Get Mine, Get Yours - Lyrics - Stripped - Christina Aguilera

Title: Get Mine, Get Yours
Album: Stripped
Artist: Christina Aguilera
Composer(s): Balewa Muhammad, Christina Aguilera, Steve Morales, David Siegel

Lyric:
Baby, you pretend that things
Ain't what they seem
All this tension tellin' me
Just exactly what we should be

Now I don't mind us bein'
Some kinda casual thing
Listen all I want to do for now
Is have you come and take all of me

Can you put your hands on my waistline?
Want your skin up against mine
Move my hips to the baseline
Let me get mine, you get yours

Hang a "Please don't disturb" sign
Put my back into a slow grind
Sending chills up and down my spine
Let me get mine' you get yours

If you see me with a man
Understand that you can't question me
The feeling's that you caught
Ain't my fault, can't help your jealousy

If you can handle the fact
That what we have has get to be commitment free
Then we can keep this undercover lovin'
Comin' hidden underneath the sheets

Can you put your hands on my waistline?
Want your skin up against mine
Move my hips to the baseline
Let me get mine, you get yours

Hang a "Please don't disturb" sign
Put my back into a slow grind
Sending chills up and down my spine
Let me get mine, you get yours

Come on and freak my body we can get nasty, naughty
All night a private party gotta hit that spot just right
Work me like a 9 to 5

It ain't about the kissin' and huggin' 'cause this is a physical lovin'
Straight sweatin', our bodies are rubbin' gotta hit that spot just right
Work me like a 9 to 5

We have a physical thing we make love, but don't fall in love
Let me get mine you get yours
We spend time just enough so you get yours and I get mine
No strings attached, I want your body not your heart

Put your hands on my waistline
Want your skin up against mine
Move my hips to the baseline
Let me get mine, you get yours

Hang a "Please don't disturb" sign
Put my back into a slow grind
Sending chills up and down my spine
Let me get mine, you get yours

Put your hands on my waistline
Want your skin up against mine
Move my hips to the baseline
Let me get mine, you get yours

Hang a "Please don't disturb" sign
Put my back into a slow grind
Sending chills up and down my spine
Let me get mine, you get yours

Come here, don't be shy, I won't bite
Let me get mine, you get yours

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Get Yours - Lyrics - The Naked Truth - Lil' Kim

Title: Get Yours
Album: The Naked Truth
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): K Cates, K Jones, Estate Of Christopher ., V Carraway, C Harris

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Lyric:
Hey, throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my niggaz for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours

Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my bitches for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours

Boss lady pull up in the back of the Maybach
Chauffeur behind the wheel, feet up, leaned back
Readin' the newspaper, honeygirl put a hurtin' on 'em
Haters like a bad act, I just close the curtain on 'em

Play all day on the Siruis, radio
Satellite TV, who do it like me?
In designer outfits, while sellin' the tag
Yves Saint Laurent boots, Yves Saint Laurent bag

Keep the Pokeman in case a big bitch think I'm ass
Eatin' through her stomach like a gastric, bypass
Bitch, you better buy a pass and you better have the cash
When you in my town you got to see me to buy a pass

Number one rule, think B.I.G.
Fifty grand for the girl to sit in V.I.P.
The spotlight is on me, I'm the one they wanna see
They give they money to Kim like I'm H.S.B.C.

Hey, throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my niggaz for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours

Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my bitches for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours

Yeah, well, it's young Dash to all those who don't know
The boy who stay hot when his jewels is so cold
Killer screwface and he cockin' that fo'-fo'
Wanna ice grill? Better holla at Paul Wall

Is all that called for? Whole crew do it up
Champagne, threw it up, till niggaz threw it up
Cruisin' up, tinted up, gotta be some star
Don't know what to call it, they say it's a truck car

You been with a chump pah like Ashton
Was the first one to "Punk" y'all
Have yo' ass holy and resemblin' Spongebob
Like an old album, you happen to come for us
You guys get dust off

It's the young boss, show you what the imp us for
Family and friends be the only ones missin' boy
Sayin' that you rich and all, tell me what'chu bitchin' for
Maybe 'cause I'm gettin mine, well, is you gettin' yours?

Hey, throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my niggaz for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours

Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my bitches for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours

You don't really want it with the nigga right in front of Tip
Have you duckin' on the shit, wanna let the thunder spit
Get bucked, bitch, give a fuck who you run and get
King of the South, Pimp Squad Clique runnin' shit

Bricks in the pipeline, sold in the nighttime
Take a lifetime to find a flow that's quite like mine
Fourty cal's and 45 glocks, I don't like nine
Mac-9 and automatic flatten niggaz lifeline

I'm already rich, use the rappin' as a pastime
Grand Hustle bitch and I done said it for the last time
Other niggaz settle down 'cause I don't bag mine
You see me pull it I'ma blast, I don't flash mine

You niggaz livin' check to check but I don't cash mine
Deposit it and let it sit 'cause all the cash mine
Been goin' easy on you rappers I'ma mash now
Niggaz throw your bottles in the air and put the glass down

Hey, throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my niggaz for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours

Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my bitches for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours

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Shut The Door - Lyrics - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again - House Of Pain

Title: Shut The Door
Album: Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Erik Schrody, Leor Dimant

Lyric:
You look good, shut the door
If I get mine, you'll get yours
(Ah leave the lights on)
Girl, if I get mine then you'll get yours

Baby, bounce to my rhythm, I be radiatin? static
With toys in my attic, styles automatic
I love ?em Asiatic, Japanese and Puerto Rican
Every time I start speakin?, I wind up freakin?

