Keep Your Hands Off My Girl (Deutsch) - Lyrics - Good Charlotte

Title: Keep Your Hands Off My Girl (Deutsch)
Artist: Good Charlotte
Composer(s): Joel Madden, Benji Madden

Lyric:
Let the record play
Let the record play
Let the record play

The way that you dance
The way that you move
The way that you stare at me
Across the room

You carry Dior bags
And you got your Chanel
You wear Louis Vuitton, HG and YSL

Now I got Bathing Ape, I got DCMA
I got brass knuckles hanging
From my neck in my chain

I got a model 26
But she stays in her place
I got a Kershaw neatly
Tucked inside in my waist

And the record keeps playing
The same old song
The hipsters been muggin' on me all night long

They say, aha, ahha
Keep your hands off my girl
Keep your hands off my girl

They say, aha, ahha
But the record keeps playing
The same old song

They say, aha, ahha
Keep your hands off my girl
Keep your hands off my girl

Now she sweating my friends
And my hurricane shoes
She likes the records I spin
My Adam Barton tattoos

But she can't say what's up
So what does she do
She just stays posted up
The other side of the room

I got AMC tattooed on my hand
I got black wall street on a black bandanna

And the record keeps playing
The same old song
The hipsters been muggin' on me all night long

They say, aha, ahha
Keep your hands off my girl
Keep your hands off my girl

They say, aha, ahha
But the record keeps playing
The same old song

They say, aha, ahha
Keep your hands off my girl
Keep your hands off my girl

She, she, she don't wanna talk about it
He, he, he wants to fight about
Me, me, I don't wanna fight about it
And I just wanna be about it
I'm just trying to stay out of it

Step out the wagon
You know the boy starts to hate
The girl that came with him
Less like that's not the boy she dates

They get to fighting and swearing
And now the boyfriend is staring
The disco ball on the ceiling
Looks like the chain that I'm wearing
But the music keeps playing

I got brass knuckles hanging
From my neck in my chain
I got brass knuckles hanging
From my neck in my chain

And the record keeps playing
The same old song
The hipsters been muggin' on me all night long

They say aha, ahha
Keep your hands off my girl
Keep your hands off my girl

And the record keeps playing
The same old song
The hipsters mean muggin' on me all night long

They say aha, ahha
Keep your hands off my girl
Keep your hands off my girl

You carry Dior bags
And you got your Chanel
You wear Louis Vuitton, HG, and YSL

Now I got Bathing Ape, I got DCMA
I got brass knuckles hanging
From my neck in my chain
I got brass knuckles hanging
From my neck in my chain

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Keep Your Hands Off My Girl - Lyrics - Good Morning Revival - Good Charlotte

Title: Keep Your Hands Off My Girl
Album: Good Morning Revival
Artist: Good Charlotte
Composer(s): Joel Madden, Benji Madden

Lyric:
Let the record play
Let the record play
Let the record play

The way that you dance
The way that you move
The way that you stare at me
Across the room

You carry Dior bags
And you got your Chanel
You wear Louis Vuitton, HG and YSL

Now I got Bathing Ape, I got DCMA
I got brass knuckles hanging
From my neck in my chain

I got a model 26
But she stays in her place
I got a Kershaw neatly
Tucked inside in my waist

And the record keeps playing
The same old song
The hipsters been muggin' on me all night long

They say, aha, ahha
Keep your hands off my girl
Keep your hands off my girl

They say, aha, ahha
But the record keeps playing
The same old song

They say, aha, ahha
Keep your hands off my girl
Keep your hands off my girl

Now she sweating my friends
And my hurricane shoes
She likes the records I spin
My Adam Barton tattoos

But she can't say what's up
So what does she do
She just stays posted up
The other side of the room

I got AMC tattooed on my hand
I got black wall street on a black bandanna

And the record keeps playing
The same old song
The hipsters been muggin' on me all night long

They say, aha, ahha
Keep your hands off my girl
Keep your hands off my girl

They say, aha, ahha
But the record keeps playing
The same old song

They say, aha, ahha
Keep your hands off my girl
Keep your hands off my girl

She, she, she don't wanna talk about it
He, he, he wants to fight about
Me, me, I don't wanna fight about it
And I just wanna be about it
I'm just trying to stay out of it

Step out the wagon
You know the boy starts to hate
The girl that came with him
Less like that's not the boy she dates

They get to fighting and swearing
And now the boyfriend is staring
The disco ball on the ceiling
Looks like the chain that I'm wearing
But the music keeps playing

I got brass knuckles hanging
From my neck in my chain
I got brass knuckles hanging
From my neck in my chain

And the record keeps playing
The same old song
The hipsters been muggin' on me all night long

They say aha, ahha
Keep your hands off my girl
Keep your hands off my girl

And the record keeps playing
The same old song
The hipsters mean muggin' on me all night long

They say aha, ahha
Keep your hands off my girl
Keep your hands off my girl

You carry Dior bags
And you got your Chanel
You wear Louis Vuitton, HG, and YSL

Now I got Bathing Ape, I got DCMA
I got brass knuckles hanging
From my neck in my chain
I got brass knuckles hanging
From my neck in my chain

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Keep Your Hands Off My Baby - Lyrics - Beatles

Title: Keep Your Hands Off My Baby
Artist: Beatles
Composer(s): Gerry Goffin, Carole King

Lyric:
We've been friends for oh so long
I let you share what's mine
When you mess with the girl I love
It's time to draw the line

Keep your hands off my baby
(Keep your hands)
Ain't a-gonna tell you but a one more time
So keep your hands off my baby
(Keep your hands)
Boy, you get it through your head
That girl is mine

I don't mind if you lend my clothes
Jewelry and such
Here is something that you get straight
There's one thing you don't touch

Keep your hands off my baby
(Keep your hands)
Ain't a-gonna tell you but a one more time
So keep your hands off my baby
(Keep your hands)
Can you get it through your head?
That girl is mine

Ow, baby!

