Grub On - Lyrics - Trey Day - Trey Songz

Title: Grub On
Album: Trey Day
Artist: Trey Songz
Composer(s): R Kelly, Troy Taylor, Tremaine Neverson

Lyric:
It's five o'clock in the mornin' when the club is over
Shorty, let's go get our grub on
I had way too much to drink and I need to get sober
So let's go get our grub on

Baby, let's get out of here
I know a place not far from here
That I can get that grub on

I said, my stomach's growlin' so crazy
Can you please feed me, baby
Girl, let me get my grub on

No cheese, steak or eggs
(I don't have a taste for that)
I don't want pancakes or bacon
(I don't have a taste for that)

But I want something for filling
Let's go and fill my appetite
Girl, you're the only one that can make it alright

Will you be my I hop, baby, can I place my order?
Food in here is crazy, ooh, 24 hours
Round the clock it open, baby, here's a tip
You hop on top of me, I hop on top of you

I'm thinkin' 'bout going for seconds
Maybe some desert, yeah, I still tryna get my grub on
And when I taste your coffee with sugar and cream
This spot is where I belong, oh
Cake and cream soda, so divine, I could eat here all the time

Is there a doggy bag I could take home?
Tellin' you if you ain't taste it
I think you better call your waitress
'Cuz I hops open till the early morn

No fruitcakes, no salads
(I don't have a taste for that)
I'm lookin' for a meal with a balance
(Something that can satisfy me)

Got up on something for fillin'
That's gon take care of my cravings
So girl, tell me can you can feed me?

Will you be my I hop, baby, can I place my order?
Food in here is crazy, ooh, 24 hours
Round the clock it open, baby, here's a tip
You hop on top of me while I hop on top of you

I like that blue berry syrup
I like that strawberry syrup
Now baby, lay yo body down and let me lick it all up
Now baby, let's get you seated, don't need a plate to
Eat a good meal, let me show you, God, it's real

But it's gon be just me and you
We're gon grub till we're full
So tell me it's cool

Will you be my I hop, baby
The food in here is crazy, 24 hours
Round the clock it open, baby, here's a tip
You hop on top of me, I hop on top of you

Will you be my I hop, baby, can I place my order?
Food in here is crazy, that's 24 hours
Round the clock it open, I'll give you every tip
You hop on top of me, I hop on top of you

Now give me that [Incomprehensible]
That freshin' foodie
That, that, that [Incomprehensible]
Now, come and do me
Grub on, grub on

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In Da Zone - Lyrics - Sshhh - Kumbia Kings

Title: In Da Zone
Album: Sshhh
Artist: Kumbia Kings
Composer(s): Jason Cano, Francisco Bautista, Cruz Martinez, A.B. Quintanilla

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Lyric:
Yeah, alright, alright, alright, baby
I need your loving girl, so won't you give it to me?
Right now, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh alright

Let me take you on a little trip
To a place I've bet you've never been
Can you ride the pony like Genuine?
'Cause if you can, you know I'm gonna make you mine

I'm in da zone baby, 'cause now it's on, baby
It's time for me to let you know who's in control, baby

I'm not the type of G that'll mess around
I promise you, I'll never let you down
I swear to you, I'm gonna make you smile
You be my fair lady, let me wear the crown

I'll be your king, baby, I've got the bling, baby
Give you a ring to let you know I'm down with you, lady

Girl, I need your love, your love, your love, your love, uh huh
Can't you see I need your love, baby?
It's good grub, it's like gravy, just say that you need my love
Say that you need my loving, yeah

Girl, I need your love, your love, your love, your love, uh huh
Can't you see I need your love, baby?
It's good grub, it's like gravy, just say that you need my love
Say that you need my loving, yeah

Let me take you down, step on in
Let me show you how I will begin
I'll guarantee I will make you mine
Get ready, get set, let's bump and grind

I'm in da zone baby, 'cause now it's on, baby
It's time for me to let you know who's in control, baby

Get ready, on your mark, let's do this right, let's do this right
Giddy up, giddy up, from start to finish, girl, let's ride
C'mon, baby, let's get this going
With this magic glass on you there will be steady flowing

Girl, I need your love, your love, your love, your love, uh huh
Can't you see I need your love, baby?
It's good grub, it's like gravy, just say that you need my love
Say that you need my loving, yeah

Girl, I need your love, your love, your love, your love, uh huh
Can't you see I need your love, baby?
It's good grub, it's like gravy, just say that you need my love
Say that you need my loving, yeah

I'm in da zone baby, wanna please, baby
Drive me crazy, now you wanna be my lady
City by there, see it is we
Tell me could it be real, live, dream, or a scheme

Down with the team, making the cream
Poor lay, baby, runs in my jeans
Lyrics so clean, shine with a bling
Party gonna be everything when it's a fling

Don't worry 'bout a thing, me and the Kings
Rockin' it down, with all sound
All over town, love to clown
What's up girl? Rock that world

Eat your love, rubba dub
We belong together like a hand and a glove
What's up mama? Time to go home
Together forever, when I'm in my zone, yeah

I'm in da zone baby, I'll be your kings, baby
Just say that you need my love
Say that you need my loving, yeah
C'mon, c'mon

Girl, I need your love, your love, your love, your love, uh huh
Can't you see I need your love, baby?
It's good grub, it's like gravy, just say that you need my love
Say that you need my loving, yeah
...

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Girl Next Door - Lyrics - Aijuswanaseing - Musiq Soulchild

Title: Girl Next Door
Album: Aijuswanaseing
Artist: Musiq Soulchild
Composer(s): Taalib Johnson, Carvin Haggins, Edward Prince Green, Jill Scott, Andre Harris

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Lyric:
If I would've knew the girl next door, would've been you
I would've been nice to you, a little more kind to you
I would've looked twice at you

If I would've knew the girl next door, would've been you
I probably would've shared my grub, depending on how close we was
By now we would be so in love

Girl I'm so surprised to see
The young, fine woman that you grew up to be
Your body's banging like a 400 SE
Even your attitude flows pleasantly

I remember when you was just Tonya Hall
A girl that likes to play basketball
As far as I was concern, you were one of my boys
I never cared about my sex or yours but

If I would've knew the girl next door, would've been you
I would've been nice to you, a little more kind to you
I would've looked twice at you

If I would've knew the girl next door, would've been you
I probably would've shared my grub, depending on how close we was
By now we would be so in love

I'm happy to see that you're home from school
And I wanna let you know that I'm proud of you
Even when we was younger I admired you
That's why I always used to pick fights with you

I remember when we used to call each other names
Mimic old TV shows and play those childish games
Like I was your Tarzan and you were my Jane
Can we do that nowadays?

