on, come here, girl
Come on, gimme some love, girl
Fuck Irv Gotti you know how me and you do baby
You know they say I'm sexy now
Hey, Irv, your mama got a thing for me

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All Night Long - Lyrics - The Evolution of Robin Thicke - Robin Thicke

Title: All Night Long
Album: The Evolution of Robin Thicke
Artist: Robin Thicke
Composer(s): Robert Louis Daniels, James Gass, Dwayne Carter, Robin A Thicke

Lyric:
All night long I wait

Yeah, hey mama, kick him at the bed, I'm comin' over
Got somethin' to show ya, behold your eyes
I's wanna hold ya, just hold ya tight
Like a four leaf cover, I be goin' through

Your flowers, baby, your garden's open
A sight for sore eyes, good Lord, I'm focused
I can hardly notice anythin' other than
The woman with the face of my future baby mother

I'm a big man, she's a big girl
Put on them heels and put on that skirt
She wants to get naughty, we can get bad
She's a good girl with the good girl dance

I'm ice cream, she's a hot swirl
We can get married and live in our world
Let's play rough, we can get wild
I could go home but I'll stay, cheat but I won't

So I go by Weezy, love me or leave me
I hate to leave her, I think I need her
She's such a teaser, such a deeper
Yeah, we park it right here, baby, fuckin' need her

Do it to me, baby, I could be your receiver
Call me in the last minute and I can be your reliever
Call me at the last minute, I'll be there even
Late night, early mornin' or maybe this evenin'

She ain't no stunt, she ain't no filly
I wanna get mad but then not really
She's so fly, I could get mine
But I do it much better with her by my side

Love is alright, we gon' get blitzed tonight
All my girls wanna make that money
All my thugs wanna take that money
All night long, I'm a milk that honey so

All night long I wait for your lovin', babe
All night long I wait to tear you to pieces
All night long I wait for your lovin', babe
All night long I wait, all night long

All night long I wait to see you, babe
And watch the sun rise in your face
All night long I wait for you to play
And let my open arms take you away

She say she wanna be the one I get next to
Yes, boo, let's do that, who that?
You that one I want to be the one I get next to
Let's move, get you to the crib

Now, I see you musta one I wanna give sex to
Sex you, sexy you, you sexy devil, you
And you lookin' like you single
Thank you, have yourself a drink, I drink too

Saw you when I came through
Now I can't do nothin' if it ain't you
It's Wayne, boo, I don't do what them lames do
I come at you from a whole other angle

Now one time for the ladies in the high skirts
Two time for the ladies in the tight jeans
Three time for the ladies who ain't
Got no panties on, let's go home

All night long I wait for your lovin', babe
All night long I wait to tear you to pieces
All night long I wait for your lovin', babe
All night long I wait, all night long

All night long I wait for your lovin', babe
All night long I wait to tear you to pieces
All night long I wait for your lovin', babe
All night long I wait, all night long

All night long I wait for your lovin', babe
All night long I wait, all night long
All night long I wait for your lovin', babe
All night long I wait

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Appreciate - Lyrics - Pete Rock

Title: Appreciate
Artist: Pete Rock
Composer(s): Denosh Bennett, Corey Penn, Pete Phillips

Lyric:
Ain't no second time to appreciate
Ain't no second time to appreciate
Ain't no second time to appreciate
Ain't no second time to appreciate
Ain't no second time to appreciate

First of all, you better count your blessings
When you got C.L. now you got bad boy, your connections
In return, while we live and we learn then you know what it is
To only build a bigger future for the kids

In peace, in war, let's take it to the floor
Every time we take two steps the crowd takes four
Lay the heat, how I come to the street, how I cut through the beef
Let me handle that, that's why you make me chief

It's packed, what they want in this here
Can we weather the storm, six minutes, C.L. Smooth you're on
All the anger and the fear was in the dressing room prayer
That we came out to light it up and put it in the air

That's real, so holler back at ya boy, step aside Leroy
To all my ladies, who want tickets, enjoy
'Cause I spit it and you gotta get with it and you'll never forget it
Yes, I want the best out, count 'em all

Ain't no second time to appreciate
To the fans and to all my people that supported us
Ain't no second time to appreciate
To the mama and the daddy and everything they taught us

Ain't no second time to appreciate
Tell them kids they gotta stay in school or ride with us
Ain't no second time to appreciate
When it all goes down, baby, all we got is us

