Hunting Girl - Lyrics - Songs From The Wood - Jethro Tull

Title: Hunting Girl
Album: Songs From The Wood
Artist: Jethro Tull
Composer(s): Ian Anderson

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Lyric:
One day I walked the roads and crossed a field to go
By where the hounds ran hard
And on the master raced behind the hunters chased
To where the path was barred

One fine young lady's horse
Refused the fence to clear
I unlocked the gate but she did wait
Until the pack had disappeared

Crop handle carved in bone, sat high upon a throne
Of finest English leather
The Queen of all the pack, this joker raised his hat
And talked about the weather

All should be warned about
This high born hunting girl
She took this simple man's downfall in hand
I raised the flag that she unfurled

Boot leather flashing
And spur necks the size of my thumb
This highborn hunter
Had tastes as strange as they come, come

Unbridled passion, I took the bit in my teeth
Her standing over me on my knees underneath, underneath

My lady, be discrete, I must get to my feet
And go back to the farm
Whilst I appreciate you are no deviate
I might do some harm

I'm not inclined to acts refined
If that's how it goes
Oh, high born hunting girl
I'm just a normal low born so and so
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

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Tit 4 Tat - Lyrics - Real Talk - Fabolous

Title: Tit 4 Tat
Album: Real Talk
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Pharrell L. Williams, John David Jackson

Lyric:
Uh!
Hah hah hah hah hah
Uh!
Hah hah hah hah hah
Uh!
Hah hah hah hah hah
It's my world!
Hah hah hah hah hah
Ya heard?
Hah hah hah hah hah
Ya heard?
Real Talk pha-real, ask my nigga Pharrell
Ya heard?

You see I do's what I choose on shiny twenty-two's
Be's what I please in brand new Bentleys
That's right stupid! Soon as they couped it
I went and scooped it, now I'm on the move, on the move

Running the City, something like Diddy
At 150, wit the gun and the cd, wow!
Niggaz who be hunting for biddies
Never seen nothing this pretty, and they lying if they say they do

They bring the playa through like they bring the mayor through, yeah
They know the way I do is what the AK'll do
Listen here we can disappear for a day or two
Bet you come back smiling like Mase, c'mon!

Like Case say, "Touch me, tease me"
But the Top Dawg tell her it must be easy, yeah
I'm in the white cut E-Veezy, yeah
Ashton Cuts be freezy, it must be easy!

See, I ain't keep going tit for tat your ass ma
If your ass ain't talking right
Well you can stop acting boughie, asking for sushi
If fucking ain't your plans tonight, ya hear me?

See, I ain't keep going tit for tat your ass ma
If your ass ain't talking right
You can go back to being groupie in your Dapper Dan Gucci
If fucking ain't your plans tonight, ya hear me?

Do do do do do do
Girl move it like!
Do do do do do do
Girl move it like!
Do do do do do do
Girl move it like!
Do do do do do do
Girl move it like!

You see, I bop to the beat of the streets since I was born
Move like they would in the hood until I'm gone
The girls know my paper denim, keep paper in 'em
As soon as they change the shapes I'm in 'em
The bapes they send 'em wit snake skin in 'em
To the kid in the city wit the scrapers in 'em

Now! I move to left like
Do do do do do do
Then I move to the right like
Do do do do do do
They follow the need to follow my lead
Do the do then swallow my seed, like
Do do do do do do

You can leave the spot you cramped in
Live in the Hamptons like a champion
Refuse to choose the, use the loser
Don't let the hydro moves confuse ya
And pass on a stunner to go wit a fronter
If you wanna do the kick it then go wit a punter
Trick

I ain't keep going tit for tat your ass ma
If your ass ain't talking right
Well you can stop acting boughie, asking for sushi
If fucking ain't your plans tonight, ya hear me?

See, I ain't keep going tit for tat your ass ma
If your ass ain't talking right
You can go back to being groupie in your Dapper Dan Gucci
If fucking ain't your plans tonight, ya hear me?

Do do do do do do
Girl move it like!
Do do do do do do
Girl move it like!
Do do do do do do
Girl move it like!
Do do do do do do
Girl move it like!

