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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Lady Bug - Lyrics - So Cold (Dig) - Breaking Benjamin

Title: Lady Bug
Album: So Cold (Dig)
Artist: Breaking Benjamin
Composer(s): Aaron Fincke, Jeremy Hummel, Ben Burnley, Mark James Klepaski

Lyric:
What did you say to me?
I'm not a novelty
You're playing revelry
But no one's listening

I am a simple man
Without a simple plan
Let's make it easy
And just get out while we can

And I'm the one you want hey lady bug
You were always on the mind of everyone
Lady bug, you're pathetic and I said it more than once
Lady bug, I believe you couldn't reach me where I am
Where my feet won't hit the ground

The time is passing by
You're my insecticide
The pressures on our eyes
And now I untie

Beautiful little bird
I'll fix your broken wings
I'll let you lie here till you
Fly away from me

And I'm the one you want hey lady bug
You were always on the mind of everyone
Lady bug, you're pathetic and I said it more than once
Lady bug, I believe you couldn't reach me where I am
Where my feet won't hit the ground

What did you say to me?
I'm only here to clip your wings
You cut me down to size
I'm only living my life

Lady bug, you were always on the mind of everyone
Lady bug, you're pathetic and I said it more than once
Lady bug, I believe you couldn't reach me where I am

Where my feet won't hit the ground
Where my feet won't hit the ground
Where my feet won't hit the ground
Where my feet won't hit the ground

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Candi Bar - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: Candi Bar
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): Patti Austin, Keith Murray, K Abdul-Rahman

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Lyric:
She looks like a
She looks like a
She looks like a
She looks like a

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a

Heya love love, you little fly lady bug
Come and swing this episode wit more from up above
With them Earl Jeans on fitting tight like a glove
You little Cinammon Toast Crunch, come show me some love
Slim goodie got tittle litties
Yeah, but she's a picture post card pretty fat kitty little bitty
You're provoking me, giving me the notions
To make me wanna lick your funky emotions

She can make a crippled man walk and a blind man see
How can I put this?
She can make the Grinch love Christmas
How can I manifest her uniqueness in vernacular?
Like a chocolate candi bar
Yeah that describes her

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a

I seen her at the park on the black top watching the kids play
Hey style complimented the sunny day
There's a mild nature about her
Gentle but firm for all the bullshit life brought her way
You reflected beauty of a starless night by far
Like Billy Joel said, "I take you just the way you are"
I had a crush on you since the days of love tap
Karate shoes you had jelly cornrows with the peas in the back

I knew you'd grow to be a fine specimen someday
You the very inspiration for the song I sing
The way you sprint the runway and scale the catwalk
Your life is a movie and the camera's never off
It's like love at first taste, coming deep from within
From your DNA structure to your whole body ova
Your beauty is respected in the eye of the beholder
I love that little chocolate bar tattered on your shoulder

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a

Oh yeah, the time is now and the place is here
So come a little closer let me kick it in your ear
And share this wit you girl you super official
I just wanna bite you girl you look good like a Snickers
Ooh la la, ah wee wee
Walking by looking all like I exctasy
Got doe ma didn't know, good gracious alive
Aw shuck now, there she go

Hey yo, come and rest your feet my little chocolate soufflet
I know you're tired you been running through my mind all day
And oh my goodness, can I get a witness?
This roundy brownie is something to see
I never had a craving like this before, I'm addicted
Lord have mercy, please give me strength
Dark, rich and thick like a fresh baked cake
Just thinking of your shape girl I catch a tooth ache

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a

We just buggin' out a little bit
Showing versatility
Yeah
She looks like a
She looks like a

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

My Main Roni - Lyrics - 613: Ashy to Classy - Field Mob

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

Lyric:
My main girl, ain't that some shit, I ain't with it
Niggas ain't shit, bitches ain't either
All that fallin' in love and all that
It don't work, it ain't never work
Adam and Eve couldn't even true to each other
So how you expect me and another Shawty
I ain't lyin' I ain't lyin'

