No Way Jose - Lyrics - Super Saucy - Baby Bash

Title: No Way Jose
Album: Super Saucy
Artist: Baby Bash
Composer(s): Mike Leander, Ron Bryant, Eddie Seago, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Say I ain't got time, ain't got time

Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Said, "I ain't got time"
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Man, I ain't got time
Got no time to stop and speak to friends, passin' by
Pass me by
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Pass me by)

'Cuz I gotta be on my way, on my way
I ain't got time to play, time to play
I can't go broke another day, broke another day
No way Jose, no way Jose 'cuz I ain't got time

My lifestyle so cold, holla' for the gold
Some say I'm too drunk, some say I'm too blowed
And rollin' wit' kilos and stackin' them C-Notes
Watchin' my cheese grow and blowin' on trees, dawg
And I really can't help it I'm a gifted at timin'
Gorilla grindin' no time for groupies or freestylin'
Want it green as a gecko, I'm respectful to some of ya'll
But some of ya'll be frontin', I don't owe shit to none of ya'll

I got bills to comprehend, popo's be poppin' in
Waitin' and watchin' when, they can take my block in
Comin' in in all the traffic supplyin' they bad habits
The game is gettin' graphic but man I gots to have it
Some love a drug addict but it ain't no excuse
I got these money mackin' skills I'ma put 'em to use
And I ain't doin' too much, ya'll just ain't doin' enough
And I refuse to let a so called ruin my stuff

Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Said, "I ain't got time"
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Man, I ain't got time
Got no time to stop and speak to friends
Passin' by, pass me by
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Pass me by)

'Cuz I gotta be on my way, on my way
I ain't got time to play, time to play
I can't go broke another day, broke another day
No way Jose, no way Jose 'cuz I ain't got time

I'm movin', ain't got nothin' to say
'Cuz 24 hours ain't enough time in a day
So time doesn't exist and I'm watchin' my wrist
If a peck on the cheek means death watch for the kiss
Stay calm under pressure by any means or measure
Remember one's trash is another man's treasure
Business befo' pleasure I'm disciplined and I'm focused
Why you rap cats battle to see who dopest?

I'm in the trenches face down in the game, bruh
And can't nobody know my real name, bruh
Livin' in the season they killin' fo' no reason
And if I make it past 30 then I'm over achievin'
Believin' in the truth, believin' in the way
The light that I follow might bring me a brighter day
In the truth, in the way
The light that I follow might bring me a brighter day

Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Said, "I ain't got time"
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Man, I ain't got time
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Pass me by
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Pass me by)

'Cuz I gotta be on my way, on my way
I ain't got time to play, time to play
I can't go broke another day, broke another day
No way Jose, no way Jose 'cuz I ain't got time

'Cuz I gotta be on my way, on my way
I ain't got time to play, time to play
I can't go broke another day, broke another day
No way Jose, no way Jose, 'cuz I ain't got time

One day, I'ma get it together
One day, I'ma get it together
'Cuz I'ma get it together
One day, I'ma get it together
One day, I'ma get it together
Oh, I'ma get it together

One day, I'ma get it together
One day, I'ma get it together
Yeah, I'ma get it together
One day, I'ma get it together
I'ma get it together
One day, I'ma get it together

Say, I'ma get it together
Gotta get it together, gotta get it together
I've been grindin' forever
It's time that I get it together, get it together, yeah
Get it together, get it together
Said, I'll get it together

Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Said, "I ain't got time"
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Man, I ain't got time
Got no time to stop and speak to friends, passin' by
Pass me by
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Pass me by)

'Cuz I gotta be on my way, on my way
I ain't got time to play, time to play
I can't go broke another day, broke another day
No way Jose, no way Jose

'Cuz I gotta be on my way, on my way
I ain't got time to play, time to play
I can't go broke another day, broke another day
No way Jose, no way Jose

'Cuz I ain't got time

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Krazy - Lyrics - Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory - 2pac

Title: Krazy
Album: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Darryl Harper, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Jamarr Antonio Stamps

Lyric:
Roll me a cigarette dog
They got me feelin' crazier than a motha fucka
I got bad ass in this motha fucka

Puffin' on lye, hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh, yeah, it feels krazy

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy

Last year was hard, but life goes on
Hold my head against the wall
Learn the right from wrong

They say my ghetto instrumental, detrimental to kids
As if they can't see the misery in which they live
Lately, for the outcome, damn I'm reckless
Check it, you don't have to bump this but please respect it

I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us
Turned into a plus, now they stuck livin' blinded
Hennessey got me feelin' bad, time to stop drinkin'
Rollin' in my drop top Jag, what's that cops thinkin'?

Sittin' in my car watch the stars and smoke
I came along way but still I got so far to go
Dear mama, don't worry, I'm a watch for snakes
They'll set you that a lover but it's hard today

I got the letter that she sent me
And I cried for weeks
This one came out when I tried to speak
All I heard was

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy

One, two, three, four
I see bloods and crips runnin' up the hill.
Lookin' for a better way
My brothas and sistas, it's time to bail
'Cuz even thug niggas pray

Hopin' God hear me
I entered the game, look how much I change
I'm no longer innocent, casualties of fame
Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places
And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face

When I gave her the keys to her own house
This your land, your only son done became a man
Watchin' time fly, I love my people do or die
But I wonder why we scared to let each other fly

June 1 6 7 1
The day mama pushed me out her womb, told me "Nigga get paid"
No one can understand me, the black sheep.
Outcasted from my family
Now packin' heat, I run the streets a young runaway
Live for the day when ya die I could hear ya say

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy

God, help me out here, 'cuz I'm possessed
I need the root of all evil for my stress
'Cuz now it's like a strong prescription drug
It's got me addicted to the pleasure and the pain it's inflicted

