Let Her Go And Start Over - Lyrics - Huey Lewis &Amp; The News

Title: Let Her Go And Start Over
Artist: Huey Lewis &Amp; The News
Composer(s): Mike Duke

Lyric:
Trapped in a love for years
And now I think I've found the real thing
And when I think about your tears
And all the joy that true love can bring

What can I do?
I gotta find a way to tell you
What can I say?
'Cause I don't want to break your heart

Let her go and start over
There ain't nothing that you can do
Let her go and start over
Baby, it's up to you

Let her go and start over
There ain't nothing that you can say
Let her go and start over, yeah

And how can I tell you, baby
After all the good times we've seen
I know I gotta leave but maybe
You think I'm just trying to be mean

What can I do
Now I know I love another?
What can I say?
It hurts you when I say I love her

What can I do?
To be fair to me
To be fair to you
My friends tell me

Let her go and start over
There ain't nothing that you can do
Let her go and start over
Baby, it's up to you

Let her go and start over
There ain't nothing that you can say
Let her go and start over, yeah

And what can I do?
I gotta find a way to tell you
What can I say?
'Cause I don't want to break your heart that way

What can I do?
To be fair to me
To be fair to you
My friends tell me

Let her go and start over
There ain't nothing that you can do
And let her go and start over
Baby, it's up to you

Let her go and start over
There ain't nothing that you can say
(Let her go and start over)
Don't ever stand in the way

(Let her go and start over)
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Let her go and start over
(Let her go and start over)
There ain't nothing, there ain't you can do

(Let her go and start over)
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Let her go and start over
(Let her go and start over)
(Let her go and start over)

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Better Start Talking - Lyrics - Journey Of A Gemini - Donell Jones

Title: Better Start Talking
Album: Journey Of A Gemini
Artist: Donell Jones
Composer(s): Ryan Leslie, Jermaine Dupri, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
I'm so sincere with it, I just want you to know
If you can feel it, rock back and forth
He's so sincere with it, we just want you to know
If you can feel it, rock back and forth

I'm so sincere with it, I just want you to know
If you can feel it, rock back and forth
We so sincere with it, we just want you to know
If you can feel it, rock back and forth, let's go

Settle down, babe
Thinkin' that I can't let ya talk to me that way
Thinkin' bad move, the one that could be creepin'
And takin' your place
You don't even know where I be but we argue now
You gon' be here lonely, yeah
'Cuz she know what I need at night, can't you see?

She wants to take your place
She wanna give me everything that you don't
Don't let her just walk on in, don't make a big mistake
Thinkin' I'm so caught up I can't let go
You better start talking

Tell me why should I be here tonight
See you don?t wanna hurt me
But we both know this thing that just ain't right
When I go and I go
It's gonna be a little too late
To try get back again
When I don?t have this feelin' no more

Now we're gonna be here talkin' no more
She'll be the reason I leave you alone
Some day you'll see when I'm gone
So right now you better speak
And give me a reason, girl, can't you see?

She wants to take your place
She wanna give me everything that you don't
Don't let her just walk on in, don't make a big mistake
Thinkin' I'm so caught up I can't let go
You better start talking

This shit is over
(You better start talking)
I shoulda left a long ago
(You better start talking)
But I stayed around thinkin' that something
In your head was not clickin'

But I can see that I was all wrong
(You better start talking)
I can't be a fool no more
(You better start talking)
And she wants to be that one
To give me that love you ain't ready for
[Incomprehensible]

I go to the club strictly to party
And find something to twerk with
I?m the dude that all the girls wanna flirt with
Jump up in the booth, show me just how they work it
So shorty, your window is small to work with

I see it in your eyes but you ain't sayin' nothin'
Your girl doin' everything tryin' to push my button
Symbolizin' us leavin' and me cuttin'
Easy like Tiger on the green when he puttin'

You better start talking, shorty, wanna do something
Do something to live to me, man, shorty wanna move something
And you frontin' like it ain't what it is
'Bout to lose all this 'cuz you ain't handle yo' bizz

After two shots of the three, she was all on me
And you seen it but try to play it like a 'P.I.M.P.'
Now I respect that but sometimes that's a set back
And I really can't see you settin' back lettin'
That be the reason we ain't breezin' through the city
Girl, you better start talking
(Can't you see?)

She wants to take your place
She wanna give me everything that you don't
Don't let her just walk on in, don't make a big mistake
Thinkin' I'm so caught up I can't let go
You better start talking

She wants to take your place
She wanna give me everything that you don't
Don't let her just walk on in, don't make a big mistake
Thinkin' I'm so caught up I can't let go
You better start talking

I'm so sincere with it, I just want you to know
If you can feel it, rock back and forth
He's so sincere with it, we just want you to know
If you can feel it, rock back and forth

I'm so sincere with it, I just want you to know
If you can feel it, rock back and forth
He's so sincere with it, we just want you to know

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Mahogany - Lyrics - Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: Mahogany
Album: Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, W Griffin

