It'S In The Way You Use It - Lyrics - Eric Clapton

Title: It'S In The Way You Use It
Artist: Eric Clapton
Composer(s): Eric Clapton, Robbie Robertson

Lyric:
It's in the way that you use it
It comes and it goes
It's in the way that you use it
Boy don't you know

And if you lie you will lose it
Feelings will show
So don't you ever abuse it
Don't let it go

Nobody's right till somebody's wrong
Nobody's weak till somebody's strong
No one gets lucky till luck comes along
Nobody's lonely till somebody's gone

It's in the way that you use it
It comes and it goes
It's in the way that you use it
But boy don't you know

It's in the way that you use it
It comes and it goes
It's in the way that you use it
And boy don't you know

And if you lie you will lose it
Feelings will show
So don't you ever abuse it
Don't let it go

I've seen dark skies never like this
Walked on some thin ice never like this
I've told you white lies never like this
Looked into true eyes never like this

It's in the way that you use it
Boy don't you know
So don't you ever abuse it
And don't let it go

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It'S In The Way That You Use It - Lyrics - Eric Clapton

Title: It'S In The Way That You Use It
Artist: Eric Clapton
Composer(s): Eric Clapton, Robbie Robertson

Lyric:
It's in the way that you use it
It comes and it goes
It's in the way that you use it
Boy don't you know

And if you lie you will lose it
Feelings will show
So don't you ever abuse it
Don't let it go

Nobody's right till somebody's wrong
Nobody's weak till somebody's strong
No one gets lucky till luck comes along
Nobody's lonely till somebody's gone

It's in the way that you use it
It comes and it goes
It's in the way that you use it
Boy don't you know

It's in the way that you use it
It comes and it goes
It's in the way that you use it
Boy don't you know

And if you lie you will lose it
Feelings will show
So don't you ever abuse it
Don't let it go

I've seen dark skies, never like this
Walked on some thin ice, never like this
I've told you white lies, never like this
Looked into true eyes, never like this

It's in the way that you use it
Boy don't you know
So don't you ever abuse it
Don't let it go

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Grandma - Lyrics - Who Is Mike Jones? - Mike Jones

Title: Grandma
Album: Who Is Mike Jones?
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Mike A Jones, Antwan Thompson, Kevin Duane Mccord

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Lyric:
DJ Michael Watts
DJ Slice, turn me up mayne, turn me up
This heah for my grandma mayne, I love you baby
The whole family miss you baby
I'm fin' ta tell the world, how important you was to me

Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
The way you used to hold me, the way you used to hold me
The way you used to show me, the way you used to show me
Befo' you left you told me befo' you left you told me
That I was gonna have to keep the family up
(Mike Jones!)

April 14th was when, I felt I lost a friend
I damn near stopped rappin', damn near stopped pimpin' pens
Cousin locked in the pen, when will this drama end?
I get success but it feels like my stress begins
At 17 thought I was grown, had to move on
Moved out Jones home, had to do this on my own
My grandma left my life, I felt it wasn't right
I get awards and I break down and I cry on sight
My grandma left my life, I felt it wasn't right
I get awards and I break down and I cry on sight
My grandma left my life, I felt it wasn't right
I get awards and I break down and I cry on sight

'Cause she ain't here wit me, but I know she hearin' me
Beg and plead, that she could still be here next to me
Even though you passed and left, yo' memories are kept
In my mind, heart, and soul even on my shelf
Now I'm left with cousin Jessie and
Me and my brother June, my mother and
Even though sometimes I get too busy to touch you
From me to y'all I want y'all to know I love you

Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
The way you used to hold me, the way you used to hold me
The way you used to show me, the way you used to show me
Befo' you left you told me, befo' you left you told me
That I was gonna have to keep the family up
(Mike Jones!)

Grandma remember when we used to play
Them bones and you would skunk us
And you never had a problem punkin' us in front of company
Wally just had a son he's a daddy, I'ma uncle now
Wally just had a son he's a daddy, I'ma uncle now
Latran playin' ball, I pray to God he goes pro

And Gary Jr. gettin' bigger, I just thought I'd let you know
That the family's okay, every thang's cool and straight
Juanita and Nicky just told me to tell you they said, ?Hey?
And I pray day to day that the Lord'll pave the way
And you keep lookin' down here just smilin', just showin' ya pretty face
And I still hang around my homies that you see while you were here
Oh and my girl better than ever, she too wish you was here

You know I'm grown now, so I'm puttin' food on the table
24 years old and I got my own label
Ice age entertainment, we about to take it over
T. Boy rappin' now he's mellow, and Wally is lil' soldier
Boy still rolls with me, we close shoulder to shoulder
That gator that you gave my granny I use it to sew the game up
Me and she was partners, we both now CEO's
It's all good but I wish you was able to see me grow

Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
The way you used to hold me, the way you used to hold me
The way you used to show me, the way you used to show me
Befo' you left you told me, befo' you left you told me
That I was gonna have to keep the family up

Man, it's crazy y'knahmsayin'?
Dis the main reason here, she the main reason why
Y'all listenin' to me today y'knahmsayin'?
True story check it out, true story
A lot of people always used to wonder
How I got up in the game y'knahmsayin'?

My grandma was, 99.9 percent of the reason y'knahmsayin'?
It's crazy though, I mean, I used to go to strip clubs all the time and
Try to get people to listen to my CD, you know?
And they be like who are you? And I'm like Mike Jones
And they'd be like who y'knahmsayin'?

And I used to always tell my grandma
And she used to always tell me
To use that y'knahmsayin'?
'Cause they gon' regret what they did to me y'knahmsayin'?
So I started usin' it, and it worked y'knahmsayin'?

