Let'S Go Parking Baby - Lyrics - Caesar

Title: Let'S Go Parking Baby
Artist: Caesar
Composer(s): Joakim Ahlund

Lyric:
I know I'm out of line
Are we out of touch
But this is all too much

You're such a groovy girl
I'd love to strap her on
When I'm really gone

Let's go parking, baby
Stay out all night, you and me together
2 wrongs don't make a right
Sweetest punks you've ever seen

Such a crazy girl
She doesn't make no sense
It doesn't bother me

She always throws me out
She always makes a scene
She's just the sweetest thing

Let's go parking, baby
Stay out all night, you and me together
2 wrong's don't make a right
Your black hair is so obsecene
Sweetest punks you've ever seen

Let's go parking, baby
Stay out all night, you and me together
2 wrongs don't make a right
Your black hair is so obsecene
Sweetest punks you've ever seen
Your black hair is so obsecene
My heart aches at what a state I'm in

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Jeep - Lyrics - And Then... - Joe

Title: Jeep
Album: And Then...
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): Charmelle Cofield, Ernest E. Dixon, Allen Gordon, Joe Lewis Thomas

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Lyric:
Sex in my jeep baby, Back seat on my jeep baby (baby, baby)
We can freak in my jeep baby, The steel of wonders on my jeep baby
On my bumps up and slow baby, So you can make that body roll baby (baby, baby)
We can head to the third row swing us an episode, Girl let yourself go
Back seat on my jeep, on my jeep

Could jump in my HUMMA, let's take a ride, I like spending my summers in a specious rides
Turn on my TV, relax a while, we can chill with an AC or windows down
Let's stop by the mall, pick up a thing or two, If you see something you like for free then
Grab it boo
Let's stop by the food court so we can eat, after shopping and grabbing, that's fine and cheap
Let's do it with some sipping while talking and riding
Girl it's on tonight
We can start some touching, by then we will be buzzing, this jeep is our bedroom tonight

Sex in my jeep baby, Back seat on my jeep baby (baby, baby)
We can freak in my jeep baby, The steel of wonders on my jeep baby
On my bumps up and slow baby, So you can make that body roll baby (baby, baby)
We can head to the third row, swing us an episode, Girl let yourself go
Back seat on my jeep, of my jeep

I'm a pull over and make a stop, you're looking like what palm my other stuff
You've been throwing it all day, you know it laid, the back seat of my jeep, let's swing it F
Bay
Freaking you down while the spree wheel are spinning, bumping your body my system sick with it
Jacket and handcuffs these windows are tinted, you lace it your lies my detail will clean it
Let's do it with some sippering while talking and riding
Girl it's on tonight
We can start some touching, by then we will be buzzing, this jeep is our bedroom tonight

Sex in my jeep baby, Back seat on my jeep baby (baby, baby)
We can freak in my jeep baby, The steel of wonders on my jeep baby
On my bumps up and slow baby, So you can make that body roll baby (baby, baby)
We can head to the third row swing us an episode, Girl let yourself go
Back seat on my jeep

Say the word, baby, we can make a stop, we can find a dark spot in this parking lot
Baby pull over
Are you ready
Yes I'm ready
Ooohh, woow, aaahh we can take it slow we got the whole night, buckle up girl get ready for
This bumpy ride
Baby pull over
Are you ready
Yes I'm ready
This jeep is our bedroom tonight

Sex in my jeep baby, Back seat on my jeep baby (baby, baby)
We can freak in my jeep baby, The steel of wonders on my jeep baby
On my bumps up and slow baby, So you can make that body roll baby (baby, baby)
We can head to the third row swing us an episode, Girl let yourself go
Back seat on my jeep, of my jeep

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3 A.M. - Lyrics - Young Jeezy

Title: 3 A.M.
Artist: Young Jeezy
Composer(s): Timothy Z Mosley, Jay W Jenkins

Lyric:
Here we go, here we go, let's get it

It's Young Jizzle and I'm back with Timbo
With another hit, ya still stuck in a limbo
An adlib here and an adlib there
*** it, adlibs everywhere

As I proceed to give ya what you need
Spit tre drop, *** cocoa leaves
A-Town pimp, tell me what you know about it
Wanna talk ***, I'll tell ya what I know about it

I'm on that Grey Goose, higher than a pelican
Sophomore year, but I spit it like a veteran
Gangsta, gangsta, you can tell by the swag
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?

It's about 3 in the morning
Gotta leave with somethin' hot 'cause a *** horny
Now I'm in the parking lot, baby all over me
Ay, ay, wait a minute ha, let's go

It's about 3 in the morning
Got my thang, cocked 'cause them boys they be on it
**** they be talkin' but, they don't really want it, what ya say?
Ay, ay, wait a minute ha, let's go

The flow's so cold and I'm so cool
Let a *** try, I'mma act a damn fool
Got that welfare, we call it old school
Then we mix it all up, call it pro tools

Serve 'em demo tracks, let 'em demo that
All these *** in the club, where the bad ones at?
She got a mean walk, I got a big stick
I see ya muggin' homie, I got a full clip

See I master that and then I mastered this
Then I bring it all back, I gotta master wrist
I was on dro and she was on Hen
She was on her and I was zonin', let's get it

It's about 3 in the morning
Gotta leave with somethin' hot 'cause a *** horny
Now I'm in the parking lot, baby all over me
Ay, ay, wait a minute ha, let's go

It's about 3 in the morning
Got my thang, cocked 'cause them boys they be on it
**** they be talkin' but, they don't really want it, what ya say?
Ay, ay, wait a minute ha, let's go

Verse three, I'm back to the basics
Fresh out the jeweler, came back with the bracelet
Blowing haze yeah, dog, I can taste it
Parked the 430 came back in a spaceship

And my whip game is so sick mayne
I double up every time I flip mayne
Birds by the flocks, clips in the glocks
Multi-platinum, still watchin' for the cops