Lyric:
Me and Eric B was coolin' at the Paladium
Seen a all-world covered girl, I said 'Hey lady I'm
Sorry if You're in a rush - Don't let me hold ya up
Or interveen or interrupt, but
You got the look - I wanna get to know ya better
I had to let her know - but yo, I didn't sweat her
'Cause if you woulda seen what I was seein'
Almost looked Korean, but European
When she spoke, her accent was self-explanatory -
Even her body language told the story
Her name was Mahogony - twin's name was Ebony
I said 'My name is Ra - and this is Eric B'
Since the music was loud, I said 'let's take a walk
So we could talk and see New York
Show time doesn't start until one o'clock
And once I entered your mind I wouldn't wanna stop
Caressin' ya thoughts till we was thinkin' the same
Calm ya nerves, massage ya brain
Each mic is a mineral, poetry's protein
Verse is a vitamin - Affects like Codine
So tell me how you feel and I'll reveal
A pill that'll heal ya pain - 'cause I'm real
She musta OD'd 'cause she couldn't resist
She spoke slowly when she told me this, she said

Over Me, She's goin' crazy
She'll rub me on my chest and call me Mr. Sexy
She said she'd have my kids and help me make my next G
Tell me I ain't finesse Mahogony

So I prescribed her, something to revive
And surprise her, she's liver and much more wiser
Than the light I shine when my brain cells spark
Come to me so we can glow in the dark
And soon, you can represent the moon
As long as I keep ya in tune
I'll tell ya who ya are and why ya here
Take it in stride 'cause it might take a year
It's funny - how time flies when ya havin' fun
We got close and it was almost one
She kissed me slow, but you know how far a kiss can go
F*ck around and miss the show
So I told her to hold that thought real tight
We can finish where we left off later on tonite
Back to the scene of the crime on time
As they introduced the 'Fiend of the Rhyme'
She stood with a birds-eye view of me
Thinkin' of later on of what she would do to me
The back of the room I could see her eyes gloom
Patient, but hopin' that the show was over soon
As the place was ripped in half, she made her way to the front row
So I said 'let's go'
I packed my mic as they screamed for an encore
The speakers were blown, plus my mic was sore
Besides I got places to go, ladies to see
And she could tell me how crazy she was over me
We drove off - she said she liked the way that I performed
And couldn't wait to get 'soft and warm', I said
'I've been watchin' you, watchin' me
Looks I received made it hard to MC
I can take a hint, so I knew that she
Wanted my 'Agony Agony Ag-on-y' in her bod-y
Showed her some sights, then I took her to the Condo
She was pipin' hot, but I kept my calm So
She asked how come I don't smile
I said, 'Everything's fine, but I'm in a New York state of mind!'
As we reached the kingdom, she said bring some
Champagne, she'll entertain then sing some
Sentimental, songs real gentle
It hit the spot and you know where it went to
As we embraced I felt her heart pumpin'
I knew she was in the mood for somethin'
So I laid on my back and relaxed
It wasn't the Perignon that made her collaspe
Over me

Over Me, She's goin' crazy
She'll rub me on my chest and call me Mr. Sexy
She said she'd have my kids and help me make my next G
Tell me I ain't finesse Mahogony

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Mahogany - Lyrics - Rakim

Title: Mahogany
Artist: Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, W Griffin

Lyric:
Me and Eric B was coolin' at the Paladium
Seen a all-world covered girl, I said 'Hey lady I'm
Sorry if You're in a rush - Don't let me hold ya up
Or interveen or interrupt, but
You got the look - I wanna get to know ya better
I had to let her know - but yo, I didn't sweat her
'Cause if you woulda seen what I was seein'
Almost looked Korean, but European
When she spoke, her accent was self-explanatory -
Even her body language told the story
Her name was Mahogony - twin's name was Ebony
I said 'My name is Ra - and this is Eric B'
Since the music was loud, I said 'let's take a walk
So we could talk and see New York
Show time doesn't start until one o'clock
And once I entered your mind I wouldn't wanna stop
Caressin' ya thoughts till we was thinkin' the same
Calm ya nerves, massage ya brain
Each mic is a mineral, poetry's protein
Verse is a vitamin - Affects like Codine
So tell me how you feel and I'll reveal
A pill that'll heal ya pain - 'cause I'm real
She musta OD'd 'cause she couldn't resist
She spoke slowly when she told me this, she said

Over Me, She's goin' crazy
She'll rub me on my chest and call me Mr. Sexy
She said she'd have my kids and help me make my next G
Tell me I ain't finesse Mahogony

So I prescribed her, something to revive
And surprise her, she's liver and much more wiser
Than the light I shine when my brain cells spark
Come to me so we can glow in the dark
And soon, you can represent the moon
As long as I keep ya in tune
I'll tell ya who ya are and why ya here
Take it in stride 'cause it might take a year
It's funny - how time flies when ya havin' fun
We got close and it was almost one
She kissed me slow, but you know how far a kiss can go
F*ck around and miss the show
So I told her to hold that thought real tight
We can finish where we left off later on tonite
Back to the scene of the crime on time
As they introduced the 'Fiend of the Rhyme'
She stood with a birds-eye view of me
Thinkin' of later on of what she would do to me
The back of the room I could see her eyes gloom
Patient, but hopin' that the show was over soon
As the place was ripped in half, she made her way to the front row
So I said 'let's go'
I packed my mic as they screamed for an encore
The speakers were blown, plus my mic was sore
Besides I got places to go, ladies to see
And she could tell me how crazy she was over me
We drove off - she said she liked the way that I performed
And couldn't wait to get 'soft and warm', I said
'I've been watchin' you, watchin' me
Looks I received made it hard to MC
I can take a hint, so I knew that she
Wanted my 'Agony Agony Ag-on-y' in her bod-y
Showed her some sights, then I took her to the Condo
She was pipin' hot, but I kept my calm So
She asked how come I don't smile
I said, 'Everything's fine, but I'm in a New York state of mind!'
As we reached the kingdom, she said bring some
Champagne, she'll entertain then sing some
Sentimental, songs real gentle
It hit the spot and you know where it went to
As we embraced I felt her heart pumpin'
I knew she was in the mood for somethin'
So I laid on my back and relaxed
It wasn't the Perignon that made her collaspe
Over me