And it's it's just crazy mayne y'know?
I started sayin' my name a lot y'knahmsayin'?
I started givin' my phone number out y'knahmsayin'?
When people was tellin' me that it wasn't gon' work
My grandma was tellin' me to do it y'knahmsayin'?
She told she seen a vision and, that's a hell of a vision y'knahmsayin'?

And really I started givin' out my album, I started promotin' it
And all the stuff that y'all been hearin' me do
I got it from her y'knahmsayin'?
And and that's the main reason, why I'm here today y'knahmsayin'?
And and it's crazy man, it's crazy y'know
I'm I'm, I'm here and y'all listenin' to me, y'know
So I never woulda ever thought

That I'd have the whole world listenin' to Mike Jones, man
It's crazy man, I didn't even wanna use my real name, y'know?
But grandma was like, boy you better use that name
It's gon' blow you up one day y'knahmsayin'?
And I was like man you don't know what'chu talkin' about
And now I'm here, who is Mike Jones? Holla at'cha boy

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When It'S On - Lyrics - Living Legends - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: When It'S On
Album: Living Legends
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Dominique Deleon, Jeremy Graham, P Smith, M Goodwin

Lyric:
It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah
It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah
It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah
It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah

I'm just a drop top flippin', flippin'
Fifth of yacht sippin', sippin'
Dope crack that's going in the strip clubs tippin'
M J G ah, P I M P Ah

Fuck a blind date, oh no, I got to see her
The new millennium poet
Forever show it, can't blow it
If you reap it, you sow it

I, pay my, dues and it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes and money in my sock

Shit, I had hoes way before I was nationally famous
I was in the hood strapped up good watchin' my anus
I'm a target splitter
The world's strongest man hardest hitter

Even though you hate, I still elevate regardless nigga
Step to us boy, look what you done started
And we don't even care that your arsenal be the largest

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone

Look, you niggaz play too much Mayne you need to pump yo' brakes
Keep a heater nigga need for them restless snakes
Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space
Dodging snitches police niggaz jumping state to state

What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody?
The kind of nigga that's gone end up being a dead body
Yo' wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol' daddy
They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley

It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul
For bricks or snow, niggaz will fuck you like a dirty hoe
Kick yo' door and put you and your babies on the floor
See you in public fuck who with you let the thang go

A nigga tell you don't let business turn personal
Fuck what they say cause for gram a nigga hurtin' you
Niggaz out here hurtin' fool nothing is for free Mayne
Fuckin' with the game that's how that shit be Mayne

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone

I was torn this bitch came from the streets I was born
Pussy like a little kitty back yellow as corn
I don't go around poppin' shit wit' niggaz who talkin'
Them niggaz ain't talkin' no more closed coffin

Not often do you see a nigga loyal as I
Like that boy from best eye nigga ready to die
For my bread and them niggaz that considered me family
Hold it down Mayne I got you 'til we up there wit' granny

'Cause as soon as I start writing I start going through physical
Deeper into my spiritual I'm so fuckin' lyrical
MJG the realest the truth the definition
Just call me the competition, I'm still stomping and pimpin'

I'm still working with Diddy, still fuck wit the hood
I got the key to the city, the streets is all good
My leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded
I'm still hoping and praying to God, I don't use it

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on

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Meltdown - Lyrics - Cookbook - Missy Elliott

Title: Meltdown
Album: Cookbook
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Scott Spencer Storch, Melissa A Elliott

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Lyric:
Bet it, bet it taste like candy
Bet it, bet it taste like candy
Bet it, bet it taste like candy

I broke up wit my ex, I couldn't take his sarcasm
Everytime we bone, I had to fake an orgasm
Moanin' and groanin' tried to make him feel manly
I'd rather use my toys, plus my hands come in handy

I finally told him that my heart was somewhere else
Whenever we sexed, I wished that he was someone else
That dude that approached me at the bar the other night
That be the mister right and hot enough to melt some ice

I think I'm in love like Beyonce be with Jigga
It's not his major figure that want him to be my nigga
He got that magic stick that make my little pussy quiver
Juices runnin' like a river slowly down my kitty litter

Boy, I'm so glad I found a nigga like you
A thug like you to make a girl say, "Oh"
Hope he feel as strong as my po hah do
With you by my side, it's like I'm drunk off boo

If you be my man, only my man
I wouldn't mind tastin' your magic stick, c'mon
(Magic stick)
If you don't cheat or sleep around
Ain't nothing wrong wit tastin' your magic stick

I bet it taste like candy
(Candy)
Meant to melt in my mouth
(Yes)
I know you got planet, baby you the shit
Now what you workin' wit
(C'mon)
Candy meant to melt in my mouth
I know you got planet

I like the way, I like the way
I like the way, I like the way
(Work that magic stick)
I like the way you work your stick boo
(Work that magic stick)
The way you work it like voodoo
(Work that magic stick)

The way you wind, and you wind and you grind
Don't stop the way you work your stick, baby
(Work that magic stick)
(Work that magic stick)
The way you work your stick, baby
(Work that magic stick)
Keep on and keep on, and keep on keep goin'

My ex boyfriend had to go
He didn't know how to work that magic stick
(Magic, magic, magic)
But I found a guy that sure do love
It's so true his love is classic, yeah, ohh

I bet it taste like candy
(Candy)
Meant to melt in my mouth
(Melt in your mouth, boy)
I know you got planet, baby, you the shit
Now what you workin' wit
Candy meant to melt in my mouth
I know you got planet

I like the way, I like the way
I like the way, I like the way
(Work that magic stick)
I like the way you work your stick boo
(Work that magic stick)
The way you work it like voodoo
(Work that magic stick)

