Hurricane Fresh - Lyrics - Mc Lars Horris

Title: Hurricane Fresh
Artist: Mc Lars Horris
Composer(s): Damondrick Jack, Andrew Nielsen

Lyric:
Oh snap, you know this track is fly
So get crunked up and don't ask why
Post rap, post punk, post Kurt Cobain
Post Kool Moe Dee post House of Pain

Chuck D told me I had to be me
So I bought the Public Enemy CD
I ripped one track in mp3
Till Lars Ulrich came after me

I said, "It's me your lost nephew"
He said, "No way, that can't be true"
I kicked him with my Converse shoe
All the way to Timbuktu

Of Wolf and Ulrich, "sad but true"
He lived there for a year or two
He mastered Puppetry alone
Justice for Sean Fanning clones

Now that's fresh, now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, I get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh

Now that's fresh, now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, I get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh

My Dad's named Bob, he toured with me
When a UK label put out my CD
I got mad props from the BBC
But hip-hop heads still don't get me

So I take a chance, I rhyme white but so what?
I like James Brown and Beyonce's butt
Whatever your race I'll Friendster you
And rent two Spike Lee NetFlix too

And I still rock shows and try to dance
Still rock Simpsons underpants
And I still like Rush and Dr Dre
I still keep bumping NWA

I get fresh on the mike like a milkman on duty
So burn this disco to the ground and baby shake that booty
I attack the track like a Steve Segal movie
3D fresh, not 2D fruity

Now that's fresh, now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, I get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh

Now that's fresh, now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, I get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh

05 so live, I've been doing this for years,
Making money 'cause I'm funny with this music of the spheres
And I dance! Hey, watch me dance
Goofy MC's can't be me even if they had the chance

Pandora have you seen Persephone?
Hades rabies got me going like KRS-ONE
Why is that? MC's act like they don't know
(I don't know)
I poison this track with a Scorpion flow

Because I rock the mike like a hurricane
Because I rock the mike like a hurricane
Because I rock the mike like a hurricane
Because I rock the mike, hurricane fresh!

Now that's fresh, now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, I get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh

Now that's fresh, now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, I get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh

Now that's fresh, now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
(Because I grab the mike like a hurricane)
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, I get fresh
(Because I grab the mike like a hurricane)
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
(Because I grab the mike like a hurricane)
Now that's fresh
(Because I grab the mike)

Now that's fresh, now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
(Because I grab the mike like a hurricane)
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, I get fresh
(Because I grab the mike like a hurricane)
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
(Because I grab the mike like a hurricane)
Now that's fresh
(Because I grab the mike hurricane fresh)

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Hurricane Fresh - Lyrics - The Laptop - Mc Lars

Title: Hurricane Fresh
Album: The Laptop
Artist: Mc Lars
Composer(s): Damondrick Jack, Andrew Nielsen

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Lyric:
Oh snap, you know this track is fly
So get crunked up and don't ask why
Post rap, post punk, post Kurt Cobain
Post Kool Moe Dee post House of Pain

Chuck D told me I had to be me
So I bought the Public Enemy CD
I ripped one track in mp3
Till Lars Ulrich came after me

I said, "It's me your lost nephew"
He said, "No way, that can't be true"
I kicked him with my Converse shoe
All the way to Timbuktu

Of Wolf and Ulrich, "sad but true"
He lived there for a year or two
He mastered Puppetry alone
Justice for Sean Fanning clones

Now that's fresh, now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, I get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh

Now that's fresh, now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, I get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh

My Dad's named Bob, he toured with me
When a UK label put out my CD
I got mad props from the BBC
But hip-hop heads still don't get me

So I take a chance, I rhyme white but so what?
I like James Brown and Beyonce's butt
Whatever your race I'll Friendster you
And rent two Spike Lee NetFlix too

And I still rock shows and try to dance
Still rock Simpsons underpants
And I still like Rush and Dr Dre
I still keep bumping NWA