Something about the paper wit' the pictures of the presidents head
Damn it's like a motha fuckin' plague, it spreads, it's epidemic
Forgotten, forgotten it got worse
I keep my head on straight, makin' money 'cuz it's cursed

Makin' money makes a difference day by day
So I gotta stay paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin' to live
No matter how hard you try, it's in death, you gotta die

Bottom line, peers didn't make it to the years to come
Dear life doin' right or dear life leavin' dumb
Who has the answers? I wonder, I turn to my elders
They aged and experienced but they can't even tell ya

Or tell me there'll be light at the end of the road
'Cuz they don't even know
A million thangs run through my mind
You ain't gotta be in jail or be doin' time

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy

Feelin' fucked up in this bitch
Smoke half a ounce to the head
Drop the top, Indo. Hawaiian, Lansbread, Buddha
All that shit, I'm fucked up in this motha fucka

And Hennessey don't help and Hennessey don't help
Thug passion in this motha fucka
Makaveli the don puttin' it down to the fullest
Maximum overload, thee day theory

Killuminati to your body with the impact of a 12 gauge shoty
Doublized slugs, no love, straight thugs
One time for my niggas in the jail cell
One time for my niggas doin' life in hell
One time for my niggas in the jail cell
One time for my niggas doin' life in hell

One time for my niggas on Death Row
For my niggas on Death Row
One time for my niggas livin' broke
One time for my niggas livin' broke

One time for my niggas in the jail cell
Wonder if it get me high, yeah

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The Game Belongs To Me - Lyrics - Underground Kingz

Title: The Game Belongs To Me
Artist: Underground Kingz
Composer(s): Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Avery Harris, Wesley Harris, Joseph Johnson

Lyric:
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
They call me Mick Jagger 'cause I 'Roll a lot of stones'
It's a whole lot of clones but only one Sweet Jones
Turnin' whores to carnivores, they just can't leave my meat alone

It's been a long time since I busted on a glock
But every corner that I hit, I left it screwed up and chopped
Marooned up and dropped, like my Biarritz on top
Let the motherfucker bleed until it drip and let it drop

I'm still that young boy that had a pocket full of stones
But now I'm sick and simply rich, grippin' wood and flippin' chrome
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush on
Lay down the competition, take their cash crops and get my push on
Moved up to Bentley with more chrome from a Lexus key
All because we cornered the market on that Texas tee

And we don't bar no plexes, we way bigger than other men though
The diamond deuces on tinted windows, we in the wind yo
We 'Chevro way' the wind blow, that's the corner we been Joe
Don't know where you been bro, but it's no quiz to me, you win though

When it's ten fo', good, but in my Styrofoam good and muddy
We block bleeders , leavin' your neighborhoods good and bloody
We grippin' that woodler, bud it, sit back and scope it
Pay attention to Prince and pushin' everything about to pump it

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

Uh, I done smashed up my flyin' spurt, it wasn't shit
I just parked it in the grass and brought some brand new shit
A Phantom Rolls Royce, 24's with the bump
I ain't trippin' about the seat, I got them woofers in my trunk

Cut in my swisher, codeine on my whiskers
Fuckin' with that Smoke D, Bundy and that Vicious
UGK Records, it's an institution
Know a lot of niggaz livin' off of prostitution

Pimpin' ain't dead, it just moved to the web
Bitch ain't gotta hit the track, ain't gotta give no tricks no head
Ain't got to give no tricks, no pussy, just cameras and screams
Easiest money you can get, it's the American Dream bitch

Man I'm a middle finger figure, a million dollar mission
Poppin' like Orville Redenbacher, with a whippin' in the kitchen
Yayo like Dontrelle Willis, we the trillest on the mound
I'm holdin' that whole South down, I know you feel us

We the realest walkin' the planet
Can't stand it, pass away, wanna fight us
Start to swingin', wanna kill us, blast away, wanna stab us
Get to stickin but make sure you cut us deep
'Cause I betcha we comin' back a couple hundred brothers deep

Pimp and Bun, we run the streets, which streets? Man, pick your hood
Don't matter, we represented, cross us? We gon' get you good
Them Down South veterans, ain't nobody better than
Gonna tell your next of kin or your brethren, let us in cousin

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

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The Game Belongs To Me - Lyrics - Stop N Go - Ugk

Title: The Game Belongs To Me
Album: Stop N Go
Artist: Ugk
Composer(s): Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Avery Harris, Wesley Harris, Joseph Johnson

Lyric:
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
They call me Mick Jagger 'cause I 'Roll a lot of stones'
It's a whole lot of clones but only one Sweet Jones
Turnin' whores to carnivores, they just can't leave my meat alone

It's been a long time since I busted on a glock
But every corner that I hit, I left it screwed up and chopped
Marooned up and dropped, like my Biarritz on top
Let the motherfucker bleed until it drip and let it drop

I'm still that young boy that had a pocket full of stones
But now I'm sick and simply rich, grippin' wood and flippin' chrome
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush on
Lay down the competition, take their cash crops and get my push on
Moved up to Bentley with more chrome from a Lexus key
All because we cornered the market on that Texas tee

And we don't bar no plexes, we way bigger than other men though
The diamond deuces on tinted windows, we in the wind yo
We 'Chevro way' the wind blow, that's the corner we been Joe
Don't know where you been bro, but it's no quiz to me, you win though

When it's ten fo', good, but in my Styrofoam good and muddy
We block bleeders , leavin' your neighborhoods good and bloody
We grippin' that woodler, bud it, sit back and scope it
Pay attention to Prince and pushin' everything about to pump it