Over Me, She's goin' crazy
She'll rub me on my chest and call me Mr. Sexy
She said she'd have my kids and help me make my next G
Tell me I ain't finesse Mahogony

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Love Is Blind (Remix) - Lyrics - Eve

Title: Love Is Blind (Remix)
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): A Fields, Shari Watson, Eve Jeffers, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Hey, yo I don't even know you and I hate you
See all I know is that my girlfriend used to date you
How would you feel if she held you down and raped you?
Tried and tried, but she never could escape you

She was in love and I'd ask her how? I mean why?
What kind of love from a nigga would black your eye?
What kind of love from a nigga every night make you cry?
What kind of love from a nigga make you wish he would die?

I mean shit he bought you things and gave you diamond rings
But them things wasn't worth none of the pain that he brings
And you stayed, what made you fall for him?
That nigga had the power to make you crawl for him

I thought you was a doctor, be on call for him
Smacked you down 'cause he said you was too tall for him, huh?
That wasn't love, baby girl you was dreamin'
I could have killed you when you said
Your seed was growin' from his semen

Love is blind
And it will take over your mind
What you think is love, is truly not
You need to elevate and find

Love is blind
And it will take over your mind
What you think is love, is truly not
You need to elevate and find

I don't even know you and I'd kill you myself
You played with her like a doll and put her back on the shelf
Wouldn't let her go to school and better herself
She had a baby by your ass and you ain't givin' no help

Uh-huh big time hustler, snake motherfucker
One's born everyday and everyday she was your sucker
How could you beat the mother of your kids?
How could you tell her that you lover her?

Don't give a fuck if she lives
She told me she would leave you, I admit it she did
But came back, made up a lie about you missin' your kids
Sweet kisses, baby ain't even know she was your mistress

Had to deal with fist fights and phone calls from your bitches
Floss like you possess her, tellin' me to mind my business
Said that it was her life and stay the fuck out of it
I tried and said just for him I'll keep a ready clip

Love is blind
And it will take over your mind
What you think is love, is truly not
You need to elevate and find

Love is blind
And it will take over your mind
What you think is love, is truly not
You need to elevate and find

I don't even know you and I want you dead
Don't know the facts but I saw the blood pour from her head
See I laid down beside her in the hospital bed
And about two hours later, doctors said she was dead

Had the nerve to show up at her mother's house the next day
To come and pay your respects and help the family pray
Even knelt down on one knee and let a tear drop
And before you had a chance to get up

You heard my gun cock
Prayin' to me now, I ain't God but I'll pretend
I ain't start your life but nigga, I'm ma bring it to an end
And I did, clear shots and no regrets, never

Cops comin' in, watch me goin' to jail
Nigga whatever my bitch, fuck it my sister
You could never figure out even if I let you live
What our love was all about
I considered her my blood and it don't come no thicker

Love is blind
And it will take over your mind
What you think is love, is truly not
You need to elevate and find

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Cash Over - Lyrics - War & Peace Vol. 1: The War Disc - Ice Cube

Title: Cash Over
Album: War & Peace Vol. 1: The War Disc
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Lionel, Jr. Hunt, Ryan Garner, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Whassup Cube dog?
I got this bitch ass nigga right here
Y'know, fuckin' with this tramp ass bitch
Puttin' her before the scrill' all the time, ya knowhatI'msayin?

Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every mother fuckin' thang
Tellin' this bitch all my mother fuckin' business
Puttin ass over cash everyday
Nigga fuck that, this Westside

Be gone you fuckin' peon, got the Don furious
Talkin' on the phone got the Federal curious
I'm serious! I don't give a fuck where he is
Snatch him out the factory, bring his ass back to me
How the fuck you think I got the name Bossalini?
(Punk)

Mack God Rap Genie, you can't see me
Up in this game ever since you was a lame
Y'all train at my school, nigga I rule
You never make me holla, smokin' on a fifteen dollar
From across the water, watch your daughter

She might catch the Holy Ghost from this rap sermon
While you vermin', smokin' Sherman
I'm rollin' somethin' German
(Bitch)

Money earnin' makin' mo' money
(Ching ching)
Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummy
Don't need no honey, that's right
'Cause I'm thinkin' with my big head, fuck what my dick said

We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know that you love us)

We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know that you love us)