I ain't gone lie, I admit I just wanted to fuck some
Get cha, split cha, hit cha and trick you to suck some
Love and leave ya, like Tina and Rick James
But I fell for your jazzy class and trick games
Your in the process, I'm just tryin' to get cha naked
Not slip the bullet see and plus that you should be respected
Never neglected gave you my all and all
I bought your jewelry, nails hairdos and all your draws
I call and call, straight bug-a-booin' for real

That's when I knew this never imagine love for you was trill
Makin' love was like heaven right here on your couch
Beatin' and diggin' each morning
My wife, damn right and proud to say it
My lady, I can trust I done finally made it
My main thang, my Lil' Shawty, my old lady
Took conversation wit my homies, this hoe crazy
This hoe think we be goin' on trips and fuckin' groupie hoes

And I be lyin' when I say I'm at the studio
Listen'n to he said, she said so she went and cheated
She be givin me head and him, too
Heard you be caken him and call'n him boo
I want back my pink ice rings and Tim boots
You can get back all this bullshit you bought me
Fooled me, had me think'n you was my Shawty, Shawty
Caught her fucked up, can't say shit so keep ya trap shut
Knowin' ya wrong on my phone and I know when I tapped up

You was my main Ronni
Got all your game from me
But then you changed on me
I, I, I never would have thought that you was cheatin' on me

'Cause you got game from me
Shiny diamond rings from me
But then you changed on me
I, I, I never would have thought that you was cheatin' on me

I know it was plain for me
But now it's plain to see
You're not the dame for me
I, I, I never would have thought that you was cheatin' on me

'Cause you put shame on me
You left me to hang Ronni
Love'll never be the same for me
I, I never would have thought that you was cheatin' on me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, back in the day
When I thought about us girl I thought about marriage
Me, you, new crib kids and a carriage
Thought everything was all good all gravy
You was my hope I was your Bo Brady
For real, I loved you so much
My damn dick got hard think'n about your touch
You were sweeter than candy

And had a pussy print that look like a midget man
Standin' in your panties
Fine motherfucker thick thighs, boleggs
Thought you was a queen, hell yea I broke bread
For slow sex and more head than asprin'
Lately huff'n and puff'n, bus'n nuts gaspin'
For air, grabbin' your hair, you booted over
Never reachin' the bed legs spread on the sofa

Gave you my time and money that's all I had
I ain't ask you for shit but you gave me crap
Yeah I heard you was fuck'n and suck'n my boy Dennis
Wait a minute let me finish, while I be at the job work'n bus'n my ass
You be sneak'n and creep'n the street fuck'n for cash
I can't believe this shit girl I loved you
Now I wish I wouldn't even fucked wit you
You can use the phone you better call Tyrone
Pack your shit and be gone when I come back home

You was my main Ronni
Got all your game from me
But then you changed on me
I, I, I never would have thought that you was cheatin' on me

'Cause you got game from me
Shiny diamond rings from me
But then you changed on me
I, I, I never would have thought that you was cheatin' on me

I know it was plain for me
But now it's plain to see
You're not the dame for me
I, I, I never would have thought that you was cheatin' on me

'Cause you put shame on me
You left me to hang Ronni
Love'll never be the same for me
I, I never would have thought that you was cheatin' on me

You was my main Ronni
Got all your game from me
But then you changed on me
I, I, I never would have thought that you was cheatin' on me

'Cause you got game from me
Shiny diamond rings from me
But then you changed on me
I, I, I never would have thought that you was cheatin' on me

I know it was plain for me
But now it's plain to see
You're not the dame for me
You want nothin' from me no no

'Cause you put shame on me
You left me to hang Ronni
Love'll never be the same for me
Never be the same, never be the same

Oh never be the same, no no
You're not the one I want
You're not the one for me, no no

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Harry Hippie - Lyrics - Bobby Womack

Title: Harry Hippie
Artist: Bobby Womack
Composer(s): For

Lyric:
Everybody claims that they want the best things outta life
But not everyone, not everyone
Wanna got through the toils and strifes