Ya girl keep sweating me, she staring at my rocks
Me I'm gee'd up, grabbing on my, huh?
I walk it how I talk it, play it how I say it
Me and Timb on the track, but everybody play it

It's about 3 in the morning
Gotta leave with somethin' hot 'cause a *** horny
Now I'm in the parking lot, baby all over me
Ay, ay, wait a minute ha, let's go

It's about 3 in the morning
Got my thang, cocked 'cause them boys they be on it
**** they be talkin' but, they don't really want it, what ya say?
Ay, ay, wait a minute ha, let's go

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Shake Your Tailfeather - Lyrics - Murphy Lee

Title: Shake Your Tailfeather
Artist: Murphy Lee
Composer(s): Varick Smith, Murphy Lee, Jayson Bridges, Cornell Haynes

Lyric:
We do it for fun
We just do it for fun
Dirty E.A.T
We do it for fun
Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee)
We do it for fun (This is history baby)
Bend them trucks
We do it for fun (haha)
Stack them bucks
We do it for fun (Come on now)
And the band played on (yea)
Just like (I believe you cool to this)
We do it for fun
If you see me ma
We do it for fun

Bad Boys 2, the soundtrack
Let's Go

Hey girl
What your name is?
Where you from?
Turn around who you came with?
Is that your ass or your momma have reindeer?
I can't explain it but damn sure glad you came here
I'm still a sucker for cornrolls, you know I never changed that (nah uh)
Your body is banging mamma, but where your brains at? (Come on)
I'm still the same cat when I was young I was running with bad boys
But now I'm older hope they saw I'm running with bad boys (that's right)
Here come another man
Unlike no other man
Candy coated whoa
Switching in every lane
Ya'll help me
Why don't cha
Please help me
Eigth girl this week and it's only Tuesday
I like the cocky bow legged ones
Like white and Dominicans
Hispanics and Asians
Shake it for Nelly son
Manolos Ma no no's I can't tell
Everybody and their hootchies
When you do it do it well

Let me see you take it off
Girl go and take it off
We can even do it slow
We can even do it slow
Take it where you want to go
Take it where you want to go
Just take that ass to the floor
Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low
We can even do it slow
We can even do it slow
Take it where you want to go
Take it where you want to go
Just take that ass to the floor
Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather

Now real girls get down on the floor (on the floor)
Get that money honey act like you know (like you know)
Mama I like how you dance
The way you fit in them pants (Uh)
Enter the floor (Uh) take it low (Uh) girl do it again (Uh)
You know I love that (I love that)
Now where them girls at? (Where the girls at?)
It's Diddy, Murphy Lee, and Nelly how you love that? (Shit uh ohhhhhh)
Come on, we got another one player
From New York to the Dirty how they loving it player?
Baby you impressive let's get
To know each other
You the best of the best and
You got to love it in the dresses, the sexiest
I had to tell her she's a young Janet Jackson live in living color
Look here momma you're dead wrong for having them pants on
Capri's cut low so when you shake it I see you're thong
My pocket's full of dough shake your feathers till the morning
It's Bad Boy and Nelly man somebody better warn them

Let me see you take it off
Girl go and take it off
We can even do it slow
We can even do it slow
Take it where you want to go
Take it where you want to go
Just take that ass to the floor
Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low
We can even do it slow
We can even do it slow
Take it where you want to go
Take it where you want to go
Just take that ass to the floor
Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather

Oh no I heard them bad boys coming
Can't stop now
Got to continue my running (yea)
Because we go party till them lights come on
And then my song start thumping because my mike still on

Yo, I'm the big booty type
I like them thick with their mind right (Awe)
Banging personality conversate when the time right (Naw)
I'm not hard I've got women to handle that
They be like he the man when I'm really a Thundercat
Come on you know the tics connect like Voltron
Collect so much grass popo thinking we mow lawns
My gohans don't match that
But it matches her head wrap and the seats that I got in the lap
I'm just a juvenile (Wha)
Because I be about G's
Keep your women wizzy man they say they have my babies
I'm young like Tucker like the cash and the money (I'm going to eat my money)
Man, I'm that damn hungry
See I'm starving like Marvin girl
I've got sixteen bars of fire is what I'm starting
Plus my rats come in packs like Sammy and Dean Martin
And I got so many keys you'd think I was valet parking

Let me see you take it off
Girl go and take it off
We can even do it slow
We can even do it slow
Take it where you want to go
Take it where you want to go
Just take that ass to the floor
Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low
We can even do it slow
We can even do it slow
Take it where you want to go
Take it where you want to go
Just take that ass to the floor
Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather

Oh no I heard them bad boys coming
Can't stop now
Got to continue my running (yea)
Because we go party till them lights come on
And then my song start thumping because my mic still on (man)

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What Must I Do - Lyrics - Young World: The Future - Lil Zane

Title: What Must I Do
Album: Young World: The Future
Artist: Lil Zane
Composer(s): Zane Jr Copeland

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Lyric:
Hey yo, this joint right here
Is dedicated to that one girl
That every player wants
I see you baby and I wanna know
What must I do?

