I Need Dubs - Lyrics - Ghetto Bill - Master P

Title: I Need Dubs
Album: Ghetto Bill
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Bobby Ervin, Steven Ettinger, Dwayne Emil Simon, Michale Robinson, Percy Miller, Darryl Pierce, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
When I'm alone in my ca
I'm thinkin' about Ms. Lorenzo
My girl Enkei, Sprewell
Giovanna, Daytons, Momos, Diablos
And my girl Ashanti

I need dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows
Dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows

I see it, I buy it, you need it, I got it
I could transform a car 'til a Halle Berry by demand
Regular wheels, I bend 'em don't stand up
I'm the first one to put Sprewells on a Phantom
Girls see me and scream, I'm reppin' Orleans
I got cars baby Flex ain't never seen
Xzibit in the game but he can't, "Pimp My Ride"

I got everythang flipped from the in to the outside
Them Lambo doors 50 talkin' about
I had 'em on the Cutlass back before I bought me a house
I put ice on my grill just to hurt them haters
27 dipped in chrome for the Escalades
Put candy on the body so it glow in the dark
Put light on my rims for at night when they walk
Can't roll like no scrub, man on no hubs
Ghetto Bill up in here, y'all know wazzup

I need dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows
Dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows

From the streets to the pen, you know these soldiers gon' win
When they see me on TV say he did it again
From his shoes to his clothes, he's ballin' outta control
From the Bentley to the Beemer to the Hummer with six gold
But wodie don't stunt, make them six-fo's jump
Like Reebok pumps, P. Miller amp's in the trunk

Louis Vuitton Ferrari 360 is so clean
Asanti rims, that really bling bling
And girls trip when they get in the ride
I got the CL5 steering wheel on the other side
And I'm gangsta man, what you thankin' man?
Shorty wanna roll 'cause I'm on them twankies man

I need dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows
Dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows

Now I know I'm kinda young but I keep my dubs clean
Nicknamed my rims Demi 'cause they older than me
At the age of 15 man, doin' big thangs man
Don't hate dawg, 'cause you ain't me man
Some say I'm ballin' 'cause my chrome stay crawlin'
Took the Phantom for a ride, now they say I'm nightcrawlin'
Never get hungry 'cause I keep them deep dishes
The peoples just ahh, then they take pictures

My Hummer sit clean on them Shaq's minus eight
White gold and purple just like them old days
Now it's kinda crazy 'cause Mercedes getting jealous
Range want Asantis, but they can't have it
All for Lexus, my baby, my boo
If I ever need help I just scream, "Hootie hoo"
My P. Miller speakers match my P. Miller sneakers
The ones on my feet and the ones on my Beemer

I need dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows
Dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows

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I Need A Hot Girl - Lyrics - Hot Boys

Title: I Need A Hot Girl
Artist: Hot Boys
Composer(s): Markevia Blunt, Dwayne Carter, Christopher Dorsey, Terius Grey, Maurice Jordan, Byron Thomas, Tab Virgil, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
You need a hot one I got one now take it and bend it
Shake it down, break it down, with me and a friend
Biggity bounce, slide, ride, Work that cat to the right
Push it down, push it up, boom, you dynamite

Lick it up like ice cream, nigga you know her
She make me bow bow bow bow
(Rocky Balboa)
See I lovin' it when you thuggin', baby just don't stop
You could wobledee, wobledee
(Drop, drop it like it's hot)

Beat it up and eat it up, love that's yo dick
And if you ain't from the ghetto, then ride out bitch
Arms, legs, backs, and breasts
You better read her fucking tats, nigga Mannie Fresh

Suck it up and yuck it up, baby work on that pole
Got them niggaz in a circle hollerin' here we go
Back that azz up lil' one all the way to the zipper
I really like you hot girl but I got ta flip ya

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

I need a hot-n-spicy hoe I can shop, with
Give my hoe 10 G's, told her spend the shit
(Go 'head hoe)
See my hot girl ride Lexus Coupe, bitch
And she got the matchin' Roley hoe, floss yo' shit

And she got the matching links for the winter bitch
Now see a real hot girl can't be faded bitch
Roll the dice, hit the seven no craps, bitch
Got the brand new Rover off the showroom quick

Customized TV's all through that bitch
Yokohama 20 inch dubs on that bitch
Now see my Cash Money hot girl floss her shit
Ridin' Uptown bumpin' Hot Boys ya bitch

And that blue faced Rolex I bought that bitch
Keep big head Benjamins all through her shit
Fuck a thug girl them hoes can only suck my dick
I need a hot girl to represent this Uptown shit

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

Where my bitch at? Look, a hot girl is a silent hoe
If a bitch get outta line she a violent hoe
Ain't no pest, far from being a whinin' hoe
Fuck up she confess, she ain't no lyin' hoe

That's what I need, a hot girl is a jazzy bitch
I'd take her any day 'fore a classy bitch
On the down low for her nigga she a nasty bitch
I tell her touch it, she gon' reach down and grab the dick

I bust a nut, get soft, she get it back hard
The police kick in the do' she takes the charge
If a nigga go to jail she run for her nigga
Money orders, business and front ones for her nigga

