Touch It (Remix) - Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Title: Touch It (Remix)
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Thomas Bangalter, Guy Manuel De Christo, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

Who be the King of the Sound?
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town
Lot of my ****** be comin' from miles around
See they be comin' 'cause they know how the God get down

Turn it up

Now you know who holdin' the throne, so gimme the crown
****** solutin' and tryin' to give me a pound
I don't really **** with you ******, you ****** is clown
Makin' the ******* strippin', throw they **** on the ground

Get low Bus

Now that's the way that it goes
When we up in the spot, the *** be flooded with hoes
See, we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when you get it, mami already know, I suppose

Turn it up

Shorty wildin' and shorty open, she beastin' it out
For the record, just a second, I'm freakin' it out
While she tryin' to touch, see, I was peepin' it out
She turned around and was tryin' to put my **** in her mouth

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

And as we started, got me ringing her bell
When I come I be doin' it and doin' it well
Then I beat up the ******* and be makin' it swell
Tryin' to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel

Turn it up

Then they tried to walk with a strut, so no one could tell
How a ***** got in they ****, made everything jail
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my cell
Can't get enough of the kid, I put her under my spell

Get low Bus

It's crowded mami, move it along
If you know you 'bout it then get to removin' your thong
To the whip in back of the truck that's where you belong
After the Yac, see the type of raunchy ****, they be on

Turn it up

Street ****** respect it because my movement is strong
'Cause we consistently reppin', see my money is long
All my ****** is with me, see how they singin' the song
Plus how we give you the stick and we be ******* along

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

The God of the black, see that I'm back
Every single time that I drop, the **** is a wrap
For the ****** hatin' the kid, I'm close to strap
'Cause all these ****** wanna come talk to sit on my lap

Turn it up

Everytime I give you bang **** to knock in your whip
***** always do his thing, ***** lockin' the strip
Lot of mami's is dancin' and they shakin' they hips
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips

I let them

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
...

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Touch It (Remix 2) - Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Title: Touch It (Remix 2)
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Thomas Bangalter, Guy Manuel De Christo, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

Who be the King of the Sound?
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town
Lot of my ****** be comin' from miles around
See they be comin' 'cause they know how the God get down

Turn it up

Now you know who holdin' the throne, so gimme the crown
****** solutin' and tryin' to give me a pound
I don't really **** with you ******, you ****** is clown
Makin' the ******* strippin', throw they **** on the ground

Get low Bus

Now that's the way that it goes
When we up in the spot, the *** be flooded with hoes
See, we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when you get it, mami already know, I suppose

Turn it up

Shorty wildin' and shorty open, she beastin' it out
For the record, just a second, I'm freakin' it out
While she tryin' to touch, see, I was peepin' it out
She turned around and was tryin' to put my **** in her mouth

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

And as we started, got me ringing her bell
When I come I be doin' it and doin' it well
Then I beat up the ******* and be makin' it swell
Tryin' to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel

Turn it up

Then they tried to walk with a strut, so no one could tell
How a ***** got in they ****, made everything jail
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my cell
Can't get enough of the kid, I put her under my spell

Get low Bus

It's crowded mami, move it along
If you know you 'bout it then get to removin' your thong
To the whip in back of the truck that's where you belong
After the Yac, see the type of raunchy ****, they be on

Turn it up

Street ****** respect it because my movement is strong
'Cause we consistently reppin', see my money is long
All my ****** is with me, see how they singin' the song
Plus how we give you the stick and we be ******* along

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

The God of the black, see that I'm back
Every single time that I drop, the **** is a wrap
For the ****** hatin' the kid, I'm close to strap
'Cause all these ****** wanna come talk to sit on my lap

Turn it up

Everytime I give you bang **** to knock in your whip
***** always do his thing, ***** lockin' the strip
Lot of mami's is dancin' and they shakin' they hips
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips

I let them

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
...

