I Got It Bad - Lyrics - This Woman - Leann Rimes

Title: I Got It Bad
Album: This Woman
Artist: Leann Rimes
Composer(s): Leeann Rimes, Dean Sheremet, Trey Bruce

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Lyric:
Six a.m. came way too early
But Friday means it's over soon
Life gets boring in a hurry
I got somethin' gets me goin'
And I'm already gone

I got it bad
Feel that rumble
Tough and tumble under my feet
I got it bad
Round and round, we've all gone mad
Scream it, I got it bad

I'm addicted to the fast life
I cut my teeth on concrete dreams
The rush of no control gets me high
You know what I think
Too much of a bad thing
Is exactly what I need

I got it bad
Feel that rumble
Tough and tumble under my feet
I got it bad
Round and round, we've all gone mad
Scream it, I got it bad

Bad for speed and burnin' candles
At both ends till I'm unraveled
Bad for jumpin' off the edge
Without the net because I can, yeah

I got somethin' gets me goin'
And I'm already gone

I got it bad
Feel that rumble
Tough and tumble under my feet
I got it bad
Round and round, we've all gone mad
Scream it

Round and round, round, round
Round, round, we've all gone mad
I got it bad, ooh yeah

I got it bad, got it bad
I got it bad, I got it bad
I got it bad, I got it bad
I got it bad

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Baby Says No - Lyrics - Christopher Cross

Title: Baby Says No
Artist: Christopher Cross
Composer(s): Christopher Cross

Lyric:
Baby says no, she can't let go this soon
Doesn't feel right, not tonight
Even though I gave her the stars and the moon

I really think I've got it bad this time around

Baby says yes but I must confess
It really doesn't seem to matter
'Cause I'd follow that girl all around the world
Even if I never had her

I really think I've got it bad this time
Really think I've got it bad this time
Really think I've got it bad this time around

Gonna show 'em what love can do
Gonna tell 'em 'bout me and you
Gonna show 'em what love can do when it's right
And this time, it's right

Love is the light that can shine so bright
But sometimes it fades away
Then you find one that can shine like the sun
She comes up for you every day

I really think I've got it bad this time
Really think I've got it bad this time
Really think I've got it bad this time around

Gonna show 'em what love can do
Gonna tell 'em 'bout me and you
Gonna show 'em what love can do when it's right
This time, it's right

Oh, when the girl is so far away
Can't think of all the right words to say
Now she's here and we are all together

Baby says no, she can't let go this soon
She says it doesn't feel right, not tonight
Even though I gave her the stars and the moon

I really think I've got it bad this time
Really think I've got it bad this time
Really think I've got it bad this time around
I really think I've got it bad this time around

Gonna show 'em what love can do
Gonna tell 'em 'bout me and you
Gonna show 'em what love can do when it's right
And this time, it's right

Gonna show 'em what love can do
Gonna tell 'em 'bout me and you
Well, I'm gonna show 'em what love can do when it's right
And this time, it's right

This time
I've got it bad this time
I've got it bad this time
I've got it bad
This time, this time, this time

I've got it bad this time
I've got it bad
This time, this time, this time

I've got it bad this time
I've got it bad this time
I've got it bad this time
I've got it bad this time

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Got It Bad - Lyrics - Keith Urban

Title: Got It Bad
Artist: Keith Urban
Composer(s): Keith Lionel Urban, H. Field

Lyric:
I hit the highway and I checked the time
I see the sunrise and it makes me wanna change my mind
Oh, I got it bad, I stopped for a coffee in a nowhere town
A pretty waitress says, "Hey what's the frown, boy you got it bad"

Well, so many times you told me before
If you don't like it, well, there's the door
This time I've gone for good and I got it bad

I got it badder than a broken heart
Badder then the devil's smile
And I can't face bein' apart
I guess I'll have to leave
But meanwhile, ohh, I got it bad

Moonlight on the water still looks the same
Pretty girl beside me but I don't know her name
Guess I got it bad

I'm too weak to say no, too lonely to care
I'll believe her if she says, hey baby
I got to love to spare

Well, tomorrow I'll take it like a man
Tonight I'm taking all I can
This time I went for good and I got it bad

I got it badder than a broken heart
Badder then the devil's smile
And I can't face bein' apart
I guess I'll have to leave
But meanwhile, ohh, I got it bad

I got it badder than a broken heart
Badder then the devil's smile
And I can't face bein' apart
I guess I'll have to leave
But meanwhile, ohh, I got it bad

I got it badder than a broken heart
Badder then the devil's smile
And I can't face bein' apart
I guess I'll have to leave
But meanwhile, ohh, I got it bad

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U Got It Bad - Lyrics - Various Artists

Title: U Got It Bad
Artist: Various Artists
Composer(s): Usher Raymond, Jermaine Dupri, Bryan Michael Cox

Lyric:
When you feel it in your body
You found somebody who
Makes you change your ways
Like hangin' wit' your crew

Said you act like you ready
But you don't really know
And everything in your past
You wanna let it go

I been there, done it, humped around, hah
After all that, this is what I found
Nobody wants to be alone
If you're touched by the words in this song
Then maybe

U got it, u got it bad when you're on the phone
Hang up and you call right back
U got it, u got it bad if you miss a day without your friend
Your whole life's off track

You know, u got it bad when you stuck in the house
You don't wanna have fun 'cos all you think about
U got it bad when you're out with someone
But you keep on thinkin' 'bout somebody else
U got it bad

When you say that you love 'em
And you really know everything
That used to matter don't matter no more
Like my money, all my cars