She hear a nigga ballin', work that body for her nigga
Let me come through, hit the stash, and rock up out a nigga
I can't see no other bitch for the B.G.
But a hot girl fo' short call her a H.G.
(A hot girl)

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

I like 'em hot, the ones that don't tell me to stop
Eat dick swallow the cum and they know how to pop
I need a project bitch, a hood rat bitch
One that don't give a fuck and say she took that dick

She a doggy wit it, she could wobbledee
Then she know how to money wit it
Open her legs and squeeze a nigga like she want me in it
Now turn around and back it up
Then throw it at a nigga 'til I say, "Ooh that's enough"

Give me a gansta hoe
One that don't give a fuck and that'll shank a hoe
And that'll slang still, and keep it on the low
One that'll do time for me, and say fuck the po', dog you know

Now Lil' Shorty in the twat have it hurtin' and thumpin'
They be like say, "He small girl he workin' wit somethin'"
I'm Lil' Wayne on fire, I'll smash on your boo
I got a Hot Girl bangin', what's the matter with you?

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

Ya understand? Look that's a motherfuckin' Hot Boys
Definition of a motherfuckin' Hot Girl, do you dig what I'm saying?
It's all gravy if you think you fit the description
Then come on get with a nigga, come on get with a nigga
If you think it's fabulous, come on get wit a nigga

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Things - Lyrics - Didn't See Me Coming - Keith Sweat

Title: Things
Album: Didn't See Me Coming
Artist: Keith Sweat
Composer(s): Steve Huff, Trevor Smith, Keith Sweat

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Lyric:
Keith Sweat, Busta Rhymes
Ridin' with the Flipmode on fire now
I love to stand up in corners
With thugs, holdin' it down
Or be in golf courses

Sippin' on somethin' poly and contract
Love to floss heavy with shine for that ass
I love to hit and drop bombs right on top of that ass, wassup
I like to watch my whole crew break bread

We thug marraige, select chicks
Give me this head
[Unverified], stack for my crew
Not whips, it's just some of the wild shit
That I be lovin' to do , wassup

Girl it's gettin' 'round
Heard you wanna get down
Find out for yourself
How I really put it down

And maybe since you're curious
Take a ride and find out what
I do to make you fall deep in love
It's the things I do

The things I do, girl
Diamonds, I wear, dubs
Bentley, I drive
And the things I do
When we're makin' love

The things I do, girl
Diamonds, I wear, dubs
Bentley, I drive
And the things I do
When we're makin' love

One night is all I need to make you see
Two nights why don't you come home with me?
And I'll give you everything your body needs
Mya, Mya, Mya, Mya, I want you to see

Lemme get my handcuffs
Baby put your hands up
Lemme get my blindfold
Gotta keep your eyes closed
We got all night
Comin' three or four times
So many things I wanna do

The things I do, girl
Diamonds, I wear, dubs
Bentley, I drive
And the things I do
When we're makin' love

The things I do, girl
Diamonds, I wear, dubs
Bentley, I drive
And the things I do
When we're makin' love

Yeah, I like to keep heads guessin'
Give 'em a test and
Blow they whole mind if I find 'em interestin'
Best in the business

Lyrics came as a blessin'
Why you be on the block
Tryna guess who I'm sexin'
Cool type of mami like Thug Castradami

Take a few years to get near the punani
Now, see me with a apple or vanilla Martini
While I get the biggest kicks
Outta chicks tryna be me

(So many things)
So many things, so many things
(So many things)
So many things, oh yes we are

(So many things)
So many things, so many things
(So many things)
So many things, so many things

The things I do, girl
Diamonds, I wear, dubs
Bentley, I drive
And the things I do
When we're makin' love

The things I do, girl
Diamonds, I wear, dubs
Bentley, I drive
And the things I do
When we're makin' love

Lemme get my handcuffs
Baby put your hands up
Lemme get my blindfold
Gotta keep your eyes closed
We got all night
Comin' three or four times
So many things I wanna do

The things I do, girl
Diamonds, I wear, dubs
Bentley, I drive
And the things I do
When we're makin' love

The things I do, girl
Diamonds, I wear, dubs
Bentley, I drive
And the things I do
When we're makin' love

The things I do, girl
Diamonds, I wear, dubs
Bentley, I drive
And the things I do
When we're makin' love
...

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In Da Club (Clean) - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: In Da Club (Clean)
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Michael Elizondo, Andre Young

Lyric:
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go shawty, it's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a ****, it's not your birthday

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's always drama in da club
N***** I heard I roll with Dre, everybody show me love
When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love

But homie ain't nothing change hoes down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that ****** roll that **** up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few ****** but I don't walk with a limp

In the hood then the ladies saying, "50, you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York they surely will tell ya I'm loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold

I'm feelin' focused, man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend willin' to get bi and they ready to go

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look homey, I done came up and I ain't change

And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Oh you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar, toasting to the good life
Moved out the hood, now trying to pull me back, right?