Keep your hands off my baby
(Keep your hands)
Ain't a-gonna tell you but a one more time
So keep your hands off my baby
(Keep your hands)
Can you get it through your head?
That girl is mine
(Keep your hands)

Oh keep your hands off my baby, now
(Off my baby)
She's mine
(Keep your hands off my baby)
You better watch your step now
Boy, you get it through your head
That girl is mine

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You Got Me - Lyrics - Private Room - Avant

Title: You Got Me
Album: Private Room
Artist: Avant
Composer(s): Steveen Huff, Bonnie Bramlett, Myron Lavell Avant, Leon Russell, Delaney Bramlett

Lyric:
Just like Eve done to Adam
(You got me)
Temptation so strong
I don't wanna even fathom
(You got me)

I'm in quick sand
With cement shoes
(You got me)
And like Lucille
I'm singing the blues
(You got me)

Girl you're my water
Like my money
You're my suga
You got me

Girl your love flows through me
And I can't keep my hands off you
Girl you taste so damn sweet
You got me

See you are the reason
That I haven't turned my TV on
(You got me)
And you are the reason
That I don't listen to love songs
(You got me)

And you are the reason
That I haven't ate in days
(You got me)
And you will be the reason
That this man will fade away
(You got me)

Don't you know don't you know
I'm sitting around like a bump on a log
Draggin my feet waiting for your call
Mama called me about a quarter to nine
(Can't answer)
Didn't answer her call don't wanna block my line

Girl you're my water
Like my money
You're my suga
You got me

Girl your love flows through me
And I can't keep my hands off you
Girl you taste so damn sweet
You got me

Listen there's a reason
Why I'm feeling this way about you girl
You got me going crazy
Naw you just don't understand
(A candle dinner)

You like eyes slipping
(A candle dinner)
Your rollers and hair pins
(A candle dinner)

Your flowers and your balloons
(A candle dinner)
Your lotion and your perfume
(A candle dinner)

The way you used to celebrate
(A candle dinner)
The times that you will make me wait
(A candle dinner)
The joy you brought to my home
Now everything is gone

Girl you're my water
Like my money
You're my suga
You got me

You got me
You got me
(You got me)

(You're my water)
Girl your love flows through me
(Like my money)
And I can't keep my hands off you
(You're my suga)
Girl you taste so damn sweet
You got me

It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
...

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Peep Show - Lyrics - Curtis - 50 Cent

Title: Peep Show
Album: Curtis
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Tony Campana, Jeffrey Irwin Bass, Curtis James Jackson, Marshall B. Iii Mathers, Michael Jr. Strange

Lyric:
(When you breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down)
This is what it sounds like when I'm breakin' it down
Yeah, I'm breakin' it down
Man, this is what it feels like when I'm breakin' it down
(When you breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down)

It's not my fault
It's not my fault
(I'm hot man)
It's not my fault
It's not my fault

Till the sun comes up every night
We party and we party 'til daylight
We be gettin' it in, come on, we gettin' it in
A lil' Hennessey, a lil' juice and gin

It's not a fantasy, it's not pretend
We gon' do it, we gon' do it, we gon' do it again
Till the sun comes up every night
We party and we party 'til daylight

I shouldn't have to tell you, shorty, you should know
I'm really been lookin' into yo' freak show
You gimme a little baby then I'ma want mo'
O.D.B. said that I like it raw

Exotic her body been movin' on the flo'
Enough to make a nigga lose control
I'm down to go wherever you wan' go
You got a man now keep it on the low

I do my thing, you know I waste my dough
I got a few stacks me and you can blow
We get into the hotel after the show
I know how to romance you, be my private dancer, yeah

On your mark, get set, girl, now here we go
Racin' off to see your peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo'
When you breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down

Ready or not, shorty, now here I come
Shake that thing, girl, now back it up
Work it, work it, girl, you turn me on
When you breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down

They say I'm not the same it's 'cause I'm filthy mayne
I'm off the chain I don't play no games
I'm hustlin' hard, homie, I do my thang
You fuck wit' the paper then watch the hammer go bang

Now shorty I like the way she move them hips
I'm tryna get her in my bedroom and shit
We can take a long time or get it done quick
We can camcord the shit make a boom-boom flick

It's, oh, so many places that we can go
I really want you, shorty, shorty, now you should know
Girl, your body's callin' me hear you loud and clear
We ain't got to leave now we can do it right here

On your mark, get set, girl, now here we go
Racin' off to see your peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo'
When you breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down

Ready or not, shorty, now here I come
Shake that thing, girl, now back it up
Work it, work it, girl, you turn me on
When you breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down

The way you move
(The way you move)
You make me lose
(You make me lose)
All control
(All control)
I know you know
(I know you know)

You're so seductive, you make me wanna touch it
I ain't got to tell you, you know I wanna fuck you
I'm feelin' your style, you better watch me now
My tongue'll be in your mouth, my hands'll be in your blouse

When you get me aroused you put a spell on me
Man, if I can't have you I'ma go crazy
I want you bad now and if you want me
Girl, come to me now, I said come to me now

Come to me now? You gon' come to me now?
Apple in your mouth, tackled on the couch
Shackled in the house, I'll be back in about
Twenty minutes or less wit' my Hannibal mask

And when you wiggle around and giggle in that cage
I know I couldn't wait to get you off that stage
From the moment I met you had to let you know
I just wanted to get you through my bedroom do?