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Touch It (Remix 3) - Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Title: Touch It (Remix 3)
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Thomas Bangalter, Guy Manuel De Christo, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

Who be the King of the Sound?
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town
Lot of my ****** be comin' from miles around
See they be comin' 'cause they know how the God get down

Turn it up

Now you know who holdin' the throne, so gimme the crown
****** solutin' and tryin' to give me a pound
I don't really **** with you ******, you ****** is clown
Makin' the ******* strippin', throw they **** on the ground

Get low Bus

Now that's the way that it goes
When we up in the spot, the *** be flooded with hoes
See, we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when you get it, mami already know, I suppose

Turn it up

Shorty wildin' and shorty open, she beastin' it out
For the record, just a second, I'm freakin' it out
While she tryin' to touch, see, I was peepin' it out
She turned around and was tryin' to put my **** in her mouth

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

And as we started, got me ringing her bell
When I come I be doin' it and doin' it well
Then I beat up the ******* and be makin' it swell
Tryin' to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel

Turn it up

Then they tried to walk with a strut, so no one could tell
How a ***** got in they ****, made everything jail
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my cell
Can't get enough of the kid, I put her under my spell

Get low Bus

It's crowded mami, move it along
If you know you 'bout it then get to removin' your thong
To the whip in back of the truck that's where you belong
After the Yac, see the type of raunchy ****, they be on

Turn it up

Street ****** respect it because my movement is strong
'Cause we consistently reppin', see my money is long
All my ****** is with me, see how they singin' the song
Plus how we give you the stick and we be ******* along

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

The God of the black, see that I'm back
Every single time that I drop, the **** is a wrap
For the ****** hatin' the kid, I'm close to strap
'Cause all these ****** wanna come talk to sit on my lap

Turn it up

Everytime I give you bang **** to knock in your whip
***** always do his thing, ***** lockin' the strip
Lot of mami's is dancin' and they shakin' they hips
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips

I let them

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
...

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Touch It (Remix 1) - Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Title: Touch It (Remix 1)
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Thomas Bangalter, Guy Manuel De Christo, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

Who be the King of the Sound?
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town
Lot of my ****** be comin' from miles around
See they be comin' 'cause they know how the God get down

Turn it up

Now you know who holdin' the throne, so gimme the crown
****** solutin' and tryin' to give me a pound
I don't really **** with you ******, you ****** is clown
Makin' the ******* strippin', throw they **** on the ground

Get low Bus

Now that's the way that it goes
When we up in the spot, the *** be flooded with hoes
See, we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when you get it, mami already know, I suppose

Turn it up

Shorty wildin' and shorty open, she beastin' it out
For the record, just a second, I'm freakin' it out
While she tryin' to touch, see, I was peepin' it out
She turned around and was tryin' to put my **** in her mouth

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

And as we started, got me ringing her bell
When I come I be doin' it and doin' it well
Then I beat up the ******* and be makin' it swell
Tryin' to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel

Turn it up

Then they tried to walk with a strut, so no one could tell
How a ***** got in they ****, made everything jail
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my cell
Can't get enough of the kid, I put her under my spell

Get low Bus

It's crowded mami, move it along
If you know you 'bout it then get to removin' your thong
To the whip in back of the truck that's where you belong
After the Yac, see the type of raunchy ****, they be on

Turn it up

Street ****** respect it because my movement is strong
'Cause we consistently reppin', see my money is long
All my ****** is with me, see how they singin' the song
Plus how we give you the stick and we be ******* along

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

The God of the black, see that I'm back
Every single time that I drop, the **** is a wrap
For the ****** hatin' the kid, I'm close to strap
'Cause all these ****** wanna come talk to sit on my lap

Turn it up

Everytime I give you bang **** to knock in your whip
***** always do his thing, ***** lockin' the strip
Lot of mami's is dancin' and they shakin' they hips
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips

I let them

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
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Touch It / Technologic - Lyrics - Alive 2007 - Daft Punk

Title: Touch It / Technologic
Album: Alive 2007
Artist: Daft Punk
Composer(s): Thomas Bangalter, Guy Manuel De Christo, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

Who be the King of the Sound?
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town
Lot of my ****** be comin' from miles around
See they be comin' 'cause they know how the God get down

Turn it up

Now you know who holdin' the throne, so gimme the crown
****** solutin' and tryin' to give me a pound
I don't really **** with you ******, you ****** is clown
Makin' the ******* strippin', throw they **** on the ground

Get low Bus

Now that's the way that it goes
When we up in the spot, the *** be flooded with hoes
See, we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when you get it, mami already know, I suppose

Turn it up

Shorty wildin' and shorty open, she beastin' it out
For the record, just a second, I'm freakin' it out
While she tryin' to touch, see, I was peepin' it out
She turned around and was tryin' to put my **** in her mouth

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

And as we started, got me ringing her bell
When I come I be doin' it and doin' it well
Then I beat up the ******* and be makin' it swell
Tryin' to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel

Turn it up

Then they tried to walk with a strut, so no one could tell
How a ***** got in they ****, made everything jail
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my cell
Can't get enough of the kid, I put her under my spell

Get low Bus

It's crowded mami, move it along
If you know you 'bout it then get to removin' your thong
To the whip in back of the truck that's where you belong
After the Yac, see the type of raunchy ****, they be on

Turn it up

Street ****** respect it because my movement is strong
'Cause we consistently reppin', see my money is long
All my ****** is with me, see how they singin' the song
Plus how we give you the stick and we be ******* along

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

The God of the black, see that I'm back
Every single time that I drop, the **** is a wrap
For the ****** hatin' the kid, I'm close to strap
'Cause all these ****** wanna come talk to sit on my lap

Turn it up

Everytime I give you bang **** to knock in your whip
***** always do his thing, ***** lockin' the strip
Lot of mami's is dancin' and they shakin' they hips
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips

I let them

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
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Touch It - Lyrics - The Big Bang - Busta Rhymes

Title: Touch It
Album: The Big Bang
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Thomas Bangalter, Guy Manuel De Christo, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

Who be the King of the Sound?
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town
Lot of my ****** be comin' from miles around
See they be comin' 'cause they know how the God get down

Turn it up

Now you know who holdin' the throne, so gimme the crown
****** solutin' and tryin' to give me a pound
I don't really **** with you ******, you ****** is clown
Makin' the ******* strippin', throw they **** on the ground

Get low Bus

Now that's the way that it goes
When we up in the spot, the *** be flooded with hoes
See, we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when you get it, mami already know, I suppose

Turn it up

Shorty wildin' and shorty open, she beastin' it out
For the record, just a second, I'm freakin' it out
While she tryin' to touch, see, I was peepin' it out
She turned around and was tryin' to put my **** in her mouth

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

And as we started, got me ringing her bell
When I come I be doin' it and doin' it well
Then I beat up the ******* and be makin' it swell
Tryin' to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel

Turn it up

Then they tried to walk with a strut, so no one could tell
How a ***** got in they ****, made everything jail
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my cell
Can't get enough of the kid, I put her under my spell

Get low Bus

It's crowded mami, move it along
If you know you 'bout it then get to removin' your thong
To the whip in back of the truck that's where you belong
After the Yac, see the type of raunchy ****, they be on

Turn it up

Street ****** respect it because my movement is strong
'Cause we consistently reppin', see my money is long
All my ****** is with me, see how they singin' the song
Plus how we give you the stick and we be ******* along

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

The God of the black, see that I'm back
Every single time that I drop, the **** is a wrap
For the ****** hatin' the kid, I'm close to strap
'Cause all these ****** wanna come talk to sit on my lap

Turn it up

Everytime I give you bang **** to knock in your whip
***** always do his thing, ***** lockin' the strip
Lot of mami's is dancin' and they shakin' they hips
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips

I let them

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
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Leave It Open - Lyrics - The Dreaming - Kate Bush

Title: Leave It Open
Album: The Dreaming
Artist: Kate Bush
Composer(s): Kate Bush

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Lyric:
With my ego in my gut
My babbling mouth would wash it up
(But now I've started learning how)
I keep it shut

My door was never locked
Until one day a trigger come cocking
(But now I've started learning how)
I keep it shut

Wide eyes would clean and dust
Things that decay, things that rust
(But now I've started learning how)
I keep 'em shut, I keep 'em shut

(Harm is in us)
Harm is in us but power to arm
(Harm is in us)
Harm in us but power to arm

(Harm is in us)
(Leave it open)
Harm is in us but power to arm

Narrow mind would persecute it
Die a little to get to it
(But now I've started learning how)
I leave it open

I kept it in a cage
Watched it weeping but I made it stay
(But now I've started learning how)
I leave it open, I leave it open

(Harm is in us)
Harm in us but power to arm
(Harm is in us)
Harm in us but power to arm

(Harm is in us)
(Leave it open)
Harm in us but power to arm

(Harm is in us)
Harm in us but power to arm
(Harm is in us)
(Leave it open)
Harm in us but power to arm

(Harm is in us)
Harm in us but power to arm
(Harm is in us)
Harm in us but power to arm

Harm is in us, harm is in us
Harm is in us, harm is in us
Harm is in us, harm is in us
Harm in you and in me

What you letting in?
Tell me what you're letting in
Say what we're gonna let in

We let the weirdness in
We let the weirdness in
We let the weirdness in
We let the weirdness in