When my junk get to pumpin' in da club it's on
I wink my eye at ya chick, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn
If you're talking 'bout money, homie, I ain't concerned

I'm a tell you what Banks told me
'Cause go 'head, switch the style up
And if they hate then let 'em hate
Then watch the money pile up

Or we can go upside their head with a bottle of bub
Come on, they know where we be

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

Don't try to act like you don't know
Where we been neither
We in the club all the time
It's about to pop off
Shady Aftermath

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In Da Club (Satellite Exclusive Remix) - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: In Da Club (Satellite Exclusive Remix)
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Michael Elizondo, Andre Young

Lyric:
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go shawty, it's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a ****, it's not your birthday

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's always drama in da club
N***** I heard I roll with Dre, everybody show me love
When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love

But homie ain't nothing change hoes down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that ****** roll that **** up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few ****** but I don't walk with a limp

In the hood then the ladies saying, "50, you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York they surely will tell ya I'm loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold

I'm feelin' focused, man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend willin' to get bi and they ready to go

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look homey, I done came up and I ain't change

And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Oh you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar, toasting to the good life
Moved out the hood, now trying to pull me back, right?

When my junk get to pumpin' in da club it's on
I wink my eye at ya chick, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn
If you're talking 'bout money, homie, I ain't concerned

I'm a tell you what Banks told me
'Cause go 'head, switch the style up
And if they hate then let 'em hate
Then watch the money pile up

Or we can go upside their head with a bottle of bub
Come on, they know where we be

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

Don't try to act like you don't know
Where we been neither
We in the club all the time
It's about to pop off
Shady Aftermath

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In Da Club [Dvd] [Live] - 50 Cent - Lyrics - The New Breed - 50 Cent

Title: In Da Club [Dvd] [Live] - 50 Cent
Album: The New Breed
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Michael Elizondo, Andre Young

Lyric:
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go shawty, it's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a ****, it's not your birthday

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's always drama in da club
N***** I heard I roll with Dre, everybody show me love
When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love

But homie ain't nothing change hoes down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that ****** roll that **** up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few ****** but I don't walk with a limp

In the hood then the ladies saying, "50, you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York they surely will tell ya I'm loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold

I'm feelin' focused, man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend willin' to get bi and they ready to go

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look homey, I done came up and I ain't change

And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Oh you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar, toasting to the good life
Moved out the hood, now trying to pull me back, right?

When my junk get to pumpin' in da club it's on
I wink my eye at ya chick, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn
If you're talking 'bout money, homie, I ain't concerned

I'm a tell you what Banks told me
'Cause go 'head, switch the style up
And if they hate then let 'em hate
Then watch the money pile up

Or we can go upside their head with a bottle of bub
Come on, they know where we be

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

Don't try to act like you don't know
Where we been neither
We in the club all the time
It's about to pop off
Shady Aftermath

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In Da Club (Sessions @ Aol) [Dvd] - 50 Cent - Lyrics - The New Breed - 50 Cent

Title: In Da Club (Sessions @ Aol) [Dvd] - 50 Cent
Album: The New Breed
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Michael Elizondo, Andre Young

Lyric:
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go shawty, it's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a ****, it's not your birthday

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's always drama in da club
N***** I heard I roll with Dre, everybody show me love
When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love

But homie ain't nothing change hoes down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that ****** roll that **** up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few ****** but I don't walk with a limp

In the hood then the ladies saying, "50, you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York they surely will tell ya I'm loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold

I'm feelin' focused, man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend willin' to get bi and they ready to go

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look homey, I done came up and I ain't change

And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Oh you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar, toasting to the good life
Moved out the hood, now trying to pull me back, right?

When my junk get to pumpin' in da club it's on
I wink my eye at ya chick, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn
If you're talking 'bout money, homie, I ain't concerned

I'm a tell you what Banks told me
'Cause go 'head, switch the style up
And if they hate then let 'em hate
Then watch the money pile up

Or we can go upside their head with a bottle of bub
Come on, they know where we be

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

Don't try to act like you don't know
Where we been neither
We in the club all the time
It's about to pop off
Shady Aftermath

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It'S About To Go Down - Lyrics - Big Moe

Title: It'S About To Go Down
Artist: Big Moe
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Chad Hugo, Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs, Pharrell Williams, Kit Walker, Mason Betha, Rick James

Lyric:
If you thugging in the club
(Thugging in the club)
And you rolling on dubs
(Rolling on dubs)
You ain't tripping, showing love
(And showing love)
Say it's about to go down

You got money in your city
(Money in your city)
And the mamas looking pretty
(Mamas looking pretty)
If you feeling what I'm feeling
(Feeling what I'm feeling)
Say it's about to go down

As I slide down on dubs, moving around on concrete
That G, oh, he and I stays on feet
Heat with hollow clips, ready to bust shots
Glocks, full of heat leaving the situation hot

Plot all day boss hogging for position
Street game all in your face watch the Rolex cushion
Heavy weighter, I'm the champ, Mr. Three-Two
Really though big baby and it's 2002

Wreck a shop with Mo-Yo, I'm boy hard
Boys, want to got to war black them out like tar
Swangers on my guard in a old school
I'm a goddamn fool, start to busting with the two

Fresh braided player made it, deuce out the roof
Rest in peace to my old and in these streets running loose
Ain't no use, trying to stop it just come and pop it
Loco, big dozer and we still sitting sloppy