Like this particular fella walks around
All day long singin' this song
Sha na lah dah dah lah dah dah dah dah

Harry Hippie, lies asleep in the shade
Life don't bug him 'cause he thinks he's got it made
He never worry about nothin' in particular
Oh he might even sell free press on sunset

I'd like to help a man when he's down
But I can't help him much
When he's sleepin' on the ground

He's like a bottle in water
Harry just floats through life
Walks around all day long singin' this song
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh yeah

Mary Hippie, she's Harry's lady
Panhandles pennies just to feed Harry's baby
She can lie down a story so incredible
Man, you wanna help her take the food
Home and put it on the table

I'd like to help a man when he's down
But I can't help ya Harry
If you wanna sleep on the ground
Sorry Harry, you're too much weight
To carry around

But he still walks around all day singin' this song
Sha dah dah dah sha nah nah nah nah nah
Nah sha lah lah lah lah dah dah dah

Street child, street child, tell me where
Will you be goin'
When old man winter gets his horn
And starts blowin'

Will you hang around L.A
Or hitch a ride on a freeway?
Meet an old familiar face in a new place

I'd like to help a man when he's down
But how can I help him
If he's somewhere outta town?

Sorry Harry, think I'm gonna put you down
Sha dah dah dah sha dah dah dah dah
Sha lah lah lah lah dah dah dah
Everybody help me sing this song, oh yeah

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Scandalous - Lyrics - Personal Conversation - Case

Title: Scandalous
Album: Personal Conversation
Artist: Case
Composer(s): Cam'Ron Giles, Michael Small, Case Woodard, T Geter-Tillman, Nathaniel Hall, Burwell Kenny Kornegay

Lyric:
Yo, yo, uh, uh
Y'know how Cam act drunk or playin' sacks, stand back
Have a girl with a grand pack on Amtrak
Real shrewd, all these niggas be harrasing a dude
Eat a girl that's mad or put glass in my food

Or kill me in my sleep or fill me in deep
And if we in Alaska, still we feel heat
She know how to treat me, don't bug me or beat me
And after she skeet me, she fuck me

I remember the days when I wanted you
And tell me, dancing lady, said to step to you
But now that I'm gone, attitude is gone
Say you wanted me all along, what should I do for you?

Oh, so damn sexy but you're scandalous
I know I need a baby I can trust
Oh, when it comes to you
All I wanna do is give it to you

Now don't pretend it ain't my antics that attracted you
Ain't nothing changed about case since I first met you
But now that I'm on, your attitude's gone
You say you wanted me all along what should I do?

I always wanted to give it to you
Touch you in the places you want me to
Now is my time to put it on you
If only you tell me you want me to

Oh, so damn sexy but you're scandalous
I know I need a baby I can trust
But when it comes to you
All I wanna do is give it to you

Uh, uh, uh
Nice girls with a fella thought
I need a hoe that make her tell that bitch
Come give me from the Hella Port

With a blunt roll, hear her bone
Fault even with the stunt
Case be unfold, drink milk a month old
Be duckin' a fever with one roll

And no one to console, come roll
With Big Pun and, yeah, Kenny Smoove
Take a bath, bitch
And get her in any move

Oh, so damn sexy but you're scandalous
I know I need a baby I can trust
But when it comes to you
All I wanna do is give it to you

Oh, so damn sexy but you're scandalous
I know I need a baby I can trust
But when it comes to you
All I wanna do is give it to you

Oh, so damn sexy but you're scandalous
I know I need a baby I can trust
But when it comes to you
All I wanna do is give it to you

Oh, so damn sexy but you're scandalous
I know I need a baby I can trust
But when it comes to you
All I wanna do is give it to you

Oh, so damn sexy but you're scandalous

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

Wife 4 Life - Lyrics - The Rose That Grew From Concrete - 2pac

Title: Wife 4 Life
Album: The Rose That Grew From Concrete
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Ahmad Lewis, Tupac Shakur, Jubalani Smith-Freeman, Kip Wilson