You tell 'em this is history in the making, avoiding disasters
This run is for the green jacket, I fit the masters
My crew havin' business, save, put it in through my office
The security is tight and the secretary is gorgeous

That's official, me and Pete in the lab, that's what they want
Pushin' that real hip hop up to the front
The game's been good to me, preserved my youth
Not only did it capture my goals and told me the truth

Look out my hustle, made a living, paid and driven
See why they tour around the world came to save us from prison
It's great, I rather love than hate
You think it fell out the sky, I'm here to tell you, why believe in faith

Hard work payin' of and them wishes comin' true
Bolt open and you out to lunch and left us two
Now you know we can't let that pass to get that cash
We in the big numbers, count 'em all

Ain't no second time to appreciate
To the fans and to all my people that supported us
Ain't no second time to appreciate
To the mama and the daddy and everything they taught us

Ain't no second time to appreciate
Tell them kids they gotta stay in school or ride with us
Ain't no second time to appreciate
When it all goes down, baby, all we got is us

Why my uncle doc left me everything when he died
And when pop passed, two weeks later I cried
And when great grandma left it all went crazy now
All I had left was grandma Pam, that's my baby

Can't talk bad about me, she tell 'em why we need to give her
All those roses while she could smell 'em
I live this moment used to stay how we was
How my mother came to her in a dream and told her

Corey will come out of this deep dark depression, stand by me
Give my insight a resurrection and heal me
And feel me, what you got is to love, got a thing
This little woman who brought back the thug, let's grind

Ghetto's of the mind while I'm in my prime
I left, so y'all can catch up, I'm ahead of my time
Your legacy and that lazy boy say it ain't fear
My next generation triple my digits, add 'em up like

Ain't no second time to appreciate
To the fans and to all my people that supported us
Ain't no second time to appreciate
To the mama and the daddy and everything they taught us

Ain't no second time to appreciate
Tell them kids they gotta stay in school or ride with us
Ain't no second time to appreciate
When it all goes down, baby, all we got is us

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Every Little Girl'S Dream - Lyrics - Jo Dee Messina - Jo Dee Messina

Title: Every Little Girl'S Dream
Album: Jo Dee Messina
Artist: Jo Dee Messina
Composer(s): Kenny Mims, Dave Loggins

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Lyric:
I remember when I was a little girl
Growin' up livin' in my own little world
So it seemed
I had my dolls and dreams

Mama was always there to comfort me
And her love
Wasn't nothin' quite like it
In the world that I knew of

Before I knew it
I was standing in my teens
Sweet little boy with his
Strong young arm holdin' me

I remember the first time I felt his kiss
Oh, it like to drove me crazy
And I remember sayin'
"I never felt nothin' like this"

So I went and asked mama
"Can you tell me what it means?"
And she said, "You're in love
And that's every little girls dream"

"Baby, what you've found
Is every little girls dream"

So I said, "Mama, does love ever last?"
She says, "Where by now let the future come to pass
Just understand and enjoy what you've found
And listen to it just as long as your heart is sound"

And love, there ain't nothin' quite like it
In the world anybody knows of
'Cause there are worlds all through my teens
Same little boy with his strong young arms lovin' me

I remember the first time I felt his kiss
Oh, it like to drove me crazy
And I remember sayin'
"I never felt nothin' like this"

I remember sayin' to mama
I know just what you mean
I'm in love, and that's every little girl's dream
Woah, what I found is every little girl's dream

And I found mine and mama says
"Me too baby, once upon a time
It lifts you up, but it lets you down
There'll be another dream to bring it back around"

There's something about the first time
That keeps you rememberin'
When you've found every little girl's dream

Every little girl's dream, I found
Every little girl's dream
(I remember the first time I felt his kiss)
Every little girl's dream
(I remember sayin' I never felt nothin' like this)

Every little girl's dream
(I found someone and I fell in love)
Every little girl's dream
(I remember sayin')
("I never felt nothin' like this")

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I'M So Fly - Lyrics - The Hunger for More - Lloyd Banks

Title: I'M So Fly
Album: The Hunger for More
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): Chris Lloyd, Tim Mosley, Nathaniel Hills

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Lyric:
Yee, ayo 50
They only do it like us nigga, yee