I get fresh on the mike like a milkman on duty
So burn this disco to the ground and baby shake that booty
I attack the track like a Steve Segal movie
3D fresh, not 2D fruity

Now that's fresh, now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, I get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh

Now that's fresh, now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, I get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh

05 so live, I've been doing this for years,
Making money 'cause I'm funny with this music of the spheres
And I dance! Hey, watch me dance
Goofy MC's can't be me even if they had the chance

Pandora have you seen Persephone?
Hades rabies got me going like KRS-ONE
Why is that? MC's act like they don't know
(I don't know)
I poison this track with a Scorpion flow

Because I rock the mike like a hurricane
Because I rock the mike like a hurricane
Because I rock the mike like a hurricane
Because I rock the mike, hurricane fresh!

Now that's fresh, now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, I get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh

Now that's fresh, now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, I get fresh
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
Now that's fresh

Now that's fresh, now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
(Because I grab the mike like a hurricane)
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, I get fresh
(Because I grab the mike like a hurricane)
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
(Because I grab the mike like a hurricane)
Now that's fresh
(Because I grab the mike)

Now that's fresh, now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
(Because I grab the mike like a hurricane)
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, I get fresh
(Because I grab the mike like a hurricane)
Now that's fresh, that's fresh, get fresh
(Because I grab the mike like a hurricane)
Now that's fresh
(Because I grab the mike hurricane fresh)

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Playas Rock - Lyrics - 5150 Ratchet - Hurricane Chris

Title: Playas Rock
Album: 5150 Ratchet
Artist: Hurricane Chris
Composer(s): Maurice White, Michael Crooms, Skip Scarborough, Christopher Dooley, Carlos Thornton, Jason Dendy

Lyric:
If I don't like the way that she actin' then I'ma tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

If I don't like the way that she actin', I tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, girl, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock

Everythang was cool we was feelin' each other
Chillin' in the jacuzzi just water no bubbles
You know me I keep it gutta, hit it until you stutter
Then she got there asking me questions like she was undercover

Like who was that lil' chick that I let ride up in my ride
I'm a pimp so it ain't nothing for me to think of a lie
But I'd rather keep it real and tell her just how I feel
Look it here if you see with with another chick then it's just what it is

You ain't my main dame I just beat you out the frame
Baby, I'm hurricane, you gotta stay in yo lane
Stick to the script of a pimp and follow my gutta rules
And I you feel like you wanna leave then do what you do

Baby, you think I'm goin' cry Just because I lost you
Every time I loose one I bounce back with 2
How you think I got you somebody got laid off
I'm a pimp I pimp a chicken until she get played out

See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock

If I don't like the way that she actin' then I'ma tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

If I don't like the way that she actin', I tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, girl, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock

Say lil' mama let me get up in it a minute
Make you wanna give it to me like you never gave it up before
And I bet I make you [Incomprehensible] with my boys
When I pull up in a Rolls Royce, I know where to hit Ro

Pull up fresh in the back gettin' low slow mo' no low
She can see my eyes
Everybody holla that boy so fly
And all I gotta do is get her in my ride

Give me a million dollars, I can make it go live
Let it be any chick in the world and I can make her mine
Put her in the whip, now, I'm feeling on her thighs
Take a shot of patron, now, I'm finna go live

And then she told me that she want me to cut her
But she ain't want me to use a rubber, no rubber, no rubber
I'm feelin' like u tryna get me caught up
No disrespect lil' mama but that's just how I was brought up

If I can't use protection when I cut then it ain't no cut
I can't picture me goin' in you raw that just ain't what's up
Lil' mama I'm a pimp and I will never get caught in my lie
Cross my heart and hope to die girl you know how playas rock

If I don't like the way that she actin' then I'ma tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

If I don't like the way that she actin', I tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, girl, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock

And then she told me that she want me to cut her
But she ain't want me to use a rubber, no rubber, no rubber
And then she told me that she want me to cut her
But she ain't want me to use a rubber, no rubber, no rubber

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Mcf - Lyrics - Cappadonna

Title: Mcf
Artist: Cappadonna
Composer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Darryl Robert Hill