If you thugging in the club
(Thugging in the club)
And you rolling on dubs
(Rolling on dubs)
You ain't tripping, showing love
(And showing love)
Say it's about to go down

You got money in your city
(Money in your city)
And the mamas looking pretty
(Mamas looking pretty)
If you feeling what I'm feeling
(Feeling what I'm feeling)
Say it's about to go down

Cash me Gucci coat, slicing a bad bitch
Watch her get a China face-lift
Gear shift, we performing up in the land
Suicide doors, dubs and twin cams

All bitches on the fam heads turning tonight
Watch us be the star traction and a harder night
More than Sprite, plus my neck and wrist are cold
Ice cubes in my watch and the piece is just froze

These hoes, all on a nigga dick 'cause I'm young, fly and rich
Escorting a bad bitch, doja lit, I ain't worried about the laws
Hoes whisper to each other girl, I think he played ball
No bitch, I'm just a rapper out the hood

And I'm wrestling with the wood, powered up feeling good
Little engine that could, beat the block for it's stock
Turn around and swap game for a political job
R.I.P. to Pab aka Mr. Sweets

If you peeping from the south we about to blow you fin to see
Gucci boots on her feet, Gucci boots on my feet
I'ma pay a lot tonight, shine and have a seat

If you thugging in the club
(Thugging in the club)
And you rolling on dubs
(Rolling on dubs)
You ain't tripping, showing love
(And showing love)
Say it's about to go down

You got money in your city
(Money in your city)
And the mamas looking pretty
(Mamas looking pretty)
If you feeling what I'm feeling
(Feeling what I'm feeling)
Say it's about to go down

When I hit the scene, I'm crispy clean
I got a box of dough nuts from Crispy Creme
Everybody looking at me like Flip you the shit
Hell yeah I'm the shit, look at my wrists

I roll up a philly, roll up a philly
Head to the town and watch Third Ward Billy
Knock a nigga out while pouring up a drank
Got my mind on the bank, in the jail I use a shank

I sip that, flip that, wood grain grip that
Go to the Papa Do's yeah I'm gone tip that
It's Lil' Flip I'm a million dollar star
Blue, black or red don't touch my car, uh

If you thugging in the club
(Thugging in the club)
And you rolling on dubs
(Rolling on dubs)
You ain't tripping, showing love
(And showing love)
Say it's about to go down

You got money in your city
(Money in your city)
And the mamas looking pretty
(Mamas looking pretty)
If you feeling what I'm feeling
(Feeling what I'm feeling)
Say it's about to go down

I'm shook up, I'm looking throwed
Gucci wardrobe to match the Gucci soles
Gucci hoes and hop out the SL
I'm popped up and sliding on Sprewell

We sell, everything you need
Riding through with Pardon Davis and some falling TV's
Moe and me, we have been a lot
Looking for some head in a little bitty shop

On top, on wrist rock it's going down
H-Town, South Side, third ward bound
Pulled up acting and class so they'll know
The south on shine 'cause we ain't broke no more

If you thugging in the club
(Thugging in the club)
And you rolling on dubs
(Rolling on dubs)
You ain't tripping, showing love
(And showing love)
Say it's about to go down

You got money in your city
(Money in your city)
And the mamas looking pretty
(Mamas looking pretty)
If you feeling what I'm feeling
(Feeling what I'm feeling)
Say it's about to go down

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Thug Love - Lyrics - Up Close & Personal - Angie Martinez

Title: Thug Love
Album: Up Close & Personal
Artist: Angie Martinez
Composer(s): J Eaddy, Hutchins Oscar Rodriguez, Lawrence Smith, Angie Martinez, Joseph Cartagena, Carlos Jimenez

Lyric:
Thug love, thug love
All she ever wanted was that thug love
Thug love, thug love
All she ever wanted was that thug love

Thug love, thug love
All she ever wanted was that thug love
Thug love, thug love
All she ever wanted was that thug love

Yo, hey yo, uhh
Yo, yo, yoyo, uhh
Aiyyo I met him at a club, spendin' dubs, Mr. Superthug
Pulled up with a group of trucks, everybody knew who he was

I ain't playin' the boy was cute, and I'm sayin'
We only danced one song but the whole night I was swayin'
Mesmorized by his style, could tell he was wild
But he had a touch of class and a million buck smile

Got a thing for a thug and he fit the profile
Thug love, think I'm buggin' brother let me know now

Yo, yeah, uhh, yo, yo
What's his name, what's the color of his Range
What's his game?
Was he kickin' it like he love his train
Full of octane?