You see the white's so bright it's hard to be polite, yeah
The yellow's so mellow I have to act ghetto, yeah
Hello, my name is, fuck that! I'm famous
Y'all ain't the same as, F-a to the B

I don't know what it be, baby girl could it be
You ain't see how good it be rolling wit me?
Like, get me on or get me gone
It's at least 22's that they sit me on

I'm in the Ice Cream shoes, nice gleam too
Crack the button up so the ice beam through
You could wake up wit regrets, or wake up in a jet
Fixing you hairdo in a Jacob wit baguettes girl

I ain't keep going tit for tat your ass ma
If your ass ain't talking right
Well you can stop acting boughie, asking for sushi
If fucking ain't your plans tonight, ya hear me?

See, I ain't keep going tit for tat your ass ma
If your ass ain't talking right
You can go back to being groupie in your Dapper Dan Gucci
If fucking ain't your plans tonight, ya hear me?

Do do do do do do
Girl move it like!
Do do do do do do
Girl move it like!
Do do do do do do
Girl move it like!
Do do do do do do
Girl move it like, like!

Like, like
Like, like
Like, like
Do do do do do do
Uh, wow, wow
Do do do do do do
Do do do do do do
Do do do do do do
Do do do do do do
Like, like

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Weather Girl - Lyrics - Shiny Toy Guns

Title: Weather Girl
Artist: Shiny Toy Guns
Composer(s): Jeremy Dawson

Lyric:
You're an uptown falling down
West end girl trying to see yourself
Running in a number one
Shoot 'em up

Race to edge of the world
To the edge of the world
Knocking down
Waking up

You?re a breaking girl
Hearts stop and seize
Making love in the weather
Making moves together

Staying close forever
Riding in our cars
From the Moon to Mars
Everyday, every night

Becomes a thousand hours
Come and follow you
Follow down to excess
Return to righteousness

Dancing late at night
Hunting high and low
With your pretty pink bow
Weather girl, where did you go?

Girlfriend, I really need you
Don?t go, don't go
Girlfriend, I really miss you
Don?t go, don't go

Never making hesitation
Making everyone hold their breath
Criss-cross over miles of eyes
Ending looks shooting over

The heads are turning
Your shadow of death
You?re ready for this

Weather girl, where's your forecast?
Set the signal
Raining fire from the angels
Through the eye of a needle

Making moves, making stars
Falling faster than the start
Of the end of the world
You?re the breaking girl

Channel X, channel 7
Super static television
We?re waiting for
The first broadcast from you

You?ll never go too far
There?s no stopping the show
With your pretty pink bow
Where did you go?

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Killer Wolf - Lyrics - Danzig 2: Lucifuge - Danzig

Title: Killer Wolf
Album: Danzig 2: Lucifuge
Artist: Danzig
Composer(s): Glenn Danzig

Lyric:
I'm the wolf, I'm the one you want
I'm the killer wolf, I'm 'onna pound your home
I'm the wolf, howlin' all night
I curl up next to you, when you're all alone

When I go inside your little girl, and I do
When I go inside your little girl
Just one kiss, yes from my lips
Rake your soul, over coals

I'm the wolf, howlin' all night
I'm the king wolf, I put the chill in your bones
I'm the wolf, hunting you down
I ain't no back door wolf, I don't scratch at no doors

When I go inside your little girl, and I will
When I come inside your little girl
Just one kiss, yes from my lips
Rake your soul, over burning coals
Just one touch, from my love
Make you howl, till the sun comes up I'm the wolf

When I go inside your little girl, and I will
When I come inside your little girl
Just one kiss, yes, from my lips
Rake your soul, over burning coals
Just one touch, yes from my love
Make you howl, till the sun comes up

I'm the wolf, howlin' all night
I'm your killer wolf, whatever you want
I'm the wolf, howlin' all night
I'm your wolf

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Shawty - Lyrics - Atl

Title: Shawty
Artist: Atl
Composer(s): Cory Griffin, Michael Carlos Jones, Mario Mendell Winans

Lyric:
Yo, yo yeah
I go by the name of Cassidy
It's another Mario Winans exclusive
ATL, come on

Damn boo, you don't understand, boo
I'm just fly if I was your man, boo
We could go to San Drew, by the sand, boo
Blow 100 grand and get a tan too

I'm a mack, girl, holla back girl
My stroke game put a pain in your back, girl
I can't front, I be humping around
That's why these girls be hunting me down