The way you wind, and you wind and you grind
Don't stop the way you work your stick, baby
(Work that magic stick)
(Work that magic stick)
The way you work your stick, baby
(Work that magic stick)
Keep on and keep on, and keep on keep goin'

I could play gin and you could play J.D.
If you like Beyonce you could play Jay-Z
Check for them other chicks 'cos they not me
They're just some copy cats there's only one Missy

M to the I double S don't test
I'm hard as the cushion on a bullet proof vest
But you got me whipped like slaves in the days
You're cool as the shade and ice and lemonade

I think I wanna marry, your baby I will carry
Guess it's necessary and on the contrary
You be mister right and mister legendary
The more I fall in love the more it gets scary, c'mon

(Work that magic stick)
I like the way you work your stick boo
(Work that magic stick)
The way you work it like voodoo
(Work that magic stick)

The way you wind, and you wind and you grind
Don't stop the way you work your stick, baby
(Work that magic stick)
(Work that magic stick)
The way you work your stick, baby
(Work that magic stick)
Keep on and keep on, and keep on keep goin'

I think I'm in love like Beyonce be with Jigga
I think I'm in love like Beyonce be with Jigga

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Way - Lyrics - Pleasure & Pain - 112

Title: Way
Album: Pleasure & Pain
Artist: 112
Composer(s): Anthony Waters, Shawn C Carter, Ricardo Thomas, Johnata M Austin, Jermaine Dupri, Stephen Ellis Garrett, Dwight Grant

Lyric:
This is the time where you
All should report to the dance floor
112, So So Def

Stop, wait a minute, hold up love
JD plus 112, add that up now that equals
Me seeing you and see through
What ever the change, I let a bottle of three do

Jeans by E V Zoo check out the V to
A roof free coupe, do you like what you see boo?
2, 3, 2, 40 59
Left the cold timber hi shortie, think she a dime

Me on the Mic showed her be sexing going on
Talking reckless on the phone, she'll be naked waiting home
Soon as I undress it's on, she'll be screaming
Jermaine to six in the morning

Girl, I need to see you right away
See there's something on my mind 'bout you and I
That I gotta say, oh baby
Lately we've been talking on the two way

About watcha like, about what I like
And I think it's time we do something about it

It's been too long since you had a man in your life
And whether you know we can not
You need someone to touch that spot that you love
Baby, I'm willing to give you what you've been missing

Don't tell my, girl, don't tell my girl about it
What I need to know is

Do you want me in the way
The way that I want you, way that I want you
Baby, I want you, would you freak me
Could you freak me in the way that I freak you
Way I freak you, baby, I freak you, would you let me

I use to want you so bad years ago
Now the feelings come back, baby, it's bad
It's a little bit stronger than before
Is it wrong if I touch ya

Where your man didn't touched ya
When he had you, baby
Don't say no, baby
Just let me have my way with you

It's been too long since you had a man in your life
And whether you know we can not
You need someone to touch that spot that you love
Baby I'm willing to give you what you've been missing

Don't tell my girl, don't tell my about it
What I need to know is

Do you want me in the way
The way that I want you, way that I want you
Baby, I want you, would you freak me
Could you freak me in the way that I freak you
Way I freak you, baby, I freak you, would you let me

Do you want me in the way
The way that I want you, way that I want you
Baby, I want you, would you freak me
Could you freak me in the way that I freak you
Way I freak you, baby, I freak you, would you let me

Get your freak on, get your freak on
Get your freak on, get your freak on
Get your freak on, get your freak on

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Flip Reverse - Lyrics - Now Or Never - Blazin Squad

Title: Flip Reverse
Album: Now Or Never
Artist: Blazin Squad
Composer(s): Lee Collin Bailey, Marcel S Somerville, Thomas N Beasley, Mustafa Armando Omer, Oliver C Georgiou, Andrew Ian Murray, James Terence Murray, Christian Ballard, Stuart James Baker, Samuel David Foulkes, Jane S Vaughn, James Victor Mackenzie, Christopher Mckeckney

Lyric:
Hey, I wanna see you work it, baby
I want you to be my lady
I love the way you move your body
Ooh, you drive me crazy

I'm a do it real good if you know how I felt
We could take it downstairs, like below the belt
Whatever you want, I got it, I'm hot baby ya want it
Love solid for hours, not even Austin Powers could top it
I'll groove better than you, slew better than me
Cruise over, use the penny and prove that I'm ready
Prefer it with many but really I don't care
'Coz this chick so bling it's gettin' frosty in here

Me and the boys, we'll be blazin' it up
So baby girl, take a ride in the back of the truck
If you wanna get down lemme know who you are

Girl, I love the way you work it
And if you let me, I'm gonna flip reverse it
(C'mon baby, work it for me, oh)

Girl, I love the way you work it
And if you let me, I'm gonna flip reverse it
(Gonna flip reverse it, baby)

I'm the kind of boy that like a lot of heat undercovers
Sittin' on some cheddar, need to work you, girl
But I'm the type, more like to pick up the mic
And bless this crowd with my flows, while you stare and grind
And I will bring my click, 'coz that's how we roll
And I'll take these chicks and I'll take them home
I'm makin' sure none of us leave this place alone
I gotta get a honey here and get her alone, come on

Me and the boys, we'll be blazin' it up
So baby girl, now take a ride in the back of the truck
If you wanna get down lemme know who you are

Girl, I love the way you work it
And if you let me, I'm gonna flip reverse it
(C'mon baby, work it for me, oh)

Girl, I love the way you work it
And if you let me, I'm gonna flip reverse it
(Gonna flip reverse it, baby)

