Hold It Up To The Light - Lyrics - David Wilcox

Title: Hold It Up To The Light
Artist: David Wilcox
Composer(s): David Wilcox

Lyric:
It's the choice of a lifetime, I'm almost sure
I will not live my life in between anymore
If I can't be certain of all that's in store
This far it feels so right

I will hold it up, hold it up to the light
Hold it up to the light, hold it up to the light

The search for my future has brought me here
This is more than I'd hoped for, but sometimes I fear
That the choice I was made for will someday appear
And I'll be too late for that flight

So hold it up, hold it up to the light
Hold it up to the light, hold it up to the light

It's too late, to be stopped at the crossroads
Each life here, each a possible way
But wait, and they all will be lost roads
Each road's getting shorter the longer I stay

Now as soon as I'm moving, my choice is good
This way comes through right where I prayed that it would
If I keep my eyes open and look where I should
Somehow all of the signs are in sight

If I hold it up to the light

I said, "God, will You bless this decision?
I'm scared, is my life at stake?
But I see if You gave me a vision
Would I never have reason to use my faith?"

I was dead with deciding, afraid to choose
I was mourning the loss of the choices I'd lose
But there's no choice at all if I don't make my move
And trust that the timing is right

Yes, and hold it up, hold it up to the light
Hold it up to the light, hold it up to the light

Yes, and hold it up, hold it up to the light
Hold it up to the light, hold it up to the light

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Hold It Up - Lyrics - Do You Feel - The Rocket Summer

Title: Hold It Up
Album: Do You Feel
Artist: The Rocket Summer
Composer(s): Stephen Bryce Avary

Lyric:
Sayin', I'm lookin' now at pictures of us
I remember thinkin', oh, this will never be lost
Oh, the songs, it spoke for me when I couldn't speak
Shame the band's broke up, I just hope we'll remember these

Hold it up, hold it tight, moments live or moments die
Hold it up, hold it strong, stay right here where you belong
Hold it up, hold it tight, the only plans of mine
Might sound to you cliché but I just plan to live the rest of my life

Saying I'm one, these pictures of us
I don't wanna say goodnight to records I love
I was thinkin' of not growin' old, forgettin' and forgot
I don't wanna forget this and I don't want to be forgot

Hold it up, hold it tight, moments live or moments die
Hold it up, hold it strong, stay right here where you belong
Hold it up, hold it tight, the only plans of mine
Might sound to you cliché but I just plan to live the rest of my life

Hold it up, hold it tight, moments live or moments die
Hold it up, hold it strong, stay right here where you belong
Hold it up, hold it tight, the only plans of mine
Might sound to you cliché but I just plan to live the rest of my life

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Hold Your Head Up - Lyrics - Fish

Title: Hold Your Head Up
Artist: Fish
Composer(s): Rod Argent, Chris White

Lyric:
And if it's bad
Don't let it get you down
You can take it

And if it hurts
Don't let them see you cry
You can make it

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head high

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head high

And if they stare
Just let them burn their eyes
On you moving

And if they shout
Don't let it change a thing
What you're doing

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head high

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head high

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up

And if they stare
Just let them burn their eyes
On you moving

And if they shout
Don't let it change a thing
What you're doing

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head high

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head high

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head high

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head high

Hold your head up, hold your
Hold your head up, hold your
Hold your head up, hold your
Hold your head high

Hold your head up

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Hold Up - Lyrics - Diddy

Title: Hold Up
Artist: Diddy
Composer(s): Sean Combs, Jerry Eugene Peters, Troy Donald Jamerson, Glenn Cortell Jr Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

Lyric:
Aiyyo, turn me up in my headphones, man
I want this shit motherfuckin' blarin'
It ain't loud enough, man
Oh, these muh'fuckers think I'm gon' play with 'em
Oh, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, man

Ha ha ha, I need y'all to sing, children
Sing, I like it when the children sing
I like it when you sing
That lets you know somethin's comin'
Oh, it's comin', aww, man somethin's comin'
I like this sound of this somethin's comin'

You can picture like a photograph, envision the image
Of 125th street and Lenox
The old folks, their souls are cold like tenants
Tryin' to keep your weight up, better eat that spinach

For four twenty five, niggaz lives get diminished
The world serious, I'm tryin' to win a pennant
Cops be on patrol through the block every minute
Itchin' just to pop somethin', swearin' I'm a menace

They disturb me but it's love like tennis
Man, cap to the side and my jersey is vintage
Chicks'll make a nigga dick hard like a Guinness
Damn, it's a scam but I handle my business

Tryin' to be the man if the Lord be my witness
Do my tennis with the walk sign for my physical fitness
16's sicker than all signed flows, it's ridiculous, hold up

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

Easy now, I'm seein' 'em, mind where you patrol
Fall back, young'un, play your lane like a goal
When his majesty speaks, speech defy gravity
Bluetooth, nigga but I don't have any cavities

Diddy got it wrapped like cocoon
Pop shit like needles through [Incomprehensible] balloons
I urge you to tell a friend, warn a brother
About my splurges, merges with Warner Brothers