We let the weirdness in
We let the weirdness in
We let the weirdness in
We let the weirdness in

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Hold It, Don'T Drop It (Moto Blanco Club Mix) - Lyrics - Hold It Don't Drop It - Jennifer Lopez

Title: Hold It, Don'T Drop It (Moto Blanco Club Mix)
Album: Hold It Don't Drop It
Artist: Jennifer Lopez
Composer(s): Frankie Storm, Dennis Earle Lambert, Waynne Nugent, Alan Phillip Lees, Philosophy Janet Sewell, Brian Potter, Kevin Risto, Jennifer Lopez, Cynthia Lysette

Lyric:
You don't know what you're doin'
What you're doin' to me
Tryin? to stop it, can?t stop it
'Cause you got what I need

You got me all open
And now you?re tryin' to leave
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

Every time I try to run
Something keeps stoppin? me
I try my best to turn around
But your touch won?t let me leave

I can?t control it
You put something inside of me
'Cause you?re a problem
Boy, you must?ve poisoned me

You don't know what you're doin'
What you're doin' to me
Tryin? to stop it, can?t stop it
'Cause you got what I need

You got me all open
And now you?re tryin' to leave
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

Boy, I must be buggin?
Let you play those games I don?t understand
I?ll be the yo-yo on a string
Goin? down I come right back to your hands

I make excuses
But we keep on rockin? anyway
But it ain?t workin?
When I let you go you make me stay

You don't know what you're doin'
What you're doin' to me
Tryin? to stop it, can?t stop it
'Cause you got what I need

You got me all open
And now you?re tryin' to leave
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

Don?t let me leave
Control of me
Got what I need
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

Won?t let you go, can?t let you leave
(Don?t let me leave)
I need your love inside of me
(Control of me)
You got control, control of me
(Got what I need)

Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

You don't know what you're doin'
What you're doin' to me
Tryin? to stop it, can?t stop it
'Cause you got what I need

You got me all open
And now you?re tryin' to leave
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

You don't know what you're doin'
What you're doin' to me
Tryin? to stop it, can?t stop it
'Cause you got what I need

You got me all open
And now you?re tryin' to leave
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

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Hold It Don'T Drop It - Lyrics - Brave - Jennifer Lopez

Title: Hold It Don'T Drop It
Album: Brave
Artist: Jennifer Lopez
Composer(s): Frankie Storm, Dennis Earle Lambert, Waynne Nugent, Alan Phillip Lees, Philosophy Janet Sewell, Brian Potter, Kevin Risto, Jennifer Lopez, Cynthia Lysette

Lyric:
You don't know what you're doin'
What you're doin' to me
Tryin? to stop it, can?t stop it
'Cause you got what I need

You got me all open
And now you?re tryin' to leave
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

Every time I try to run
Something keeps stoppin? me
I try my best to turn around
But your touch won?t let me leave

I can?t control it
You put something inside of me
'Cause you?re a problem
Boy, you must?ve poisoned me

You don't know what you're doin'
What you're doin' to me
Tryin? to stop it, can?t stop it
'Cause you got what I need

You got me all open
And now you?re tryin' to leave
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

Boy, I must be buggin?
Let you play those games I don?t understand
I?ll be the yo-yo on a string
Goin? down I come right back to your hands

I make excuses
But we keep on rockin? anyway
But it ain?t workin?
When I let you go you make me stay

You don't know what you're doin'
What you're doin' to me
Tryin? to stop it, can?t stop it
'Cause you got what I need

You got me all open
And now you?re tryin' to leave
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

Don?t let me leave
Control of me
Got what I need
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

Won?t let you go, can?t let you leave
(Don?t let me leave)
I need your love inside of me
(Control of me)
You got control, control of me
(Got what I need)

Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

You don't know what you're doin'
What you're doin' to me
Tryin? to stop it, can?t stop it
'Cause you got what I need

You got me all open
And now you?re tryin' to leave
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

You don't know what you're doin'
What you're doin' to me
Tryin? to stop it, can?t stop it
'Cause you got what I need

You got me all open
And now you?re tryin' to leave
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

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Blinders - Lyrics - Happy Pills - Candlebox

Title: Blinders
Album: Happy Pills
Artist: Candlebox
Composer(s): Kevin Colin Martin, Scott Mercado, David Krusen, Peter Andrew Klett, Bardi David Martin

Lyric:
Friends, seem to see you
Friends, seem to feel you
Does anybody else know? Know
Know, know, know
Know, know
Know, know, know

I'm bailing you out of this life
Take another glance, then close your eyes
Have you got more to say?

