My Dick - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: My Dick
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): Gino Vannelli, Eric Mccaine, Christopher Rios, Guy Rodriguez, Eric Smith, K Streaks, Vincent Davis

Lyric:
What's the deal baby?
Some for you dick ridin' motherfuckers
You non-believin' ass motherfuckers
To all my niggaz, I love y'all
Ai yo pun, what's the deal, baby?
Cuban, Raoul, whaddup mas?
Joey Crack, what's the deal?
T. Squaders [Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible] chance-a-million [Incomprehensible]
Didddown for liddddife

I threw on my vest
Loaded up the Smith with the hollow tips
It's time to flip
And blast my way to the top ten list
Me and pun real fly
Arrogant and we love to puff lye
Lord, you should see my wife
She's enough to make all the bitches cry
Yeah, be on my dick

Get off my dick
(My dick)
My dick
(My dick)
My dick, my dick, my dick
Get off my dick, my dick, my dick, my dick
Get off my dick

Get off my dick
(My dick)
My dick
(My dick)
My dick, my dick, my dick
Get off my dick, my dick, my dick, my dick
Get off my dick

I just wanna take time
To talk to everybody
Who ain't showed me love
To let me rock the mic at the party
Now you gonna get what you deserve
That's my dick in your mouth
'Cause me and pun
Is gonna show you what it's 'bout

Youse a nasty fuck
Makin' a song talkin' about your nuts
Don't want nobody on my dick
Lest I'm about to bust
You doubted us
'Cause we weren't tearin' up the streets

Them the same niggaz on my nuts
Like they have bucked teeth
I love my peeps, I'll die for my amigos
But I aint fuckin' with freaks
Tryin' to free ride on my bicho

It's like perrico
(What? )
One taste you're gonna like it
Just ask Mike
(Mike who?)
My dick

My dick
(My dick)
My dick
(My dick)
My dick, my dick, my dick
Get off my dick, my dick, my dick, my dick
Get off my dick

Get off my dick
(My dick)
My dick
(My dick)
My dick, my dick, my dick
Get off my dick, my dick, my dick, my dick
Get off my dick

You can catch me puffin'
Lah-lah-lah-lah
Lah-lah-lah-lah
You can catch me puffin'
Lah-lah-lah

'Cause I be puffin'
Lah-lah-lah-lah
Lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah
I be puffin'
Lah-lah lah-lah-lah

You can catch me puffin'
Lah-lah-lah-lah
Lah-lah-lah-lah
I be puffin'
Lah-lah lah-lah-lah

I'm the type to be up in that
Lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah
When I stressed you know I puff that
Lah, yeah

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Get Off My Dick - Lyrics - I Don't Want You Back - Eamon

Title: Get Off My Dick
Album: I Don't Want You Back
Artist: Eamon
Composer(s): Mark Passy, Yared Williams, Eamon Doyle, Mark Robinson

Lyric:
You go, go tell your friends
(Your friends, your friends, your friends, your friends)
Tell them get off my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

They keep tellin' you shit
(You shit, you shit, you shit, you shit)
Go tell, I said suck my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

You could tell me this and that, I'll tell you plenty facts
Your friends are herp's, don't know what they're sayin'
Friends front in front of me, fuckin' wannabes
In your ear, but they don't know eamon

Claimin' that they seein' me, up in the industry
Actin' fool, thinkin' that I'm playin'
You're foolish for believin' them, girl, if I'm your man
It's me or them, that's what I'm sayin'

You go, go tell your friends
(Your friends, your friends, your friends, your friends)
Tell them get off my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

They keep tellin' you shit
(You shit, you shit, you shit, you shit)
Go tell, I said suck my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

Bring on over all your friends, I'll put it to an end
In my face, all the stories changin'
I'll blow up all their spots, but I'd rather not
I'll let you see that they just hatin'

If I want I got a block beggin' for my cock
There it now, watch how they'll be chasin'
This is how I make it stop, I make it really hot
Forgot your friends when we started matin'

You go, go tell your friends
(Your friends, your friends, your friends, your friends)
Tell them get off my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

They keep tellin' you shit
(You shit, you shit, you shit, you shit)
Go tell, I said suck my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

Everytime you say somethin' 'bout what your girlfriends said
It makes me wanna punch you in your head but instead
I say the same thing again, don't listen to your friends
Yo, they must be on my dick or something
They always talk a lot of smack but ain't sayin' nothin'
They steady frontin' everytime that I confront them

Come on, they just a bunch of ho's, swingin' on the poles
Buying coke, then they sniff it up in they nose
I guess you really must be stupid if you listenin' to them
It's a sin I suppose, here's your last chance to make this choice
Then my mind is chose, it's me or the ho's, case closed

You go, go tell your friends
(Your friends, your friends, your friends, your friends )
Tell them get off my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

They keep tellin' you shit
(You shit, you shit, you shit, you shit)
Go tell, I said suck my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

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Get Off My Block - Lyrics - When Disaster Strikes - Busta Rhymes

Title: Get Off My Block
Album: When Disaster Strikes
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): George Spivey, Trevor Smith, Wayne Notise

Lyric:
Just get off my block
Lord have mercy, Busta Rhymes
Flipmode Trilogy

A yo, we ain't familiar at all nigga
Don't like, go grab your gat and lets brawl at hall nigga
Straight fallin' when we use to chill up on park benches
My 20 block radius think we need some barb wire fences
Stop bitch niggas like you from easily trespassin'
Nickel nine shine on your eye then you see fire blastin'

Get off my premises, a yo, Lord is you a friend of his
Mouth him back to John and show this nigga just who the winner is
The presence of a small town, I diminish and blemishes
And my player amps out like a game on my little Sega Genesis
This inappropriate, fuck is we talkin' for when we ain't even associates

Ass lyrical beatings, straight trick or treating, what ya eatin'?
I ain't got no words for you, fuck speakin' ain't part of my crew
Face look to brand new, who?
Niggas ain't even aloud to send my pass through
Can't chill on corner can't go up in my bull digger
Chill before I call Dinco to grab the qanco sinco