Lyric:
Black solidarity day, arrest sentence
Lookin' at the moon he starts his coming soon
High like my man, c'mon give me the fame
This flame is so bright, open up your life

Let me swim with your feelings
I love ya'll to death get married to my song
I prolong nigga my style is real strong
Plus I stay dipped like the first day of school

Blood pool kid with the low cut fade
My darts is number one, playtime is over
Black October, my debt still correct
Revised and updated from the old temple

Big pens is Tai Chi
Head crack shit my brains is Jet Li
Put away your weapons it's Master M.C
One hundred skills if you ever try to fuck me

Feet come first, sometimes not the head
Some niggas eat, some don't get fed
If you live by the sword you might die by the lead
You get what you get if you thinking with your dick

MCF mean you're thinking with your head
Money comes first, this time I can't dead
You get what you get if you thinking with your dick
MCF mean you're thinking with your head

Warp in the projects watch out for Ted
Hearse get your first, too late, no paramed
Dark Park Hill day, cold and sour
It's only Staten Island that represent the power

God body we stand, unite kid right
With the excellent beam of light, so stand still
Hold your breath the late homicide hill
Before the big gates everything was chill

Shaolin, it's like Hurricane Kim
SU, you better beware we comin' in
Original, yeah it's the kid from back then
To all the pussy niggas that be tryin' to pretend

MCF killa bees son, what you gotta problem?
Deja vu, 45 slug that escalates
Don't perpetrate hip hop is mine
Find something else, words is dealt quarterly

In a orderly fashion, thrashin'
Black mama javelins travellin'
Once again dun try to comprehend
Catch a split end

Feet come first, sometimes not the head
Some nigga's eat, some don't get fed
If you live by the sword you might die by the lead
You get what you get if you thinking with your dick

MCF mean you're thinking with your head
Money comes first, this time I can't dead
You get what you get if you thinking with your dick
MCF mean you're thinking with your head

Im takin' trips downtown havin' the shit go down
Fresh niggas, fresh hats sometimes I carry gats
Low straps baggy slacks one forced the chain
With the six gold caps

I go for dolo, hear my LP style for solo
Han solo with his rap star wars goin' on tours
For the cause whirlwind, record spin walk forward
Explorin' the lime livin' plus thank heads forgivin'

But sue the ones that don't, cappa's goin' gold
Never sold my soul, twenty somethin' years old
Try for the globe one time tastin' the wine
Teeth are dumb, deaf and blind

Have strength to go the whole length
For my two seeds house these
Tooth fairies, February sanctuaries
Child support court days are too short
I'm completin' all my goals

Stay amped up be alert, secure the foundation
Seek more education that money can never worth
Head first, feet first whatever the case
MCF means fuck off kid, you outta place

Feet come first, sometimes not the head
Some nigga's eat, some don't get fed
If you live by the sword, you might die by the lead
You get what you get if you thinking with your dick

MCF mean you're thinking with your head
Money comes first, this time I can't dead
You get what you get if you thinking with your dick
MCF mean you're thinking with your head

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How Many Licks - Lyrics - The Notorious K.I.M. - Lil' Kim

Title: How Many Licks
Album: The Notorious K.I.M.
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Mario Winans, Kimberly Jones, Mark A. Andrews

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Lyric:
Hold up, so what you're saying is, oh
(Niggas got me pissed like Lil' Kim)
You want to get freaky again, aright
A-ooh-ah-ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I've been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces
Ah hell I even fucked with different races
A white dude his name was John
He had a queen bee rules tattoo on his arm, uh

He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom
And he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm
Dan my nigga from down south
Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth

And Tony he was Italian
And he didn't give a fuck that's what I liked about him
He ate my pussy from dark till the morning
And called his girl up and told her we was boning

Puertorican papi, he used to be deacon
But now he be sucking me off on the weekend
And this black dude I called King Kong
He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? 'Cause I've got to know
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

