I Wanna Be Like You - Lyrics - Smash Mouth

Title: I Wanna Be Like You
Artist: Smash Mouth
Composer(s): Richard M Sherman, Robert B Sherman

Lyric:
Can you hear it?
Yeah man

Now I'm the king of the swingers, oh, the jungle VIP
I've reached the top and had to stop and that's what's botherin' me
I wan'na be a man, mancub, and stroll right into town
And be just like the other men, I'm tired of monkeyin' around

Ohh, ooh, bee, doo
I wan'na be like you, I wan'na walk like you
Talk like you, too, you'll see it's true
An ape like me can learn to be human too

Now don't try to kid me, mancub, I made a deal with you
What I desire was man's red fire to make my dream come true
Now give me the secret, mancub, come on, clue me what to do
Give me the power of man's red flower so I can be like you

Ohh, ooh, bee, doo
I wan'na be like you, I wan'na walk like you
Talk like you, too, you'll see it's true
An ape like me can learn to be human too

Check this out, can you hear it?
Yeah, get it, papa bear

Yeah, you, I wan'na be like you, I wan'na walk like you
Talk like you, too, you'll see it's true
Someone like me can learn to be
Someone like me can learn to be someone like you
I can learn to be someone like me, yeah man

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Na Na Be Like - Lyrics - Foxy Brown

Title: Na Na Be Like
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): Tamir Ruffin, Kenya Miller, Inga D Marchand

Lyric:
Trini yeah yeah, pretty boy
(Ninety nine def jam)
I said it
Fuck y'all bitches want, whoa
I'ma stay poppin shit
Anybody want it? Come see me
(What?)
Fame yagga

I flows sicker like, tote quicker like
Na na pop shit like spit hot shit
Bitches love to gossip catch me in my crop shit like
I spit flame bitch fuck's my name na na
Like I'm the bitch prada wan' pitch
Rude gal, back court, big gun
Big tings a'gwan like I'm undisputed
Now y'all got to bow when you see me fuck's my name na na
Like I'm the bitch pushin' big six
Likkle broad five foot pop big shit like
See my clique ride big dick like
Swiss hole y'know handcuff shit like
Supreme bitch y'all broads is ancient
I'll bank your whole shit top draft pick like
I'm the prince Nasheem of this shit
Come test me and leave with your vest Swiss cheese like

(Na na be like)
Flawless ice shit
Sassy ass chick, I started this shit
(Na na be like)
Big bone gal
Whoa light er, come smoke the skunk ya
(Na na be like)
Yagga yagga yo
Say we nah sucky duck iffa we ain't a name brand, eh
(Na na be like)
Runnin' this here
Bet I have y'all broke bitches all runnin this year, whoa

My wrist thick light gray shit
Call me sunsplasha don' all wetness whoa
I switched up put the six up
E'rybody want chop six rock bald wrists, whoa
I've done this spit hotness
Na na tote big fifth fuck's my name? na na whoa
And my pussy niggaz wan' lick
And my big tits son a wan' come kiss
I'm me all no see when I want rudeness
And you 'onna 'ere come spit bullshit, whoa
I might care but I won't go there
I might rock this but I wan' come stick whoa
I'm the chick that'll drop my shit
'Fore a eedyot nigga wan' pay nice price whoa
It's my life and I wan' live like
Ah art gyal dis and I wan' sound like, whoa

(Na na be like)
Flawless ice shit
Sassy ass chick, I started this shit
(Na na be like)
Big bone gal
Whoa, light er, come smoke the skunk ya
(Na na be like)
Yagga yagga yo
Say we nah sucky duck iffa we ain't a name brand, eh
(Na na be like)
Runnin' this here
Bet I have y'all broke bitches all runnin this year, whoa

Bitches wan' test my aim I spray sick like lunatic
Shit better keep pushin' your shit back
Ya nah threat me oh you wanna try nani?
Beer gun shot, I need a punani dani
Woof, yagga ya suck ya mouf
Pussy what big gun inna ya mouf gal
(Eh eh, eh eh)
Na na talk greasy what?
(Eh eh, eh eh)
An' who de ras wan' see me?
(Eh eh, eh eh)
My diamonds is "Blue Streak"
Shit Tito brand, money wash my hands, Sopranos style
Eh eh eh eh
Ruger in Chanel purse
You think you're nice bitch spit behind my verse
(Eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh)
So bow down bitch, fuck's my name
Na na, wha wha? Na na, wha wha?
Na na, na na, na na, yagga yagga yo, whoa