Stop playin', know you ain't fall for that
Yo, he's pagin' me Ang' don't even think of callin' back
Man I know those cats, him and his click be flowin' crack
Up in Prominax, stickin' them kids by the laundromat

Pumpin' that two-for-five, the rules imply
Fuckin' with them dudes that's trife, you lose your life

It's a thug love
Searchin' for love in the wrong places
A thug love
Lovin' them rough with pretty faces

Even though he ain't right for you
Joe I like this dude, I need advice from you
It's a thug love
Searchin' for love in the wrong places

A thug love
Lovin' them rough with pretty faces
Even though he ain't right for you
Yo yo, uhh, uhh, yo

I just can't explain why women are attracted to danger
A thug and a player look the same in linen
But one's packin' a banger, I guess it's the anger
That be in they eyes

Mixed together with a pinch of they sensual side
That gets me energized
Fly and confidant, respected
And highly dominant

Got me on the rise every time
He draw me with compliments
Joey I'm fallin' for a thug, should I sacrifice
Or let it go brother you never gave me bad advice

It's only right that I let you know which route to go
No doubt fo' sho', once he hits it, he's out the do'
Know I seem like a cock-blocker but he's not proper
Besides you're my little sis, I gotta watch ya

Gotta stop you from dealin' with snakes
You're sealin' your fate let alone I feel it's your wake
Eliminate all the wrongs in your life
Don't you fall for them guys, like Pun says, it's all in the eyes

It's a thug love
Searchin' for love in the wrong places
A thug love
Lovin' them rough with pretty faces

Even though he ain't right for you
Joe I like this dude, I need advice from you
It's a thug love
Searchin' for love in the wrong places

A thug love
Lovin' them rough with pretty faces
Even though he ain't right for you
Joe I like this dude, I need advice from you

I only speak on what I know, he cheats, he gotta go
You think he ain't gon' creep, not at all
That's a damn shame, I see you fallin' for this man's game
The truth is even if he want it man he can't change

That's the life of a player livin' lies like the mayor
Hittin' them thighs, be wise and beware
But don't be surprised, one day you'll find a decent guy
Someone that cares and provides a peace of mind

I know you right but I'm torn inside
I got a jonz for a boy that was born to ride
My only vice, saw the guy, leave my momma mortified
It's no surprise, it happens all the time

Got me stressin' and I'm comin' back for me
Got me, checkin' my messages expectin' him to call
I need to, let it go need to stay focused
But can't, forget him yo so I remain hopeless

It's a thug love
Searchin' for love in the wrong places
A thug love
Lovin' them rough with pretty faces

Even though he ain't right for you
Joe I like this dude, I need advice from you
It's a thug love
Searchin' for love in the wrong places

A thug love
Lovin' them rough with pretty faces
Even though he ain't right for you
Joe I like this dude, I need advice from you

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Palmdale - Lyrics - The Good Times - Afroman

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#1 - Lyrics - Big Tymers

Title: #1
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Nigga can't out-stunt me
When it come to these fucking cars, nigga
Believe that

You know me, I don't need no introduction and shit
Ride Bentleys 'round the city on buttons, ya bitch
Arm hanging, wrist blinging, just stun'n and shit
Drop the top, block is hot, stay bumping ya bitch

B. Atrice get it right, don't tangle and twist it
Hit the club every night, drunk, drinking that Crissy
Niggas mad, don't like it 'cause I'm banging they bitches
When the light hit the ice, it twankle and glistens

Baby, Brian, B, Bubba, you can call me what you feel
Hopping out the platinum Hummer with the platinum grill
With the platinum pieces and the platinum chains
With the platinum watches and the platinum rings
(Platinum rings)

Nigga, shit ain't changed, still doing my thing
Still do it for the block, nuts hang and swing
You don't know another nigga that can stunt like me
(Stunt like me)
Big Tymer representing, nigga, the U.P.T.

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

I put dubs on cars, when I ride, I'm fly
We thugs, not stars, bitch, ride or die
Put bricks on blocks, nigga, cooked and cut
Juvy 'bout to hold the rocks, nigga, hook it up

Diamonds on my hoes' feet, when they walk, they spark
Diamonds in my fucking teeth, when I talk, I spark
Don't fuck around with beef, when it start, I spark
Me and my Hot Boy creeps, when it's dark, we spark

Just bought a new car and I spent about a million
The motherfucking driver seat sitting in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fucking bad bitches
(Bad bitches, bad bitches)

I be hitting they daughters, I like my dick sucked fast
I like to play with them rookies
I like to fuck 'em in they ass while he beat up the pussy
I'm the #1 stunna, you don't want my shit
I'ma stunt 'til I die, bitch, the shit don't quit

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

Baby, pop the Cristal and shine the jewels
Get the Cadillac from Sewell with twenty inch L's
Boss B., slow down in the Jag, you lost me
Slow down, Wayne, you know that's all on me

But you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be
Come on, you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be
Baby, give me the ki's, give me the weed
Give me the Gs, give me the Mack-10
Let me see happening, to me, these niggas lagging

What's up, Boss B.?
You ever got beef with a busta, you can call me
You know I keep a blucka-blucka, hit 'em all week
Give me the keys to the bubble, I'm on y'all street
Juvenile
(Juvenile)

Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck
Man, let me get this beef shit over, bruh
But wait, my nigga, Baby, he live on chrome
My nigga, Baby, he get his shine on

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

Now, it's plain and simple, nigga
I ain't met a nigga yet could fuck with
These Cash Money Hot Boys, with these cars, nigga
See that new Monte Carlo, that's hot and on fire

That my dog, Fresh, had first
We got 'em on dubs, that Lexus, the new one
That come out in 2001 with the frog eyes
I got that bitch on dubs

And that Yu, the new Yukon, that's bubble-eye
I got that bitch on dubs
And that Mercedes wagon, with the kit, that's kitted out
Look like it got frog eyes, that bitch on dubs

And I got that Benz that me and my dog bought
For our bitches, we got this shit here on dubs
We all drive Bentleys on dubs
I'm trying to put platinum eyebrows on these hoes
I just bought me a platinum football field, nigga
Ya understand?