If I would've knew the girl next door, would've been you
I would've been nice to you, a little more kind to you
I would've looked twice at you

If I would've knew the girl next door, would've been you
I probably would've shared my grub, depending on how close we was
By now we would be so in love

If I would've knew the boy next door, would've been you
I would've been nice to you, spent a little time with you
I would've dressed cuter too

If I would've knew the boy next door, would've been you
I would've been on your team, when we played hide and seek
Instead of you chasing me

You're so fly now, girl, stop playing
I didn't know you were that guy now, naw I ain't
Phat car, phat life, Impressed I am
Oh maybe we could jam like we used to baby

If I would've knew the girl next door, would've been you
I would've been nice to you, a little more kind to you
I would've looked twice at you

If I would've knew the girl next door, would've been you
I probably would've shared my grub, depending on how close we was
By now we would be so in love

If I would've knew the boy next door, would've been you
If I would've knew the girl next door, would've been you
If I would've knew the boy next door, would've been you
If I would've knew the girl next door, would've been you
Oh I would've spent a little more time getting to know you
Getting to hold you

If I would've knew the girl next door, would've been you
I would've been nice to you, a little more kind to you
I would've looked twice at you

If I would've knew the girl next door, would've been you
I probably would've shared my grub, depending on how close we was
By now we would be so in love

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1st Of Tha Month - Lyrics - The Collection: Vol. 1 - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: 1st Of Tha Month
Album: The Collection: Vol. 1
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Tim Middleton, Anthony Henderson, Michael J. Powell

Lyric:
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Hey, my nigga, we havin' a wonderful day and I won't fuck wit me, why?
'Cuz it's the 1st of tha month and now we smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts
And sippin' on 40 ounces thuggin', come, come we got the blessed rum
From jumpin' all nights we high, hit up the block to where? East 99
I get wit my nigga to get me some yayo, double up nigga what you need?
We got weed to get P.O.D.'d

Fiend for the green leaves, give it up it's the foe sure you better lay low
'Cause the po, po creep when they roll slow
If you can't get away better toss that yayo, keep your bankroll
Yeah, we havin' a celebration, I love to stay high
And you better believe when it's time to grind
I'm down for mine, crime after crime fin to creep to the pad
'Cuz mom's got grub on the grill, if we got the food
You know, it's the 1st of tha month and my nigga we chills foe real

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Wake up and I see that my sister is already dressed
She said, "I'm gonna run and go get my stamps
Watch and make sure no one snatches my check", nigga
That's the mailman sort through the mail and put it up in a me pocket
So I be hittin' the 99 to get me a dub foe forty bucks
But ain't nobody ride that rita hop on the 10 to the click
Ready to get 'em up with a me thugs, and to cash that dum
I gotta get paid there, there holla, holla

Saint Claire got much to offer, whether it be weed on 93
Or off on the glock glock for some dollars
So get a bag of dope and a quarter roll, oh
Most all of my niggas got the same and we gonna roll it all up to smoke
Hittin' that reefer hydro, you know the cut, so fuck them po, po
Toss all that yayo, and we're gonna say no runnin' through the alley
And into the melee up on the second the sundown, those run from
January, November, December, remember the 1st of tha month

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

It's tha 1st of tha month, gotta grind gotta get mine
In the hood that I claim I slang on that double 9-9
Gotta find them dubs, gonna get a forty, can a thug get love?
What's up? Try to stand on my corner nigga
You'z a gonna Saint Claire niggas don't like that
And sellin' them dummies makin' that money come back nigga get pap pap
From the 1st to the 15th niggas smoke plenty weed
But I gotta save gotta come up, put my rocks on the cut

When I get high, nigga blaze that blunt, huh
Time to roll to the pad
Count up my profits and add it to the stash
Gotta watch my back see for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool
But never no shorts no losses
Dumpin' keepin' this niggas up off me see
Gotta search the whole block, spend a couple of bills
Thugs smoke a lot of weed on the 1st

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Wakin' up feelin' buzzed off up early mornin' stretchin'
I'm yawnin' lightweight bent chugga lugga take a fifth to the dome
Instead I kick it with my trues
But it's the 1st, so I'm getting my hustle on

Hop on the phone, calling up Krayzie Bone
Wanna know did you O.G check come?
(She put me down)
I'mma hop on the bus with Biz
(Yo Brother let's get drunk)
And I'm coming with blunt after blunt of this skunk

Nigga T just put me down
Oh God, how I love when the 1st come around?
Now, I'm feelin' black and mild, headed cross town
'Cuz niggas the 1st to get celebrated
Rushin' to the block cuz I wanna get faded
Lookin' all wild cuz I'm getting me hair braided
We heavy off into this game
True to the 1st just call me that pro slang

Them nickels and dimes and 20's and 50's
The 1st be the day for the dopeman
Slangin' that cocaine fool and I'm working late tonight
And all them fiends be lovin' them thugs
'Cuz I got them rocks for them pipes, come, come with them ease
I gotta get paid on the 1st, gotta blaze up my spliff
Get live with the Bone Thugs, Poetic Hustlas
In the graveyard shift on the 1st

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
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Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle - Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

Title: Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle
Artist: Ruff Ryders
Composer(s): Sean M Lassiter, Joshua Hood, Anthony Fields, Michael Dowell

Lyric:
Ruff Ryder Three Time for the younger generation to blow
You know I brought my nigga with me
D-Block

Hey yo, it's jay hood bitch respect my bars
The doctors had to piece together your face like a collage
Niggas always talk breezy till the steel come out
And slugs rip through their gums and their grill come out
Motherfuck you and fuck your mans
If I don't clap you in the dome
I'm a leave clips in your diaphragm
I'm the hood prophet
Puff purple instead of chocolate
Stay from around chumps and cowards cause they gossip
And I'm a stay on the corner like stop signs
With a pack of them creamy colored rocks and the glock nine
When you speaking of the hardest nigga
Bring hood's name up
D Block bitch, we about to have the game chained up
My words too strong, bars too powerful
And your towel can't dry you when the dumdums shower you
Your mad because your garbage and your lyrics is boring
And your whip was made that same year you was born in

Listen man, Don't worry how many gats this crook has
Just know I stay strapped like book bags
Bitch is shook ass
You just getting off the porch
And me? I'm just getting off in court
I could make sure your coffin bought
Why would you mention a burner?
There is a difference between rap and attempting to murder
Talking the shit you living and the shit you heard of
You said fuck Larceny?
What is you crazy, bitch?
Before you walk the streets, here's a few safety tips
Watch who you speaking bout and watch who you speaking to
The cats you speaking bout could show you what the heatcould do
A respirator is what you'll be breathing through
And you got beef with who that you need toast
The closest you came to beef was meat loaf
When we pose with bats and pea coats
Y'all niggas better be close

To fuck with Cam, y'all bitches better hope and dream
Every gun that I own got a scope and beam
When I approach the things shake the dice, rook the team
Best bitch on the east coast since Queen
Latifiah, buyreefer, fly diva
Ride deeper, four pound bump louder than five speaker
Spit fire, hot lava flow
Don't get twisted, I'm not one of them prada hoe's
Catch me in Escada clothes, with a lot of dough
That's not mine, it's his
I need a lot more to live
You got to get the king before the kid
How you think a bitch like me afford to live motherfucker?