Some little floosy naked in my jacuzzi
If ya think I?m not choosy than the joke?s on you
You want the 411, baby, here?s my style
I like? em young but I?m no freakin? pedophile

I?m known to set it wild, the young girls get creamy
Swing? em through the morn and the Ev will get steamy
You can?t see me, I play the set low
Scrapin? on the bottom, smokin? L?s if I got?em

And I ain?t too proud to beg for your leg
Let me push up in the thighs and fertilize your egg
Let me make your nature rise along with your blood pressure
Strip you down bare, lay your things on the dresser

While the children of the lesser
Go out and play the hard rock role
Girl, I stay rock hard

So, if I get mine then you?ll get yours
And we can take it to the wild side behind closed doors
Rip off your stockings and drop your drawers
We can take it to the wild side behind closed doors

If I get mine then you?ll get yours
And we can take it to the wild side behind closed doors
Rip off your stockings and drop your drawers
We can take it to the wild side behind closed doors

You couldn't meet me half on half, with that cream you stash
So baby, I burned in my desire for the ass
It's hard for a brother to pass, you're so crush
I be thinking how her legs curve, get the thrust

But once I beamed up I'ma stick up the scene
Enough of this give up shit, baby, let's beam
Word to earth, check the scheme

I got the flavor saber-tooth max
So, don't act funny, Style let's blaze on back
Come fix Divine's Style, connect summer child
I know he's popped it, I got the means to protect

It's shelter of my roots, going Proof Master
Our lord Divine Lou has to motivate the rapster
I took my heart but I may feel my heart don't play
Come on baby, ease on back, uh

If I get mine then you?ll get yours
And we can take it to the wild side behind closed doors
Rip off your stockings and drop your drawers
We can take it to the wild side behind closed doors

If I get mine then you?ll get yours
And we can take it to the wild side behind closed doors
Rip off your stockings and drop your drawers
We can take it to the wild side behind closed doors

How do you feel, someone is real, magnet to steel?
Ketch up, bring your nigga look
Know what I mean, poor man you feigned
To walk between your [Incomprehensible]

Mine o'er your flex, Latex your sex
Never complex [Incomprehensible]
You know the deal
And you back on kneel, magnet to steel

Ah baby, can?t you feel it, deep down inside ya?
I can?t hide the fact I wanna ride ya body
Up and down and then back and forth
Kind of like Aaliyah, girl, I wanna see ya

Oh, you look good, honey bun, I can?t fake it
And word is Bond, I just got to get you naked
And once you?re naked I?ma lick your skin
Then touch you in spots that ain?t nobody else been

I?ll kiss you down there when you?re bare
And I swear that I?ll do it right
I?ll make it last all night
But don?t put up a fight

?Cause I ain?t Macho Man Randy
I?m not a Savage, I just want some candy
And it?s, fine and dandy if you need some time
But let me know what'cha thinkin', sugar, ease my mind

Let me know where I stand
Come take my hand
Give me a hug
Then lay me down on the rug

'Cause if I get mine then you?ll get yours
And we can take it to the wild side behind closed doors
Remove your stockings and drop your drawers
We can take it to the wild side behind closed doors

If I get mine then you?ll get yours
And we can take it to the wild side behind closed doors
Rip off your stockings and drop your drawers
We can take it to the wild side

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All For The Money - Lyrics - Mc Eiht

Title: All For The Money
Artist: Mc Eiht
Composer(s): Darryl Cortez Ellis, Ruben Locke, Paul Richmond, Aaron Bernard Tyler

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Lyric:
One more nigga on the run
I just can't handle this, born in the land of the scandalous
Thirteen years of age at the time
Moms is kicking me, I gots to get mine

I load up my strap, map out my plan
Choose my victim, then motherfucker stick him
One more point that got scored for the
Up to no damn good, understood

Steps is getting low so I gots to get some more
Loads up the K, breaks out the back door
You know the routine, so run fool, here we go
Say back channel, keep your motherfucking hands up on the dash

And gives up the cash
One time is making a move on my ass
But I ain't sweating it 'cause ain't shit funny
Because it's all for the money

I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours

Just call me the come up kid
Hard times kicking it in the CPT
So that means I gotta do what I gotta do
And if you ain't down with the hype, fuck you

You're coming up short when I slang
So when I hit your corner, you're gonna be a goner
Nigga duck when my nine starts to buck
In it for the snaps so I'm crazy as fuck

I should be laying low 'cause one time is real hot
Need to make a nine so I rush your spot
And it's like that when I got the Philly
If you don't care someone else does the killing

So when you hit the end of the road ain't no turning back
I done signed a hood lifetime contract
Jacking and packing 'cause ain't shit funny
Because it's all for the money

I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours

Uh oh, there goes another beep on the beeper
One time sleep on the fucking night creeper
Trying to show stop on the sales
Pull fake braids but I still gets paid

Just say no? Fuck the TV
Trying to push the shit 'cause the weight is exceed
See me for the blast, Five-oh fly in fast
Mad 'cause I'm making more cash than they ass

Now I lay low in the cut
Label me the nigga with the fucking gangsta strut
Every hooptie got gold license plates
My birds fly out throughout the fucking states