Don't fuck with me with these cars, nigga
(At all, playboy)
We the #1 stunnas, nigga
(Nigga, we don't give a fuck)
Got that Viper with them rattling stripes
With that kit, ya understand?
We ain't playing, TVs in all our shit
Believe that, playboy
(Fuck your whole hood up)

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# 1 Stunna - Lyrics - Big Tymers

Title: # 1 Stunna
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Nigga can't out-stunt me
When it come to these fucking cars, nigga
Believe that

You know me, I don't need no introduction and shit
Ride Bentleys 'round the city on buttons, ya bitch
Arm hanging, wrist blinging, just stun'n and shit
Drop the top, block is hot, stay bumping ya bitch

B. Atrice get it right, don't tangle and twist it
Hit the club every night, drunk, drinking that Crissy
Niggas mad, don't like it 'cause I'm banging they bitches
When the light hit the ice, it twankle and glistens

Baby, Brian, B, Bubba, you can call me what you feel
Hopping out the platinum Hummer with the platinum grill
With the platinum pieces and the platinum chains
With the platinum watches and the platinum rings
(Platinum rings)

Nigga, shit ain't changed, still doing my thing
Still do it for the block, nuts hang and swing
You don't know another nigga that can stunt like me
(Stunt like me)
Big Tymer representing, nigga, the U.P.T.

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

I put dubs on cars, when I ride, I'm fly
We thugs, not stars, bitch, ride or die
Put bricks on blocks, nigga, cooked and cut
Juvy 'bout to hold the rocks, nigga, hook it up

Diamonds on my hoes' feet, when they walk, they spark
Diamonds in my fucking teeth, when I talk, I spark
Don't fuck around with beef, when it start, I spark
Me and my Hot Boy creeps, when it's dark, we spark

Just bought a new car and I spent about a million
The motherfucking driver seat sitting in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fucking bad bitches
(Bad bitches, bad bitches)

I be hitting they daughters, I like my dick sucked fast
I like to play with them rookies
I like to fuck 'em in they ass while he beat up the pussy
I'm the #1 stunna, you don't want my shit
I'ma stunt 'til I die, bitch, the shit don't quit

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

Baby, pop the Cristal and shine the jewels
Get the Cadillac from Sewell with twenty inch L's
Boss B., slow down in the Jag, you lost me
Slow down, Wayne, you know that's all on me

But you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be
Come on, you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be
Baby, give me the ki's, give me the weed
Give me the Gs, give me the Mack-10
Let me see happening, to me, these niggas lagging

What's up, Boss B.?
You ever got beef with a busta, you can call me
You know I keep a blucka-blucka, hit 'em all week
Give me the keys to the bubble, I'm on y'all street
Juvenile
(Juvenile)

Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck
Man, let me get this beef shit over, bruh
But wait, my nigga, Baby, he live on chrome
My nigga, Baby, he get his shine on

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

Now, it's plain and simple, nigga
I ain't met a nigga yet could fuck with
These Cash Money Hot Boys, with these cars, nigga
See that new Monte Carlo, that's hot and on fire

That my dog, Fresh, had first
We got 'em on dubs, that Lexus, the new one
That come out in 2001 with the frog eyes
I got that bitch on dubs

And that Yu, the new Yukon, that's bubble-eye
I got that bitch on dubs
And that Mercedes wagon, with the kit, that's kitted out
Look like it got frog eyes, that bitch on dubs

And I got that Benz that me and my dog bought
For our bitches, we got this shit here on dubs
We all drive Bentleys on dubs
I'm trying to put platinum eyebrows on these hoes
I just bought me a platinum football field, nigga
Ya understand?

Don't fuck with me with these cars, nigga
(At all, playboy)
We the #1 stunnas, nigga
(Nigga, we don't give a fuck)
Got that Viper with them rattling stripes
With that kit, ya understand?
We ain't playing, TVs in all our shit
Believe that, playboy
(Fuck your whole hood up)

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Imma Flirt (Remix) - Lyrics - R. Kelly

Title: Imma Flirt (Remix)
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Robert Kelly, Ronnie Jackson, Clifford Harris, Shad Moss, Faheem Najm

Lyric:
I?m a, I?m a, I?m a, I?m a flirt

Soon as I see her walk up in the club I?m a flirt
Winkin? eyes at me when I roll up on them dubs I?m a flirt
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low I?m a flirt
And when she's with her man lookin? at me damn right I?m a flirt

So homie don't bring your girl to meet me ?cause I?m a flirt
And baby don't bring your girlfriend to eat ?cause I?m a flirt
Please believe it unless your game is tight and you trust her
Then don't bring her 'round me because I?m a flirt

Now I swear to tell the truth and the whole truth
When it comes to those I be pimpin? like I supposed to
Rollin? like I supposed to, shinin? like I supposed to
In the club freakin? with honeys like I supposed to

I don't understand when a player bring his girlfriend to the club
Freakin? out on the flo' with his girlfriend in the club
And wonderin' why all these players tryin' to holla at her
Just soon as she go to the bathroom player I?m gon? holla at her

A dog on the prowl when I'm walkin? through the mall
If I could man, I probably would flirt with all of y'all
Yeah yeah homey, you say she your girlfriend
But when I step up to her, I?ma be like Tarzan

Believe me mayne, this is how them players do it in the Chi
And plus we got them playerette flirters in the Chi
Now the moral of story is cuff yo' chick
?Cause hey, I'm black, handsome, I sing, plus I'm rich
And I?m a flirt

Hey homie, if you ain't gettin no money
You better keep her away from me, ya dig?