What can I do to make you see that
You want a hot boy baby I'll be that
Tell ya man that you won't be comin' back
Them other cats that you don't need none of that

I won't dine you, I'll grind you
Standin' up behind you
Hit it from the back so exact that it blind you
Never tried to find you

But now I know I need you to combine with
Help me raise mine with
I need a lady in my life when the streets is rough
So come on baby let me put ya heart in handcuffs

Won't stop even when you tellin' me it's enough
Can't drop till I'm feelin' that I'm killin' ya stuff
Wanna be the one you livin' for and givin' ya more
Make ya blush when ya hit my plush bedroom floor
Nobody sittin' baby, you gettin' more than you can take
So come on Shorty stop bein' so fake

What must I do? To show you that I love you
What must I do? To please you and me
What must I do baby? To have you
What must I do baby? To grab you

What must I do? To show you that I love you
What must I do? To please you and me
What must I do baby? To have you
What must I do baby? To grab you

I know ya man ain't blind it ain't hard to see
Blew his mind when he saw you in the car with me
And my girl ain't blind 'cuz she ask and wanna see
Who is that wit you when I passed the hummer

I said nobody but she smelled yo' body
Wit you bout a hour ago
Should a listened when you told me take a shower though
If I was her man she'd even take half my dough, but I'm not

So hop up in the drop we can cruise the block
And got a spot where them niggas don't go
On the low shorty pop 'dro
But she don't let guys know
By the time we left, her eyes low

Let's do it in the parking lot
Baby I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
Already comin' out my shirt 'cuz it's awfully hot
Got down to everything but my jewels and socks

What must I do? To show you that I love you
What must I do? To please you and me
What must I do baby? To have you
What must I do baby? To grab you

What must I do? To show you that I love you
What must I do? To please you and me
What must I do baby? To have you
What must I do baby? To grab you

Last week I met this girl
My nigga she drove me crazy
Damn, she bad as hell
Even let her push my Mercedes

I hear she got a man
But he ain't beatin' it crazy
That's why she came to Z
'Cuz I treat her like a lady

Took her up out the hood
Flossin' hard in fancy cars
By my side at the awards
Lookin' badder than the stars

Chickens was getting jealous
And players was lookin' mad
Of course, could have been my Porsche
But mami was kinda bad

Hold up, am I startin' to catch feelings that I never had
And if I get serious will my niggas laugh
She like 25, I ain't even 20 yet
Diggin' with her, gotta show her how my money stretch

She got drops that she ain't drove yet
She buyin' furs and it ain't even cold yet
Gimme anything I need, shorty gon' go get
I got platinum and I ain't even old yet

What must I do? To show you that I love you
What must I do? To please you and me
What must I do baby? To have you
What must I do baby? To grab you

What must I do? To show you that I love you
What must I do? To please you and me
What must I do baby? To have you
What must I do baby? To grab you

What must I do? To show you that I love you
What must I do? To please you and me
What must I do baby? To have you
What must I do baby? To grab you

What must I do? To show you that I love you
What must I do? To please you and me
What must I do baby? To have you
What must I do baby? To grab you

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Steal The Show - Lyrics - Laugh Now, Cry Later - Ice Cube

Title: Steal The Show
Album: Laugh Now, Cry Later
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Scott Spencer Storch, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Yeah
Steal the show baby

I'ma have to ride, the ride, the ride
Till I find a girl to slip inside
Ice Cube ain't never been shot
Ain't never got, got up in the parking lot

Nigga, Scott Storch will bang the instrumental
South Central here comes the presidential
Pull up jump out the low rider
A real lyricist nigga fuck a ghost rider

Dance baby I'm your provider
Yous a fly girl bitch I'ma spider
I'm on that ass like please leave me alone
A few drinks you like please follow me home

I just hope you ain't 5150
That's a crazy hoe even though she pretty
Ice Cube only one el loco
With the vol co put your ass in a chold hold

Stone cold, oh yeah fuck the Broncos
Raider down, everybody better lay it down
Think I'm P.G. you must got a squeegy
Are you crazy, down since eazy

Here, shoulders, knees and toes
Work that pussy across the flo'
Shake that body, steal the show
Ice Cube bitch I'm about to blow
(Let's go)

I'm about to do it like this here
Walk over spit game in this bitch ear
Let her know my name and I got it right here
Girl you know the game can I get a volunteer

I'm about to do it like this here
Walk over spit game in this bitch ear
Let her know my name and I got it right here
Plus a pound of weed do I got a volunteer

Goin' once goin' twice
A nigga nice when I turn off the lights
Tell your friends yo fuck they advice
'Cause some time them hoes act like dyke's

Cock blockers, pull out your mouth piece
Game over, we up in the range rover
Wake up in the morning with a hangover
Roll over do the whole damn thang over

I'ma roller, took her ass back where I drove her
And we still ain't sober
Motherfucker it still ain't hova
It's the super nova, niggas been doin' over

Ice Cube been rappin' since 84'
About the cocaine streets and the po' po'
Introduce you to my 6 4 low low
Yeah, the one the just pulled out the mo mo

Here, shoulders, knees and toes
Work that pussy across the flo'
Shake that body, steal the show
Ice Cube bitch I'm about to blow
(Let's go)

I'm about to do it like this here
Walk over spit game in this bitch ear
Let her know my name and I got it right here
Girl you know the game can I get a volunteer

Punks jump up to get beat down
Daddy home motherfucker put your feet down
Better jump up, y'all better clean up
'Cause I might done pull out this Nina

Put your cups up boy if you fucked up
And you got the baddest bitch up in the club
Put your cups up even if she ugly
And it look like the bitch play rugby

We could take me anywhere where the thugs be
When they see me motherfuckers wanna hug me
It's all love 'cuz, it's all love blood
It's all love when them niggas thrownin' up the dub

It's all love with the brown and they yellow man
'Cause a nigga got money like the jello man
Mo money, yo money, hoe money
Mama didn't raise no dummy learn from me

'Cause I could flip shit fast as bis quick
Mr. Butter worth take it for what its worth
I got them low lows flat like pancakes
Sippin' on syzzurp Fuck what ya hizzerd

Here, shoulders, knees and toes
Work that pussy across the flo'
Shake that body, steal the show
Ice Cube bitch I'm about to blow
(Come on)

I'm about to do it like this here
Walk over spit game in this bitch ear
Let her know my name and I got it right here
Girl you know the game can I get a volunteer

Steal the show baby
Steal the show baby

You know a lot of these bitches need an antibiotic
Moxacillin, Penicillin, something with a slin' in it
They, they, want a sugar daddy, they want a man on a fixed income
They want man that they can come over to the old mans house
And go in the back porch and get 30 or $40 every here and there
And get in they Honda and ride on off

