Get Right [Bonus Track] - Lyrics - REBIRTH - Jennifer Lopez

Title: Get Right [Bonus Track]
Album: REBIRTH
Artist: Jennifer Lopez
Composer(s): Rich Harrison, Usher Raymond

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Lyric:
You're lookin' just a little too hard at me
Standin' just a little too close to me
You're sayin' not quite enough to me
You're sippin' just a little too slow for me

No doubt, you play it real cool homie
Got me thinkin' what is it you do for me
Trippin'
(Trippin')
A little more than I should be
So, let yourself go and get right with me

I'm about to sign you up, we can get right
Before the night is up, we can get right
We can get right
(We can get right)
I'm about to fill your cup, so we can get right
Before the night is up, we can get right, tonight
(We can get right)

Here I come
Here I come
Here I come
Here I come

Your lips, talkin' 'bout I play too much
Can't a woman take advantage of what she wants?
My hips movin' oh, so slow
(So slow),
Bar tab lookin' like a car note
(Car note)

All I need is you here right by my side
Take whatever you want, baby let's ride
And whatever you won't do, let me decide
Just put your name on the dotted line

I'm about to sign you up, we can get right
Before the night is up, we can get right
We can get right
(We can get right)
I'm about to fill your cup, so we can get right
Before the night is up, we can get right, tonight
(We can get right)

So much we've got to say but so little time
And if tonight ain't long enough, don't leave love behind
(Don't leave this love behind)
Baby, take my hand, I'll show you why

I'm about to sign you up, we can get right
Before the night is up, we can get right
We can get right
(We can get right)
I'm about to fill your cup, so we can get right
Before the night is up, we can get right, tonight
(We can get right)

I'm about to sign you up, we can get right
Before the night is up, we can get right
We can get right
(We can get right)
I'm about to fill your cup, so we can get right
Before the night is up, we can get right, tonight
(We can get right)

I'm about to sign you up, we can get right
Before the night is up, we can get right
We can get right
(We can get right)
I'm about to fill your cup, so we can get right
Before the night is up, we can get right, tonight

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Get Me Bodied (Extended Remix) [Bonus Track] - Lyrics - B'day - Beyonce Knowles

Title: Get Me Bodied (Extended Remix) [Bonus Track]
Album: B'day
Artist: Beyonce Knowles
Composer(s): Angela Beyince, Sean Garrett, Dean Kasseem, Beyonce Knowles, Solange Knowles, Makeba Riddick

Lyric:
Nine, four, eight, one
B'day

Mission one, I?ma put this on
When they see me in this dress I?ma get me some
Mission two, gotta make that call
Tell 'em get the bottles poppin? when they play my song

Mission three, got my three best friends
Like we do it all the time, we gon' do it again
Mission four, got the vintage Rolls
Drop a couple hundred tell him leave it at the door

I ain't worried doin' me tonight
A little sweat ain't never hurt nobody
While you're standin' on the wall
I'm the one to not gettin' bodied

Gettin' bodied, gettin' bodied
Gettin' bodied, gettin' bodied
You want my body, won't you get me bodied
You want my body, won't you get me bodied

Hey everybody, I wanna be myself tonight
Can you get me bodied, I wanna be myself tonight
Won?t you sing my body, I want to let it out tonight
Wanna party, wanna dance, wanna be myself tonight

Mission five, we're at the front of the line
Let me fix my hair before I go inside
Mission six , gotta check these chicks
'Cuz you know they gonna block when I take these flicks

Mission seven, gotta make my rounds
Givin' eyes to the guys, now I think I found 'em
Mission eight, why are we conversatin'?
We could skip small talk, let?s get right to the chase

I ain't worried doin' me tonight
A little sweat ain't never hurt nobody
While you're standin' on the wall
I'm the one to not gettin' bodied

Gettin' bodied, gettin' bodied
Gettin' bodied, gettin' bodied
You want my body, won't you get me bodied
You want my body, won't you get me bodied

You should see my body
I gotta know enough to know if you can get me bodied
I?m kinda tight, I?m feelin' right enough to see somebody
I wanna let it off tonight
Wanna dance, wanna party, wanna be myself tonight