Lyric:
(4th Avenue Liberty Jones, K-Ci)
Tat chat, chat, ooh, 4th Avenue Jones
K-Ci himself
(Himself, himself)
Shabba dabba dee swee swee
Ha, ha, oh, yeah, lemme tell you now, oh, yeah

I never planned that I'd be married to settle, no chance
(Yeah)
Wedding bands rock the heaviest metal
And I'm the center hip hop
My M3 seat three, don't need commission
(That's right)

So either we rhyme or design the beat to flip with
Don't stick with music 'cause I hand lose it
It serenades me while I land cruise it
If I'm stressed or soothing

Something I can make the fans move with
Said I be singing 'til I saw you was like man, who this?
While JD Mingle be gettin' at you with a brand new twist
Switchin' my linger, wishin' I could be the one you cling to
I ask you for you number maybe I can ring you

Six months later when I'm sick my baby bringin' me food
Hang with the fellas, I said, "Mainly, I'll be hangin with you"
Ready to have that satisfaction of you saying I do
(Yeah)
Since you finally did it, now we together mind, body, spirit
That's something can't no body interfere with, for life
(For life)

4 life, my wife 4 life
You say yes
Yes, you will be my wife
My wife, my wife

4 life, my wife 4 life
You say yes
Yes, you will be my wife
My wife, my wife

I bet you be strapped at point little pubs
Said she never give her number out to dudes in the clubs
That's the boogies and exceptions
'Cause she's showing me love
Body bangin' like the county but I avoid the rub

Prolly to use to dudes jockin', all I asked was a hug
So she slid me the digits, mashed out in a bug
A couple months pass, and we the item 'round town but
I'm feelin' like the worm, like she just want me for the rebound

She fresh outta, relationships that only got her
Heartache and pain, frustrated because of drama
I'm look at your face picturing kids and I can see em
Til death do us part we got the match and mazzaliam

On poppa's DM, I'll put you in the chrome BM
You different from the rest you love God and MCing
Whether it be tattoo, rings or bling
(Bling)
50 karat, you my wife 4 life, we got our backs and it's apparent

4 life, my wife 4 life
You say yes
Yes, you will be my wife
My wife, my wife

4 life, my wife 4 life
You say yes
Yes, you will be my wife
My wife, my wife

So you heard when I asked that night you'd be my wife
Not for this year or next but mine for all life
(That's right, that's right)
To accept me when I'm seein' and to understand
Not to make this dim in the rain which comes as hard as any

I'm not the best of men
My fault has come scarce tonight
But my heart has always been to give to my wife
Yes, you are, baby
(Ah, ah, Tina Jones)

Tina Jones, been picky bout men
Don't want some common fella
Contaminatin' me like salmonella
Workin' undercover like my rhyme umbrella

Keepin' it shady, I'm not going for it though, not even maybe
Showin' proof to you the difference from a rag and from a lady
I can do for myself, makin' my bacon living gravy
And thankin' the Lord 'cause more importantly he saved me

I shot for the moon, lookin' for comets like I'm Haley
I found me a star companionship is what it gave me
I'm beautiful too and not because my hair is wavy
"That's my baby", I said

4 life, my wife 4 life
You say yes
Yes, you will be my wife
My wife, my wife

4 life, my wife 4 life
You say yes
Yes, you will be my wife
My wife, my wife

4 life, my wife 4 life
You say yes
Yes, you will be my wife
My wife, my wife

4 life, my wife 4 life
You say yes
Yes, you will be my wife
My wife, my wife

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Money, Money - Lyrics - The Grateful Dead From The Mars Hotel - Grateful Dead

Title: Money, Money
Album: The Grateful Dead From The Mars Hotel
Artist: Grateful Dead
Composer(s): John Perry Barlow, Robert Hall Weir

Lyric:
My baby, gives me
The finance blues
Tax me to the limit
Of my revenues

Here she comes finger-poppin'
Clickety-click
She says, furs or diamonds
You take your pick

She wants money
What she wants?
She wants money
What she wants?

