Keep Givin' Me Lovin' - Lyrics - Chaka Khan

Title: Keep Givin' Me Lovin'
Artist: Chaka Khan
Composer(s): Camus Celli, Chaka Khan, Mica Paris, Andreas Levin

Lyric:
Lovin', lovin'
(Ahh, baby)
Keep givin' me lovin', lovin', your lovin', lovin'
(Yeah, alright)

Time after time, I've pondered this love that I'm feelin'
I'm feeling so divine, it must be a crime, don't take it away, no
More than a few told me, "I love you", now, I know better
'Cause when it got down to you somehow I knew
My number was up for some sweet, sweet lovin'

Keep givin' me lovin', lovin', your lovin', lovin'
(Ooh yeah)
Keep givin' me lovin', lovin', your lovin', lovin'
(Ooh yeah)

You've captured this girl, rockin' my world ya got me reelin'
Ain't no future with another you're my one and only lover
Now, come on and stay, more than a few told me, "I love you"
Now, I know better, yes I do
'Cause when it got down to you somehow I knew
My number was up for some sweet, sweet lovin'

Keep givin' me lovin', lovin', lovin', lovin'
(Ooh yeah, baby won't you give me?)
(Yeah, baby won't you give me?)
I'm takin' 'bout lovin', lovin', your lovin', lovin'
(Ooh yeah, baby, baby give me)

(Is it any wonder)
I can love you so
Only you can satisfy my need
(Can't you see my hunger?)
Won't let you go
Baby, you belong to me, just to me, oh

Keep givin' me lovin', lovin', your lovin', lovin'
I'm takin' 'bout lovin', lovin', your lovin', lovin'
Keep givin' me lovin', lovin', your lovin', lovin'
(Is it any wonder [Incomprehensible])
I'm takin' 'bout lovin', lovin', your lovin', lovin'
([Incomprehensible])

Keep on givin' me, keep on givin' me
Keep on givin' me, keep on givin' me
Keep on givin' me, keep on givin' me
Keep on givin' me

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Good Vibrations - Lyrics - Brian Wilson

Title: Good Vibrations
Artist: Brian Wilson
Composer(s): Mike Love, Brian Wilson

Lyric:
I, I love the colorful clothes she wears
And she's already workin' on my brain
I, I only look in her eyes
But I picked up somethin' I just can't explain
And I'm pickin' up

I'm pickin' up good vibrations
She's givin? me the excitations
(Ooh bop bop, good vibrations)
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
She's givin? me the excitations
(Bop bop, excitations)

Good good good, good vibrations, ah
(I'm pickin' up good vibrations)
(Bop bop)
She's givin? me the excitations
(Bop bop, excitations)

Good good good, good vibrations, ah
(I'm pickin' up good vibrations)
(Bop bop)
She's givin? me the excitations
(Bop bop, excitations)

I, I bet I know what she's like
And I can feel how right she'd be for me
It's weird, how she can seem so strong
And I wonder what she's pickin' up from me
And I'm pickin' up

I'm pickin' up good vibrations
She's giving me the excitations
(Ooh bop bop, good vibrations)
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
She's giving me the excitations
(Bop bop, excitations)

Good good good, good vibrations, ah
(I'm pickin' up good vibrations)
(Bop bop)
She's givin? me the excitations
(Bop bop, excitations)

Good good good, good vibrations, ah
(I'm pickin' up good vibrations)
(Bop bop)
She's givin? me the excitations
(Bop bop, exci-tations)

I don't know where but she sends me there
What a sensation
What elation

Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations a-happenin' with her
Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations a-happenin' with her
Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations a-happenin' with her
Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations a-happenin'

Hum dee dum, hum dee daa oh oh
Hum dee dum, hum dee daa oh oh
Hum dee dum, hum dee daa oh oh
Hum dee dum, hum dee daa oh oh

(Hum dee dum, hum dee daa oh oh)
Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations a-happenin' with her
(Hum dee dum, hum dee daa oh oh)
(Hum dee dum, hum dee daa oh oh)
Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations a-happenin' with her
(Hum dee dum, hum dee daa oh oh)

Good good good, good vibrations, ah
(I'm pickin' up good vibrations)
(Bop bop)
She's giving me the excitations
(Bop bop, excitations)

Good good good, good vibrations, ah
(I'm pickin' up good vibrations)
(Bop bop)
She's giving me the excitations

Na-na na-na na, na-na-na
Na-na na-na na, na-na-na
(Pa-pa pa-pa pa, pa)
Na-na na-na na, na-na-na
(Pa-pa pa-pa pa, pa)
Na-na na-na na, na-na-na
(Pa-pa pa-pa pa, pa)

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Talkin' Bout Me - Lyrics - Hey Kandi - Kandi

Title: Talkin' Bout Me
Album: Hey Kandi
Artist: Kandi
Composer(s): B Jr Edwards, Katrina Willis, D Gentry, Kandi Burruss

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Lyric:
As a woman it's my job
To make sure my man is happy
Always assure him that he
Has all that he needs in me

As a woman it's my job
To make sure he's so satisfied
Keep it tight day and night so that I
Never have to worry 'bout him strayin'

See I'm a real woman who wants a real man
And when I find him I'm gonna keep him all I can
You'll never catch me stressin' him
You'll only find me lovin' him

I'm a real woman who wants a real man
And when I meet him I'll give him all I can
You'll never find me trippin' on him
I'll only be givin' love to him

My woman's gotta have skills in the kitchen
She's gotta keep it real with nothin' missin'
You talkin' 'bout me
And when she hangin' with her friends gettin' tipsy