Can you get me bodied, I wanna be myself tonight
Can you get me bodied, I wanna be myself tonight
Won?t you sing my body, I want to let it out tonight
Wanna party, wanna dance, wanna be myself tonight

Baby, all I want is to let it go, ain?t no worries, no
We can dance all night, get me bodied
That means come closer to me, now we grind to the beat
And your body touches my body

All I need is to let it be, ain?t no worry, no
Boy, dance with me, feel my body
Don't stop, just come closer to me while we grind to the beat
And your body touches my body

Ain?t no shame 'cuz I gotta get mine
I swing my hair and kick off my shoes
Come here boy, let me work on you

I ain't worried doin' me tonight
A little sweat ain't never hurt nobody
While you're standin' on the wall
I'm the one to not gettin' bodied

Gettin' bodied, gettin' bodied
Gettin' bodied, gettin' bodied
You want my body, won't you get me bodied
You want my body, won't you get me bodied

Ladies on the floor
All my ladies on the floor
If you're ready, get it ready
To get it, hey, down

Drop down low and sweep the floor with it
Drop, drop down low and sweep the floor with it
Drop down low and sweep the floor with it
Drop, drop down low and sweep the floor with it

Do the oh oh, do the oh oh
Do the oh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh no, no
Oh oh, do the oh oh
Do the oh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh no, no

Pat your weave ladies, pat pat pat your weave ladies
Watch him while he check up on it
Pat your weave ladies, pat pat pat your weaves ladies
Watch him while he check up on it

Ti-tick tick tick tick fight
Now tick tick tick tick tick tick fight
Now tick tick tick tick fight
Now tick tick tick tick tick tick fight

Now pose for the camera now flick flick
Pose for the camera now flick flick
Pose for the camera now flick flick
Pose for the camera now flick flick

Do an old school dance, an old school dance
An old school dance, bring it old school
Do an old school dance, an old school dance
Do an old school dance, yeah, old school

Stop, now cool off cool off
Cool off cool off
Drop, and cool off cool off
Cool off cool off

Wind it back girl, wind it back girl
Duck your head, touch the floor, wind it back
Wind it back girl, wind it back girl
Duck your head, touch the floor, wind it back

Drop to your knees, hunch your back girl
Shake shake it like that alley cat
Drop drop to your knees, hunch your back girl
Shake shake it like that alley cat

Shake your diary air in them Dereon's
Shake shake your diary air in the House Of Dereon's
Shake your diary air in them Dereon's
Shake shake your diary air in the House Of Dereon's

Do the sissor leg, touch your heel, touch your toe
Do the sissor leg, touch your heel, touch your toe
Do the sissor leg, touch your heel, touch your toe
Do the sissor leg, touch your heel, touch your toe

Do the Naomi Campbell walk, Naomi Campbell walk
Walk across the room like Naomi Campbell
Do the Naomi Campbell walk, Naomi Campbell walk
Walk across the room like Naomi Campbell

And snap for the kids, snap for the kids
Snap for them suckas few times
Snap for the kids, snap for the kids
Snap for them suckas few times

I touch your body while you touch my body
We touching bodies tonight, we gettin' bodied
I touch your body while you touch my body
We touching bodies tonight, we gettin' bodied

Gettin' bodied, gettin' bodied
Gettin' bodied, gettin' bodied
You want my body, won't you get me bodied
You want my body, won't you get me bodied

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Balla Baby (Remix - Bonus Track) - Lyrics - Powerballin' - Chingy

Title: Balla Baby (Remix - Bonus Track)
Album: Powerballin'
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Keith Mc Masters, Howard Earl Bailey

Lyric:
You know the definition of a balla
Uh hu that's me
C H I N G to the Y
Let me explain it to you though

I'm a balla say what high roller baby baby baby baby
Shot caller that's right ain't nobody gets crazy
Drive em crazy dirty like me
You a hater you a hater, why you tryin' to play me?
I don't think he know
Fake player, fake player
Ain't nobody hatin' hey, I'm a balla for real, ooh hoo