You can have it all and
Flowers, cards and candy, I do it just 'cos
I said, I'm fortunate to have you girl
I want you to know, I really adore you

All my people that know what's goin' on
Look at your mate help me sing my song
Tell her I'm your man
You're my girl

I'm gonna tell it to the whole wide world
Ladies, say I'm your girl
You're my man
Promise to love you the best I can

See I've been there, done it, humped around
After all that, this is what I found
Every one of y'all are just like me
It's too bad that you can't see that u got it bad

U got it, u got it bad when you're on the phone
Hang up and you call right back
U got it, u got it bad if you miss a day without your friend
Your whole life's off track

You know, u got it bad when you stuck in the house
You don't wanna have fun 'cos all you think about
U got it bad when you're out with someone
But you keep on thinkin' 'bout somebody else
U got it bad

U got it, u got it bad when you're on the phone
Hang up and you call right back
U got it, u got it bad if you miss a day without your friend
Your whole life's off track

You know, u got it bad when you stuck in the house
You don't wanna have fun 'cos all you think about
U got it bad when you're out with someone
But you keep on thinkin' 'bout somebody else

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Got It Bad Y'All - Lyrics - King Tee

Title: Got It Bad Y'All
Artist: King Tee
Composer(s): Eric Brooks, Roger Mcbride, James Robinson

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Lyric:
Ladies and gentleman
That nigga King Tee and the Al-cum-a-holiks

Pooh-butts play the rear ?cause I'm makin? yapes
The rhymes ain't no thicker than a Skittle grapes
A lot of girls would like to thank me for the hanky-panky
On the mic I hold a belt, now I know no one could spank me

It took a long time for the people to hear my rhymes
Seems like I been rappin? since my birth in '69
Sorry to keep you waitin?, I run rhymes like Walter Payton
I get a rhyme like spokes on a Dayton

But I won't knock off, because I just rock off
The beats to get funky, like when you take your sock off
To all the white folks I would like to say howdy
And to all my brothers I say peace, quit actin? rowdy

Wack MCs in ?92, ew, you need to take a rest
The public don't you aim the best
You're softer than a hooker?s chest
Raps, I make ?em, snaps, I make ?em
For duties movin? booties ?cause I shake, shake, shake ?em

And I got rhymes, funky funky rhymes
E-Swift hold the needle down with nickels and dimes
I drink Olde English, St. Ide's and Mickeys
When it's time to roll, I throw on my black Dickeys

On the mic I get wicked, like Wilson Pickett
I get the place jumpin? like a cricket when I kick shit
I'm from the West Coast but don't sleep home-stimpy
Even if I was a paperboy, you still couldn't rip me

I walk up and chalk up pairs like the Knicks
I'm all in the mix like snares and kicks
When it comes to rhymes I get loose like belt buckles
Those who chose to oppose this nose is felt knuckles

(Where you goin' to?)
To the tip
(And what cha ?bout to do?)
?Bout to rip
Some people use the word funky too loosely
And just how many rappers say they kick it like Bruce Lee

(What's your favorite brew?)
Olde E
(And what it make you do?)
Go pee
It used to be about rhymes, all about rhymes
Now rappers rearrangin? and changin? like times

I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad, y'all
When it comes to the pen and the pad, y'all
I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad, y'all
When it comes to the pen and the pad, y'all

Back the fuck up, gimme room to breathe
Not too many niggaz can flip the rhymes like these
I freak the technique as if it was a bitch
Got more soul than the pit with a fifth

Pitch the ball, so I can beat it with the bat
Talk some shit, so I can smoke ya with my gat
I'm feelin? kind, feelin? kinda, feelin? kinda, feelin? kinda
Feelin? kinda buzzed off a sack of chocolate tie

My, my, my ho, I like to rip the shows up
Smack the hoes that walk around with they nose up
Run to the liquor store before they close up
Buy a few 40s, ?cause daily I get to' up

Sit at the crib and write riggy riggy rhymes
Line after line after liggy liggy line
Yo, I can get funky, buy my tape and bump me
To the break of dawn, I hit the bud and pass it on

Hangin? at the park, shootin? craps on the weekend
My brown bag is wet ?cause my tall can is leakin?
Starin? at the cops, beatin? up on Rodney
While a pack of O.G.'s steppin? to me tryin? to rob me

Just because I'm dope, niggaz wanna smoke me
On the mic I get funky while you're doin? the hokey-pokey
Dance steps, I think that you should leave to Paula
Alkaholiks is the shit, E-Swift's the smooth baller

Is slangin? these rhymes like a rock
Life ain't shit but money and a glock
Don't punch a clock, but I cock a fat knot
So I can smoke a lot of pot that I roll up with tops

And ya ain't heard shit yet, I'm just getting? warm
Like hot butter on, say what? The popcorn
I'm headed to the top, please give me my props
My beats are fat as fuck, so bump my shit in your box

I love to hit the skinz, but then again who doesn?t
I love to hit the herbs ?cause it leave me feelin? buzzin?
I dedicate this chumpie to the poets who can wreck
And to all the nottie dreads, I gots to give them ?nuff respect

(Where you goin' to?)
To the tip
(And what cha ?bout to do?)
?Bout to rip
Some people use the word funky too loosely
And just how many niggaz say they kick it like Bruce Lee

(What's your favorite brew?)
Olde E
(And what it make you do?)
Go pee
It used to be about rhymes, all about rhymes
Now rappers rearrangin?, and changin? like times