She wants money
What she wants?
She wants money
What she wants?

Money, money
Money, money, money
Money, money
Money, money, money

And she say, money, honey
I'd rob a bank
I just load my gun
And mosey down to the bank

Knockin' off my neighborhood
Savings and load
To keep my sweet Chiquita
In ea u de cologne

She wants money
What she wants?
She wants money
What she wants?

She wants money
What she wants?
She wants money
What she wants?

Money, money
Money, money, money
Money, money
Money, money, money

Mama don't send me down
To rob that bank again
I got a notion that
You're leadin' me to sin

Won't you relax
Won't you lay way back
Don't you bug
Your honey 'bout no Cadillac

It's only bucks
You don't need no jack
So, won't you please
Relax and lay way back

My baby's lovin'
Gives me such a thrill
It gives me inspiration
Makin' counterfeit bills

Now, some folks say
The best things in life are free
I sure don't get no love
And livin' honestly

She wants money
What she wants?
She wants money
What she wants?

She wants money
What she wants?
She wants money
What she wants?

Money, money
Money, money, money
Money, money
Money, money, money

Lord made a lady
Out of Adam's rib
Next thing you know
You got women's lib

Lovely to look upon
Heaven to touch
It's a real shame
They got to cost so much

She wants money
What she wants?
She wants money
What she wants?

She wants money
What she wants?
She wants money
What she wants?

Money, money
Money, money, money
Money, money
Money, money, money

Money, money
Money, money, money
Money, money
Money, money, money

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Harry Hippie - Lyrics - S.O.S.: Save Our Soul - Marc Broussard

Title: Harry Hippie
Album: S.O.S.: Save Our Soul
Artist: Marc Broussard
Composer(s): For

Lyric:
Now everybody claims that
They want the best things out of life
But not everyone, not everyone
Wanna got through the toils and strifes

Like this particular fella walks around
All day long singin'
?Sha na na na na na na na na na?

Harry Hippie, lies asleep in the shade
Life don't bug him 'cause he thinks he's got it made
He never worry about nothin' in particular
Oh, he might even sell Free Press on sunset

I'd like to help a man when he's down
But I can't help him much
When he's sleepin' on the ground

He's like a bottle in water
Harry just floats through life
Walks around all day long singin' this song
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah

Mary Hippie, she's Harry's lady
Panhandles pennies just to feed Harry's baby
She can lie down a story so incredible
Man, you wanna help her
Take the food home and put it on the table

I'd like to help a man when he's down
But I can't help ya Harry
If you wanna sleep on the ground

Sorry Harry, oh you're too much weight to carry around
But he still walks around all day singin' this song
?Sha na na na, sha na na na na na
Na sha na na na na na na na?

Sweet child, street child, tell me where will you be goin'
When Old Man Winter gets his horn and starts blowin'?
Will you hang around L.A or hitch a ride on the freeway?
Meet an old familiar face in a new place

I'd like to help a man when he's down
But how can I help him if he's somewhere outta town?
Sorry Harry, I think I'm gonna put you down

?Sha na na na, sha na na na na
Sha na na na na na na na?
Everybody help me sing this song, oh yeah
Sha na na na, sha na na na na
Sha na na na na na na na

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Friday, July 30, 2010

Gossip - Lyrics - The Leak - Lil' Wayne

Title: Gossip
Album: The Leak
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Carter, Lamont Dozier, Brian Holland, Eddie Holland, Byron O Thomas, Nicholas Warwar

Lyric:
I hate gossip and I don't walk around lookin' for it, you know?
But yesterday it seemed to just wander on till it found me
You know like, gossip found me, then why don't you try provin' it
How? You don't know how to prove it?
Well, what would you just do is
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop

Stop, hatin' on a nigga that is a weak emotion, the lady of a nigga
And you can get tipped like ya waitin' on a nigga
Put a body bag and an apron on the nigga

I give my all behind the mic
But you could never see, if you sit behind the light
You don't have to pick me to win the title fight
But I'm gone wear that championship belt so tight