Now who's that nigga got these bitches lookin' silly?
(Me)
I'm the Big Willie for rilly, the real dilly
You can ask Phillie 'cause I got a year's supply
(Yup)

You must want to die, don't get the lye
After dark up at Griffith Park
Shallow grave for the mark check his heart
The game about to start big thangs automatic Pu Tang
(Automatic)

Keep your mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches
If it twitches give it stitches
If it jiggles or switches, fuck and take pictures, now
I'm livin' in a two-point zone, and I'm still bumpin'
Call me in the clutch, ain't lost my touch

Nigga what? On the microphone
If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can drive it home
Tight as a Corleone
(Tight)
You got to get your own, baby get on, now

We puttin' cash over ass, each and every motherfuckin' day
Go on let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know that you love us)

We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know that you love us)

Get your ass up and go to work, 'cause you know
On payday, nigga that shit gon' hurt
Fuckin' with a skirt instead of handlin' your bizness
Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes

I'm suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin' fuck over finance
'Specially fuckin' up my plans
I'm the boss, I can be late
But you'll never see her and me, over currency

Givin' you the third degree, 'cause you got
Too many broke bitches and you like bankin' for a penny
Stop fuckin' on them dum dums
Find one with some ass and some income

Who wanna win? Who wanna spin?
Who wanna make, twenty-five eight?
(Me)
Ice Cube the great pushin' rhymes like weight

We puttin' cash over ass, each and every goddamn day
Go on let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know that you love us)
(Fuck)

We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day
Go ahead let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know that you love us)

We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know, I know that you love us)

We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know that you love us)

Never put that hoe, in front of that dough nigga
For what?
(Never fuck a bitch nigga)
For what? She ain't gon' love you
If you ain't got no dough fool
(Bitch fuckin' with me got to be workin')
(Gettin' paid yaknahmsayin?)
Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y'all
(Never ass over cash nigga)
Scrilla scrilla y'all
(We greedy)

Cha ching
(She can get some CD's, push some keys)
Cha ching
(Ha ha ha, make the bitches shake they titties)
Cha ching, cha ching
(Over my knee)
Cha-ching, cha-ching
(Never ass over cash)
Never ass over cash

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Love Is Blind - Lyrics - Ruff Ryder's First Lady - Eve

Title: Love Is Blind
Album: Ruff Ryder's First Lady
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): A Fields, Shari Watson, Eve Jeffers, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Hey, yo I don't even know you and I hate you
See all I know is that my girlfriend used to date you
How would you feel if she held you down and raped you?
Tried and tried, but she never could escape you

She was in love and I'd ask her how? I mean why?
What kind of love from a nigga would black your eye?
What kind of love from a nigga every night make you cry?
What kind of love from a nigga make you wish he would die?

I mean shit he bought you things and gave you diamond rings
But them things wasn't worth none of the pain that he brings
And you stayed, what made you fall for him?
That nigga had the power to make you crawl for him

I thought you was a doctor, be on call for him
Smacked you down 'cause he said you was too tall for him, huh?
That wasn't love, baby girl you was dreamin'
I could have killed you when you said
Your seed was growin' from his semen

Love is blind
And it will take over your mind
What you think is love, is truly not
You need to elevate and find

Love is blind
And it will take over your mind
What you think is love, is truly not
You need to elevate and find

I don't even know you and I'd kill you myself
You played with her like a doll and put her back on the shelf
Wouldn't let her go to school and better herself
She had a baby by your ass and you ain't givin' no help

Uh-huh big time hustler, snake motherfucker
One's born everyday and everyday she was your sucker
How could you beat the mother of your kids?
How could you tell her that you lover her?

Don't give a fuck if she lives
She told me she would leave you, I admit it she did
But came back, made up a lie about you missin' your kids
Sweet kisses, baby ain't even know she was your mistress

Had to deal with fist fights and phone calls from your bitches
Floss like you possess her, tellin' me to mind my business
Said that it was her life and stay the fuck out of it
I tried and said just for him I'll keep a ready clip

Love is blind
And it will take over your mind
What you think is love, is truly not
You need to elevate and find

Love is blind
And it will take over your mind
What you think is love, is truly not
You need to elevate and find

I don't even know you and I want you dead
Don't know the facts but I saw the blood pour from her head
See I laid down beside her in the hospital bed
And about two hours later, doctors said she was dead

Had the nerve to show up at her mother's house the next day
To come and pay your respects and help the family pray
Even knelt down on one knee and let a tear drop
And before you had a chance to get up

You heard my gun cock
Prayin' to me now, I ain't God but I'll pretend
I ain't start your life but nigga, I'm ma bring it to an end
And I did, clear shots and no regrets, never

Cops comin' in, watch me goin' to jail
Nigga whatever my bitch, fuck it my sister
You could never figure out even if I let you live
What our love was all about
I considered her my blood and it don't come no thicker

Love is blind
And it will take over your mind
What you think is love, is truly not
You need to elevate and find

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What You So Mad At?? - Lyrics - Kiss of Death - Jadakiss

Title: What You So Mad At??
Album: Kiss of Death
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): Mickey Davis, Jason Phillips

Lyric:
Wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink let's all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

Yeah, wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink lets all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