I do me when I'm out, but they getting room keys
And you could get the key to the house
If you need it, I'm willing to help, 'cause I'm almost feeling you
As much as I'm feeling myself, Cassidy

Room is hot as hell, I hope that dress don't melt
Peel off of your body, baby, you look so good, you wear it well
'Cause underneath, girl I can tell, it's our time, baby, come on
Girl, come here, there's no need to be afraid of you feel, shawty

Shawty, good God Almighty, look what we got here
Touching all over and I like the way you feel
Shawty, don't hurt nobody look what we got here
Baby, come closer 'cause I like the, you feel

The way your body move, I never seen before
It's so erotic, baby yeah, she put me up on something new, heaven
She said, "Boy, let me do what I do", baby come on
Baby, come here, there's no need to be afraid of you feel, shawty

Shawty, good God Almighty, look what we got here
Touching all over, and I like the way you feel
Shawty, don't hurt nobody look what we got here
Baby, come closer 'cause I like the, you feel

When I see you doing what you do
Your body's inviting me, telling me to
Pull you close and whisper in your ear
Ooh, keep it right there, don't you go no where

It's too late to stop, I done felt you twice
You got the spot hot enough to melt my ice
Showing off merchandise, bet a 4 5 6 if you blow my dice
Handcuff me, read my rights, pat me down

Rough me up, whatever you like
And I hope that you doing it right
Like a champ losing a fight
I'm coming out my belt, tonight

Shawty, good God Almighty, look what we got here
Touching all over and I like the way you feel
Shawty, don't hurt nobody look what we got here
Baby, come closer 'cause I like the, you feel

Shawty, good God Almighty, look what we got here
Touching all over and I like the way you feel
Shawty, don't hurt nobody look what we got here
Baby, come closer 'cause I like the, you feel

You make me feel like ATL, like I got a winner, Cassidy
Don't you go no where, yeah, stay right here
This has been another 'Rio Winans production

You make me feel like, get off y'all, like I got a winner, get off y'all
So don't you go no where, we out, stay right here, baby
I need ya, baby, don't ya go no where, stay right here
I got to have a lady, come closer, lady

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My Valuable Hunting Knife - Lyrics - Guided By Voices

Title: My Valuable Hunting Knife
Artist: Guided By Voices
Composer(s): Robert E. Pollard Jr.

Lyric:
I want to start a new life
With my valuable hunting knife
She will shine like a new girl
And I want to shout out our love to the world, hit it
Everything I think about I think about
Everything I talk about I talk about
With you
But you don't know what I go through
You don't know

Days, they will turn into nights
But my valuable hunting knife
It will not rust through the tears
And it will not lose it's appeal over years, come on
Everything I think about I think about
Everything I talk about I talk about
With you
But you don't know what I go through
You don't know
I'll never know
I'll never know
And then I will run
And then I will
And then I will hide
And then I will
And then I will run
And then I will
And then I will hide
I'll never know
I'll never know

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On The Hunt - Lyrics - Lyve From Steel Town (Live) - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Title: On The Hunt
Album: Lyve From Steel Town (Live)
Artist: Lynyrd Skynyrd
Composer(s): Allen Collins, Ronnie Van Zan

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Lyric:
Ooh baby

I said baby, mama I don't know your name
But I say lady, oh sugar I can play your game

And every night when we leave your hall baby
I see you hangin' around
You wanna ride in my big black car babe
Wanna go uptown [Incomprehensible]

I know who you are baby
And I know what they call you girl
I'll never put you down baby
See I'm just like you, baby I'm on a hunt
Oh you never know I'm huntin'

I know lady
All people gonna talk about you and me
And let me say one thing mama
Oh sugar I do as I please

So if you wanna love me baby
Well I'm your man
And all those high falutin' society people
I don't care if they don't understand

I know who you are baby
And I know what they call you girl
I'll never put you down baby
See I'm just like you, baby I'm on a hunt
Oh I'm a man on huntin', ooh

Oh mama

My daddy told me baby
Oh a long time ago
"Well there's two things, son
Oh there's two things you should know"

And in these two things baby
Oh you must take a pride
And that's a horse and a woman
Oh both of them you ride mister

I know who you are baby
And I know what they call you girl
I'll never put you down baby
See I'm just like you, baby I'm on a hunt