Thugs actin' funny cause 'chicks call me Honey
See a 9 figure nigga makin' Bugs Bunny money
Eons beyond bling bling
So I chose to get engaged to these sweet 16's

Make a name, let it bang, so beautiful
The theme music for crews that move pharmaceuticals
Or suitable for a recruitable whore
To service the whole crew when we out on tour

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

It's like the music will literally stop time
Hold up, hold up, hold up
We roll up, 20 deep, cock D swole up
Get inflicted by my verbal conviction
A Bad Boy but far from a Detroit Piston

You're not focused enough, you're not listenin'
You need to slow down, hold up like kickstand
Hop to it, get on your grind music
Across 110th, sharp Caesar with a lime music

Fine tuned with the proper soul seasonin'
Your live shows are borin', you're just not pleasin' 'em
Stop teasin' 'em, you can't rock Palladium
We bring New York back like that Westside stadium

Fuck the game and if the fame went away
Still be the hardest workin' man in entertainment today
Learn a lesson and that's no questionin' that
No guesswork involved, so stop stressin' the facts, hold up

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

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Hold It Down - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Hold It Down
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Osten Jr Harvey, Quincy Jones, Andre Weston, Willie Hines

Lyric:
Yeah yeah, aaah, diggy Das nigga, diggy Das what what?
Yeah what?

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock

I be the man droppin the slang on your premises
We the menaces, clanging rappers like they're Genesis
Now what the hell is this I heard you wanna see this
Ya best believe this kid, I got more rhymes than Run got Adidas
You can't defeat us so just back up off the metaphor
The Boogie Banger tell me what the hell's the art for?

Yiggity yeah
The sooky-sooky, bringin it from the sewer it's the Boogie Bang
Use to kick the rookie slang, critics wonder "Could he hang?"
Drop my first joint and made the whole world flip
Next trip, critics that wasn't wit it popped lip (like what?)
"Nigga eat dat and nigga eat dis"
But fuck, nigga need that, get off my nigga, eject

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock

It's the Prince of Darkness here to spark this
Riggity mic, my target's the underground market
I be the rapper and chief, the editor etcetera
The miggity mad dred night predator
Cos all the time, nigga's be frontin in their rhymes
Claimin to represent the bastards, missin classes, doin time
But when I come thru they be like "Oooh look, the Man!"
Shakin niggas down like the earth shook Japan

Well all I need is my 40, some Buda and my Timbs
My biggity black Benz with them 19 inch rims
I gotta maintain and at the same time I watch my ass
The cash, cos any fuckin day could be your last
I took a breather now we snipin off the roof
We back up in the booth and gettin busy off the 100 proof
Of Vodka, I rock a rhyme just for the thrill of it
Cos when I'm spillin it I'm fillin it, check how I'm killin it

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock

But a time I write a rhyme I takes some time to make it rougher
So suffer, y'know it's me the nicotine puffer
I miggity made this for the snitches, cos for the riches
We never changing faces like them two singin bitches
So hold it down for '95 or youse a goner
Big up to all my peoples on corner puffin marijuana

I briggity break the dame, we roll the game
In '92 wit my crew, ain't a thing changed
But the styles, the miles on the jeep, the beamer
The drawers on my ass, the erb grass got greener
My knocker plus be droppin the skills off the top a
The dome for my peoples in the sewer, yo I got ta

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock

Hold it down, keep it on lock
My nigga Mo Bee wit the real hip-hop
(Got ta hold it down)
Hold it down, keep it on lock
Diggity Das EFX wit the real hip-hop
Hold it down, keep it on lock
The young and the restless, word we don't stop
Hold it down, keep it on lock
My nigga PMD wit the real hip-hop (Hit Squad)
Hold it down, keep it on lock
My nigga DJ Scratch wit the real hip-hop
Hold it down, keep it on lock

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Dare - Lyrics - Demon Days - Gorillaz

Title: Dare
Album: Demon Days
Artist: Gorillaz
Composer(s): Jamie Hewlett, Damon Albarn, Brian Burton

Lyric:
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's dare

It's dare

You've got to press it on you
You just think it
That's what you do baby
Hold it down dare

Jump with them all and move it
Jump back and forth
And feel like you were dare yourself
To work it out

Never did no harm, never did no harm
It's dare

It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up
It's dare
It's dare

You've got to press it on you
You just think it
That's what you do, baby
Hold it down dare

Jump with the moon and move it
Jump back and forth
It feels like you would dare yourself
To work it out

Never did no harm
Never did no harm
It's dare

It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up
It's dare

Never did no harm
Never did no harm
It's dare

It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up
It's dare

Oh

You've got to press it on you
You just think it
That's what you do, baby
Hold it down dare

Jump with the moon and move it
Jump back and forth
And feel like you would dare yourself
To work it out

You've got to press it on you
You just think it
That's what you do, baby
Hold it down dare

Jump with them all and move it
Jump back and forth
It feels like you would dare yourself
To work it out

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Dare (Junior Sanchez Remix) - Lyrics - D-Sides - Gorillaz