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

Uh, I done smashed up my flyin' spurt, it wasn't shit
I just parked it in the grass and brought some brand new shit
A Phantom Rolls Royce, 24's with the bump
I ain't trippin' about the seat, I got them woofers in my trunk

Cut in my swisher, codeine on my whiskers
Fuckin' with that Smoke D, Bundy and that Vicious
UGK Records, it's an institution
Know a lot of niggaz livin' off of prostitution

Pimpin' ain't dead, it just moved to the web
Bitch ain't gotta hit the track, ain't gotta give no tricks no head
Ain't got to give no tricks, no pussy, just cameras and screams
Easiest money you can get, it's the American Dream bitch

Man I'm a middle finger figure, a million dollar mission
Poppin' like Orville Redenbacher, with a whippin' in the kitchen
Yayo like Dontrelle Willis, we the trillest on the mound
I'm holdin' that whole South down, I know you feel us

We the realest walkin' the planet
Can't stand it, pass away, wanna fight us
Start to swingin', wanna kill us, blast away, wanna stab us
Get to stickin but make sure you cut us deep
'Cause I betcha we comin' back a couple hundred brothers deep

Pimp and Bun, we run the streets, which streets? Man, pick your hood
Don't matter, we represented, cross us? We gon' get you good
Them Down South veterans, ain't nobody better than
Gonna tell your next of kin or your brethren, let us in cousin

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

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All A'S - Lyrics - Goodie Mob

Title: All A'S
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): C Gipp, D Sheats, T Burton, W Knighton, J Willimas, R Barnett

Lyric:
I got to feed the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke always
Passin' by these haters like we got all A's

I got to feed the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke always
Passin' by these haters like we got all A's

Say, say, say, say Crack, what's the word on the street?
Nuttin' but hard times, workin' this concrete
I'm gettin' dirty, looks from niggaz on the next street over
They was in my filthy, fiendin' gettin' closer

I'm in my seventy-nine, flyin'
Mobbed out so they can't see me when I'm ridin'
They slow me down, holla like we buddy buddy
But at the same time I know these motherfuckers wanna mug me

Okay gun play at the one-way one day witcha
But I'll do years if I bust these niggaz
Keep point four-five calibers of chrome
I'm, comin' forth to carry you home

I got to feed the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke always
Passin' by these haters like we got all A's

I got to feed the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke always
Passin' by these haters like we got all A's

Yo, well you damn right, dig it they call me Sugar Delight
Uh-ohh hoe, Willie cuttin' virgin broads tonight
Blowin' like a boss, that champion chief in cost
And oh, my dual exhaust will make your shit get lost

There's somethin' 'bout these guns that give these hoes asthma attacks
These are actual facts, I ain't been in no actual car-jacks
But let me tell you this, I'll burn a nigga ass up to a crisp
Ridin' with these two glocks, we gon' bounce on off on the new shocks

My nigga don't hate me 'cause I ain't hated but we related
No one includin' me, should be underestimated
But don't you dare ride through the SWATS without at least 30 shots
'Cause I'm tellin' ya, these Southern boys gon' get all they got

I got to feed the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke always
Passin' by these haters like we got all A's

I got to feed the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke always
Passin' by these haters like we got all A's

Pop it in, get to work, brains blow, [unverified]
Off the block before your carcass drop
Can't share nothin' with the niggeroles, stealin' socks
Out your cornbread dream too, if you got those, leavin' deaf hoes

Brown on the outside, pink in the middle
Ain't barrin' none hundred round draw
Nothin' under seventy-five and I get slick [unverified]
Takin' no prisoners cuffed, they die fightin' for they freedom

Every time son, rhymes too pretty'll get your mascara smeared
When they did, my buddy Spanky'll bust out in tears
The world would be a better place to live, if it was less queers
I still see, punk ass bitches, bitches

I got to feed the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke always
Passin' by these haters like we got all A's

I got to feed the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke always
Passin' by these haters like we got all A's

Get up off and give me room, activate, motivate
Y'all from the section where the straight shit, straight up off the top
Block for block, yo we got the [unverified], wait for days
Gone up off the Purple Haze, when you see me call me Mr. Gipp

Shoot 'em from the hip, every time I'm in my 84 Sedan Deville
Block me off and watch me peel, Big Boi grill ridin' through the park
On the weekend ain't no stoppin', keep it dippin', that's how we trippin'
Lookin' mean, you too clean behind the glass

Watch yo' ass, keep yo' elbows out the windows
And my hands upon the wood wheel, money in my socks
Lookin' out for the cops and for the haters got a fifty shot
Whatever you wanna call it, nigga what? What?

I got to feed the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke always
Passin' by these haters like we got all A's

I got to feed the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke always
Passin' by these haters like we got all A's

Now watch 'em slide like some finger lickin' chicken 'bout to start clickin'
Hoe better know who the true G's are, I'm the star, brand new car
Dope ki lyrical cascade height, SWATS type, mic soldier
Blowin' composer, chief of that Doja, told ya when I was older

I wanted to live the good life, money over that bull, got that pull
Stomach full, posse thick, niggaz wish at a young age
Goodie Mo.B., doin' they thang, I pray for change
And my players in this game, it's insane, how this 'caine

Is bringin' 'em pain, young'un doin' time, dyin' by this grind
ATL, fine this just how it's goin' down
And the sound, watch your mouth in this motherfuckin' Dirty South
Nigga check it out, dirty SWATS got spots

I got to feed the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke always
Passin' by these haters like we got all A's

I got to feed the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin' ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke always
Passin' by these haters like we got all A's

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Lessons - Lyrics - Primer 55

Title: Lessons
Artist: Primer 55
Composer(s): Bobby Burns, Jason Lutrell

Lyric:
Learn shit the hard way, takin' the wrong way
Always believing the lies they tell
And I've learned my lessons well