You painting outside the lines
Come another day will you get it right?
Well, there's something I should say

Leave it all, decide to walk away
Won't you leave it all, decide to walk away?
In time you'll find, you're own your own
And I can feel your blinders in the way
So much closer than you know, now
Know, know, know
Can you feel me?
I can see your blinders in the way
Time to open up and let go

Filling shoes this time
Turn another page, it's just a sign
That you're needed in my life

Drawing inside the pain
Could take another day to wash away
There's still time to fly

Leave it all, decide to walk away
Won't you leave it all, decide to walk away?
In time you'll find, you're not alone
I can see your blinders in the way
So much closer than before
So much closer than before you know, now
Can you feel me?
I can see your blinders in the way
Time to open up and let
Time to open up and let go it, now
Caught up outside the light
When you gonna want and realign

I can see you
I can see your blinders in the way
So much closer than you know
So much closer than you know
Know, know, know
Can you feel me?
I can see your blinders in the way
Its time to open up and let go

Friend, I can see you
Friend, I can still feel you
Do you feel alone today?
Oh, my friend
Do you need me?
Friend do you fear me?
We need to be the same

Leave it all, decide to walk away
Won't you leave it all, decide to walk away?
In time you'll find, you're not alone
I can see your blinders in the way
So much closer than you know
So much closer than you know, now
Can you feel me?
I can see your blinders in the way
Time to open up and let
Time to open up and let it go, now
Caught up outside the light
When you gonna want and realign

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Green Eyes - Lyrics - Mama's Gun - Erykah Badu

Title: Green Eyes
Album: Mama's Gun
Artist: Erykah Badu
Composer(s): Victor E. Cooke, Erica Wright, James Jason Poyser

Lyric:
My eyes are green
Cause I eat a lot of vegetables
It don't have nothing to do with your new friend
My eyes are green
Cause I eat a lot of vegetables
It don't have nothing to do with your new friend

I don't care, I swear
I'm too thru with you I am
You don't mean nothing to me
So go ahead and be with your friend

My eyes are green
Cause I eat a lot of vegetables
It don't have nothing to do with your new friend
My eyes are green
Cause I eat a lot of vegetables
It don't have nothing to do with your new friend

I'm insecure
But I can't help it
My mind says move on
My heart let right
But I don't love you any more
I'm so insecure
Never knew that love did this
Ooh, ooh

I can't remember the last time I felt this way
About somebody
You've done something to my mind
And I can't control it
But I don't love you any more
Yes I do, I do
Loving you is wrong baby
Ooh, ooh

La-di-da
Dum-dee-da-da
Dum-didi-da-da-da
Dum-didi-da-dum-di

I'm so confused
You tried to trick me yeah
Ooh, ooh, oh
Never knew that love could hurt like this
Never thought I would but I got dissed
Makes me feel so sad and hurt inside
Feel embarrased so I want to hide
Silly me I thought your love was true
Change my name to Silly E. Badu
Before I heal, it's gonna be a while
I know it's gonna be a while, chile

I hope it's not too late
Too late, too late, too late
Feeling insecure
Your love has got me sore
I don't want no more

Oh, oh
It's too late, oh, oh ooh, ooh
I'm sorry I love you
At first when you was cool
You told me you loved me too, ooh
And then you lost your love
And then you lost your love
And then you lost your love
You wanted me to go away
But I can't go
See I can't leave, it's too late
I can't leave, it's too late
I can't leave, it's too late
I can't leave, it's too late

Just make love to me
Just one more time and then you'll see
I can't believe I made a desparate plea
Believe me yeah, ye-ah, no, oh
You see I can't leave, it's too late
I can't leave, it's too late
Don't you know, I can't leave, it's too late
Can't go no where, no
It's too late
It's too late
It's too late
It's too late yeah
Come on babe

Don't you want be strong with me
You told me we could have a family
Want to run to me when you're down and low
But times get tough and there you go
Out the door, you wanna run again
Open your arms and you'll come back in
Wanna run cause you say your afraid, afraid

Never knew what a friendship
Never knew how to really love
You can't be what I need you to
And I don't know what is up with you

I know our love will never be the same
But I can't stand the growing pains

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Can'T Leave You Alone - Lyrics - 10 - Brian Mcknight