That's a bad bitch shit you a bad ass nigga It's the younger generation Killing y'all live
Get busy on these niggas

Hey look, I'm trying to sell mad gravy
So I get birds from my crew and make Erykah Badu my "Bag Lady"
You that crazy? Squeeze, I know you ain't spitting shells
Your hand shake so much it shows up on the Richter scale
I made the huskiest niggas look like they had sickle cell
I don't just sell bricks, dog I got a bitch for sale
So let me find the nigga that hate us a lot
No coffin, he get buried in the refrigerator box
God damn, I'm a hot man
I'm telling you straight up, I got my weight up
I'm calling my wrists Roxanne
Cause if I wore it in a dark room
You and your man would hate how I look animated like a cartoon
Bottom line, I'm telling you that you ain't fucking with me
Hard, nobody guards, you want a shot, come and get me
I'm not a sucker, nor is any nigga running with me
And why are y'all balling with wheels if they under fifty
Nigga

Lock and blocks the motto
Got more slow than Dr. Zhivago
Same mind state that makes a poem rock in Chicago
But I don't get my gangster from movies
I'm a rockstar, 5 star teles, running with gangsters and groupies
Come through and leave a voice sick
Cause my S-type steers with a joystick
I'm the heart in my era
Listen, I lead an autistic life
Paint pictures with my actions, ain't no margin for error
My innate features, leave niggas dismayed, speechless
And please don't mistake weakness for kindness
I fuck with old timers
So don't make me forget that you real and catch alzheimers
Motherfucking hoes I spoil them
Remember, I'm known to break a bitch for reckless eyeballing
The top dog, nigga, I'm the bear truth
You want to get math?
Nigga I'm the square root
The rockstar

I got mean stash
You seen case get his thug on
I strip my bitch and we get our hug on
She what I put drugs on and get my grub on
And dog, when you park your car, put your club on
The next cat I put the snub on
I'm a clap the gat till it get too hot, and that's with gloves on
You love drawing, you should go to an art school
I get my club on with the glow in the dark jewels
Trees in my shoes, polo in the dark blues
And I spark tools that the po and the narcs use
Fuckers, y'all stupid or something
What's the point in pulling your joint if you ain't shootin at nothing
Dude, fronting will get you banged in the face
If you have braces then you know how the banger will taste
I'm near anything pertaining to cake
Just copped the blue lighting with the rectangular face
Easy

Easy niggas matter of fact fuck that go hard
Cass' show these niggas how you built
Grab your guns and bust off my nigga

Yeah my nigga, it's Cassidy bitch, get the name clear
I'm what you lame steer got the game near
Buy 'caine by the square, sell it by the o
I run through snow like a reindeer
The cool kid, got the coke heads nose red like Rudolf
I grind on the strip so hard I got blue balls
I'd rather knock a q off then get blue off
That's how I stay on my toes like my shoes off
You dudes are soft, really bitch like Ra Paul
When's it's war I move out like U-hauls
I'm a true boss
I send eight balls to the corner
My strip like a pool hall
And I ball like I been in the sport
My trigger finger itching like it got genital warts
Don't play around with him boy (why's that)
Cause Cass is a pain in the ass like hemorrhoids
Faggot

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I'M Seein' Robots - Lyrics - Kool Keith

Title: I'M Seein' Robots
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Voice mail, pagers, these are the things that robots carry
To get they hair done, eyes made up
Difference effects to their bodies
Sometimes too many to even know the life of a robot

Yo, don't waste my time on the phone, girl I'm goin' to bed
That movie restaurant you need cash that game is dead
I pull your wig off, you step back, you have a tantrum
I hold your rent money, contacts I hold for ransom

Cut off your phone bill, Mercedes wrecked in the Mobil
That's on the real deal, your credit's off, how you feel?
Give me my meat back, now think back, you sing on four track
Your mother's callin', for WIC checks, she soundin' wack

I bought your first food, high class, you was rude
House with no heat on, with slippers on, you walkin' nude
Back with your girlfriends I cancel banks stop your shoppin'
You work with kneepads, you loose stiff on soul train poppin

Your head keep boppin', you face out, with purple tracin'
I put you out, we can end this at the gas station
Let's do this now
Not impressed, I'ma show you how

I'm seein' robots, passin' by, everyday
(I'm seein' robots)
I'm seein' robots, lah lah lah lah lah lah

I'm seein' robots, passin' by, everyday
(I'm seein' robots)
I'm seein' robots, lah lah lah lah lah lah

I'm seein' robots, passin by, everyday
(I'm seein' robots)
You drive in Hollywood, long hair, Buick Regal
License in California, ID's phony not illegal

Livin' with roommates, you camp out, with paper plates
Broke Panasonic speakers missin' playin' Puff and Mase
Clear up yo' acne, girl what yo, how you act B
Call police up, tell them what? How you tried to smack me

I'm movin' thorough on the freeway callin' you on three way
Watchin' my back got your friends all on instant replay
You say you married sewed your weave in, yo where's your ring at?
Interscope records got your demo girl, where you sing at?