Title: Dare (Junior Sanchez Remix)
Album: D-Sides
Artist: Gorillaz
Composer(s): Jamie Hewlett, Damon Albarn, Brian Burton

Lyric:
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's dare

It's dare

You've got to press it on you
You just think it
That's what you do baby
Hold it down dare

Jump with them all and move it
Jump back and forth
And feel like you were dare yourself
To work it out

Never did no harm, never did no harm
It's dare

It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up
It's dare
It's dare

You've got to press it on you
You just think it
That's what you do, baby
Hold it down dare

Jump with the moon and move it
Jump back and forth
It feels like you would dare yourself
To work it out

Never did no harm
Never did no harm
It's dare

It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up
It's dare

Never did no harm
Never did no harm
It's dare

It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up
It's dare

Oh

You've got to press it on you
You just think it
That's what you do, baby
Hold it down dare

Jump with the moon and move it
Jump back and forth
And feel like you would dare yourself
To work it out

You've got to press it on you
You just think it
That's what you do, baby
Hold it down dare

Jump with them all and move it
Jump back and forth
It feels like you would dare yourself
To work it out

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Dare (Dfa Remix) - Lyrics - D-Sides - Gorillaz

Title: Dare (Dfa Remix)
Album: D-Sides
Artist: Gorillaz
Composer(s): Jamie Hewlett, Damon Albarn, Brian Burton

Lyric:
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's dare

It's dare

You've got to press it on you
You just think it
That's what you do baby
Hold it down dare

Jump with them all and move it
Jump back and forth
And feel like you were dare yourself
To work it out

Never did no harm, never did no harm
It's dare

It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up
It's dare
It's dare

You've got to press it on you
You just think it
That's what you do, baby
Hold it down dare

Jump with the moon and move it
Jump back and forth
It feels like you would dare yourself
To work it out

Never did no harm
Never did no harm
It's dare

It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up
It's dare

Never did no harm
Never did no harm
It's dare

It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up
It's dare

Oh

You've got to press it on you
You just think it
That's what you do, baby
Hold it down dare

Jump with the moon and move it
Jump back and forth
And feel like you would dare yourself
To work it out

You've got to press it on you
You just think it
That's what you do, baby
Hold it down dare

Jump with them all and move it
Jump back and forth
It feels like you would dare yourself
To work it out

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Dare (Soulwax Remix) - Lyrics - D-Sides - Gorillaz

Title: Dare (Soulwax Remix)
Album: D-Sides
Artist: Gorillaz
Composer(s): Jamie Hewlett, Damon Albarn, Brian Burton

Lyric:
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's dare

It's dare

You've got to press it on you
You just think it
That's what you do baby
Hold it down dare

Jump with them all and move it
Jump back and forth
And feel like you were dare yourself
To work it out

Never did no harm, never did no harm
It's dare

It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up
It's dare
It's dare

You've got to press it on you
You just think it
That's what you do, baby
Hold it down dare

Jump with the moon and move it
Jump back and forth
It feels like you would dare yourself
To work it out

Never did no harm
Never did no harm
It's dare

It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up
It's dare

Never did no harm
Never did no harm
It's dare

It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up, it's coming up
It's coming up
It's dare

Oh

You've got to press it on you
You just think it
That's what you do, baby
Hold it down dare

Jump with the moon and move it
Jump back and forth
And feel like you would dare yourself
To work it out

You've got to press it on you
You just think it
That's what you do, baby
Hold it down dare

Jump with them all and move it
Jump back and forth
It feels like you would dare yourself
To work it out

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Live It Up - Lyrics - Jeannie Ortega

Title: Live It Up
Artist: Jeannie Ortega
Composer(s): Matthew Gerrard, Jeannette Ortega

Lyric:
Come on
Live it, live it

Can't believe, made it through another day
Who woulda' thought that my life could take a turn this way
Sitting here, thinking what I'm gonna do
Do I give up? Oh, not with everything I'm going through

But I won't 'cuz it isn't worth the time
Just standing still when without this I'll be doing fine
I must see past and remember it'll get better
Look up higher and just do my best

Not today, not now
I won't fall
So if you're feeling down
Why keep pressing on?

Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
'Cuz it isn't worth your cries
Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
'Cuz the sun's gonna shine

Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
Just let loose tonight
Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
Let's make the best of life

Live it, live it
Live it, live it

The worst is done, so just let it free
Sing to your song and just feel the beat
Don't ever feel that it's wrong to dream
Just live it up, make it your party

Grab your friends, do the most that's right
Don't look back 'cuz you'll lose the fight
Shake it off if you feel the vibe
Do what you do and let go tonight

Not today, not now
You won't fall
So why the feeling down, why?
Keep pressing on

Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
'Cuz it isn't worth your cries
Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
'Cuz the sun's gonna shine

Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
Just let loose tonight
Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
Let's make the best of life

Hold your heart, every beat means
That you're meant to be happy
Don't lose yourself and don't give up
All you gotta do is live it up

Live it, live it
Live it, live it
Live it, live it

(Live it)
Not today, not now
(Live it)
I won't fall so

(Live it)
If you're feeling down
Why keep pressing on?

Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
'Cuz it isn't worth your cries
Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
'Cuz the sun's gonna shine

Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
Just let loose tonight
Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
Let's make the best of life

Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
'Cuz it isn't worth your cries
Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
'Cuz the sun's gonna shine

Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
Just let loose tonight
Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
Let's make the best of life

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5000 Ones - Lyrics - Dj Drama

Title: 5000 Ones
Artist: Dj Drama
Composer(s): Phalon Alexander, Sean Combs, Clifford Harris, Cornell Haynes, Jay Jenkins, Carl Mitchell, Jasiel Robinson, Gary White, Cedric Williams

Lyric:
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

See me when I walk in, ain't nothin' to it
Brought ten stacks to the back, then threw it
Make it rain, ain't a thang
When it come to money I got it, man

You the next best thang, I'm the hottest, mayne
You talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mayne
We way over here, up out your range
Don't try to be G, that's not your thang

You try me G, that Glock gon' bang
K I N G, that's not gon' change
I'm rich, bitch, I don't care about no fame
'Cause if all else fails, I got cocaine

Still see me all on TV wit it
Still in da hood what ya need he get it
Dough low 44, see me wit it
If a nigga runnin' up best believe he get it

See us in da club, nigga, we be trippin'
Niggas rap 'bout that shit we livin'
7 or 8 stacks on 2 or 3 bitches
Sucka niggas over there hatin', we chillin'

I ran out of ones, so go back get more
Say shawty, bend it over back, real slow
Jack dat ass up, grab that pole
Show me you 'bout that action, hoe

I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no
They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no

Eeenie, meenie, miny, moe
I'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go
I'm 'bout ta blow, we pop bottles
Me and the whole clique certified shot callas

Blow top dollas
Got this bitch jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers
5000 ones, throw 'em then stop
See I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch
Splurge for a second when I'm done you can have this bitch

5000, 10,000, 20
Ones in my hand, that's good money
Ones in my fan, we get money
She pop that thang, she get that

That money's fallin' like rain
I'm VIP that's champagne
I'm K I D do my thang
And yes, indeed, I got change

Or shall I say I got paper
Stacked money tall as skyscrapers
Hater's you fly I fly paper
She pop that thang she get that

She make it hot like wasabi
Look at that body on mommy
She probably stand right beside me
And I tsunami lil' mommy

I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

They call me Young, my money long
I make it rain, now loose your thong
Now loose your bottoms, now loose your tops
You saw what I just spent, I could've bought a watch

I could've bought a car, maybe a couple bricks
I send my hood bitch the fifths on a shoppin' trip
5000 ones, ya you know young wit it
So high up in the air, she need a flight to go get it

Still Mr. Magic City, you know no replacements
This is what I do I got a pole in my basement
If I can make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo
Call lil' bro bring me 20 grand pronto

I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no
They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no

It's the Twista and can't nobody hold him
The money the stacks that we makin' you can't fold 'em
Get love in the strip club
Gotta nigga feeling so freaky they askin' is you roamin'

Yeah, makin' it rain is automatic when
She's askin if you trickin' you got it
Pimpin' is a habit from Twista magic city
And the muthafuckin' betta bet not bitch about it

Steady stackin' paper that's the reason we be throwin' it up
Dollas at the coke, they slang d
Really lil' mamma all over Dj Drama
And T.I. Joc and Nelly when we in da club

I'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma start that good shit up
Got 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up
Sip on some that Patron
I'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs

Gotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill
Still money ain't shit, I make major deal
Better ring the alarm, here come the paper
Twista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot
When she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her
Jazze, tell 'em what I got

I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

I'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no
They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no

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Bang It Up - Lyrics - Ciara: The Evolution - Ciara

Title: Bang It Up
Album: Ciara: The Evolution
Artist: Ciara
Composer(s): Jamal Jones, C. Harris, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
C I A R A
C I A R A
C I A R A
C I A R A

I feel it, it?s in me tonight
I see this tonight, I?m a borderline
I see him, he?s walking out
He gives me the eye, and he?s a thug

What?s the deal, I?m 21
I?m [Incomprehensible], and I?m free to run
That?s the one I met this morning
Pulling me to the floor wanna get to know me

I?m ready to have fun, let's bang the thing up
But you gotta be prepared to get your weight up
See I?m at the train since I came up
In the ATL is where it came from

Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up
I?m full grown you can go tear it up, bang it up
Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up
Last one I had on the floor couldn?t do nothing, bang it up

Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up, bang it up
Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up, bang it up
Don?t talk about it boy be about it
If you got it we can see about it shorty what?s up

Wait a minute, no, he didn?t
Ya?ll the DJ tried to slow it up
Oh, my bad, he didn?t
All he did was erra switched it up

See it, now you see that
'Cause this burn up will start acting up
Ya?ll might let me start showing my signs
Ain?t nobody here seen my fun

I?m ready to have fun, let's bang the thing up
But you gotta be prepared to get your weight up
See I?m at the train since I came up
In the ATL is where it came from

Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up
I?m full grown you can go tear it up, bang it up
Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up
Last one I had on the floor couldn?t do nothing, bang it up

Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up, bang it up
Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up, bang it up
Don?t talk about it boy be about it
If you got it we can see about it shorty what?s up

I see you riding that butt acting like you are
Never seen me before, gonna like it, you know it don?t ya
They said you wanna know, what's taking me so long
Since you?ve been patient, boy, you got the right to hold

Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up
I?m full grown you can go tear it up, bang it up
Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up
Last one I had on the floor couldn?t do nothing, bang it up

Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up, bang it up
Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up, bang it up
Don?t talk about it boy be about it
If you got it we can see about it shorty what?s up

Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up
I?m full grown now you can go tear it up, bang it up
Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up
Last one I had on the floor couldn?t do nothing, bang it up

Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up, bang it up
Bang it up, boy, gon? bang it up, bang it up
Don?t talk about it boy be about it
If you got it we can see about it shorty what?s up

And you know you got it
Say you act upon it
Bring it on you, bang it
Say you act upon it

Bang it, bang it, bang it up
Bang it, bang it, bang it up
Bang it, bang it, bang it up
Bang it, bang it, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
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Save It Up - Lyrics - After 7

Title: Save It Up
Artist: After 7
Composer(s): Jonathan Buck

Lyric:
Save it up, save it up
Save it up for me baby
Shooby doobie you my baby
'Cause you know you're just
Drivin' me crazy

Save it up, baby love
Don't hold back your lovin'
Shooby doobie you my baby
'Cause you know you're just
Drivin' me crazy

Hey girl, I got it for ya
In a real bad way
So baby you can push me 'round
Push me down your way

I don't care, anywhere's good down there
Baby in the back of your mind
You want to feel me slidin' up your leg
Oh yeah

Take your time
Let's make sure the feelin's right
I wanna know what's up
Should we stop or should we

Save it up, save it up
Save it up for me baby
Shooby doobie you my baby
'Cause you know you're just
Drivin' me crazy

Save it up, baby love
Don't hold back your lovin'
Shooby doobie you my baby
'Cause you know you're just
Drivin' me crazy

Sweet thing
Candy got ya' meltin' in your flame
'Cause baby you're safe and warm
Givin' into the game

Oh, way down there
Deep in your ocean way
Send me down there girl, I'll find your pearl
At the end of the day

Ease your mind
Let's make sure the mood's alright
I wanna fill your cup
So what's up or should we

Save it up, save it up
Save it up for me baby
Shooby doobie you my baby
'Cause you know you're just
Drivin' me crazy

Save it up, baby love
Don't hold back your lovin'
Shooby doobie you my baby
'Cause you know you're just
Drivin' me crazy

Save it girl
Save it girl

Baby, what's your name?
Come and let me see your love baby
I just wanna know your name

Baby, what's your name?
Come and show me your love
I just wanna give you game girl
I just want you baby, yeah

Save it up, save it up
Save it up for me baby
Shooby doobie you my baby
'Cause you know you're just
Drivin' me crazy

Save it up, baby love
Don't hold back your lovin'
Shooby doobie you my baby
'Cause you know you're just
Drivin' me crazy

Save it up, save it up
Save it up for me baby
Shooby doobie you my baby
'Cause you know you're just
Drivin' me crazy

Save it up, baby love
Don't hold back your lovin'
Shooby doobie you my baby
'Cause you know you're just
Drivin' me crazy

Save it up, save it up
Shooby doobie you my baby
'Cause you know you're just
Drivin' me crazy

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Hold Up - Lyrics - Exclusive - Chris Brown

Title: Hold Up
Album: Exclusive
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Antwan Patton, Jamal Harris, Vidal Davis, Andre Harris

Lyric:
Chris Brown, Big Boi, yeah
Oh, she's mine and see, God knew she was mine
The day I seen that guy, the big mouth bass on the line
It?s time for me to retrieve her and go get her like a wild receiver
But we don?t play no ball, see, when they come through
You, baby girl, we?re gon? take it all

On the real we need to nip this in the bud
?Cause we kept it real with everyone
So tell me why they hatin?, everybody's hatin??
It feels like they?re just waitin? for us to grow apart

It?s just hard for me to do
But baby, if I?m your man I guess I gotta be your man
These men just gotta understand
Little girl with curves and hips, luscious lips
Girl, I can?t front now, I?m nervous

I?m like, hold up, wait, wait a minute
I?m genuine with it, I ain?t tryna put no pimpin? in it
I?m like, hold up, can I talk to her?
Hold up, can I take her out?
Hold up, uh, that?s why I gotta tell you now

Now a days is so crazy out here, do you wanna [Incomprehensible]
If your daughter struts with me, lucky me
And you'd be lucky too, no entourage, no crew
Just me ridin? with my boo, I got her but don?t think I?m replacin? you

Girl, I know you know what I do and I?m a major minor
It'll take days and days and decades to find another dude
That?s gonna walk in my shoes and, girl, keep it one with you
As long if you do the usual