I know who you are baby
And I know what they call you girl
I'll never put you down baby
See I'm just like you, baby I'm on a hunt

Oh baby I'm a huntin' and you
You know I'm a hunting Pittsburgh
[Incomprehensible]

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Ride Wit Us - Lyrics - Def Squad

Title: Ride Wit Us
Artist: Def Squad
Composer(s): Keith Murray, Reggie Noble, Erick S. Sermon, Todd Anthony Shaw

Lyric:
Ride wit me, yeah, yeah
Ride wit me
(Def Squad)
Roll down your windows and ride wit me
(Uptown)

Ride wit us
Bitch, ride wit us
Ride wit us
Roll up your windows and ride wit us

Let's smoke this Oakland in doe
Don't roll down the window
Start the car
We ain't going too far

You know that big bootied girl you always fuckin' wit
She got a sister I really wanna get
Some Georgia girls from College Park
You already fucked when we get that started off

Park in the driveway, it wont take long
Do it like that it goes on and on
You know this the kind of shit, I know you want
E made the beat, let me show you somethin'

Quite a few haters want to see us played out
But we got the formula to get payed now
You can't stand in the way of success
We got the same job but you make much less

I remember how it used to be
Before we had crack
If you had a few hundred in your pocket
That was fat

If you feel like smokin' then
Ride wit us
Hop the train with no token then
Ride wit us

And if you don't give a fuck then
Ride wit us
Roll down your windows
And ride wit us

And if you got five on it then
Ride wit us
And if you ain't fake niggas then
Ride wit us

And if your crew pull triggas then
Ride wit us
Roll up your windows
And ride wit us

Aiyyo, I lick two shots thats heard all around the world
Check how a forty and a blunt can take a nigga, girl
Like E.F. hunting, don't say nothin', I'm haunting
On the micaphone, it's the eve of destruction

As the world goes around like passion
You get flattened in an orderly fashion
You was warned like a coming attraction
I got playa hated, felt liberated

Put him on the burner 'cause the nigga violated
We scamper like guard dogs through the fog
If you feel like you wanna hop, leap like a frog
The Sergeant General get busy chief

The fastest way to spell rhyme relief is Keith
I leave you assed out like a cocaine drought
Hey, yo can I get a witness like Andre Krouch
Niggas need to stop frontin', bitches need to stop stuntin'
'Cause they know fuck well, they can't stop my production

If you feel like smokin' then
Ride wit us
Hop the train with no token then
Ride wit us

And if you don't give a fuck then
Ride wit us
Roll down your windows
And ride wit us

And if you got five on it then
Ride wit us
And if you ain't fake niggas then
Ride wit us

And if your crew pull triggas then
Ride wit us
Roll up your windows
And ride wit us

I got the forty acres without the fuckin' mule
Doc Ike Turner givin' mics audio abuse
I smack a big mouth bitch and her babysitter
And her lesbian friend and that nigga wit her

I don't give a fuck, I smack blood out a midget
My tactics make evil D say come on kick it
A black five wit rims, what you can spot me in
Wanna die, I snatch you like Doc Kevokian

So turn the beat up while NARCs got me on sweep up
I'm lucky, I usually tote more Gunz than Peter
I fuck you up to where your forehead will cut meat up
You wanna box, I square more than Matt Asenerina

Backstabbing bitches and niggas eat a dick
'Cause you never heard the Doc do
(Nothin' like this)
Backstabbing bitches and niggas eat a dick
'Cause you never heard the Doc do
(Nothin' like this)

If you feel like smokin' then
Ride wit us
Hop the train with no token then
Ride wit us

And if you don't give a fuck then
Ride wit us
Roll down your windows
And ride wit us

And if you got five on it then
Ride wit us
And if you ain't fake niggas then
Ride wit us

And if your crew pull triggas then
Ride wit us
Roll up your windows
And ride wit us

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Ha - I Dream Myself Alive - Lyrics - Hunting High and Low - A

Title: Ha - I Dream Myself Alive
Album: Hunting High and Low
Artist: A
Composer(s): Pal Waaktaar, Mag

Lyric:
Dream myself alive, I dream myself alive
You can't deny
There's something dark against the light
All I can say
It doesn't have to be this way

We'll be chasin' our tails madly
See days pass like wildfire
Right from the start
I knew this world would break my
Heart

I dream myself alive
Dream myself alive
I dream myself alive
Break my heart
And dream myself alive
What can it mean?