This verse goes out to my niggas in jail
Beating their dicks to the double X L
Magazine, you like how I look in the aqua green? Get your vaseline
Grow some weave with some tissue and close your eyes
And imagine your tongue in between my thighs
Baby open up cell block eight, alright nigga that's enough

Stop, look and listen, get back to your position
Kim got your dick hard start fights in the yard
I'm hotter than a pop tart fresh out of the toaster
Niggas do anything for a Lil' Kim poster
Eses, bloods, crips, all the thugs up north in the hole
They all wanna know

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me yeah

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

If you driving in the street hold on to your seat
Niggas grab your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya
That's me the night rider

Dressed in all black with the gat in the lap
Lunatics in the street gotta keep the heat
Sixty on the bezel, a hundred on the rings
Sitting pretty baby with a cash money bling

12 am I'm on the way to club
After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck
Some niggas even put me on their grocery lists
Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolates

Designer pussy, my shit come in flavors
High-class taste niggas got to spend paper
Lick me right the first time or you gotta do it over
Like it's rehearsal for a tootsie commercial

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the?
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Let me know, let me know

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Yeah
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the?

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the?

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Go Ahead Den - Lyrics - Kardinal Offishall

Title: Go Ahead Den
Artist: Kardinal Offishall
Composer(s): Ahmir Thompson, Rozell Brown, Malik Smart, Jimmy Gray, Jason Harrow, Tarik Collins, Carl Jenkins

Lyric:
Alright, yo, I'm bust
I'ma kill it, I'ma kill it
Here we go, here we go, yo

My flow is like a cock block for your whole label street team
My verse is like a hearse for your marketing scheme
My whole steez, nigga, please, put the mic down
Talk about your represent when you embarrassing your town

Walking around with the Gay Pride parade crown
Silicone raps underneath that pink gown
Posing as a killer when you living as a clown
Entertaining A&R's too deaf to hear the sound

You are a has been rapper, talking 'bout your style's nice
Saying, ?I'm independent now, looking for a new life?
A weak DJ, living off of 80's fame
Guess starring in the basement, living off of Tigga's name

My name's Kardinal, the pearl mic dark figure
Diploma type thoughts mixed up with street niggas
Living underground trying to earn the pop loot
'Cause I won't sell crack and got no aim to shoot

No patience for the weed, not quick enough to thief
Can't pimp, don't like fur coats or gold teeth
But I can rock the hell out of a fat ass beat
I might smile up in your face and then jack your SP

Yo, I'm ill to the 7th degree
T-dot represent, ya hearing me?
(Go ahead den)
Yo, I'm the nicest rapper dapper with flows
You don't know how a fire starter go
(Go ahead den)

Yo, lick two, chart off in the sky
A make way when I'm stepping in the room
(Go ahead den)
Yo, eff rappers, I'm the hardest thing on two feet
Y'all have seen me, ya not seen
(Go ahead den)

Yo, my rhymes are FedEx covered in latex delivered to your Jubby
My charms tribes quest for hot sex, no bust for the next can protect
See when the I drop, the niggas saying, 'what?'
And the skins are saying wet, wet, wet, wet, wet

I'm dripping in 'nuff girls and missing what we trying to say
But talking about a revolution, end up talking about the day
When they can feel a rapper's privates, I'm looking for your mind
But I'm seeing all your titties and a big round behind

Oh, damn girl, you make think 'bout selling out
But oops, your weave just fell out

I am straight from the place that first brought you Vince Carter
The story of Hurricane and imported sugar cane
And snappy pop coming at you three for a dollar
What, Peter loves who? Yo, don't bother to hail it up

In the streets where we meet 'cause you might get beat
And find your head caught between timbos and concrete
And that's real, a lot of ignorant peeps around the way
Ain't trying to bend over to the madness of the day

But do what to do, ayyo, who am I to say?
I just want your records sales anyway
You see me

Someone kill to try and come up
With the things that I say, I'm a bad mother, yo
(Go ahead den)
I'm too fresh like Guess-V in a special way
Special way but everyday
(Go ahead den)

Yo, yo, I'm kick another one
Another one for the mic
Know what I'm saying?