And if I'm wrong, there is no right
And if I'm wrong, there is no white
I'm tryna to be polite
But you bitches in my hair like to fuckin' pull lice

And my flow is rare, these other rappers nice
These other rappers bark, some of 'em even bite
But I'm much more bright, I give the game sight
So before you dim the light you just might, might wanna

Think it over
(Think it over)
Ooh, think it over
(Think it over baby, baby)

Get 'em
Stop, analyzin' criticizin'
You should realize what I am and start epitomizin'
Legitimate, I got the heart of the biggest lion
I'm confident like fuck 'em all pull out my dick and ride it

My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dyin'
It rains a lot in my city, because my city's cryin'
Because my city's dyin' still I emerge from all of that
I am a livin' pion-eer, near Zion

Fear God, not them
Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the boot and soowoop
And, then I leave blood in a boot, I leave a blood bath
Sorry there's a tub in the boot, now where the drugs at?

I'm twisted like the strings on a shoe, no nigga bug that
I'm twisted like the strings on a boot
Now at New Orleans at

I feel your pop stole me like a bus pass
So in your possession, ah ah, I must ask

Hey, haven't I been good to you?
(Think it over)
Tell me, haven't I been sweet to you?

Drag my name through the mud
I come out clean cast away stones
I won't even blink
A gun is not a math problem
I won't even think

Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink
Don't believe in me, don't believe me
I've graduated from hungry
And made it to greedy

My flow is like pasta
Take it and eat it
But I'm gone need g's
If I'm bakin' the zeedy

You niggas want beef?
I want a steak and uh, we be
Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be
Hard body nigga, just takin' it easy
All about my paper, 'bout my paper like Eazy

Why do rappers? Why do rappers?
Lie to fans, lie to rappers, lot of rappers
Lie like actin', cut the mothafuckin' cameras
Cut the check nigga fuck your props
And make it out to Mr.Hip Hop

I'm not dead I'm alive

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

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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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Shorty Was Da Bomb - Lyrics - The Great Depression - Dmx

Title: Shorty Was Da Bomb
Album: The Great Depression
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Damon Blackman

Lyric:
{Thursday, June 28th, 2.02, AM
"I just called you and you said Domino's Pizza but
And you said you were on your way but there's just one problem
I'm all the way to fuckin' Rochester, New York, Wrong ho!"}

Uhh, yo yo
Yo, not this shit again
Dog gon' be a dog, y'know what I mean? Motherfuckin' dog!
Don't get a dog, you can't take care of a dog
Gotta take care of the dog, y'know? Y'know?
Take it easy lady, y'know? Uh huh
Give me a motherfuckin' break, will ya?

Shorty was the bomb, brown skin honey with a little doe
Come to find out she was a little hoe, but still yo
I pushed up, shorty had that ass like blaw
Had me schemin' on how, I could get that now
Was like girlfriend let me drop a bug in yo' ear
She was mine 'cause I told her what she wanted to hear
Was like yeah, she knew how it was goin' down
She said page me, code zero, 'cause I know you get around

Didn't have a man but even if she did dead
'Cause my game is tight like a stocking cap on a nigga's head
I said," We'll get up like nine or somethin'"
Don't act like, when I say that ass is mine I'm frontin'
That night was right, she let me get that, hit that
Rip that, bounce it off the walls, flip that
But only, one thing went wrong, the rubber bust
But I didn't fuss 'cause dog, shorty was the bomb!

Shorty, uh!
We only did it for that night
But man the pussy was good
But shorty's fuckin' up my life, fuckin' up my life

Shorty, uh!
We only did it for that night
(Just one motherfuckin' night man!)
But man the pussy was good
(Was gooder than a motherfucker, I ain't gon' front)
But shorty's fuckin' up my life
C'mon ma, give me a break

A few days later, I hit her up, just to keep it real
Was like." Whassup Boo, how you been, how you feel?"
She said,"Alright, but my friend's kinda late
Today's the 13th, and it shoulda been here on the 8th"
I'm like, for real! Don't stress it, it'll come
It better, 'cause I can't afford another, little one
She said,"Neither can I", I said,"Cool"
'Cause I got mad shit to do and you still goin' to school

So at least we had the same thing in mind
Not to have this kid and, everything would be fine, but I was blind
To the fact that she was settin' me up, for the kill
Damn, why wasn't she, on the pill?
And I still, would check on her like, once a week
Sometimes I hit it, sometimes I didn't, but shorty was a freak
And whenever I would speak on the baby
Shorty would be like,"I ain't havin' this kid, is you crazy?"