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(Let'S Get Movin') Into Action - Lyrics - Sound Soldier - Skye Sweetnam

Title: (Let'S Get Movin') Into Action
Album: Sound Soldier
Artist: Skye Sweetnam
Composer(s): Skye Sweetnam, Tim Armstrong

Lyric:
Into action

Let's get movin' into action
Let's get movin' into action
If your life's too slow, no satisfaction
Find somethin' out there, there's an attraction
If you hesitate now that's a subtraction
So let's get movin', boy, into action

Come on quick now and keep it up
We're invitin' this town
All the kids are showin' up
When we bring the sound

Hop into my pick up truck
Roll out to the ground
Get your gear, load it up
Gonna hold it down

If you start with nothin'
Gotta build it up
If you got a dream
You gotta follow it up

Let's get movin' into action
Let's get movin' into action
If your life's too slow, no satisfaction
Find somethin' out there, there's an attraction
If you hesitate now that's a subtraction
So let's get movin', boy, into action

Shake it, shake it, shake it out
Make a move and make it now
Come on, come on, feel the blow
Baby, let it, let it go

Underneath the underground
Sub subliminal of sounds
?Cause the method won?t be down
But this man is all around

We break it down so low below
[Incomprehensible] and that is all I know

Let's get movin' into action
Let's get movin' into action
If your life's too slow, no satisfaction
Find somethin' out there, there's an attraction
If you hesitate now that's a subtraction
So let's get movin', boy, into action

Let it pour, thump it up through the stereo
Live it up, let it out, let the speakers blow
Across me to the parking lot, we?re hanging at the corner
The summer?s out, it?s growing hot
The [Incomprehensible] is taking longer

[Incomprehensible]
Keep on going really fast
Gonna get you into crash
Baby boy, just take the chance

I got music and I?ll use it, that?s all I need
You and a microphone to hold and some fresh air to breathe
No, no, no, no, no, no one can touch us now
?Cause our love light burns bright and our music plays loud

Let's get movin' into action
Let's get movin' into action
If your life's too slow, no satisfaction
Find somethin' out there, there's an attraction
If you hesitate now that's a subtraction
So let's get movin', boy, into action

Oh, yeah, into action
Oh, yeah, into action
Alright, into action
Oh, yeah, into action
Alright, oh, yeah, into action

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Come Over - Lyrics - Ghetto Classics - Jaheim

Title: Come Over
Album: Ghetto Classics
Artist: Jaheim
Composer(s): Jaheim Hoagland, Wesley Allen Hogges, Eric Jay Williams

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Lyric:
Stepped up in the club where them chicks be at
You was standing at the bar, saw you from the back
Legs straight banging and that ass is fat
Bvlgari on your body, girl, I fucks with that

I'm the type of cat, I know what I like
See you the type of lady, I'll take home and wife
So won't you go grab your coat, get your bag
I'll be in the parking lot, chilling with the roof down

(Come over)
If ever in need of love
(Come over)
If you ever need a hug

(Come over)
You need someone to trust
(Come over)
Baby, come over

(Come over)
If you ever need a friend
(Come over)
I'll be there through thick and thin

(Come over)
Baby, come over
(Come over)

My nigga hit me on my hip with a text
He caught your man slipping
Now tell me what he gonna prove next
He tricking out at the mall
What's up with ya'll, maybe we need to talk

I can tell, he ain't been thugging you well
I see, here's where you need to be
See love won't hurt for nothing
Ain't sense in fronting
Gotta keep that paper coming

(Come over)
If ever in need of love
(Come over)
You ever need a hug

(Come over)
You need some ghetto love
(Come over)
Baby, come over

(Come over)
If you ever need a friend
(Come over)
I'll be there through thick and thin

(Come over)
Baby, come over
(Come over)

Love, I been sitting here waiting all night
I know something just ain't right
I got this 5th of Henney
You looking at me, give me

Give me love, 'cause all I really want is your love
Baby girl, it's all on you
Down for whatever
May we leave here together, baby

(Come over)
If you ever need love
(Come over)
Or if you just want to be touched

(Come over)
You got the number
(Come over)
Baby, come over

(Come over)
And if you ever need a friend
(Come over)
I'll be right here till the end

(Come over)
Baby, come over
(Come over)

(Come over)
Don't let me wait too long
(Come over)
Let's get it popping, baby

(Come over)
Girl, you know
(Come over)
What a brother like me needs

(Come over)
Yeah, yeah
(Come over)
I'll be there when you need me
(Come over)

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Marry Me - Lyrics - Amanda Marshall

Title: Marry Me
Artist: Amanda Marshall
Composer(s): Amanda Marshall, Rob Misener

Lyric:
I wanna laugh until I cry
And wake up with you each day
'Til the day I die

Let's go down to New Orleans
And watch the parade and take funny pictures
Eat jambalaya, drink lemonade

And when the day is finally over
And we stumble home
Before we sleep baby, marry me

I wanna drive until we get lost
And lie in a field staring up at the sky
While you point out the Southern Cross

Somehow I know, without asking why
That you love me more in a minute
Than anyone could in a lifetime

Dancing in the parking lot
While the band plays inside
Sweep me off my feet, baby, marry me

We don't need no preacher man
Readin' from the Good Book
And I don't want no fancy dress

Ain't no ceremony for the vows that I took
From the moment I met you
I have been blessed

So let's make a toast and drink up the wine
Here's to you lyin' here next to me
Until the end of time

Wherever you are I wanna be
And anything that means anything to you
Means everything to me

Sneakin' out the back door
While they're throwing the rice
And they'll talk for weeks but we're all we need

So baby, if you're free
Marry me
Baby, marry me
Marry me

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Kiss Kiss (Remix) - Lyrics - Chris Brown

Title: Kiss Kiss (Remix)
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Christopher Brown, Faheem Najm

Lyric:
Yo this is Nappy Boy Radio live
With your boy T-Pain, we love rap music
Listen, uh, we got a caller on line one
Caller, what's your problem?