We don't give a fuck right now, we be high caliber shit
Ya'll corny niggas must bow, we do unforgivable shit
We blow the spot any how, move
Ready for battle 'cause I'm refusin' to lose
I'm a beat ya ass in front of nobody with nothin' to prove
Live nigga shit right there, beware, stand clear
Many y'all niggas is welcome here

Fuck is these niggas son
Get off my block
Yo, I don't know none of these niggas du
Get off my block
Them niggas wanna sell there weed here
Get off my block
Yo, who these unfamiliar corn balls
Get off my block
It's one of these niggas off my street corner
Get off my block

Now who the fuck you be?
Landlord, cradle la stainless for strangers vigilante, trigga stampedes
On the bulletproof for the crews that laid this nigga to hand breath
Move you off the block, the a orthodox general, flash flood when a crowd
Patriotic for the intrepid style and wreck more kids that's pitiful

Nigga, for ever trapped in danger, emaciate when I take my razor
Sharp herds that scar herds nigga, I'm from the wicked city
When chickens twist trees and dick tease
Breast feed pet seeds with asthmatic chest we's
Lord Have, cardiac arrest freeze
Please, bastard handicap crews that stay soft, it's mayor, ate off

School your army, ya squad weak, remove four camps when I say
Pumpin' arms like nor plants, I conquer and hold
Home sweet home down with monster control
Still they in the cut like runnin' the coal
And still we must bring the ruckus to all you motherfuckers

Automatically, assault and battery
We battle thieves that get tragically slap to sleep to relax the beef
Collapse like weak cancerous lungs, scatter, we numb
Blind feelin' nap with jarred villain that alarm buildings
Con scrimmage, woke up a lot of children, dirty ass Vietnam village

I finish and out sons, then pulls like
Men is the malk of method Venetian blinds
By all means necessary I reach for mine
And lift golden towers from roof tops
And give orders, rugged pound acre
Drown violators in buckets of piss water

Fuck is these niggas son
Get off my block
Yo, I don't know none of these niggas du
Get off my block
Them niggas wanna sell there weed here
Get off my block
Yo, who these unfamiliar corn balls
Get off my block
It's one of these niggas off my street corner
Get off my block

Fuck is these niggas son
Get off my block
Yo, I don't know none of these niggas du
Get off my block
Them niggas wanna sell there weed here
Get off my block
Yo, who these unfamiliar corn balls
Get off my block
It's one of these niggas off my street corner
Get off my block

Fuck, fuck is these niggas son
Get off my block
Yo, I don't know none of these niggas du
Get off my block
Them niggas wanna sell there weed here
Get off my block
Yo, who these unfamiliar corn balls
Get off my block
It's one of these niggas off my street corner
Get off my block

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Get Off My Dick And Tell Yo Bitch To Come Here (Remix) - Lyrics - Ice Cube

Title: Get Off My Dick And Tell Yo Bitch To Come Here (Remix)
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Eric Sadler, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Stay off his dick

Nigga, some don't think I can flow
So here we go to a new track to show the wack
That I can throw styles that show up
I blow up and blast here
Niggas still tripping off the shit I said last year

About a bitch is a, bitch is a hoe and a slut
And I don't like a niggas on my nuts
So I dedicate this one to the groupie
And the Charlie all on my Snoopy

Brothers keep asking, "Ice Cube, yo, when will you bust?"
They surround me and make a big fuss
Now, I was taught back on my block
That you don't ride on nobody's jock

For anything they do, fuck him and his crew
Unless you were gettin' paid too
I'm not saying this to dis each and every fan
Women, you can ride but man be a man

Shake my hand and make it a firm shake
Say, "What's up Ice Cube?" And then break
'Cause if you're hangin' there, I'ma tell you loud and clear
"Get off my my dick, nigga and tell yo bitch to come here"

Stay off his dick, stay off his dick
Yo, yo, yo, check this out

I step into the club, to rub-a-dub
It seems like all the little hoes fall in love with my money
'Cause yo, about a year ago, I was just
Your ordinary average everyday crazy ass bro

But you know, I just can't be equal
'Cause they know, I know a lot of famous people
But to a one night stand, there's no sequel
Here's the pickle, pretend it's a Popsicle

See for a fat booty, I do damage
They think I'm a star so I take advantage
It's just another Ice Cube groupie test
She's a hoe 'cause they knew her at the front desk

Told her to meet me at the room 110
And the bitch showed up with her boyfriend
I let him in, all he could do was grin
He had a camera, a T-shirt, a pad and pen

He said, "Yo Ice Cube, can you sign this?"
I only did it 'cause his bitch was the finest
She blew me a kiss and gave a bitter frown
Like, how can we get rid of this clown?

Me and her sat down, he got a little jealous
'Cause his punk ass sat in the middle of us
And he asked me question after question
It felt like a motherfuckin' interview session

Then his girl got up, I heard the do' shut
And he was still there, swingin' from my nuts
I said, "Get the fuck out" and made it loud and clear
"Get off my dick, nigga and tell your bitch to come here"

Yo, I respect the respectable
If your girl is all on my dick, check the hoe
Say, "Yeah that nigga he can rap fly"
But you know, stars are up in the sky

'Cause all I got is hard dick and bubblegum
Just ran out my last stick is where I'm comin' from
I'm not tellin' you to diss Mr. Ice Cube
'Cause you know, I'm the one that can show and prove

Now groupie girls, I just make 'em wait
But the groupie boys, I can't tolerate
I hate it so much, I'ma start givin' stitches
To the niggaz that's starin' like bitches

'Cause I'm not a fairy, a Mary or a faggot
Gimme the eye, I'll fly and tag it
Now you see? Jockin' ain't healthy
'Cause you think that I'm young and I'm wealthy?