She call me where she at and say she miss me
You talkin' 'bout me
She gotta give me good lovin' though the night now
No matter where she at she be like, 'Right Now'

You talkin' 'bout me
And when a brother's goin' through some of that raw stuff
She got my back like "Sho' 'nuff"
You talkin' 'bout me

Every man wants a woman
Who really has the skill to cook his meals
Mac and cheese, collard greens, cream corn, baked beans
I'm a southern lady, my cooking's got him crazy

I hear they all want a woman
Who can rock 'em all night, make 'em feel right
Do a lot of tricks and keep him hyped
You know, the house-wife, freak type

See I'm a real woman who wants a real man
And when I find him I'm gonna keep him all I can
You'll never catch me stressin' him
You'll only find me lovin' him

I'm a real woman who wants a real man
And when I meet him I'll give him all I can
You'll never find me trippin' on him
I'll only be givin' love to him

My woman's gotta have skills in the kitchen
She's gotta keep it real with nothin' missin'
You talkin' 'bout me
And when she hangin' with her friends gettin' tipsy

She call me where she at and say she miss me
You talkin' 'bout me
She gotta give me good lovin' though the night now
No matter where she at she be like, 'Right Now'

You talkin' 'bout me
And when a brother's goin' through some of that raw stuff
She got my back like "Sho' 'nuff"
You talkin' 'bout me

You talkin' 'bout me, 'bout me
Boy don't you see
That you talking 'bout me, 'bout me
Boy don't you see

My woman's gotta have skills in the kitchen
She's gotta keep it real with nothin' missin'
You talkin' 'bout me
And when she hangin' with her friends gettin' tipsy

She call me where she at and say she miss me
You talkin' 'bout me
She gotta give me good lovin' though the night now
No matter where she at she be like, 'Right Now'

You talkin' 'bout me
And when a brother's goin' through some of that raw stuff
She got my back like "Sho' 'nuff"
You talkin' 'bout me

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Talking 'Bout Me - Lyrics - Hey Kandi - Kandi

Title: Talking 'Bout Me
Album: Hey Kandi
Artist: Kandi
Composer(s): B Jr Edwards, Katrina Willis, D Gentry, Kandi Burruss

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Lyric:
As a woman it's my job
To make sure my man is happy
Always assure him that he
Has all that he needs in me

As a woman it's my job
To make sure he's so satisfied
Keep it tight day and night so that I
Never have to worry 'bout him strayin'

See I'm a real woman who wants a real man
And when I find him I'm gonna keep him all I can
You'll never catch me stressin' him
You'll only find me lovin' him

I'm a real woman who wants a real man
And when I meet him I'll give him all I can
You'll never find me trippin' on him
I'll only be givin' love to him

My woman's gotta have skills in the kitchen
She's gotta keep it real with nothin' missin'
You talkin' 'bout me
And when she hangin' with her friends gettin' tipsy

She call me where she at and say she miss me
You talkin' 'bout me
She gotta give me good lovin' though the night now
No matter where she at she be like, 'Right Now'

You talkin' 'bout me
And when a brother's goin' through some of that raw stuff
She got my back like "Sho' 'nuff"
You talkin' 'bout me

Every man wants a woman
Who really has the skill to cook his meals
Mac and cheese, collard greens, cream corn, baked beans
I'm a southern lady, my cooking's got him crazy

I hear they all want a woman
Who can rock 'em all night, make 'em feel right
Do a lot of tricks and keep him hyped
You know, the house-wife, freak type

See I'm a real woman who wants a real man
And when I find him I'm gonna keep him all I can
You'll never catch me stressin' him
You'll only find me lovin' him

I'm a real woman who wants a real man
And when I meet him I'll give him all I can
You'll never find me trippin' on him
I'll only be givin' love to him

My woman's gotta have skills in the kitchen
She's gotta keep it real with nothin' missin'
You talkin' 'bout me
And when she hangin' with her friends gettin' tipsy

She call me where she at and say she miss me
You talkin' 'bout me
She gotta give me good lovin' though the night now
No matter where she at she be like, 'Right Now'

You talkin' 'bout me
And when a brother's goin' through some of that raw stuff
She got my back like "Sho' 'nuff"
You talkin' 'bout me

You talkin' 'bout me, 'bout me
Boy don't you see
That you talking 'bout me, 'bout me
Boy don't you see

My woman's gotta have skills in the kitchen
She's gotta keep it real with nothin' missin'
You talkin' 'bout me
And when she hangin' with her friends gettin' tipsy

She call me where she at and say she miss me
You talkin' 'bout me
She gotta give me good lovin' though the night now
No matter where she at she be like, 'Right Now'

You talkin' 'bout me
And when a brother's goin' through some of that raw stuff
She got my back like "Sho' 'nuff"
You talkin' 'bout me

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This Is What We Do - Lyrics - Enter The Dru - Dru Hill

Title: This Is What We Do
Album: Enter The Dru
Artist: Dru Hill
Composer(s): James Carter, James E Green, Tamir Ruffin, Mark Andrews, Luiz Bonfa, Antonio Maria, Larry Anthony

Lyric:
Yeah baby, hey yeah yeah
And you know said, you know
Said you know, said you know
Babe yeah

So you say your ish is it
And you say your ish is hot
You want me to touch your spot
'Cuz that's how we do it

Now I watch your earrings jingle
And I watch you work your middle
'Cuz your handle bars ain't little
Makes me wanna
(Y'all ain't ready)

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

Said East Side, where you at, yo what the deely
And to my ladies over West, can you feel me
Tell me what the deal with the south
And tell me Master P got it all figured out

But if you say you with me, show you with me
You're so pretty, you stay shitty
Ain't no shorty over 40 chillin' in the VIP with me
Damn right, game tight, 'cuz that's how we do it tonight

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

Who got the best body on the planet
I take advantage, then skate like the kissin' bandit
Leave of hearts
Got these shorties out after dark
Were lady killers

Now blow back apart, raw dealers, the cat Dru Hill or
Strange love, seven thirty, I'm like Herbie with a Love Bug
Then skip town like a Casanova brown Mrs.
You look delicious like a two piece with a biscuit
What's goin' down?

