Wonder Where My Baby Is Tonight - Lyrics - Kinda Kinks - Kinks

Title: Wonder Where My Baby Is Tonight
Album: Kinda Kinks
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
I wonder where my baby is tonight
I wonder where my baby is tonight
I wonder where my baby's gone
Hope she'll do no wrong
Lookin' for my baby, she's not around
I wonder where my baby is tonight

I wonder what on earth's my baby's doin'
If she's not at home there's trouble brewin'
If she really loves me she'll believe in what I say
Tryin' hard to find out where my baby is tonight
If she's not at home I'd better go

Well I only know I wanna see my baby
Went to call for her but
She is gone right out of sight
Looking for my baby, she's not around
I wonder where my baby is tonight

I wonder where my baby is tonight
I wonder where my baby is tonight
I wonder where my baby's gone
Hope she'll do no wrong
Lookin' for my baby, she's not around
I wonder where my baby is tonight

I hope that everything's gonna be all right
Well I wonder where my baby is tonight

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I Wonder Where My Baby Is Tonight - Lyrics - Robert Earl Keen

Title: I Wonder Where My Baby Is Tonight
Artist: Robert Earl Keen
Composer(s): Robert Earl J Keen

Lyric:
I wonder where my baby is tonight
I wonder where my baby is tonight
That street lamp ain't sayin'
The moon is out of sight
I wonder where my baby is tonight

I love her more than roses love the sun
I love her more than roses love the sun
I've told her and I've told her
Baby, you're the only one
I love her more than roses love the sun

She's been gone since early yesterday
She left here early yesterday
I lost my head and said some things
I didn't mean to say
She's been gone since early yesterday

She doesn't know the danger she'll find
She doesn't know the danger she'll find
With no one to protect her
In a world that's so unkind
She doesn't know the danger she'll find

I've been every place from Cherry Street to Main
Every place from Cherry Street to Main
My mind is sick with worry
From callin' out her name
Every place from Cherry Street to Main

I wonder where my baby is tonight
I wonder where my baby is tonight
That street lamp ain't sayin'
The moon is out of sight
I wonder where my baby is tonight

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Lights Go Off - Lyrics - Liberation - Mya

Title: Lights Go Off
Album: Liberation
Artist: Mya
Composer(s): Mya Marie Harrison

Lyric:
Hey yo, I know you're in the studio doin'
Whatever it is you do
But umm, I called you couple times, Mya
And you need to call me back
Stop playin' for real, call me back
(Lights go off, lights go off, lights go off)

I know sometimes you wonder where I'm at?
Where I be, what I'm doin', and if I'm givin' your love away
I'm not like none in your past
So it hurts when you ask, who I'm with
Like you're questionin' my loyalty

Just 'cause I don't pick up don't mean I'm doin' you wrong
Maybe I'm busy or the phone ain't ring at all
But you know I'll hold you down, tonight it's goin' down
Stop all your questions, I'mma show you that it's yours

The moment them lights go off, oh baby, baby
That's when I start to breakin' down, you got my attention now
The moment them lights go off, my baby, baby
That's when you hear them oohs and ahs
That's when I wanna take you over
The moment them lights go off

Sweet baby, baby boy, you don't have to worry none
We about to make love, love
When the lights go off then I turn on
Don't stop, don't stop we both grown
Lights go off, lights go off, lights go off, lights go off

Now I might be goin' through one of my moods
That don't mean that I'm mad at you
Just because I got things to do
Don't mean that I ain't thinkin' of you

Ain't gotta trip 'cause I got male friends
You the one that I lay down with
And please believe that I'm always here
(And boy, I promise you I'm so sincere)

When the lights go off I'll be everythin' you need
That's when I let go and give you every part of me

The moment them lights go off, oh baby, baby
That's when I start to breakin' down, you got my attention now
The moment them lights go off, my baby, baby
That's when you hear them oohs and ahs
That's when I wanna take you over
The moment them lights go off

Sweet baby, baby boy, you don't have to worry none
We about to make love, love
When the lights go off then I turn on
Don't stop, don't stop we both grown
Lights go off, lights go off, lights go off, lights go off

Baby, tonight you'll see what I'm about
So lay your worries down
And what I'mma give is only for you
I'll prove it to you now

No other man could ever earn my love, no
Turn down the lights so I can show you it's yours
100 percent baby, from my head to my toes
Every inch of me is all for you so come take it 'cause it's yours

The moment them lights go off, oh baby, baby
That's when I start to breakin' down, you got my attention now
The moment them lights go off, my baby, baby
That's when you hear them oohs and ahs
That's when I wanna take you over
The moment them lights go off

Sweet baby, baby boy, you don't have to worry none
We about to make love, love
When the lights go off then I turn on
Don't stop, don't stop we both grown
Lights go off, lights go off, lights go off, lights go off

The moment them lights go off, oh baby, baby
That's when I start to breakin' down, you got my attention now
The moment them lights go off, my baby, baby
That's when you hear them oohs and ahs
That's when I wanna take you over
The moment them lights go off

Sweet baby, baby boy, you don't have to worry none
We about to make love, love
When the lights go off then I turn on
Don't stop, don't stop we both grown
Lights go off, lights go off, lights go off, lights go off

I'm your woman, baby, yeah
I'm your woman, baby, I'm your woman, baby
You don't ever have to wonder, no
When the lights go off then I turn on

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How Come You Treat Me So Bad? - Lyrics - Southside Johnny And The Asbury Jukes

Title: How Come You Treat Me So Bad?
Artist: Southside Johnny And The Asbury Jukes
Composer(s): Steven Van Zandt

Lyric:
I wonder where's my woman tonight
She ain?t never around when I want her
Hey, Southside, have you seen my baby?
No, man, I ain?t seen her

Well, I?ve been hearin? some talk
You sure, you haven?t seen her?
Uh, uh, well, here she comes now
Well, step out the way, I gotta do some talkin?

Listen here, baby, to what I say
I break my back by working hard all day
And just when I need a little sympathy
You ain?t home

You know now baby that I don?t ask much
Just a little respect and a lovin? touch
If I support two people then why
Am I living alone?

Then I wonder, how come you treat me so bad?
You?re the most stubborn woman that I ever had
How come you treat me so bad?
Tell me ?cause I?ve got to know, I got to find out what?s going on

All the women stop and they give me the eye
But the woman I love, don?t even wonder why
I ain?t good lookin? but I don?t mind
Spending my money

Another man might dress better uptown
But he?s more likely to be messing around
Now I ain?t laughing but something sure
Seems funny, don?t it?