With juice, so I see you try to run behind
But I'ma tell you, punk, you gets none of mine
'Cause I was taught, see a fool, use a fool
By the niggaz who terrorized the old school
So don't try me or buy me a beer, just stay off my dick, nigga

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Get Off My Dick &Amp; Tell Yo Bitch To Come Here - Lyrics - AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted - Ice Cube

Title: Get Off My Dick &Amp; Tell Yo Bitch To Come Here
Album: AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Eric Sadler, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Stay off his dick

Nigga, some don't think I can flow
So here we go to a new track to show the wack
That I can throw styles that show up
I blow up and blast here
Niggas still tripping off the shit I said last year

About a bitch is a, bitch is a hoe and a slut
And I don't like a niggas on my nuts
So I dedicate this one to the groupie
And the Charlie all on my Snoopy

Brothers keep asking, "Ice Cube, yo, when will you bust?"
They surround me and make a big fuss
Now, I was taught back on my block
That you don't ride on nobody's jock

For anything they do, fuck him and his crew
Unless you were gettin' paid too
I'm not saying this to dis each and every fan
Women, you can ride but man be a man

Shake my hand and make it a firm shake
Say, "What's up Ice Cube?" And then break
'Cause if you're hangin' there, I'ma tell you loud and clear
"Get off my my dick, nigga and tell yo bitch to come here"

Stay off his dick, stay off his dick
Yo, yo, yo, check this out

I step into the club, to rub-a-dub
It seems like all the little hoes fall in love with my money
'Cause yo, about a year ago, I was just
Your ordinary average everyday crazy ass bro

But you know, I just can't be equal
'Cause they know, I know a lot of famous people
But to a one night stand, there's no sequel
Here's the pickle, pretend it's a Popsicle

See for a fat booty, I do damage
They think I'm a star so I take advantage
It's just another Ice Cube groupie test
She's a hoe 'cause they knew her at the front desk

Told her to meet me at the room 110
And the bitch showed up with her boyfriend
I let him in, all he could do was grin
He had a camera, a T-shirt, a pad and pen

He said, "Yo Ice Cube, can you sign this?"
I only did it 'cause his bitch was the finest
She blew me a kiss and gave a bitter frown
Like, how can we get rid of this clown?

Me and her sat down, he got a little jealous
'Cause his punk ass sat in the middle of us
And he asked me question after question
It felt like a motherfuckin' interview session

Then his girl got up, I heard the do' shut
And he was still there, swingin' from my nuts
I said, "Get the fuck out" and made it loud and clear
"Get off my dick, nigga and tell your bitch to come here"

Yo, I respect the respectable
If your girl is all on my dick, check the hoe
Say, "Yeah that nigga he can rap fly"
But you know, stars are up in the sky

'Cause all I got is hard dick and bubblegum
Just ran out my last stick is where I'm comin' from
I'm not tellin' you to diss Mr. Ice Cube
'Cause you know, I'm the one that can show and prove

Now groupie girls, I just make 'em wait
But the groupie boys, I can't tolerate
I hate it so much, I'ma start givin' stitches
To the niggaz that's starin' like bitches

'Cause I'm not a fairy, a Mary or a faggot
Gimme the eye, I'll fly and tag it
Now you see? Jockin' ain't healthy
'Cause you think that I'm young and I'm wealthy?

With juice, so I see you try to run behind
But I'ma tell you, punk, you gets none of mine
'Cause I was taught, see a fool, use a fool
By the niggaz who terrorized the old school
So don't try me or buy me a beer, just stay off my dick, nigga

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Get Off My *** And Tell Yo ***** To Come Here [Remix] - Lyrics - Kill At Will - Ice Cube

Title: Get Off My *** And Tell Yo ***** To Come Here [Remix]
Album: Kill At Will
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Eric Sadler, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Stay off his dick

Nigga, some don't think I can flow
So here we go to a new track to show the wack
That I can throw styles that show up
I blow up and blast here
Niggas still tripping off the shit I said last year

About a bitch is a, bitch is a hoe and a slut
And I don't like a niggas on my nuts
So I dedicate this one to the groupie
And the Charlie all on my Snoopy

Brothers keep asking, "Ice Cube, yo, when will you bust?"
They surround me and make a big fuss
Now, I was taught back on my block
That you don't ride on nobody's jock

For anything they do, fuck him and his crew
Unless you were gettin' paid too
I'm not saying this to dis each and every fan
Women, you can ride but man be a man

Shake my hand and make it a firm shake
Say, "What's up Ice Cube?" And then break
'Cause if you're hangin' there, I'ma tell you loud and clear
"Get off my my dick, nigga and tell yo bitch to come here"

Stay off his dick, stay off his dick
Yo, yo, yo, check this out

I step into the club, to rub-a-dub
It seems like all the little hoes fall in love with my money
'Cause yo, about a year ago, I was just
Your ordinary average everyday crazy ass bro

But you know, I just can't be equal
'Cause they know, I know a lot of famous people
But to a one night stand, there's no sequel
Here's the pickle, pretend it's a Popsicle

See for a fat booty, I do damage
They think I'm a star so I take advantage
It's just another Ice Cube groupie test
She's a hoe 'cause they knew her at the front desk

Told her to meet me at the room 110
And the bitch showed up with her boyfriend
I let him in, all he could do was grin
He had a camera, a T-shirt, a pad and pen

He said, "Yo Ice Cube, can you sign this?"
I only did it 'cause his bitch was the finest
She blew me a kiss and gave a bitter frown
Like, how can we get rid of this clown?

Me and her sat down, he got a little jealous
'Cause his punk ass sat in the middle of us
And he asked me question after question
It felt like a motherfuckin' interview session

Then his girl got up, I heard the do' shut
And he was still there, swingin' from my nuts
I said, "Get the fuck out" and made it loud and clear
"Get off my dick, nigga and tell your bitch to come here"

Yo, I respect the respectable
If your girl is all on my dick, check the hoe
Say, "Yeah that nigga he can rap fly"
But you know, stars are up in the sky

'Cause all I got is hard dick and bubblegum
Just ran out my last stick is where I'm comin' from
I'm not tellin' you to diss Mr. Ice Cube
'Cause you know, I'm the one that can show and prove

Now groupie girls, I just make 'em wait
But the groupie boys, I can't tolerate
I hate it so much, I'ma start givin' stitches
To the niggaz that's starin' like bitches

'Cause I'm not a fairy, a Mary or a faggot
Gimme the eye, I'll fly and tag it
Now you see? Jockin' ain't healthy
'Cause you think that I'm young and I'm wealthy?