Always the wrong place, always the wrong time
Always end up with my pride on the shelf
I always fuck myself

Sorry, I'm anti-social
But people make me sick
Give me just one good reason
I should put up with this

Every time I turn my back
I've got a knife in it, I've got a knife in it
Every time I turn my back
I've got a knife in it, I've got a knife in it

Never believing, you were deceiving
Telling me shit that I wanted to hear
And now I don't trust myself

I gave you money, I gave you shelter
I gave you everything I had
Everything I had

Sorry, I'm anti-social
But people make me sick
Give me just one good reason
I should put up with this

Every time I turn my back
I've got a knife in it, I've got a knife in it
Every time I turn my back
I've got a knife in it, I've got a knife in it

I should have learned this by now
(Waiting, waiting and I'm left here waiting, I gotta let it go)
I should have known you by now
(Waiting, waiting and I'm still here waiting, waiting for you to go)
I should have learned this by now
(Waiting, waiting and I'm left here waiting, I gotta let it go)
I should have known you by now

Sorry, I'm anti-social
But people make me sick
Give me just one good reason
I should put up with this

Every time I turn my back
I've got a knife in it, I've got a knife in it
Every time I turn my back
I've got a knife in it, I've got a knife in it

Sorry, I'm anti-social
But people make me sick
Give me just one good reason
I should put up with this

Every time I turn my back
I've got a knife in it, I've got a knife in it
Every time I turn my back
I've got a knife in it, I've got a knife in it

Sorry, I'm anti-social
[Incomprehensible]
Sorry, I'm anti-social
[Incomprehensible]
Sorry, I'm anti-social
[Incomprehensible]
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Dance In My Pants - Lyrics - Jim Steinman

Title: Dance In My Pants
Artist: Jim Steinman
Composer(s): Jim Steinman

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Lyric:
Hey, listen now it's coming so close
I'll let the rhythm surround me
I'm getting itchy and I'm ready to move
I'm mighty glad that you found me

There's a drummer going at it
Way down in the core of my soul
There's no escaping the music
And I'm psyching up my feet
And they're telling me we're ready to roll

There are times when I can fight it
But now's the time I want to give in
Sooner or later, we'll get around to the love
But now's the time to shake it, oh baby, let the party begin
Baby, let the party begin

When I woke up this morning and I looked out my window
I could see the sky was cloudy and gray
There was a chill in the air and a pain in my heart
And the thunder it was coming my way

Oh, it was looking really bad and I was so alone
And there wasn't any place to go
But now I'm out of the blue, I know what I got to do
And something in me's starting to grow
I can feel it in me starting to grow, grow, grow, grow, grow now!

I got dance in my pants
Every time I feel the power in a radio wave
I turn it up all the way
I got dance in my pants
Every time I see the glory of a good looking face
Well, I just got to say

Hey now, don't you worry baby, everything'll be fine
We got nothing but the best and we got nothing but time
And there'll always be a time when they'll be waiting in line
To be dancing, dancing

You don't say nothing all week
You're getting ready for dancing, dancing
And now your body really knows how to speak
You're getting ready for dancing, dancing

You don't say nothing all week
You're getting ready for dancing, dancing
Now your body really knows how to speak
You're getting ready, come on, take a chance

You got a whole lotta style and a load of romance
And me, me, me, I got dance in my pants
I got dance in my pants, I got dance in my pants

I'm a lover not a dancer, I'm a lover not a dancer
Don't want to be on my feet when I can be on my back
Don't want to be on the floor when I can be in the sack

I'm a lover not a dancer, I'm a lover not a dancer
I'm just a little bit tired if you know what I mean
Don't want to be in a crowd when I can be in a dream
I'm a lover not a dancer, baby, baby, let me prove it to you
Baby, let me prove it to you

Well, we can rock it really hard or we can roll it really slow
We can lift it really high or we can dip it really low
We can hold it in tight or we can let it all out
Or we can work up a sweat and really stomp it and shout

Let me pull you so close and then we'll break away fast
We'll be the best on the floor we got the cool and the flash
We'll make a dangerous turn but we'll come out of it fine
I know the best of the moves we'll get them right every time

I'm a lover not a dancer, I'm a lover not a dancer
Don't want to be on my feet when I can be on my back
Don't want to be on the floor when I can be in the sack

I'm a lover not a dancer, I'm a lover not a dancer
I'm just a little bit tired if you know what I mean
Don't want to be in a crowd when I can be in a dream
I'm a lover not a dancer, baby, baby, let me prove it to you
Baby, let me prove it to you

I don't care what you say
Ain't nothing gonna to get me out on that floor
Oh baby, you know there may be some moves
That you haven't even seen yet
No way Jose
Well, I got a new step for you
Made it up all by myself
I bet you never tried this before

Oh jeez!
Come on!
Oh jeez!
Come on!
Oh jeez!