I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad, y'all
When it comes to the pen and the pad, y'all
I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad, y'all
When it comes to the pen and the pad, y'all

Up jumps the man with the loot
Rockin? like a troop with the Alkaholik group
Everything is kosher, got a little taller
Livin? kinda phat ?cause King Tee's a baler

I just irritate the wack, leave ?em so confused
When I'm checkin? on the mic with the ones and twos
Sneak you a peek of the drunk technique
Can't stand up, need to take a seat

Baby, baby, baby, it's the Alkaholiks
But I can freak the mic no matter how ya call it
Metaphors grand, and I'm the great man
Drink a whole fifth yes, I can, yes, I can can

The girls call me dick-em-down
Got that title rockin? for the crown
Catch y'all later, around next weekend
I'm a Alkaholik and I'm late for my meeting

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I Got It Bad - Lyrics - Frank Sinatra

Title: I Got It Bad
Artist: Frank Sinatra
Composer(s): Edward Ellington, Paul Francis Webster

Lyric:
Never treats me sweet and gentle, the way she should
I got it bad and that ain?t good
My poor heart is sentimental, not made of wood
I got it bad and that ain?t good

But when the weekend?s over and Monday rolls around
I end up like I start out, just cryin? my heart out
Doesn?t love me like I love her, no, nobody could
I got it bad and that ain?t good

Like a lonely weepin? willow who?s lost in the wood
I got it bad and that ain?t good
And the things I tell my pillow, nobody should
I got it bad, I got it bad and it?s no good

Though folks with good intentions, they tell me to save up my tears
I?m glad I?m mad about her, I can?t live without her
Lord above, make her love me the way that she should
I got it bad and that ain?t good
I got it bad and that ain?t good

No good
No good
No good
No good

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Confessions Part 1 - Lyrics - Usher

Title: Confessions Part 1
Artist: Usher
Composer(s): Usher Raymond, Jermaine Dupri, Bryan Michael Cox

Lyric:
Every thing that I've been doin' is all bad
I got a chick on the side wit a crib and a ride
I've telling you so many lies, ain't none good, it's all bad
And I just wanna confess 'cause it's been goin' on so long
Girl, I been doin' you so wrong and I want you to know that

Every thing that I've been doin' is all bad
I got a chick on the side wit a crib and a ride
I've telling you so many lies, ain't none good, it's all bad
And I just wanna confess 'cause it's been goin' on so long
Girl, I been doin' you so wrong and I want you to know that

Every time I was in L.A. I was with my ex-girlfriend
Every time you called I told you, "Baby, I'm workin'"
No, I was out doin' my dirt, oh, wasn't thinkin' 'bout you gettin' hurt
I was hand in hand in the Beverly Center like man
Not givin' a damn who sees me

So gone, I know, so wrong, just listen, actin' like I got it
And left you sittin' at home thinkin' about me, bein' a good girl
That you are but you prolly believe you got a good man
I man that never would do the things I'm about to tell you
I've done, brace yourself, it ain't good
But it would be even worse if you heard this from somebody else

Every thing that I've been doin' is all bad
I got a chick on the side wit a crib and a ride
I've telling you so many lies, ain't none good, it's all bad
And I just wanna confess 'cause it's been goin' on so long
Girl, I been doin' you so wrong and I want you to know that

Every thing that I've been doin' is all bad
I got a chick on the side wit a crib and a ride
I've telling you so many lies, ain't none good, it's all bad
And I just wanna confess 'cause it's been goin' on so long
Girl, I been doin' you so wrong and I want you to know that

If I could turn back the hands of time and start all over I would
Instead of everything bein' all bad, baby everything will be all good
I don?t wanna lose you but I know what I'm telling you
Ant gon? make you wanna stay, probably just make you run away

Or mad enough to punch me in my face
I've been livin' like an idiot and I deserve every bit of it, I know
Today is the day that I end all the lyin' and the playin'
And the bullshit, girl I'm sorry, baby I'm sorry but I can no longer
Walk around with this stress on my chest, I confess

Every thing that I've been doin' is all bad
I got a chick on the side wit a crib and a ride
I've telling you so many lies, ain't none good, it's all bad
And I just wanna confess 'cause it's been goin' on so long
Girl, I been doin' you so wrong and I want you to know that

Every thing that I've been doin' is all bad
I got a chick on the side wit a crib and a ride
I've telling you so many lies, ain't none good, it's all bad
And I just wanna confess 'cause it's been goin' on so long
Girl, I been doin' you so wrong and I want you to know that

Can you break it down?

Every thing that I've been doin' is all bad
I got a chick on the side wit a crib and a ride
I've telling you so many lies, ain't none good, it's all bad
And I just wanna confess 'cause it's been goin' on so long
Girl, I been doin' you so wrong and I want you to know that

Every thing that I've been doin' is all bad
I got a chick on the side wit a crib and a ride
I've telling you so many lies, ain't none good, it's all bad
And I just wanna confess 'cause it's been goin' on so long
Girl, I been doin' you so wrong and I want you to know that

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I Got It Bad (And That Ain'T Good) - Lyrics - BeforeMe - Gladys Knight

Title: I Got It Bad (And That Ain'T Good)
Album: BeforeMe
Artist: Gladys Knight
Composer(s): Edward Ellington, Paul Francis Webster

Lyric:
Never treats me sweet and gentle
The way that he should
I've got it bad and that ain't good

My poor heart is sentimental
But certainly not made of wood
I've got it bad and that ain't good

But when the weekend's over
And Monday rolls around
I end up like I've starved out
Just cryin' and cryin', and cryin'
My poor hours out