I'm drawing pictures of the sea
Right from the start
I knew this girl would break my heart

Dream myself alive
Dream myself alive
I dream myself alive
Dream myself alive
Dream myself alive
I dream myself alive
Dream myself alive
Dream myself alive

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Number One - Lyrics - Get Lifted - John Legend

Title: Number One
Album: Get Lifted
Artist: John Legend
Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield, John R Stephens, Kanye West

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Lyric:
Ooh, I promise not to do it again
I promise not to do it

You can't say I don't love you
Just because I cheat on you
'Cuz you can't see all I do
To keep you from knowing the things I do

Like erase my phone and keep it out of town
I keep it strapped up when I sleep around
Well I should have known one day you'd find out
But you can't go and leave me now

You know that I love you
There's no one above you
I said it the last time
But this is the last time

Don't make me over
'Cuz I can be faithful
Baby, you're my number one
You're my number one

Now, who is she? What's her name?
You don't need to know about everything
We fight about this, we fight about that
You hang up the phone and call me right back

Well I'll never be something I'm not
Please don't throw away what we've got
'Cuz we've been together for way too long
I was playing around but I'm coming home

You know that I love you
(Know that I love you)
There's no one above you
(No one above you)
I said it the last time
(Hey, hey)
But this is the last time

Don't make me over
(Don't leave me baby
'Cuz I can be faithful
(You know I try)
Baby, you're my number one
(Baby)
You're my number one

I keep you laced up so you ain't gotta borrow nothing
From them broke ass friends who be bargain hunting
They say they shop on Ebay, baby why is they frontin'?
They be on the internet but they never cop nothin'

I keep you in girl, what is those on your toes?
And your neck staying froze off that rose colored gold
I suppose you was told by them hoes I was cheatin'
Thinkin' my heart don't got nothing to do with my penis

He got a mind of his own and he just be saying shit
And I don't wanna cheat but I don't be saying shit
I try to jack off, he ask me, "Who is you playin' wit?"
But I know he love you, he told me you was his favorite

You know that I love you
(Know that I love you)
There's no one above you
(No one above you)
I said it the last time
(Said it the last time)
But this is the last time
(Hey hey hey, yeah)

Don't make me over
(Don't leave me baby)
'Cuz I can be faithful
(You know I try)
Baby you're my number one
(Oh baby)
You're my number one

You're making it hard for me
You're messing up everything
You tell me I gotta leave
(Say we over)

You saw that she came over
Came in the Range Rover
Left with a hangover
(Say we over)

I promise I won't cheat
I promise I won't lie
I promise I'll act right
(Say we over)

You can't tell me
I can't have you
I can't have that
(We ain't over)

Hey, it ain't over baby
(We ain't over)
Oh, you don't need to go, it's not over
(We ain't over)
Oh
(We ain't over)
Oh, it's gonna be alright now, don't go now

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Too Country - Lyrics - I Loved Her First - Heartland

Title: Too Country
Album: I Loved Her First
Artist: Heartland
Composer(s): Neal Coty, Jon Henderson

Lyric:
Have you ever popped a can
And put a pinch between your cheek and gum?
Run barefooted through the woods
Come hunting with a Blue Tick and a gun?
Patted your tomatoes by the light of the moon
Or is that too country for you?

Is you're idea of kicking back
Six pack on the tailgate by the tree?
Kettle full of mud bugs
And a pair of Levis rolled up to your knees?
With a long-legged 'Bama girl
And her 'Born To Ride' tattoo
Or is that too country for you?

That's too country for you, I understand
Man, I can't talk any faster than I already am
But I think there might be something
Going wrong with your roots
If that's too country for you

How about sitting on the porch by the tiki torch
Picking a song with only three chords
Good and loud, Saturday night for sure
And Sunday, praising the Lord

I pulled up in your driveway
With my kicking stereo turned up to ten
Would you cook a pig and float a keg
And get down with my rough and rowdy friends?
Talk about big bucks, big trucks all afternoon
Or is that too country for you?

That's too country for you, I understand
Man, I can't talk any faster than I already am
But I think there might be something
Going wrong with your roots
If that's too country for you
If that's too country for you

Is that clay a little too red for you?