Title: Can'T Leave You Alone
Album: 10
Artist: Brian Mcknight
Composer(s): Brian Kelly Mcknight, Bob Hope Robinson, Tim Kelley

Lyric:
Irresistible, nothin' like I've ever known
I give you my time, I give you my all, I give you my money
Girl you're so incredible, nothin' like I've ever seen
I give you what you want, you give me what I need, girl it's funny

You got the thing I'm waitin' for
You've got me wanting more and more
You've got me so wide open
Don't tease me girl, can't leave you alone

All the freaky stuff you do, I can't get enough of you
Wait till I get home, can't leave you alone
It's hard to stay away from you, I just want to play with you
Baby, all I know is I can't leave you alone

Yeah, don't come around here, legs cocked in the air
If you ain't tryin' to toss it up, girl
I'ma tell you what I want, real plain, real work
Throw it back, I ain't lost my touch, girl

Bet'cha man can't do it like that, what strengths needed
When I'm attackin' with black cat, slackin' a fat back
Packin' a lot with you a little, so quit splashin' us

Girl it's unbelievable, never thought I'd be this way
Whenever we're apart, don't know where to start
Got me catchin' feelings
Doing things I never do, sayin' things I never say
The code to my safe, the key to my crib, got me on the ceilin'

You got the thing I been waitin' for
You've got me wanting more and more
You've got me so wide open
Don't tease me girl, can't leave you alone

All the freaky stuff you do, I can't get enough of you
Wait till I get home, can't leave you alone
It's hard to stay away from you, I just want to play with you
Baby, all I know is I can't leave you alone, can't leave you alone
Baby, all I know is I can't leave you alone

Look girl, little kiss no slip
Just me slippin' in and out of your room and press that
Me slippin' in and out of your womb, I might just
Pull it out there, put it right back, never mind that, what'chu likin'
We'll tickle and then playin' with the pipe

Get busy like I'm stayin' for the night
You did layin' with a nice man goin' bad
You talk like you're meetin' but you can't
If I stop you may get to steppin' with a man

And nah, I ain't braggin
But sometimes you can throw your thing in the air
And it'll turn into sunshine that can add to your punchline
That's all I need a good mag packed in a lunch line
Lay your cards you could stunt right, might as well let me hump right

You got the thing I been waitin' for
You've got me wanting more and more
You've got me so wide open
Don't tease me girl, can't leave you alone

All the freaky stuff you do, I can't get enough of you
Wait till I get home, can't leave you alone
It's hard to stay away from you, I just want to play with you
Baby, all I know is I can't leave you alone

All the freaky stuff you do, I can't get enough of you
Wait till I get home, can't leave you alone
It's hard to stay away from you, I just want to play with you
Baby, all I know is I can't leave you alone

Can't leave you alone, can't leave you alone
Baby all I know is I can't leave you alone
Can't leave you alone, can't leave you alone
Baby all I know is I can't leave you alone

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Snitch - Lyrics - Tha Carter (Screwed And Chopped) - Lil' Wayne

Title: Snitch
Album: Tha Carter (Screwed And Chopped)
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
Snitch, don't let your mouth open up
'Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no
Don't let your mouth open out
'Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no

Don't let your mouth open up
'Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no
Don't let your mouth open out
'Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no

Ain't no snitches ridin' wit us
Ol' mo' the mouth niggaz could holla the front
Can't no loose slips get on my yacht
I leave player haters at the dock, watch

And your nigga help ya burn the block
As soon as you get hot nigga turn to cop
Ya settin' up federal appointments now
Nigga all in court pointin' out

Daddy not knowin' what he doin' his child
We gon mail him his finger when he get out, yea
Just to show him what we's about
Never let shit about G'z leave ya mouth, yea

You inside can't leave ya house
Two donut lovers to police ya house
I sneak past those brothers leak in ya house
And put the heat dead in yo mouth, so shut up

Don't let your mouth open up
'Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no
Don't let your mouth open out
'Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no

Don't let your mouth open up
'Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no
Don't let your mouth open out
'Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no

Wizzy nigga been 'bout me
Stay low so you don't know shit 'bout me
Make no mistake I'm a veteran at
Me never rat mommy taught me better than that

Get a gat if you ain't got one already
If you do then you ain't got enough get two
And you could never get me nigga, get you
And you ain't got to fuck me girl, fuck you

I'm rollin' wit my goons
And I would never roll on my nigga take that to my tune
Ain't no girl came out of mom's wound
Real nigga shit muthafucker I'm tuned, and I was taught