And I?m talkin? ?bout, hold up, wait, wait a minute
I?m genuine with it, I ain?t tryna put no pimpin? in it
I?m like, hold up, can I talk to her?
Hold up, can I take her out?
Hold up, uh, that?s why I gotta tell you now

Baby, please hang up the phone
?Cause I?m talkin? to your father
Mrs. Jones, Mr. Jones
I?ve been talkin? to your daughter

And she like me
She told me she like me
And I really like her
She gon? be my wifey

Baby, please hang up the phone
?Cause I?m talkin? to your father
Mrs. Jones, Mr. Jones
I?ve been talkin? to your daughter

And she like me
She told me she like me
And I really like her
She gon? be my wifey

I?m like, hold up, wait, wait a minute
I?m genuine with it, I ain?t tryna put no pimpin? in it
I?m like, hold up, hold up, hold up
That?s why I gotta tell you now

Now is the time for me to come clean
Now is the time for us to turn that yellow light to green light and proceed
Us together be more better like lemon pepper on your wings
And you'll never find another fellow that?s better than your king

I ming, go sing, gon? talk about goods who playin?
But we can?t have no picket fence ?cause we got acres and acres of land
The haters are takin? it mad that we can handle these fakers for class
Mannerisms on that CO5 and a half on their

Girl, buy, give it a try, give your boy a chance
Ever since you landed in my space seems like I?ma yours again
My top friend, rock them, we don?t need no all day hits
Pop them, put old google on a boss back

I?m like, hold up, wait, wait a minute
I?m genuine with it, I ain?t tryna put no pimpin? in it
I?m like, hold up, can I talk to her?
Hold up, can I take her out?
Hold up, uh, that?s why I gotta tell you now

I?m like, hold up, wait, wait a minute
I?m genuine with it, I ain?t tryna put no pimpin? in it
I?m like, hold up, can I talk to her?
Hold up, can I take her out?
Hold up, uh, that?s why I gotta tell you now

Baby, please
And she like me and I really like her
Baby, please
She gon? be my wifey
Baby, please

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Back It Up - Lyrics - Grand Puba

Title: Back It Up
Artist: Grand Puba
Composer(s): David A. Love, Maxwell Dixon, James Mtume

Lyric:
Easy, back it up
Yeah yeah yeah the reel to reel
Easy, back it up
Grand Puba, Stud Doogie, Alamo
Easy, back it up

Kid Capri flippin' shit the way it's 'sposed to be
Easy, back it up
Back it up
And this how we gon' bump this off yo
Back it up, huh, easy back it up"

Hey! Kid Capri, here's the resume for the day
Check the prognosis, here's your daily dosage
Check the 411 on how we flip it
Grab a bag of boom, and a 40, and just sip it
Grand Puba, Kid Capri is on that new shit
In ninety-two aiyyo this is how we flip shit

Don't be alarmed if we start to drop a bomb
Drop a bomb
Drop a bomb like some shit in Vietnam
Prepare yourself, 'cause here we come, if you ready or not
Cold bouncin' in the joint, makin' hotties hot
Grand Puba comes to hit it on the right spot
Kid Capri, cashin' in on the jackpot

So here we go
Flip the show
Get the dough?
Get the dough?
Get the dough?
Yo, you know how that shit go

Back it up, huh, easy, back it up
Back it up, huh, easy, back it up
Back it up
Back it up, huh, easy back it up

Wow, yeah, check test check
Back it up, huh, easy back it up
Dig it y'all
Back it up

First things first, here goes the opposite of worst
Slid out my mother's ass, looked at the nurse, and kicked a verse
This ain't my man Heav's joint, so shit, here's a curse
For those who got stuck, well KCUF means FUCK
That's what I like to do after the Puba makes a buck
For those who say I suck well then step up and push your luck

You're aced out, now your assed-out, I still hit joints
'Til they pass out, at three o'clock I let my MC class out
So keep a clear focus, 'cause I say hocus pocus
That's all I have to say to make the mob swarm like locusts
(Yeah)

Then I climb the bridge, push Uptown to the [unverified]
To the Harlem River Drive to pick up Ali at the Rutgers
Then we chatta-nagga-noogi, to go pick up Stud Doogie
Easy, back it up
Ha hah, so all you Grand Puba wannabees
You better pack it up, easy, back it up

Back it up, huh, easy back it up
Huh, easy back it up
Back it up
Back it up, huh, easy back it up
Huh, easy back it up

Now dig it
Here's the kid, never did a bid
Never hit skid, check out the shit I did
Live in the Bronx, born in Brooklyn
Chilled in Manhattan never got my shit tooken

I'm easy on the flex, you know my shit is right
We're goin on a flight, so hold on tight
Kid Capri is on point with my man Grand Puba
If suckers try to flex they'll get twisted like a tuba
Never cause trouble, that's not my style

Always on the move, stack papes by the pile
I'm crazy on the low, but I go places though
I always do a show so you know I got dough
Girls try to sweet talk, but bullshit walk
For those who try to hawk I stab clit like a fork