With juice, so I see you try to run behind
But I'ma tell you, punk, you gets none of mine
'Cause I was taught, see a fool, use a fool
By the niggaz who terrorized the old school
So don't try me or buy me a beer, just stay off my dick, nigga

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Shut 'Em Down - Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Ll Cool J

Title: Shut 'Em Down
Album: Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): G Spivey, J.T. Smith

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Lyric:
I can shut a nigga down so quick my sounds so sick
My talents spread around while I'm holdin' my dick
My dingling shit flip emaculate
Evolutionary flows, y'all want more dough

Make wit the best, get the best, all the rest hit 'em less
Rip a nigga from the East to the West
Just a lyrical maze, lyrical days
God works in mysterious ways

I'm the warlord of war, relieve the raw dog
Niggas ain't even comin' close to my low score
Niggas fleein' when I'm rippin' on the hard core beat
That's slammin' through your jeep like a 44 Mack to your back

Nigga L never got rip by a track
I don't fuck around, always come back
For the lyrical miracle day one platinum plaque right off the back
Looked at every nigga wit the mic on my arm

A time-bomb blowin' up ring the alarm
Cool double O flow well to the LL
I'm leave the world looking hard as hell

I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)
I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)

I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)
I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)

To the next plateau niggas bet my flow
Betta bet I role wit more control
Gotta bring the heat that eliminate who can't compete
Spit razors to rip the beat

Relentless, endless, friendless when it comes to the lyrical mack
Now, off my back, stack 'em, drag 'em, now, feds waggin'
Hear you fassen, place on the blood of my veins without passion
Mashin', take a little time to think the rhyme out

How to find out, bump and grind out, pump the lines out
I'ma show what the microphone is all about without doubt
C to the double O, bounce in the bubble eye Limo
No, I ain't checkin' for you bull shit demo
Every time you hear me in a battle I'm lethal
Nigga too sweet n' low you ain't equal

I shut 'em down, I shut 'em down
I shut 'em down, I shut 'em down
I shut 'em down, I shut 'em down
I shut 'em down, I shut 'em down

I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)
I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)

I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)
I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)

I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)
I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)

I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)
I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)

I can take you to the level if I let my phantom
Nigga 'bout to rule the world wit one anthem
Kidnapped rap for a handsome ransom
Smoke a little Branson on the side of the mansion

Keep it thugged out even when a nigga dancing
Branson make that trans and keep it dancing
I'ma murder every nigga in the game
Can't stand the rain, fuck a maintain

Gotta leave the world in flames
Nigga wanna live life stay out of my lanes
Tryin' to read my name
Here's a murderous combo wit you on your pain

Sideways stimulator bringin' the flames
Niggas wanna feel me, spit the whole clips
Sing along it will split your lip
45 wit an name on the grip
Niggas said, "You wanna battle?" Nigga now talk shit

I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)
I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)

I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)
I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)

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Queen Bitch 2 (Remix) - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Queen Bitch 2 (Remix)
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Julian Garfield, Kim Jones, Nash Myrick, Christopher Wallace, Roger Greene, Sean Combs, Carlos Daronde Broady, Calvin Broady

Lyric:
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh
Beotch, come on, yeah, uh, uh
He-he y'all ain't ready
Come on now, turn me up a little bit

Every thing you heard yo that's my word
You play the herd and repeat every word
It get on your nerves to see how we swerve
Watches that shine dimes with his and her furs

Straight from the curb to the suburb
In the black suburb plucking birds, getting served
Y'all ain't never learned how this world turn
Thought it was over, huh now we returned

To whom it may concern when you're hot you burn
Maybe it wasn't meant to be or it just ain't your turn
The rules also stern nigga get what you earn
And we still move in silence, nigga ya heard?

Y'all know who y'all are, wanna battle? Better call
An end to all that shit you legit? Spit a bar
What? See I won the show got the illest flow
Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes

It's the original and everybody know
I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo
I'm undroppable, untoppable
You can't hold me down don't you know I'm unstoppable

Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear
I'ma tell you know, just like I told you last year
Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh
Too many bitches just be licking the dick

And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard
Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw
Oh something missing the shower pissing
All up in your mouth what? You think I'm kidding?

'Cause everything we do we got a right to
You criticize me we despise you
If what they say is true we the baddest crew
I'm far from broke so why should I be mad at you?

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

You must be out your mind or you must be high
Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty
No where near shy see I make you cry
The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby

Oh yeah and by the way, you got one more day
All you got to pay boo you got something to say
Yeah bring it on bitch, you ain't strong bitch
Thought you'd be around long wrong bitch

Got nothing but love but when push comes to shove
We turn to thugs and we put on them gloves
Commence to licking slugs you ain't giving up
More bags zipping up, fake thug, nigga what?

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

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Queen Bitch Part Ii [Remix] - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Queen Bitch Part Ii [Remix]
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Julian Garfield, Kim Jones, Nash Myrick, Christopher Wallace, Roger Greene, Sean Combs, Carlos Daronde Broady, Calvin Broady

Lyric:
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh
Beotch, come on, yeah, uh, uh
He-he y'all ain't ready
Come on now, turn me up a little bit

Every thing you heard yo that's my word
You play the herd and repeat every word
It get on your nerves to see how we swerve
Watches that shine dimes with his and her furs

Straight from the curb to the suburb
In the black suburb plucking birds, getting served
Y'all ain't never learned how this world turn
Thought it was over, huh now we returned

To whom it may concern when you're hot you burn
Maybe it wasn't meant to be or it just ain't your turn
The rules also stern nigga get what you earn
And we still move in silence, nigga ya heard?