(Na na be like)
Flawless ice shit
Sassy ass chick, I started this shit
(Na na be like)
Big bone gal
Whoa light er come smoke the skunk ya
(Na na be like)
Yagga yagga yo
Say we nah sucky duck iffa we ain't a name brand, eh
(Na na be like)
Runnin' this here
Bet I have y'all broke bitches all runnin this year, whoa

(Na na be like)
Flawless ice shit
Sassy ass chick I started this shit
(Na na be like)
Big bone gal
Whoa light er come smoke the skunk ya
(Na na be like)
Yagga yagga yo
Say we nah sucky duck iffa we ain't a name brand, eh
(Na na be like)
Runnin' this here
Bet I have y'all broke bitches all runnin this year, whoa

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I Wan'Na Be Like You - Lyrics - Jonas Brothers

Title: I Wan'Na Be Like You
Artist: Jonas Brothers
Composer(s): Richard M Sherman, Robert B Sherman

Lyric:
Now I'm the King of the swingers
Oh, the jungle VIP
I've reached the top and had to stop
And that's what's botherin' me

I wanna be a man, man cub, yeah
And stroll right in the town
I wanna be just like the other men
I'm tired of monkeyin' around

Oh, oobee doo, I wanna be like you
I wanna walk like you, talk like you, too
You'll just see it's true, an ape like me
Can learn to be human too

Now don't try to kid me, man cub
I made a deal with you
What I desire is man's red fire
To make my dream come true

And give me the secret, man cub
Clue me, I know what to do
Give me the power of man's red flower
So I can be like you

Oh, oobee doo, I wanna be like you
I wanna walk like you, talk like you, too
You'll just see it's true, an ape like me
Can learn to be human too, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, oobee doo, I wanna be like you
I wanna walk like you, talk like you, too, yeah
Oh, oobee doo, I wanna be like you
I wanna walk like you, talk like you, too
You'll just see it's true, an ape like me
Can learn to be human too, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah

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I Wan'Na Be Like You - Lyrics - Big Bad Voodoo Daddy

Title: I Wan'Na Be Like You
Artist: Big Bad Voodoo Daddy
Composer(s): Richard M Sherman, Robert B Sherman

Lyric:
Now I'm the king of the swingers, boy, Jungle V.I.P.
Well I've reached the top and had to stop and that's what's bothering me
I wanna be a man, a man-cub, stroll right into town
And be just like the other men I'm tired of monkeying around

So wooh, I wanna be just like you
I wanna walk like you, talk like you do
You see it's true, an ape like me
Can learn to be human too, yeah

Now, don't you mess with me man-cub, I made a deal with you
What I desire is man's red fire, so I can be just like you
And don't you mess with me man-cub, tell me what to do
Give me the bar of man's red fire so I can be just like you

So wooh, I wanna be just like you
I wanna walk like you, talk like you do
You see it's true, an ape like me
Can learn to be human too, yeah

Said wooh, I wanna be just like you
I wanna walk like you, talk like you do
You see it's true, an ape like me
Can learn to be human too, yeah

Said wooh, I wanna be just like you
I wanna walk like you, talk like you do
You see it's true, an ape like me
Can learn to be human too, yeah

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I Gotta Go Home - Lyrics - Will Smith

Title: I Gotta Go Home
Artist: Will Smith
Composer(s): Jimane Nelson, Theron Benymon, Ramon Adams, Arthur Brisby, Mark Sparks, Lemar Bennett, Lennie Bennett, Will Smith, Lance Bennet

Lyric:
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah baby ohh yeah
Oh yeah oh yeah yeah
I don't want nothin' baby
Makin' me weak
Makin' me weak

Girl stop shakin' you got my will breakin'
Love in Jamaica but I gotta go home
I got my girl waitin', I'm supposed to land at eight and
If I'm not their then I can't go home

Ma you got me bakin', I'm about to make a mistake and
I'm about to ask you to take me home
Please stop shakin', you got my will breakin'
Love in Jamaica but I gotta go home

Ten days I'm in Jamaica workin'
Ain't had a chance to get out
And do too much a nuthin' else but a workin'
It's killin' me