Now my other half is telling me I'd better quit
But I ain't through in this shit, so I guess this is it
I'll be dead before I go out like a dummy
Why's that, G? 'Cause it's all for the money

I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours

I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours

I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours

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Get Cha Thug On - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Get Cha Thug On
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton

Lyric:
If you come my way, you might hear buckshots in the air
Yeah, yeah, but we like this thug shit
That's why we kick in the hood where thugstas play
If you come my way, you might hear buckshots in the air
Yeah, yeah, but we like this thug shit, but we like this thug shit
But we like this thug shit, but we like this thug shit

Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on

Let's go, now we down to ride
Everybody swear to God that I'm down for mine
But I feel the Lord done bless me
We marchin' soldiers
(Soldiers)
Can't fuck with nothin' but them warriors
(Warriors)
What you thought, nigga?

And if they can't sit down with the buck to the bang
Bloody redrum and I make a little change
Gotta watch for the cops, there will be some
(Damn)
Duck that ass when I shoot, no longer and I just let loose
No longer can I just buck buck at you

'Cuz law got bitches bulletproof
Got shit to prove, got shit to move
Make a move, playa hater, and we watchin' you
But don't you think I won't pull my shit, split your shit
That's how y'all fuckin' with thugsta's shit, better quit that shit
Or we come and come, shit gon' be hummin', hum
And I know you don't want that, feel my warning

Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)
Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)

Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)
Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)

It's so amazing
(Amazing)
I can thug forever and ever
You can't really blame me, baby
It's just the thugsta in me
(In me)

Now, that's not all we do 'cuz thugstas still true
We like to ride around floss a little bit
Smoke a little bit, drink a little bit. Nigga, don't you?
Now, we got to make these millions
We got to look out for these Bone thug children

Rest in peace, Baby Boi Amen
Damn, shit everyone breakin' with this money, man
(Money, man)
But Jesus gave life on the cross so we could maintain
(Maintain)
Hear a voice keep tellin' me that it's gon' be alright
Just keep yours tight and pray at night

Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)
Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)

Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)
Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)

Thugstas, it's time for warfare, yeah
(Can ya hear me now?
Thugstas, and it ain't gon' change, so we better prepare
(Prepare)

If it comes my way, I'm a prepare to spray, any day
If it comes my way, I'm a prepare to spray, let 'em lay

Shots might be fired 'cuz everybody got guns
But ain't nobody runnin', Bone 'cuz Bone niggas don't run
We marchin' heat, indeed you bleed
But don't nobody fuck with Bone, please

And you can get ya thug on
(Thug on)
Said you can get ya thug on
(Thug on
And you can get ya thug on
(Thug on)
Said you can get ya thug on
(Thug on)

Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)
Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)

Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)
Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)

If this comes your way, baby, prepare to spray, let 'em lay
If it comes my way, I'm a prepare to spray, let 'em lay
If this comes your way, baby, prepare to spray, let 'em lay
If it comes my way, I'm a prepare to spray, let 'em lay

Thugstas rule the world, Thugs
Thugstas rule the world, Thugs
Thugstas rule the world, Thugs
Thugstas rule the world, Thugstas

Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)
Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)

Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)
Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)

Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)
Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)

Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)
Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)

Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)
Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)

Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)
Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on
(Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha)

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One Forty - Lyrics - Watermelon, Chicken And Gritz - Nappy Roots

Title: One Forty
Album: Watermelon, Chicken And Gritz
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): William Hughes, Brian Scott, James Chambers, R Wilson

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Lyric:
No more wine for me, no more dimes of weed
'Cuz I'm tryin' to see, if my mind can reach
The level of the game that we die to see
I'm talkin' bout naturally where ya mind is free
See I'm a dying breed, a country-fried emcee
I used to rhyme for free, but now I rhyme for cheese
See it was bound to be, when there's mouths to feed
And there's bills to pay, somethin' gotta give way

The way I feel today, I could care less
'Cuz my mind is made, yeah my hair's a mess
I don't bother to shave, I walk around bare chest
like a candy face, like I'm wearin' a vest
I dare ya to test, I push a hundred-five reps
Showin' off my pecs, triceps and biceps
I'm all for the cause, ready to die next
I'm all for the cause, ready to die next

We don't even talk about it we live it, we live it
(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)
(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life)
And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it
(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)
(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life)

This life? It's mine
It's yours? It's mine
That's right it's mine
That's yours this mine
This life? It's mine
It's yours? It's mine
That's right it's mine
That's yours this mine

Now ah, when I was a, young man
There was a couple of things poppa put in my head
Never sit down when ya need to stand
Never drink down all ya dreams and plans
Poppa, what's that inside ya glass?
Don't do as I do boy, do as I ask
See do it right if ya gon' do it that fast
And don't do it if ya gon' do it half-assed

Well, since then I been an over-achiever
Smoker and drinker, only I would opened my blinkers
And I'm broke, so I guess I gotta choke on my finger
'Cuz I need to come up, ah I'm just a dreamer
A hustle schemer, these cops be corrupt like Rupp Arena
Try an bust my weiner, with these court subpoenas petty misdemeanors
"Boy you ain't worth" like student like teacher

We don't even talk about it we live it, we live it
(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)
(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life)
And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it
(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)
(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life)