This girl don't know that she'll be dealin' with melo
I see you grindin' in the club, cheek's soft like a pillow
Will make you hotter than an oven if ya gimme a second
'Coz I'm consistent, when it comes to pleasing girls I'm a blessing

Yo, flip it, rip it, lick it, girls strip it, yo, can you kick it
The mic is the ticket, goes to sip it
Freeky deeky shit, flick it, lick it good
And put it in the place is where you should and cannot the hood
No one gives you the feelings the way I could

Girl, I wanna see you work it, baby
I want you to be my lady
I love the way you move your body
Ooh, you drive me crazy

Girl, I wanna see you work it, baby
I want you to be my lady
I love the way you move your body
Ooh, you drive me crazy

Girl, I love the way you work it
And if you let me, I'm gonna flip reverse it
(C'mon baby, work it for me, oh)

Girl, I love the way you work it
And if you let me, I'm gonna flip reverse it

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Nature Of The Business - Lyrics - My Soul - Coolio

Title: Nature Of The Business
Album: My Soul
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): D Griffin, Artis Ivey, Jack Tempchin, Arlene Wilson, Glenn Lewis Frey

Lyric:
It's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose
It's the nature of the business
It's the smugglers who lose

I got a little proposition, homey, check it out, we gonna put it down
'Cause you and I go way back and I know you done been around
These peeps that I know done put me up on some shit
Nigga, we could all come up loc, we could all make grips

Now I ain't talkin' 'bout no bullshit ass flippin' Z's
I'm talkin' Trump type access, they comin' off a gang of keys
Now what excuse you got to play?
You got a wife and baby on the way?
Well, that makes it mo better, we gon' work this shit together

We gonna stack enough loochie to get your girls gift from Gucci
And send your baby to college and ain't no gettin' caught
'Cause we gon' use the type of knowledge
That they never tripped off of befo'
They ain't even ready for this hellified shit we got in sto'
(That's right)

And I done used the G to hook up that manpower
Shit have the okay to folks taught Pillsbury how to push flour
(Right)
Now all we gotta do is make sure this shit go through, partna
Now call your crew 'cause we got work to do

It's a fifty-fifty chance that you can get stuck
And then snake eyes are crafted and we shit outta luck
(It's the roll of the dice)
(That you can't afford to lose)

But if we make this shit work the whole crew gon' come up
With thousands in the Seiko's Dane's and fat pocketbooks
(It's the nature of the business)
(It's the smugglers who lose)

Next level in the game, homey, it's time to get this shit movin'
We went up fifty keys on speck and now we got some shit to prove it
(Right)
We got the contacts in Vegas that's where we go got our troops
They'll be the ones in the casino lines dressed in blue suits

And afta Shorty Vic, and Spider done picked up the shit
They gon' lay low a few days to make the trip look legit
(That's right)
But, just in case them niggaz get any fucked up ideas
We gon' send Wino and Big Homie to watch our back with the gear
(Right)

And then them niggaz gonna take the midnight train to Dallas
(Dallas)
We got to hook up them baggage plans to Ras Kass, Misses Alice
The cool thing about her is that if she get caught
It's still all in the family so she ain't gonna sell a nigga out

Aight, then, maybe they should get a U-Haul pack that shit in a mattress
Nah, they best go Greyhound, it's still the same as motherfuckin' taxes
And all we gotta do is hold our breath about three more days
And cross our fingers and hope nobody get popped along the way

You can make this quick lick and be set up for life
But if your ass get stuck, I hope it ain't your third strike
(It's the roll of the dice)
(That you can't afford to lose)

And them things you last expect, sometimes out there waitin'
But I hope you understand if you caught then you ain't got shit to say
(It's the nature of the business)
(It's the smugglers who lose)

It's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose
It's the nature of the business
It's the smugglers who lose

Everything is goin' according to plan
This shit is on its way to the man, to the man
Sit next to the goddamned man
(Right)

But there's one thing you should know
There's some bustas on the bus talkin' loud
And drinkin' and actin' the fool that shit ain't cool
(Say what?)

Now, I don't want to have to switch this loc
So, send some bodies to the next stop
To get this under control
(They on their way)

But be aware that
They all wearin' navy uniforms
And they got medals and patches and shit
They think that say Desert Storm

And they got "Gung Ho" written all over they chest
So tell Lek Ratt, D-Dog, P.S. to wear they vest
It's gettin' kinda cold out here so I'ma have to be gone
Wait, here that? Oh, I think somethin' wrong

(What's Up? Baby, what's goin' on, man?)
(What, what the fuck happenin'?)
Aw, shit, my nigga, I'ma have to face shit
I think somebody set us up, there's feds all over the place

That's the name of the game, that's the way the game go
Sometimes you rise high and sometimes you sink low
(It's the roll of the dice)
(That you can't afford to lose)

If you make it back to the hood then I'll see you around
But if they got somebody watchin', then stay your ass outta town
(It's the nature of the business)
(It's the smugglers who lose)

It's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose
It's the nature of the business
It's the smugglers who lose

It's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose

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Good Thing We'Re Rappin' - Lyrics - Sons Of The P - Digital Underground

Title: Good Thing We'Re Rappin'
Album: Sons Of The P
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, G Jacobs, David L Spradley, E Humphrey, Garry M Shider

Lyric:
Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over
This goes out to all the macks in the industry
Huh, alright roll the tape
(Yo, rest day ain't for hoes)

It's a good thing that we're rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin, we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're rappin'

There was a time when they called me Smooth Eddie
Playing the hoes and shook the red card steady
It was Mike to those that knows
Matter of fact, Icy Mike 'cause he was cold on them hoes

We was east coast niggas headin' west
I was rollin' shotgun, coolin' with my man fresh Wes
The royal blue Brougham was a drop top rag
You could tell we was pimps from the Las Vegas tags