Yo, I'm rolling through my hood system waking up the neighbors
Hell yeah, I know it's wrong but I gotta pump my song
Heavier rotation than Sisqo and Thong Song
I'm the perfect combination of Einstein and Long Dong Silver

Up in one, kick real raps for fun
I'm the black anti-Babylon, rapping shogun
I try not to bus' until I'm sure she cum
If I get a little itch, I check out the whole [Incomprehensible]

My tongue is like an instant check for 7-0's
Write about this, rhyme something about the hoes
Anyways I try to uplift but not too serious yet
Because too much to say makes the Negro's a threat

So we talk about sex and promote the drug game
Even though we know it's wrong, we just trying to make a name
Cha, I'm trying to get my Moms out the ghetto
And you would too if you could flow, stupid

I'm ill to the 7th degree
T-dot represent, ya hearing me
(Go ahead den)
Yo, I'm the nicest rapper dapper with flows
You don't know how a fire starter go
(Go ahead den)

Yo, lick two, chart off in the sky
A make way when I'm stepping in the room
(Go ahead den)
Yo eff rappers, I'm the hardest thing on two feet
Y'all have seen me? Ya not seen
(Go ahead den)

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How Many Licks (Remix) - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: How Many Licks (Remix)
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Mario Winans, Kimberly Jones, Mark A. Andrews

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Lyric:
Hold up, so what you're saying is, oh
(Niggas got me pissed like Lil' Kim)
You want to get freaky again, aright
A-ooh-ah-ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I've been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces
Ah hell I even fucked with different races
A white dude his name was John
He had a queen bee rules tattoo on his arm, uh

He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom
And he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm
Dan my nigga from down south
Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth

And Tony he was Italian
And he didn't give a fuck that's what I liked about him
He ate my pussy from dark till the morning
And called his girl up and told her we was boning

Puertorican papi, he used to be deacon
But now he be sucking me off on the weekend
And this black dude I called King Kong
He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? 'Cause I've got to know
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

This verse goes out to my niggas in jail
Beating their dicks to the double X L
Magazine, you like how I look in the aqua green? Get your vaseline
Grow some weave with some tissue and close your eyes
And imagine your tongue in between my thighs
Baby open up cell block eight, alright nigga that's enough

Stop, look and listen, get back to your position
Kim got your dick hard start fights in the yard
I'm hotter than a pop tart fresh out of the toaster
Niggas do anything for a Lil' Kim poster
Eses, bloods, crips, all the thugs up north in the hole
They all wanna know

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me yeah

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

If you driving in the street hold on to your seat
Niggas grab your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya
That's me the night rider

Dressed in all black with the gat in the lap
Lunatics in the street gotta keep the heat
Sixty on the bezel, a hundred on the rings
Sitting pretty baby with a cash money bling

12 am I'm on the way to club
After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck
Some niggas even put me on their grocery lists
Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolates

Designer pussy, my shit come in flavors
High-class taste niggas got to spend paper
Lick me right the first time or you gotta do it over
Like it's rehearsal for a tootsie commercial

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the?
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Let me know, let me know

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Yeah
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the?

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the?

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How Many Licks [Neptunes Remix} - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: How Many Licks [Neptunes Remix}
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Mario Winans, Kimberly Jones, Mark A. Andrews

Lyric:
Hold up, so what you're saying is, oh
(Niggas got me pissed like Lil' Kim)
You want to get freaky again, aright
A-ooh-ah-ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I've been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces
Ah hell I even fucked with different races
A white dude his name was John
He had a queen bee rules tattoo on his arm, uh

He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom
And he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm
Dan my nigga from down south
Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth

And Tony he was Italian
And he didn't give a fuck that's what I liked about him
He ate my pussy from dark till the morning
And called his girl up and told her we was boning

Puertorican papi, he used to be deacon
But now he be sucking me off on the weekend
And this black dude I called King Kong
He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? 'Cause I've got to know
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