Pull out your masters, your dat's, all you have is cats
Pet little turtles in your bedroom, enough for headroom
Usin' your restroom when, company come, that's your best room
I stay the dopest while you party hard, losin' focus

Starin' in mirrors combin' hair, with the kids on welfare
I watch your mailbox like Vietnam guerrilla warfare
That's not your real hair, rip credit cards, I don't care

Liposuction, Jenny Craig is yo' introduction
Volkswagen fog up, your dirty engine Boo smog up
You hit the malls and, with chip phones, makin calls
And I'm audi 5, yeah

I'm seein' robots, passin' by, everyday
(I'm seein' robots)
I'm seein' robots, lah lah lah lah lah lah

I'm seein' robots, passin' by, everyday
(I'm seein' robots)
I'm seein', goo goo gah gah, them ugly kids call me da da

Missin they father while you try to pawn the ring and phones and
You probably jonzin', gettin' greedy, eatin' at Tony Rhome's and
Stuffin' your mouth out with fat pigs, you smokin' cigs
Rip out your butt crack, no bras out, to fit your back

Skinny legs, trip on, you get your grub and rip on
The DJ spin the club is wack, yo they close at ten
They turned the lights on, I seen your mug, you looked bugged
Close your face, I see your rims, I know you freebase

I'm seein' robots, passin' by, everyday
(I'm seein' robots)
I'm seein' robots, lah lah lah lah lah lah

I'm seein' robots, passin' by, everyday
(I'm seein' robots)
I'm seein' robots, lah lah lah lah lah lah

I'm seein' robots, passin' by, everyday
(I'm seein' robots)
I'm seein' robots, lah lah lah lah lah lah

(I'm seein' robots)
All you model robots
With mechanical legs, fake hips, implants
Little chips in your arms

Body movement, metal metallic, unpure robots
(Little robots)
Stiff arms, kneecaps, oil
(R O B O T, R O B O T)
Metal, robots
(Little, go, go, romance, robots, little, go, go, romance, robots)

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Renee - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: Renee
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): Terrance Cocheeks Kelly, Terry Lewis, Timothy P Patterson, Garfield Duncan, James Samuel Iii Harris, Dexter A Archer

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Lyric:
Here's a tune about this honey named Renee
That I met one day on my way back from John Jay
I'm peepin' shorty as she's walkin' to the train
I tap her on her shoulders, "Excuse me miss, but can I get your name?"

She said "My name is Renee"
I said "I got a whole lot to say, so may I walk you to your subway"
She said "If you want", so yo' we started talkin'
I brought two franks and two drinks and we began walkin'

I had to see where that head was at 'cause the gear was mad phat
So we must chat about this and that
She told me what she was in school for
She wants to be a lawyer in other words shorty studies law

I'm tellin' shorty I'm a writer and as she's lookin' for the token
She drops a packet of the EZ widers
Covers her mouth with her name ring
I said, yo don't sweat the technique shorty rocks I do the same thing

But yet I use Philly Blunts, she said "I never dealt with Philly Blunts
Because I heard that's for silly stunts"
I said, "Nah, they burn slower, right now I really don't know ya
But maybe later on I can get to show ya"

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

So now we sittin' on the train
Besides the fingernails now shorty got the hairdo of pain
Now understand she got flava
A tough leather jacket, with some jeans
And a chain that her moms gave her

Got off the train about 6:34 she wasn't sure
She had grub for the dog so we hit the store
Went to the crib and turned the lights on
A mad magazine stand from Essence to Right On

A leather couch, stero system with crazy CD's
Understand 'cause she got G'z
She said "Cheeks do what you want", she said "I'm gonna feed the dog"
I said "Alright, well I'm gonna roll this blunt"

She came back with stretch pants and a ponytail
A t-shirt, a yo, Fam I got a tender-roni girl
We're sittin' on the couch chattin'
We're smokin' blunts off the balcony, we're stearin' at Manhattan now

She started feelin' on my chest, I started feelin' on the breasts
And there's no need for me to stress the rest
A yo, I got myself a winner
We sparked a blunt before we ate, and a blunt after we ate dinner

She had a tattoo she only wanted Bo to see
But first dim the lights and turn up the Jodeci
I'm like whatever shorty rock we can swing it like that
'Cause on the real this is where it's at

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

I woke up the next day on the waterbed
A letter's on the pillow and this what the letter said
It said "Cheeks, I'll be home around two
You was deep in your sleep so I didn't want to bother you"

I left my number for shorty to call me later,
Got dressed, smoked the blunt and then I bounced towards the elevator
I got a beep around three
I'm askin' shorty, "What's up with you?"
She's askin', what's up with me

And now we been together for weeks
Candlelight dinner with my shorty, crack a 40 with my naughty freaks
Hey man, I never been in love
But everytime I'm burstin' in and outta state it's shorty that I'm thinkin' of

I'm hangin' out with my crew I get a beep from Renee
Because Renee uses code too
But yet I'm chattin' with her mom dukes
She said Renee has been shot so Cheeks, meet me up at St. Lukes

I jumps on the Van Wyck, I gotta make it there quick
A yo, this shit is gettin' mad thick
Not even thinkin' of the po nine I'm doin' a buck, who gives a fuck
I'm smokin' boom and the whole nine

I gotta see what's goin' on and by the time I reach the hospital
They tell me "Mr. Cheeks, Renee is gone"
I'm pourin' beer out for my shorty who ain't here
I'm from the ghetto so listen this is how I shed my tears

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

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Ghetto - Lyrics - R.L.

Title: Ghetto
Artist: R.L.
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Robert Lavalle Huggar, Sherard Dixon

Lyric:
Right now, I gotta rep where I'm from
North side, yeah, ghetto
Minneapolis, ghetto, I'm from the, ghetto
You know how we do, yeah

For my people down south with gold in their mouth
For my people out east with a key in the couch
For my people out west that be bangin' it out
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
(We)

For all my ladies that got airbrush on their nails
(Ooh)
A little fire, roll some of that shit on themselves
Smoke a little weed and say it's good for their health
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

You know you ghetto when you front wit ya two-way
And gotta wash in cold water for the next two days
Shot, he was a lil' nigga eatin' the grub
My house so packed somebody gotta sleep in the tub

On the block niggas talkin' about they bust their gats
But soon as the cops come niggas flush their crack
Why you stuntin' in the hood with a Mercedes Coupe
Still livin' with your mother, you a baby duke

You know all Harlem World and Minneapolis
Sittin' in the Caddilac we strap to this
Act straight it's the kid from the Tex
Posta, came to get it down wit the kid from Next

Black and white, America is like a raccoon
In my building the elevator is the bathroom
Ya'll know what the dizzeal, me and RizL
Real, recognize rizzeal

I didn't always have the six
I didn't always have the crib
So I gotta rep where I'm from
Even tho I live where I live

Back when I was a kid
How the city used to give
My momma money for groceries
Brown cartons of cheese

And vouchers for everything, yeah
No matter how far I've come
I'll still represent where I'm from, I'm ghetto

For my people down south with gold in their mouth
For my people out east with a key in the couch
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
For my people out west that be bangin' it out
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