Uh me and honey on the dance floor just flexin'
Till the neck on my white T start stretchin'
Liquor comin' outta our paws and we sweatin'
But that ain't slowin' us down, we still steppin'

Her gear is strong, her hair is long, her feet is small
And she smoke weed and all, so we gonna pop us a bottle
And blow us a good splif, V I P is crowded but they all look stiff
I'm well connected, I got wolves over there and niggaz that

Act like pitbulls over here, ya I'm just doin' my 1 2 and shit
She's shakin' it, doin? that Saint Louis shit with her back in it
So I put my bones in it, the rollz go prezzy, got the pink stones in it
Why you want drama with me, I ain't gonna blast you
Before I put the money on ya head I?m a ask you nigga

Wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink let's all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

Wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink let's all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

I'm everything controversial, underground gangsta rap
Slash commercial yeah but still all it takes is a long Dutch
For me to get your wifey up out of a warm Dutch
As far as the funeral, you got it it's on us ?cuz niggaz ain?t crazy

They just armed us uh, so let me get another round
Now Hypno and Clico will sit a brother down
Haze'll have you feelin' like you in another town
Then its time for the gangstas so get the rubbers now

K I two of them swirled things one more drink and ya boy
Might be doin' the earl thing
Ma it's me, you and whoever ya girl bring
Meet me in the back, I'm outside the pearl thing

I got the trate pound hooked on my waist
When they mention my name around other rappers
Look in they face and say

Wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink let's all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

Yeah, wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink let's all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

Can't knock a nigga that didn't make it, if you try
Far as me though, my spot is celitified
So when I hit my number, I?m a hit it high
And when I'm dead and gone, they gonna say I did it live

?Cuz I done been too nice for way to long
They can't hold me back I'm way to strong
Double R D-Block that's what it is and that's what it's gonna be
We gettin' it on I just wanna know

Wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink let's all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

Wow, what you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink let's all get down
Roll some, smoke some, let's blow this pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down

What you so mad at now? Let's all get down
Let's blow this pound, we gon' hold it down
What you so mad at now? Let's all get down
Let's blow this pound, we gon' hold it down

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The Dating Game - Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Title: The Dating Game
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E Clark, Joseph Utsler

Lyric:
Let's meet contestant number 1
He's a schizophrenic serial killer clown
Who says women love his sexy smile
Let's find out if his charm will work on Sharon
Sharon, what's your question?

Contestant number 1, I believe first impressions last forever
So let's say you were to come over to my parent's house
And have dinner with me and my family, tell me
What you'd do to make that first impression really stick

Let's see, well I'd have to think about it
I might show up in a tux but I doubt it
I'd probably just show up naked like I always do
And look your mama in the eye and tell her fuck you

Hurry up bitch I'm hungry, I smell spaghetti
I pinch her limpy ass and tell her get the food ready
Your dad would probably start trippin' and get me pissed
I'd have to walk up and bust him in his fuckin' lip

It's dinner time, we're hearin' grace from your mother
I'd pull a forty out and pour some for your little brother
I'm steady starin' at your sister, I'll tell you this
You know for only 13 she got some big tits

After that, your dad would try to trip again
And only this time I'd put the 40 to his chin
After your mom does the dishes and the silverware
I'd dry fuck her till I nut in my underwear

Now let's meet contestant number 2
He's a psychopathic deranged crackhead freak
Who works for the dark carnival
He says women call him stretch nutz
Sharon, let's hear your question

I like a man who's not afraid to show his true emotion
A man who expresses himself in his own special way
Number 2, if you fell in love with me
Exactly how would you let me know?

First thing, I could never love you
You sound like richy bitch yo, fuck you
But if I did, I'd probably show you that I care
By takin' all these other motherfuckers outta here

I'd go through your phone book and wack 'em all
Then find contestant number 1 and break his fuckin' jaw
(What?)
Anyone who looked at you would have to pay
I'd be blowin' fuckin nuggets off all day

I'd grab your titties and stretch 'em down past your waist
Let 'em go and watch 'em both spring up in your face
I'd sing love songs to ya the best I can, get ya naked
And hit it like a cave man

Then we go to the beach and walk through the sand
I throw a little in your face and say I'm just playin'
As you spit it all out I rub your back and grab
Your underwear and wedge it up your ass crack

Well, it sounds like contestant number 2 is just overflowing
With sensitivity, Sharon, it's a tough choice so far
Sharon, let's have your last question and see
Which one is gonna win the rights to your neden

Okay, if we were at a dance club and you both noticed me
At the same time, tell me, how would you each
Get my attention and what would your pick up line be
Whoever's the smoothest wins

Okay, first I'd slide up to the bar and tell you
That I can't believe how fucking fat you are
I'd tell you that I like the way you make your titties shake
And if you lost a little weight you'd look like Rikki Lake

Fuck that, you'd be jackin' me quick
I'd order you a drink and stir it with my dick
And then to get your attention in a crowded place
I'd simply walk up and stick my nuts in your face

Yeah, freak her with your nuts, yo that'll get her
Tell her that she's fat, yeah that'll work even better
Look, fuck you, I got a strong rap shit you don't want

He's mad whack, I walked into a bar and there he was
Standing on a bucket tryin' to fuck it
It was a big fucking smelly ass farm llama
Damn dawg, how ya gonna dis your mama?