This life? It's mine
It's yours? It's mine
That's right it's mine
That's yours this mine
This life? It's mine
It's yours? It's mine
That's right it's mine
That's yours this mine

Same jeans in the spring that I strut in the fall
No comb, no fade, no nothin' at all
I'll give a finger for the haters and one for the law
Sounds fine, Nappy Roots a little somethin' for y'all
Get a dutch, jump the gultch, then stuff it with straw
Get higher than a motherfucker, deep in the call
Hit the liquor sto', makin' mo', fifth and I pause
Get love tryna cut, got ya dick and balls
Hell naw then broads at the wall

Big pimpin' on a budget, tryna make it the mall
Thank the Lord, for just livin', makin' the most
'Scuse me, anybody got change I can borrow?
Dime? Caught a penny tryna get to the mall
Wanna buy me some ice too, slip it and fall
Ops silly me, big nuts and they gone
Didn't see that shit comin' like a truck in the fall

We don't even talk about it we live it, we live it
(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)
(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life)
And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it
(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)
(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life)

This life? It's mine
It's yours? It's mine
That's right it's mine
That's yours this mine
This life? It's mine
It's yours? It's mine
That's right it's mine
That's yours this mine

Lemme hear ya say
Nappy Roots see ya dawg, all my magazine
It's that life B, gotta make that choice
It's all on you
Lemme hear ya say
Lemme hear ya say
Lemme hear ya say

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The Big Fuck You - Lyrics - Primer 55

Title: The Big Fuck You
Artist: Primer 55
Composer(s): Bobby Burns, Jason Luttrell

Lyric:
Here I go

Little bitch boys thinkin' nothin' is gonna happen
I hear you talking shit but I can't stop laughin'
A little psycho, ego trippin'
That's on your chin when you got caught slippin'

Two faces on the same head
Rippin' one off make the other see red
I feel hate, I still gotta destroy
One little, two little, three little bitch boys

Here I come, here I come, out of the blue
Little bitch boy with the big fuck you
Here I come, out of the blue, talk enough shit
Gonna see what the fuck I do

Here I come out of the blue
Little bitch boy with the big fuck you
Here I come, out of the blue, talk enough shit
Gonna see what the fuck I do

Little bitch boys gonna stir up that shit
Bitch turn around, turn around get your wig split
Pull the hammer back as I pop the fuckin' clip in
Just like double O seven on a mission

I'm Insane, goddamn I think I'm loco
Just another voice in my head that I don't know
I feel hate, I still gotta destroy
Every last one of those motherfucker bitch boys

Here I come, here I come, out of the blue
Little bitch boy with the big fuck you
Here I come, out of the blue, talk enough shit
Gonna see what the fuck I do

Here I come out of the blue
Little bitch boy with the big fuck you
Here I come, out of the blue, talk enough shit
Gonna see what the fuck I do

Another track from the dark side, dark side of my psyche
If you think I won't, motherfucker just try me
Steppin' on up, step, step, to the front line
You got yours, motherfucker, I will get mine

Dark side, dark side of my psyche
If you think I won't, motherfucker just try me
Steppin' on up, step, step, to the front line
You got yours, motherfucker, I will get mine

Dark side, dark side of my psyche
If you think I won't, motherfucker just try me
Steppin' on up, step, step, to the front line
You got yours, motherfucker, gotta mine

Dark side, dark side of my psyche
If you think I won't, muthafucker just try me
Steppin' on up, step, step, to the front line
You got yours, motherfucker, I will get mine

Dark side, dark side of my psyche
If you think I won't, muthafucker just try me
Steppin' on up, step, step, to the front line
You got yours, motherfucker, I will get mine

Dark side, dark side
I will get mine
Dark side, dark side
I will get mine
Dark side, dark side
I will get mine
Dark side, dark side
I will get mine

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It Wasn'T Us - Lyrics - Incognegro - Ludacris

Title: It Wasn'T Us
Album: Incognegro
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Christopher Bridges, Bobby Sandimanie, Pharrell L Williams

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Lyric:
They wanna know why I hit like that, spit like that
Shit like that, maybe because I get like that
Kick like that, rip like that
They wanna know why I rhyme like that, shine like that
Climb like that, 'cause the world is mine like that
Yours like that, mine like that

You can get your whole crews, even niggas that owe you
They ain't paid you shit you can drink some cold brew
And throw on them old shoes and jump in the whip
You can come and find us, be right behind us and insert the clip

You hear something that went clack,clack, clack
Somebody went down but it wasn't us
You can settle 'bout two meals get hooked up with a good deal
Start stackin' dough you can ride your mobile

Get 20 inch big wheels and collect some hoes
Tou can even start eatin' good and smokin' good
But you pressin' your luck and you say wha'
Somebody went bankrupt shit but it wasn't us

They wanna know why I hit like that, spit like that
Shit like that, maybe because I get like that
Kick like that, rip like that
They wanna know why I rhyme like that, shine like that
Climb like that, 'cause the world is mine like that
Yours like that, mine like that

You can go to the drawing board just start from scratch
All over again clean
Or you can tell a bunch of officers that I'm the one to catch
But my niggas is the police

You can try to blame me or even try to frame me
But I'll make bail now
Somebody goin' to jail shit but it wasn't us
You do track after track, and walls get plaque after plaque

CD's on rack after rack no moe selling sac' after sac'
You could've had that good life, good kids and a good wife
It was yours to earn but the records stores gettin' returns
Shit but it wasn't us