Hello, I'm on the radio with T-Pain
How's it goin'?
It ain't goin' good
My girl ain't doin' her things she used to do and oh

I got just what you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it hear first Nappy Boy Radio
We love you

Hey, she want that lovey dovey
(Lovey dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

She want that lovey dovey
(Lovey dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

I'm a country boy from Tappahannock, VA is where I reside
So shawty understand it and I know I just turned 18
And I get a little mannish and you see the bandana hangin'
That means I'm like a bandit like, like a bandit, bandit

I got paper girl, the Lamborghini
With the spider seats, you never seen it
So get it shawty, we parkin' lot pimpin' in my dome
And I know what you want

She want that lovey dovey
(Lovey dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

She want that lovey dovey
(Lovey dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

I'm the epitome of this demonstration, I got the remedy
You feelin' me, so why is you hatin' my anatomy?
It's bird like, yeah, you heard right
Girl, I'm the king so that means I'm fly, fly

If you with it girl, get it poppin'
Girl with me, ain't no stoppin'
So get it shawty, we parking lot pimpin' in my dome
I know what you want

She want that lovey dovey
(Lovey, dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

She want that lovey dovey
(Lovey dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

Shawty, let me holla at you, you so hot, hot, hot, hot
You think I'd be hollen', if you not, not, not, not?
I'm king of the town, you can take a look around
Teddy Penderaz down is in the spot, spot, spot, spot

I got money on me
Baby girl, no problem
You rollin' shawty?
Let's hit McDonald's
It's TP and CB, I'm a Nappy Boy

She want that lovey dovey
(Lovey dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

She want that lovey dovey
(Lovey dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be, yeah

We are live back on Nappy Boy Radio, this is your boy DJ Pain
I gotta get outta here man, I just wanna leave with it
If you ain't got it by now then you're just ain't getting it

Let's go, Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy
Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy
Boy, I say, Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy
Nappy, Nappy, Nappy and Pretty Boy
Let's go

5, 4, 3, 0, yeah

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Toss It Up - Lyrics - Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory - 2pac

Title: Toss It Up
Album: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Cedric Hailey, Joel Hailey, Danny Boy Steward, Reginald Deville Moore, Aaron Hall, Dimitri Ship, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
The money behind the dreams
My right hand, my other Capo in this big motherfuckin' war we got
My other Capo in this big ass, conglomerate called Death Row
Snoop motherfuckin' Dogg, Tha Doggfather
And who he comin' through right now, Makaveli the Don
Feel this, Killuminati

Lord have mercy, father help us all
Since you supplied yo' phone number, I can't help but call
Time for action, conversatin', we relaxin', kickin' back
Got you curious for Thug Passion, now picture that

Tongue kissin', hand full of hair, look in my eyes
Time to make the bed rock, baby look how it rise
Me and you movin' in the nude, do it in the living room
Sweatin' up the sheets, it's the Thug in me

I mean no disrespectin' when I tongue kiss your neck
I go a long way to get you wet, what you expect
Late night, hit the highway, drop the top
I pull over, gettin' busy in the parking lot

And don't you love it how I lick your, hips and glide
Kiss you soft on your stomach, push my love inside
Got ya lost in a love zone, stuck in the lust
I got the bedroom shakin' back-breakin' when we're tossin' it up

In this baby, I like the way it's goin' down
When nobody's around, slip slide ride, givin' me love nice like
Female I like, what I wanna give all night
You and me alone everybody's gone toss it up, baby let's, get it on

I like the way you please me, babe
The sexy way you tease me, sugar
The way you move your body
It really drives me crazy

Your body hypnotizing
Your smell is so exciting
So baby come on home with me
I like the way you give it to me

I like the way you give it to me, let me see you toss it up
I like the way you give it to me, let me see you toss it up
I like the way you give it to me, let me see you toss it up
So I like the way you give it to me, let me see you toss it up

Play on, play on, play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on, play on, play on

Ohh, it's K-Ci baby, mmm that want you lady
Ohh, don't act so shady, baby your taste as fine as gravy
The way you move that thang, you make me wanna sang
Girl, you make my bells rang, make them go ting-a-ling

Now the man, I'm here again
Don't want it to ever end
It's feeling too good
Gimme some more, oh lady lady

Your body the kind I like-ah
Big booty titling delight-ah
Bag it up yo, let me in there
Toss it up for me

I like the way you give it to me, let me see you toss it up
I like the way you give it to me, let me see you toss it up
And I like the way you give it to me, let me see you toss it up
Well, I like the way you give it to me, let me see you toss it up

Do you want me what's your phone number, I get around
Cali Love to my true Thugs, picture me now
Still down for that Death Row sound, searchin' for paydays
No longer Dre Day, arrivederci

Blown and forgotten, rotten for plottin' Child's Play
Check your sexuality, as fruity as this Alize
Quick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move
Cross Death Row, now who you gon' run to?

Lookin' for suckers 'cause you similar
Pretendin' to be hard, oh my God, check your temperature
Screamin' Compton, but you can't return, you ain't heard
Brothers pissed 'cause you switched and escaped to the burbs

Mob on to this new era, 'cause we Untouchable
Still can't believe that you got 'Pac rushin' you
Up in you, bless the real, all the rest get killed
Who can you trust, only time reveals, toss it up

Let me see you toss it up
Let me see you toss it up
Let me see you toss it up
Let me see you toss it up

Tellin' lies, who? Puffy, I read your little interview buddy, c'mon
You still ain't touchin' us, all that peace talk
I don't care if you kiss my ass from here to across the street boy
It's on, toss it up, we took you on, and we took y'all beat
You know we beat you down, and we took y'all beat
'Cause you wasn't rockin' it right
Tired of suckers rockin' it, toss it up, is how we did it
Yeah, toss it up now

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Kiss Kiss - Lyrics - Exclusive - Chris Brown

Title: Kiss Kiss
Album: Exclusive
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Christopher Brown, Faheem Najm

Lyric:
Yo this is Nappy Boy Radio live
With your boy T-Pain, we love rap music
Listen, uh, we got a caller on line one
Caller, what's your problem?