Ain't had a chance to get that chicken jerkin'
Responsibility tasting victory but desire lurkin'
He callin' me, I been recordin' writing vibin' and rhymin'
Nothin' but heat haven't even had a chance to see the island
I need that

Me and the team we got a dreamer comin'
Despite we heard about through word of mouth is club asylum
Lets finish up and like the breeze of the seas we arrive at the party
Hostess she desire flirtin' heavily with me
Got me thinkin' things I really probably shouldn't be
Every time she move, she look at me

Girl stop shakin', you got my will breakin'
Love in Jamaica but I gotta go home
I got my girl waitin', I'm supposed to land at eight and
If I'm not their then I can't go home

Ma you got me bakin', I'm about to make a mistake and
I'm about to ask you to take me home
Please stop shakin', you got my will breakin'
Love in Jamaica but I gotta go home

Every time she moves
I don't know how to act
Came to get my groove on not to get my groove back
Her eyes deep enough to swim in, she grinnin'

Her innocence inspire thoughts of sin an'
Crazy right, she got a flower so long and smilin'
Her shakin' makin Jamaica seem like temptation island
I'm wilin' 'cause man she hot

What I'm a do
Feeling like the moment of truth
Making my conscious loving and move
What's a brother to do

Makin' me feen, desire the Jamaican queen
Making me hatin' to leave 'cause the shakin' is mean
Wind ya hips, got me going fine to this island miss
But I'm monogomous so far y'all

Girl stop shakin', you got my will breakin'
Love in Jamaica but I gotta go home
I got my girl waitin', I'm supposed to land at eight and
If I'm not their then I can't go home

Ma you got me bakin', I'm about to make a mistake and
I'm about to ask you to take me home
Please stop shakin', you got my will breakin'
Love in Jamaica but I gotta go home

Could it be deseree looking at me
Sending messages sweet as free
Trying to get away but she won't let me
Oh no I'm trying to get home

Tell me what else is a man to do
Temptation is coming at you
I love my girl I've seen something new
Oh no I gotta get home

Me wan she so
She wants you so
I me na won go
She wan you so
She wan you so
I me na wan go
Me wan she so
She wan she so
I me na wan go
Me wan she so
She wan she so
I me na wan go

Girl stop shakin', you got my will breakin'
Love in Jamaica but I gotta go home
I got my girl waitin', I'm supposed to land at eight and
If I'm not their then I can't go home

Ma you got me bakin', I'm about to make a mistake and
I'm about to ask you to take me home
Please stop shakin', you got my will breakin'
Love in Jamaica but I gotta go home

I me wan she so
She wants you so
I me neva won go
She wan you so
She wan you so
I me na wan go
He wan she so
She wan she so
I me na wan go
He wan she so
She wan she so
I me nevva wan go
He wan she so
She wan she so
I me nevva wan go

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Party Hard - Lyrics - Tropical Storm - Beenie Man

Title: Party Hard
Album: Tropical Storm
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Moses Davis, Dave Kelly, Dameon Beckett, Winston Burger

Lyric:
Livelicate to all di rude boy dem from across di world and all shottas from yard
Real ballas party hard, zagga zagga zow na na na na
Here comes the musical Youth like Beenie Man Longside J
Sing for the girls dem night or day
Moving out the girls dem way
Zagga zagga zen na na
We na play
Drop top Z3, twenty-inch chrome
Shorty rolled up on me chatting on her cell phone
Cartier bracelet with ass for days
Looking all pretty in her Fendi shades
I holla how you doing and she say what?s up
Then she went on to tell me that she love my truck
I got my lady at home but what the fuck
Here you go, take my number and hit me up
Girl, I don't mean to be pushy but what is your name
Can I have your number, can I see you again
If you don't mind me asking, what you doing tonight
Can you link me at the club, aight
Keep it tight cause

We party hard and we ball (we ball)
We hit them up and they fall (they fall)
I love the shorties who be all thong up
She wan' me hit it up against the wall
(Holla at me dog!)

We party hard and we ball (we ball)
We hit them up and they fall (they fall)
I love the shorties who be all thong up
She wan' me hit it up against the wall
(Holla at me dog!)