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Crazy Rap - Lyrics - The Good Times - Afroman

Title: Crazy Rap
Album: The Good Times
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
Wait a minute, man, hey, check this out, tell it
It was this blind man, right?
Man, check this out it was this blind man, right?
He was feelin' his way down the street with this stick, right?
Hey, he walked past this fish market, you know what I'm sayin'?

He stopped, he took a deep breath, he said
?Woo, good morning ladies?, you like that shit, man?
Hey, man, I got a gang of that shit, man, I tell you what
My man on the guitar, fool on the drums

Everybody just crowd around the mic
I'll tell you all these mutha-fuckin' jokes
But first, I'ma start it off like this
Hey, help me sing it, homeboy

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby, that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns
Singing them dirty rap songs stop and hit the bong
Like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong

So roll, roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems
Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palm Dale, skatin' on Dayton rims
So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coup de Ville
If my tapes and my CD's just don't sell, I bet my caddy will

Well, it was just sundown in a small white town
They call it East Side Palm Dale
When the Afroman walked through the white land
Houses went up for sale
Well, I was standin' on the corner sellin' rap CD's
When I met a little girl named Jan

I let her ride in my Caddy 'cause I didn't know
Her daddy was the leader of the Klu Klux Klan
We fucked on the bed, fucked on the flo'
Fucked so long, I grew a fuckin' afro
Then I fucked to the left, fucked to the right
She sucked my dick till the shit turned white

I thought to myself, ?Sheba, Sheba
Got my ass lookin' like a zebra?
I pulled on my clothes and I was on my way
Until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet
I ran, I jumped out the back window
But her daddy, he was waitin' with a 2 x 4

Oh, he beat me to the left, he beat me to the right
The mutha-fucker whooped my ass all night
But I ain't mad at her prejudiced dad
That's the best damn pussy I ever had
I got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine
I'm a fuck that bitch just one more time

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns
Singing them dirty rap songs stop and hit the bong
Like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong

So roll, roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems
Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palm Dale, skatin' on Dayton rims
So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coup De Ville
If my tapes and my CD's just don't sell, I bet my caddy will

I met this lady in Hollywood, she had green hair
But damn she looked good
I took her to my house, 'cause she was fine
But she whipped out a dick that was bigger than mine
I met this lady from Japan, never made love with an African

I fucked her once, I fucked her twice
I ate that pussy like shrimp fried rice
Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya
I met a woman in the heart of Australia
Had a big butt and big titties, too
So I hopped in her ass like a kangaroo

See, I met this lady from Hawaii
Stuck it in her ass, and she said, ?Aie?
Lips was breakfast, pussy was lunch
Then her titties busted open with Hawaiian Punch
Met Colonel Sander's wife in the state of Kentucky

She said, ?I'll fry some chicken if you just fuck me?
I came in her mouth it was a crisis
I gave her my secret blend of herbs and spices

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns
Singing them dirty rap songs stop and hit the bong
Like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
Hey, wait a minute man, check this out

I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee
Her titties were filled with Hennessey
That country music nearly drove me crazy
But I rode that ass and said, ?Yes, Miss Daisy?
Met this lady in Oklahoma put that pussy in a coma
Met this lady in Michigan, I can't wait till I fuck that bitch again

Met a real black girl in South Carolina
Fucked her till she turned into a white albino
Fucked this hooker in Iowa, I fucked her on credit, so I owe her
Fucked this girl, down in Georgia, came in her mouth
Man, I thought I told ya

Met this beautiful sexy ho
She just ran 'cross the border of Mexico
Fine young thing, said her name's Maria
I wrapped her up just like a Hot Tortilla
I wanna get married, but I can't afford it
I know I'ma cry when she gets deported

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns
Singing them dirty rap songs stop and hit the bong
Like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong

Have you ever went over to a girl's house to fuck
But the pussy just ain't no good?
(Say what?)
And then you're getting' upset 'cause you can't get her wet
Plus you in the wrong neighborhood?

So you try to play it off and eat the pussy
But it takes her so long to come
(Say what?)
Then a dude walks in, that's her big boyfriend
And he asks you where you from?
(Where you from, man?)

So you wipe your mouth, and you try to explain
(I don't bang)
You start talkin' real fast
But he's already mad, 'cause you fuckin' his wife
So he starts beatin' on your ass

Now your clothes all muddy, your nose all bloody
Your dick was hard but now it's soft
(What?)
You thought you had a girl to rock your world
Now you still gotta go jack off

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed
...