Well if you love ya girl and wanna keep ya girl
Don't be walkin? up and askin? me to meet ya girl
Because I'm well enough a flirt when I speak to ya girl
She winked her eyes on the sly, I seent ya girl

Better treat your girl right 'cause another man will
Better *** ya girl like another man will
'Cause you leave your wife and I see ya wife
That be for real, how long you think that's finna be ya wife?

When I'm livin? the life, you just gettin' it right
Your old lady look at me ?cause you ain't hittin' it right
She probably used to like you 'cause you the business type
That's until I came along and put some **** in her life

Wanna say, had an ***, **** a **** in the lights
And I noticed she was checkin? me and diggin? the ice
And if I get that tonight, better hit that twice
I could even make her mine if I hit that right

You know smack that thang, sit that right
Up on that dress, say yeah that's right
Pullin? on her hair like we gettin? in a fight
Yeah I know it's kinda tight but it'll spread just right

So if yo girl sexy and she pass me
Don't be upset G ?cause you might catch me
Tryin? to catch a glance up her skirt
Then we playin? in reverse
If I see her and I like her then I'ma flirt

When I, when I, when I
When I pull up to club all the shawties be like, ?Damn! 28's!?
Then I be like, "Girl you know just who I am, don't hate"
Say I done fell in love wit a stripper y?all
All I do is flirt with her and I get them drawers

And I don't need no help, I got it down pact
Teddy Pain was born to flirt now you can't down that
Now I'ma flirt whether I'm in or out of town
That's why they call me Teddy ?Bend-Her-A**-Down?

I be like, ?¿Como te llama lil? momma?
Me llamo Pain, what is yo? name?
I'm feelin? yo? vibe and I'm hopin? you feel the same
I'ma wink my eye and let you know I got the game
When I pass by I know exactly what you say

?He's so fly and yes he's so cool?
Hey shawty, hey shawty, what it do
He mad 'cause I'm lookin' but I already touched her
I got your boyfriend mad ?cause I?m a flirt

Soon as I see her walk up in the club I?m a flirt
Winkin? eyes at me when I roll up on them dubs I?m a flirt
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low I?m a flirt
And when she's with her man lookin? at me damn right I?m a flirt

So homies don't bring your girl to meet me ?cause I?m a flirt
And baby don't bring your girlfriend to eat ?cause I?m a flirt
Please believe it unless your game is tight and you trust her
Then don't bring her 'round me because I?m a flirt

It's the remix!

Now if you walk up in the club wit a bad chick
And she lookin' at me then I'm gon' hit
Man jackin' for chicks, I tried to quit it
But I'm a playa homie so I had to hit it

While you buyin' her drinks in the club
Actin' like you in love
Stuntin' like you all thug
We was switchin' numbers

She lookin' at you when I walk by
You turn yo' head, she wink her eye
I can't help it if she checkin' for a platinum type of guy
She be callin' me daddy and I be callin' her mommy
She be callin' you Kelly when yo' name is Tommy

I don't know what y'all be thinkin' when you bring 'em round me
Let me remind you that I am the king of R&B
Do you know what that means? That means if you love yo' chick
Don't bring her to the VIP 'cause I might leave wit yo' chick

Just keepin' it real ** *****, it's a playa's field ** *****
Don't take no trick to the club when you just met her ** *****
'Cause I'm flirt wit her right, and he gon' flirt wit her right
And if she lickin' dat good ****, she gon' flirt wit her
I'm a flirt

Soon as I see her walk up in the club I?m a flirt
Winkin? eyes at me when I roll up on them dubs I?m a flirt
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low I?m a flirt
And when she's with her man lookin? at me damn right I?m a flirt

So homie don't bring your girl to meet me ?cause I?m a flirt
And baby don't bring your girlfriend to eat ?cause I?m a flirt
Please believe it unless your game is tight and you trust her
Then don't bring her 'round me because I?m a flirt

Kels, T.I., T-Pain
Ladies, if your man ain't hitting it right
Just call this number on the screen
I'll be at your rescue, yeah

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I'M A Flirt - Lyrics - Double Up - R. Kelly

Title: I'M A Flirt
Album: Double Up
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Robert Kelly, Ronnie Jackson, Clifford Harris, Shad Moss, Faheem Najm

Lyric:
I?m a, I?m a, I?m a, I?m a flirt

Soon as I see her walk up in the club I?m a flirt
Winkin? eyes at me when I roll up on them dubs I?m a flirt
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low I?m a flirt
And when she's with her man lookin? at me damn right I?m a flirt