Now that you know how it's done
It's only a matter of practice
Well, I could sure use some of that practice
Ha ha ha, now that you know how it's done
It's only a matter of practice
Grow, grow, grow, grow, grow, grow, grow

I got dance in my pants
Every time I feel the power in a radio wave
I turn it up all the way
I got dance in my pants
Every time I see the glory of a good looking face
Well, I just got to say

Hey now, don't you worry, baby, everything'll be fine
We got nothing but the best and we got nothing but time
And there'll always be a time when they'll be waiting in line
To be dancing, dancing

You don't say nothing all week
You're getting ready for dancing, dancing
And now your body really knows how to speak
You're getting ready for dancing, dancing

You don't say nothing all week
You're getting ready for dancing, dancing
Now your body really knows how to speak
You're getting ready, come on, take a chance
You got a whole lotta style and a load of romance
And me, me, me, I got dance in my pants

I'll crank it up all the way, they'll never get me to stop
I gotta stay in motion 'til the moment that I finally drop
When they decide that I'm gone
I know they're gonna try to put me to rest
But I won't be afraid because I know, I know there's dance after death

I know there's dance after death
And I don't ever wanna be rescued
And I don't ever wanna be saved
I got a feeling that I'm gonna be alive forever
Dancing on the edge of a grave
Dancing on the edge of a grave

And I don't ever wanna be rescued
And I don't ever wanna be saved
I got a feeling that I'm gonna be alive forever
Dancing on the edge of a grave
Dancing on the edge of a, dancing on the edge of a
Dancing on the edge of a grave

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Nothin' To Lose - Lyrics - Josh Gracin

Title: Nothin' To Lose
Artist: Josh Gracin
Composer(s): Marcel Francois Chagnon, Kevin Stuart Jam Savigar

Lyric:
It was noon time, down time, break time, summer time
Miller time, anytime, she was lookin' pretty fine
A red light, green light, go all fired upside downtown
She was shakin' me all 'round
I was tuned in, goin' nowhere, second wind
Jonesin', droolin', feelin' good, if you would

Oh yeah, by the way she moves
She's got me rollin' in dirt in a white t-shirt
Breaker breaker one to nine she's a big ol' flirt
By now she's got me pretty tied up
Tied down, anyway I choose
I've got nothin' to lose

In like Flynn I was lookin' for the win
Just tryin' anything, hey baby where you've been?
All my life I've been lookin' for someone like you
Fallin' head over heels, hey what can I do?

Oh yeah, by the way she moves
She's got me rollin' in dirt in a white t-shirt
Breaker breaker one to nine she's a big ol' flirt
By now she's got me pretty tied up
Tied down, anyway I choose
I've got nothin' to lose

Now I'm in the fast lane goin' ninety eight
By now I know she can smooth operate me
I know now she's no goody two shoes
But hey I've got myself nothin' to lose

Oh yeah, by the way she moves
She's got me rollin' in dirt in a white t-shirt
Breaker breaker one to nine she's a big ol' flirt
By now she's got me pretty tied up
Tied down, anyway I choose
I've got nothin' to lose

Oh yeah, by the way she moves
She's got me rollin' in dirt in a white t-shirt
Breaker breaker one to nine she's a big ol' flirt
By now she's got me pretty tied up
Tied down, anyway I choose
I've got nothin' to lose

Times, down time, break time, summer time
Miller time, anytime, she was lookin' pretty fine
In like Flynn I was lookin' for the win
Just tryin' anything, hey baby where you've been?
(I've got nothin' to lose)
All my life I've been lookin' for someone like you
Fallin' head over heels, hey what can I do?

I got nothin' to lose, yeah

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Warrant - Lyrics - Deliverance - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Warrant
Album: Deliverance
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): William Pettaway, Tim Mosley, C. Clayton, Warren Anderson Mathis

Lyric:
I want to run, I've been runnin' for some time now
My time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now
I want to run, oh, I've been runnin' for some time now
My time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now

Wake up and kiss my baby, grab my weed and my gun
Load it and cock it and blaze one up, that's how it be on the run
More money more problems, no money yo problems ain't gone die
Put 5 in the tank, I'm high and I'm bad news, don't ask me for no ride
When I look at my daughter and son and I see me in their eyes
It hurt so bad I hope the mistakes I made will keep them alive
I keep pushin' looking for a lick to hit shit I need some cheese
Gotta go no sleepin' for me momma I gotta leave

And if God is on my side then one day soon I'll get where I gotta be
I'm free ain't nothin' gone stop me from seein' what I gotta see
Not even me
The day I cop a plea gone be the day that I can't even breathe
All the shit that I go through, if I could show you, you wouldn't believe
All I got is my Bible and me and this rifle my last name ain't Mavoe
I'm just a survivor
Been gone from home so long some folks thank that I died
It's cool and if I don't get rich I'm thankful that I'm alive besides

I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin' a thin line
I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin' a thin line
I'm runnin' with the same ol' car, the same ol' girl
A little bit of money in this insane world
I got a warrant out for me and I'm walkin' a thin line

It's strictly for survival this time
Still I do not want what's yours unless it's rightfully mine
It really just ain't no words at least that I can define
For how I feel lord please some sight to the blind
'Cause I'm scrambling down the same road
Travelin' in the same clothes
Feelin' 2 million days old can't let all this take hold
'Cause see I always saw myself as just a little more special than

These sappy crappy no rappin' whoever's collectin' fans
I'm doin' the best I can I just need a better plan
I still ain't in peace with flyin' 'cause my plane has yet to land
I'm runnin' and runnin' my stomach's grumbling but I ain't
Hungry enough that I'm just disgusted because I can't
Ever make what I thank translate into what I say
Unless I pour this vodka in that big cup and chug away
I wanna just run away from what I've become today
A rebel with a warrant and his name is say Bubba K

I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin' a thin line
I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin' a thin line
I'm runnin' with tha same ol' car, the same ol' girl
A little bit of money in this insane world
I got a warrant out for me and I'm walkin' a thin line

This is heart it ain't a verse pick yo fruit name yo curse
With all the pain that is life dyin' hurts lyin' is worse
Drive my hearst down 85m to mommas house in Lagrange
Drop me off on the porch then send my off in a plane
Forget my namem 'til God arrives to show all y'all what Bubba meant
To tamper with how we wrote the script clearly don't make fuckin' sense
And not a thing that's pure to me it's contaminated by your device
'Cause a wise man once said eternity's and let go of life