How come you treat me so bad?
You?re the most stubborn woman that I ever had
How come you treat me so bad?
Tell me ?cause I?ve got to know

[Incomprehensible]

I ask for chicken and you give me beans
I ask for butter, you give me margarine
I ask you for the time and you tell me
I am already too late

Someday girl, you might change your mind
You realize what you left behind
I got news for you baby, I just
Might not wait, no more

How come you treat me so bad?
You?re the most stubborn woman that I ever had
How come you treat me so bad?
I am tired of being lonely and I feel so sad

How come you treat me so bad?
You?re the most stubborn woman that I ever had
How come you treat me so bad?
Tell me ?cause I?ve got to know

That woman makes me so tired
How long can this go on?
She?s just like her mother
Yeah, I know what you mean

What you mean, you know what I mean?
Well, don?t get excited, Lee
I?m talkin? about my baby, who you talkin? about? Well, I was just, uh
Hey, where did you get that shirt? This is my shirt

Did my baby give you my shirt?
Wait a minute
I paid twelve dollars for that shirt
This is my shirt and you only paid ninety nine cents for it

Ninety nine cents, huh? I believe you?ve been steppin? out on me
Oh, yeah? Well, I don?t mind steppin? outside
Alright we can step outside but just watch the shirt
You don?t have to worry about the shirt
[Incomprehensible]

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When I'M Gone - Lyrics - Curtain Call - Eminem

Title: When I'M Gone
Album: Curtain Call
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall B Mathers Iii, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
Yeah
It's my life
In my own words I guess

Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for?
Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for?
When they know they're your heart
And you know you are their armor
And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm 'em

But what happens when karma, turns right around and bites you
And everything you stand for, turns on you, despite you?
What happens when you become the main source of a pain?
"Daddy look what I made," dad's gotta go catch a plane

"Daddy where's mommy? I can't find mommy, where is she?"
I don't know, go play Haile, baby, your daddy's busy
Daddy's writing this song, this song ain't gon' write itself
I'll give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself

Then turn right around in that song and tell her you love her
And put hands on her mother, who's a spitting image of her
That's Slim Shady, yeah baby, Slim Shady's crazy
Shady made me, but tonight Shady's rocka-by-baby

And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing
So baby don't feel no pain
Just smile back

And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing
So baby don't feel no pain
Just smile back

I keep having this dream, I'm pushin' Haile on a swing
She keeps screaming, she don't want me to sing
"You're making mommy cry? Why? Why is mommy crying?
Baby, daddy ain't leaving no more, "Daddy you're lying?

"You always say that, you always say this is the last time
But you ain't leaving no more, daddy, you're mine"
She's piling boxes in front of the door, trying to block it
"Daddy please, daddy don't leave, daddy, no stop it!"

Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace locket
It's got a picture, "This'll keep you safe daddy, take it witcha'"
I look up, it's just me standing in the mirror
These stinkin' walls must be talking, ?cuz man I can hear 'em

They're saying, "You got one more chance to do right
And it's tonight, now go out there
And show ?em that you love 'em ?fore it's too late?
And just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door
It's turns to a stage, they're gone, and this spotlight is on
And I'm singing

And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing
So baby don't feel no pain
Just smile back

And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing
So baby don't feel no pain
Just smile back

Sixty thousand people, all jumping out their seat
The curtain closes, they're throwing roses at my feet
I take a bow and thank you all for coming out
They're screaming so loud, I take one last look at the crowd

I glance down, I don't believe what I'm seeing
"Daddy it's me, help mommy, her ****** are bleeding"
But baby we're in Sweden, how did you get to Sweden?
"I followed you daddy, you told me that you weren't leavin'
You lied to me dad, and now you made mommy sad
And I bought you this coin, it says 'Number One Dad'?

"That's all I wanted, I just want to give you this coin
I get the point, fine, me and mommy are goin'"
But baby wait, "It's too late dad, you made your choice
Now go out there and show 'em that you love 'em more than us"

That's what they want, they want you Marshall
They keep screamin' your name
It's no wonder you can't go to sleep, just take another ****
Yeah, I bet you you will, you rap about it
Yeah, word, k-keep it real

I hear applause, all this time I couldn't see
How could it be, that the curtain is closing on me?
I turn around, find a *** on the ground, **** it
Put it to my brain, scream, "Die Shady" and *** it

The sky darkens, my life flashes
The plane that I was supposed to be on crashes and burns to ashes
That's when I wake up, alarm clock's ringin', there's birds singin'
It's spring and Haile's outside swinging

I walk right up to Kim and kiss her
Tell her I miss her, Haile just smiles
And winks at her little sister
Almost as if to say

And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing
So baby don't feel no pain
Just smile back

And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing
So baby don't feel no pain
Just smile back

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Spur Of The Moment - Lyrics - Red Light District - Ludacris

Title: Spur Of The Moment
Album: Red Light District
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Todd Moore, Chris Bridges, D Blake

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Lyric:
Gotta keep it a secret, ay man, let me ask you somethin' man
You ever have one of them days where you felt like
You mighta got rid of all the bad seeds in your life?
Y'knahmean like you just got your paycheck

Paid off a car note or somethin'
Just jumped out the shower feelin' fresh than a muh'fucka
Witcha good shoes on, y'knahmtalkin' 'bout?
You mean like, paid off a Cadillac car note?

Like a Cadillac, like you ready to throw a party
Like call everybody you know, don't even plan it, just do it
In Compton we call that, "Spur of the moment"
Well let's do it, spur of the moment, whattup?