Girl I know you do the nasty nasty
I could tell when ya when ya walked past me past me
In your prada lookin' flashy
Errthing on your mind just ask me
I know my errelated stuff da wasky wabbit
Carrots all in the dezzy, it's a habit uh wurrs my cash
Outside I gotta Benz and Jag both sittin' on chrome

Is she down for gettin' dirty with a get it boy
All I need is one night just to hit it boy
After the club we can check in at a five star telly
Get a suite an let me put somethin' in your belly
What's your name Sheena
Ah thought you was Shelly
Don't matta four o'clock, just be ready
Foreva solja probably won't come back from your momma
Must be thick that's where ya get your back from

I'm a balla say what high roller baby baby baby baby
Shot caller that's right ain't nobody gets crazy
Drive em crazy dirty like me
You a hater you a hater, why you tryin' to play me?
I don't think he know
Fake player, fake player
Ain't nobody hatin' hey, I'm a balla for real, ooh hoo

Now I know we keep it crackin' ask 'em and brit what's up
The girls on us so dirty who you rollin' wit V I P
From Magic City to the pink slip in the Lou Lou
Them chicks love the diamonds
That I get from Rob Jewels
We been in the spot maan hang up flirtin'
We be surrounding by girls man and I ain't purpin'

All I know is money cash hoes like J
And I got all three no I don't play don't play
Chicks call me Drama King like Kayslay
'Cause in the bed I bring it yeah night and day
Lettin' rounds off in 'em like an ak
You leavin' wit me tell me
Is it free or do I have to pay, what you say

I'm a balla say what high roller baby baby, baby, baby
Shot caller that's right ain't nobody gets crazy
Drive em crazy dirty like me
You a hater you a hater, why you tryin' to play me?
I don't think he know
Fake player, fake player
Ain't nobody hatin' hey, I'm a balla for real, ooh hoo

I like em black, white, Puerto Rican, or Haitian
Like Japanese, Chinese or even Asian okay
Don't matter what color on this occasion, fo sho
Like smoke take a hit of what I'm blazin'
Instead of God it's me these girls praisin'
Meet me at about 6 at the Days Inn
5 of 'em, 1 of me, I'm feelin' caged in

I'm a pimp, I'm a keep on playin'
You know I love 'em for that one night, one night
I could take on ten with my one pipe, one pipe
Knock 'em all like a bowlin' pin on site, on site
Make 'em soak, change a girl, look herre
You better get your mind right, 'cause

I'm a balla say what high roller baby baby baby baby
Shot caller that's right ain't nobody gets crazy
Drive em crazy dirty like me
You a hater you, a hater, why you tryin' to play me?
I don't think he know
Fake player, fake player
Ain't nobody hatin' hey, I'm a balla for real, ooh hoo ooh

Ain't nobody gettin' it like me ooh, ooh
Ooh ooh hoo
Ooh ooh hoo
Ain't nobody gettin' it like me ooh, ooh
Ooh ooh hoo
Ooh ooh hoo

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Who Makes The Loot? (Bonus Track) - Lyrics - Grand Puba

Title: Who Makes The Loot? (Bonus Track)
Artist: Grand Puba
Composer(s): Andrew Levy, W. Dixon, Simon Bartholomew, Jan Kincaid

Lyric:
Who makes the loot? Grand Puba
Who makes the loot?
Who makes the loot? Grand Puba
Well, who makes the loot? Bust it

Goodness grief, let me lighten up the brief
Honies spell Grand Puba when they wanna spell relief
Who is the man, more than a hundred grand?
Give a pound to a friend, put a tool to a clown
Damn, bang, bang, bang, Jimmy Coco Puff
Who is the one who gives you nuff?
Don't answer, here comes the flavor
And you wanna ask what Grand Puba gave ya?