In my mind I'm rippin' your clothes
Playing with your peep girl suckin' your toes
Go round with the Ghetto Sarano, mello
Romeo, who like his women on the same level

Pay my bills that were due, all accounts settled
Now I'm relaxing like Pa, now with Ma Kettle
Baby laughing, earrings in both nipples
Like Janet Jackson, busting out her latest fashion or the smashin'

Honey come on over here, I [unverified] be cold
Throw them panties over there, you won't need those
You talk like sex, you walk like sex
Ya smell like sex, ya yell like sex

And all ya want is Mr. Map, hell of a man
That can sell an Eskimo a fan
I come equipped for any spot that you want hit
Or want licked, when my [unverified] hit the [unverified], ahh, shit

I start to think back on how I go hump
In seven minutes to heaven at the age of eleven
Couldn't tell me nuthin' then, can't tell me nuthin' now
Honey child, milkin' the cow, lovin' my style

This is what we do kid, me and them Dru kids
Take 'em blind, crimp 'em and crazy, even toothless
Lastly, if you know me don't ask me
Call me Method, Mr. Mack if ya nasty

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

If I move it on the left, will it be hot to death
If I move it on the right, will you make it last all night
(Woody)
If I move it up and down, will you make a freaky sound come on
If I move it in and out, will it make you scream and shout

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah
...

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Rolllin - Lyrics - Dmx

Title: Rolllin
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Fred Durst, Earl Simmons, Clifford Smith, Kaseem Dean, Reggie Noble

Lyric:
Play the fuckin' track
Play that fuckin' track!
Oh there it is
Limp Bizkit DMX, Redman, Method man
That's right you all
We just keep on rollin' baby
Are you ready
Are you ready
Are you ready

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you gonna do now
Breathe in now breathe out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you gonna do now
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

Now I know you all be lovin' this shit right here
L I M P Bizkit is right here
People in the house put them hands in the air
'Cuz if you don't care than we don't care
See I ain't givin' a fuck quit pressin' your luck
Untouchable branded unfuckable
So keep me in this tape until you run that mouth
Then I'ma hafta play and break the fuck out
And then we'll see you slept after one round with X
And what am I bringin' next just know it's Red and Meth
So where the fuck you at punk shut the fuck up
And back the fuck up while we fuck this track up

Are you ready
Are you ready
Are you ready

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you gonna do now
Breathe in now breathe out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you gonna do now
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

Check my dangerous slang atrocious
When I let these nuts hang focus it's Wu Tang
What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish
I wave my black flag at the roaches
Who approaches these twin supersoakers
Who have poisonous darts for culprits
Too late to get your blow gun un-holstered
You're left buttered up and lightly toasted
So what I drink and smoke too much
So what I cuss too much shut the fuck up

Yo, yo now when we roll
You motherfuckers tuck in your gold
'Cuz for the platinum I'm jackin' niggas up in Limos
It ain't nothin' for bullets to unbutton your clothes
Description yellow male tissue up in his nose
You bitches swing the vine on the bathroom nuts
I'm hairy as hell outta hell and tattooed up
I'm a dog only fuck in the bathroom, what?
In high school I dealt only with the classroom sluts

My name is Johnny, Donnie, Brasco
Tuck the gat low cut your cash flow
Yell if you want money funny
A hungry dummy snatch crumbs from me
Doc and Hot Niks bodies in the mosh pit

Yo, and I'm the D.O you lookin' at the raw invented
On Friday I spit thirty-five to forty minutes
Smell up the bathroom like Craig Paul was in it
Endin' up on your back wu swords up in it
Anyone can match me I crack 'em all to Guinness
Fuck how many thugs players and ballers in it
Brick City Shaolin better call us sinners
Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it
Yo we said c'mon!

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you gonna do now
Breathe in now breathe out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you gonna do now
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

It just don't get no darker than that kid with the barker
Bald head with the boots who shoots to make it spark
I'm a fair nigga but ain't nann nigga
Quicker than the hand trigga so if you dare nigga
It'll be like your man tryin' to hold your brain to your head
But you'll be shittin' on yourself 'cuz you already dead
And at the funeral you won't need a casket
Leavin' just enough of him to stuff in a basket
Just get the casket I really need my ass kicked
My mom never let me forget that I'm a bastard
I ain't never been shit and ain't gon' be shit
That's why I taste shit whenever I see shit
It's just that D shit D's short for do what I wanna do
And that's what I'm gonna do right here in front of you
And I'll be runnin' you and your man straight up out
And y'all niggas ain't runnin' a fuckin' thing but your mouth

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you gonna do now
Breathe in now breathe out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you gonna do now
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit
You can't mess with Limp Bizkit
Because we get it on every day and every night
See this platinum thing right here?
Well we doin' it all the time
So you better get some better beats
And uh, get some better rhymes
You really really really wanna get shit started
Well people everywhere just get retarded
Get retarded get retarded people everywhere just get retarded