But Shorty, uh!
We only did it for that night
(Man listen man, one motherfuckin' night)
But man the pussy was good
(I ain't gon' front, pussy was good as a motherfucker)
But shorty's fuckin' up my life
(Oh man this bitch is a fuckin' headache!)
Fuckin' up my life

Shorty, uh!
(Shorty was definitely a bomb dog)
We only did it for that night
(One motherfuckin' night and I was drunk)
But man the pussy was good
(The pussy, man! Let me tell you)
But shorty's fuckin' up my life
(Dog, this bitch is a problem)
C'mon ma, give me a break

By now, wasn't lookin' too good
'Cause she wasn't doin' things that she told me she would
Like gettin' the price checked out for what we had to do
And it goes up another yard for every month after two
And a half I had to laugh out of frustration
Now she's fo' months, I'm ready to hit the bus station
If I was, still on that shit it woulda made me rob her
Told her friends, DMX? Yeah that's my baby's father

Her lil' stomach is shown so now the heat is on
Maybe she'll see the light, if I start to treat her wrong
Like if she thought that if she kept the baby she would keep me
So I played the game on her level, got sneaky
Let her have the kid, she said it was premature
Found out, she was six months, when she said she was four
So I left her with the pressure on the next man's arm
But she'll be aight, 'cause shorty was the bomb

But Shorty, uh!
(Was the bomb)
We only did it for that night
(I mean what, one fuckin' night? C'mon ma)
But man the pussy was good
(Man she sucked a mean dick)
But shorty's fuckin up my life
(Now this bitch won't stop callin', what the fuck man?)
Fuckin up my life

Shorty, uh!
(She was kinda cute though)
We only did it for that night
(All it takes is one night man, haha)
But man the pussy was good
But shorty's fuckin up my life
(This bitch, has got to go)
C'mon ma, give me a break

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Oh Word? - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: Oh Word?
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Michael Diamond, Adam Yauch, Adam Horowitz

Lyric:
Oh what the schnitzel? We're back
Shit's getting duller and duller and that's a fact
I don't care what you heard or care what you seen
I swear it wasn't me in Bear magazine
Because I'm not that hairy, oh contrary
I go with the flow though the tempo varies
So twist the cap and pop the cork
You know it's Adrock made in New York

Oh word?

What the ponytail? I don't eat snail
I'll steal your keys and then I'll check your mail
'Cause I'm the creepy crawler that be crawling your walls
And I'm the shot caller when it comes to shot calls
And I'll be rockin' parties from block to block
And block party to party the neighborhoods on lock
So hide your eyes, wait, I saw you looking
The name's MCA made in Downtown Brooklyn

Oh word?

Yo what the parsley? Parsley to the teeth
I'm a rhyme style writer, you're a rhyme style thief
I may be paranoid, you tried to fade me, here's a song for you lady
Make you bug out like you don't know what to do
Your Momma says, "Shame on you"
When you're dancing with your crew
So get that poor chicken up off your fork
My name's Mike D made in New York

Oh word?

Yo what the falafel you gotta get up awful
Early to fool Mr. Furley
And that's word to Aunt Shirley and you could
Stick your head in the toilet, give yourself a swirly
Listen up biters, go please stop
While I'm politicin' at Murray's Cheese Shop
Believe what you heard when you talk
You know it's Adrock made in New York

Oh word?