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Speak - Lyrics - The Roches

Title: Speak
Artist: The Roches
Composer(s): Margaret Roche

Lyric:
The time has come for me to speak
Uh, oh the time has come
And while the silence picks on me
I pray not be dumb

So I am hunting for the words
Just wait 'til I find some
I need some syllables do you
Know where to get them from?

When I am in my house alone
My speeches take a week
But from my lips when you are near
A sound will seldom leak

When I was a little girl
I coined a mighty text
Looking back I blush to hear
What I'd come out with next

It's now the time for me to speak
But what if they talk back
Oh when I open up my beak
Let's hope that I can quack

And if I do look out, beware
The truth is hard to take
And everything for all I care
Can jump into a lake, yeah

It's now the time for me to speak
But what if they talk back
Oh when I open up my beak
Let's hope that I can quack, quack

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J-A-D-A - Lyrics - Jadakiss

Title: J-A-D-A
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): Rodney Jerkins, Jason Phillips, Sean Jacobs

Lyric:
Jadakiss, Sheek
D-Block, Darkchild
Uh huh, yeah
Uh yeah

Yo, I'm just too much, I flow too sick
I be on top of the snare, all over the kick
Since a young cat, I been one wit' the drum tap
The purple start pushin' my lungs back

Been there, done that
My words stick to you like thumb tacks
Pardon me, LOX hooked up wit' Rodney
The Ferrari's teal, but the truck's mahogany

Hating, I can't get you bastards off me
Fresh like I just took the plastic off me
Me and streets is high school sweethearts
And I'm always in her so she can't divorce me

Can't see farther than Kiss, I'm like a father to this
Want ya go and cop your father to this
I possess the whole package, the girls, the thongs
And there's something about me the world just loves
D-Block bringing hell of a pain, 'Honey' tell 'em my name

(J A D A)
I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(J A D A)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(J A D A)
The club'll band, the beat'll knock
(J A D A)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

(J A D A)
I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(J A D A)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(J A D A)
The club'll band, the beat'll knock
(J A D A)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

Sheek Louch get it popping, this shit don't stop
Got your boobs hitting, shaking in a Halter Top
Drizzling out, no shirt, burgundy drop
Chain's bigger than Chuck D and Flava's clock

Yeah boy, Sheek kinda hot these days
Hold the heat when I spit, need ten ice trays
D-Block what up? What's fucking wit' that?
Got the Camp spitting heavy on this Jerkins track

Glock jerk him back, either that or the mac
I prefer chrome but take it if you got it in black
Thick shorty wanna hop on it
I tell her not here, but we could go inside the bathroom 'Honey'

Let me give it to your straight, I ain't spending no money
We could drink till we pass out, make dicks and all that
I'm a gangster, I bet shorty crawl back
Got her job through a two way contact

(S H E E K)
Pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(S H E E K)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(S H E E K)
The club'll band, the beat will knock
(S H E E K)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

(S H E E K)
Pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(S H E E K)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(S H E E K)
The club'll band, the beat will knock
(S H E E K)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

Hey yo it's Louchy baby, smoke screen in the Mercedes
Naw it's just weed, I'm fucking wit y'all
Oil slick, it's the juice that I throw out the back
But it's for real lil' nigga if you hearing the clack

I'm bringing it back, you don't wanna jump to this
I'm David Blaine, it's magic how I gave it the Kiss
Letting it off, nigga like we hunting to diss
Hey yo Kiss, yo take it from there

Raspy voice, flow of the year; it's the cue tip bars
They feel good when they go in your ear
Ti Gun, Peanut Punch your girl ain't ready
Jadakiss, the world ain't ready

We got haze in the air and we pouring the yac
'Bout to get up on 'Honey' 'cause she throwing it back
And you know I keep the hawk on my neck, so don't violate
'Cause I can't wait for it to go in your back, uh

(J A D A)
I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(S H E E K)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(J A D A)
The club'll band, the beat'll knock
(S H E E K)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

(J A D A)
I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(S H E E K)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(J A D A)
The club'll band, the beat'll knock
(S H E E K)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

(J A D A)
I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(S H E E K)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(J A D A)
The club'll band, the beat'll knock
(S H E E K)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

(J A D A)
I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(S H E E K)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(J A D A)
The club'll band, the beat'll knock
(S H E E K)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

J A D A
S H E E K
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