They wanna know why I hit like that, spit like that
Shit like that, maybe because I get like that
Kick like that, rip like that
They wanna know why I rhyme like that, shine like that
Climb like that, 'cause the world is mine like that
Yours like that, mine like that

You could be goin' on worldwide tours
And see your face on every magazine
Or you can flip to channel after channel
And see that ass on the TV screen

You can pay for expensive videos
And have whole lot of big bootie hoes
But when the shit start comin' to a close
Shit but it wasn't us

You can use your back-up plan, even call him your back-up man
And start thinkin' quick
You can call on your back-up hoes, even call the back-up pros
And tell 'em to suck a dick

And you tell just to get deez
And you tell just to pay the fees
And to pay their dues, and they catchin' those STD's
Shit but it wasn't us

They wanna know why I hit like that, spit like that
Shit like that, maybe because I get like that
Kick like that, rip like that
They wanna know why I rhyme like that, shine like that
Climb like that, 'cause the world is mine like that
Yours like that, mine like that

They wanna know why I hit like that, spit like that
Shit like that, maybe because I get like that
Kick like that, rip like that
They wanna know why I rhyme like that, shine like that
Climb like that, 'cause the world is mine like that
Yours like that, mine like that

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Lemme Get That - Lyrics - Good Girl Gone Bad - Rihanna

Title: Lemme Get That
Album: Good Girl Gone Bad
Artist: Rihanna
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Terius Nash

Lyric:
I got a house but I need new furniture
Why spend mine when I could spend yours?
The truth is, I will love you the same
But why complain, you buying Gucci, babe?

You might see me in the spot, ya boy think I'm hot
So I came up in here to get what you got
I'm hot like the block, uh huh, you like that
Know you wanna bite that, uh huh, yeah, right there

They love the young girl, they wanna give it to me
Wish I was in a flick and I ain't talking movies
If ya young, if ya hot, girl, shake what ya got, girl
I keep 'em singing

Lemme get that, huh
What you got, up in them jeans?
Put it on me or get lonely
Lemme get that, huh?
You know five car garages
Name on your bank account, all day massages

Lemme get that, huh
I wanna put it on blast
Lemme get that, huh?
Better slow down 'fore I make you crash, boy
Got what you want, baby, got what you need
But we can't proceed unless you got that for me

I got a house but I need new furniture
Why spend mine when I could spend yours?
The truth is, I will love you the same
But why complain, you buying Gucci, babe?

I'ma put you on the spot, keep the sheet in knots
I bought me a Benz, you buy me the yacht
A girl need a lot, the girl need some stocks
Bonds is what I got, bonds is what I got

They love the young girl, they wanna give it to me
Wish I was in a flick and I ain't talking movies
If ya young, if ya hot, girl, shake what ya got, girl
I keep 'em singing

Lemme get that, huh
What you got, up in them jeans?
Put it on me or get lonely
Lemme get that, huh?
You know 5 car garages
Name on your bank account, all day massages

Lemme get that, huh
I wanna put it on blast
Lemme get that, huh?
Better slow down 'fore I make you crash, boy
Got what you want, baby, got what you need
But we can't proceed unless you got that for me

I got a house but I need new furniture
Why spend mine when I could spend yours?
The truth is, I will love you the same
But why complain, you buying Gucci, babe?

Boy, I know you want my love, love
Nothing is free in this world, world
Unless my love is your love, love
I'm not a gold digger

Lemme get that, huh
What you got, up in them jeans?
Put it on me or get lonely
Lemme get that, huh?
You know 5 car garages
Name on your bank account, all day massages

Lemme get that, huh
I wanna put it on blast
Lemme get that, huh?
Better slow down 'fore I make you crash, boy
Got what you want, baby, got what you need
But we can't proceed unless you got that for me

I got a house but I need new furniture
Why spend mine when I could spend yours?
The truth is, I will love you the same
But why complain, you buying Gucci, babe?

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The World Is Yours - Lyrics - Illmatic - Nas

Title: The World Is Yours
Album: Illmatic
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Nasir Jones, Peter O Phillips

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Lyric:
Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? It's yours

It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?

I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged
Then writin' in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit

The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facin' time like
'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracin'

Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timbs on my feets, makes my cypher, complete
Whether crusin' in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me fallin' asleep

I keep fallin', but never fallin' six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me

Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours

It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? It's yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?

To my man Ill Will, God bless your life
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin' guns in all my baby pictures
Beef with housin' police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's

Yet I'm the mild, money gettin' style, rollin' foul
The versatile, honey stickin' wild, golden child
Dwellin' in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the Devil's lasso, shit is a hassle

There's no days, for broke days, we sell it, smoke pays
While all the old folks pray, to Jesus' soakin' they sins in trays
Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinkin' a word best describin' my life, to name my daughter

My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection
Born in correction all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction
How ya livin' large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre
You flippin' coke or playin' spit spades in strip poker

It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? It's yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine

Whose world is this? Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? It's yours
It's yours

I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home

I need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow
'Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturin' my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip

And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up
Even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana stabbin' women like the Phantom
The crew is lampin' big Willie style

Check the chip toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash through the flock wools, burnin' dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin' Danes plus the games
People play, bust the problems of the world today

It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? It's yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine

Whose world is this? Yeah the world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? It's yours
Break it down

Yea aight? To everybody in Queens, the foundation
The world is yours, to everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours
The world is yours to everybody in Brooklyn
Y'all know the world is yours

The world is yours
Everbody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours
Long Island, yo the world is yours
Staten Island, yea the world is yours
South Bronx, the world is yours, aight?