Y'all know who y'all are, wanna battle? Better call
An end to all that shit you legit? Spit a bar
What? See I won the show got the illest flow
Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes

It's the original and everybody know
I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo
I'm undroppable, untoppable
You can't hold me down don't you know I'm unstoppable

Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear
I'ma tell you know, just like I told you last year
Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh
Too many bitches just be licking the dick

And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard
Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw
Oh something missing the shower pissing
All up in your mouth what? You think I'm kidding?

'Cause everything we do we got a right to
You criticize me we despise you
If what they say is true we the baddest crew
I'm far from broke so why should I be mad at you?

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

You must be out your mind or you must be high
Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty
No where near shy see I make you cry
The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby

Oh yeah and by the way, you got one more day
All you got to pay boo you got something to say
Yeah bring it on bitch, you ain't strong bitch
Thought you'd be around long wrong bitch

Got nothing but love but when push comes to shove
We turn to thugs and we put on them gloves
Commence to licking slugs you ain't giving up
More bags zipping up, fake thug, nigga what?

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

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Queen Bitch Ii - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Queen Bitch Ii
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Julian Garfield, Kim Jones, Nash Myrick, Christopher Wallace, Roger Greene, Sean Combs, Carlos Daronde Broady, Calvin Broady

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Lyric:
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh
Beotch, come on, yeah, uh, uh
He-he y'all ain't ready
Come on now, turn me up a little bit

Every thing you heard yo that's my word
You play the herd and repeat every word
It get on your nerves to see how we swerve
Watches that shine dimes with his and her furs

Straight from the curb to the suburb
In the black suburb plucking birds, getting served
Y'all ain't never learned how this world turn
Thought it was over, huh now we returned

To whom it may concern when you're hot you burn
Maybe it wasn't meant to be or it just ain't your turn
The rules also stern nigga get what you earn
And we still move in silence, nigga ya heard?

Y'all know who y'all are, wanna battle? Better call
An end to all that shit you legit? Spit a bar
What? See I won the show got the illest flow
Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes

It's the original and everybody know
I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo
I'm undroppable, untoppable
You can't hold me down don't you know I'm unstoppable

Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear
I'ma tell you know, just like I told you last year
Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh
Too many bitches just be licking the dick

And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard
Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw
Oh something missing the shower pissing
All up in your mouth what? You think I'm kidding?

'Cause everything we do we got a right to
You criticize me we despise you
If what they say is true we the baddest crew
I'm far from broke so why should I be mad at you?

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

You must be out your mind or you must be high
Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty
No where near shy see I make you cry
The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby

Oh yeah and by the way, you got one more day
All you got to pay boo you got something to say
Yeah bring it on bitch, you ain't strong bitch
Thought you'd be around long wrong bitch

Got nothing but love but when push comes to shove
We turn to thugs and we put on them gloves
Commence to licking slugs you ain't giving up
More bags zipping up, fake thug, nigga what?

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

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Stomp (Remix) - Lyrics - Young Buck

Title: Stomp (Remix)
Artist: Young Buck
Composer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard, Jayceon Terrll Taylor, Christopher Bridges, David Brown

Lyric:
Uh, oh, young buck
Dirty south, yo

I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp

Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

I'm Cadillac n through the hood sittin' on 24's
T.V's playin' rim's spinnin', blowin' plenty 'dro
Don't have to mention when you pimpin' you get plenty hoes
It's all on you if you gon' trick or you gon' get yo' dough

I know I got these haters, mad I can love that
When you got love for the streets, they give ya love back
Look in my eyes, you can tell I ain't never scared
Poppin' them thangs, I'm rockin' my chain anywhere

If you gon' represent your hood, what you waitin' on?
Security better back up when they play this song
And we 'bout 50 strong, please don't make us do you wrong
My click of guerrilla's they got they G-Unit's on

All of that mean muggin' really don't mean nothin'
C'mon n' take it outside, let me see somethin'
W-w-what now? Don't get B-B-Buck'd down
Stop all this hatin' or this club gon' get s-s-shut down

Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch how I get the club crunk I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys, do and stomp

Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

G-G-G-Unit, comin' straight outta Compton
Lace up my G-6's and I'm A-Town stompin'
Got ten-thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump in
'Cause Luda and Young Buck always gettin' me into somethin'

Low rider out front, I'm tryin' to get into somethin'
Step on banks, shoot one more time then I'ma start bustin'
Rows gold in my grill, I got a dirty mouth
And a bitch with a fat ass from the dirty, dirty south

I wasn't tryin' to get the cover of the Double XL
Just tryin' to fuck Mya 'cause Dre said, "Sex sells"
Don't be mad at the rocks in my fuckin' chain
Don't be mad 'cause your bitch chose Buck and Game

You see the logo tatted on my neck
The same one I'm autographin' on the chest
Put your bottles in the air for Yayo, he on House Arrest
And on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit West
Now stomp, G-G-G-Unit, now stomp, G-G-G-Unit

I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp

Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

Mothafucka, I'm a monster in this game similar to the Lochness
My rhymes is nappy rooted, some verses gotta process
The truth in this booth, ain't no doubt when I'm rappin'
If I say it I've either done it or it's 'bout to happen

When I pull up in the Louis truck on 26's people dumb out
If life's a crap game, I'm rollin' 7's on the come out
These rapper's think I'm ignent, love sayin' my name
'Cause maintainin' my fish tank an' they house cost the same

Ask me I'll say I made it an' it sure wasn't luck
'Cause hustler's relate to me and some are younger than Buck
You see I'm married to my music but we got a prenupt
So, if that bitch don't act right, I'm still gettin' my cut

My deals never get screwed my contracts practice abstinence
I'm masterin' this program hazin' these undergraduates
So, pimpin' be easy, quit catchin' feelings
'Cause you worth a couple hundred grand and I'm worth millions
Nobodys thinkin' about you plus your beef ain't legit
So, please stay off the T I P of my dick