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A Little Piece Of Heaven - Lyrics - Live in the Lbc & Diamonds in the Rough (W/Dvd) - Avenged Sevenfold

Title: A Little Piece Of Heaven
Album: Live in the Lbc & Diamonds in the Rough (W/Dvd)
Artist: Avenged Sevenfold
Composer(s): Zachary James Baker, Jr., Brian Elwin Haner, Matthew Charles Sanders, James Owen Sullivan

Lyric:
Before the story begins, is it such a sin
For me to take what's mine until the end of time?
We were more than friends before the story ends
And I will take what's mine, create what God would never design

Our love had been so strong for far too long
I was weak with fear that something would go wrong
Before the possibilities came true I took all possibility from you
Almost laughed myself to tears, conjuring her deepest fears

Must have stabbed her fifty fucking times
I can't believe it
Ripped her heart out right before her eyes
Eyes over easy, eat it, eat it, eat it

She was never this good in bed even when she was sleeping
Now she's just so perfect, I've never been quite so fucking deep in
It goes on and on, and on, I can keep you looking young
And preserved forever with a fountain to spray on your youth whenever

?Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it's not your time but bye, bye
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
You think it's over but it's just begun, baby don't cry

You had my heart, at least for the most part
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime
We fell apart, let's make a new start
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, but baby, don't cry

Now possibilities I'd never considered
Are occurring the likes of which I'd never heard
Now an angry soul comes back from beyond the grave
To repossess a body with which I'd misbehaved

Smiling right from ear to ear
Almost laughed herself to tears

Must have stabbed him fifty fucking times
I can't believe it
Ripped his heart out right before his eyes
Eyes over easy, eat it, eat it, eat it

Now that it's done, I realize the error of my ways
I must venture back to apologize
From somewhere far beyond the grave

I gotta make up for what I've done
?Cause I was all up in a piece of heaven
While you burned in hell, no peace forever

?Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it's not your time but bye, bye
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
You think it's over but it's just begun but baby, don't cry

You had my heart at least for the most part
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime
We fell apart, let?s make a new start
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, but baby, don't cry

I will suffer for so long
(What will you do, not long enough?)
To make it up to you
(I pray to God that you do)
I'll do whatever you want me to do
(Well then I?ll break you unchained)

And if it's not enough
(If it?s not enough, if it?s not enough)
If it's not enough
(Not enough)
Try again
(Try again)
And again
(And again)
Over and over again

We?re coming back, coming back
We?ll live forever, live forever
Let?s have a wedding, have a wedding
Let?s start the killing, start the killing

?Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it's not your time but bye, bye
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
You think it's over but it's just begun but baby, don't cry

You had my heart at least for the most part
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime
We fell apart, let?s make a new start
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, but baby, don't cry

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Gotta Get Her (Outta My Head) - Lyrics - Life Goes On - Donell Jones

Title: Gotta Get Her (Outta My Head)
Album: Life Goes On
Artist: Donell Jones
Composer(s): Edward Ferrell, Balewa Muhammad, Darren Lighty, Jamie Wilson, Kier Gist, Clifton Lighty

Lyric:
Gotta get her out of my head
I gotta get her out of my heart
But I don't know where to start
Every little thing you do just won't let me get over you

Gotta get her out of my head
Gotta get her out of my heart
But I don't know where to start
Every little thing you do won't let me get over you

I think back on all the love we shared
Ain't it sad to see it all disappeared
When I don't even know where we went wrong
But my heart beats strong
And I know that you been away too long

But you know that I'm not the type of guy
To just sit around and let time pass me by
Got to get on out for a while and just do my thing
But every time I get up, it seems I end up right back in love

Gotta get her out of my head
I gotta get her out of my heart
But I don't know where to start
Every little thing you do just won't let me get over you

I pretend that I'm not breaking down
I tried to hide the hurt whenever you come around
But it's plain to see that I need your love
So baby if you stayed another day
It wouldn't be too long

Everywhere I go at the end of every show
I press rewind to me and you
And the things we used to do, and we did so much
I can't escape the memories of how we loved and lost
And let our thoughts tear us apart

Gotta get her out of my head
I gotta get her out of my heart
But I don't know where to start
Every little thing you do, just won't let me get over you

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Men Always Regret - Lyrics - Dru World Order - Dru Hill

Title: Men Always Regret
Album: Dru World Order
Artist: Dru Hill
Composer(s): Tamir Ruffin

Lyric:
In 1997, Beauty changed my life
Who would've known that she would be my future wife
Or the mother of a child so beautiful
What I had in love I lacked in self-control
See, I had to have them all to be satisfied
And on an average night, I'd take four or five
But the measure of a man ain't how many you can fuck
It's how you live your life so you can keep her trust

Men always regret getting over
'Cause you don't know what you do
So, you're better off loving her from the start
Even if you're not sure if she's loving you
Men always regret getting over
She'll hide her pain in her smile
And be in your bed sleeping with another man
While you?re on the phone askin' 'bout your child

Remarkable, incredible, confrontational, yet irreplaceable
She wouldn't cook or clean, so I let her go, oh no no
'Cause she's got the kind of love that you can't let go
But still I loved her unconditionally
I wish she had've told me that she didn't love me
Could have been better off on my own, yes, I would
But then I never would have wrote this song

See, my girl is the kind that walks around with a smile
Kissin' and huggin' me like she don't even care, oh yeah
So one day, I come home smilin', ready to say I love you
But then I walked upstairs
And all your things were gone like you were never there

Men always regret getting over
'Cause you don't know what you do
So you're better off loving her from the start
Even if you think she ain't loving you
Men always regret getting over
She'll hide her pain in her smile
So, while you're in the bed with another man
I just wanna talk to my child