'Cause that's how we flipped it
Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin', pimp shit
All of this was around spring eighty one
I was in the life and had a good three year run

Anyway, one Friday on the side of the road in L.A.
My man Wes says hey, "I got a bitch in San Diego"
"Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a couple days
I'm gonna stay and play some L.A. hoes"

He said, "Alright player yo, I'll see you soon"
Yeah, that's how real players kick it see there ain't no rules
We roll from city to city, like kids playing hookie
Later that night I knock a bitch named Cookie

She says, "I love you and I want to make you rich"
I says, "Oh yeah", I swear I worked the shit out this bitch
She was fine too, niggas couldn't tell me nothin'
Had brains too, did more stealin' than fucking

A real thoroughbred, played con like a pro
Man I'm tryin' to tell you, I had a money makin' ho
But the Sunset track got stale, Cookie went to jail
Had to sling a little yale to make bail

She said, "I'm hot baby, I can't work in this town
The vice pick me up just as soon as you put me down"
I said, "Shut the hell up ho
Who asked you to run your mouth?"

She was right though
It was time to take a trip down south
And to this very day, when I think of how
I was livin' back then I got to say that

It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
And then we got to use it

It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
And then we got to use it

They call it ho po when your leakin'
So you know ho po is when yo po, 'cause you ain't got no ho
I was po but I wasn't po ho, 'cause I had one ho
But we was leakin' 'cause the money was slow

Coppin' blow means your goin' up and down
I went from Cadillacs in Vegas to the back of GreyHound
San Diego off Broadway, there used to be a spot
I think E Street and 5th where all the players flocked

One night I was cooling outside
Saw my man Wes said, "Ah shit yeah, it's gonna be live"
I was working a double breast silk leaf suit
With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy

Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham sandwichs in the alley"
Ham sandwich meant Brougham Cadillac
Quarter inch stripes, wheel kit on the back

It was snotty nose, that means the extra chrome
Plate on the grill, for sunroof we say it had the brains blown
I said, "This bitch is inside, you ready to attack?"
Wes looked at me said, "Mack mack mack mack mack"

My mans pimp stroll was cold gansta limpin'
We stepped inside, both of us screamed, "It's pimpin'"
I was drinking cognac, Wes was drinkin' gin
Wasn't there twenty minutes fore my people walked in

I said, "What's up Cookie? How'd you do?"
She said, "Cool, reach under the bar, so I can give you these feelings"
We always did it like that, case the vice squad was peepin'
This time they wasn't, but this nigga who was leakin'

Walked up and said, "Y'all gonna sell?"
Wes said, "Nigga don't ya recognize the P when you see it?"
He said, "Oh, yo I didn't know, I thought she's doin' business"
I said, "Yeah, well it's true that she's a ho"

He said, "She with you, playa? 'Cause I'd really like to buck her"
Looked at her, said, "Baby, I'm a raw mother fucker"
I said, "Yeah, that might be true, but she don't need another nucka"
Ain't no choosin', jump off slick, this one here's my snucka"

He said, "Whatchu mean by snucka?"
"It ain't too hard to figga
You call your nigga nucka, snucka means she-nigga
And figure this too, the bitch is down for my dirty drawers
Find another ho to go for yours"

He said, "But, I like her"
I said, "You must be a rookie"
Now figure this three, he cut me off and stepped to Cookie
He said, "How do you feel about this, my dear?"

I said, "Nigga you don't check my bitch like I ain't standin' here
Now I told you that this woman sells pussy for me
You and her ain't the two, and we ain't the three
But most of all nigga, I ain't the one
Now back the fuck up off me son"

He said, "To buck another man's game is a shame"
I said, "Leakin' ass nigga, game recognize game
Now I told you that's my people and I gave you a chance"
Reached down and started pullin' up the two from my pants

Shoulda capped his ass, instead
I look up and Wes done wrapped a pool stick round this nigga's head
So I put my shit away, we beat him down cowboy style
Cookie runs up and says, "Baby you okay?"

I says, "Yo, all this excitements got you dizzy
What cha watchin'? Bitch get busy
Go back outside and finish gettin' my money"
The bartender laughed, said, "You pimp niggas is funny"

And I'll tell you once again
It blows my mind, when I think
How I was living back then
'Cause yo

It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
And then we got to use it

It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin, I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
And then we got to use it

And you don't stop
Humpty hump in the house
And yo I go, I go
Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

You know what I'm sayin'
Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

Check it
Ho
(Do the ho catcher)
Ho
(Do the ho catcher)
(Ho catcher, ho catcher, do the ho catcher)

Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

Kick it, doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

I said, doddie-doe-doe
Pimp the mother fuckin' ho
(Pimp that ho mack)

Yeah, bitch and big dicks don't scare ya
'Cause you been a ho too long
Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah

Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest
Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest
Pimps up and hoes down
Squares don't fuck around town
Know what I'm sayin'?

Oh yeah, it's time to rest
Dress and mess
Count my monies while I read the funnies
Give my propas while I watch the soap operas
'Cause it's pimpin', understand me?

Bitch what cha doin' on your ass?
Watchin' the cars pass
Pat your feet on the concrete
And go get my money woman

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Starz In Their Eyes ! - Lyrics - Just Jack

Title: Starz In Their Eyes !
Artist: Just Jack
Composer(s): Jack Christopher Allsopp

Lyric:
They'll be making sure you stay amused
They'll fill you up with drugs and booze
Maybe you'll make the evenin' news

And when you're trippin' over your dreams
They'll keep you down by any means
By the end of the night
You'll be stiflin' your screams

Since you became a V.I. Person
It's like your problems have all worsened
Your paranoia casts aspersions
On the truths you know

And they'll just put you in a spotlight
And hope that you'll do alright
Or maybe not

Now why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
Why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?