I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp

Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

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Get A Lil' Head - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: Get A Lil' Head
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): J Johnson, Ryan Garner, B J Ross, Dedrick D'Mon Rolison, D (Jr) Williams, Harry Wayne Casey, Rick Dutch Cousin, Richard Finch

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Lyric:
This goes out to all them niggas, that got the ups on these hoes
And that Willy, don't give a mad ass fuck about a bitch
Tell 'em Techniec

Listen up baby, yo I'm talkin' to you
About what your fast ass need to be goin' thru
I see the ho' in you, it ain't hard to go in you
And I be fo' sho' a fool if I invest some dough in you

I gotta show to do so cut straight to the chase
Got five minutes, get in it, nuts straight to ya face
In case you lost all your morals
I know more hoes that specialise in oral

I like that, sleep good on the flight back, spread the word
The first night back that's on the Beach
Outta town, I met a freak with chips, made a nigga bust like Keith
Mo' head the better while I go head for the cheddar

Man, I got a bitch bad as Shante Moore
But I don't love that ho', 'cos cash all I got love for
She like to fuck, I like to get my dick sucked
She gave me head while baby stashed her fingers in her butt

I told her, "Baby, if you wanna be my honey
You gotta suck my dick and you gots ta give me money"
She shook her head and she moaned out load
She couldn't answer back, she had my dick in her mouth

Ain't makin' like a pretty bitch gogglin' balls
Especially if the pretty bitch is gogglin' yours
I need a bitch to blow me out like a candle
With lips like Badu and a mouth like Teisha Campbell

Get a lil' head, make a lil' love
Get sucked down tonight, sucked down tonight
Get a lil' head, make a lil' love
Get sucked down tonight, sucked down tonight

Fuckin' for riches, elegant model bitches
My mind's in a right perspective, I keeps it temptin'
She's seen somethin' glistenin' and any ho will copper
Binky from that Hoo Bangin', mobsters eatin' lobsters

Boo sent me a bitch he thought, I couldn't handle
Wanna 4' 5', gettin' head, lookin' like Naomi Campbell
Fiona Folanda, all the way to Gidget
Ain't fuckin' wit' no hoes 'less they makin' over six digits

Check it, that bitch is fine, finest made wine
Let me hit it from behind 'cos I'm down with Mack-Dime
That bitch gave me the sex wit' no flex
Plus that loot was mesmerised off of Binky Mac's row

"Ain't y'all rappers? Don't y'all Hoo Bang?"
Yes, shut your mouth, give up the pootang
I make ya moan and groan
Bitch, look me in my eyes, you gettin' fucked by Boo Kapone

You better shake it, 'til you break it
Jump outcha clothes and get buck-ed naked
I smash, I blast, I left her gash
I pull a train like my name was Joe Flash

Get a lil' head, make a lil' love
Get sucked down tonight, sucked down tonight
Get a lil' head, make a lil' love
Get sucked down tonight, sucked down tonight

See a bitch is a bitch is a ho' is a ho'
And which one of y'all gonna blow Mack 1-0
One bitch said, "Me, I'll hit my knees like a crawler
Mack, I'll suck your dick, I just love a big baller"

I whipped it out she said, "Damn, it's like the neck on a giraffe
I'll spend a hour down south for you to nut in my mouth
I'm a pro at sex, I ride a dick like a Honda
My name is Rhonda, well Rhonda, meet Anaconda

Start suckin' and slurpin' and hummin' when you do me
"I'm a fan of yours, then will you do somethin' to me
I love a thug nigga that a pack a few Glocks
Mack, don't make me blow your socks and kick rocks"

Quiet on the set, bitch, I'll do what I like
Now shut the fuck up and just check my mic
Tramp, don't say shit to ya, fuck my whole crew
'Cos a ho' ain't a ho' 'til she's ran all thru

Get a lil' head, make a lil' love
Get sucked down tonight, sucked down tonight
Get a lil' head, make a lil' love
Get sucked down tonight, sucked down tonight

You're gonna suck Big Spike dick, you gon' suck Wave's dick
Eh, Carlos, you want your dick sucked, nigga?
Yo, hehah, you gonna suck The Roadawgs dick
You gonna suck The Comrades dick

Bitch, you gonna suck Scoop dick
You gonna suck Growlski dick
You gonna suck Techniec dick
Yo, you gonna suck Gump dick

And your daughter gonna suck Lil' Mac dick, bitch
Or kick rocks, now what's happenin?
Okay, wait a minute, let me get some water first
My mouth is kinda dry

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Dick In A Box - Lyrics - Justin Timberlake

Title: Dick In A Box
Artist: Justin Timberlake
Composer(s): Katreese D Barnes, Andrew D Samberg, Akiva Schaffer, Jorma Taccone, Justin R Timberlake

Lyric:
Hey girl
I got somethin' real important to give you
So just sit down and listen

Girl you know we've been together such a long long time
(Such a long time)
And now I'm ready to lay it on the line
Wow, you know it's Christmas and my heart is open wide
(Open wide)
Gonna give you something so you know what's on my mind
(What's on my mind)

A gift real special, so take off the top
Take a look inside it's my dick in a box
It's in a box

Not gonna get you a diamond ring
That sort of gift don't mean anything
Not gonna get you a fancy car
Girl, ya gotta know you're my shinin' star

Not gonna get you a house in the hills
A girl like you needs somethin' real
Wanna get you somethin' from the heart
Somethin' special girl

It's my dick in a box
My dick in a box babe
It's my dick in a box
Ooh, my dick in a box girl

See I'm wise enough to know
When a gift needs givin', and I got just the one
Somethin' to show ya that you are second to none

To all the fellas out there with ladies to impress
It's easy to do just follow these steps

1, cut a hole in a box
2, put your junk in that box
3, make her open the box
And that's the way you do it

It's my dick in a box
My dick in a box babe
It's my dick in a box
Ooh, my dick in a box girl

Christmas, dick in a box
Hanukkah, dick in a box
Kwanzaa, a dick in a box
Every single holiday a dick in a box