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Shake A Lil' Somethin' - Lyrics - Shake A Lil' Somethin' - 2 Live Crew

Title: Shake A Lil' Somethin'
Album: Shake A Lil' Somethin'
Artist: 2 Live Crew
Composer(s): Mark Ross, Christopher Wong Won, David Hobbs

Lyric:
Okay man, are you ready to go?
I'm ready to go, now c'mon now
Crank this motherfucker up
Yeah, it's ya boys back in the house
We want y'all to get y'ass on the motherfuckin' dance floor
All you raggedy-ass hoes, get y'ass out!

Pump, pump, pump, get it, get it
Shake, shake, shake, shake a lil' somethin'
That's the way, yeah
That's the way, you go girl

Pump, pump, pump, get it, get it
Shake, shake, shake, shake a lil' somethin'
That's the way, yeah
That's the way, you go girl

Bitch, I wanna see you shake it
Bend on over, butt-ass naked
Now pump, pump, pump, get it get it
I got 135 beats a minute

It's your brother, Marquis, callin' all the freaks
To show the pink and the booty-cheeks
Stick from the bottom, stick from the top
Show me a shot, lemme see what you got

Rub that ass and play with that clit
I'm still with that freaky shit
One time for the girls in Georgia
Detroit, Michigan and Miami, Florida

That's how we make our music fast
'Cause the girls down south like to shake that ass
They so fine, I can't take it
They gots to freak it, they gots to shake it

Pump, pump, pump, get it, get it
Shake, shake, shake, shake a lil' somethin'
That's the way, yeah
That's the way, you go girl

Pump, pump, pump, get it, get it
Shake, shake, shake, shake a lil' somethin'
That's the way, yeah
That's the way, you go girl

I love the way the girls be shakin'
Especially when they butt-ass naked
Bend on over, show me what you got
'Cause I'm down for a table-top

So work your body, strip left side
Make me smile, get buck-wild
'Cause fresh kid ice got the flow
And now is the time to come get yours

Freaky shit is what I like
Especially when them bitches dikes
So shake that ass and bitch don't stop
Come on, girl, just make me hot

'Cause I'm down for the 69
You better get yours 'cause I gets mine
Show what you got, bitch, stop frontin'
Drop them draws and shake a lil' somethin'

Pump, pump, pump, get it, get it
Shake, shake, shake, shake a lil' somethin'
That's the way, yeah
That's the way, you go girl

Pump, pump, pump, get it, get it
Shake, shake, shake, shake a lil' somethin'
That's the way, yeah
That's the way, you go girl

I love to see 'em in lingerie
Tattooed titties and a boosty-a
Stacked on the back of a cutie pie
Bend over let me see you do the butterfly

So impressin' when undressin'
You got me stressin', girl stop flexin'
Keep shakin' that ass at me
Pop that coochie, freak so nasty

Double up on the table top
Hit them switches now make that ass drop
Girl get wide open
Up and down with an in-and-out motion

Them other kings, they ain't did nothin'
You wanna get freaky lemme kiss your belly button
You're so fine and I can't take it
You gots to freak it, you gots to shake it!

Pump, pump, pump, get it, get it
Shake, shake, shake, shake a lil' somethin'
That's the way, yeah
That's the way, you go girl

Pump, pump, pump, get it, get it
Shake, shake, shake, shake a lil' somethin'
That's the way, yeah
That's the way, you go girl

To the left
Yeah get it, get it
To the right y'all
C'mon now, pump, pump
Pump, pump, pump, pump

To the front
Hey, get it, get it
To the back y'all
Make time
Pump, pump, pump, get it, get it

Pump, pump, pump, get it, get it
Shake, shake, shake, shake a lil' somethin'
That's the way, yeah
That's the way, you go girl

Pump, pump, pump, get it, get it
Shake, shake, shake, shake a lil' somethin'
That's the way, yeah
That's the way, you go girl

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Addicted - Lyrics - Back to Black - Amy Winehouse

Title: Addicted
Album: Back to Black
Artist: Amy Winehouse
Composer(s): Amy Jade Winehouse

Lyric:
Tell your boyfriend next time he around
To buy his own weed and don't wear my shit down
I wouldn't care if he would give me some more
I'd rather him leave you than leave him my dro

When you smoke all my weed man
You gotta call the green man
So I can get mine and you get yours

Once is enough to make me attack
So bring me a bag and your man can come back
I'll check him at the door make sure he got green
I'm tighter than airport security teams

When you smoke all my weed, man
You gotta call the green man
So I can get mine and you get yours

I'm my own man so when will you learn
That you got a man but I got to burn
Don't make no difference if I end up alone
I'd rather have myself a smoke my homegrown

It's got me addicted, does more than any dick did
Yeah, I can get mine and you get yours
Yeah, I can get mine and you get yours

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It Wasn'T Us (Ludacris) - Lyrics - The Neptunes Present Clones

Title: It Wasn'T Us (Ludacris)
Artist: The Neptunes Present Clones
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Chad Hugo, Bobby Sandimanie, Pharrell Williams