So homie don't bring your girl to meet me ?cause I?m a flirt
And baby don't bring your girlfriend to eat ?cause I?m a flirt
Please believe it unless your game is tight and you trust her
Then don't bring her 'round me because I?m a flirt

Now I swear to tell the truth and the whole truth
When it comes to those I be pimpin? like I supposed to
Rollin? like I supposed to, shinin? like I supposed to
In the club freakin? with honeys like I supposed to

I don't understand when a player bring his girlfriend to the club
Freakin? out on the flo' with his girlfriend in the club
And wonderin' why all these players tryin' to holla at her
Just soon as she go to the bathroom player I?m gon? holla at her

A dog on the prowl when I'm walkin? through the mall
If I could man, I probably would flirt with all of y'all
Yeah yeah homey, you say she your girlfriend
But when I step up to her, I?ma be like Tarzan

Believe me mayne, this is how them players do it in the Chi
And plus we got them playerette flirters in the Chi
Now the moral of story is cuff yo' chick
?Cause hey, I'm black, handsome, I sing, plus I'm rich
And I?m a flirt

Hey homie, if you ain't gettin no money
You better keep her away from me, ya dig?

Well if you love ya girl and wanna keep ya girl
Don't be walkin? up and askin? me to meet ya girl
Because I'm well enough a flirt when I speak to ya girl
She winked her eyes on the sly, I seent ya girl

Better treat your girl right 'cause another man will
Better *** ya girl like another man will
'Cause you leave your wife and I see ya wife
That be for real, how long you think that's finna be ya wife?

When I'm livin? the life, you just gettin' it right
Your old lady look at me ?cause you ain't hittin' it right
She probably used to like you 'cause you the business type
That's until I came along and put some **** in her life

Wanna say, had an ***, **** a **** in the lights
And I noticed she was checkin? me and diggin? the ice
And if I get that tonight, better hit that twice
I could even make her mine if I hit that right

You know smack that thang, sit that right
Up on that dress, say yeah that's right
Pullin? on her hair like we gettin? in a fight
Yeah I know it's kinda tight but it'll spread just right

So if yo girl sexy and she pass me
Don't be upset G ?cause you might catch me
Tryin? to catch a glance up her skirt
Then we playin? in reverse
If I see her and I like her then I'ma flirt

When I, when I, when I
When I pull up to club all the shawties be like, ?Damn! 28's!?
Then I be like, "Girl you know just who I am, don't hate"
Say I done fell in love wit a stripper y?all
All I do is flirt with her and I get them drawers

And I don't need no help, I got it down pact
Teddy Pain was born to flirt now you can't down that
Now I'ma flirt whether I'm in or out of town
That's why they call me Teddy ?Bend-Her-A**-Down?

I be like, ?¿Como te llama lil? momma?
Me llamo Pain, what is yo? name?
I'm feelin? yo? vibe and I'm hopin? you feel the same
I'ma wink my eye and let you know I got the game
When I pass by I know exactly what you say

?He's so fly and yes he's so cool?
Hey shawty, hey shawty, what it do
He mad 'cause I'm lookin' but I already touched her
I got your boyfriend mad ?cause I?m a flirt

Soon as I see her walk up in the club I?m a flirt
Winkin? eyes at me when I roll up on them dubs I?m a flirt
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low I?m a flirt
And when she's with her man lookin? at me damn right I?m a flirt

So homies don't bring your girl to meet me ?cause I?m a flirt
And baby don't bring your girlfriend to eat ?cause I?m a flirt
Please believe it unless your game is tight and you trust her
Then don't bring her 'round me because I?m a flirt

It's the remix!

Now if you walk up in the club wit a bad chick
And she lookin' at me then I'm gon' hit
Man jackin' for chicks, I tried to quit it
But I'm a playa homie so I had to hit it

While you buyin' her drinks in the club
Actin' like you in love
Stuntin' like you all thug
We was switchin' numbers

She lookin' at you when I walk by
You turn yo' head, she wink her eye
I can't help it if she checkin' for a platinum type of guy
She be callin' me daddy and I be callin' her mommy
She be callin' you Kelly when yo' name is Tommy

I don't know what y'all be thinkin' when you bring 'em round me
Let me remind you that I am the king of R&B
Do you know what that means? That means if you love yo' chick
Don't bring her to the VIP 'cause I might leave wit yo' chick

Just keepin' it real ** *****, it's a playa's field ** *****
Don't take no trick to the club when you just met her ** *****
'Cause I'm flirt wit her right, and he gon' flirt wit her right
And if she lickin' dat good ****, she gon' flirt wit her
I'm a flirt

Soon as I see her walk up in the club I?m a flirt
Winkin? eyes at me when I roll up on them dubs I?m a flirt
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low I?m a flirt
And when she's with her man lookin? at me damn right I?m a flirt

So homie don't bring your girl to meet me ?cause I?m a flirt
And baby don't bring your girlfriend to eat ?cause I?m a flirt
Please believe it unless your game is tight and you trust her
Then don't bring her 'round me because I?m a flirt

Kels, T.I., T-Pain
Ladies, if your man ain't hitting it right
Just call this number on the screen
I'll be at your rescue, yeah

Play the MP3 online for free!

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