For all my ladies that got airbrush on their nails
A little fire, roll some of that shit on themselves
(So ghetto)
Smoke a little weed and say it's good for their health
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

We run around with vice, Lords and G's
Russel Avenue a block after Queens
Roll in Cadilac, stoned D's
Grab Paulie and me and Nicky D's

It was me and J-Z
We in the park talkin' crazy
Now it's all good baby
Even after I got hooked up with KayGee, yeah

No matter how far I've come
(No matter)
I still represent where I'm from
('Cuz I'm)
I'm ghetto
(Ghetto, yeah)

For my people down south with gold in their mouth
For my people out east with a key in the couch
For my people out west that be bangin' it out
(I represent)
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
(The ghetto)

For all my ladies that got airbrush on their nails
(Uh-huh)
A little fire, roll some of that shit on themselves
(So ghetto)
Smoke a little weed and say it's good for their health
(Yeah, yeah)
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
(R-Hockey Stick yo)

From the ghetto, hood, gutta, street
Don't sleep 'cuz I'm R and B
What you know about checks on the 1st and 15th?
New kicks on the 1st and 15th

1328 RussellAve where cats used to hustle bad
With them wife killas and them 1-0 bags
Ha you don't understand me man

What you know about bein' frozen
With the furnace broken
So you sleepin' with the oven open

I been greedy always wantin' a mil, still
Nigga hungry even after the deal
I went from bein' poor, to Billboard
From the corner store, to the record store
My and Postaboy
(Ghetto)
We ghetto

For my people down south with gold in they mouth
For my people out east with a key in the couch
(Oh, talkin' 'bout the ghetto)
For my people out west that be bangin' it out
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

For all my ladies that got airbrush on they nails
A little fire roll some of that shit on themselves
Smoke a little weed and say it's good for they health
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

If you've ever had vouchers before
Bill-collectors knockin' at your door
Ran outta gas on the side of the road
Then you ghetto

Land lord had to change the locks
Left your shit out front in a box
You tried to break in and he called the cops
Then you ghetto

We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

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Die - Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool - Lupe Fiasco

Title: Die
Album: Lupe Fiasco's The Cool
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Demarco Lamonte Castle, Wasalu Muhammad Jaco, Rudolph Loyola Lopez

Lyric:
I present the death of The Cool

Well I heard like a group of cows
That all ya enemies wanna shoot you down
They got AK-47s and a bunch of Mac 11s
Semi-automatic weapons that produce kapows

Word on the street is, they all got heaters
They gon' hit you up and you ain't even gon' see it
You got a lotta money, I ain't tryin' be funny
But they say, "Where you goin'? You ain't even gon' need it"

They see you ridin' 'round, shinin' with ya
Fine round diamonds pretty green-eyed lady
Been on the sideline poutin', while you prime time poppin'
Hungry niggaz want a piece of your pastry

I suggest you protect yo' bakery
'Cause they comin' for yo' head
And it's a bounty on that chain
That's hangin' from yo' neck, they said

I don't know, what you've been told in your ear
But I hear it's goin' down, somebody gotta
(Die)
Don't know, what you been told in your ear
But business goin' round, somebody gotta
(Die)

Hit a nigga wit the mini-Mac strap
Clap any nigga think he gettin' Gs' down here
In a meter, any nigga gettin money and my honey
Man, I heard Micheal Young is the re-clown near

Run up on a nigga from the back wit a Mac
Gon' be strapped 'cause a nigga finna squeeze off ten
Run up on this nigga 'Lac, rat-ta-tat-tat
Click clack, where this nigga at? I need sin

Shit is goin' down ever I see him
Bump a nigga out like Oxy-10
And keep a couple of dollars up in the wallet
To pay the cops so they can never box me in
(Die)

That's what I'm thinkin'
While ridin' around polishin' this big pistol
I'ma catch him in the wind, pray the gun don't jam
So until we meet again, nigga it's cool

I don't know, what you've been told in your ear
But I hear it's goin' down, somebody gotta
(Die)
Don't know, what you been told in your ear
But business goin' round, somebody gotta
(Die)

Don't pay them niggaz no mind
They hatin' on you, ain't nobody witta shotty
And plannin' on doin' a robbery, itchin' to catch a body
Creepin' in a stolen jalopy, out there waitin' on you

I'm sittin' in a stolen car, finna rob this nigga
Should I let the mini-Mac or the shotgun hit him?
I been waitin' all day, tryin' spot this nigga
I can't let him get away, I'ma pop this nigga, uh

Plus they don't know about the chopper in the trunk
The Glocks in a box and the nine on tuck
The bulletproof glass, the 40's in the stash
You pull the steerin' wheel and it pop on up

Forty caliber stashed up in the stash box
Bulletproof windows, you couldn't break 'em wit a padlock
Ak in the trunk, where the sounds bump
Two twin Glock 40's and a nine and this damn clock

Man, we finna go up in this club, show a lil' love
Get a few drinks, holla at some girls
Snatch up a pair, leave outta there
Put some 'dro in the air, then go and get some grub

I say we go up in this club, show a lil' love
Get a few drinks, holla at some girls
Snatch up a pair, leave outta there
Put some 'dro in the air, then catch a few slugs

Ay, ay, ay, pull over right here, I gotta take a pee
And don't go nowhere, nigga wait for me
And if some niggaz do kill you in the next few minutes
Just remember my nigga, it's a heaven for a G

Ay ay, hold this right there I'll be
I'll be right back, I gotta take a piss man hold on
Fo' sho, ay man, ay don't leave I'll be right back
Ay, don't leave I'll be back

Hurry your ass up man, damn
Coolest nigga what, Coolest nigga what
Coolest nigga what, hustla fo' life, ay man
Aiyyo, nigga hurry yo' ass up, man

Cool ass nigga man, fuckin' three in the mornin'
Coolest muh'fucker in the world man
Niggaz ain't fuckin' with me man
Nigga high, smokin' fly ass car

I run these motherfuckin' streets
Niggaz out here lookin' for me
Nigga, I wish a motherfucker would
Ay nigga hurry yo' ass up, nigga, damn

Wassup now, nigga?
Ain't too cool now, is you nigga?