Well into a musical thing call that?s how we roll
Some boy wan' roll deep and sell dem soul
This is Beenie Man must sell platinum no gold
This is how we roll
First class cribs
First class rides
Big ass honey sitting by my side
First class honeys want to roll with me
Cause Jamaican thugs roll VIP
Candlelight scented bubbles in her tub
Nothing but coke bottles poppin? in the club
Five-star restaurant, table for two
You get nothing but the best when you roll with my crew
We can party all night, we got chips to burn
Tracey and her friends will be taking turns
Slammin' and fun that's how we live everyday
That?s the way we players play
Zagga zagga zay

We party hard and we ball (we ball)
We hit them up and they fall (they fall)
I love the shorties who be all thong up
She wan' me hit it up against the wall
(Holla at me dog!)

We party hard and we ball (we ball)
We hit them up and they fall (they fall)
I love the shorties who be all thong up
She wan' me hit it up against the wall
(Holla at me dog!)

This a one hear name
One mil, two mil, three mil, four
Did my last tour and make three mil more
Beenie Man shopping in designer stores
House on the hill with cherrywood floors
One girl, two girl, three girl, four
Three more exes stalking my door
Honeys be acting real insecure
I'm well loved among the ladies on tour

We party hard and we ball (we ball)
We hit them up and they fall (they fall)
I love the shorties who be all thong up
She wan' me hit it up against the wall
(Holla at me dog!)

We party hard and we ball (we ball)
We hit them up and they fall (they fall)
I love the shorties who be all thong up
She wan' me hit it up against the wall
(Holla at me dog!)

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Run Dem - Lyrics - Broken Silence - Foxy Brown

Title: Run Dem
Album: Broken Silence
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): Inga Marchand, Dave Willard Antho Kelly, Dameon Beckett

Lyric:
Whoa, a what de blood claat 'em fool 'em

Who the fuck told bitches they could do what I do?
All of a sudden all y'all bitches got accents too?
Bad gyal, bitches can't do the shit that I do
Sometime a gal figure it cool

I tell a motherfucker this
Some niggaz nowadays move worse than a bitch
And as for this chick, me love bum flick on bad man dick so
Got the pussy, I got the live fo'

I'm a grown ass bitch with my own ass shit
Now hear dis and I wan' chat me a go bustin' a secret
Y'all big botty man, ya have look man bottom
Pussy watchman, you a trace gyal patton

Fuck who, niggaz wish they could fuck me
Like they never seen a hot gyal act like we
Big bumba claat star, push hot car
Big hood, and love back way all day

The way my man fuck, can't even stand up
And when he gets stiff it cum like ten dicks
Take it through my hole right through my appendix
I got a message, why don't ch'all motherfuckers sit on this?

From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down

From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down

Out of all the broads in the game, Fox is the baddest
Picture me fuckin' with a nigga half my status
Bad gal bust big gun and no wan' see me back it
Move ya bumba hole, bwoy gwon mind ya jacket

How dare y'all motherfuckers even spit my name
Cool na man, 'fore I have you X'd out the game
And tell dem all you young pussy like sugar cane
And buck yat take beer owed by queer, oh dem where dat?

Bet you wish you lucked up, and got a quick nut
Wouldn't fuck you if I was horny, or pissy ass drunk
Lucky I don't fuck around and get you stuck up
Waitin' outside your studio, collect your dub bucks

Bitch, fuck around and get that nigga gun buck
Outsider fully loaded with the gun stashed up
In front of Cactus, chrome fo' fifth
And a bag of full clip for niggaz with loose lip

From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down

From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down

How many times I got to let y'all bitches know I'm
One of a kind, can't fuck with mines?
See when Fox in the place, pure hotness a gwan
When I bust wine we na watch ya face, gwan

Ya too fraud, sound ridiculous
I'm the only trini bitch that can kick yard shit
What you know about skin out and bruck out
Like a bad gyal bunny hot style, pop pure style

Look at this wannabes comin' around me
Sick of thes fake G's tryin' to clown me
Why these niggaz be tryin' to drown me?
I'm tellin' you fools no one can bound me

Look at this wannabe's comin' around me
Sick of thes fake G's tryin' to clown me
Why you niggaz be tryin' to drown me?
I'm tellin' you fools no one can bound me

From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down

From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down

From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down

I I Inga I I Inga, Fox Brown, Baby Cham
Look at this, on the beast
Loo-loo-look at this, on the beast
Come in the brown, ro-round me
Ro-round me, fake niggas, fake niggas

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