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you gonna do now
Breathe in now breathe out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you gonna do now
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

That's right baby
Watch out punk
Limp Bizkit! DMX! Method Man! Redman and Swizz Beatz
Where the fuck you at?
Bump that shit!
Bump that shit!
Bump that shit!
Bump that shit!
Ruff ryders! Punk

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Girlfriend - Lyrics - Amil

Title: Girlfriend
Artist: Amil
Composer(s): Amil Whitehead, Dana Stinson

Lyric:
Uh, yeah
It's like, I don't know what to do
I mean, what should I do?
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

See I've got lil' secret
But I don't think I could keep it
Now when you first stepped to me
Didn't think you wanted to do me
Started takin' me to dinner and the movies
Had me open off the minks and jewelry
Buyin' me things that you know I wanted
Beggin' me for lovin' and you know I fronted

Now we doin' more then gettin' blunted
And we both know we shouldn't have done it
Because wifely at home and that's a no, no
How we gonna keep this on the low, low?
Try to let got but the trickin' won't stop
Feels so good baby please don't stop
I'm not tryin' to disrespect her
But everybody know what's up except her

See I'm gone tell your girlfriend
That you been doin' more than flirtin'
Where you at when you say, you workin'
I'm gone tell your girlfriend

I know I'm not the only one clamin' you
Your girl did a good job trainin' you
She could feed the kids and wash the clothes
She could cook dinner and mop the floors
Just keep givin' me a lot of doe
And give me some lovin' before you gotta go
Once you get home your girl be beefin'
Wonderin' where you was this weekend

Her cousin told her that she seen us creepin'
I guess by now she know you cheatin'
She must of found my number 'cause she callin' me
Couldn't talk 'cause her man was all in me
Told her call me back at a quarter to three
Now that's the way real players ought to be
Shall I tell her bout the she ordered me
So why you fuckin' with him? 'Cause he can afford me

See I'm gone tell your girlfriend
That you been doin' more than flirtin'
Where you at when you say, you workin'
I'm gone tell your girlfriend

It was the money that made me get with you
Right now I'm tryin' to get rid of you
'Cause you always at my house, like I live with you
Wanna lock me down, like I got kids with you
See I knew from the gate that you was taken
If I told you that I loved you, I was only faken
Shit it ain't like that I wanna keep you
But I'll beep you when I need you

Now who gettin' played better you than me
'Cause I know you could never be true to me
If you did it to her, you could do it to me
Start slippin' and you might be losin' me
Fuck gettin' hair done and a manicure
That's for beginner bitches and amateurs
I want a house on the beach, couple whips and more
Motherfucker now you know what major coins stand for

See I'm gone tell your girlfriend
That you been doin' more than flirtin'
Where you at when you say, you workin'
I'm gone tell your girlfriend

See I'm gone tell your girlfriend
That you been doin' more than flirtin'
Where you at when you say, you workin'
I'm gone tell your girlfriend

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Bottom Line - Lyrics - Workin' Overtime - Diana Ross

Title: Bottom Line
Album: Workin' Overtime
Artist: Diana Ross
Composer(s): Preston Glass

Lyric:
You say you're steady and you're committed
But last night you weren't around when I needed you
You keep on talkin', but I need action
This divided affection just won't do

I hate to give you an ultimatum
But when I'm in love, I want it all the way

That's the bottom line
If you really wanna keep my love
Can't be givin' up what's mine

Oh, that's the bottom line
I can't settle for a part time thing
Need your lovin' all the time

No imitations, give me the real thing
Sugar-coated promises are not enough for me
'Cause if you're fakin', don't be mistaken
I'll be out the door, before you count to three

I hate to sound uncompromising
But I'm never gonna play nobody's fool

Oh, that's the bottom line
If you really wanna keep my love
Can't be givin' up what's mine

Oh, that's the bottom line
I can't settle for a part-time thing
Need your lovin' all the time

If you really wanna get my love
You gotta give me your lovin', no strings attached
If you really wanna keep my heart
You gotta jump it and do it, no turning back

And I hate to sound uncompromising
But I'm never gonna play nobody's fool

Oh, that's the bottom line
If you really wanna keep my love
Can't be givin' up what's mine

Oh, that's the bottom line
I can't settle for a part-time thing
Need your lovin' all the time

That's the bottom line
If you really wanna keep my love
Can't be givin' up what's mine

Oh, that's the bottom line
I can't settle for a part-time thing
Need your lovin' all the time

That's the bottom line
If you really wanna keep my love
Can't be givin' up what's mine

Oh, that's the bottom line
I can't settle for a part-time thing
Need your lovin' all the time

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My Humps - Lyrics - Monkey Business - Black Eyed Peas

Title: My Humps
Album: Monkey Business
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): William Adams, David Payton

Lyric:
What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump

My hump my hump, my hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps
Check it out

I drive these brothers crazy
I do it on the daily
They treat me really nicely
They buy me all these ICEEs

Dolce &Gabbana
Fendi and Adonna
Karen, they be sharin'
All their money got me wearin'

Fly gear but I ain't askin'
They say they love my ass ?n
Se7en Jeans, True Religion
I say no, but they keep givin'

So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't taken
We can keep on datin'
I keep on demonstrating

My love, my love my love my love
You love my lady lumps
My hump my hump my hump
My humps they got you

She's got me spendin'
(Oh)
Spendin' all your money on me
And spendin' time on me
She's got me spendin'
(Oh)
Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump

What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream

'Cos of my hump, my hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump my hump, my lovely lady lumps
Check it out

I met a girl down at the disco
She said, ?Hey, hey, hey yea let's go?
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
And let's spend time, not money

I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff
Milky, milky cocoa
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky right

They say I'm really sexy
The boys they wanna sex me
They always standing next to me
Always dancing next to me

Tryin' a feel my hump, hump
Lookin' at my lump, lump
You can look but you can't touch it
If you touch it I'ma start some drama

You don't want no drama
No, no drama, no no no no drama
So don't pull on my hand boy
You ain't my man, boy
I'm just tryn'a dance boy
And move my hump

My hump, my hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump my hump

My lovely lady lumps
My lovely lady lumps
My lovely lady lumps
In the back and in the front
My lovin' got you

She's got me spendin'
(Oh)
Spendin' all your money on me
And spendin' time on me
She's got me spendin'
(Oh)
Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump

What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off this hump

What you gon' do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I'ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work

She's got me spendin'
(Oh)
Spendin' all your money on me
And spendin' time on me
She's got me spendin'
(Oh)
Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me

So real
So real
So real
?

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I Need More - Lyrics - Rupaul

Title: I Need More
Artist: Rupaul
Composer(s): Rupaul Charles, Derek Brin, Sami Mckinney, Marlaina Kemp

Lyric:
Don't think baby I'll be a fool for you
Don't think you can keep doing what you do to me
Boy, I ain't happy with the love you give, no, no, no

I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?
I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?

I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?
I'm tired of you sayin' the same ol' thangs, shut it up and give me more

Tonite I feel like dancin', I'ma hang out with my girls
So spare me your complaining 'cause you're livin up in my world
Where you get off tellin' me how I'm supposed to live
I ain't your possession tell me what yo' problem is?

Don't think baby I'll be a fool for you
Don't think you can keep doing what you do to me
Boy, I ain't happy with the love you give, no, no, no

I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?
I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?

I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?
I'm tired of you sayin' the same ol' thangs, shut it up and give me more

Don't ask me where I'm going, and I won't tell you where I've been
'Cause what you've been givin' that don't even pay my rent
Remember when I told you lovin' me could be intense
I need stimulation or you're gonna get dismissed

Don't think baby I'll be a fool for you
Don't think you can keep doing what you do to me
Boy, I ain't happy with the love you give, oh, no

I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?
I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?

I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?
I'm tired of you sayin' the same ol' thangs, shut it up and give me more

Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me?
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me?
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me?

I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?
I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?

I need more
Baby, I ain't too hard to please, why can't you give me what I need?
I'm tired of you sayin' the same ol' thangs
Won't you give me, give me, give me?

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Walk Like A "G" - Lyrics - Fiend

Title: Walk Like A "G"
Artist: Fiend
Composer(s): Richard Anthony Jr Jones, Craig Lawson, J Tapp

Lyric:
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I think they lovin' my drug dealer strut

Somethin' about the way I make moves
Some think it the shoes and just uh mu'fuckas like to blame it on TRU
When I do, what I do and talk that slang
Makin' the hardest street niggaz askin' me can they hang

Ain't no thang but you must wear khakis or G bose?
Neck touchin' some gold and fully don't love hoes
Blowin' smoke out ya nose, keep a box of optimos
Hustlin', so you can come up on the pearl, proper rose

Up in clubs, rock in clothes, big ballas have never seen
Keep their mind wanderin' and steady servin' fiends
In my jeans a 9 gat, jack because of my rep
My other pocket full of money, givin' me this funny step

You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I think they lovin' my drug dealer strut

You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I think they lovin' my drug dealer strut
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut

I walk, high talk, G's up and soldiers down
I used to bob and weave when I was on that doodoo brown
Face down on the ground, when Slim come around
Or I be forced to bring more noise than the Beats By The Pound

I just got out the pen, so I bounce when I walk
And say ya heard me, every time that I talk
4-4 boys I used to balk but now I got a glock 40
I feel sorry for any nigga that wanna get naughty

I love fuckin' up parties, watchin' bitches like Charlie
Ask Magnolia Shorty, that's my people, she could call it
My mama told me, I still walk the same way
Talk the same way, every since I was yay

You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I think they lovin' my drug dealer strut
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut

You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I think they lovin' my drug dealer strut
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut

I ain't got to show it for nobody, you can see that I ball
3 months, fuck the walker, I was struttin' 'fore I crawl
Before the old school even had the, "Yes, yes, ya'll"
I was spendin' my uneven money on my family in the mall

Young Fiend, was the guard, I breaks rules with it
My [Incomprehensible] got grooves with it 'cause I packs tools with it
I simply acts a fool with it, roll, represent-a
Wear minks in the winter, Tank iced in the center

My step is the agenda, not only this voice
But it's crazy 'bout my hips, naw they ain't havin' my choice
Now the moral to the story is that I'm cold with it
Made a song about my stroll with it, if you was with it, can ya dig it?