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Push Your Tush - Lyrics - A Public Affair - Jessica Simpson

Title: Push Your Tush
Album: A Public Affair
Artist: Jessica Simpson
Composer(s): Willie Beck, Leroy Roosevelt Bonner, James Samuel Iii Harris, Marshall Eugene Jones, Terry Lewis, Ralph Middlebrooks, Marvin R Pierce, Clarence Satchell, Jessica Simpson, Tony L Tolbert, James Rodger Williams

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Lyric:
Come and get it
Did ya hear that cow bell?
Cock-a, cock-a, cock-a-doodle-doo
Come and get some grub

Baby, it's a hoedown, we can get low down round here
Take it to the floor now, we can get a throw down round here
Cowgirls, cowboys make noise round here
This is honky tonk baby, gonna get crazy round here

It's what us farm girls like to do
Sippin' on cold lemonade, eatin' up all our favorite food
Y'all grab a partner and just say, "Howdy do?"
Let me show you somethin' new

All these farm boys, ya wanna see somethin' slick
Girls, turn your hips like a joy stick
Gotta do the round house but don't move it too quick
You wanna impress a hick then make it go tick tick tick tick tick

Baby, it's a hoedown, we can get low down round here
Take it to the floor now, we can get a throw down round here
Cowgirls, cowboys make noise round here
This is honky tonk baby, gonna get crazy round here

All these farm boys ya wanna see somethin' slick
Girls, turn your hips like a joy stick
Gotta do the round house but don't move it too quick
You wanna impress a hick then make it go tick tick tick tick tick

Come on, baby, it's a hoedown, we can get low down round here
Take it to the floor now, we can get a throw down round here
Cowgirls, cowboys make noise round here
This is honky tonk baby, gonna get crazy round here

Baby, it's a hoedown, we can get low down round here
Take it to the floor now, we can get a throw down round here
Cowgirls, cowboys make noise round here
This is honky tonk baby, gonna get crazy round here

Hands on your hips, roll on your backside
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick then push your tush
Come on push your tush now

Gyratin', movin' it clockwise
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick then push your tush
Come on push your tush now

Push your tush
Push your tush

Hootenanny y'all, yee haw
Take it to the barnyard
Fiddles, banjos, yee haw

We've all gone wild, us country folk
Hey, you over there get your ass out the chair
And tick, tick, tick with me, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick

Baby, it's a hoedown, we can get low down round here
Take it to the floor now, we can get a throw down round here
Cowgirls, cowboys make noise round here
This is honky tonk baby, gonna get crazy round here

Baby, it's a hoedown, we can get low down round here
Take it to the floor now, we can get a throw down round here
Cowgirls, cowboys make noise round here
This is honky tonk baby, gonna get crazy round here

Hands on your hips, roll on your backside
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick then push your tush
Come on push your tush now

Gyratin', movin' it clockwise
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick then push your tush
Come on push your tush now

Push your tush
Push your tush
Push your tush
Push your tush
Push your tush

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Nutsymtom - Lyrics - 311

Title: Nutsymtom
Artist: 311
Composer(s): Aaron Charles Wills, Chad Ronald Sexton, Douglas Vincent Martinez, Nicholas Lofton Hexum, Timothy Jerome Mahoney

Lyric:
The cold funk has you sunk feel the mids pump
Blessed are those who erupt when we turn up
Right now we corrupt, cons the shades we don in the neon night
We're gonna feed on the mics and blast through a pipe
I gotta feed on the mics and blast through a pipe

I gotta cool capability to toast and ill, yo my daddy told me
"Hey son, you must act chill", alien rough, my galaxy is tough
Here comes the bang of a hip-hop thang that we bring and swing
Men from mars ain't ever gonna hang with dope Buddha's

Come to the stage we are attackin', space assassin naked live
And never slackin', come a day on the way enter on SA
Amplified form another world far away, I got the pang of a gang
And I come from the south side, here's the thang that I bring
And I promise to come live

While the masses passes upon there fucking asses
And if you don't see get glasses that is a shot out
To the words of curt grub, the motherfucker is not scrub
I said, "The man is the kind with the one that I call brine shrimp"
We never ever do skimp I limp on a stage in a huff

Like magic dragon I puff on the stuff of a hum bolt cone
Then I'm stoned watch out, smoke the weed that come from
Northern California, don't do no cocaine that come from Columbia
That the thing that mash up your nature, mash up your body
And mash up your culture

Take a tip from the the flipped script of daddy Freddy
I give complete props to the one that rocks steady
With dexterity and goes on and on and on
And turn out the dope shit like the one that's called
Pawn shop press, yes, it's on, what's up?

P-Nut change it up, what's up with your mind, what's up

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Forgive Me Father - Lyrics - Street Dreams - Fabolous

Title: Forgive Me Father
Album: Street Dreams
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): L Gayle, John David Jackson

Lyric:
Uuh
Uh uuh uuh
Uh uh
Uuh
Yeah
There's a lot of money over here
(Ha ha ha)
Ha ha ha
(Ha ha ha)
Uuh
Uuh uuh uuh
That's word to Brooklyn
(Yeah)

I'm back
I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these nigga's man
Maybe 'cause I'm eatin' and these bastards fiend for my grub
(Ooh)
I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs
Have you seen my Aston leanin' on dubs
(Ooh)
And they can't afford chrome so they puttin' vasoline on they hubs
(Ha ha )
I'm lookin' for a girl with a ass like Tina to rub
Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub
(Ooh)
These niggas hate I'm movin' so much cash and cream in the club
(Yeah)
And don't pass my green on my bub
(All right)
But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much to pull her and dick her
(Aha)
Everyday I'm poppin' a tab and pullin' a sticker
(Uhh)
Everyday I'm switchin' the tags and pullin' up sicker
(Yea)
Every K I'm loadin' the mags with bullets to flicker
(Brrr brrr)
And I ain't hesitatin' homie I'm pullin' it quicker
(Brrr brrr)
So you can act tough after a few pulls on some liquor
(Uhh)
You gotta pull it on nigga's
(Uhh)
And they won't be goin' nowhere for a while
(Uhh)
They might as well pull out a snicker
You could give

Forgive me father for I have sinned
But look at all this money that I spend
And look at all this jewelry that I'm in
And look at all the places that I've been
And look at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames that I'm in
I look at all the bullshit that there's been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again, nigga

Hey anywhere the kid move you know the Hammers'll be with me
(Yeah)
Pokin' out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty
(Aha)
I went on tour bought the samples of D with me
(Yo)
Came back a month later bought a lambo for three fifty
(Ha ha)
Think I throw you grams if you read with me
Just 'cause you see me on the camera with P Diddy
(Uh uh)
(Haa haa)
Dammit we p driddy now I got G with me
(Ha ha)
(Yo)
Along with the third leg that I be rammin' in these bitties
I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam
(You hope my gun'll jam)
But with the soap it's gonna blame
There fore put freckles on your face like O P Cunningham
That's why I'm watched by the feds and scoped by Uncle Sam
(Yeah)
Dope and hun'ed grams rope and hun'ed grams
(Yeah)
(Uh)
At the same time our artist get to open summer jam
(Uhh)
Hope you understand or use better sense
(Uh)
These nigga's dont want no beef they want lawsuit settlements nigga
(Uh uh uh)