Hello, I'm on the radio with T-Pain
How's it goin'?
It ain't goin' good
My girl ain't doin' her things she used to do and oh

I got just what you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it hear first Nappy Boy Radio
We love you

Hey, she want that lovey dovey
(Lovey dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

She want that lovey dovey
(Lovey dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

I'm a country boy from Tappahannock, VA is where I reside
So shawty understand it and I know I just turned 18
And I get a little mannish and you see the bandana hangin'
That means I'm like a bandit like, like a bandit, bandit

I got paper girl, the Lamborghini
With the spider seats, you never seen it
So get it shawty, we parkin' lot pimpin' in my dome
And I know what you want

She want that lovey dovey
(Lovey dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

She want that lovey dovey
(Lovey dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

I'm the epitome of this demonstration, I got the remedy
You feelin' me, so why is you hatin' my anatomy?
It's bird like, yeah, you heard right
Girl, I'm the king so that means I'm fly, fly

If you with it girl, get it poppin'
Girl with me, ain't no stoppin'
So get it shawty, we parking lot pimpin' in my dome
I know what you want

She want that lovey dovey
(Lovey, dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

She want that lovey dovey
(Lovey dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

Shawty, let me holla at you, you so hot, hot, hot, hot
You think I'd be hollen', if you not, not, not, not?
I'm king of the town, you can take a look around
Teddy Penderaz down is in the spot, spot, spot, spot

I got money on me
Baby girl, no problem
You rollin' shawty?
Let's hit McDonald's
It's TP and CB, I'm a Nappy Boy

She want that lovey dovey
(Lovey dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

She want that lovey dovey
(Lovey dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be, yeah

We are live back on Nappy Boy Radio, this is your boy DJ Pain
I gotta get outta here man, I just wanna leave with it
If you ain't got it by now then you're just ain't getting it

Let's go, Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy
Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy
Boy, I say, Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy
Nappy, Nappy, Nappy and Pretty Boy
Let's go

5, 4, 3, 0, yeah

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Take You Home - Lyrics - Animal House - Angie Martinez

Title: Take You Home
Album: Animal House
Artist: Angie Martinez
Composer(s): Paul George, K Rogers, Marcello Valenzano, Andre Lyon, Angie Martinez, Gerard Charles, Hugh Clarke, Curtis T. Bedeau, Lucien George, Jamar Austin, Brian George

Lyric:
Yeah
The animals are here
Yeah, Angie, coolin' Dre
Alright, yes sir
Here we go, yo, c'mon

I got a call from my girls around eight about that Friday spot
'Round 12 hit the highway stop, I need gas
Car behind me on my ass, speed pass
Turn the radio on that's my joint got me and I need to dance
Pull up in the truck and it ain't my man's
You screaming, "Hey yo, you don't got a chance
Son, you are speaking a language I don't understand
Know the dude I hang with, I don't hold his hand"

'Cause, me, I'm free to choose, it's possible to leave with you
When we get through, I drive passenger seat for you
Let's ride at one I arrive
Walked past the line, damn his ass is fine
Some guy now we up in the spot
Watch, place hot, couple of bottles, champagne popped
And that's how we doing it now
I'm scheming while the DJ's moving the crowd

I was wondering if I could take you home
Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home
I was wondering if I could take you home
Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home

Alright, it's around 2 a.m., the mood is trend, the club is snug
I see him watching, love is love
Caught him when I looked up, gave him a glance
Promotion chick walked over while I'm shaking her hand
I'm looking over her, "Sorry but I'm waiting for this man"
Is what I told her, so she could leave
No breaking up my plans, no time for talking about shows
Or dates that I could host
Damn, he walking over to me, they breaking out the jokes

My girls laughing, they see me already imagining
He whispered in my ear, would I dance with him
I answered him
He took my hand with him, dancing close
I turned around and gave him my back, he passed a smoke
He put his hand on my hip, then my stomach, he must want it
And I was really just 'bout to leave, his clique fronted
Like they don't see that they man 'bout to tell 'em peace
And to think I wasn't even gonna go out and see?

I was wondering if I could take you home
Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home
I was wondering if I could take you home
Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home

All I need is my lip gloss, I.D., gum, and I'm straight
Especially if it's Envy in bungalow eight
We making it hot on the dance floor today
But my girls wanna leave 'cause there's nothing to take
Nothing to meet, spot dead, nothing to see
Then we all agree that we won't leave
'Cause some spots the papi's still come at three
That's when I tell the DJ to run that please

He dancing behind me, I feel what's under his jeans
And I had one too many so I'm under his scheme
I mean I'm cool and the gang, the music is playing
Think I found what I'm looking for, no purpose in waiting
Almost time for breakfast
Standing by the coat checkers
Looking for my parking lot ticket, that's it
And this night just ended, can't say with who
What, or where but it'll definitely be remembered

I was wondering if I could take you home
Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home
I was wondering if I could take you home
Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home

Would you be my boyfriend?
Would you be my boyfriend?
Would you be my boyfriend
For tonight?

Would you be my boyfriend?
Would you be my boyfriend?
Would you be my boyfriend
For tonight?