You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I think they lovin' my drug dealer strut
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut

You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I think they lovin' my drug dealer strut
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut

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Hey Shawty - Lyrics - 613: Ashy to Classy - Field Mob

Title: Hey Shawty
Album: 613: Ashy to Classy
Artist: Field Mob
Composer(s): Shawn Johnson, Darion Crawford, Emanuel Anderson, Amin Anwar Miller

Lyric:
Hey hey, hey hey, hey shawty
Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey shawty
Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey shawty
Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey shawty

Swisher in my ear when I'm rollin' up
I see this beautiful whore, she finer than a mutha' fu'
Got ya hair and ya nails did, got the little kid with the cashews
With an attitude that you could never lose
I know you think I'm paid because I'm lookin' at ya car
Just call me Old E 'cuz baby, you the star
I see you lookin' at me, lookin' at you
That voodoo that you do got me gone so I sing a song
(Hey shawty)

For times I'm alone with the number of your phone
You givin' me the eye so I know it's really real on
First let me tell you 'bout my baby mama at home
And as you'll find out, it's time to time out
You in the same situation
The love probation got you fiendin' for some dick, you ain't slick
But you got your hair right
Plus you look and smell good and it read right

Hey shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
Fiendin' for some pussy 'cuz I need me a shawty
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
I can be your nigga but you can be my shawty

Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
Fiendin' for some pussy 'cuz I need me a shawty
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
I can be your nigga but you can be my shawty

I been all over the world, look for a fine girl I could trust
Lookin' me up and make a nigga better
[Unverified] you up and know I got you lovin' to fuck
I can't wait 'til I get home
Lay down, is you feelin' me now, let me hold ya boo
Take a picture with ya, let me get close to you
I'm a give it to you like a nigga 'posed to do
You overdue, I'm a hit you like you told me to

Slow ya roll 'cuz I'm a make you love me slow
Before you go, don't even wanna open the door
I'm in you again, we smokin', eyes rollin' again
We in the bed, got ya legs up, pumpin' again
Please ya good, ya need, I'm a feed you good
Feed you good, my girl don't need no nigga
Rubbin' ya down, I'm so in love with your mind
And it's the first time, so let me tell, girl, I'm lookin' for

Hey shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
Fiendin' for some pussy 'cuz I need me a shawty
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
I can be your nigga but you can be my shawty

I's at the club, kickin; it and watch them hoes shake
Puffin' on weed, guzzlin' gin and O.J.
I was fucked up, itchin to bust a fast nut
Lovin' nothin' but sluts who back that ass up
Then I met you, me sweat who, sweat you?
If I did it was to caress and undress you
You was off the chain with the eyes
Nice smile, fat butt, big breasts too, I had to stress you

To see if you was gonna let me hit it and run
Whip it and quit it, because you made it quicker to come
But you told me, slowly, no, no
Plus you'll never ask me for no dough
Now I mention the [unverified], me and you been livin' it up
Things done changed, but now you been givin' it up
I'm deep in ya guts, havin' women and squeezin' ya butt
[Unverified] status wit' the position to chill

Hey shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
Fiendin' for some pussy 'cuz I need me a shawty
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
I can be your nigga but you can be my shawty

Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
Fiendin' for some pussy 'cuz I need me a shawty
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
I can be your nigga but you can be my shawty

You say you need a nigga
That could take you to your destiny, ecstasy
I can take you there, right hand up in ya cock
Left hand strokin' through yo' micro-braided hair
I'm a make you come
Tantilizing erotic pleasure for both of us, let me ease your pain
Come and let me heat your flame
Relax as I ease your strain as I beat your thing

Not the one to eat your thing
I leave that to your lucious, lunch box, cocksucker for free
But if you keep it on the low-low, I'm a hurt if you don't know
You can keep the cock in it for me
Shit, if you don't give a damn if we, I'm a bring the whole family
[Unverified] the house of Girbauds
Eighteen, [unverified], Giaminar [unverified]
Run a train, make the pussy pop afar, bring it on

Hey shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
Fiendin' for some pussy 'cuz I need me a shawty
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
I can be your nigga but you can be my shawty

Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
Fiendin' for some pussy 'cuz I need me a shawty
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
I can be your nigga but you can be my shawty

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Bounce - Lyrics - Genesis - Busta Rhymes

Title: Bounce
Album: Genesis
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Mike Elizondo, Melvin Bradford, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Bounce, bounce, bounce niggas
Come on bounce, come on bounce, bounce
Come on bounce bitches, come on bounce
Come on bounce, come on bounce
Everybody bounce niggas, come on bounce
What come on, come on
I'm sayin' bounce bitches, come on bounce now

Yes, yes y'all, you know we takin' it all
See how we bringin' the street corner to Cargenie Hall
It be so funny to see how badly they want it
The fall, fuckin' up somethin' me and my niggas is ready to brawl

Now I'm ready to call my niggas get off of the wall
I run up in the club like how these bitches will run in the mall
While we poppin' the collar holla you need to folla the scholar
Hustle for dollas and rock it until manna

My niggas, know how we do it
I do it for the love and the riches, my niggas hittin' them switches
I got the rent from my bitches, you fuck around, you'se a goner
Put this shit back in order and keep in mind
That I might be fuckin' somebody's daughter

My niggas that be keepin' it gully and hang on the corner
Bitches get the strippin' and shakin' they shit how they wanna
Let me see it mama, and start showin' ya shit
I love the way you make it bounce and get the throw on ya shit

Bounce, represent where you from
Let me see ya throw it , let me see ya throw it
To all my ladies, I love the way you make it
Let me see ya throw it, let me see ya throw it

East Coast niggaz, now let me see ya throw it
West Coast niggaz, now let me see ya throw it
My dirty South niggaz, now let me see ya throw it
My Midwest niggaz, now let me see ya throw it

Now let me warn ya
The way we comin' you we bringin' the storm y'all
Pack the garden up watchin' all of my niggas form y'all
The way we always do it, you sayin' we wrong y'all