Lyric:
Woo, ah, Disturbin' Tha Peace in this muh'fucker, mayne
Just getting started
Ludacris, I-20, with the Neptunes
Go a lil' somethin' like this

They wanna know why, I hit like that
Spit like that, shit like that
Maybe 'cause I, get like that
Kick like that, rip like that

They wanna know why, I rhyme like that
Shine like that, climb like that
'Cause the world is, mine like that
(Yours like that?)
Mine like that

Man you could get your whole crew
Even niggaz that owe you, and paid you shit
You could drink some cold brews
And throw on them bold shoes, and jump in the whip

You could come and find us, and be right behind us
And insert the clips
You hear something go, clak, clak, clak
Somebody went down! But it wasn't us

You could sell about 2 mill', get hooked wit a good deal
And start stacking dough
You could mobiles, ride 20 inch big wheels
And collect some hoes

You could even start eating good, and smoking good
But you pressing your luck
And you say what? somebody went bankrupt?
But it wasn't us

They wanna know why, I hit like that
Spit like that, shit like that
Maybe 'cause I, get like that
Kick like that, rip like that

They wanna know why, I rhyme like that
Shine like that, climb like that
'Cause the world is, mine like that
(Yours like that?)
Mine like that

You could be going on worldwide tours
And see your face on every magazine
Or you could flip through channel after channel
And see yourself on the TV screen

You could pay for expensive videos
And have a whole lotta big booty hoes
But when that shit start coming to a close
Damn, but it wasn't us

You could use your backup plan and even call up your backup man
And start thinking quick
You could call up the backup hoes
And even call us to backup hoes, and tell 'em, "suck a dick"

Then you tell 'em just to get on these
Or you tell 'em just to pay their fees, or to pay them dues
And if you catching them STD's
Damn, then it wasn't us

They wanna know why, I hit like that
Spit like that, shit like that
Maybe 'cause I, get like that
Kick like that, rip like that

They wanna know why, I rhyme like that
Shine like that, climb like that
'Cause the world is, mine like that
(Yours like that?)
Mine like that

You could bring your whole squad and your bodyguard
Fuck it dog, you could bring ya block
But I got me a AK, and a couple of them SK's
So you all get shot

You could sell them hard, hard, that evil
And every nigga wanna smoke on the 'dro
And when the Fed's come and kick ya do', pick up ya hoe
I'm like, "Whoa, it wasn't us"

You could even flip a whole brick, wit ya whole click
So everybody riding out on the Spree's
But you got you a problem dude, I got the robbin' crews
So everybody gotta get on they knees

You could even make a chained dog, do the main brawl
Even let her stay inside of ya crib
But the bitch got no choice, she love my voice
Now I put it way inside of her grills

You could even make a phone call, to ya road dogs
Here come the nigga that's fear in the south
Then you drive to a new tune, called the Neptunes
Well Pharrell would be hearing ya out

You could even try to blame me, 'cause ya whole crew framed me
But I'm still gon' bust
If the Fed's try to name me, how ya hate me
And uh, then it wasn't us

They wanna know why, I hit like that
Spit like that, shit like that
Maybe 'cause I, get like that
Kick like that, rip like that

They wanna know why, I rhyme like that
Shine like that, climb like that
'Cause the world is, mine like that
(Yours like that?)
Mine like that

They wanna know why, I hit like that
Spit like that, shit like that
Maybe 'cause I, get like that
Kick like that, rip like that

They wanna know why, I rhyme like that
Shine like that, climb like that
'Cause the world is, mine like that
(Yours like that?)
Mine like that

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Impossible - Lyrics - Kanye West

Title: Impossible
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Bryan James Sledge, Sid Wayne, Armando Manzanero, Kanye Omari West, Carl Terrell Mitchell

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Lyric:
I've been waiting my life
And I stayed on my grind
Now I made up my mind
It's been way too much time
That's why
(It?s just impossible)
It's impossible
And you know that
(It?s impossible)

I don't wanna hear that bullsh**
I wanna hear that official sh**
Kanye and that Twista sh**
That's so impossible to get it
(It's just impossible)

Get it, that's so impossible to get it
Get it, that's so impossible to get it
(It's impossible)

Ain't no way you could pull up to the party in a Bentley
Blowing B in a club like this
(Oh no)
Ain?t no way you could cook up in the studio with Kanye
And get it jukin' in the club like this
(Oh no)
(It?s just impossible)

Ain?t no way that you gon? win
Dust some haters off while I'm sippin' on my Hen
Holla at a chick while she sippin? on her gin
And I got the mobsters hollering at her friends
(It's impossible)

For you to ever be the nicest
You don?t get gangsta or get righteous
You ain?t neva stood on a tip like this
You ain?t neva stood for no sh** like this
(It's just impossible)

For you to get it if you don't wanna win
Get up off yo? ass and go for yours and don?t go for mine
No you ain?t finna ride what I'm in
Know what I'm sayin'?