You makin' me feel like I'm in middle school still
You squeal like a little girl you pitiful, chill
We gon' fuck, I just popped this little blue pill
You can leave but wait, I gotta shit on you still

I shouldn't have to tell you, shorty, you should know
I hope you really gettin' into my creep show
Let me shit on your chest and if some pee comes out
Just guzzle it down, just guzzle it down

On your mark, get set, girl, now here we go
Racin' off to see your peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo'
When you breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down

Ready or not, shorty, now here I come
Shake that thing, girl, now back it up
Work it, work it, girl, you turn me on
When you breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down

It's not my fault
It's not my fault, I can break it down
It's not my fault
It's not my fault, can you break it down?

It's not my fault
It's not my fault, I can break it down
It's not my fault
It's not my fault, can you break it down?

It's not my fault

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Imagine That - Lyrics - G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time) - Ll Cool J

Title: Imagine That
Album: G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time)
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Dana Stinson, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Just how practical she is
[Incomprehensible], baby
I just want you to fantasize with imagination
Know what I'm saying, uh, yeah, yeah

Uh, yeah, I like that
Give me some more, some more of my vocals
You know, sex 'em up a little bit
You know, what I mean?

You're the honey that I see when I'm ridin' by
The one givin' me a feeling that I can't deny
You got the Prada boots on suede hittin' your thigh
Actin' like my chrome twenties ain't catchin' your eye

Sometimes I slow down catch the ass in the mirror
Turn the fog lights on to see the legs more clearer
You're turnin' me on, keep me standing up
I wish that I could prove to you that I'm man enough

I come up to your job and handcuff your boss
Throw that nigga in the closet and turn the lights off
Then sit you up on the copy machine
Make copies of your kitten with my chin in between

Then I'll take you to the window so the world can see
Baby, I'm down on my knees let your world be free
Pearl tongue, come get up on this desk with me
Multiple orgasms is your destiny

Wet dream, ride like you're going to Queens
Like I just gave you fifty thou and ya just turned 18
To hell with your boss, let that nigga hear you scream
Soundin' like that screech on the fax machine

Then we can take it to the ladies bathroom
Make your mascara run till you look like a raccoon
Touch yourself, baby, tell me it's wet
Squeeze tight so I'll never forget, here we go

I'ma get you for your paper, make you leave ya girl
(Imagine that)
Make you trick on me around the world
(Imagine that)

Have you callin' me your ultimate thrill
(Imagine that)
I got you whipped tell your niggas to chill

I'ma hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide
(Imagine that)
Me and my fold got my broads collide
(Imagine that)

Knockin' girls off two at a time
(Imagine that)
Disrespect you and still make you mine
(Uh, uh)

Uh, imagine I'm your teacher and you stayed after school
You've been a bad girl, you broke all the rules
Forgot your homework, chewed gum in class
And the only way to fix it is to give me some ass

I got a three piece suit on sitting at my desk
I kinda need a shave but my body smell fresh
You're wearing a plad skirt and long white socks
The vibe is thick, baby, we both red hot

I kiss your neck, unbutton your blouse
Let my fingers make circles on the edge of your mouth
Your apple's so ripe, I'm your tutor for life
Got your beggin' me to put you on detention tonight

You could read the Iliad and the whole Odyssey
But no Trojan soldier scold you like me
Match the calculus then measure my frequency
But when you blast on my lap that's the highest degree

Put your hands on the chalkboard scratch it with ya nails
Give me goose pimples when ya put yo tongue on my dimples
Baby, feel me now you got yo ass suspended
Got a letter for your parents but I didn't wanna send it

I stopped by the crib you invited me in
You convinced me somehow to sip some juice and gin
Then you take me to your parent's room and laid me on my back
You twistin', kissin' ya fist like that

Rubber meets the road till the tire goes flat
I filled it up with air again baby, hold that
You a bad girl, look you got your sheets all wet
Squeeze tight so I never forget the teacher's pet

I'ma get you for your paper, make you leave ya girl
(Imagine that)
Make you trick on me around the world
(Imagine that)

Have you callin' me your ultimate thrill
(Imagine that)
I got you whipped tell your niggas to chill

I'ma hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide
(Imagine that)
Me and my fold got my broads collide
(Imagine that)

Knockin' girls off two at a time
(Imagine that)
Disrespect you and still make you mine
(Uh, uh)

You was laughin' with your girlfriends, sippin' a drink
When I came up from behind you and wrapped you with my mink
Guided you to the dance floor and held you tight
We in the Tunnel in the back with the dim red lights

I'm rockin' the tank top, baby, nothin' but ice
You rockin' the, baby tee and mini skirts and spikes
The club is so black we can't see our own hands
I know you feel that bulge through them Fubu pants

You bold huh, you wanna grab it in your hands
Rub your ass all up on it, 'cause you know that I want it
God, gave you beauty and you love to flaunt it
Life is a song, you were born to perform it

Let's drink the Cristal at the same time
Get intoxicated till we lose are minds
The crowd separated as we start to shine
I lift you in the air your skirt starts to climb

We tongue kiss deep in front of the whole crowd
The lights start to flash the music is too loud
We hit the back door and jump in the limousine
You pull up your skirt, I put some ice in between

You're tired from the dancin', so I kiss your feet
Even though we outside, I hear the bass from the beat
Funk master Flex chop it up for the freaks
DJ Enuff make the mommies wanna creep

No problem uh mi spouse no aqui
Tu muy caliente tu vamos con mi
Si mami I'm the chaffer make it whip
Take a ride bet you never forget
Here we go

I'ma get you for your paper, make you leave ya girl
(Imagine that)
Make you trick on me around the world
(Imagine that)

Have you callin' me your ultimate thrill
(Imagine that)
I got you whipped tell your niggas to chill

I'ma hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide
(Imagine that)
Me and my fold got my broads collide
(Imagine that)

Knockin' girls off two at a time
(Imagine that)
Disrespect you and still make you mine
(Uh, uh)

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Is That Your Chick - Lyrics - The Understanding - Memphis Bleek

Title: Is That Your Chick
Album: The Understanding
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Timothy Z Mosley, Malik Deshawn Cox, Melissa A Elliott, Carl Terrell Mitchell