You still be lovin' the way we put it on y'all
Oh baby, I know you know I really mean well
Mizzy givin' me head all up inside of my V-12
Female bitches throwin' they pussy at retail

All up in ya face seein' every intricate detail
Now we rollin' wit bigger money we foldin'
Crackin' more in the safe in money we holdin'
Hold on, pause, these bitches be droppin' they drawers

Layin' flat on they stomach and poppin' it all on the floor
Comin' to get us, we tossin' ya niggaz like lettuce
Leavin' you beat up regrettin' the moment you met us
Bitches open for bonin' and fuckin' they starvin' the let us

Sweatin' and drippin' on niggaz and startin' to wet us
Check out the way that we reppin' we comin' to get it
Get the fuck out the club if you ain't rollin' wit it
I be givin you bitches some shit you be wontin' to goggle

Hittin' these bitches that focus on wantin' to model
Whether you whippin' up in the truck or you revin' the throttle
Or you wlyin' up in the club or you throwin' the bottle
Just let me see it mama and start showin' ya shit
I love the way you make it bounce and get the throw on ya shit

Bounce, represent where you from
Let me see ya throw it , let me see ya throw it
To all my ladies, I love the way you make it
Let me see ya throw it, let me see ya throw it

East Coast niggaz, now let me see ya throw it
West Coast niggaz, now let me see ya throw it
My dirty South niggaz, now let me see ya throw it
My Midwest niggaz, now let me see ya throw it

Bounce

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Ghetto - Lyrics - A Change Is Gonna Come - Leela James

Title: Ghetto
Album: A Change Is Gonna Come
Artist: Leela James
Composer(s): Wyclef Jean, Leela James, Jerry Duplessis

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Lyric:
She's gettin' ghetto up in here
She's gettin' ghetto up in here
Whoa, whoa, whoa

She be like, one Mississippi, two Mississippi, stop!
Backed up, [Incomprehensible] roll then you drop
Like I said before, he's my man
What part of that conversation don't you understand?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)

Boots don't come off, grease up my face, put you in your place
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)
I didn't wanna scrap, poppin' all that when ya gotta fall back now
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)

Tryin' to be a lady but you keep pushin' me, it's gonna get pretty
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)
Leave me alone and go on by the way 'stop blowing up his cellphone'

When you had him, you mistreated him
Now I found him and I'm feedin' him
And he's happy, there's no drama
So you can save those high notes for the opera

'Cause I ain't givin' him up, I'm lovin' him up
Me and him every night, drinkin' from the same cup
They say you don't know a good thing 'til it's gone
And now he landed in my arms

She be like, one Mississippi two Mississippi stop
Backed up, [Incomprehensible] roll, then you drop
Like I said before, he's my man
What part of that conversation don't you understand?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)

Boots don't come' off, grease up my face, put you in your place
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)
Didn't want to scrap, poppin' all that when ya gotta fall back now
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)

Tryin' to be a lady but you keep pushin' me, it's gonna get pretty
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)
Leave me alone and go on by the way 'stop blowing up his cellphone

Took advantage of his kindness
Didn't appreciate his sweetness
Now I'm present, you're the past
Ain't my fault what y'all had didn't last

'Cause I ain't givin' him up, I'm lovin' him up
Me and him every night, drinkin' from the same cup
They say you don't know a good thing 'til it's gone
And now he landed in my arms

I wanna kill the confusion
(Girl, there ain't no confusion)
I want you to know it's me he's lovin'
(You know it's you I'm lovin', yeah)
I'm even thinking about having his children
So, I think you should find yourself a new boy
'Cause this ship done sailed a long time ago

Have you ever been in a party?
Droppin' your sexy and bottles came flyin' in your direction?
Turned around saw two kitty cats fightin'?
Tried to play the good Samaritan, now your face is scratchin'

They gettin' pretty, pretty, they gettin' girly, girly
Someone call security 'bout to be an ally
Stilettos comin' off, white tees commin' off
When the cops shut it down half the party's in my loft

One Mississippi two Mississippi stop
Backed up, [Incomprehensible] roll, then you drop
Like I said before, he's my man
What part of that conversation don't you understand?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)

Boots don't come' off, grease up my face, put you in your place
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)
Didn't want to scrap, poppin' on the cap when ya gotta fall back now
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)

Tryin' to be a lady but you keep pushin' me, it's gonna get pretty
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)
Leave me alone and go on by the way, 'stop blowing up his cellphone'

Ya, listen it's the sound of Leela James with the Refugees
Uh, uh, don't make me get ghetto
(Trouble in here, leave 'em)
I don't wanna get ghetto, no

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Damn Thing Called Love - Lyrics - After 7

Title: Damn Thing Called Love
Artist: After 7
Composer(s): Jonathan Buck

Lyric:
I've been down and out but never this low before
And sometimes felt left out but never outside your door
We've been far apart but never this far, oh girl
I can't bridge the distance, baby, anymore

If you love me then just show me
But if you don't, then go on baby
With yourself and do what you wanna do with your life
And leave me alone

'Cause I'm cryin' for your lovin'
And I'm hopin' that this feelin' will die
But if it don't then girl, you've ruined my world
For the last time

I've got this damn thing called love
I've got it for ya but it just ain't enough
So I just watch my heart break
With every chance I take with you, with you

I'm out of my mind for love
Givin' you all just ain't enough
What am I supposed to do
To get with you, baby, lady, hey?