'Cause he don't love me like I love him
But no, no, no, no nobody could, no
I've got it bad and that ain't good

Now folks with good intentions
Tell me to save my tears
I'm just glad, I'm mad about him
'Cause I just can't, I just can't live without him

I'm asking you Lord, up above me
Make him love me the way that it should
'Cause I've got it, I've got it real, real, real, real bad

I've got it, got it so bad, yeah
I've got it bad, so bad, I've got it bad
I've got it bad and that ain't good

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The Donque Song - Lyrics - Songs About Girls - Will I Am

Title: The Donque Song
Album: Songs About Girls
Artist: Will I Am
Composer(s): Will Adams, Calvin Broadus, Fernando Garibay

Lyric:
The donq, the donq, the donq, the donq
The donq, the donq, the donq
There they go, there they go, there they go

She got a big o' butt, I like the way she move it
Come be my buttercup and let me double scoop it
Girl, you's a mama jama, you make this boy go loco
Let me whip out my camera, so I can take your photo

If I could work it out
Then that means I must be the luckiest nig in the house
'Cause your donque is steady p-p-pokin' out
The kind I'm lookin' after, girl, is it genuine?
That's what I gotta ask ya

She got a donque, she got a donque
She got a donque, she got a donque
I got a donque, I got a donque
I got a donque, I got a donque
She got a donque

She got it
The donq, the donq, the donq
She got it, she got it
The donq, the donq

She got some mega ass, I like the way she dancin'
Now baby, is it bad if I just keep on glancin'?
She said, "Boy, go ahead", as long as I don't touch it
I said, "Now, why the hell, would I wanna interrupt it?"

Now baby, make it sway
Just make them hips pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
And do your thang, girl, you do that thang so beautiful
Now, check it out, here I go, I'll be that nice romancer
Now, check it out, there you go, you'll be my private dancer

Girl, you're looking wonderful
And I'm so lucky to be here
Dancin' with the wonderful girl
I'm so lucky to be here
Dancin' with you, yeah, yeah

She got a donque, she got a donque
I got a donque, I got a donque
She got a donque, she got a donque
I got a donque, I got a donque
She got a

S N double O P that's me
Chillin' with my nephew Will he be
All these ladies in the place to be
All of 'em on with the big donque

The big donque, the big booty
All on me 'cause they all love me
I want a little some of that, all y'all sweet
The beat go boom, b-b-boom, boom, boom

There's so much ladies in the place to be
Kinda hard bein' Snoopy D O double G
But I somehow, some way
Keep comin' up mackin' on chicks like every single day

May I show you a lil' something
For you and me and your friends
Could go out with all that donque, give it here
Girl, don't say nothin'

Girl, you're looking wonderful
And I'm so lucky to be here
Dancin' with the wonderful girl
I'm so lucky to be here
Dancin' with you, yeah, yeah

She got a donque, she got a donque
I got a donque, I got a donque
She got a donque, she got a donque
I got a donque, I got a donque
She got a

She got it, she got it, she got it
(The donq, the donq, the donq)
She got it, she got it, she got it
(The donq, the donq, the donq)
She got it, she got it, she, she, she got it
(The donq, the donq, the donq)

She got it, she got it, she, she, she got it
(The donq, the donq, the donq)
She got it, she got it, she, she, she got it
(The donq, the donq, the donq)

So wonderful
I'm spaced out of my mind right now
You're lookin' so wonderful, I am so lucky to be here
You're lookin' so wonderful and I am so lucky, yeah

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Book Of Poems - Lyrics - Old 97'S

Title: Book Of Poems
Artist: Old 97'S
Composer(s): Murray Hammond, Phillip Peeples, Stewart Miller, Kendall Bethea

Lyric:
Rowboat lightning, I kissed her yeah, it didn't mean a thing
Seems like years ago, it was yesterday
Fire drill, yell freeze, don't hang around, long face disease
I got a book of poems that's gonna set you free

Well it's bad luck and it's a hard luck story
And I'm sorry I ain't sticking around
I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't enough

Well it's a sick world and in sixteen days
I got nightmares every night
I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't enough

Hardcore uptown, not the kind of place you wanna settle down
I only walked her home but that was bad enough
Two trains, yell freeze, it was a head-on cold, now it's a love disease
I got a book of poems, you gotta see to believe

Well it's bad luck and it's a hard luck story
And I'm sorry I ain't sticking around
I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't enough

Well it's a sick world and in sixteen days
I got nightmares every night
I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't enough
I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't enough

Well it's bad luck and it's a hard luck story
And I'm sorry I ain't sticking around
I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't enough

Well it's a sick world and in sixteen days
I got nightmares every night
I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't enough
I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't enough

I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't
I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't
I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't enough

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I Got It Bad &Amp; That Ain'T Good - Lyrics - Cher

Title: I Got It Bad &Amp; That Ain'T Good
Artist: Cher
Composer(s): Edward Ellington, Paul Francis Webster

Lyric:
My baby never treats me sweet and gentle
The way that he should
I got it bad and that ain't good

My poor heart it's sentimental
You know it ain't made out of wood
I got it bad and that ain't good

When the weekend is over
And Monday rolls round
I am the way that I started out
You know I'm crying, crying my heart out

He don't love me like I love him
Ah nobody could, I got it bad, bad

I got it bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
I got it bad, ah bad
And I got it bad and it ain't good

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She Got It - Lyrics - T Pain