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Lyric:
R O C, Memph Bleek
Jigga man, Missy, Twista, Sho' nuff
Yeah, yo

Don't get mad at me, I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em, I replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep callin' me Big
(And another one)
And my name is Jay-Z, she was all on my dick

Gradually I'm takin' over your bitch, comin' over your shit
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You comin' home to dishes and empty soda cans

I got your bitch up in my rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her, I'm a bolder man
Imma pimp her, it's over man

When I twist her in the gold sedan
Like I'm goldie man, you're bitch chose man
Jigga man, Iceberg with the frozen hands
Weddin' bands don't make it rosy man

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Yo, check it now, yo, yo, your hoe chose I
I ain't gonna lie, what I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye, recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side of the ride, damn Bleek, can't speak
Uh, huh, okay, what's up, shut up and close the door

Act like you been in the drop top on the open road before
Fix your weave, then fix me, ever gave head doin' 160?
Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy
How you love how the white wife beater fit me? M-dot, him hot, them not
(That's gangsta)

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screamin' like a demon
Fiendin' for the semen, Chrome gleamin' like the dome off Keenan
Gone while I'm leanin' smokin', I'm whip it in the stomach
Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashin' your money

Why you acting so funny? You know she been flirtin' while your workin'
Behind the curtain knuckles jerkin' for certain
Poppin' that pussy, sweatin' till no fluid is left
When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death
You gon' ruin your rep, trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers

Playa lectures got me shinin' like a new Gator stepper
Must have been mad
When your ho put my stuff in the dash, bust in her ass
To climax I come up with a nab, the game don't stop

Legit ballers bendin' up the block
Niggas rushin', comin' at us 'cause of status and props
Suckin' and fuckin', loving it when I put tha dick up inside her
Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Yo, yo, why you home alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, hotel balcony
How she say Jay you can call the house for me?
There's no respect at all, you betta check her dawg

She keep beggin' me to hit it raw
So she can have my kids and say it was yours
How foul is she? And you wifed her
Shit, I put the rubber on tighter

Sent her home, when she entered home
You hugged her up, what the fuck is up?
She got you whipped, got your kids
Got your home, but that's not your bitch

You share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl
It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick
Ain't savin' it, unfaithful bitch

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Yo, how dumb the pimp? I heard he trick
Bought a new five, maybe six
Copped that for his new down bitch
And I was diggin' that down since '96 shit

Memph man I'll take your bitch
Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip
And you know how it go when it come to the hoes
She can do the same thing to the clique you know

Your hoe chose, don't get mad at me
Got your wife callin' me daddy
Put her out on the street let her get that cheese
My bad is that your freak

But you know how a thug do
When a nigga hit that, it's fuck you
Keep it snug, tre deuce in the boot
Niggas wanna act, get a motherfuckin' slug too

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Cool out homie, you betta keep her away from my ballin' clique
Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix
From hanging out with chicks who be swallowin' dicks
From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks
That can only lead to something unfortunate

Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your bitch
Play the floor dot Jigga man go first then we all rock 'cause we all hot
You know the boys from the Roc got them whores on lock
Got them bitches in the smash makin' yours drive fast
'Cause we get more cash than the average nigga

All dem hoes like damn, I gotta have this nigga
'Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that
You would fuck mine, how the hell can you knock that?
I'm just playing the cards choosenly Jigga man who ya supposed to be?

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

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True To Your Heart - Lyrics - 98 Degrees And Rising - 98 Degrees

Title: True To Your Heart
Album: 98 Degrees And Rising
Artist: 98 Degrees
Composer(s): David Zippel, Matthew Wilder

Lyric:
Baby, I knew at once that you were meant for me
Deep in my soul I know that I'm your destiny
Though you're unsure, why fight the tide
Don't think so much, let your heart decide
Baby, I see your future and it's tied to mine
I look in your eyes and see you searching for a sign
But you'll never fall, 'Til you let go
Don't be so scared, of what you don't know

True to your heart
You must be true to your heart
That's when the heavens will part
And baby, shower you with my love
Open your eyes
Your heart can tell you no lies
And when you're true to your heart
I know it's gonna lead you straight to me
(Got to be true to your heart)

Someone you know is on your side can set you free
I can do that for you if you believe in me
Why second-guess, what feels so right
Just trust your heart, and you'll see the light

True to your heart
You must be true to your heart
That's when the heavens will part
And baby, shower you with my love
Open your eyes
Your heart can tell you no lies
And when you're true to your heart
I know it's gonna lead you straight to me
(Got to be true to your heart)

Ya know it's true) Your heart knows what's good for you
(Good for you) Let your heart show you the way
(Ya know it's true) It'll see you through
(Got to be true to your heart)
Girl, my heart is driving me to where you are
Well, you can take both hands off the wheel and still get far
Be swept away, enjoy the ride
You won't get lost
With your heart to guide you

True to your heart
You must be true to your heart
That's when the heavens will part
And baby, shower you with my love
Open your eyes
Your heart can tell you no lies
And when you're true to your heart
I know it's gonna lead you straight to me
(Got to be true to your heart)

True to your heart
You must be true to your heart
That's when the heavens will part
And baby, shower you with my love
Open your eyes
Your heart can tell you no lies
And when you're true to your heart
I know it's gonna lead you straight to me
(Got to be true to your heart)

When things are gettin' crazy (crazy)
And you don't know where to start (to start)
Keep on believin', baby (baby)
Just be true to your heart
When all the world around you (baby)
It seems to fall apart (apart)
Keep on believin', baby (baby)
Just be true to your heart
(Got to be true to your heart)

When things are gettin' crazy (crazy)
And you don't know where to start (to start)
Keep on believin', baby (baby)
Just be true to your heart
When all the world around you (baby)
It seems to fall apart (apart)
Keep on believin', baby (baby)
Just be true to your heart
(Got to be true to your heart)