Some dope shit, some real live shit
Puba is the one who's givin' fits
A new style, new style, are you ready for this type?
Now, I rock hip, everybody's rockin' hype
On the very down low you might see me at a show
If the show ain't for dough then you won't see the bro
The Grand man, just as usual
But let me slow down 'cause I know I'm confusin' y'all

Grand Puba, Grand Puba
Grand Puba, Grand Puba
Grand Puba, Grand Puba
Grand Puba

Bust it we gon' move on like this, I once caught a bid
I never hit skid, never date a girl if the girl
Got a kid, nah, poppa's got a brand new bag
And I never hit skins once they sag
Guy says groovy, you like to see a movie?
Stick it in easy, it comes back greasy
First to tell you slow down
But be the second to take you uptown

I won't fall or fumble, trip stagger or stumble
Not a soft sucker but I still come humble
The next candidate, who holds all the weight
It ain't him or him, you better get the story straight
Ron Stud is my D. J. makes the girl feel like it's foreplay
Comin' like a bull, so you better yell, "Ole"
Here is the one, I shine like the sun
You get too close, you might get done

Yeah, funky
Ain't nuttin' but funky, it's just funky
Aiyyo, check this out
The right type of hype
This how we gon' move it for the 90's and the year 2000
Check it out, do the knowledge, this ain't no loop
This is some real live funky, funky get down on the get down
And I'm flowin' to this type of hype

The bass player's real, the drummer's real
The bass player's real, and the drummer's real
Word is bond
We got the guitars, everythin' is live
Knahmsayin'?
Year 2000, it ain't just a simple loop, so don't get souped
As we hit it with the brand new heavies
Yeah

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Hip Hop Fury - Lyrics - The Genius Gza

Title: Hip Hop Fury
Artist: The Genius Gza
Composer(s): Gary Grice, Ch'Ron Smith, Sulayman Ansari, Jason Dockery, Tim Drayton, Robert Diggs

Lyric:
You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu we bustin' ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear to ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop

Here's something to advertise, promote it keep the fan satisfied
Load data for the disc drive, ghetto citywide
Leave 'em paralyzed, they stolen every word I provide
Without no clearance, I nurture this track like Amish parents

Got requests from retail stores, for my appearance
First we target it, then they market it, to kill ya artist wit
The hungry shark, contra hit, whoevers starting shit
Got as many rap soldiers, for how much this record ships

Fuck them niggaz you record with, I make them forfeit
Send a bomb rap in Fed Ex into ya office, son we build and deliver
Came to build with the Gza
[Incomprehensible] the chorus from the Rza, the real album spitta

Me and my street team be holding congress meetings
Audio visual video treatments internationally speaking
Got managers scared to shop you, ready to drop you
It's the coming of the newest hip hop Christ

Pop you, try the BDS and ya sound skins from war fans
Ya whole roster cant take on, one Sun of Man
Get ya street team, get ya sickest out, put ya posters up
Boost ya bucket up, still Razah gonna fuck it up

You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu we bustin' ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear to ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop

Industrialize niggaz change soon as ya get in
Throw 'em on a auction block, CEO's bidding
Highest price paid, for them wack rhymes made
It's over rated, cut off, never reinstated

I be fruitful and multiply with marvelous tales
Feed the hungry MCs and be starving as hell
I laid the first verse and quenched a dry ass niggaz thirst
Who drank my wisdom up like water, till his stomach burst

Full tank, with the premium quality raps
Mickey mouse niggaz get caught on the trap
Ya Cottonelle kids from Scottsdale cleanex
Looking like Rockwell wearing V necks

Ya learn from this earn from this
Niggaz getting tossed and turned for this, burned for this
Extort from a thousands degrees of live MCs
I melt ya niggaz down to the size of fleas

The microphonus, collect the bonus, aiyo, we on this
House niggaz verse the homeless
Ten to one, Tim's the one
Royal famous, the verbal painless

The dark gallery, million dollar pictures
Import from poor to riches, leanin' on doors
We move across the Brooklyn bridge doing 60
Illegal driving, from dusk to red dawn
The Gza, Genius, Wu tang we live long

True indeed, I hook tracks like my seed
Persona, wack MCs do me notta
King Solomon the great, came to evaporate the fake
Yeah you, you know your power U