If a man talk about another man while that man ain't present
A man don't listen
They throwin' brick but they hands is missin'
Just watch what you sayin' sissy

Don't let your mouth open up
'Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no
Don't let your mouth open out
'Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no

Don't let your mouth open up
'Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no
Don't let your mouth open out
'Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no

Ain't no telling who spillin' the earl
You tellin' yo boy he tellin' his girl
Now she tellin' the world
It ain't no secret I'm hotter than etha

But I don't neither cop shit neither
Either close yo mouth or meet the heater
We the dirty south where cocaine cheaper
You go up north nigga's boost they fee up

This where the real hustlers meet up
Look out anybody can be them people
Yo own people could be them people
No glasses can help you see them people

They around too many evil people
Detectives wanna get even equal
My desert eagle ain't even legal, but ssh

Don't let your mouth open up
'Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no
Don't let your mouth open out
'Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no

Don't let your mouth open up
'Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no
Don't let your mouth open out
'Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no

Yea nigga watch the people around you watch the people away from you
Leave them niggaz be let them stay from you
These niggaz mouth's is runnin' like hot water, I swear to God
Real niggaz takin' falls like Niagara

Tryna stay up like Viagra, but it ain't gonna happen
These niggaz is best buddies wit the 5-0 team
They know the DA by name
It ain't a game, it used to be one

It's like these niggaz got them
Big ducks in they mouth that the gynecologist
Use when yo bitch get a pap smear
That's pussy anyway, weezy

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Love It Or Left It - Lyrics - From Autumn To Ashes

Title: Love It Or Left It
Artist: From Autumn To Ashes
Composer(s): Brian Deneeve, Rob Lauritsen, Francis Mark, Josh Newton

Lyric:
([Incomprehensible])
These are the keys, these are the keys
To a pulse that I've been monitoring
She loves to dream, she loves to dream
But dreamers chase and never obtain

(Victory)
A victory, a victory
A vicious hand on a violent streak
Learn to run, learn to run
I'll never be right for anyone

The more it gets suggested
The more I'm uninterested
Strength for now, nothing later

Love it or leave it, hated and left it
I'm trying to outgrow that phase

Drifting further away from
My element, my element, my element

([Incomprehensible])
These are the keys, these are the keys
To open minds and to empathy
She loves to dream, she loves to dream
It's better then her reality

(Victory)
A victory, a victory
I'm not as old as I used to be
I will not run, today's the day
The wheels are back on the motor arcade

The more it gets suggested
The more I'm uninterested
Strength for now, nothing later

Love it or leave it, hated and left it
I'm trying to outgrow that phase

All of my ammunition
Is for the wrong weapon
I've got the worst intention
No question, no question

Just keep it inoffensive
General admission
Right when you feel protected
I'll make you regret it

Love it or leave it, hated and left it
I'm trying to outgrow that phase
Love it or leave it, hated and left it
I'm trying to outgrow that phase

Just let me, just let me
Just let me out of this
Just let me, just let me
Just let me out of this

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End Of The Night - Lyrics - Release Therapy - Ludacris

Title: End Of The Night
Album: Release Therapy
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Nathan Perez, Charles Young

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Lyric:
Baby, I gotta get you up out of
Your clothes, your clothes
It's somethin' about the way you move
I just can't let it go, let it go

Baby, you've got me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end of the night

It's inevitable and incredible, listen, it's Luda

By the end of the night, you gon' be wantin' to marry a nigga
'Cause I make 'em erupt like volcanoes, you just shake and you shiver
Get 'em up, get down, turn around and put your face in the pillow
Cut 'em up like Jason, just face it, that boy Luda's a killer

Half man, half gorilla, beatin' all on my chest
Pleasin' all of your flesh, squeezin' all on your breast
Givin' you reasons to rest and ain't never say no to papi
Wake 'em up like Folgers 'cause I fold 'em like Origami

Hey, mami, let's get it poppin' like Orville Redenbacher
The way you move, once you started, nothin' could ever stop ya
Sweeter than Betty Crocker and I'm ready to belly flop ya
Just mention today but for now, I forever gotcha

Baby, I gotta get you up out of
Your clothes, your clothes
It's somethin' about the way you move
I just can't let it go, let it go

Baby, you've got me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end of the night

Verse two, it's like this

Gotta get 'em up outta them clothes
If I throw a couple dollars, then pose
We could drink a couple bottles and go
And ride off in the Impala on Vogues and Rolls