When things are gettin' crazy (crazy)
And you don't know where to start (to start)
Keep on believin', baby (baby)
Just be true to your heart
When all the world around you (baby)
It seems to fall apart (apart)
Keep on believin', baby (baby)
Just be true to your heart
(Got to be true to your heart)

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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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My Baby Mamma - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: My Baby Mamma
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Jerold Ellis, Anthony Gilmour, Garrick Husband

Lyric:
Stress, that's all y'all hear
I like a bag of stress
(Is that right?)
Baby mamma's own
Speak on this, uh

My baby mamma, why y'all be crazy daily
Hit us up with drama, playin' with babies
And tryin' to break your player partners
Wonder why we blaze weed and steadily smokin' marijuana?
Your baby mamma, your mamma

My baby mamma, probably been screwed
By so many dudes that she's confused
Keep makin' moves and breakin' fools and V-12's
Like you and I, I flew in' high of Endo and I.C.E.

That baby's supposed to look like me
Girl, youse a lie, now who's them eyes?
Where did he get that big-ass hair-fro?
Lookin' like a baby macks hair-drum, huh

Platinum, until my bread come, so she can try to sue me and do me
Like they did my man Num, my baby mamma
The typical groupie, she watch me go from
Squattin' the hoopie, to clockin' loochie and the prowl

I see woman livin' me coochie like, catch
(Catch)
Go, go smoke-a-lot Rolex stretch in the crowd, grab a bitch, hey
Throw up your hands if you're H-O-support
Throw up your hands if you're going to court, hey

The life that you live is long not short, hey
Dig it, you catch a nigga like me smokin' weed
On the porch with your baby mamma

My baby mamma, why y'all be crazy daily
Hit us up with drama, playin' with babies
And tryin' to break your player partners
Wonder why we blaze weed daily smokin' marijuana?
Your baby mamma, your mamma

Your baby mamma
I know she freak nasty something like a black Madonna
To get me back behind my back she probably fuck my partner
But you can have her player partner
Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma
(Your mamma)

My baby mamma, not dat, different from many same schemes
To conceive a nigga, baby and basically fuck up everything
Bring your whole castle to ruins
If you don't see your baby in my presence then I'm suing

I knew you was scandalous, manless
But I took a chance though
Now every time a nigga get paid I see your hands hoe
(Ice that dough)
You stick the D.A. on me, and even worse than that

You got my little baby daughter thinkin' Daddy phony
But will she grow up; you tell her your faulty tales
When you took my essence, I check and spent all the mail
I was in jail, you told lies to my mum

Scooped the next nigga and sucked him at the prom
Now, I'm going to court for welfare-back payments
Because I didn't keep receipts and bank statements
I got the lead on ya, you only Daddy's little girl
Because I think your daddy's sweet on ya
Your baby mamma

Why y'all be crazy daily, hit us up with drama
Playin' with babies and tryin' to break your player partners
Wonder why we blaze weed and daily smokin' marijuana?
Your baby mamma, your mamma

Your baby mamma
I know she freak nasty something like a black Madonna
To get me back behind my back, she probably fuck my partner
but you can have her player partner
Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma
(Your mamma)

Your baby mamma's, they come in all shapes and sizes
With little surprises in their bellies
They use it to buy Christelly Chanelle jellies
And ounces of smelly al-greenery, smokin' out the whole scenery

My baby mamma, the craziest bra since my wife
At night, she the type to go sleep walkin' with a knife
Like Jason Nikitcha, tryin' to slit ya wrist and the bitch wit'cha
Did ya forget its been three years since I fucked wit'cha
(Bitch)

Quit fuckin' my high off, quit showin' up at shows askin'
For dough fuckin' my life off
Listen my boss players' haters, let the playboy
Smoke-a-lot for nature, lace, modulate ya
(Hey)

Tie you shoes on these down-home blues
Out of all the woman I choose your baby mamma look like boo-bleh
I got some top notches I know you do to
But nine times out of ten your baby mamma look like boo-boo nigga

My baby mamma, why y'all be crazy daily
Hit us up with drama, playin' with babies
And tryin' to break your player partners
Wonder why we blaze weed and daily smokin' marijuana?
Your baby mamma, your mamma

Your baby mamma
I know she freak nasty something like a black Madonna
To get me back behind my back, she probably fuck my partner
But you can have her player partner
Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma
(Your mamma)

Now who got the baby mamma's uh, uh
Now sexy mamma's, mamma's, mamma's
Now, who go the baby mamma's? Dig it
Hey, the classy mamma's, mamma's

Hey, hey, the welfare mamma's, mamma's
Hey, the section eight mamma's, mamma's
Hey, hey, now who got the baby mamma's?
Dig it, uh, done deal

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Put Yo Fist Up - Lyrics - The Leprechaun - Lil' Flip

Title: Put Yo Fist Up
Album: The Leprechaun
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Wesley Eric Weston, Todd Berry

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Lyric:
Got to do something for the playas if you ain't a real playa
You'll have to go to the back of the club, this for the playas
And the ballas and the pimps, for everybody, south side
Who rocking lots of ice, teeth shine, piece shine
Pull up looking clean on two twenty's nigga

Put your fist up if you wearing a Rolex
Put your wrist up, grab your Styrofoam
Cups of drink mixed up if your car broke down
Get it fixed up playas put your fist up

Let your piece shine if you got diamonds in your grill
Let your teeth shine and when we at the club
We be creased down, you ain't never seen
No playa like me, don't ball with sucka free

I just put some new rugs in my two story club
Hoes getting dug in my king size tub
Boys getting drugged, trying to act like a thug
No fucking love while I sip purple mud
I fly like a dove, smoke like a champ

Never run from no one 'cause I might catch a cramp
Smoking damp, fucking on a old school tramp
Ten dollar rock for a twenty food stamp
My name is Carlos holla fuck these hoes
Life is like ballet stay on your toes