I'm very intelligent, so don't try to play me
Try to press the issue and I'll bust that ass baby
I'm thick like a shake, very high yella
Describe Kid Capri, Uptown's big fella
So now you know the flavor, and please do me a favor
Stay your ass out my path, 'cause I snap you like a gator, later

Back it up, huh, easy back it up
Huh, easy back it up
Back it up
Back it up, huh, easy back it up
Huh, easy back it up

Back it up
Back it up, huh, easy back it up
Huh, easy back it up
Back it up
Back it up, huh, easy back it up
Huh, easy back it up

Back it up
Back it up
Back it up
Back it up
Easy back it up

Back it up
Back it up
Back it up
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Bounce - Lyrics - U Gotta Feel Me - Lil' Flip

Title: Bounce
Album: U Gotta Feel Me
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Oscar Salinas, W E Weston, Juan Salinas

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Lyric:
Yea, this track right here making nigga them bounce, y'know
Jump in the old Chevy and bounce
Yea, uh, play ya skillz on the track

Now bounce for yo click nigga, bounce, bounce for yo hood
And throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from
Now bounce for yo town nigga, bounce, it's goin down
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from

Now bounce for yo click nigga, bounce, bounce for yo hood
And throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from
Now bounce for yo town nigga, bounce, it's goin down
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from

Now where you from? Homey I'm from the southside
When I pull up it then Maybach and leave your mouthwide
You better get your mind correct like the color changing clique
Before I correct your mind and fuck around and bang your chick, nigga

One time for all my ladies, two times for all my thugs
If you wearin' a fake jacob you know you a scrub
You gotta step it up, I got a special cup
I get my shine on, but no these ain't no rimestones

I got my clothing line, I got my liquor coming
And if you on a verse each part fifteen hundred
Nigga you do the math, I never use a cab
I'm from the derrty, I rock custom jerseys

Now bounce for yo click nigga, bounce, bounce for yo hood
And throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from
Now bounce for yo town nigga, bounce, it's goin down
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from

Now bounce for yo click nigga, bounce, bounce for yo hood
And throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from
Now bounce for yo town nigga, bounce, it's goin down
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from

I pack a k nigga, I blow that haze nigga
I'll be at frisco fuckin' with them bay niggaz
Them niggaz bump screw, and they will jump you
They pick me up from the airport with them pumps foo

And we ready nigga so bring it on ho
I be at Harlem nights but don't step on my big toe
One time for all my gangstas, two police for them wankstas
I made a lot of yall careers and and yall ain't tell me thank ya

But I'm a grown man, I hold my own man
Not from ATL but I'm killin' Mikes like Killer Mike
Half the time I don't write, I just grab an ounce
Tell play to fresh record and watch these niggaz bounce

Now bounce for yo click nigga, bounce, bounce for yo hood
And throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from
Now bounce for yo town nigga, bounce, it's goin down
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from

Now bounce for yo click nigga, bounce, bounce for yo hood
And throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from
Now bounce for yo town nigga, bounce, it's goin down
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from

I'm on luda shit, screwed up, track eight
Plus I did rock n' roll with Fam Lay
In VA, Norfolk to be exact
I did a track with Swiss Beats, yea I got that crack

My niggaz got my back, yo niggaz quick to run
And leave you there lookin' dumb, now that's gangsta
One time for all my pimps, two times for all my hoes
I went from gold, white to plat, back to rosegold

Now bounce for yo click nigga, bounce, bounce for yo hood
And throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from
Now bounce for yo town nigga, bounce, it's goin down
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from

Now bounce for yo click nigga, bounce, bounce for yo hood
And throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from
Now bounce for yo town nigga, bounce, it's goin down
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from

Bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce

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Get Up And Get It - Lyrics - Thug World Order - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Get Up And Get It
Album: Thug World Order
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Felecia Lindsey, Kimberly Ward, Mike Chesser, Stephen Shockley, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Adam Gibbs, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

It's all about money ain't nobody frontin'
I gotta go get it we gotta survive
Whether it's workin' a nine to five
Or ridin' the hustle I gotta get mine, bottom line

Most of my time I'm out here puttin' in work
For all of my days that I run this earth
I'ma make it count for what it's worth
You never know about this life
And the type of pain that it can bring

That's why you gotta get off of you're thing
'Cuz it ain't no dream and it ain't no game
We so serious, dogg you know it don't stop
I know time is the devil's workshop

See I do it I did it and y'all know that I'm wit it
I'll give anything for passin' and take to it back
A hustlin' little brother with crack
But now I grind a little bit harder
Harder my niggaz stories in order

See, it was hard for me momma
My mother dropped in the water
My sister was damn fast

Heather was right behind ya
Cassie, that's my little sister
My father loved you like the only child
Funny, he ain't never seen my smile

Get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You betta get on yo grind
You betta go get it if you really tryin' to shine
You betta be keepin' yo eyes on your prize at all times

Keepin' it real for my all of my thugs in the projects
The niggaz that ain't got shit
Not havin' this nonsense my niggaz