Well you can bring the drinks a little mo' my way
More I say, on another hot sunny California day
Just touched down, called up my 8 1 8
Fo' a date with some other bust downs

And I cruised up the block, car losed up the top
I take the breeze, quick break the trees
Feel good as we flippin' through the Robb Report
My baby momma ain't trippin' on child support

Because she can't support that garbage, she should come pay homage
When we pair 'em, we gon' share 'em, when I'm finished we all switch
I ain't really got the time, yo I'm chillin' with Ludacris
Stop and twist the Buddha, got me feelin' like this is it

If we gon' party, we gon' sip, we got a bar
We all in shape, we gon' go far, you can't stop the car
We on the freeway, if you get out you burnt
You woulda thought you woulda learned me when my hair was all permed
I think y'all bullshittin' with it dawg

It's on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight
And for once, in my life, everything's gonna be, alright
G'd up, my mind is freed up
From the day, through the night, everything's gonna be, alright

Arabian Spruce, Seagram's bumpy and juice
We used to bag and then truce, we used to sag and get loose
Not the kind of cats that would jump in your bag for your jewels
But to put some money in it for your drink and your shoes

We get the News like MTV, every ten to the hour
We play Mario Brothers, we eat the 'shroom and get power
Now eat your sour powers, and use your dental floss
What does bein' mental cost? If you ain't knowin' you already lost

So stay with me, and let's get tipsy
Rememberin' the days on the block sippin' whiskey
Runnin' 'round grinnin', runnin' 'round sinnin'
Gettin' lit, then I wonder why my head kept spinnin'

But I'm all grown up now, less throwin' up now
Record blowed up, so my hood throwed up
Now let's break loose 'cause your boy's around
And tonight we gon' celebrate bein' allowed, right

It's on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight
And for once, in my life, everything's gonna be, alright
G'd up, my mind is freed up
From the day, through the night, everything's gonna be, alright

It's just one of those days, without a care in the world
You ain't gotta look mean, I know you care for your girl
But she's lookin' this way and I'm gonna come get her
Fresh haircut, so I'm feelin' quite kipper

Can't nothin' go wrong 'cause my strap's on my back
And if fools wanna scrap then my tool will attack
But forget the click-clack, ain't no need for the steel
Just a straight house party and some meat on the grill

If it's Los Angeles, watch a boss handle biz
I'ma put this on my kids, stupid it's an outfit
If you ain't been around the world keep yo' mouth zipped
'Cause I do religion elevation

You see I'm not normal and I'm not a homo
I'm mo' apt to shoot a porno with you in cornrows
And call it, "More Hoes, Volume 5, Volume 6"
And show it in the back of my truck, at the picnic

It's on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight
And for once, in my life, everything's gonna be, alright
G'd up, my mind is freed up
From the day, through the night, everything's gonna be, alright

It's on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight
And for once, in my life, everything's gonna be, alright
G'd up, my mind is freed up
From the day, through the night, everything's gonna be, alright

Alright
Alright

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Wild And Loose - Lyrics - The Time

Title: Wild And Loose
Artist: The Time
Composer(s): Desmond Dickerson, Prince Rogers Nelson

Lyric:
What time is it?

Hangin' by the backstage door, decked out like a queen
Your body's sayin' 21, but your face says 17
My intuition tells me, that you're waitin' for the band
Before you get your hopes up, one thing understand

Wild and loose, that's how it's got to be
'Cuz that's the only kind of dame that appeals to me
Wild and loose, the only life I know
Just havin' one big party from show to show

Talkin' trash to Jimmy Jam, tell us where the party's at
We don't care who you came with, we'll take care of that
Just meet us at the motel, room 602
Tell your mama you won't be home, 'cuz we got plans for you

Wild and loose, that's how it's got to be
'Cuz that's the only kind of dame that appeals to me
Wild and loose, the only life I know
Just havin' one big party from show to show

Universal freak delight, where'd you get those thighs?
Where did you get the nerve to wear that miniskirt so high?
Don't worry, baby, I can keep a secret for as long as snow is white
Hey Jesse? Yeah, come here man, guess what I did last night?

Wild and loose, that's how it's got to be
'Cuz that's the only kind of dame that appeals to me
Wild and loose, the only life I know
Just havin' one big party from show to show

Baby, you ain't no saint, 'cuz there ain't no in-between
Either you come or you can't, now get loose, let me hear you scream
Baby, you ain't no saint, 'cuz there ain't no in-between
Either you come or you can't, now get loose, let me hear you scream

Wild and loose, that's how it's got to be
'Cuz that's the only kind of dame that appeals to me
Wild and loose, the only life I know
Just havin' one big party from show to show

Wild and loose, ah pardon me, say it one more time
Wild and loose, I can't hit it baby, maybe I'm blind
Wild and loose, everybody know you got to be
Wild and loose, 'cuz ain't nobody cool but me, slap me

Wild and loose, somebody, somebody sing it
Wild and loose, tell your mama you won't be home
Wild and loose, everybody know you got to be
Wild and loose, ain't nobody cool but me, now break it down

{"Kim, wasn't the concert great?"
"Oh yeah, it sure was"
"Did you see Jesse up there, wasn't he fine?"
"Oh yeah"
"Morris looked so good"
"Yeah, but I think Jesse is cuter"
"Oh yeah"
"I wonder what they are doin' after the concert"
"Oh yeah, I got a strange feelin' they're nasty"
"Yeah, I bet I'll remember this concert for the rest of my life"
"So will I"}

{"Did you see Jesse's eyes, aren't they pretty?"
"Oh, they're so pretty"
"No one at school will ever believe I talked to Morris"
"On the phone last night"
"Oh, I believe you"
"His voice was so soft, he sounded so sweet"
"Oh yeah, he's so cool"
"Yeah, but now I want to meet him in person"}

{"What's happening? You girls don't want to go party tonight"
"Jerk"
"Get out, get away, eh yuck"
"Kim, you ain't gonna believe it"
"The guys from the time are right behind you"
"Are you serious?"
"No, I'm not look, I, I mean yes I am! Over there"}

{"Oh my God"
"Can you believe it? Look"
"Should I look?"
"Should I go over and see if he remembers me?"
"Oh yeah"
"But what should I say?"
"Say somethin'"}

{"Hi, hi Morris"
"Excuse me, hello, do I know you?"
"Yeah, you talked to me on the phone last night"
"Is that right? Well, you sure don't look like you sound"
"Well, excuse me"
"It's okay baby, I got things to do, I'll talk to you later"
"Jerk! That was the worst concert I've ever been to"}

Wild and loose
Wild and loose
Wild and loose
Wild and loose

Wild and loose, that's how it's got to be
'Cuz that's the only kind of dame that appeals to me
Wild and loose, the only life I know
Just havin' one big party from show to show

Wild and loose, I can't hear you singin'
Wild and loose, help me out, help me out, hey
Wild and loose, baby, I got plans for you
Wild and loose, everybody get loose