Forgive me father for I have sinned
But look at all this money that I spend
And look at all this jewelry that I'm in
And look at all the places that I've been
And look at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames that I'm in
I look at all the bullshit that there's been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again, nigga

I'm in a waggy with em passin' by ya
(Yeah)
With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier
(Oh)
What I'm smokin'll have you Aggie as your last supplier
(Oh yeah)
When you can smell it through the bag you know that's some fire
(Yeah)
Gettin' stressed by these hotties is regular
(Aha)
I got a magazine to press to your body like editor's
(Aha)
Test me somebody I'm beggin' ya
(C'mon)
I got the gatlin' gun like Jesse the body in predator
(C'mon)
(Yeah)
I'm a hustler I don't sling no rocks to the fiends now
(Aha)
I got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds
(Aha)
Any other dude who dish rocks want beef
(What)
'Cause I chop jobs bigger than Chris rock front teef
(Haa)
I'm the nigga tearin' the walls up in your miss
(Yeah)
In exchange for a small cup of the Cris
(Ha ha)
And while you at probation fillin' a small cup full of piss
(Aha aha)
I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist
(Catch up)

Forgive me father for I have sinned
But look at all this money that I spend
And look at all this jewelry that I'm in
And look at all the places that I've been
And look at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames that I'm in
I look at all the bullshit that there's been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again, nigga

Thats right I'll do it again nigga
(Uuh, yeah)
I'm a mother fuckin' ghetto superstar nigga
(Uuh uhh uh)
Desert storm, street family, we here
Yeah
(Uuh uh)
Young G's, salute
(Uu uh)
(Yeah)
Get this fuckin' money man
It's a lot of fuckin' money over here
(Yeah)
I don't know what the fuck you doin'
(Uuh, uuh, yeah)

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What A Thug About - Lyrics - The Truth - Beanie Sigel

Title: What A Thug About
Album: The Truth
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): D Grant, A Best

Lyric:
Yo Beanie, Mac, rap guerrilla, I'm out for the skrilla
Face it ain't no replacement for this killa
Keep your hands where I can see 'em, don't make me nervous
This 4-4 auto mat, you don't deserve this shit

Kids either don't make me make you a believer
I do a lotta talkin', I speak wit the heater
I'll run up in your crib put some in your wig
Your baby's cryin', pop pop pop, put some in the crib

And I want everything not just some of the shit
Got niggas comin' home at night like you son of bitch
Nigga done took me off, yeah you shook and soft
You can't blink around no crook, one look you lost

Niggas'll find your bitch to find your bricks
See if you love your bitch or you love your chips
4-4 snub shit sendin' slugs to the whip
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle, I love this thug shit

Yo, what you really know what a thug about?
Locked up in the bing, no grub about
On the block doin' your thing, slingin' drugs about
Tell me what you really know what a thug about

Yo, what you really know what a thug about?
Locked up in the bing, no grub about
On the block doin' your thing, slingin' drugs about
Tell me what you really know what a thug about

A true thugs spreads his game linked up in bubble
While niggas stay in one lane like the Lincoln Tunnel
I refuse to limit my game to one hustle
I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle

I know how to play Cee-Lo, set it off like Cleo
Ain't no tellin' first union or Mellan
First nigga that move put two up in his melon
From the 9-2 emberetem parabellum

And I run through cats, I'm a true gun cat
One nickel, one black, who want that?
I done schooled, my youngin's, gave tools to my youngin's
Broke food wit my youngin's, broke rules wit my youngin's

Spark my way outta shit and had bad run in's
Talked my way outta shit and near death come in
Real thugs do what they want say what they feel
They never front they keep it real

Yo, what you really know what a thug about?
Locked up in the bing, no grub about
On the block doin' your thing, slingin' drugs about
Tell me what you really know what a thug about

Yo, what you really know what a thug about?
Locked up in the bing, no grub about
On the block doin' your thing, slingin' drugs about
Tell me what you really know what a thug about

Niggas claim to be thugs, you real fuckin' suckas
Quick ass runnin', good fuckin' duckas
Obey the rules when my glock unloads
'Cause when I start firin', stop drop and roll

Duck behind cars, hide behind poles
Know I live by the code, anything goes
Real thugs stand up straight, they never fold
And they don't know shit if anything ever blows

Thugs don't wanna talk shit out, they wanna spark shit out
Till the cops come an chalk shit out
Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holster
Face off like Cage and Travolta

If you got beef, a thug gonna roast ya
Talk behind their back, a thug gonna approach ya
Right amount of stack, a thug gonna ghost ya
Lay you out flat like a thug suppose to

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N-Bone - World So Cruel - Lyrics - Flesh

Title: N-Bone - World So Cruel
Artist: Flesh
Composer(s): Kenneth Gamble, Bobby Jones, Damon Elliott, Bunny Sigler, Joey Simmons, Flesh-N-Bone Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Here I come rollin' off with Mo Thugs
Trues humbly united gathering souls and bail
Livin' life daily, all tha way tha plan
Instead, I can't stand it feel I'm gonna self destruct
But I don't wanna go to hell

Vixin' tha body does it tell 'n explicit
For more 'n I seen ya vision
And let never fiendin' catch us and ah schemin'
We'll drink foe tha way yallz are breakin' me pan
We born to tha weed it would grow
Didn't know tha Bone'd grown some
Buckaz gon' keep it right just home
And searchin' wit they hustlin', same time see tha Bone

They done have a safe place foe my babies
Don't murda, brought up, so crazy get 'n tha cruel
World, all made up it like hades
Don't make Flesh break down, sign sight, my pine
I'd hide drug dealaz, I find my started
Try not to pine in my nine
I try to stay kind instead it plus pealin', pealin'

That splif, roll over that shove it
Find tha po po beatin', down ya doe and did it
To ya break and ya won't see tha busta faces
Here tha more, no more killin' each other for witches and shoes
Shit, it ain't nothin' to lose, we get ah drop in twos
Mo's Fools do nothin' and I tasts my turnin'
And passin' it out wit tha Layzie li'l Eazy, my mentor
Keep in, handin' over tha shoes, I go walkin' in
And baby had to go die bye bye wit tha cruel world take 'em sha