Title: She Got It
Artist: T Pain
Composer(s): Kevin Crowe, Kevin Dean Crowe, Faheem Najm, Faheem Rasheed Najm, Erik Ortiz, Erik Reyes Ortiz, Jeremy Saunders, Artavious Smith, Artavious Morgan Smith

Lyric:
I know she got it ?cause she lookin? at me like she want it
She drop it low, make me wanna throw some d's on it
Whatever it is you can?t stop it, ?cause she get low
When she on that pole, and that lets me know

She got it, she got it
She got it, she got it
She got it, she got it
She got it

She got it, she got it
She got it, whoa
She got it, shawty
She got it

Excuse me a while, let me talk to ya for a second
Lil mama so fine she got the whole squad sweatin?
Damn, how you fit all that in dem jeans?
Was the question that I asked followed by let me buy you a drink
Young boss baby I treat cha' treat cha' to the finer things
Neck bling, wrist bling, wedding ring, nah I?m playin?

Might like to neck your wrist
But cha gotta ride nice dick and uh
Take trips with the bricks
She got it, she got it
(She got it)
That?s what Pain said
Them other niggas lame man, lil mamma I got the game plan
2 pistols, me and you boss I make it happen while they talk
Ridin? 6's while they walk

I know she got it ?cause she lookin? at me like she want it
She drop it low, make me wanna throw some d's on it
Whatever it is you can?t stop it, ?cause she get low
When she on that pole, and that lets me know

She got it, she got it
She got it, she got it
She got it, she got it
She got it

She got it, she got it
She got it, whoa
She got it, shawty
She got it

She got it, she got it, she got it
She got it, she got it, she got it
She got it, she got it, she got it

Damn she bad, damn she thick, yes indeed
Five foot five, hazel eyes, redbone, you da shit
Make a nigga wanna stop and stare, I just wanna pull your hair
Freaky shit, kinky shit, but we don't need to take it there

I'm a young boss girl, let me upgrade ya
He's a worker, I get work out, what you 'bout girl
Trips to Venice, what's the bid'ness
Bet this, Swiss your digits, and the rest is history

I know she got it ?cause she lookin? at me like she want it
She drop it low, make me wanna throw some d's on it
Whatever it is you can?t stop it, ?cause she get low
When she on that pole, and that lets me know

She got it, she got it
She got it, she got it
She got it, she got it
She got it

She got it, she got it
She got it, whoa
She got it, shawty
She got it

I could see my superwoman, nobody can't do it like she can
And she got it, I'm tellin? you like nobody yeah
And I love the way she talk them lames out they dreams
Bestest thing in fresh Louis with the matching jeans

And I love the tatted down baby, I'm your fit
Can I be yo' appetizer, yo just her and me
Oh, she's on tonight, the baddest in the club
I grab that ass when she give me a hug ?cause

I know she got it ?cause she lookin? at me like she want it
She drop it low, make me wanna throw some d's on it
Whatever it is you can?t stop it, ?cause she get low
When she on that pole, and that lets me know

She got it, she got it
She got it, she got it
She got it, she got it
She got it

She got it, she got it
She got it, whoa
She got it, shawty
She got it

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Nice - Lyrics - Exclusive - Chris Brown

Title: Nice
Album: Exclusive
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Chris Brown, Pooh Bear, Scott Storch, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Scott Storch, Game, Chris Brown

The meanest, the meaner, for a second I seen her
Had me open, got me lookin?, losin? all my control
The passion I?m feignin?, baby, you're the new meanin?
But I found myself trippin? when you walked through the door

And I know it's not like me gettin? beside myself
She got me feelin? that way
And I know it?s unlikely that you gon? deny me
And just walk away

I'll be that guy that don?t have time to play
Flippin? like a schedule, well, it?s ?bout the same
The ballers in your court ain?t ready for your game
It?s lookin? like them knockers ready for my chain

She be that girl I'll be waitin? for
Sending me them signals that I can't ignore
But I was gonna get her on the dance floor
Then I saw her headed to the exit door

I call her nice ?cause she got it
Do whatever, whenever ?cause she ?bout it
That deer?s nice ?cause I got it
Do whatever, whenever ?cause I?m ?bout it

I'm fallin? for her, she got me trapped
That girl?s nice ?cause she got it
?Cause she got it, she got it, breathe, breathe

Her body is screamin?, believe that I?m listenin?
To hear what you?re sayin?, girl, I'm losin? my cool
You got you a soldier and I got me a rider
And you ain't gotta stress it ?cause it's nothin? to prove

I know it ain't easy being a sexy girl
That?s always gettin? in her way
But I'm here to tell you, you got me up on you
And I won't let you slip away

I'll be that guy that don?t have time to play
Flippin? like a schedule, well, it?s ?bout the same
The ballers in your court ain?t ready for your game
It?s lookin? like them knockers ready for my chain

She be that girl I'll be waitin? for
Sending me them signals that I can't ignore
But I was gonna get her on the dance floor
Then I saw her headed to the exit door

I call her nice ?cause she got it
Do whatever, whenever ?cause she ?bout it
That deer?s nice ?cause I got it
Do whatever, whenever ?cause I?m ?bout it

I'm fallin? for her, she got me trapped
That girl?s nice ?cause she got it
?Cause she got it, she got it, breathe, breathe

Yeah, you, just know now that it's ?bout to go down
The club is packed up, the word around town
That this is the jump off, you know when drops
That this is the jump off

I did it for Big Pac and for my Chris out the [Incomprehensible] are too hot
They?re takin? their clothes off, they?re yellin? out Tupac
?Cause I'm from the west side and the from the east coast
My from down south, they?re lettin? their teeth show