Fellas? Yeah? Where the party at?
Right here under your shoes
Fellas? Yeah? What time is it?
Time to get wild and loose

Show time fellas? Yeah? Where the party at?
Right here under your shoes
Fellas? Yeah? What time is it?
Time to get wild and loose

Fellas? Yeah? Where the party at?
Right here under your shoes
Fellas? Yeah? What time is it?
Time to get wild and loose

Fellas? Yeah? Where the party at?
Right here under your shoes
Show time fellas? Yeah? What?
Time to get wild and loose

Fellas? Yeah? Where the party at?
Right here under your shoes
That's right fellas? Yeah? What time is it?
Time to get wild and loose, tonight

Fellas? Yeah? Where the party at?
Right here under your shoes
Fellas? Yeah? What time is it?
Time to get wild and loose
Somebody bring me a mirror

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Tonight - Lyrics - Undaground Legend - Lil' Flip

Title: Tonight
Album: Undaground Legend
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): W Weston,C Bishop, O'Kelly Isley, J Jackson, Ernest Isley, Ronald Isley, Christopher Jasper, Rudolph Isley, Marvin Isley

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Lyric:
Yeah feel it
It's Lil' Flip, Seville know I'm saying
We gonna do this for the girls though, huh
Do you wanna F L I P with S E V I L L E
Flip with Seville tonight
Fo' sho' with a
Fo' sho', fo' sho', fo' sho' uh
Do you wanna F L I P with S E V I L L E
Flip with Seville tonight
Uh, check me out

You ain't got to stereotype me because I'm a rapper
'Cause after every show I be on another chapter
Not running to them hoes, but I'm running to my do
'Cause when I make money I don't shine, I just glow
If I don't work then I don't eat
So I'm not tricking 'cause I'm looking for the treats
And if you play it right girl we can take it far
How bout walking in the park, rolling in my jaguar

You know you got me hypnotized up, sliding them thighs up
Ready to slide up, open you wide up tonight
You know you got me hypnotized up, sliding them thighs up
Ready to slide up, open you wide up tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight

I wonder if I broke both arms would you right a flow for me?
If a girl scratched my car would you fight a hoe for me?
Go out of town and go get the dough for me
If I can't buy weed, would you grow for me?
If I go to jail, will you come and get me out?
If a nigga got tickets, would you go and set it out?
I don't know but I'm a find out, that's what I wanna know
'Cause I'm looking for a girl, I'm not looking for a hoe

Everyday I got a show, but I don't fuck around
And a nigga making money as soon as I touch the town
I'm a million dollar star, with a million dollar car
We could get in the jacuzzi and blow a cigar
With some hash in it, six car garage with some jags in it
Nigga got a trunk, and I got ten bags in it
Went to buy some Gucci and some Prada
And niggas know I'm a leader, Lil' Flip will never follow, holla

You know you got me hypnotized up, sliding them thighs up
Ready to slide up, open you wide up tonight
You know you got me hypnotized up, sliding them thighs up
Ready to slide up, open you wide up tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight

I was lying, about taking a walk in the park
But girl I got some weed, where's the lighter, let's spark
I'll tell you about me, you tell me about you
And if you play it right I might start calling you boo
Got to cook for a nigga, write a hook for a nigga
If you say the law's coming, then look for a nigga
'Cause a nigga need a gal, who's a ride or die chick
Excuse my French, I need a ride or die bitch

All I wanna do is come inside
Girl tonight I wanna make you feel alright
Ooh baby girl you feel so tight tonight
I like, I like, I like
All I want to do is come inside
Girl tonight I wanna make you feel alright
Ooh baby girl you feel so tight tonight

I like the way you feel tonight
I like the way you feel tonight
Did you know I love the way you feel
The way you feel is so so real

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Kisha - Lyrics - Tha Block Is Hot - Lil' Wayne

Title: Kisha
Album: Tha Block Is Hot
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Christopher Dorsey, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas, Tab Virgil

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Lyric:
Got a early call from Kisha, Kisha wanted me to meet her
She said she thought it was time to make the relationship get deeper
Said cool then I'm gon' beep ya
What would be a good time to reach ya

She said what about ten but l thought eleven would be sweeter
'Cuz she wanted me to see her, said I needed a teaser
But shit who got the keys to my Beamer
I rolled me up a blunt and got the Crystal out the freezer

I hopped in the two seater, left Nae-Nae with Macita
Vroom speed up run faster than a cheetah
Only thing on my mind is how I'm gone get all in this cheap slut
Should I use a rubber 'cause I heard she was a freak
But hey, say she keep it cleaned up but I don't want HIV bruh

I drop my top on da drop-top, her name's on my beeper
I called her on the Nokia and told her come pick me up
As soon as I got in the house she got on her knees
And grabbed my penis, ate it up like some peanuts
I said, ?Ohh Kisha?

Chopped off like a millimeter, she drunk it like a 2 liter
She blow like a pro, oh no, I got to keep her
Told her I'd be back about eleven I'm gone creep her
But don't go to sleep, I got some more meat to feed ya

Now I'm hot, I wonder what's up with Kisha tonight
I'm gone give her a call, see if it's alright
For me to dip through, she said it's all gravy
First I got to get somebody to watch my baby

Baby it's all good, I'll be there in a minute
But she didn't know I knew Wayne was already hittin' it
Soon as I pull up I see my dog runnin' out
He saw me peepin' at him but he didn't open his mouth

Soon as he pulled off, I knocked on the door
Sayin' to myself look at this dog ass hoe
It's cool what you do, you know I like my shit sucked
For you to swallow the cum and put ice on my nuts

Caught my nut, now I'm up, I'm gone holla at ya Kittie
I got studio tonight, me and da H B'eezeys
I can't be late, I'm gon' see ya when I could
Hit Juve on the hip, let him know it was all good

Oohh, ooh, there she go, on the way to the corner store
Lil Turk let me know, we done fucked the same bitch before
Say lil' mama where you headed, she told me forget it
Hop in the back seat of my car and she spread it

Say baby slow down I don't wanna fuck ya first
I want you to suck on my dick until my nuts will burst
She was a fool with it
She said she had a good teacher she went to school with it
'Cuz she knew what to do with it

I didn't want the bitch to have my car smellin'
So I took her in the alley with some K Y Jelly
Pull your shorts and your draws down to your knees
Put the rubber on the dick handle that please