I want to run, I've been runnin' for some time now
My time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now
I want to run, oh, I've been runnin' for some time now
My time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now
(I'm thankful I'm alive)

I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin' a thin line
I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin' a thin line
I want to run, oh, I've been runnin' for some time now
My time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now
(I'm thankful I'm alive)

(I got a warrant out for me)
I want to run, I've been runnin' for some time now
(I got a warrant out for me)
Night time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now
(I'm thankful I'm alive)
(I got a warrant out for me)
I want to run, I've been runnin' for some time now
(And I'm walkin' a thin line)
My time has come I think I'll turn myself in now
(I'm thankful I'm alive)
(I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin' a thin line)

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Nothing To Lose - Lyrics - Josh Gracin - Josh Gracin

Title: Nothing To Lose
Album: Josh Gracin
Artist: Josh Gracin
Composer(s): Marcel Francois Chagnon, Kevin Stuart Jam Savigar

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Lyric:
It was noon time, down time, break time
Summertime, Miller time, anytime, she was looking pretty fine
A red light, green light, go all fired upside downtown
She was shaking me all around

I was tuned in, going nowhere, second wind
Jonesing, drooling, feeling good, if you would

Oh yeah, by the way she moves
She's got me rolling in dirt in a white t-shirt
Breaker Breaker 1-9, she's a big ol' flirt

By now she's got me pretty tied up
Tied down, any way I choose
I've got nothin' to lose

In like Flynn, I was looking for the win
Just trying anything, hey baby, where you been
All my life I've been looking for someone like you
Falling head over heels, hey, what can I do?

Oh yeah, by the way she moves
She's got me rolling in dirt in a white t-shirt
Breaker Breaker 1-9, she's a big ol' flirt

By now she's got me pretty tied up
Tied down, any way I choose
I've got nothin' to lose

Now I'm in the fast lane going 98
By now I know she can smooth operate me
I know now she's no goody two shoes
But hey, I've got myself nothin' to lose

Oh yeah, by the way she moves
She's got me rolling in dirt in a white t-shirt
Breaker Breaker 1-9, she's a big ol' flirt

By now she's got me pretty tied up
Tied down, any way I choose
I've got nothin' to lose

Oh yeah, by the way she moves
She's got me rolling in dirt in a white t-shirt
Breaker Breaker 1-9, she's a big ol' flirt

By now she's got me pretty tied up
Tied down, any way I choose
I've got nothin' to lose

Noon time, down time, break time
Summertime, Miller time, any time
She was looking pretty fine

In like Flynn, I was looking for the win
Just trying anything, hey baby, where you been
All my life I was looking for someone like you
Falling head over heels, hey, what can I do?

I got nothin' to lose, yeah

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If I Could Change - Lyrics - Master P

Title: If I Could Change
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Bobby Caldwell, Steady Mobb'N Alfons Kettner, Percy Miller

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Lyric:
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

I'm at the time in my life when a nigga ready to change
I'll be dead or in jail if I don't shake this thang
Feel like I'm trapped in a prison, slowly waiting to die
It's getting harder for my people, yet we don't know why

They cuttin' sistas off welfare, these kids can't eat
And it's the children like [Incomprehensible] turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin' my rocks
Servin' death to my people, commit in the ultimate evil

Robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me
Blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me
Since the death of my momma, my life is filled with drama
Lost both of my kids, punished for what dirt that I did

I can't bring 'em back, so I get high to forget
All the mistakes that I made, that time won't let me erase
I keep my head up high but I'm stuck in this game
Steady checkin' myself, God help me to change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

If I could change, I'd bring my momma back from the grave
I ain't got too much trouble cause we livin' in the last days
Crime pays, doing broads can get you AIDS
Gotta wear a strap these days

All the time I stay high, trying to fight my stress
Jealous fool of the world trying to put me to rest
Last night I had a talk with my momma
Then I cried, asking God if she'd serve a purpose before she dies

You can see it in my eyes, a brotha want to slow down
I ain't mad at ya daddy 'cause you didn't come around
I'm knowing that the times is hard but you can make it
You see the opportunity, you take it

But what about my little baby, I got a mouth to feed
But I still want to hang on the streets and smoke weed with the O.G.'s
My homies rest in peace in the game
I don't think you'll ever know the pain, I want to change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Lord know, picture me ballin'
Trapped in this ghetto with my young G's callin'
Henacee and weed when they bury P
A quarter key, 6 G's, when they carry me

Fall on my knees to no nigga
Trapped in this hood, raised by chrome trigga
Never had a pops, a nigga learned to slang cream
Should have been a chemist, the way I work a triple beam

Life, is like a page, I want to turn
I want to make a change but Lord you let my brotha burn
I done seen a nigga lose his life over zurcubian stones
Every night, my auntie bring a nigga home

Momma worrying 'cause the rent late
3 strikes, my cousin's doing time upstate
I sent him Camel with no filters
I'm in the ghetto slangin' stones with straight killas, uh

I know kids that pack gats 'cause they 'bout it, 'bout it
I'm from the murder capital of the world and we rowdy, rowdy
Is there a heaven for a gangsta, Lord put me to sleep
'Cause your best friend turn into your enemy

Crooked cops is dirty in this shaded game
Go on take me out the ghetto
I want to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

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Fickle - Lyrics - Showtime - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Fickle
Album: Showtime
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Lamont Dozier, Dylan Mills

Lyric:
Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knows what I'll fined when I reach rewined

Dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
'Coz I dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knowz what I'll find when I reach, reach

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

I fined myself in a pickle is music against fickle
Surrounded by big dogs that I consider lckle
As they crash the particle the other giants
I might apply some knowledge and wait for a ripple
On my shoulder is a tripple
Some love it some hate the idea is hustle and publicly thugging
Squeeze a dollar from a nickle, my outlook feel free to judge it
I'll be damed if you budge it