So why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
Now why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
Starz in their eyes

Remember they said you'd show them all
Emphasize the rise but not the fall
And now you're playin' a shoppin' mall

Your mum and dad, they can't believe
What you appear to have achieved
While the rest of these users
Are just laughin' in their sleeves

Since you became a V.I. Person
It's like your problems have all worsened
Your paranoia casts aspersions
On the truths you know

And now the tabloids use your face
To document your fall from grace
And then they'll tell you that
That's just the way it goes
That's just the way it goes

Now why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story
Well they just didn't realize

And it's a long way to come
From the dog and duck karaoke machine
And Saturday night's drunken dreams

Now why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story
Well, they just didn't realize

And it's a long way to come
From your private bedroom dance routines
And Saturday night's drunken dreams

Now why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
Why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?

So why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
Now why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
Starz in their eyes?

Now why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story
Well, they just didn't realize

And it's a long way to come
From the dog and duck karaoke machine
Saturday night's drunken dreams

When I grow up I'm goin' to be famous

Behind the steel barrier, sequence and glitter
Five inch heels still knee deep in the litter
Each of them a bitter bullshitter
Wrapped up in the cloak of fake glamor
Gettin' lost in the camera

Well, footprints are fool's gold
And diamonds crust their glitz on their one off plimsolls
So little time for these one off arseholes
Rigor mortis Ken and Barbie dolls

A pair of big shades and a push up bra
It's such a short gap between the gutter and stars
But you've come a long way from the place that you started
So why'd you wanna go and get so down hearted

Welcome to the kingdom of the blagger
Uncuttin' your nose, clean coat in your bladder
A whole lot happier, a whole lot sadder
Used to be satisfied, now you feel like Mick Jagger

Now why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story
Well they just didn't realize

And it's a long way to come
From the dog and duck karaoke machine
Saturday night's drunken dreams

Now why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story
Well they just didn't realize

And it's a long way to come
From your private bedroom dance routines
And Saturday night's drunken dreams

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Stars In Their Eyes - Lyrics - Overtones - Just Jack

Title: Stars In Their Eyes
Album: Overtones
Artist: Just Jack
Composer(s): Jack Christopher Allsopp

Lyric:
They'll be making sure you stay amused
They'll fill you up with drugs and booze
Maybe you'll make the evenin' news

And when you're trippin' over your dreams
They'll keep you down by any means
By the end of the night
You'll be stiflin' your screams

Since you became a V.I. Person
It's like your problems have all worsened
Your paranoia casts aspersions
On the truths you know

And they'll just put you in a spotlight
And hope that you'll do alright
Or maybe not

Now why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
Why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?

So why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
Now why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
Starz in their eyes

Remember they said you'd show them all
Emphasize the rise but not the fall
And now you're playin' a shoppin' mall

Your mum and dad, they can't believe
What you appear to have achieved
While the rest of these users
Are just laughin' in their sleeves

Since you became a V.I. Person
It's like your problems have all worsened
Your paranoia casts aspersions
On the truths you know

And now the tabloids use your face
To document your fall from grace
And then they'll tell you that
That's just the way it goes
That's just the way it goes

Now why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story
Well they just didn't realize

And it's a long way to come
From the dog and duck karaoke machine
And Saturday night's drunken dreams

Now why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story
Well, they just didn't realize

And it's a long way to come
From your private bedroom dance routines
And Saturday night's drunken dreams

Now why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
Why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?

So why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
Now why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
Starz in their eyes?

Now why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story
Well, they just didn't realize

And it's a long way to come
From the dog and duck karaoke machine
Saturday night's drunken dreams

When I grow up I'm goin' to be famous

Behind the steel barrier, sequence and glitter
Five inch heels still knee deep in the litter
Each of them a bitter bullshitter
Wrapped up in the cloak of fake glamor
Gettin' lost in the camera

Well, footprints are fool's gold
And diamonds crust their glitz on their one off plimsolls
So little time for these one off arseholes
Rigor mortis Ken and Barbie dolls

A pair of big shades and a push up bra
It's such a short gap between the gutter and stars
But you've come a long way from the place that you started
So why'd you wanna go and get so down hearted

Welcome to the kingdom of the blagger
Uncuttin' your nose, clean coat in your bladder
A whole lot happier, a whole lot sadder
Used to be satisfied, now you feel like Mick Jagger

Now why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story
Well they just didn't realize

And it's a long way to come
From the dog and duck karaoke machine
Saturday night's drunken dreams

Now why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story
Well they just didn't realize

And it's a long way to come
From your private bedroom dance routines
And Saturday night's drunken dreams

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Sacrifice - Lyrics - The Roots

Title: Sacrifice
Artist: The Roots
Composer(s): Tariq Trotter, Ahmir K Thompson, James Gray, Tarik Collins, Leonard Hubbard

Lyric:
Listen, I got you phobic off of this like arachnids
Drastic, it ain't plastic it's Pro-Blackness
Grown man tactics, no pediatrics
The kind of track that make the comeback miraculous

The catalyst, thought with the knack for splashin'
I'm dashin' I mastered the craft of mashin'
The level-headed through bred, the female's passion
Mag-netic attraction be keepin' them askin'

The crews in the Cadillacs with the Pendergrassin'
Swerve half-naked, won't come near crashin'
But if I go to Heaven, would y'all know my name
Or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh?