I hit it she sucked it
Hit it she sucked it and sucked it
I got tired of the pussy and mouth and I said fuck it

Hey hoe, I gotta ride
My baby moma beepin' me
And she stay way on the other side

I hit B.G. on the celly
And told him that
The bitch was all good up in the alley,
Not the telly

This hoe don't know I know she fucked three of my dogs
I caught her walkin' out the alley down by the mall
She fucked Wayne, Juve, Turk, I know she ain't got no walls
But they told me she'd do a damn job on the balls

She provided the number later on gave her a call
Told her what I was thinkin' and she was down with it all
Can't deny it she was a fool kept that dick standin' tall
What she'll do a nigga, should be against the law

That's how Hot Boys play it when we finish we toss
Baby when you finish Manny Fresh down the hall
After this episode that hoe won't be able to walk
After two or three steps that hoe might fall

Now you know then Hot Boys sad ha
Get in the bitch head, end up doing somethin' bad ha
Kisha got did right, yeah
Fucked the whole Cash Money click all in one night, yeah

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Medley For A "V" (The Pussy Medley) - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: Medley For A "V" (The Pussy Medley)
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): George Archie, El De Barge, Dion Bennett, El Debarge Nathaniel Hale, Kelton Mcdonald, 2nd Ii None Crawford Wilkierson, David Blake, Calvin Broadus, Jason Lewis

Lyric:
Ay yo G-1, I been listening to this nigga Quik album
And he ain't got no songs about the pussy
You know that nigga gotta have something about the pussy
On this shit, ya feel me?
And I'm just that nigga to beat the pussy up
So uh, if you feel me like I feel you, ya know what I'm sayin'
Let me get a little piece of this thang here like that there, trip

Let a nigga from the E.S. L.B. D.P. beat that pussy
'Til it's soft and mushy, I love that bushy
And most niggas still do
Unless that bitch shit smells like mildew
And we'll do damn near anything to get it
And once I got it, I'm outtie I stay 'bout it
I sip a little tea then light up my weed
I slip on my rubber out the cover then I proceed

To give yo' little thick ass what you need
Gangsta gangsta, I'll make ya cootie cat scream
Didn't I turn ya on like a phone?
You lovin' that Doggy Dogg meaty bone
When ya moan, ya whole voice tone make me wanna
Put my bizalls in ya jizaws 'cause y'all
Know what I'm gettin' at I'm spittin' at
Nigga wanna fuck trick, so what's up bitch?

See as long as my muthafuckin' dick get hard
And I got a million dollars banked out on my credit card
No disrespect or no disregard but I'm hoppin' for that pussy
Like they used to hop for cars
My nigga DJ Q told me come on through
'Cause he got a gang of bitches that was down to do
Keep it poppin' since I'm from the big LBC
That's right down the street from Compton

I pop in the liquor store to grab some hats
A bag of ice, some blue dice and some Cognac, yeah
The pussy's good especially when it's from a whole 'nother neighborhood
How good do it get when you on that G shit
I'm strokin' that pussy 'til that bitch seasick
We dick bitches down and that's rule number 3 in the Dogg Pound
Bitch drawers down!

We won't get no radio play
But we probably get some pussy for this
What you say?
I said we won't get no radio play
But we probably get some pussy for this
You can't be, you can't be my lady
But I'll let you be, let you be my playmate

Uhh baby, let Silk whine while we 6-9
I slide on this rubber and we'll be just fine
Now if my condom broke and my ass got smoked
I'ma still get to Heaven on a little rubber boat, uhh
Snoop hit it, then I hit it too
Aww yeah, little bitch I'm talkin' 'bout you
Now all ya ever do is sit around and boo hoo
Talkin' 'bout Hi-C, I love that it's you

She said, "Where ya been?", I said, "In ya mouth"
If ya lookin' for love, then take me down South
And I'll tell you all the things to make ya laugh and giggle
While I insert my inner self up in ya tender vittles
A hot pocket Snoop Dogg told me to stop it
He heard me in the other room bangin' a broom
And baby, better do me like I'm one in a million
Check yo' feelings and point that ass to the ceiling

'Cause I'm the dick 'em down king, 'call me on the celly
Let it ring and prepare ya lips for the ding ding
And if ya got some friends, let 'em bend on over
While I ride 'em like a '98 Rover
You can wish and you want but this dick ya gonna meet
Hit ya elbows and knees and spread ya booty cheeks
And call me Daddi with a I, girl, you're doin' everything by the book
Nate Dogg, tell 'em how she looked

Girl, ya lookin' fine so fine
I wonder if you'd like to take the time to grind
If so, why don't you leave with me today, let's play
This game I call it 'touch a secret place', let's play

See first I just grab ya from behind, ya mine
And then I just push until I find that [Incomprehensible]
Right now I know you've came a couple of times, that's fine
As long as you know I have to leave in time

You can't be, you can't be, you can't be my lady
But I'll let you be, let you be my playmate
You can't be, you can't be my lady
But I'll let you be, let you be my playmate

Now ain't nothin' like tight pussy on my dick
It's the Gangsta D, baby, never saved a trick
Got a harem full of hoes mashin' to the studio
With all my niggas you will get busy, hoe
Now the first bitch, she want dick to the tonsils
My second and third wanna fuck on the console
My fourth start to leave like the Duke was shootin' shots
While my money maker walking the stroll for my knot

Got that bitch mouth smellin' like fresh cock
Young twat, if I can smell it, I'm a tell ya to get going
With a douche pack, you're makin' my nose react
Reekin' but that ain't tweed or no yak
More like 25 pounds of get back and I can tell by ya walk
It's talk back but if that ain't yo case let me take a ride
On yo' love roller coaster, pull them panties aside, KK

I'ma lead it to the left and to the right
And I'ma make ya scream and holla for more
And I bet you when I'm in it, you can't help but to admit it
You ain't never came this good before
Chivas Regal got my dick so hard
I ain't gon' make it to the house because that's too far
Mr. Quik, give me the keys to the Benzo
So I can hit it right here on the E-Lo, ha baby

I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights

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Slow Down - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: Slow Down
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): Maxwell Dixon, Brandon Aly, Jamar Dechalus, Derek Murphy, John Walter Bush, John Bradley Houser, Kenneth Neil Withrow, Edie Arlisa Brickell