Got my name on my cheque book, sole trading
I ain't even old ageing, but my question is my soul fading
I'm maintaining, 'coz I can't say I'm slaving but I guess I'm raving
But who's to say I'll make it unless I fake it
And if I overlook myself will it overdo my wealth will it?
This pains staking I got my head aching
Stressed out 'coz I let my money rake in

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

Crossing tribulation as a skip across the nation
High sky playa I seen no limitations
Only God creations and Devil temptations
I see to reap the benifits of my publications
So show me where's the money?
Spare me the congratulations
Forget the industry for goverment and vaccinations

Everybody wanna be ghetto but nobody wanna be poor
All you follow fashion dummys ain't eating no more
You can dirty try to thank me you can start with a cheer
But if you choose to blag I'll take it to the next stair
I couldn't be a fool I keep it gully to the next
Rewind the ripple I demand the collects

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

To all my U.K roll youths
Stick on ya hustle boots, steady on, trudge along
Operation ghetto wrong, in the night come aboard
Find yourself a craft find a set make it strong
Perfect it before ya know it don't respect it
Remember it's your movie, so direct it

Never let nobody tamper with it or correct it
And by any means do what you want to protect it
'Coz there's money to be making, it's a cold world to
Nobody's got there best interest at heart like you
So any obstacle you come across find you away around
But if you feel it can't be found bore straight through

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

Dig real deep through the depths of mind
Lord knows what I'll find when I bore staight through
Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knows what I'll find, bore staight through

Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knows what I'll find when I rewind

To the years when a teacher couldn't teach
Think back to the days where I couldn't be told
Now its a few years and I feel lost
Trying to live the high life but at what cost

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Thug N U Thug N Me - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: Thug N U Thug N Me
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Jewell Peyton, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Put me in that, ay come on JoJo, 'Pac
Yeah, that type of shit, you know what time it is

By age thirteen I was buck wild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood never be the same
Walked in my daddy's shoes
No time to be a peaceful man had to shatter fools
That's till I put my eyes on you
God damn, sweetheart you got some thighs on you

Now I can't wait to get you home, get you all alone
In my bedroom, baby can we bone, and get it on
Tell me lady, how you like me
And if you want it harder baby, come and bite me
But do it lightly, 'cause that excites me to let it pop

And if you lick me right, I'll do it all night
Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga
Though I like the way you scream when you lovin' me
I'm goin' deep, it's the thug in me, so what you sayin' girl?

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you

Moan baby when we bone it's on, it's so strong
Niggaz in the next room'll come
I got ya head swingin', tongue kissin' as I hit it from the back
With the bed ringin', give me space as I lick ya face, stick the place
Synchronize so I drive when they kick the bass

Love fuckin' 'n the moanin', I get ya wet and bust a sweat, then I'm gone
Left you on your own girl, tell me what you feel like, blindfolded
I'm cold do it real nice, that's if it feel right, maybe it's the thug in me
I pull ya hair while we fuckin' in the chair, when ya lovin' me

Up against the wall, you can have it all, just try
Bet my kiss, can get you high, don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts when I'm lovin' you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you

Say baby what's your phone number?
Be warned, I'm like a storm with my own thunder
I make the room rumble, in and out long stroke, hold ya breath now
Close your eyes deep throat, did you like it?

Ooh I'm excited!
'Cause it's a party in my bedroom, you're invited, c'mon now
Let me see ya shake your rump, tell me
How long will it take to come, havin' fun

Do it one on one and we can all get involved
First y'all do me, then I'll fuck y'all
When you call me the next day
To get sexed by a nigga in the best way

Yeah baby it's a price to pay, only play in the fast lane
When you a hustler, motherfuck a cash came
I gotcha goin' wild, 'cause I'm lovin' you
Drugged out with this motherfuckin' thug in you

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you

I don't wanna talk, I don't want no explanations
I don't got no motherfuckin' explanations
You know what I'm sayin'? It's the thug in me

Don't be askin' why I'm pullin' your hair
And why I fuck so motherfuckin' thuggish
That thug passion, You know what I mean?

Bitch, no mercy, what you scared of?
Didn't you come over here to get fucked?
You ain't come over here for me to be
Strokin, and all that bullshit
You came over here to get fucked

Shit, if I ain't fuck you thug style
Bitch you'd leave my house talkin' 'bout
"Tupac can't serve me"
Won't have me crossed up in that bullshit, hahaha
Turn over! Maybe it's the thug in me!

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Thug N U Thug N Me [Remix] - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: Thug N U Thug N Me [Remix]
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Jewell Peyton, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Ay, come on JoJo, 'Pac
Yeah, that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me

By age thirteen I was buck wild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood never be the same
Walked in my daddy's shoes
No time to be a peaceful man had to shatter fools
That's 'til I put my eyes on you
Goddamn, sweetheart you got some thighs on you
Now I can't wait to get you home, get you all alone
In my bedroom, baby can we bone, and get it on

Tell me lady how you like me
And if you want it harder baby, come and bite me
But do it lightly 'cause that excites me to let it pop
And if you lick me right, I'll do it all night
Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga
Though I like the way you scream when you lovin' me
I'm goin' deep, it's the thug in me, so whatchu sayin' girl?