This verse goes out to my niggas in jail
Beating their dicks to the double X L
Magazine, you like how I look in the aqua green? Get your vaseline
Grow some weave with some tissue and close your eyes
And imagine your tongue in between my thighs
Baby open up cell block eight, alright nigga that's enough

Stop, look and listen, get back to your position
Kim got your dick hard start fights in the yard
I'm hotter than a pop tart fresh out of the toaster
Niggas do anything for a Lil' Kim poster
Eses, bloods, crips, all the thugs up north in the hole
They all wanna know

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me yeah

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

If you driving in the street hold on to your seat
Niggas grab your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya
That's me the night rider

Dressed in all black with the gat in the lap
Lunatics in the street gotta keep the heat
Sixty on the bezel, a hundred on the rings
Sitting pretty baby with a cash money bling

12 am I'm on the way to club
After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck
Some niggas even put me on their grocery lists
Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolates

Designer pussy, my shit come in flavors
High-class taste niggas got to spend paper
Lick me right the first time or you gotta do it over
Like it's rehearsal for a tootsie commercial

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the?
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Let me know, let me know

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Yeah
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the?

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the?

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Knowhere - Lyrics - A New Day At Midnight - David Gray

Title: Knowhere
Album: A New Day At Midnight
Artist: David Gray
Composer(s): David Gray, Robert Malone

Lyric:
Slow voices speakin' through a hurricane
Said that I wanted but I lied
You're looking good, hey man, I can't complain
Ghost on the road at night

Seen him out walking he's just skin and bones
I don't see nothin' in her eyes
Some call it Hell, felt like a home from home
I'm dreaming different skies

I don't know where I, I don't know what I
Supposed to do now, get it on all night
I don't know where I, I don't know what I
It seemed to me boy that you're doing all right
I don't know where I, I don't know what I
Long way to go now, keep it all inside

36 hours but my mind is fresh
Live for the moment then I'm gone
Suck on that sympathy and feel the rush
Go on my blue eyed son

I don't know where I, I don't know what I
Supposed to do now, get it on all night
I don't know where I, I don't know what I
It seemed to me boy that you're doing all right
I don't know where I, I tell you would I
Long way to go now, keep it all inside

I don't know where I, I don't know what I
Supposed to do now, get it on all night
I don't know where I, I don't know what I
It seemed to me boy that you're doing all right
Don't know where I, don't know what I
Long way to go now, keep it all inside

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Sure Shot - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: Sure Shot
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Michael Diamond, Jeremy Steig, Adam Horovitz, Wendell T. Fite, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Mario Caldato Jr.

Lyric:
'Cause you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Oh, 'cause you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Oh, but you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Mike D, come and rock the sure shot

I've got the brand new doo-doo guaranteed
Like yoo hoo, I'm on like Dr. John, yeah Mr. Zu Zu
I'm a newly wed, and not a divorcee
And everything I do is funky like Lee Dorsey

Well, it's the taking of the Pelham, one, two, three
If you want a doo-doo rhyme then come see me
I've got the savior faire with the unique rhyme and
I keep it on and on, it's never quitting time and

Strictly hand held is the style I go
Never rock the mic with the panty hose
I strap on my ear goggles and I'm ready to go
'Cause at the boards is the man they call The Mario

Pull up at the function and you know I kojak
To all the party people that are on my bozak
I've got more action than my man John Woo
And I've got mad hits like I was Rod Crew

Because you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Because you can't, you won't and you don't stop
You know, you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Ad rock come and rock the sure shot
(Hurri-hurricane will cross fade on your ass)

And bust your ear drums
So listen everybody 'cause I'm shifting gears
I'm fresh like dougie when I set my specs
And on the microphone I come correct

Timing like a clock when I rock the hip hop
The top notch is my stock on the soap box
I've got more rhymes than I've got gray hairs
And that's a lot because I've got my share

I've got a hole in my head and there's no one to fix it
Got to straighten my thoughts, I'm thinking too much sick shit
Everyone just takes and takes, takes, takes, takes
I've got to step back, I've got to contemplate

Well, I'm like Lee Perry, I'm very
On rock the microphone and then I'm gone
I'm like Vaughn Bode, I'm a cheech wizard
Never quitting, so won't you listen?