Ya recognize the voice, it's that nigga from the Wu
Every dart I spit gets mastered and promoted
Ya just been demoted, 'cause ya sweet and sugar coated
Ya folded, ya style is half stale and molded, so mold it

You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu we bustin' ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear to ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop

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Hip Hop Fury - Lyrics - Genius

Title: Hip Hop Fury
Artist: Genius
Composer(s): Gary Grice, Ch'Ron Smith, Sulayman Ansari, Jason Dockery, Tim Drayton, Robert Diggs

Lyric:
You crunchy chump crabs, get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu, we bustin' ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop

Here's something to advertise, promote it keep the fan satisfied
Load data for the disc drive, ghetto citywide
Leave em paralyzed, they stolen every word I provide
Without no clearance, I nurture this track like Amish parents

Got requests from retail stores, for my appearance
First we target it, then they market it, to kill ya artist wit
The hungry shark, contra hit, whoever's starting shit
Got as many rap soldiers, for how much this record ships

Fuck them niggaz you record with, I make them forefeit
Send a bomb rap fed ex into ya office
Son we built and deliver, came to build with the Gza
Check the chorus from the Rza, the real album spitta

Me and my street team be holding congress meetings
Audio visual, video treatments internationally speaking
Got managers scared to shop you, ready to drop you
It's the coming of the newest hip hop Christ

Pop you, try the BDS and sound skins from war fans
Ya whole roster can't take on, one sun of man
Get ya street team, get ya sickest out, put ya posters up
Boost ya bucket up, still Razah gonna fuck it up

You crunchy chump crabs, get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu, we bustin' ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop

Industrialize niggaz change soon as ya get in
Throw 'em on a auction block, CEO's bidding
Highest price paid, for those wack rhymes made
It's over rated, cut off, never reinstated

I be fruitful, and multiply with marvelous tales
Feed the hungry MCs and be starving as hell
I laid the first verse and quenched a dry ass niggaz thirst
Who drank my wisdom up like water, till his stomach burst

Full tank, with the premium quality raps
Mickey mouse niggaz get caught on the trap
Ya cottonelle kids from Scottsdale cleanex
Looking like Rockwell wearing V necks

Ya learn from this earn from this
Niggaz getting tossed and turned for this, burned for this
Extort from a thousands degrees of live MCs
I melt ya niggaz down to the size of fleas

The microphones, collect the bonus, aiyo we on this
House niggaz verse the homeless
Ten to one, Tim's the one, royal famous,the verbal painless
The dark gallery, million dollar pictures

Import from poor to riches, leanin' on doors
We move across the Broklynn bridge doing 60
Illegal driving, from dusk to red dawn
The Gza-Genius, Wu-tang we live long

True indeed, I hook tracks like my seed
Persona, wack MCs do me notta
King Solomon the great, came to evaporate the fake
Yeah you, you know your power you

Ya recognize the voice, it's that nigga from the Wu
Every dart I spit gets mastered and promoted
Ya just been demoted, 'cause ya sweet and sugar coated
Ya folded, ya style is half stale and half molded, so mold it

You crunchy chump crabs, get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu, we bustin' ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop

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Don'T Really Care (Bonus Track) - Lyrics - Powerballin' - Chingy

Title: Don'T Really Care (Bonus Track)
Album: Powerballin'
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Alonzo Lee, Howard Bailey, Shamar Daugherty

Lyric:
Yes it's ya boy chingy once again, chingaling
Represtentin' that STL, you kno wut I'm sayin'
Trackstarz, got to addresse these issues
Wit these ol fake ass niggaz and bitches dirty yo

I don't really care if y'all niggaz hate me
(Go head)
'Cuz I'm out here hustlin' gettin' mine baby
I guess dats why I carry dat 380
Hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me

I don't really care if y'all niggaz hate me
(Go head)
'Cuz I'm out here hustlin' gettin' mine baby
I guess dats why I carry dat 380
Hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me

I'm tha same cat tho some of y'all changed before
106 and park I was stuck in tha grane
See these record labels and exit's got me insane
Mo' money mo', now watch how my money grow