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you, girl

Moan baby when we bone it's on
It's so strong niggaz in the next room'll cum
I got ya head swingin', tongue kissin'
As I hit it from the back with the bed ringin'
Give me space as I lick ya face, stick the place
Synchronize so I drive when they kick the bass
Love fuckin' in tha mo'nin, I get ya wet and bust a sweat
Then I'm gone, left you on yo' own girl

Tell me what you feel like, blindfolded
I'm cold do it real nice that's if it feel right
Maybe it's the thug in me
I pull ya hair while we fuckin' in the chair
When ya lovin' me up against the wall
You can have it all, just try bet my kiss
Can get you high, don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts when I'm lovin' you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you, girl

Say baby what's your phone number?
Be warned, I'm like a storm with my own thunder
I make the room rumble in and out long stroke
Hold ya breath now, close your eyes deep throat
Did you like it? Ooh, I'm excited
'Cause it's a party in my bedroom, you're invited
C'mon now, let me see ya shake your rump
Tell me how long will it take to cum, havin' fun

Do it one on one and we can all get involved
First y'all do me, then I'll fuck y'all
When you call me the next day
To get sexed by a nigga in the best way
Yeah, baby it's a price to pay, only play in the fast lane
When you a hustler, motherfuck a cash came
I gotcha goin' wild, 'cause I'm lovin' you
Drugged out with this motherfuckin' thug in you

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you, girl

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you, girl

I don't wanna talk, I don't want no explanations
I don't got no motherfuckin' explanations, y'knahmsayin'?
It's the thug in me
Don't be askin' why I'm pullin' your hair
And why I fuck so motherfuckin' thuggish
That thug passion, y'knahmean?

Bitch, no mercy, what you scared of?
Didn't you come over here to get fucked?
You ain't come over here for me to be
Strokin', and all that bullshit
You came over here to get fucked

Shit, if I ain't fuck you thug style
Bitch you'd leave my house talkin' 'bout
"Tupac can't serve me"
Won't have me crossed up in that bullshit
Turn over, maybe it's the thug in me

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Flow Motion (Strength & Loyalty) - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Flow Motion (Strength & Loyalty)
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Irving Mills, Red Norvo

Lyric:
Flow round by the wind
(Flowmotion)
Flow round by the wind
(Flowmotion)

Who is that ckun wit the tongue like the double edge sword?
Talkin' out the neck like we wouldn't push forward
But we murdered you *** and rap suckas, while you ***
And we leave our competition where there was none for us

*** got board back to the hood
With the thugs and fiends sold crack in the hood
Took my money and my trophies and my plaques to the hood
*** weren't goin' out Hollywood, not Bone

We keep it gutta thuggish, ruggish from the 99
My paper hustle been around the world a couple of times
Check the record, you can see I'm workin' double time
Give 'em something they can feel when I'm on the grind

Let the gangstas ride in the summa time
Shine real bright if you wanna get down
Let the top back slow, take a drag of the dro
Flippin' hard time now, you can burn that now

I flow when I go in flo' mo'
(Flow)
I flow, flow when I go in flo' mo'
(Round by the wind)
I flow when I go in flo' mo'
I flow, flow when I go in flo' mo'
(Flowmotion)

I flow when I go in flo' mo'
(Flow)
I flow, flow when I go in flo' mo'
(Round by the wind)
I flow when I go in flo' mo'
I flow, flow when I go in flo' mo'
(Flowmotion)

Try and keep up to the rhythm of the ***, really figga you handle
I?ll make you an example, sample
When I stomp on these, some *** at random
Clear mother mend the anotha to get the phantom family

See me and I got to run in hood, while they run around
They comin' at cha wit a sound like thunder
Strike like lightin', hit 'em and they wonder where they at
Now all them thuggish, ruggish *** come from Bone, Bone

Never be anotha that can *** wit them Thug brothas
They all the same, they talk a lot but never got the balls to play
Better not look at all this weight
No not this way

But if they ever fizzle to the gristle
Blow the whistle on the Swizzle, it's official
And we back to get it crackin' in the middle of the action
We got you in flowmotion

I flow when I go in flo' mo'
(Flow)
I flow, flow when I go in flo' mo'
(Round by the wind)
I flow when I go in flo' mo'
I flow, flow when I go in flo' mo'
(Flowmotion)

I flow when I go in flo' mo'
(Flow)
I flow, flow when I go in flo' mo'
(Round by the wind)
I flow when I go in flo' mo'
I flow, flow when I go in flo' mo'
(Flowmotion)

Point your fist, pull your pistol, put ch'ya finger in the middle
I'am show you how to disrespect a issue, f***
Let me loose, *** a lawsuit, I gotta get 'em lay 'em up
Some where, we cap spinnin', you ain't get it

Hospital rehab
He alright, one to the chest, to the knee cap
I?ma keep it raw so you know you better back off
Swish said get 'em so you know we 'bout to bite chyaw

FS stepped up, fear when we roll up
Everybody roll up, everybody toast up
Get it twist a ***, pay attention to when you leave
Wit your grill-less and feelings hurt and shirt fulla dirt
***, we work wit witch-it

I?ma busta *** be first
Back again gotta be heard
Had an intermission but it's over
It's over, back the flowmotion on em'

I flow when I go in flo' mo'
I flow, flow when I go in flo' mo'
I flow when I go in flo' mo'
I flow, flow when I go in flo' mo'
(Flowmotion)

I flow when I go in flo' mo'
I flow, flow when I go in flo' mo'
I flow when I go in flo' mo'
I flow, flow when I go in flo' mo'
(Flowmotion)

I flow when I go in flo' mo'
(Flow)
I flow, flow when I go in flo' mo'
(Round by the wind)
I flow when I go in flo' mo'
I flow, flow when I go in flo' mo'
(Flowmotion)

I flow when I go in flo' mo'
(Flow)
I flow, flow when I go in flo' mo'
(Round by the wind)
I flow when I go in flo' mo'
I flow, flow when I go in flo' mo'
(Flowmotion)

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