Oh yes, indeed, it's fun time

Because you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Because you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Oh, but you can't, you won't and you don't stop
MCA come and rock the sure shot

I want to say a little something that's long overdue
The disrespect to women has got to be do
To all the mothers and sisters and the wives and friends
I want to offer my love and respect to the end

Well you say I'm twenty something and I should be slacking
But I'm working harder than ever, and you could call it macking
So I'm supposed to sit upon the couch and watching my TV
Still listening to wax, I?m not using the CD

I?m that kid in the corner
All fucked up and I wanna so I?m gonna
Take a piece of the pie, why not, I?m not quitting
Think I?ma change up my style just to fit in

I keep my underwear up with a piece of elastic
I use a bullshit mic that?s made out of plastic
To send my rhymes out to all nations
Like Ma Bell, I?ve got the ill communications

Because you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Because you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Oh, but you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Torn in the rock and the sure shot

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Hollywood Divorce - Lyrics - Outkast

Title: Hollywood Divorce
Artist: Outkast
Composer(s): Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Calvin Broadus, Dwayne Carter

Lyric:
Starts off like a small-town marriage
Lovely wife and life, baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars, success of course
But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce

And I'm a star

Yeah, and I don't have to go to Hollywood
?Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood wit cameras on
I really think they stealin' from us like a sampled song
I really wish one day we'd take it back like hammers home

The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home
And all I got in return was a durn country song
This whole country wrong, oh but you right
If you just put a little ice on and cut ya mic on

But you don't even write songs
But Hollywood make you spit like a python, I meant cobra
I'm so not sober, I'm high like a Hollywood
Coffee or soda, you can call me a roller

Hold up, your grill's glistenin'
Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different
What's the real sense of it? uh, bling bling I know
And did you know I'm the creator of the term
?I just straightened the perm??

They let it sit too long, they just makin' it burn
Make a movie of our lifestyle but they urn
Like a dead body burned on the mantelpiece
That's why I try not to lie on wax like it's candle grease

And I be's the little nigga, cooler than antifreeze
Defrost on your window pane, Lil' Wayne
But in Hollywood it's "Little" Wayne
It don't make me numb, so that's why I got a prenumb
I do

Starts off like a small-town marriage
Lovely wife and life, baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars, success of course
But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce

A is for Adamsville, B is for Bowen Home
C if I give a fuck, if you like me you know I don't
If she ain't got a good head on her leave that ho alone
If she do got some good head on her let her sing a song

D is for what I serve, I don't be on no curb
She ain't no junkie neither, I ain't no dope dealer
But she keep comin' back, three stacks must be some crack
Put that pipe in her lap, she ain't know how to act

Now that I've got your undivided attention
I'm gonna say this and run, under condition one
Promise me you gon' stack, promise me you gon' ball
Promise me you'll invest three-fourth of it all

For what? So your kid's kid's kids can have some cheese
Can't get wit it? Git git, git git, git on your knees
?Cause wealth is the word, riches 'round the corner from the curb
Don't like what I write, shoot me a bird

Tenth grade, the way was paved for me and Dre to create
Like Dr. Frankenstein of arts and crafts
Now could we make a-a-a difference?
Antwan Patton and André Benjamin
Been jammin' for you cabin rap niggas and journalists

That's quick to misprint public and private business
Then retract back for deaf ears and think it's dismissed
Part 2 - The Sequel, all new cast just ain't the same gang
Of nerds on the internet slandering your name

Behind that screen name they're lame and their life is pretty plain
M&s with no nuts won't show up face to face
Straight bitch-made like puppies on the nipples of a mutt
Address it on a case-by-case basis like the judge

What about these lyin' ass hoes tryna plot
Or these niggas on the block who want the queen? Nigga please
But even she can walk we'll miss her we ain't gon' fake it
But God don't make mistakes, must be something bigger waiting

Starts off like a small-town marriage
Lovely wife and life, baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars, success of course
But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce

I do love you but you hate me at the same time
Lights, camera, action, it's game time
Do you take this here as your lovely wife
To love her and cherish her for all your life?