What the phone booth word to hair mousse?
You're on the corner and you're selling a hog's tooth
Don't mean to dis but I've got to point out
The hogs tooth belong inside the hog's mouth
Like Ernest Shackleton said to Ord Lees
"I'll have dog pemmican with my tea"
Now pass the wok 'cause I'm cookin'
The names MCA made in Downtown Brooklyn

Oh word?

Yo, what the doofus, say, "Good night"
You're Snidely Whiplash, I'm Dudley do you right
Times are off the hinges leave your 2 way at the door
We're all up the creek a long way from shore
Not walking around looking to get you cake
The D is for Diamonds not for Drakes
This not a fantasy and I'm not Mr. O'Rourke
The name's Mike D made in New York

Oh word?

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Girls - Lyrics - Afroman

Title: Girls
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
Girls
(Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow)
I like the girls
(Ay, loco, sing that one more time sound good, 'cuz)
Girls, yeah
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
I like the girls
(Give me a light, loc, a tell that girl over there
My name is Afroman)

I like 'em short, I like 'em tall
I like 'em big, I like 'em small
I like 'em with hair, I like 'em bald
To make a long story short, I like 'em all

I like this girl, I like that girl
I like the skinny girl, I like the fat girl
I like the college girl and the hoodie rat too
I like the church girl Ms. 'Goodie Goodie Two Shoes'

Girls
(I like the girls, sing it ya'll)
I like the girls
(You know I do, I'm so in love with you)
Girls
(Oh, baby)
I like the girls
(You gotta understand, I can't operate with no man)

I like 'em shy, I like 'em bold
I like 'em young, I like 'em old
I like 'em smart, I like 'em dumb
I like women anyway they come

Man, I like 'em when they're beautiful
I like 'em when they're ugly
I like it when they ignore me
I like it when they bug me
Ain't a woman that I don't like
I got drunk one time and tried to talk to a dyke

Girls
(I love the girls, yeah)
I like the girls
(Adam gave up his rib so I could take
A hot mama back the crib)
Girls
(I love you, baby, yeah)
I like the girls
(Hey, lady, I'm the hungry hustler Afroman)

I like the wrong girl, I like the right girl
I like the black girl, I like the white girl
I like the brown girl, I like the yellow girl
I like the rich girl, I like the ghetto girl

I like the nice girl, I like the mean girl
Outer space, I even got a green girl
I like the city girl, I like the country girl
Don't let me get high and get the munchies, girl

Girls
(When I'm 99, I'ma have me a woman that's fine)
I like the girls
(Make love and have a heart attack
Cum and go at the same time)
Girls
(Afroman, yeah, Afroman)
I like the girls

Ay man, I wrote this rap about Little Red Riding Hood
When I was a little kid, check it out, man

I met Lil' Red Riding hood
We took a ride to my hood and I rode her real good
Like Martin Luther King, I have a dream
To make Red Riding Hood holler and scream

I said, ?Boom, bang, pop, pow
Grandmama can't help ya now
When you're on all fours like a horse on her hoof
I'm Afroman, the Big Bad Wolf?

Girls
(Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow)
I like the girls
(A both, y'all say yeah, yeah)
Girls
(I like the girls)
I like the girls
(You know why? 'Cause I'm a locsta, locsta hundred spokesta)

Girls, they gotta be the most precious commodity
My brain's like the ocean but nothing is swimming
Through my head except naked women
Of course I wanna have sex with you

Do I look like I'm a homosexual?
All you feminists hate my guts
But girl, you gonna love these nuts

Girls
(Yeah, we gonna break it down, you understand me)
I like the girls
(All my G-mosobies up there in Pimp-dale, Pimp-afornia)
Girls
(I'm smokin' tumbleweed with all my homies from
Haddeys-herb Missi-hempie)
I like the girls
(Ay, man, check out this song we used to
Sing when we was little kids, right)

My girl got two big lips, taste like potato chips
My girl got two big boobs just like two inter tubes
My girl got two big hips just like two battleships
My girl got real long hair down to her underwear

My girl gotta slender waste
Her favorite seat is on my face
I got taste, I got taste

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