I've been waiting my life
And I stayed on my grind
Now I made up my mind
It's been way too much time
That's why
(It's impossible)
It's impossible
And you know that
(It's impossible)

I don't wanna hear that bullsh**
I wanna hear that official sh**
Kanye and that Twista sh**
That's so impossible to get it
(It's just impossible)

Get it, that's so impossible to get it
Get it, that's so impossible to get it
(It's impossible)

Get it bundled ***** up then, lit it
Smoke a lil? but don't admit it
Do it like I did, too late I did it

The controversy can?t worse me man
I'm eating but I'm still thirsty and
Thirsty, what is you saying?
I gotta into a **** with a couple ******* last Thursday man

Why the hell is I'm worrying?
Hopping out the Benz with the perfect 10
Man, your life must be perfect man
Look at how they came up with the perfect plan
(It?s just impossible)
It's impossible

Got strip clubs playin? gosspital
Girl so sick in the hospital
You know I japped out like Pakadu
Ya know I throw ya down is when I rock wit you

Since Michael Jackson made ?Rock With You?
I done did sh** on logical
Maybe ?cause we did the impossible
Maybe we done did the impossible

I've been waiting my life
And I stayed on my grind
Now I made up my mind
It's been way too much time
That's why
(It?s impossible)
It's impossible
(It?s so impossible)
And you know that
(It?s impossible)

I don't wanna hear that bullsh**
I wanna hear that official sh**
Kanye and that Twista sh**
That's so impossible to get it
(It's just impossible)

Get it, that's so impossible to get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
That's so impossible to get it, get it
(It's impossible)

I don't wanna hear that bullsh**
I wanna hear that official sh**
Kanye and that Twista sh**
That's so impossible to get it
(It's just impossible)

Get it, that's so impossible to get it
Get it, that's so impossible to get it
(It's impossible)

(It?s just impossible)
It?s impossible

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Let'S Do It - Lyrics - My Soul - Coolio

Title: Let'S Do It
Album: My Soul
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Artis Jr Ivey, Harold Lee Clayton, Sigidi Bashir Abdullah

Lyric:
Let's do it, get to it
Let's do it, get to it
Let's do it, get to it
Let's do it

Another Saturday night and I'm feelin' kinda slow
I'm down with the flu but I don't want no [Incomprehensible]
Even though I'm thirsty and I'm hungry
I need some Kurathers, beat this but not up in my stomach

I wanna chop your cherry tree, I can't tell a lie
Something's on the rise, what a surprise!
I called up the homies, I said, "Let's go the spot
Where the drinks is cold and the girls ain't too hot"

Now we in the house
But the house is kinda empty
Rats run around the room
But wait, I spoke too soon

Ah, damn, look what done walked in
Pumps and a bump, breath smellin' like gin
Baby, you look good with that blue dress on
Maybe someday me and you can be as one

Let's get to know each other better
I can sing you a song
And you can write me a love letter

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Damn, I'm feelin' frisky
Come and sit down with me
Conversate about hanky panky
And a little dranky wanky

Tell me 'bout your innermost thoughts
Wants, needs and your desires
And I'll tell you about mine
We can spend some quality time

You want a man with vision, who ain't afraid to listen
I wanna mention, I can hit that ass in thirty-six positions
And I just want a regular old fashion high coochie mama
With love for her daddy, anytime he want it

Bring home the turkey bacon and fry it in the pan
Or some filet minon and still let me know I'm the man
I'm the doctor, and you can play the nurse
But we got to have patience even though we hella anxious

Let's take it slow and proceed with caution
'Coz love just don't come 'round here too often
So take my number and we'll get together later
And I'll take yours, I'm out like the L.A. Raiders

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

A few months went by with phone calls and some dinners
Moonlit nights with Marvin Gaye, Dramatics and The Spinners
Top down on the Vette watching California sunsets
And pretty soon we developed that respect that we needed

So we was here to get the relationship heated
And hot and bothered, know what I'm meanin'?
It started slow with some kisses and some touches
A few more weeks went by 'coz we didn't wanna rush it

They say a fast horse don't win no races
And I'm a witness 'coz real winners always take steady paces
Hand in hand, woman to man
I know everything about her and she know everything about me

And we made love for the first time
In the right way, in the perfect state of mind
It's a whole lot mo' than your average bump 'n grind
You better get yours, 'coz I got mine

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Take, take your time
(Take, take your time)
Take your time
(Take your time)
Take your time
(Take your time, get to it)

Take, take your time
(Take, take your time)
Take your time
(Take your time)
Take your time
(Take your time, get to it)

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Let's do it, get to it
Let's do it, get to it

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Five To One - Lyrics - Marilyn Manson

Title: Five To One
Artist: Marilyn Manson
Composer(s): Robbie Kreiger, John Densmore, Jim Morrison, Ray Manzarek

Lyric:
Five to one, baby
One in five
No one here gets out alive, now
You get yours, baby
I'll get mine
Gonna make it, baby
If we try

The old get old
And the young get stronger
May take a week
And it may take longer
They got the guns
But we got the numbers
Gonna win, yeah we're takin' over
Come on

Your ballroom days are over
Night is drawing near
Shadows of the evening
Crawl across the years
Ya walk across the floor with a flower in your hand
Trying to tell me no one understands
Trade in your hours for a handful dimes
Gonna' make it, baby, in our prime

Get together one more time
Get together one more time
Get together one more time
Get together one more time

Get together one more time
Get together one more time
Get together one more time
Get together one more time

Hey, honey
You won't have along wait for me now
I'll be there in just a little while
You see, I gotta go out in this car with these people and
Oh God

Get together one more time
Get together one more time
Get together one more time
Get together one more time

Got to get together
Got to get together
Got to get together
Got to get together
Got to get together
Got to get together
Got to get together
Got to get together
Got to
Get together just one more time

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