Why, why, why are we
Living in a world, world, world so cruel
Why, why, why are we
Living in a world, world, world so cruel

This Reverend from Heaven
Just makin' you feel 'bout these problems for Run
But neva go less, I'm fresh with flesh
Tha solution's begun, gotta get ya'll, hit ya'll
Wit yo fellaz makin' dollaz and cents
But tha fact that wak rappaz be jealous
Make this Reverend intense

I'm flippin', I'm scrippin', I'm rippen 'em down, they be burnin' my church
No lippin', I'm sippin', I'm tippin' my ground, gettin' first in my verse
Who got yo macho, shot yo kids, creepin' up on yo crew
It's kinda hot, ya'll got yo bids, boy, and that's how we do

What's tunnel, oh, mind it's soldiaz, I'm bought masterline at this line
These bookaz that welfare line and can forget that black on black crime
We livin' and driven and giving them love but what they do wit out heart
For takin' and breakin' and fakin' then jacks, boy, ya tear 'em apart
Just livin' in a world that's so so cruel, that's tha tape in yo deck
They take our money, rape our women, now come, give you respect

And I believe, a lot of us shouldn't even condemn these rappers
Because if nobody would have told me about God
The church folks would have been talkin' bad about me

Why, why, why are we
Living in a world, world, world so cruel
Why, why, why are we
Living in a world, world, world so cruel

Think 'bout tha in us too, me 1999 than what would we do
We breakin', it'll make a change, fool
Do somethin' knows quicker, it's all fake
Ya smoke tramps in our community flood
Wit a master plan to get rid of a sea me got crack

And all these diseases that make us immune
And ain't it ridiculous look at us strugglin', hustlin'
Gotta make ends meat to pay my bills
Gotta help ain't no grub on our grills
Stuffin' to ge to me fillin, thats only foe real, though
Still, people feel me, so many of yall now diamonds on tha rough
Sho' nuff, better know us when they get it, betta grip tight
Holdin' my brothaz, we're marchin' soldiaz and I told ya
And it showed deceivin', caught him on camera

Some coppaz got no love, they see a thug
Comin' up, steady peepin to sweeta
Foe see murd, they need go just
Wanna help tha weed trust
Don't even run to pull a gun and pop it

Tha blacker together mens, gather strong at last
Controllin' no mass, no more violence, gon' stop it
Grow up to be cloppaz and I'm proud
Be keepin' my Lord's warch and it's no
When you think it's sin, wanna live by tha sword
Gotta die ash, ash to dust
They turnin' that passin and not with tha less
Lil' Easy my mentor, king
Handin' over tha shoes, I go walkin' in
Fill us up on gag, betta pass with tha cruel world take 'em sha

Why, why, why are we
Living in a world, world, world so cruel
Why, why, why are we
Living in a world, world, world so cruel

Why, why, why are we
Living in a world, world, world so cruel
Why, why, why are we
Living in a world, world, world so cruel

Why, why, why are we
Living in a world, world, world so cruel
Why, why, why are we
Living in a world, world, world so cruel

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Come Get Some - Lyrics - Tlc

Title: Come Get Some
Artist: Tlc
Composer(s): Jonathan H Smith, Kandi L Burruss, Sean Joseph, Tionne Tenese Watkins, Robert Mc Dowell, Craig Love

Lyric:
We gon' start this thing off right, say what?
We got the Dirty South in the house tonight
We gon' start this thing off right, say what?
We got the ATL in the house tonight

We gon' start this thing off right, say what?
We got some sexy ladies in the house tonight
We gon' start this thing off right, say what?
We got TLC in the house tonight

Baby, if I drop it down to the ground
Then put it in your face, now what'chu gon' do?
Shorty, if I shake it then turn around
Then back it up on ya, what'chu gon' do?

If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, Shorty come and get some

Went to the club
You know I gotta kick it up
Make sure my hair looks right
Know I'm lookin' good

Wanna put my butt jeans on
Show 'em that my ass look tight
When my crew lights up
Then we start doin' our strut

Hip to the beat get some
Don't think you really want none
But if you want some get some

Baby, if I drop it down to the ground
Then put it in your face, now what'chu gon' do?
Shorty, if I shake it then turn around
Then back it up on ya, what'chu gon' do?

If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, Shorty come and get some

Girls from the South
Know how to turn the spot out
Feelin' soul what it's all about

Shake it in the club
Then take you out to the grub
Down at the Waffle House

And you can get crunk
We know how to show your 'nuff
Can't nobody do it like us
Don't think you really want none
If you want some get some

Baby, if I drop it down to the ground
Then put it in your face, now what'chu gon' do?
Shorty, if I shake it then turn around
Then back it up on ya, what'chu gon' do?

If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, Shorty come and get some

Y'all don't know in the South
We keep the party jumpin'
From dusk to dawn we keep it crunk
We keep the masses bumpin'

Y'all don't want none
Y'all don't want none
But if you think you can hang with the A
Don't front, come get some

What's happenin', Shawty?
It's Sean Paul from the East side
Wanna grab them thighs
Baby like some grip plies

Love the way your jeans fit
'Cause your hips wide
I know you're from the South
I can tell from your back side

I'm from the slums
Let me show you how the Lac rides
Money ain't a thang, baby
'Specially if you act right

A young stunna but I'm sure you got your own money
The only time you see me runnin' baby if the po' comin'
Shawty lookin' good do that dance
I'm pretty sure you know, I know what's in them pants

I'm a tease, Shawty give me a chance
And if you like it now pop it
And I'll leave in advance

Oh no, Shawty I don't play
I can tell from the slang you born and raised in the A
So I'm pretty sure I know where you stay
Baby, you hit me on the hip and I'll be headed your way

Hey, now right about now, what's up?
We gon' break this thing down, well, break it down then
If you know how to stomp, stomp
We need y'all to crank it on up, let's go
Like this, like this

Do the A-Town stomp!
Do the A-Town stomp!
Do the A-Town stomp!
Do the A-Town stomp!

Baby, if I drop it down to the ground
Then put it in your face, now what'chu gon' do?
Shorty, if I shake it then turn around
Then back it up on ya, what'chu gon' do?

If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, Shorty come and get some

Baby, if I drop it down to the ground
Then put it in your face, now what'chu gon' do?
Shorty, if I shake it then turn around
Then back it up on ya, what'chu gon' do?

If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, Shorty come and get some

Baby, if I drop it down to the ground
Then put it in your face, now what'chu gon' do?
Shorty, if I shake it then turn around
Then back it up on ya, what'chu gon' do?

If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, shorty come and get some

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