Gold is all on my neck, all on my wrist
So just let go of yo' hoe, don't hog her to death, lend her to Cris
Just for a little while, for a little bit
Just wanna see her smile and get the bigger fish
She said that you had a little dick

Now how in the hell can she benefit
From somethin' like that?
I be up in that cat
Make her put a hump in that back, black

I swing low and sweet chariot, meet me at the Marriott
Key access, I'll be at the very top
Don't hesitate to stop the elevator either
I'll show you the ups and downs, you'll be my elevator diva

Baby, I gotta get you up out of
Your clothes, your clothes
It's somethin' about the way you move
I just can't let it go, let it go

Baby, you've got me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end of the night

All I need is a couple hours, baby, for real

Come up out that Prada, Chanel, Chloe, Louis and Gucci
Escada, Dior, Fendi, that Masconi and Juicy
Rockin Republic, True Religions and Citizen's jeans
Your Jimmy Choo's are so sexy but Giseppi's is me

La Perla lingerie, ya panties and bra are matchin'
Put down your clothes and I'll put you up on the latest fashions
'Cause with cameras and action, I'm a deadly assassin
I love your clothes but what's underneath, I love with a passion

Baby, I gotta get you up out of
Your clothes, your clothes
It's somethin' about the way you move
I just can't let it go, let it go

Baby, you've got me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end of the night

Don't leave your girl 'round me
Said, don't leave your girl 'round me
Don't leave your girl 'round me
True playa for real, for real, for real, for real

Don't leave your girl 'round me
Said, don't leave your girl 'round me
Don't leave your girl 'round me
True playa for real, for real, for real, for real

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Family Affair - Lyrics - No More Drama - Mary J Blige

Title: Family Affair
Album: No More Drama
Artist: Mary J Blige
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, Chynnah Lodge, Mike Elizondo, Bruce Allen Miller, Camara Kambon, Mary J Blige, Melvin Charles Bradford, Asiah Louis

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Lyric:
Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open, now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Come on everybody get on up
'Cause you know we gots to get it crunk
Mary J. is in the spot tonight
And I'ma make ya feel alright, make you feel alright

Come on baby just party with me
Let loose and set your body free
Leave your situations at the door
So when you step inside, jump on the floor

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

It's only gonna be about a matter of time
Before you get loose and start to lose your mind
Cop you a drink, go ahead and rock your ice
'Cause we're celebrating 'No More Drama' in our lives

With the Dre track pumpin' everybody's jumpin'
Go ahead and twist your back and get your bodies bumpin'
I told you, leave your situations at the door
So grab somebody and get your ass on the dance floor

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

We don't need no haters
We're just trying to love one another

We just want ya'll to have a good time
No more drama in your life
Work real hard to make a dime
If you got beef, you're problem not mine

Leave all that BS outside
We're gonna celebrate all night
Let's have fun tonight, no fights
Turn that Dre track way up high

Making you dance all night and I
Got some real heat for you this time
It doesn't matter if you're white or black
Let's get crunk 'cause Mary's back

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

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Family Affair (Remix) - Lyrics - Mary J Blige

Title: Family Affair (Remix)
Artist: Mary J Blige
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, Chynnah Lodge, Mike Elizondo, Bruce Allen Miller, Camara Kambon, Mary J Blige, Melvin Charles Bradford, Asiah Louis

Lyric:
Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open, now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Come on everybody get on up
'Cause you know we gots to get it crunk
Mary J. is in the spot tonight
And I'ma make ya feel alright, make you feel alright

Come on baby just party with me
Let loose and set your body free
Leave your situations at the door
So when you step inside, jump on the floor

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

It's only gonna be about a matter of time
Before you get loose and start to lose your mind
Cop you a drink, go ahead and rock your ice
'Cause we're celebrating 'No More Drama' in our lives

With the Dre track pumpin' everybody's jumpin'
Go ahead and twist your back and get your bodies bumpin'
I told you, leave your situations at the door
So grab somebody and get your ass on the dance floor

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

We don't need no haters
We're just trying to love one another

We just want ya'll to have a good time
No more drama in your life
Work real hard to make a dime
If you got beef, you're problem not mine

Leave all that BS outside
We're gonna celebrate all night
Let's have fun tonight, no fights
Turn that Dre track way up high

Making you dance all night and I
Got some real heat for you this time
It doesn't matter if you're white or black
Let's get crunk 'cause Mary's back

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Play the MP3 online for free!

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