My momma said, boy if you ever wanna be anything
Get off the couch and out my house, use your brain
So I took heed and I jumped right up on my feet
Got off the streets and I'll be in heat
I'm laughing at police now

Coming to you like this
This used to be child, is now a grown man
Don't play with the wrong hand
But I never could quit 'cuz I'm playin' a strong man

Everybody got a point to prove
You might as well start today
Rather than puttin' it off tomorrow
You're lettin' it slip away, lil' Lay, I parle

And get paid, and that's all
And I creep and I rise, in yo eyes I still ball
And stand tall with my chest

And my cheek to the sky
I'm in it to win it my nigga believe it
Until the day that I die, so come on

Get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

Anything you want, anything you need
You gotta get it, yeah and go get it
Ain't comin' to you, you gotta put in your dues
Show the world that you can do it

Don't let nobody hold you back
So you betta get your hustle on
Baby betta get your hustle on
You betta

We some of the livest, you know
True thugs don't really mind to riot, let it go
They sayin' get up and get it
Yes we went and did it, you won't admit it
'Cuz you hatin', 'cuz you can't get it

Every since I was a young thug
Been creepin' showin' mo' love
Even when I got it you best to give it up
It's Cleveland, until we get what we want we ain't leaving
This is what we want with no chumps, please believe it

Get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

Get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

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Betta Stay Up In Your House - Lyrics - Genesis - Busta Rhymes

Title: Betta Stay Up In Your House
Album: Genesis
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Rashia Tashan Fisher, Jeremy A. Graham, Curtis Mayfield, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Yea, I know it's kinda cold outside,
Bring your nasty ass inside
Play yourself a dark corner mafucker, yea

Come on, can't stop, won't stop, rockin' for you, niggas
'Cause I rep the street and Johnnie Cochran for you, niggas
And I, got a state gun cockin' for you, niggas
Twenty-One legal gun shots

Poppin' for you niggas
And I, blow tones, more force than cyclones
Shit is on every time I catch a Ron Jones
Thug bitch, rock boots and hoops with rhinestones
Got the key to the city and run the crime zone

Now come on, take somethin', shake somethin', break somethin'
Stop, close your shop, you, niggas ain't sayin' nothin'
Niggas be frontin' and knowin' they ain't really weighin' nothin'
Better stop 'fore, we pop and really get to sprayin' somethin'

Flood it up
Whip it up
Smoke it up
Blooded up
Niggas straight tryin' to brake, I tell 'em shut it up
I spit the ill for real, ain't nothin' buttered up
Flip mode, doin' it everybody love it up

East coast, what up? West coast, what up?
Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up?
All my chicken heads, put it in your mouth, what up?
It's flip mode, better stay up in your house, what up?
All my thugs, what up? Thug bitches, what up?
Street niggas, what up? Stack riches, no doubt
We got the block locked take another route, what up?
It's flip mode, better stay up in your house, what up?
My niggas hook

Dirtiest, wordiest, Jersey, it's wetter than a mile
I stalk like pedophiles, no body gets saved when I bless the child
Gettin' Eight like snapper you too fessed to vow

Hold up
Run on
Get up
Come on
And put every single nigga where I'm from on
Bitches all in the spot, go ahead and get your fun on
Niggas keepin' it movin', go head and get your thug on

What on earth possessed y'all to try a lil' drunk lil' high?
Big heads in the sky make niggas straight cry
Without Mo' and Dry, take it down homeboy got bigger fish to fry
Fuck that other nigga, rush that sucker nigga

Niggas love the way we sound up on another Digga
Hot D, but I got another younger brother bigger
Digga pass me the Henny, so I can take another swigger

East coast, what up? West coast, what up?
Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up?
All my chicken heads, put it in your mouth, what up?
It's flip mode, better stay up in your house, what up?
All my thugs, what up? Thug bitches, what up?
Street niggas, what up? Stack riches, no doubt
We got the block locked take another route, what up?
It's flip mode, better stay up in your house, what up?
My niggas hook

Switch it up like Ak Nel, why you hit a dry spell?
Cats like you get no reply on the Skytel
Hate y'all, raps like Eminem hate Britney
Bonafide MC, who fuckin' with me?

Top niggas better give props nigga
'Fore you get dropped, fuck around and get your shit popped nigga
Flip flop niggas, you could really get your shit mopped
Or left to lay up in a pit stop, nigga

Spillin' it
Feelin' it
Killin' it
Come on
The hardest M.C don't want flex no more
Make it hot every time I rock, rest assured
Shit'll have that, who could rock the raw best award, nigga

Look it up
Cook it up
Shook it up
Book it up
When we rock, you shouldn't watch promoters, nook it up
Raise the level a little, you know my niggas took it up
In and outta big figgas, while me and Digga cook it up

East coast, what up? West coast, what up?
Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up?
All my chicken heads, put it in your mouth, what up?
It's flip mode, better stay up in your house, what up?
All my thugs, what up? Thug bitches, what up?
Street niggas, what up? Stack riches, no doubt
We got the block locked take another route, what up?
It's flip mode, better stay up in your house, what up?
My niggas hook

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