Clap for your freedom dog, that's what's happening
My spit take critical political action
The hustle is a puzzle each piece is a fraction
And every word that's understood is a transaction

I'm an S.P. soldier, microphone holder
Rep Philly set from Bolivia to Boulder
Paris, France to Tip and Tioga
How we gonna make it through the dark, I show ya

I tell you one lesson I learned
If you want to reach something in life
You ain't gonna get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice and

Ooh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly, if you want to be high

Listen, yo kick off your shoes, jump off the jock
I fly higher than them dudes, from off your block
My name Black, the style is unorthodox
It tap chins in your mens till you thought could box

A couple of people wanted thought to stop, but guess what?
My man grab the missile, plug for the gut
Now next time beatty stop being such a glut
I'm precise with it like Faheim with haircuts

We up close on 'em with toast but no crust
It's fructose on 'em they froze and won't bust
Choke on your face you jewels is lack lust
Got to put it to you straight, y'all fools is jacked up

Came close to the utmost but no cigar
Nose to the grindstone, head to the stars
The number one runner with the number one drummer
Grammy award winnin' it's the world's eighth wonder, come on

I tell you one lesson I learned
If you want to reach something in life
You ain't gonna get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice and

Ooh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly, if you want to be high

Your first impression might be I'm a asshole
Or say I'm sometimey and give people a hassle
Or try to sun touch and put the heat in the capsule
Dog I'm far deeper than that though, I get in the zone

Recognize I'm a rolling stone
No time to lolly gag or lounge with scaliwags
Give me the disc or I put it where your body at
Old school spit flow laid over Trotter tracks

With no apology fraud or trick-knowledgy
Just trust, what I see and I say and follow me my way
I read an open booklet inside me
The star of the story that the groove teller got me

Through all the dark times part of the business
The light be contingent on small forensics
My microphone'll make a man a newborn infant
It's true so the crew gon' sense it, I get in the zone

I tell you one lesson I learned
If you want to reach something in life
You ain't gonna get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice and

Ooh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly, if you want to be high

I tell you one lesson I learned
If you want to reach something in life
You ain't gonna get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice and

Ooh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly, if you want to be high

I tell you one lesson I learned
If you want to reach something in life
You ain't gonna get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice and

Ooh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly, if you want to be high

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Lil Mamma - Lyrics - Big Tymers

Title: Lil Mamma
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Bryan Thomas, Byron Williams

Lyric:
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Lil Mama you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Now you're lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it, you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it, that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it, that ain't the shit

See the story take place in the back of the club
About this shorty that I know and we gone call her "Young Love"
See lil one like Pa, he was the neighborhood baller
Gucci and Lucci drove a candy and prowler
One more thing I forgot to tell
Young one sixteen bro and she burning like hell
Wait a minute, yo it's my fault, Pa was 26
Now back to the story bout' the little lost chick

Your man got lil one in the V.I.P.
With his hands in her pants going "You're so sexy"
Your not dumb but your young, you'll believe what your hearing
You gone sex off the X and your homies cheering
What's even sadder you don't even know what you're doing
Hey young world your whole life's ruined
But what you don't know gonna hurt you tonight
You didn't use a rubber and Pa ain't right

Lil Mama you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Now you're lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it, you need to quit
When you drop it, drop it, drop it, that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it, that ain't the shit

Man chill in Miami lil head in the projects
On the passenger side with Tammy in the drop Lexus
Me and Fresh at the light in S500 on dub deuces
Bumping some old Cash Money
Got 10 round my neck, 20 on my wrist
Million dollar nut, million dollar kiss
Pull up in the Lexus, sipping on Don P
Hold on Fresh let me get back to this story

Her Sheila freak dealers that only drive Benz
Her mamma said "My daughters gonna end up in the pen"
But wodie Sheila'll fuck for ends and clothing
She thought she made more money from tricking and hoing
But when her nigga scored the dope she held the stacks
And when that nigga hit the club they be full of that yak
She a hard headed, with a diamond in her tongue
With a tattoo on her ass saying, "Come get some"

Lil Mama you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Now you're lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it, you need to quit
When you drop it, drop it, drop it, that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it, that ain't the shit

Now Stone told me, "Stunna, Kisha wasn't right,
After the Hot Boys had her I fucked the same night"
Now Kisha from Miami ran with Lisa and Candy
Met her at Coco's on the hot strip dancing
Now Trick Daddy told me that mom's new clique
But my lil partner Damian wanted to raw-dog the bitch
I'm a three stunna blinder, pop X with them chicks
I'm full of the white trying to down this bitch

Slow it down, hold it up, get back to your class
Act your age lil mamma stop shaking your ass
Big wheels, X pills, whatcha know bout' that?
Got the old nigga name tattooed on your back
Bet your mamma don't know that you're fucking and shit
And ever since yay high you've been getting a dick
But it's your life and it's your biz
Four different baby-daddies get it how you live

Lil Mama you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Now you're lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it, you need to quit
When you drop it, drop it, drop it, that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it, that ain't the shit, papa

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Lil Mama - Lyrics - Hood Rich - Big Tymers

Title: Lil Mama
Album: Hood Rich
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Bryan Thomas, Byron Williams

Lyric:
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Lil Mama you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Now you're lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it, you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it, that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it, that ain't the shit

See the story take place in the back of the club
About this shorty that I know and we gone call her "Young Love"
See lil one like Pa, he was the neighborhood baller
Gucci and Lucci drove a candy and prowler
One more thing I forgot to tell
Young one sixteen bro and she burning like hell
Wait a minute, yo it's my fault, Pa was 26
Now back to the story bout' the little lost chick

Your man got lil one in the V.I.P.
With his hands in her pants going "You're so sexy"
Your not dumb but your young, you'll believe what your hearing
You gone sex off the X and your homies cheering
What's even sadder you don't even know what you're doing
Hey young world your whole life's ruined
But what you don't know gonna hurt you tonight
You didn't use a rubber and Pa ain't right