My dream is to keep the world up all night
'Cause I got enough 'caine to have a snowball fight
I floss gators, got cribs with elevators
So much cash I bought a pool for my neighbors
Dope house and sucka free, run your ass up a tree
Fuck with me and you'll be keeping dad company

Put your fist up if you wearing a Rolex
Put your wrist up, grab your Styrofoam
Cups of drink mixed up if your car broke down
Get it fixed up playas put your fist up

Let your piece shine if you got diamonds in your grill
Let your teeth shine and when we at the club
We be creased down, you ain't never seen
No playa like me, don't ball with sucka free

When I walk into the club people say, ?Where he go??
But when I open up my mouth they be like, ?There he go?
When Redd sliding through the club I'm throwing my elbows
Any girl I snag, she sticking like velcrow
And when I take my watch off, they say, ?Who cut the lights off??

And I can freestyle all night until they cut the mics off
As soon as I touch the stage, broads ain't paging they man
Instead they spilling liquor, waving they hands
Well I'm a valet parker and a endo sparker
So many waves in my hair I got to wear swimming goggles

Now we ready to buy the bar tossing shit the counter
People notice my name and run over the [unverified]
Now when you see me in the club, I'm dressed top of the line
I'm mixing up codeine and popping bottles of wine
I met a chicken head from Michigan showing her tattoo
Hit it off at the bar too, let's scram so we could car pool

Put your fist up if you wearing a Rolex
Put your wrist up, grab your Styrofoam
Cups of drink mixed up if your car broke down
Get it fixed up playas put your fist up

Let your piece shine if you got diamonds in your grill
Let your teeth shine and when we at the club
We be creased down, you ain't never seen
No playa like me, don't ball with sucka free

Hey, this for my Blacks, Asians, Chinese and Caucasians
Muslims, Irish and even Jamaicans, Hispanics, Indians
Throw your sets up and all the fine women, raise your dress up
Hold up your piece if you got ice in it
And put your white cups up if you got pink sprite in it

You might see me at the bar but I don't drink that much
I just bought an Escallade and I'm gone paint that truck
I got three million in the bank, but it ain't that much
Now when I look at magazines I say ain't that us
I'm in the VIP section, wearing a black dob

I got the women screaming whoa but my name ain't Black Rob
Man, they screaming Lil' Flip at the front of the club
A nigga buzzed off this remmy with a blunt and a hug
When sucka free in the club women lose they brains
If I need ice in my cup, then I use my chain, bling bling

Put your fist up if you wearing a Rolex
Put your wrist up, grab your Styrofoam
Cups of drink mixed up if your car broke down
Get it fixed up playas put your fist up

Let your piece shine if you got diamonds in your grill
Let your teeth shine and when we at the club
We be creased down, you ain't never seen
No playa like me, don't ball with sucka free

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Fuck Em All - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: Fuck Em All
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Lee Jackson, Rufus Lee Cooper, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Yafeu A. Fula, Mutah W. Beale, Katari T. Cox, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
You a what? Bad boy killaz
(That's right bitch, fuck em' all)
Hahaha yeah nigga, fuck em' all
(That's right bitch, fuck em' all)
Fuck all you muthafuckers
Ay yo Biggie put your hands up

Now I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers
When they scrappin'
Blast and watch em' back up
Notorious biggie killer
Affiliation with death row
Niggaz get their caps pealed back
Fool this the west coast

Fuck a misdemeanor I'm raisin' hell like felonies
Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these
Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded
Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'
Got a Mercedes for these tricks
That thought I quit
Then got a drop top Jag for these bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack

I'm smokin' bud in the back
I wait for niggaz to trip
'Cause bitch I love to scrap
Now mama raised me as a thug nigga
With love niggaz
I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer
I went from rocks to zines
Writing raps and movies
I went from trustin' these tricks now they all want to sue me
So fuck em' all

(That's right bitch, fuck em' all)
Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, fuck em' all)

Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin' peak
Even the baddest be gettin' murdered in they seats
I'm addicted to these streets
Like crack is to these creeps
Seein' visions of a prison
Wake up screamin' in my sleep
Is there a heaven in this hell
A possibility of livin' well

But if they killin' me
I get my stripes and whose to tell
Choosing to sell
I'd rather die and be deceased
World mob nigga addicted to these fucking streets

Now put your muthafucking hands up
If you're a rider
Niggaz ain't killers
So they hidin'
Why?
Fuck em' all, touch em' all
That's the way that we do it
Ride up, hop the fuck out watch that bitch nigga lose it

Man I'm as strong as this game
Y'all be knowing my name
(Edi)
A young high strung thug nigga
Created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane
Gettin' fucked by the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass
So fuck em' all

(That's right bitch, fuck em' all)
Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger
Affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, fuck em' all)
I do my girl all by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to call me
(That's right bitch, fuck em' all)
Back off I hit at everyone of you homies, so don't get comfortable
I'm runnin' you
(That's right bitch, fuck em' all)
Nigga, we outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya love us we thuggin'

I got glad bags with enemies
Cut up so they remember me
Soaked up in Hennessey
So they relatives know it's me
You can bet your last dollar
I'll dick em' and holla
Ridin' these hooches
Like they some heavy ass Chevy impalas

Jump up and get your ass shot up
For the profit pick my glock up
I'm bustin' in self defense ya see
Poppin' nobody got em'
Holla Outlaw riders
Mash up on the gas pedal
Vacate the scene
Count the cash and stash the precious metal

Here come the coppers
The swat team and the helicopters
Them crackers is crazy
Why? 'Cause they'll never stop us
I watch Arnold Schwarzenegger
Bust some body in the movie
Now I want to do it too
Ohh, ohh niggaz is too through
True to the game
I claim Outlaw riders
We give a fuck what they try
I'm