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Lo - The One - Lyrics - Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine - Cee

Title: Lo - The One
Album: Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine
Artist: Cee
Composer(s): Maurice White, Phalon Anton Alexander, Philip James Bailey, Clifford Harris, Carlton Ridenhour, Hank Shocklee, Thomas Callaway

Lyric:
Oh, shit
I see you girl
Shorty, you know [Incomprehensible]

We gon' start this shit off right
We got Suga D-Nice in the house tonight
We gon' start this shit off right
We got Slick Jazzy Pha in the house tonight

We gon' start this shit off right
We got T.I.P. in the house tonight
We gon' start this shit off right
And slick be at home is in the house tonight

You the one girl, you the one girl
You the one girl, you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one

'Cuz you the one girl, you the one girl
You the one girl, you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one

See when we ride through
We let them see it from the side view
Slow and even so you know no one denied you
The parking lot look like these niggaz like to ride too
They didn't win but I must admit they tried to

Look like we talked up, when we walked up
And when we walked in, money talk then
The bar was bought then, we couldn't be caught then
I see you looking lil' girl, let's go get lost then

Every so often out on and off them
(I wanna go shit and you know this)
Well, is there anyone else that you could go with?
Cool run it back okay, see if she'll play wit Pha

You the one girl, you the one girl
You the one girl, you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one

'Cuz you the one girl, you the one girl
You the one girl, you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one girl

'Bout ten mo' minutes and I'm ready to ride
I got ten mo' bitches, I'ma fit up inside
This Suburban or Excursion or whatever I ride
I bet it's chrome on the wire, vogue on the tire

T.I.P. refer to me as your majesty or sire
Higher then the rest, Italian drop dead fresh
So much say what I feel with southern finesse
So debonair if he dare, bet he got best dressed

Full length mink, gator belt, gator vest
Including shoes, a ten thousand dollar outfit bitch
Yes dude, he dress to impress
A bitch enough to make her want to give me her dress

Blessed with the gift of gab to get gals
Hot enough to hit they pals, so get down
You looking good enough to come give me a kiss now
Get a room at the Swiss big as a beach house

You the one girl, you the one girl
You the one girl, you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one

'Cuz you the one girl, you the one girl
You the one girl, you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one

You're lookin nice
Hell, let's toast to the broken ice
We've seen each other once and already we've spoken twice
So stay or at the most a moment longer to hear me say
I really did miss you the last time that you went away

I'm serious, I must have you, I won't waste your time
And have you wishin' that somehow you could replace the time
I don't do any magic tricks to try and make the mind
I just convinced that the reality is that you have to race the time

She said, "You a playa ain't you, could have what you want, can't you?"
I replied that, ?I'm also an artist baby, I could paint you
In the frame and I don't try hard to not be the same?
So she knew she was gon' come before she came

You the one girl, you the one girl
You the one girl, you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one

'Cuz you the one girl, you the one girl
You the one girl, you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one girl
(Girl, did you know that ahh?)

It's a privilege to have had this conversation
It's a privilege and to have had this relation
It's a privilege, I been searching all evening
For somebody who can finally send me the one

It's a privilege to have made you laugh
It's a privilege and to have crossed your path
It's a privilege, you're the star, yes you are
Can have your autograph 'cuz you lookin' like the one

It's a privilege to have seen your face
It's a privilege and I bet you taste so good
It's a privilege, let's get one thing understood
I'll be good, yes I would, especially for the one

It's a privilege, let have a head on collision
It's a privilege, girl you made the right decision
It's a privilege

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Kick Push - Lyrics - Food & Liquor - Lupe Fiasco

Title: Kick Push
Album: Food & Liquor
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Rudolph Lopez, Wasalu Jaco

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Lyric:
Uh, what up ya'll?
Yeah, soundtrack what's poppin' baby
Woo, ya'll ain't know
I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco
Representin' that 1st &15
Gyeah, uh

And this one right here
I dedicate this one right here
To all my homies out there grindin'
Ya know what I'm saying?
Legally and illegally
Ha ha
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
So, check it out, uh

First got it when he was six
Didn't know any tricks
Matter fact, first time he got on it he slipped
Landed on his hip and bust his lip
For a week he had to talk with a lisp
Like thiss

Now we can end the story right here
But shorty didn't quit, it was somethin' in the air
Yeah, he said it was somethin' so appealing
He couldn't fight the feelin'
Somethin' about it

He knew he couldn't doubt it
Couldn't understand it
Brand it, since the first kickflip he land it
Uh, labeled a misfit, abandoned
Ca-kunk, ca-kunk, ca-kunk
His neighbors couldn't stand it, so

He was banished to the park
Started in the morning wouldn't stop till after dark
Yeah, when they said it's gettin late in here
?So I'm sorry young man there's no skating here"

And so we kick push, kick push
Kick push, kick push, coast
And the way he roll
Just a rebel to the world with no place to go

And so we kick push, kick push
Kick push, kick push, coast
So come and skate with me
Just a rebel looking for a place to be
So let's kick, uh, and push, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, and coast

Uh, uh ,uh
My man got a lil older, became a better roller
Yeah, no helmet, hellbent on killin' himself
Is was what his momma said
But he was feelin' himself

Got a little more swagger in his style
Met his girlfriend, she was clappin' in the crowd
Love is what what was happening to him now, uh
He said, ?I would marry you
But I'm engaged to these aerials and varials?

?And I don't think this board is strong enough to carry two?
She said, ?Bow, I weigh 120 pounds, now
Lemme make one thing clear
I dont need to ride yours I got mine right here?