Over at your parents' house, a dick in a box
Mid-day at the grocery store, a dick in a box
Backstage at the CMA's, a dick in a box

My dick in a box
My dick in a box
My dick in a box

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Medley For A "V" (The Pussy Medley) - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: Medley For A "V" (The Pussy Medley)
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): George Archie, El De Barge, Dion Bennett, El Debarge Nathaniel Hale, Kelton Mcdonald, 2nd Ii None Crawford Wilkierson, David Blake, Calvin Broadus, Jason Lewis

Lyric:
Ay yo G-1, I been listening to this nigga Quik album
And he ain't got no songs about the pussy
You know that nigga gotta have something about the pussy
On this shit, ya feel me?
And I'm just that nigga to beat the pussy up
So uh, if you feel me like I feel you, ya know what I'm sayin'
Let me get a little piece of this thang here like that there, trip

Let a nigga from the E.S. L.B. D.P. beat that pussy
'Til it's soft and mushy, I love that bushy
And most niggas still do
Unless that bitch shit smells like mildew
And we'll do damn near anything to get it
And once I got it, I'm outtie I stay 'bout it
I sip a little tea then light up my weed
I slip on my rubber out the cover then I proceed

To give yo' little thick ass what you need
Gangsta gangsta, I'll make ya cootie cat scream
Didn't I turn ya on like a phone?
You lovin' that Doggy Dogg meaty bone
When ya moan, ya whole voice tone make me wanna
Put my bizalls in ya jizaws 'cause y'all
Know what I'm gettin' at I'm spittin' at
Nigga wanna fuck trick, so what's up bitch?

See as long as my muthafuckin' dick get hard
And I got a million dollars banked out on my credit card
No disrespect or no disregard but I'm hoppin' for that pussy
Like they used to hop for cars
My nigga DJ Q told me come on through
'Cause he got a gang of bitches that was down to do
Keep it poppin' since I'm from the big LBC
That's right down the street from Compton

I pop in the liquor store to grab some hats
A bag of ice, some blue dice and some Cognac, yeah
The pussy's good especially when it's from a whole 'nother neighborhood
How good do it get when you on that G shit
I'm strokin' that pussy 'til that bitch seasick
We dick bitches down and that's rule number 3 in the Dogg Pound
Bitch drawers down!

We won't get no radio play
But we probably get some pussy for this
What you say?
I said we won't get no radio play
But we probably get some pussy for this
You can't be, you can't be my lady
But I'll let you be, let you be my playmate

Uhh baby, let Silk whine while we 6-9
I slide on this rubber and we'll be just fine
Now if my condom broke and my ass got smoked
I'ma still get to Heaven on a little rubber boat, uhh
Snoop hit it, then I hit it too
Aww yeah, little bitch I'm talkin' 'bout you
Now all ya ever do is sit around and boo hoo
Talkin' 'bout Hi-C, I love that it's you

She said, "Where ya been?", I said, "In ya mouth"
If ya lookin' for love, then take me down South
And I'll tell you all the things to make ya laugh and giggle
While I insert my inner self up in ya tender vittles
A hot pocket Snoop Dogg told me to stop it
He heard me in the other room bangin' a broom
And baby, better do me like I'm one in a million
Check yo' feelings and point that ass to the ceiling

'Cause I'm the dick 'em down king, 'call me on the celly
Let it ring and prepare ya lips for the ding ding
And if ya got some friends, let 'em bend on over
While I ride 'em like a '98 Rover
You can wish and you want but this dick ya gonna meet
Hit ya elbows and knees and spread ya booty cheeks
And call me Daddi with a I, girl, you're doin' everything by the book
Nate Dogg, tell 'em how she looked

Girl, ya lookin' fine so fine
I wonder if you'd like to take the time to grind
If so, why don't you leave with me today, let's play
This game I call it 'touch a secret place', let's play

See first I just grab ya from behind, ya mine
And then I just push until I find that [Incomprehensible]
Right now I know you've came a couple of times, that's fine
As long as you know I have to leave in time

You can't be, you can't be, you can't be my lady
But I'll let you be, let you be my playmate
You can't be, you can't be my lady
But I'll let you be, let you be my playmate

Now ain't nothin' like tight pussy on my dick
It's the Gangsta D, baby, never saved a trick
Got a harem full of hoes mashin' to the studio
With all my niggas you will get busy, hoe
Now the first bitch, she want dick to the tonsils
My second and third wanna fuck on the console
My fourth start to leave like the Duke was shootin' shots
While my money maker walking the stroll for my knot

Got that bitch mouth smellin' like fresh cock
Young twat, if I can smell it, I'm a tell ya to get going
With a douche pack, you're makin' my nose react
Reekin' but that ain't tweed or no yak
More like 25 pounds of get back and I can tell by ya walk
It's talk back but if that ain't yo case let me take a ride
On yo' love roller coaster, pull them panties aside, KK

I'ma lead it to the left and to the right
And I'ma make ya scream and holla for more
And I bet you when I'm in it, you can't help but to admit it
You ain't never came this good before
Chivas Regal got my dick so hard
I ain't gon' make it to the house because that's too far
Mr. Quik, give me the keys to the Benzo
So I can hit it right here on the E-Lo, ha baby

I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights

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Take A Lick - Lyrics - Akinyele

Title: Take A Lick
Artist: Akinyele
Composer(s): Ron Miller, Akinyele Adams, E Thomason, Bert Reid, T Inoue

Lyric:
Who A K, Akinyele, ya he came to London
I took him around and shit and he was nice
I was going to fuck him
No, I really was going to fuck him

But I didn't, I wanted to fuck him though
I was gonna give him some of this pussy
But he started talking some wild shit
He said, "Oh yes you will be licking my dick tonight"
Oh no, I motherfucking won't

I was laying in the bed like give me some head
She said when it coming out black uh uh you dead
I don't suck dils, I was looking at the chick like bitch ill
What the fuck the deal