And all these wack rappaz I gorge 'em real slow
Yeah, I slung blow, hung on tha fo
Cocked 44's and kicked down dooz
Robbed liquor stoze, threw my bowz

Dealt wit cats who put shit in they noze
At tha age 8, I wuz ridin' in a rolls
Bitches stay mad, 'cuz I ain't tha dad, of they child
But bitch look her dat 1 and park wild

I don't really care if y'all niggaz hate me
(Go head)
'Cuz I'm out here hustlin' gettin' mine baby
I guess dats why I carry dat 380
Hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me

I don't really care if y'all niggaz hate me
(Go head)
'Cuz I'm out here hustlin' gettin' mine baby
I guess dats why I carry dat 380
Hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me

All I do is listen to headphones and get on airplanes
One album made me rich, I know it ain't a fer game
(Nuh, uh)
I ain't got no sper change, me and my cats your thang
(4's up)

Ya twinz get on ya kneez tell me what's on your brain
We hop in tha range, wit them rimz dat move
I'm a mechanic 'cause I keep them handy man toolz
Hommie I can't lose, I choose to crush crewz
(Crush 'em)

Come at me sidewayz get yo, peanut bruised
All I eva wanted was a house on the hillz
But how I end up wit 4 carz, 4 braudz and 4 mill
(That's right)

I don't really care if y'all niggaz hate me
(Go head)
'Cuz I'm out here hustlin' gettin' mine baby
I guess dats why I carry dat 380
Hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me

I don't really care if y'all niggaz hate me
(Go head)
'Cuz I'm out here hustlin' gettin' mine baby
I guess dats why I carry dat 380
Hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me

I gotta few friendz, I gotta few endz
Enough to buy dat blue Benz wit a lot of blue trim
Yes some new rimz, spreewellz do spin
Berry blue ginn mixed wit cherr coke hynn

I passed tha dope men, the crack house juss got broke in
Us they provokin', leave pistols smokin'
They choze me to play tha game here go my token
No bring no men, come to my show then

See don't cha head be open from tha lead
I'm throwin' u gon die from chockin' wit slow wind
I'm doin' this you one herr, on the strength of yo sins
If ya talk shit, hommie check dis no win

The IRS gotta tab and I owe them
My peeps hand out to so now I got no friendz
Tha streets tellin' 'em watch it and I ain't jokin'
For my son to have a future dats what in hopin', so

I don't really care if y'all niggaz hate me
(Go head)
'Cuz I'm out here hustlin' gettin' mine baby
I guess dats why I carry dat 380
Hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me

I don't really care if y'all niggaz hate me
(Go head)
'Cuz I'm out here hustlin' gettin' mine baby
I guess dats why I carry dat 380
Hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me

I don't really care if y'all niggaz hate me
(Go head)
'Cuz I'm out here hustlin' gettin' mine baby
I guess dats why I carry dat 380
Hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me

I don't really care if y'all niggaz hate me
(Go head)
'Cuz I'm out here hustlin' gettin' mine baby
I guess dats why I carry dat 380
Hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me

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Wonderful Remix (Bonus Track) - Lyrics - Concrete Rose - Ashanti

Title: Wonderful Remix (Bonus Track)
Album: Concrete Rose
Artist: Ashanti
Composer(s): A Douglas, R Kelly, Irving Lorenzo, K Smith, J Atkins

Lyric:
If it wasn't for the money, cars and movies stars and jewels
And all these things, I've got, I wonder, hey
Would you still want me
(Want you)
Would you still be calling me
(Still calling you)
You be loving me?
(I'll be loving you)

Wanna keep you flawed with no dough
Pimpin' ain't easy trust me I know
When gangstas and hos go go go go go go together
Like chinchilla and bad weather I'm good but been better
All my bros, chedda and glamorous things
Copped a few cars a crib with a east and west wing
'Cuz this is how I'm livin' and y'all women know the secrets
Of how to get it and keep it how to prey on my weakness

'Cuz I want the P U S S Y
Got a lotta niggaz wonderin' it ain't just I
Gotta keep ya cash comin' and that's on my life
If it wasn't for the money and the things I got
She probably wouldn't like me
But I keep her and Irv and Jeffrey quite icy
Sip seraphin' who doesn't like me
And the murderous I N C