So she took him to a spot
He didn't know about
Somewhere in the apartment parking lot, she said
?I don't normally take dates in here?
Security came and said, "I'm sorry there's no skating here"

And so they kick push, kick push
Kick push, kick push, coast
And the way they roll
Just lovers in the twine with no place to go

And so they kick push, kick push
Kick push, kick push, coast
So come and skate with me
Just a rebel looking for a place to be
So let's kick, uh uh, and push, yea yea, and coast

Yea uh, swanky, yea, yea
Before he knew he had a crew
That weren't no punk
In they Spitfire shirts and SB Dunks

They would push, till they couldn't skate no more
Office building, li-b's wasn't safe no more
And it wasn't like they wasn't getting chased no more
Just the freedom was better than breathing they said
And they escape route, they used to escape out
When things got crazy they needed to break out

They'd head to any place with stairs
Any good grinds, the world was theirs, uh
And they four wheels would take them there
Till the cops came and said, "There's no skating here"

And so they kick push, kick push
Kick push, kick push, coast
And the way they roll
Just rebels without a cause with no place to go

And so they kick push, kick push
Kick push, kick push, coast
So come roll with me
Just a rebel looking for a place to be
So let's kick, uh uh, and push, yea yea, and coast

Ha ha, swanky, mmm, mmm

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Da Art Of Storytellin' (Part 4) - Lyrics - Outkast

Title: Da Art Of Storytellin' (Part 4)
Artist: Outkast
Composer(s): Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, David Sheats

Lyric:
Yeah, somebody hit me the other day for a rendezvous
Was it the bitch that fucked the Good and the Dungeon Crew?
Let's say her name was Suzy Skrew 'cause she screwed a lot
Makin' a nigga hit that chonk at legitimate spots

Not no parks, backseats or things of that nature
Had to hate ya playa, I'm dickin' the hoe down, never said I paid her
Straight laid her, slayed the bitch like Darth Daver, made her
From College Park and Fayette, all the way down to Decatur

Like Jada, her wig was sharp and sporty, that was shorty
Safe as a snake on eggs in a Beamer eight-hundred-forty
It's foggy, I went to the crib to call her but she lost me
My baby mamma beeped seven o'clock, it's gonna cost me

But I still wanna cut her though, maybe she had to work
I caught her in the mall, wearin' a real tight skirt
She was, fine as fuck, I wanted to sex the hoe up
She said, "Let's hit the parking lot so I can sick your duck"

I said, "Cool, I really wanted to cut you but this'll do
I gotta pick up my daughter plus my baby mamma beeped me too"
She said she understood then everything was kosher
I gave her a Lil' Will CD and a fuckin' poster
It's like that now

It's like that now, you better go, get the hump, up out your back now
It's about four, five cats off in my 'Llac now
We just shoot, game in the form of story rap now, yeah
It's like that now, it's like that now

Now Suzy Skrew had a partna named Sasha Thumper
I remember her number like the summer
When her and Suzy, yeah, they threw a slumber party
But you can not call it that 'cause it was slummer

Well, it was more like spend the night
Three in the morning, yawnin', dancin' under street lights
We chillin' like a villain and a nigga feelin' right
In the middle of the ghetto on the curb but in spite

All of the bullshit, we on our back starin' at the stars above
Talkin' 'bout what we gonna be when we grow up
I said what you wanna be, she said, "Alive"
It made me think for a minute, then looked in her eyes

I coulda died, time went on, I got grown
Rhyme got strong, mind got blown, I came back home
To find lil' Sasha was gone
Her mamma said she with a nigga that be treatin' her wrong

I kept on singin' my song and hopin' at a show
That I would one day see her standin' in the front row
But two weeks later she got found in the back of a school
With a needle in her arm, baby two months due, Sasha Thumper

It's like that now, you better go, get the hump, up out your back now
It's about four, five cats off in my 'Llac now
We just shoot, game in the form of story rap now, yeah
It's like that now, it's like that now

It's like that now, you better go, get the hump, up out your back now
It's about four, five cats off in my 'Llac now
We just shoot, game in the form of story rap now, yeah
It's like that now, it's like that now

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Still Fly - Lyrics - Hood Rich - Big Tymers

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

Lyric:
What's up, Fresh? It's our turn, baby

Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's spent
But that's okay 'cause I'm still fly

Gotcha car play gems on shine
Said it's mine, get a mink, baby girl, let's ride
You da Numba 1 stunna and we gonna glide
And go straight to the mall and turn out the inside

Prowler Gucci full length leather
Bourbons cooler, Coogi sweater
Twenty inches pop my feather
The Birdman daddy, I fly in any weather

Alligator seats with the head in the inside
Swine on the dash, G-Wagon so Fly
Numba 1, don't tangle and twist
When it come to these cars, I am that fella

The Gucci with the matching interior
3 wheel ride with the tire in the middle
It's Fresh and stunna and we like brothers
We shine like paint daddy, this our summer

Gator Boots with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's spent
But thats okay 'cause I'm still fly

Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class
But that's alright 'cause I'm gon' ride
Got everything in my moma's name
But I'm hood rich, da, dada, dada, da

Have you ever seen the crocodile seats in the truck?
Turn around and sit it down and let em' bite yo' butt
See, the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani
With your baby momma, playa is where you can find me

Pushing through the parking lot on 24's Cadillac
Escalate with the chromed out nose
With the navigation arrow headed straight to I-hop
Aunt Jamima really loves me 'cause my syrup is so hot
Put the Caddy up, start the 3 wheel Benz
Hyper white lights, ultra violet lens

Sumitomo tires and they gotta be run flat
TV where the horn go, boy, can you top that?
I'm a show you some, rookie press that button
The trunk went, eh, eh and all of a sudden
4 15's didn't see no wire's and then I heard boom from the amplifiers

Breakdown

Let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins
Impala loud pipes, drinking that Hen
It's the birdy, birdy man I'll do it again
In the Cadillac truck 24's with 10's

Looking at my Gucci, it's about that time
6 bad broads flying in at 9
New suburban truck with the paint job showing
Up and down and up they go

And bodies on the Roadster Lexus
You know with that hardtop beamer
Mommy, that's your truck
I'm coming up the hood been lovely
New shoes on the whip and I wake up the bubbly

430 lex with convertible top
The rims keep spinning every time I stop
I got a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq
With a old school Caddy with a diamond in the back

Gator Boots with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's spent
But that's okay 'cause I'm still fly

Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class
But that's alright 'cause I'm gon' ride
Got everything in my moma's name
But I'm hood rich, da, dada, dada, da

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