?Cause this ain't Def Jam and this ain't Bad Boy
This ain't Star Trek, this is the last court
They?re turnin? the lights on, the bar is shut down
I'm walkin? with Scott Storch and me in the front now

The is with me, they?re ready to pop off
You?re bringin? your girlfriends, you gotta get knocked off
So hop in the 6.4 ?cause this ?bout to go down
It?s goin? down

I call her nice ?cause she got it
Do whatever, whenever ?cause she ?bout it
That deer nice ?cause I got it
Do whatever, whenever ?cause I?m ?bout it

I'm fallin? for her, she got me trapped
That girl?s nice ?cause she got it
?Cause she got it, she got it, breathe, breathe

I call her nice ?cause she got it
Do whatever, whenever ?cause she ?bout it
That deer nice ?cause I got it
Do whatever, whenever ?cause I?m ?bout it

I'm fallin? for her, she got me trapped
That girl?s nice ?cause she got it
?Cause she got it, she got it, breathe, breathe

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Confessions Pt. 1 (Extended Version) - Lyrics - Usher

Title: Confessions Pt. 1 (Extended Version)
Artist: Usher
Composer(s): Usher Raymond, Jermaine Dupri, Bryan Michael Cox

Lyric:
Everything that I been doing is all bad
I got a chick on the side with a crib and a ride
Been telling you so many lies, ain't none good, it?s all bad
And I just wanna confess, it's been going on so long
Girl, I been doing you so wrong and I want you to know that

Everything that I been doing is all bad
I got a chick on the side with a crib and a ride
Been telling you so many lies, ain't none good, it?s all bad
And I just wanna confess, it's been going on so long
Girl, I been doing you so wrong and I want you to know that

Every time I was in L.A., I was with my ex-girlfriend
Every time you called I told you, baby, I?m workin', no
I was out doin' my dirt, oh, wasn't thinkin' 'bout you gettin' hurt
I was hand in hand in the Beverly Center like man
Not givin' a damn who sees me

So gone, I know, so wrong, just listen
Acting like I didn't have you sittin' at home
Thinkin' about me, bein' a good girl that you are
Bet you probably believe, you got a good man
A man never would do the things, I'ma 'bout to tell you I've done
Brace yourself, it ain't good
But it would be even worse if you heard this from somebody else

Everything that I been doing is all bad
I got a chick on the side with a crib and a ride
Been telling you so many lies, ain't none good, it?s all bad
And I just wanna confess, it's been going on so long
Girl, I been doing you so wrong and I want you to know that

Everything that I been doing is all bad
I got a chick on the side with a crib and a ride
Been telling you so many lies, ain't none good, it?s all bad
And I just wanna confess, it's been going on so long
Girl, I been doing you so wrong and I want you to know that

If I could turn back the hands of time and start all over I would
Instead of everything being all bad, baby, everything would be all good
I don?t wanna lose you but I know what I'm telling you
Ain't gon' make you wanna stay, you probably just wanna run away
Or mad enough to punch me in my face

Been living like an idiot and deserve every bit of it, I know
Today is the day that I ain't gon' lie in the plan
And the bullshit, girl, I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry
But I can no longer run around with this stress on my chest
I confess

Everything that I been doing is all bad
I got a chick on the side with a crib and a ride
Been telling you so many lies, ain't none good, it?s all bad
And I just wanna confess, it's been going on so long
Girl, I been doing you so wrong and I want you to know that

Everything that I been doing is all bad
I got a chick on the side with a crib and a ride
Been telling you so many lies, ain't none good, it?s all bad
And I just wanna confess, it's been going on so long
Girl, I been doing you so wrong and I want you to know that

Can you break it down, don?t leave me, baby

Everything that I been doing is all bad
I got a chick on the side with a crib and a ride
Been telling you so many lies, ain't none good, it?s all bad
And I just wanna confess, it's been going on so long
Girl, I been doing you so wrong and I want you to know that

Everything that I been doing is all bad
I got a chick on the side with a crib and a ride
Been telling you so many lies, ain't none good, it?s all bad
And I just wanna confess, it's been going on so long
Girl, I been doing you so wrong and I want you to know that

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I Got It Bad - Lyrics - Ella Fitzgerald

Title: I Got It Bad
Artist: Ella Fitzgerald
Composer(s): Edward Ellington, Paul Francis Webster

Lyric:
The poets say that all who love are blind
But I'm in love and I know what time it is
The good book says, "Go seek and ye shall find"
Well, I have sought and my, what a climb it is!

My life is just like the weather
It changes with the hours
When he's near I'm fair and warmer
When he's gone I'm cloudy with showers

An emotion like the ocean
It's either sink or swim
When a woman loves a man
Like I love him

Never treats me sweet and gentle, the way he should
I got it bad and that ain't good
My poor heart is sentimental, not made of wood
I got it bad and that ain't good

But when the weekend's over and Monday rolls around
I end up like I started out just cryin' my lil' heart out
He don't love me like I love him
No, nobody could, I got it bad and that ain't good

So bad, so bad

I got on it so bad, so bad though folks with good intentions
Tell me to save my tears
I'm glad, I'm mad about you, I can't live without you
Lord above me make him love me the way he should

Like a lonely weeping willow lost in the wood
The things I tell my pillow
No woman should
I got it bad, bad so bad and that ain't good

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The Good, The Bad And The Ugly - Lyrics - Kanye West