Lyric:
Slow down
Slow down
Slow down

Hey baby your hips is getting big
Now you're getting thin you don't care about your wig
Now woolie-willie got a pair of my sneakers
I wonder where he got 'em 'cause I hid 'em behind my speakers
The object of your affection is the tree-top connection
Or basically you love to smoke the wools
The crack heads attract man they come up to my door
I don't smoke gems so what they knocking for

Kids love to feel on you, feds got a seal on you
Street time is limited to days
On your crack card you're getting only A's and C's for come back
Damn it's a shame you're the mighty queen of vowels
With a wide-eyed look and a rotten-toothed smile
Used to walk with a swagger now you simply stagger
From one spot on to the next spot on to the next spot on to the next

Bitch get a job from me you won't rob
'Cause I'll smack you with a hose filled with sand
Now give that to the crack man
You was fly once now you're losing all your fronts
Started out light on the tip of woolie blunts
But now you gained a stripe, graduated to the pipe
Took a long pull hype yeah, head crack head crack
You smoked up that stack and admitted you was fat
Hey yo X, wasn't that your girl? Yeah I had to drop her
'Cause she caught on the plastic and I just couldn't stop her

Slow down, slow slow down, slow down
What I am is what I am
What I am is what I am
Slow down, slow down, slow down

I knew this girl named Tropicana she's always juicing
Producing cash for my sexual task
She loves men that trick like Halloween and treat
You ain't paid then your grade is incomplete
You've got to flash dollars, to prove her
And when you do she sucks it up like a Hoover
Taking all your papes like inhalation of ace
Her nasal passages is filled with money, and it's massive

(What I am is what I am)
Well, what you are is a stunt, man
You're on a hunt and your plan is to take all you can
From my man and scram
I've seen your kind before you're not original
Just a sick mixed up individual
Giving up the crotch for a fresh gold watch
Marking off the goods you got going up another notch

Your ways and actions are like those of a savage
If the price is right, then anyone can ravage
Even Monty hall can have himself a ball if his assets are in order
What's really scary is you're somebody's daughter
So, don't come around trying to make a profit
At the expense of another man, stop it
'Cause you see you're a freak show of the town
Know what I think you ought to do is

Slow down, slow down, slow slow down
Slow down, slow down, slow slow down, slow down
What I am is what I am
What I am is what I am

As the jewels jingle from the hot young and single little stunt
A forty and a blunt, that's all she really wants
But she'll spend your papes and she'll use up all your plastic
And if you swing an ep you'd better wear a prophylactic
'Cause things are getting drastic
Slide up in the wrong one you'll end up in a casket

(Slow down)
Sister, there's no need in speeding
She was doing lays before she started bleeding
What makes a bitch want to act in this fashion?
Pulled more stunts than my man action Jackson
A real gold winner just like Bruce Jenner
Lay the bitch on the bed and then you run right in her
Puba makes no mistakes
She said, "Rock me tonight"
(For old time's sake)
Picture that
(Slow down)
You little hooker

Honey got a problem with the bends
Meaning she likes to bend over, and then she spreads the skins
The hoe is just hoe and that's without no controversy
She can make the bedsprings sing a song of mercy
Come on toots you can take a thousand douche
Scrub that ass and I'll still pass
(Slow down)
You're living foul

(Slow down, slow slow down)
Now see it ain't no reason for you to be out here skeezin'
'Cause it ain't the season
So if you want to live foul and be a dumb diddy dumb dumb bitch
Well go ahead, you're living foul
I'd like to give a special shout to my Dj Alamo on the help out
Right by my side

Slow down
Slow down
Slow down
...

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Show &Amp; Prove - Lyrics - Big Daddy Kane

Title: Show &Amp; Prove
Artist: Big Daddy Kane
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, Shyheim Dionel Franklin, Todd Eric Gaither, Antonio M Hardy, Johnny Lamar Jackson, Russell Jones, Chris E Martin, D Smith, Ricky M L Walters

Lyric:
Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga
My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger
I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real
And I'll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield

So bring your grip or you can think twice
'Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice
I'm hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon' rock it
Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket

I cut hand, you still can't get no cards
You couldn't deal with Scoob if we was playin' cards
But if I got beef and it's time for code red
My drill is like a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed
So hurry up and skedaddle

Even if you join a army, you still couldn't battle
So where you from? England, you somebody great?
You burnin' Scoob, "I don't think so mate"
I got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke

I have your friends "Ah-hah man, that shit ain't dope"
Leave me alone when I'm rocking on the microphone
and play like E.T. and phone your black ass ho-wome
Yo Sauce, if you're down with the groo-hoove
Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove

Hey, here I come with a slick rap, tic tac toe
When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back
I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder
how you got dope like Sauce, money you didn't do it

I write my own with bigger hope, drink of Scope
Wrote what I figured, nope, damn you dig a nigga doe
Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic
N.B.A. style, fann-tastic
No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed

'Cuz I like, to grab my dick with my right
Who could ever say that I don't get plenty play
Win Lose or Draw, I'm bookin whores, anyway
As I get ready I'm steady if I go crazy I'd take Eddie

If I was Fred, I think I'd have to bone Betty
Suckin' and luckin', hey, niggaz I'm duckin', nay
Nada no never meaning ain't no motherfuckin way
Rappers get gassed come on and get fast

Try to get past when I blast, and you can hand over your ass
One line and that's fear
Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear
So Shyheim, if your down with the groove
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove

Yo, yo, I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track kid
And make mad noise like a Metallica record

I'm psycho, a villain to the styles I be killin'
When I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted
'Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia
If your shit stinks I'ma flush ya, then bust ya
Like a crazy man from Cali son

My jams be packed like a Farrakhan rally, what?
You know my style, I put the F in effin' foul
The Rugged Child locks you down like Rikers Isle
And got more girls than a Trailerload with Shabba

More Super than Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada
So Big Daddy, if you're down with the groove my man
Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove

Now tell me whoooo is the man?
With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand
And steppin' to me, thinkin' I can be touched? Huh
Not even Michael Jordan'll gamble that much, yo

I get down on it and give it to rappers
That even act like they want it
I come for your title kid, run it!
Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit

Ahh yeah, that's that shit
Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia
That is I thrown ya, scold ya, Jones ya, I tried to warn ya
You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia
What did I just show ya, real lyrics doggone ya

Look inside my rap book at every text my man
And see that I got, more essays than the Mexican
The Messiah that's feared great, leavin' rappers in a weird state
Scared straight, for their prepared fate

Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant
So well in it with every single element
And competition gets none! Huh
If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn't give me no run

I see the way you're trying to get to me
But with with speech impediment, man you gotta come better G
You're hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again
Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with

The non-resistable, non-competible
No no I'm not sayin' I'm the best
I'm just sayin I'm fuckin' incredible!
And let's just make one more thing understood

That if I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good
So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove

Uh, one checkin' it two, checkin' it three
Check out the J, check out the A
Check out the Y, check out the Z, Hey G!
I'm breaking MC's up like EPMD
And these nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me

I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow
I've been in it runnin' a hundred miles I'm well endowed, baby gal
Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggaz can't fuck with
The, incredible skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid
And ain't no eatin me up, you fast fuckin' with jigga

I'm like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga
When I rock it it's in the pocket, baby mop it don't knock it
Till you try it, once you start, you can't stop it
I'm the cocky breed, I'm dope like poppy seed

I live one rent from besides that be
between get off my dick and stop jockin' me
When I bust a rhyme you're diggin' the sound
I know you lovin' the way it's, goin' down baby
So Ason huh, if you're down with the groove, why don't ya
Get on the mic and show and prove

Come on, Wu-Tang killa bees on a swarm
Rain on your college ass, disco dorm
Slippery when wet and don't you ever forget
You couldn't get a flick, of the hype outfit

Because the way that I dress this style mad wild
Enough to make a crowd of women scream "Ow!"
Whether at a party or just in bed
All thoughts on Ason, keep that in your head

Yuh, my beats are funky and my rhymes are spunky
Sometimes I'll be like "Well god damn what's the recipe?"
I don't know, I ask my momma she don't know
she says "Go ask you goddamned father!"
It's all about me in the place to be

Niggas thing they all that, yo, that shit is G
Mad game and it's a motherfucking shame
How many enemies wanna claim the name
Of Ason, who carries on like a manager
Yo sounds fly right danger

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Friday - Lyrics - Chemically Imbalanced - Ying Yang Twins

Title: Friday
Album: Chemically Imbalanced
Artist: Ying Yang Twins
Composer(s): Michael Antoine Crooms, J. Duplessis, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson, Wyclef Jean

Lyric:
Fri-fri-friday
Fri-fri-friday
Fri-fri-friday

See it don't really matter what yo' boss got ta say
We can't make ya mad
See it's pay day, you got double over time
Ain't nothin' on yo' mind

Time to recline, hit the club
We gon ride 'cause it's Friday

Friday
Friday
Friday

Ain't no sweat, give me my check, let me jet
Go get fresh, look my best
Better then the rest, best in the flesh
Greater then lest

Take you the pass, yes, I'm the head
Rub my glass, second best on the verse

I'm the worse when I'm on tha
When I play I look fly
All the girls wanna, all the girls wanna
Ride thro the hood with a Chevy dom

The south got bottom and we love the thump
The bass gon vibrate in the trunk
The thump gon make the body hump

It's Friday, it's pay day
Everything gon' go my way day
Everybody gonna hear what I got to say
I'm out this bitch 'til Monday

It's Friday, it's pay day
Everything gon' go my way day
Everybody gonna hear what I got to say
I'm out this bitch 'til Monday

I'm off the clock, I'm turning the block
The club is the place where the party gon' rock
I'm off the clock, I'm turning the block
The club is the place where the party gon' rock

You been workin' all week, didn't get much sleep
But today is the last day, time to go play
Get yo check, get out that bitch
You know where to go to get crunk with it

Hit the club, get you drank on
Hit the dance flo', get yo' crank on
Party over here get crunk over there
Everybody's hands in the motherfuckin' air

Hot but you feelin' good
You ain't on the clock so it's all good
You havin' you a ball, you with yo' dogs
And the club packed from wall to wall

See it don't really matter what yo' boss got ta say
We can make ya mad
See it's pay day, you got double over time
Ain't nothin' on yo' mind

Time to recline, hit the club
We gon ride 'cause it's Friday

Friday
Friday
Friday

Just got paid, it's Friday night
Hit the mall get fresh
Hit the club tonight
Damn right, party 'til it's time end

On Saturday I be back again
It's the weekend, baby, have a blast
You thru with yo' drank
Have anotha glass

Get yo ass on the dance flo'
Have some fun
You in the middle of the crowd, nigga
Burn you one

They drankin', they thankin' the weekend last forever
But before you leave the club you need to pull you together
While you sippin' and tippin' you need to check you ride
Because you don't want to go outside and catch a dui

Warning Fridays usually lead to high volumes
Of drinking, smoking and partying

It's Friday, it's pay day
Everything gon go my way day
Everybody gonna hear what I got to say
I'm out this bitch 'til Monday

It's Friday, it's pay day
Everything gon go my way day
Everybody gonna hear what I got to say
I'm out this bitch 'til Monday

I'm off the clock, I'm turning the block
The club is the place where the party gon' rock
I'm off the clock, I'm turning the block
The club is the place where the party gon' rock

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
It's with great pleasure for me
To introduce to you my Wyclef John

Aitte, now I know y'all crunk
We gon keep y'all crunk
We bringin' back that funky shit
Ying Yang and Wyclef in this bitch

But I would like to introduce to y'all
My man, the wonder boy
But y'all may know him
As Jerry Wonder on the bass guitar

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Ackrite - Lyrics - Dr. Dre 2001 - Dr. Dre

Title: Ackrite
Album: Dr. Dre 2001
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, Brian Anthony Bailey, Melvin Bradford

Lyric:
It's fuckin' ackrite
Question is, can I get some? Knahmsayin'?
Ackrite bitch
When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, you knahmsayin'?
When I yank you by the fuckin' perm
Don't be lookin' at a nigga crazy
Just get with the digits and be the fuck out, you knahmsayin?
Let me break it down for y'all

It was just one of those days when I wanted to catch sunrays
Fun to get blunted on a Sunday, afternoon
Nigga babe got room, grab the gat for misbehaviors
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin' hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom like the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama or, end up clownin' whores
Around the full good-to-go girls

Like them Barbicose girls, ridin' shotgun, baby
I be postin' all-world in the ride
Sippin' 151 that gave me too much pride to back down
Soon as we get to the beach I'ma put my fuckin' Mack down
I'm playin' lead, not the background
It's time to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite I'ma have to ack-wild