I'm so fly, I got money so that's a good enough reason
To buy the things I buy
I'm so high, I'm on point and I can tell that you jealous
By the look in your eye
When I ride by, I don't care, G-Units goin' straight
To the top this year
Nigga, I'm so fly and I got money so that's a good enough reason
To buy the things I buy

Banks is fresh out the gutta to smooth to stutta
His cig will melt a riva like 2 scoups of butta
Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her
Grab the burna 'cuz she ain't concerned 'cuz he's a earna
My bitch lays it out real nice for me to murda
Fight, wake up n' fuck like Ike 'n' Tina Turner
It's a privilege to ride with a celeb
'Cuz them girls over three don't got a problem given head

Paranoia is on ya that's why your mama's in your bed
Fuck a rare chinchilla and bossin' mama for ya head
Where the block I'm from niggas be damn near 40 and still tuckin'
And niggas baby mama is pregnant and still fuckin'
It's either 'cuz their boyfriend is a scrub like brillow
Or 'cuz banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow
The chronic is blown for my niggas that got locked up and deported
And now they gotta go back home

I'm so fly, I got money so that's a good enough reason
To buy the things I buy
I'm so high, I'm on point and I can tell that you jealous
By the look in your eye
When I ride by and I don't care, G-Units goin' straight
To the top this year
Nigga, I'm so fly and I got money so that's a good enough reason
To buy the things I buy

Don't confuse me with these suckas 'cuz when I spit
You hear more ouus, then a skip to my lil' move at the rucka
Thank God for given Banks the gift, you think that bandana
Makes you look gangsta but all I see is a handkerchief
Nigga there's no one out the click that freeze us
Believe that 'cuz I ain't scared of shit but Jesus
Look dawg I don't roam with the poodles
Difference is I'm eating in Rome and you eatin' Roman noodles

Ya boys corrupt kid, Banks will send a bitch to the store
Just for a piece of cheesecake like puff did
You jokes cant afford these homes
Look around I got 40 clones now look down that's 40 stones
And that's only in the necklace
I'm bony and I'm reckless there's Tony in a Lexus
I'm fresh out the gutta scrap whatcha man thought
I'm in the hood with more straps than a Jan sport

I'm so fly, I got money so that's a good enough reason
To buy the things I buy
I'm so high, I'm on point and I can tell that you jealous
By the look in your eye
When I ride by, I don't care, G-units goin' straight
To the top this year
Nigga, I'm so fly and I got money so that's a good enough reason
To buy the things I buy

When I travel I know I'm gonna get stuck
'Cuz they harass us in the airport like I'm the ones that's blowin' shit up
I got the patience of a high school teacher
And a bright future, why the fuck would I have a bomb on my sneaker
Will the goody girls back of us, my heart's colder than Jack Frost is
We pack shows and attract bosses
Black clothes and my black forces
A black rose for a rats coffin, blowin' O's in that black coffin

Blowin' the road and I'm back flossin'
No one knows how much that's costin'
Fuck ass only the green moves me
I got a clean Uzi a pair of gloves and a mask from the scream movie
So if your plottin' on poppin' off, sceem smoothly
Or get a little red spatter on ya cream coogy
My name ring each state
So you ain't gotta go all the way to L.A. to get your MC eight

I'm so fly, I got money so that's a good enough reason
To buy the things I buy
I'm so high, I'm on point and I can tell that you jealous
By the look in your eye
When I ride by, I don't care, G-Units goin' straight
To the top this year
Nigga, I'm so fly, I got money so that's a good enough reason
To buy the things I buy

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Only God Can Judge Me - Lyrics - All Eyez On Me - 2pac

Title: Only God Can Judge Me
Album: All Eyez On Me
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Doug Rasheed, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Only God can judge me, is that right?
(Only God can judge me now)
(Only God baby)
Nobody else, nobody else
All you other motherfuckers get out my business
(Only God can judge me now)

Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see

And in my mind I'ma blind man doin' time
Look to my future 'cause my past, is all behind me
Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?
Everybody's dyin' tell me what's the use of tryin'

I've been trapped since birth, cautious, 'cause I'm cursed
And fantasies of my family, in a hearse
And they say it's the white man I should fear
But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' here

I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side
Jealousy inside, make 'em wish I died
Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin' for
Everybody's droppin' got me knockin' on heaven's door