Title: The Good, The Bad And The Ugly
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Willie Mitchell, Dexter Raymond Mills Jr., Kanye Omari West

Lyric:
Ayyo, good morning, America, good morning to Erica
Who gave me good *** while watching good morning America
And good day, New York, have a good day in court
My homies drive around the hood and that's a good place to start

I never liked the goodbyes, always caught a good vibe
Always had a good time, could always spot a good guy
From a good guy, look alive, look alive, look or try
You know that old saying what they say about good guys

I guess that's why I went bad, needed all my chicks bad
Fiends needed it bad, started hittin' liqs' bad
Had to get that work off before that s*** went bad
If not, it gets bad and things will only get bad

So now I'm getting bad skin and I got that badge and
Tellin' me them bastards don't catch a bad break
Caught a bad rate on whip with bad brakes
I'm caught up in these bad ways havin' a bad day

So now the game's ugly and my pain's ugly
And my chain's ugly, things became ugly [Incomprehensible]
Got a stain and its musty, wakin' up looking crusty
And miss thang who's ugly is sayin' to me, "Don't touch me"

I went from pretty Willie to pretty silly
But I'm still pretty gully so you know thin's will still get pretty ugly
And this is for the hoods, the crabs, the junkies
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly

We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
B.I.G. said get ya money ain't no telling they gon' love me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
When your money get funny and them days ain't sunny

We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
*** give pounds and hug me, know they really wanna slug me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
And this is for the hood, you got to love me

Good morning to ummm, I don't remember your name
But I remember the brain, here go a fare for the train and
Good morning to Chi-Town, where my *** ride down
And bust clowns and look for some bust downs to bust down

Yeah, she ain't got a car she on the bus now
But her gear is bangin', she one of us now
I wanted badly to bone 'cuz she was bad to the bone
She from a batter home, she mad when she at home

So I gave her my number to beep off, she wanted to take a week off
Bustin' scary movie ***, I had to get the freak off
The new Tom Cruise, took the Moulin Rouge on a too long cruise
She said, "I ain't *** you with them two long shoes"

And I get bougie in a grape poupon mood
So I'ma act cheap in a coupon mood
She said, "Ye' you don't love me?"
I told her it was good, it's too bad, yeah ugly

We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
B.I.G. said, get ya money, ain't no telling they gon' love me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
And this for the hood, you got to love me

Ayyo, good morning to Queens, the North side of my scene
And when it comes down to it, I'm a ride for my team
See it's a beautiful life but the bills will make it ugly
And the beauty of life is when you're forced to make it ugly

Had a beautiful night 'til a storm done made it ugly
And a beautiful wife, now we divorcing and it's ugly
Now my mind state is ugly, my blind dates are ugly
And I'm ready to turn it up in these streets and make it ugly

Used to sit in Mr. Uglies with these sisters that was ugly
And these *** used to bug me to the point it made me ugly
And say things that was ugly and lead a ball abruptly
But I took it all back 'cuz God don't like ugly

Now I'm curbin' my bad words, they say that the bad burn
I left it on bad terms with a chic with a bad perm
Whose case took a bad turn and face caught a bad burn
And took the news bad when they said, she had bad germs

The bad thing about it was she was bad and 'bout it
But you know what smelled bad so I had to get up out it
So now we got bad blood, her son is a bad blood
But it happens in the hood when you inherit that bad blood

And once it get bad, it be bad for good
And that's bad meaning bad, not bad meaning good
But I greet it as good when you leave with the good
It's all good in the hood, got called good 'cuz it's good

Now I'm havin' some good nights, livin' this good life
Got me a good girl that I'ma make me a good wife
So I'm good to go and I'm good where I go
Come on, man got good aim and that's a good thing to know

And he came home for good, off of good behavior
Spittin' that good game so what's good with this paper?
And this is for the hoods, the crabs, the junkies
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly

Ayyo, we showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
B.I.G. said get ya money, ain't no telling they gon' love me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
When your money get funny and them days ain't sunny

We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
*** give pounds and hug me, know they really wanna slug me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
And this for the hood, you got to love me

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I Get Money - Lyrics - Before I Self Destruct - 50 Cent

Title: I Get Money
Album: Before I Self Destruct
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Robinson Curtis Jackson, Stanberr

Lyric:
I get money, I, I get money
I, I get, I get, I get, I get
(50)

I get money, money I got
(I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got
(I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got
(Yeah)
Money, money I got, money, money I got
(I run New York)

I get money, money I got
(I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got
(I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got
(Yeah)
Money, money I got, money, money I got
(Yeah, I run New York)

I took quarter water, sold it in bottles for 2 bucks
And Coca-Cola came and bought it for billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes, who the fuck cares

I'm stanky rich, I'ma die tryna spend this shit
Southside?s up in this bitch
Yeah, I smell like the vault, I used to sell dope
I did play the block, now I play on boats

In the south of France, baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan, I'm already black, rich, I'm already that
Gangsta, get a gat, hit a head in a hat
Call that a river rat, shit, fuck the chitter chat

I?m the baker, I bake the bread, a barber, I cut your head
The marksman, I spray the led, I blood clot, chop your leg
Do not fuck with the kid
I get biz with the cigg, I come where you live, ya dig?

I get money, money I got
(I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got
(I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got
(Yeah)
Money, money I got, money, money I got
(I run New York)

I get money, money I got
(I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got
(I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got
(Yeah)
Money, money I got, money, money I got
(Yeah, I run New York)

You can call this my new shit but it ain't new though
I got rid of my old bitch, now I got new hoes
First it was the Benzo, now I'm in the Enzo
Ferrari, I'm sorry, I keep blowin' up

They call me the cake man, the strawberry shake man
I spray the AR, make your whole click break dance
Backspin, headspin, flat-line, you're dead then
9 shells, Mac-10, who wan' get it crackin??