'Cause Young Noble behind it
Can you picture me stickin' niggaz for they watch and chain
Kick back 'lil nigga
And watch the game
Get your mob rocked and what-not
We keep it poppin' like a drug spot
The streets know what's hot
Trust me

Even my hood call me baby Malcolm X with the trek's
Shower some slugs on em'
I've got a brother don't rest
And he keep some drugs on him
Always in grind mood
Hustle to find food
Ever seen faces of death
That's what my nine do

I keep my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
With my back against the wall
Like I'm runnin' outta time
Even rap with a gat
I must be goin' out my mind
Like I'm up against the world
This guerrilla team of mine
Screamin'

Thug life bitch, fuck em' all
(That's right bitch, fuck em all)
And die for em'
Even if them the last nigga left I'ma ride for em'
Feel me?
Until they kill me, that's how I'm rollin'
Fuck em' all
Let them die
That's my slogan
Fuck em' all

(That's right bitch, fuck em all)
Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, fuck em all)
I do my girl up by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to call me
(That's right bitch, fuck em all)
Back off I hit at everyone of you homies so don't get comfortable
I'm runnin' you
(That's right bitch, fuck em all)
Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya love us we thuggin'
(That's right bitch, fuck em all)
(That's right bitch, fuck em all)
(That's right bitch, fuck em all)

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Tha Beehive - Lyrics - La Bella Mafia - Lil' Kim

Title: Tha Beehive
Album: La Bella Mafia
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Ray Evans, Kimberly Jones, Estate Of Christopher Wa

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Lyric:
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy

Ms. White, that bitch with a thousand looks
Come through with a thousand crooks
I just know what it takes to get this money like Blow
Catch a body, get a face lift, disappear like Pablo

Y'all niggas think I won't jump in the heap
Well, let's dance, you lames are finished
I serve all y'all cowards like a game of tennis
Act like you want some of this and I'll give you the business

You see the yellow and black, you know what it's about
Wrinkled assed niggas gets ironed, to straighten you out
I got thugs in the east, thugs in the south
That'll stick with the AIDS needle and piss in your mouth

I kept 'em on a leash and now it's time to let 'em out
Better pray to Jehovah, the game is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, ever underestimate
Lil' Kim the poster girl at 718

Ride outta town with my nigga, holdin' his weight
After it's cooked, chopped in eights the size of plates
You bitches ain't been through shit, you just minors
What you know about stuffin' half a bricks in your vagina

It's the dick licker, it's the baby sipper
Ain't a bitch alive can make a nigga cum quicker
Baby girl's pussy get wetter than a shower cap
Got my mans back like a Jansport napsack

And Queen Bee gon' bring you nothin' but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for killin' these beats
You in the wrong department, this the upper class section
You hoes is startin' to irritate me like a yeast infection

Good heavens, somebody get the Monostat 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why don'tcha
The boss lady, I hold it down for my babies
Rappers better run and hide 'cause here comes the Beehive

It's your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets
Breathin' dro colored Benz's with dutch colored seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, duckin' the sweep
Nigga jump off, then get pumped off your feet

I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant with numbers
I'm tryna blow sticky in Brazil with the Hummer
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' this tech
Then that's 32 shots, our throwback's like Mitchell and Ness

Man, I'm a project nigga, still piss on the steps
And keep the brim on my fitted a little twist to the left
I play the block, fifth in my sweats, reppin' my set
It's Rossie from the pharmacy, get it correct
(Beehive)

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
(Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out)
(The Beehive)

Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my guns ain't warm
Beatin' niggas close to death with my house slippers on
You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a coward to front
Fuck your project, your building got flowers in front

Every chick I roll with, OZ in the cunt
I was OT in Mass, pushin' flower for months
Sprinklin' gun powder, oughta put a haze on my blunt
I spit a hundred and fifty bars when I'm blazin' 'em out

'Cause I can do that with razor blades stuck in my mouth
Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty right on the couch
Any rap shit I ever barked on, to hot to handle
And my rims bigger than lower Manhattan manholes

Listen up for 2003 tan rover
Stash box hold guns like Afgan soldiers
Wanna murda 16, well we the niggas you call
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all y'all
(Beehive)

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
(Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out)
(The Beehive)

Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the name I earned in the streets
'Cause my bars so hot, it be burnin' the beats
Meltin' my pen, I have slugs meltin' your chin
When I throw you over the bridge, helpin' you swim

You better wear a metal hat when you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets like [Incomprehensible] packin' your waves
Or snatch your face off like I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be five of y'all, puttin' eight in your grave

'Cause niggas think they hard, but they softer than bread
When them shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead
The next step is to off you, dead
I'ma cut your fuckin' neck off and have Kim auction your head
(Beehive)

See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for cheques
Even if I know you, I demand respect
And if I put you in the body bag, your man is next
The Advakid and Queen Bee gon' leave the game in a mess
(Beehive)

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
(Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out)
(The Beehive)

It's young Goldie, the Advakid, put you to rest
I ride around with two 38's tucked in my sweats
A pump in trunk and a nine under the seat
Enough ammo to blow the earth from under your feet
(Beehive)

And we got cake for killas like Hyde and Jeckyl
Snippers put red dots on your face like freckles
Don't make me have to reach for the lead
You'll think the bullets was rain drops how they all hit your head

I'm that slim kid that they say is probably hot
She only with me 'cause of what she think I probably got
Am I gon' be with her for long, probably not
Unless you're cute and suck a dick like a lollipop

Niggas talk about guns and they just bust caps
Niggas talk about ki's whey they just flip packs
When it come to my money, suggest you gimmie that
'Cause you know bullets fly in pairs like Petey Pab
(Beehive)

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
(Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out)
(The Beehive)

Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out
The Beehive

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Luv Me, Luv Me - Lyrics - Janet Jackson