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggaz don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right)

Drink kickin' in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't know big words, I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool 'til some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and pose
Plus we watchin' hoes with lots of flesh exposed
Gettin' swarmed by those type of niggaz with no game but brown-nose
So I impose only like pros can

"Yo, is this your man?" "No" Grab the bitch's hand
"I'm Hittman", bling, gold chain gleam
"You're very eligible for my summer league team"
Maybe too extreme 'cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethern
I got mad, spit flame on the name Stefan, tattooed on her arm
Hoe you ain't the bomb, must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggaz don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think twice
(And a give a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite
(So give a nig' some ackrite)

Frontin' on the ack-rite, causin' me to act up
Good Samaritan save that hoe from gettin' slapped up
My homies crack up at the scene I made
Yo, my actions ain't serene when a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the one-time brigade
I woulda sprayed at the hooker tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break camp, make tracks
Where else can we go to take hoes from fake Macks

Aiyyo, chase them girls in that black Maxima
The passenger, almost fractured her, neckbone, lookin' back at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an EP tonight so I don't have to keep in touch
Keep it on hush without the tip-in
Mackin' interrupted by some niggaz set-trippin'
Clip in the strap, I showed these niggaz how to act

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggaz don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right)

Biatch

{I just wanna put my dick on your shoulder
So you can put it on your mind later on
Take that dick off your shoulder
And put it in your mouth
Drink the evidence
And hide the dick behind your head
The police is comin
It's called ten
Put this dick behind your head}

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I'M Not Scared - Lyrics - Eighth Wonder

Title: I'M Not Scared
Artist: Eighth Wonder
Composer(s): Chris Lowe, Neil Tennant

Lyric:
Your life's a mystery
Mine is an open book
If I could read your mind
I think I'd take a look

I don't care, baby
I'm not scared

What have you got to fight?
What do you need to prove?
You're always telling lies
And that's the only truth

I don't care, baby
I'm not scared

Tonight, the streets are full of actors
I don't know why
Oh, take these dogs away from me
Before they, they bite

What have you got to say
Of shadows in your past?
I thought that if you paid
You'd keep them off our backs

But I don't care, baby
I'm not scared

What have you got to hide?
Who will it compromise?
Where do we have to be
So I can laugh and you'll be free?

I'd go anywhere, baby
I don't care
I'm not scared

I don't care, baby
I'm not scared

Tonight, the streets are full of actors
I don't know why
Oh, take these dogs away from me
Before they, they bite

Tonight, I fought and made my mind up
I know it's right
I know these dogs still snap around us
But I can, I can fight

If I was you, if I was you
I wouldn't treat me the way you do
If I was you, if I was you
I wouldn't treat me the way you do, you

If I was you, if I was you
I wouldn't treat me the way you do
If I was you, if I was you
I wouldn't treat me the way you do, you

I'm not scared, baby
I don't care
I'd go anywhere, baby
I'm not scared

I'm not scared
Oh, I'm not scared

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Rockin' And Rollin' - Lyrics - Confessions Of Fire - Cam'Ron

Title: Rockin' And Rollin'
Album: Confessions Of Fire
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Paris Grey, Cameron Giles, Jermaine Dupri, David Wolinski, Kevin Saunderson, W Devaughn

Lyric:
Let's rock and roll baby, Killa Cam
Yea, So So Def, y'all know, Untertainment
Y'all know, I'm here now, come on

Ey yo, you wonder who I are? I guzzle up at the bar
But you see me in the car that start with the double R
Range Rover, Rolls Royce even got a Rocky Rolly
See more ice than a hockey goalie, baby eating guacamole
I did without, now I live it out, cars got to whip it out
Every year I get it out, Why I be long gone
Where maybe Hong Kong, girls with their thong on
I'm playing Don Juan

Drinking Char Don, where the trauma
You smoke weed what you think girl
Start the car up, take her on a long ride
Yo, she think my steering wheel on the wrong side
No I'm sorry, this is the Ferrari, lemon like Bacardi
Rock with safari but la de la de, we like to party
And every night believe
We going to leave with somebody

We be rockin' and rollin'
Now we rollin' and smokin'
On the phone and we chokin'
While you strollin' and hopin'
For the tone which you spoke in
And I know that you're open
Pour some Branson lie and a brand new five
Hot man, God damn, Killa Cam we be live

Ey yo, come on girlfriend I ain't no act of willy
So when you around here don't be acting silly
Ask her did he, come on, I got the baddest biddies
Ass is pretty, like hoes down in Magic City
Now you smoke hoes and the coco
Niggas say I'm loco 'cause I'm low low from the puffo
Every night I stroke hoes, no no for homos
F doing promos, I was Def already I just added to So So

Wherever we at, ready to act, better be strapped
I live the life around me, whoever is telling me that
And when it come to the cash, bet I'm heavy with that
If your man want to bet, bet he be cracked
And your little girlfriend, she was wet off the bat
From the Chevy tonight, yo i'll bet she be back
For the one night stand, yeah, the sex in the sack
Yo I ask her if she miss it then I tell her to kiss it, come on

We be rockin' and rollin'
Now we rollin' and smokin'
On the phone and we chokin'
While you strollin' and hopin'
For the tone which you spoke in
And I know that you're open
Pour some Branson lie and a brand new five
Hot man, God damn, Killa Cam, we be live

Ey yo, your girl around me that's like sand to a beach
Or a gram to a K or a branch to a tree, your money
That?s my advance to cheat
And you'll see me and Lance to the V
Yeah acting wild, Jimmy back me, child
How long you think an ounce gonna last me now
But I love when hoes call me, the cats meow
'Cause I run up in them and I make their cat meow

Are you hip to the dive, how we get to the thighs?
Half of my game, yo, that shit be a lie
But it's true about Duke from the hoop to the five
And I'm right behind him in a coup that we drive
Baby am I slick, oh, your friends are sick
To see me and my chicks in DKNY kicks
And my clique, we get the dank and bounce
And put another half a mil in my bank account

We be rockin' and rollin'
Now we rollin' and smokin'
On the phone and we chokin'
While you strollin' and hopin'
For the tone which you spoke in
And I know that you're open
Pour some Branson lie and a brand new five
Hot man, goddamn, Killa Cam, we be live

Untertainment, So So Def collabo
You know, yeah

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