Lil Mama you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Now you're lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it, you need to quit
When you drop it, drop it, drop it, that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it, that ain't the shit

Man chill in Miami lil head in the projects
On the passenger side with Tammy in the drop Lexus
Me and Fresh at the light in S500 on dub deuces
Bumping some old Cash Money
Got 10 round my neck, 20 on my wrist
Million dollar nut, million dollar kiss
Pull up in the Lexus, sipping on Don P
Hold on Fresh let me get back to this story

Her Sheila freak dealers that only drive Benz
Her mamma said "My daughters gonna end up in the pen"
But wodie Sheila'll fuck for ends and clothing
She thought she made more money from tricking and hoing
But when her nigga scored the dope she held the stacks
And when that nigga hit the club they be full of that yak
She a hard headed, with a diamond in her tongue
With a tattoo on her ass saying, "Come get some"

Lil Mama you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Now you're lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it, you need to quit
When you drop it, drop it, drop it, that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it, that ain't the shit

Now Stone told me, "Stunna, Kisha wasn't right,
After the Hot Boys had her I fucked the same night"
Now Kisha from Miami ran with Lisa and Candy
Met her at Coco's on the hot strip dancing
Now Trick Daddy told me that mom's new clique
But my lil partner Damian wanted to raw-dog the bitch
I'm a three stunna blinder, pop X with them chicks
I'm full of the white trying to down this bitch

Slow it down, hold it up, get back to your class
Act your age lil mamma stop shaking your ass
Big wheels, X pills, whatcha know bout' that?
Got the old nigga name tattooed on your back
Bet your mamma don't know that you're fucking and shit
And ever since yay high you've been getting a dick
But it's your life and it's your biz
Four different baby-daddies get it how you live

Lil Mama you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Now you're lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it, you need to quit
When you drop it, drop it, drop it, that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it, that ain't the shit, papa

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Like A Movie - Lyrics - Loon - Loon

Title: Like A Movie
Album: Loon
Artist: Loon
Composer(s): Chauncey Hawkins, Taurian Adoni Shropshire, Kandice Love, Aliaune Thiam

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Lyric:
Check it out
I?m wit' my man A Con
An I go by the name Loon
And this a bad boy exclusive
Na mean?
Young Marcus, young pretty and heartless

Yo, I tried to be a gentlemen
Even respect the girls who had many men
I had a girl that lived in the tenement straight seduced me
Pretty face, I kept shorty laced in Gucci

She made niggaz wait like groupies
Even made them, lace her hoopty and still ain't hit it
Spend they money, ain't all and still ain't get it
Buyin' bitches is all but still she ain't wit' it

So don?t be mad when she callin' me dad
'Rollin' around in the Jag wit the thirty day tag
Some shit you paid for, worked and slaved for
Ever since you met the trick I made more

Chedda then ever before
You 'bout to walk down the ile and I met her on tour
I ain't never had a thousand Dollar sweater before
See ya stupid ass went and got in the bed with the whore
You pulled a no nigga

No way you can?t use me
(No)
I?m smoother than that
(I?m smoother)

You wanna live like me
(Yeah)
You will never see that
(Baby)

Live my life like a movie
(Live my life)
How will you top that
(Oh yeah)

No way you cant use me
(No)
I'm smoother than that
(Yeah)

Yo, it's funny how ya money pow
All of a sudden surrounded by these funny style
Chics getting money now bitch had a hunnit thou
Thought she said somthin' slick couldn?t wait
To get in bed wit the bitch

I took her clothes off politely
Incase she chose not to like me
That when I ate the hoe out like wifey
Bitch start to like me

Then I flipped her like a savage
Then a nigga tried to rip her body cavity
And she getting a lot a cabbage
An nigga I gotta have it

Been sweatin', tryna hit shit like a rabbit
Now shorty think she established
She givin' me carrots
Buyin' me cars the supa stars be havin'

Clinging to nigga like a magnet, becoming a addict
Actin' like she ain't neva had dick, another dramatic
Always so static, man, this bitch is eratic
Man, I ain't think 'bout that car you could have it

(No)
No way you can?t use me
(Use me)
I?m smoother than that
(Smoother)

You wanna live like me
You will never see that
(No, no)

Live my life like a movie
(Live my life)
How will you top that

No way you cant use me
I'm smoother than that
(Yeah)

Now I was pushin' the tan land
It was me, my man Stan
This chic yo when from San Fran
Met her on Pan Dam

Told me her man from Ti Cun, it's pickin' up 1.5 at high noon
So why Loon had to make moves like TiFoon's
Pull a couple a strings botta boom botta bing, it's on now
I got my niggaz and we ready to roll
I got my niggaz and we ready for war

Whateva it be, 1.5 nigga chedda for free
Now how this bitch gone get this chedda for me
I'm ready to see, 'cuz when this shit is all said an it's done
I?m the type to get the bread n just run

My man was soft, I think its better to run
Than to hit him in the head wit the gun, I'ma veteran son
I ain?t type the squeeze beretta for fun
I?m not dumb, I do it better than them, come on

No way you can?t use me
(See, you wanna be but you?ll never be like me)
I?m smoother than that
You wanna live like me, you will never see that
(Baby)

Live my life like a movie
How will you top that
(Tell me how will you top that)
No way, you can?t use me
I'm smoother than that
(No)

No way you can?t use me
I?m smoother than that
(No)
You wanna live like me
(You wanna live like me)
You will never see that

Live my life like a movie
(Hey)
How will you top that
(No no no, no way)
Now way you cant use me
I?m smoother than that
(I'm smoother)

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