Title: Luv Me, Luv Me
Artist: Janet Jackson
Composer(s): Norman Jesse Whitfield, Terry Lewis, Orville Burrell, Roy C. Hammond, Johnny Mosegaar Pedersen, Alexander Benj Richbourg

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Lyric:
Original lover, lover, mm, yeah, uh
(Yeah)
Catch a groove girl, catch a groove, that's right
(DJ)

A who da man dat love to make you moist and wet
A who da man dat love to make you moan and sweat
A who da man dat love to make you scream out "Yes"
(Mr. Lover, Mr. Lover)
A who da man dat love to make you moist and wet
A who da man that love to make you moan and sweat
A who da man dat love to make you scream out "Yes", naw
(Mr. Lover)

Sweet, succulent and fine
A twinkling eye on my darling divine
I love the way you move all the way you're designed
Your only lines are my mind, forget the corny line
Now let me hit you off with this question sign
You seem to be the type for me to wine and dine
A little candlelight dinner toasted over some wine
Well, I will hit you off with this lyrical rhyme

Now Mr. Lover keep her rockin', Mr. Lover keep her rockin'
Mr. Lover keep her rockin' and swing
Now Mr. Lover keep her rockin', Mr. Lover keep her rockin'
Mr. Lover keep her rockin' and swing

Ooh boy, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
Once I get my hands on you
(Luv me, luv me, luv me sex machine)
Ooh boy, I love you son
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
I hope you feel the same way too
(You know dat)

Step in my caravan of love
So I can love, gonna give you hotter rubs
Dem ever wet kisses wit' dem brazen hugs
And now your sweet, silky body on my Persian rug
While we sippin' Coke from da same ol' mug
I'm readin' fortune cookies from the Chines proverb
It had some great stuff written in it with some cool rub-a-dub
A little ol' reminisce in the hot tub, huh

Now Mr. Lover keep her rockin', Mr. Lover keep her rockin'
Mr. Lover keep her rockin' and swing
Now Mr. Lover keep her rockin', Mr. Lover keep her rockin'
Mr. Lover keep her rockin' and swing

Ooh boy, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
Once I get my hands on you
(Luv me, luv me, luv me sex machine)
Ooh boy, I love you son
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
I hope you feel the same way too

Girlie, Girlie
Yeah, you woke a real love machine
Girlie, girlie
Whoo, I'll hit you between the sheets
Girlie, girlie
Girl, you love to moan and scream
Girlie, girlie
You know what I'm sayin'
(Yeah)
Shuh

Girl, you're unique
Now let me take a whiff of that sweet physique
You're the only girl allowed to make my heart stop beatin'
Let me, ha, ha, let's kick it heartlessly
To be the lady of your color is an honor indeed
Leave a lastin' impression for weeks and weeks
I want to throw rose petals to your humble feet
Lay you gently on my sheet and sexercise you to sleep, huh

Mr. Lover, Mr. Lover, Mr. Lover
Mr. Lover, Mr. Lover, Mr. Lover

Ooh boy, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
Once I get my hands on you
(Luv me, luv me, luv me sex machine)
Ooh boy, I love you son
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
I hope you feel the same way too

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Head Over Heels (Remix) - Lyrics - Allure

Title: Head Over Heels (Remix)
Artist: Allure
Composer(s): Marlon Williams, Sean Moltke, Nasir Jones, Mariah Carey

Lyric:
Yeah, The Firm
Track Masters, Escobar, Allure
Keep it raw

Hey yo, The Bridge, keep rockin'
We comin' through, bottles poppin'
Allure, when your album droppin'
The place is packed

Many faces, there's some I know
And some know me from buying cases
Cash stacks, shorties peepin'
Is she Puerto Rican or half black

Puff, puff give, I need to live
Please pass that so I can zone
Maybe shoot a jewel in baby girl dome
It's a crazy world, lemme drive you home, let's go

By the way, the name's Esco
The platinum range make your man know
We wet those, if he front I got the tech close
To you much respect goes for going through
Had to put it on you, Allure you
You gotta leave, I'll call you, it's been real

Boy, I can't understand it
See I never really felt like I do
When I'm around you, baby
And I just can't explain it
But I'm feeling so high
And I just can't deny it's on you

Tell me you want my love
Baby, please don't deny
What you're feelin' inside
Say you've been thinkin' of
Holdin' me, touchin' me, feelin' my every need

Head over heels, it seems so real
I feel like I'm falling in love
I'm lost inside of my desire
Oh baby, can't you see
I'm falling for ya head over heels

Baby, baby I'm longin'
Just to have you to myself
I don't want nobody else, no
Baby, my body's calling
Won't you come, get my love
Because I really need you so much

Tell me you want my love
Baby, please don't deny
What you're feelin' inside
Say you've been thinkin' of
Holdin' me, touchin' me, feelin' my every need

So much in common, I know you like the way I act
You been around real cats, all your life, since way back
You still got it 'cuz you was turned out once
Guess you learned, ain't no future with them burnt out stunts

Left the hood to get your own thing, we're home team
Pushing through, watch ya chrome gleam
Yeah aight, you probably heard that my pipe gained tight
Rocking V V S stones

Powder blue whips with egg headlights
Center weed gettin' all in your weave, I put out the trees
And crack the moon roof only for you to breathe
You get a extra set of keys, I tell the world while I'm out on tour
Keep your hands off my girl's Allure

Baby, can't you see
How you make me feel
Oh baby, can't you see
I'm falling for you head over heels

It seems so real
I feel like I'm falling in love
I'm lost inside of my desire
Oh baby, can't you see
I'm falling for you head over heels

It seems so real
I feel like I'm falling in love
I'm lost inside of my desire
Oh baby, can't you see
I'm falling for you head over heels

It seems so real
I feel like I'm falling in love
I'm lost inside of my desire
Oh baby, can't you see
I'm falling for you head over heels

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