And all my memories, of seein' brothers bleed
And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees
Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix
'Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Only God can judge me
(Only God can judge me, only God)
That's right baby, yeah baby
(Only God can judge me)

(Only God can judge me, only God)
Only God can judge me
And only God can

(Only God can judge me, only God)
Only God can judge me
(Only God can judge me, only God)
Only God can judge me
(Only God can judge me now)
Flatline

I hear the doctor standing over me screamin' I can make it
Got a body full of bullet holes layin' here naked
Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV
'Cause every time I breathe, I think they killin' me

I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantasies
I wake up stranglin', danglin' my bed sheets
I call the nurse 'cause it hurts, to reminisce
How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss

Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here
'Cause even thugs cry, but do the Lord care?
Try to remember, but it hurts
I'm walkin' through the cemetery talkin' to the dirt

I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward
There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power
Is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state
And our fate, is a lifetime I hate

Dear mama, can you save me? And fuck peace
'Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat
No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped
And they wonder why we suicidal runnin' 'round strapped
Mista, Police, please try to see that it's
A million motherfuckers stressin' just like me

Only God can judge me
(Only God can judge me, only God)
Only God can judge me

(Only God can judge me, only God)
Only God can judge me
(Only God can judge me)

(Only God can judge me, only God)
Only God can judge me
(Only God can judge me now)

That which does not kill me can only make me stronger
(That's for real)
And I don't see why everybody feel as though
That they gotta tell me how to live my life
(You know?)
Let me live baby, let me live

Pac I feel ya, keep servin' it on the reala
For instance say a playa hatin' mark is out to kill ya
Would you be wrong, for buckin' a nigga to the pavement?
He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin'

Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law
So judge us when we get to where we're goin' wearin' a cross, that's real
Got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him
Sold a half a million tapes now everybody want him

After talkin' behind my back like a bitch would
Tellin' them niggaz, "You can fade him", punk I wish you would
It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place
To get your safe, knowin' you on that paper chase

Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch
My new shit is so fetti already sold a key of ounce
Bitch, remember Tupac and 4-Tay
Them same two brothers dodgin' bullets representin' the Bay

Pac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around
Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown
That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies
Don't think I don't see you haters, I know you all in disguise

Guess you figure you know me 'cause I'm a thug
That love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz
Been livin' lavish like a player all day
Now I'm 'bout to floss 'em off, player shit with 4-Tay

Only God can judge me
(Only God can judge me, only God)
Only God can judge me

(Only God can judge me, only God)
That's real
Only God can judge me
(Only God can judge me now)

(Only God can judge me, only God)
Only God can judge me
(Only God can judge me, only God)
Only God can judge me
(Only God can judge me now)

Only God man
That right?
That's real
(Only God can judge me now)
Fuck everybody else, yaknowhatI'msayin'?
(Only God can judge me now)

Man, look here man
My only fear of death is comin' back to this bitch reincarnated
(Only God can judge me now)
That's for the homey mental
We up out
(Only God can judge me now)

Only God can judge me now
Only God can judge me now
Only God can judge me now

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Wild Weekend - Lyrics - Bill Anderson

Title: Wild Weekend
Artist: Bill Anderson
Composer(s): Bill Anderson

Lyric:
Got the alarm clock set for seven
Got the taxi called for nine
Plane takes off at eleven
And I gotta be there on time

Told the boss I was going to my mother's
Told mama I was gonna see a friend
Don't want no one to know I'm slippin'
Out of town on a wild weekend

Gonna have a wild weekend
Gonna have a wild weekend
With the pretty little, blond haired, blue eyed darling
Gonna have a wild weekend

Well, we might go up to the mountains
We might go down to the sea
Somewhere off from the big wide world
Just my baby and me

Baby's gonna cook me breakfast
Baby's gonna tuck me in
Baby's gonna warm my cold, cold lips
With kisses on a wild weekend

Gonna have a wild weekend
Gonna have a wild weekend
With the pretty little, blond haired, blue eyed darling
Gonna have a wild weekend

I guess we'll talk about the future
Make a lotta plans and stuff
Mostly though we're just gonna sit
By the fire and make a lotta love

Every man oughta try it
Least one time in his life
Just get away on a wild weekend
Like I'm gonna do with my wife

Gonna have a wild weekend
Gonna have a wild weekend
With the pretty little mother of my two children
Gonna have a wild weekend

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