I solemnly swear to dare share and take you there
And me and you together baby we a lucky pair
It's been a long time, we walk a thin line
Others say they got you, but you been mine

As I sit back and watch all the cat fights
Domestic violence, is that right?
But you love the Dogg, gave me the spotlight
And now I'm goin' up, showin' up, blowin' up

I never ever thought that we would separate at all
But you played me, like a game of football
Used to feed me, need me, dress me
Now it's so messy, straight cut out and left me

Hollywood divorce
All the fresh styles always start off as a good lil' hood thang
Look at Blues, Rock, Jazz, Rap
Not even talkin' about music, everything else too
By the time it reach Hollywood it's over
But it's cool, we just keep it goin', make new shit

Take our game, take our name
Give us a little fame and then they kick us to the curb
That's a cold thang

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Orange County Girl - Lyrics - The Sweet Escape - Gwen Stefani

Title: Orange County Girl
Album: The Sweet Escape
Artist: Gwen Stefani
Composer(s): Gwen Stefani, Pharrell L Williams

Lyric:
Don?t know what I?m doin? back in the studio
Gettin? greedy ?cause he said he had another sick flow
So I had to holla back, guess I didn?t get enough
Still feel the Wonderland, Alice and the tick tock

If you gimme a clap, I?m gonna give an encore
Don?t want it to end, I wanna skank some more
I?m trippin? on the best dream that I never had
I guess behind the Orange Curtain it?s not so bad

From the West Side, Anaheim, a small world after all
Hangin? at the hotel, sellin? make-up at the mall
Makin? out to Purple Rain, just like everybody else
Dame un beso, no stop, I?m tryin? to save myself

Ordinary common girl way
Back in the 7-1-4 days
Tryin? to figure out what I wanna be
Hangin? in the garage, me and ND

I?m just an Orange County girl
Livin? in an extraordinary world
I?m just an Orange County girl
Livin? in an extraordinary world

(Sing!)
La l-l-la la la la la
(And my girls sing)
La l-l-la la la la la la
(And my guys sing)
La l-l-la la la la la
(And my girls sing)
La l-l-la la la la la

A lot of things have changed but I?m mostly the same
These are a few of my favorite things
Still rollin' ?cause the sound of music
And nothing better than a great big huge hit

You know I?d pay you just to let me write, dance and sing
I know I?m livin? the E-Ticket dream
For a girl from OC it?s almost unheard of
So I wanna thank you all so much for the love
(Especially my girlfriends)

Flew down to meet P, make a hurricane in Miami
Workin? with him, gonna get myself another Grammy
I got the L.A.M.B. and he?s rockin? the Ice Cream
Blend it together, something fresh and kinda in between

Writin? down my feelin?s is somethin' that I love
So I don?t really give a ****
Music don?t come in no color
It?s time to move on, hit you with the chorus

I?m just an Orange County girl
Livin? in an extraordinary world
I?m just an Orange County girl
Livin? in an extraordinary world

(Sing!)
La l-l-la la la la la
(And my girls sing)
La l-l-la la la la la la
(And my guys sing)
La l-l-la la la la la
(And my girls sing)
La l-l-la la la la la

And the dream goes on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
And the dream goes on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on

And the dream goes on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
And the dream goes on and on and on and on
On and on and, and the dream goes

I?m just an Orange County girl
Livin? in an extraordinary world
I?m just an Orange County girl
Livin? in an extraordinary world

(Sing!)
La l-l-la la la la la
(And my girls sing)
La l-l-la la la la la la
(And my guys sing)
La l-l-la la la la la
(And my girls sing)
La l-l-la la la la la

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