If it wasn't for the money, cars and movies stars and jewels
And all these things I've got I wonder, hey
Would you still want me
(Want you)
Would you still be calling me
(Still calling you)
You be loving me?
(I'll be loving you)

I wonder why love is about money
And why you wanna take it all from me
Honey my life is dark but its lovely
Crimes cars cribs ain't that right Kelly?
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh)
Yall don?t know money ain't a thang
Mami need a lil' change girl I'm pitchin' quarters
Closest to the arches but live in a fortress

New Benzes new Porsches new cases new lawyers
I'm becoming the infamous notorious rule
Couldn?t walk a mile in my shoes
Don?t possess the heart that I do
And it?s a wonder that I'm still here
Thought I was gone but I'm still here
And all you that left me here
Its kinda funny how you right back there

If it wasn't for the money, cars and movies stars and jewels
And all these things I've got I wonder, hey
Would you still want me
(Want you)
Would you still be calling me
(Still calling you)
You be loving me?
(I'll be loving you)

Oh Ashanti
Now how many nights does it take to make you
Believe my love, all these years
To have your kiss how could you wonder
See i was with you through the rain and the thunder
And all my crime and I came would you grunder
Now tell me baby, do you still wonder

'Coz I'm that chic from INC
Some try to front 'em chics ain't me
Straight to the top y'all all gone see all my names say
It's a wonder why we still here
And all this hating and were still here
You didn't think that we would be here
Ain't no mistaking this is our year

If it wasn't for the money, cars and movies stars and jewels
And all these things I've got I wonder, hey
Would you still want me
(Want you)
Would you still be calling me
(Still calling you)
You be loving me?
(I'll be loving you)

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Whine Up (En Español) Bonus Track - Lyrics - 9 Lives - Kat Deluna

Title: Whine Up (En Español) Bonus Track
Album: 9 Lives
Artist: Kat Deluna
Composer(s): O'Neil Norman H Bryan, Kat Deluna, Nadir Khayat, ??

Lyric:
It?s summertime!
Ladies lookin? hot
Shakin? up what they got!
Elephant Man an? Kat, c?mon!

Senses tellin? me you're lookin?, I can feel it on my skin
Boy I wonder what would happen if I trip and let you in
Don't be shocked by my aggression, just might be the one
Let?s skip this conversation, just whine your body up

Ha ha ha, don't wanna wait no more
Ha ha ha, you?ve got what I?m searchin? for

I?m feelin? your vibin? I?m ridin? high, it?s exotic
And I want you, and I want you here
Pull me closer and closer and hold me tight to your body
I wanna feel you, I wanna feel you near!

Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!
Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!
Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!
Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!

A ese nene lo tengo trikia?o
Cuando lo bailo lo bailo de la?o
Y lo empujo lo tengo tumba?o
Con mis cadera lo tengo moja?o, what!

Boy keep doin? what you?re doin?, get me hot
Windin? up your body, you don't have to stop
My temperature is rising want you more than before
It?s an animal attraction, whine your body up

Ha ha ha, it's the magic on the floor
Ha ha ha, I don't wanna wait no more

?Cause I?m feelin? your vibin?
I?m ridin? high, it?s exotic
And I want you
(And I want you too)
I want you here
(And I want you too)

Pull me closer and closer
(Closer and closer)
And hold me tight to your body
I wanna feel you
(I wanna feel you too)
I wanna feel you near!

Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!
Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!
Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!
(Whine up, whine up)
Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!
(Elephant Man, whine up, c?mon!)

My dear, whine up your body, bring it to me right here
She got the finest body I swear
Shake up your booty, shift it in high gear
She said, "Ele, run your fingers through my hair"

All the black man coulda see quite clear
The way that she whinin? give me nightmare
Find a drink, back up the car right here
Want to pop off the clothes she a-wear

Whoa whoa whoa whoa
It?s rifin!
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Give me the wanker, c?mon!

Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!
Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!
Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!
Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!

Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!
Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!
Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!
Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!

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