I was young, I couldn't do good, now I can't do bad
I ride, wreck the new Jag, I just buy the new Jag
Now nigga, why you mad? Oh, you can't do that?

I'm so forgetful, they callin? me cocky
I come up out the jeweler, they callin' me Rocky
It's the ice on my neck, man, the wrist and my left hand
Bling like bloaw, you like my style, I'm heading to the bank right now

I get money, money I got
(I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got
(I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got
(Yeah)
Money, money I got, money, money I got
(I run New York)

I get money, money I got
(I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got
(I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got
(Yeah)
Money, money I got, money, money I got
(Yeah, I run New York)

Yeah, I talk the talk and I walk the walk
Like a Teflon Don, boy I run New York
When I come outta court, yeah, I pop the cork
I keep it gangsta, I have you outlined in chalk
(I, I get it)

In the hood if you ask about me
They'll tell you I'm about my bread
(I, I get it)
?Round the world if you ask about me
They'll tell you they love the kid
(I, I get it)

Whoa hey
(I, I get it)
Whoa hey
(I, I get it)
Whoa hey
(Yeah)
Whoa hey
(I run New York)

Whoa hey
(I, I get it)
Whoa hey
(I, I get it)
Whoa hey
(Yeah)
Whoa hey
(Yeah, I run New York)
Whoa

I, I get money, money I got
(I'm back on the streets man)
I, I get money, money I got
(I'm bringing the heat man)
I, I get money, money I got
(I'm on my grind)
Money, money I got, money, money I got
(Like all the time)

I, I get money, money I got
(Tryna' stop my shine)
I, I get money, money I got
(I'll cock my 9)
I, I get money, money I got
(Don't get outta line)
Money, money I got, money, money I got
(I said don't get outta line)

I, I get it
I, I get it
Yeah, yeah

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Candy (Drippin' Like Water) - Lyrics - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment - Snoop Dogg

Title: Candy (Drippin' Like Water)
Album: Tha Blue Carpet Treatment
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Composer(s): Craig Irving, Ricardo Thomas, Delmar Arnaud, Ricardo Brown, Tomi Jenkins, Mary Ann Vieira, R Emmanuel, Earl Stephens, Larry Blackmon, Calvin Broadus, Keiwan Spillman, A Tyler, Ishmael Butler

Lyric:
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water

You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water

Narcotic this window meth merchant
Shippin' and handlin' your life supply
Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye
What y'all tryna buy pimpin', y'know it's kinda dry
Yeah, I only gotta couple of pies left
That'll last me through the year

Doula, ice cream candy
Man, that s*** be comin' in handy
It's real walkie talkie
I got that from the DB's, my cousin, work dirty

If you want 'em, I got 'em, you up to cop it
You better be about your grit
Devour any cowards, sours slippery at the lip
Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker
Be a block monster, be a reputable motherf***

Real mash with my Spanish
If ain't about no gouda, partner, you can vanish
Don't get put up in your place
Give me 40 feet and an ounce of space

You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water

You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water

Now-A-Later's, Gum Drops, Jelly Beans
Lollipops and triple beams
Blue Carpet, yeah, that's Tha Treatment
Candy so sweet, got everybody eatin' it

Bigg Snoop Dogg, I'm the star of this
So go on and get yourself a bar of this
No change, man, gimme the bucks
The kinda candy I sell, they call it 'Deez Nutz'

I'm almond with the caramel insides
You appear frontin' with the French fries
How it feel, man? What it look like?
I'm in your neighborhood, pullin' on some Bud Light

Sweet and sticky, take it out the wrapper
Now put it in your mouth
To the beat of the drum, it'll be fun
And I bet you can't just eat one, candy

You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water

You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water

I'm in the hood with the six-trey candy paint
Lil' somethin' to chunk, make the *** all faint
If you know when to beep, jump my baby rate
When I grip round her butt, I hold her steady

Yeah, she my one and only
Quick to keep back haters who don't know me
I feel good about candy
My gangstas understand me

Shake it, baby, don't break it baby
Now can you make it clap?
Tryna fit this work in your gap
Drop it like it water pagoda, get my hustle on
I get it from you, then I step on it to bubble on

It's gettin' sweeter than a sugar cane
Here come that sugar daddy, black, rollin' on gold thangs
Fo'shigiddy, he turned it into somethin', boy
'Cause I can't leave this filthy game without my Almond Joy

You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water

You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water

It's like candy, candy

Get it how you want it
Whip it, twist it, pop your whip up on the corner
While I tadaa check out this bizarre
The D A T, the N I double G, the D A Z

Again, it's up in the wind, feel the breeze for s***
Goddamn, you already know who I am
Chrome on chrome, blue on blue, frost colors switches
Hit the gas, hit the brake, y'all really burn rubber?

Dip, drop, drop, dip
Stop, dip, ghost ride the whip
Yeah, *** shot caller
It's America's number one baller

Man, I don't give a *** like, "*** it"
High riders, slide in the bucket
Little momma all up on a *** like a coat
I got the perfect thang that'll coat her throat

You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water

You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water

Three thousand **** pieces, you understand me?
I wish a *** would come in this ***
If I see Suge right now, I'd tell him, "Hey, how you doin', Suge?"
I didn't even know you were standin' there, *** my bad

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