Yes, other girls have been good to me
But they never did the things you did for love
I guess you must have had to love me a lot
To spare the pain that you could rid me of

We've grown so far apart
From used to be so intertwined
No more love you baby
In the middle of the night

If you love me, well then show me
But if you don't then go on baby
With yourself and do what you wanna do with your life
Just leave me alone baby

'Cause I'm cryin' for your lovin'
And I'm hopin' that this feelin' will die
But if it don't then girl, you've ruined my world
For the last time

I've got this damn thing called love
I've got it for ya but it just ain't enough
So I just watch my heart break
With every chance I take with you, with you

I'm out of my mind for love
Givin' you all just ain't enough
What am I supposed to do
To get with you, baby, lady, hey?

Whoa yeah, ooh yeah
Baby, yeah, ooh, baby
I don't know what to do lady
To keep [Incomprehensible]

Oh, come home back, baby
Oh, don't you know? Don't you know?
Don't you know? Don't you know?

If you love me then you'll show me
But if you don't then go on baby
With yourself and do what you wanna do with your life
Leave me alone

But I'm cryin' for your lovin'
And I'm hopin' that this feelin' will subside
But if it don't then girl, you've ruined my world
For the last time

I've got this damn thing called love
And I've got it for ya but it just ain't enough
So I just watch my heart break
With every chance I take with you, with you

I'm out of my mind for love
Givin' you all just ain't enough
What am I supposed to do
To get with you, baby, lady, hey?

I've got this damn thing called love
And I've got it for ya but it just ain't enough
So I just watch my heart break
With every chance I take with you, with you

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Givin It Up - Lyrics - The Morning After - Deborah Cox

Title: Givin It Up
Album: The Morning After
Artist: Deborah Cox
Composer(s): Allstar Gordon, Cox Deborah Isaac Hayes, Teron O Beal, Joel Campbell

Lyric:
You know he's wrong, when he stays out all night long
And he don't return your calls, well I ain't got time for that
You better walk away, girl it's time to make that change
You know that all men ain't the same
'Cause I be lovin' my man 'cause he don't get down like that

If he's giving you more
(Than a little bit)
And if he's giving his all
(Can you handle it?)
You keep holding it down
Yeah if he's givin' it up
Hold it down for the one you love

See I remember those days when they took more than they gave
And the tears rolled down my face, for someone to give me that good love
But then he came and turned my lonely nights to brighter days
And I never will be the same
'Cause I be lovin' my man, ladies can you feel me
And if your man is givin' you more

If he's giving you more
(Than a little bit)
And if he's giving his all
(Can you handle it?)
You keep holding it down
Yeah if he's givin' it up
Hold it down for the one you love

Is it his style? He's got the jeans and Timbs and the iced out pinky ring
Is it his ride? Got the Benz on chrome but it don't mean a thing to me
Does he spend time? Takin' first class flights but I'd rather be at home
So he can touch me, slowly, cause when we're all alone, he gives me more

If he's giving you more
(Than a little bit)
And if he's giving his all
(Can you handle it?)
You keep holding it down
Yeah if he's givin' it up
Hold it down for the one you love

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12 O'Clock (Explicit Album Version) - Lyrics - Marques Houston

Title: 12 O'Clock (Explicit Album Version)
Artist: Marques Houston
Composer(s): Joe Budden, C Bold, C Stokes, Marques Houston

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Lyric:
It's ya boi, M.H.
Joe Budden
(Joey)
We at it again

Ok, I got my bathin' apes, check, outfit, check
No need to iron, might need to iron
Wit these jewels on, it?s likely they'll be iron
Ask mami dancin' beside me if she ridin'

Or what she sippin' on, mink got my fitted on
She somethin' vivid on, we came to get it on
Came to get it on, drink a lil' here
Everybody throw a drink in the air
It's goin' down, come on

I stepped in da party like whoa
What's da deal wit it? Ain't no hands in da air unless it's a drink wit it
Honeys lovin' 'cus they know I rock da bells in here
Thugs wit me 'cus they know I roll wit Kells and dem

Then I spot mami shakin' like a tambourine
Wanna eat it just like a jelly bean
Mami's givin' me all these nasty dreams
And I'm glad I brought my ass to the right party

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no going home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

Stack my chips, make dem hits and
I can tell that y'all love my shit
And got my shirt off, wit my Timbs on
Here all night so you know it's going on

Mami shake it like a tambourine
Wanna eat it just like a tangerine
Mami's givin' me all these nasty dreams
Glad I brought my ass to the right party tonight

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no goin' home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

No more excuses, now in the two doors exclusive
And everything is all inclusive
We can do it all if my boys included
On da phone wit her friends invite 'em all, let's do this

Get things juicy, it's more than enough room in da jacuzzi
For you to lose the feeling of a groupie
Leave ya dude lose the feeling of a hoopty
New Kells playing feelin' on yo' booty

Keys to the Ferrar, leave in the garage
Starts wit a massage, ends wit ménage
Ends in me gettin' da skins to some DeBarge
Just 'cus she tellin' her friends it was garbage

Four a.m., gotta a babe on the cell
Five a.m., on my way to the tel
But then around six, same thing, different chick
XL mag, perfect fit, now to the bridge, let's go

Baby showin' me all these crazy things
Got me nibblin' on her belly ring
'Bout to get into the swing of things
She keep rubbin' againist my swinga thing

We off up in the other room so hot
Shorty's about to take off that pink tank top
All I wanna say is, shorty drop it like it's hot
(Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot)

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no goin' home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no goin' home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

Da, da, da

Rocafella records
MH, Joe Budden
(Joey)
TUG, Chris Stokes, I see you boy
(It's the Roc, you bastards)

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