Do you really feel if you don't begin at nil
You would add sex appeal well I feel
Oh yes, you will be licking my dick tonight

My zipper went zip, I put my pants to my hips
She put her thumbs up like the father said sss
I was like shit, I dislike her
She got her thumbs in the air like a hitchiker

Ready to fight her but instead I chill
I looked her in the grill and said
Oh yes, you will be licking my dick tonight
Oh no, I motherfucking won't

Ha yo, I pick my kind of steady booker
I put my nuts by your chin so when you look up
I be on top of you doing Bobby Brown push ups
When you give me head lift your toosh up

When I said, what I said
You should of seen her whole face pushed up
She said huh what ill
Oh yes, you will be licking my dick tonight

I won't be doing that shit never done it before
No I'm not doing it get your hands off my head
Move it out of my face, I don't believe in that shit
You're asking me, I won't do it
Oh yes, you will be licking my dick tonight
Oh no, I motherfucking won't

You would swear that she want it
From the way you kissed my stomach
Huh, I couldn't wait to start coming from it
Imagine it she doing it like she getting blunt it
You know French kiss and put the tongue on it

And then she stopped and I was like doggone it
Stop acting scared like my house haunted
Oh yes, you will be licking my dick tonight

I said boo do me and I'll do you
She said okay go first and I'll do you
Well, I do lick the pussy and you do lick the dick
And I do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
If this is true, I'd do anything for you
Then I guess, oh yes, you will be licking my dick tonight
No no, I motherfucking won't

Licking the dick or licking the clit
If we do it together we on some 69 shit
Licking the dick or licking the clit
I know mad chicks act like they don't lick dick
Licking the dick or licking the clit huh if I had to pick
Oh yes, you will be licking my dick tonight

I don't do that, I've never done it
I won't be doing that shit
Don't be trying it, move, I ain't sucking it
Oh yes, you will be licking my dick tonight
Oh no, I motherfucking won't

Ha to all my dick suckers in the house, what up
And all my clit lickers in the house, what up
To all my dick suckers in the house, what up
And all my clit lickers in the house, what up

You know this is straight up cunt language type shit, shit
Shit, oh yes you will be licking my dick tonight

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For Everybody - Lyrics - Juve The Great - Juvenile

Title: For Everybody
Album: Juve The Great
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Craig Lawson

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Lyric:
Yeah, U T P nigga, come on
K L C nigga, come on, holla

I done tightened up on my G dog
Wacko outcher flippin' these hoes like see saws
Ya man trippin' girl, look we can creep on
Ya friends stressin' too, I'll flip all 3 of y'all
Respect my steez, I ain't really 'bout fallin' in love
I travel too much and baby sling too many drugs
Stay in the wrong place at the wrong time
With 2 bricks and a chrome 9
To these niggas I'm easy to be provokin'

Look, I got 1 in the chamber and I been smokin'
Don't make me proceed
I'll hit you from ya neck to ya knees
Have ya gaggin' where ya barely could breathe
But I ain't in here for this
Whoadie, I'm in here to get me a bitch
Bring her back to the telly to issue some dick
Hook up with Juve and Skip, go and get me a brick
And get ready for next Sunday to snatch a new chick

You can have an ole' lady
But them hoes
They for everybody
You can have an ole' lady
But them hoes
They for everybody
You can have an ole' lady
But them hoes
They for everybody

Let her go dog, that ain't ya hoe dog
Let me get broke off
Up in this jump off
Let her go dog, that ain't ya hoe dog
Let me get broke off
Up in this jump off

I done tightened up on my G dog
I was ducked out at first but now I beat broads
Cock back, bam Bash in her teeth off
Guarantee you this, that bitch gon' see stars
Respect my gangsta, I see you looking mad and I ain't 'cha
I know 50 Cent and bitch I ain't no Wanksta
And I don't get down like that, in the right time, at the right spot
If you try to buck, you gon' get shot

Hey fella, calm down, I know what ya thinkin'
But I got 1 in this chamber and I been drinkin'
Don't make me proceed, spit in ya face, bastard ya seed
Widow ya wife, you don't need my shit in ya life
Especially how I'm feeling tonight, if it was good, it'd be different
But it's not, so it's not, so let's end it
And bring this shit back to business
You can have yo bitch dog, I live by the rules that I'm givin'

You can have an ole' lady
But them hoes
They for everybody
You can have an ole' lady
But them hoes
They for everybody
You can have an ole' lady
But them hoes
They for everybody

Let her go dog, that ain't ya hoe dog
Let me get broke off
Up in this jump off
Let her go dog, that ain't ya hoe dog
Let me get broke off
Up in this jump off

Come on, come on, come on
Grab yo bitch by the arm 'cuz if she stop she hit
Oh, I know how to get 'em, I hit her with lotsa dick
The simple things I'm knowing that she probably miss
And in return she going out and buy me shit
I hope my adversaries is listening
Motherfucka with tryna be eased from these Devils 'cuz we evil in this
I'm not about to waste my dream on a bitch
I be out to tryna get money while she scheming for dick

I ain't gone lie if my ole lady leave a nigga, I'm sick
But we ain't married so fuck, she ain't got nothing to get
I had to go in fronta the jury January the 6th
I promise ya Honor, I ain't been doin' the shit
They just like to keep niggas like me in a mix
And use it on TV and radio as a skit
You wanna see some masks, make a move to the bricks
But before you make that move grab the tool and the clips, ya heard?

You can have an ole' lady
But them hoes
They for everybody
You can have an ole' lady
But them hoes
They for everybody
You can have an ole' lady
But them hoes
They for everybody
You can have an ole' lady
But them hoes
They for everybody

Let her go dog, that ain't ya hoe dog
Let me get broke off
Up in this jump off
Let her go dog, that ain't ya hoe dog
Let me get broke off
Up in this jump off
Let her go dog, that ain't ya hoe dog
Let me get broke off
Up in this jump off
Let her go dog, that ain't ya hoe dog
Let me get broke off
Up in this jump off

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