Still can't understand why you let me get away with what I did
I don't wanna hurt another girl
Knowin' I was sleepin' with another girl
While you were home sleepin' in my bed
I really can't be mad if you turn around and do the same to me
Please God, give me the strength
Men always regret getting over
'Cause one day she'll leave

Men always regret getting over 'cause you don't know what you do
[Incomprehensible]
Men always regret getting over she'll hide her pain in her smile
[Incomprehensible]
Men always regret getting over 'cause you don't know what you do
[Incomprehensible]
Men always regret getting over she'll hide her pain in her smile
[Incomprehensible]

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Say What - Lyrics - Method Man

Title: Say What
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): James Baker, Shelly Manne, Christopher E Martin, Freddie Scruggs, Tony Mario Dofat, Tyrone George Taylor, Lottie Wiggins, Sean Combs, Kirk Jones, Clifford Smith, Kendrick J Davis, Melvin Lee Wilson, Melissa A Elliott

Lyric:
Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive
Mr. Meth, you're so Def
You put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test
But they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go

Yo, uh, come on, come on, now
Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now
Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out
I trouble you in the club
And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out

Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny
Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt
I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill
That's the only way to explain these mic skills

On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real
The more steel, the more body bags to fill
Now can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga
I tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter

If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones
If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come
Want some, take some, I get it crunk
Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps

When they play this in the club
(Say what?)
Go and tell that nigga, bump that
(Say what?)
Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?
(Say what?)
Ya'll don't really really want that
(Say what?)

But if a motherfucker, don't like it
(Say what?)
Tell that sucker he can get back
(Say what?)
Misdemeanor and Meth in your area
(Say what?)
Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back
(Say what?)

You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked
And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck
Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react
Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back

I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks
When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap
Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds
Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends

Got to get it, and when I'm gone
Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home
I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones
Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones

And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system
That put slugs in victims
Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat
As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest

When they play this in the club
(Say what?)
Go and tell that nigga, bump that
(Say what?)
Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?
(Say what?)
Ya'll don't really really want that
(Say what?)

But if a motherfucker, don't like it
(Say what?)
Tell that sucker he can get back
(Say what?)
Misdemeanor and Meth in your area
(Say what?)
Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back
(Say what?)

Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain
I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name
Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee
How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?

I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things
Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?
It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes
I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady

It's all good, everything I spit, all hood
And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would
Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?
When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done

And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J
For the right cream, they'll do anything you say
She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing
Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream

When they play this in the club
(Say what?)
Go and tell that nigga, bump that
(Say what?)
Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?
(Say what?)
Ya'll don't really really want that
(Say what?)

But if a motherfucker, don't like it
(Say what?)
Tell that sucker he can get back
(Say what?)
Misdemeanor and Meth in your area
(Say what?)
Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back
(Say what?)

Let's work, come on
Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby
Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah
Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga
Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah

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Make Me Lose Control - Lyrics - Eric Carmen

Title: Make Me Lose Control
Artist: Eric Carmen
Composer(s): Dean Pitchford, Eric Carmen

Lyric:
I run a comb through my hair
And step out in the street
And the city's the color of flame
In the mid-summer heat, oh yeah

Jennifer's got her daddy's car
She's playing, 'Uptown' on the stereo
We go cruisin' so close
The way they did long ago, my darlin'

Turn the radio up for that sweet sound
Hold me close never let me go
Keep this feelin' alive
Make me lose control, baby, baby

When I look in your eyes, I go crazy
Fever's high with the lights down low
Take me over the edge
Make me lose control

We put the top down and park
'Neath the moon in the sky
And the wind is so hot in our hair
Like a fire in July oh yeah

Jennifer's singin', 'Stand by me'
And she knows every single word by heart
Was love always this good?
Or could this be just the start? Oh darlin'

Turn the radio up for that sweet sound
Hold me close never let me go
Keep this feelin' alive
Make me lose control, baby, baby

When I look in your eyes, I go crazy
Fever's high with the lights down low
Take me over the edge
Make me lose control

Be my baby comes on, and were movin' in time
And the heat from your touch makes me feel
Like I'm losing my mind oh yeah

And then they played, 'Back in my arms again'
We close our eyes, we start rememberin' when
We start to kiss and now the feeling's intense
And we just pray that this night never ends, oh my darlin'

Turn the radio up for that sweet sound
Hold me close never let me go
Keep this feelin' alive
Make me lose control, baby

When I look in your eyes, I go crazy
Fever's high with the lights down low
Take me over the edge
Make me lose control, baby, baby

Turn the radio up for that sweet sound
Hold me close never let me go
Keep this feelin' alive
Make me lose control

When I look in your eyes, I go crazy
Fever's high with the lights down low
Take me over the edge
Make me lose control, baby, baby

Turn the radio up for that sweet sound
Hold me close never let me go
Keep this feelin' alive
Make me lose control

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Fox Boogie - Lyrics - Ill Na Na - Foxy Brown

Title: Fox Boogie
Album: Ill Na Na
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): Inga Marchand, J C Olivier, S J Barnes

Lyric:
Yeah, without a doubt, we up in here chillin'
This is the Kid Capri
And I'm in the house with Foxy Brown
For the nine-pound, plus one
And we got things goin' on, in a big way in here
You know what I'm sayin'?
So what we gon' do right now is want you to get involved
In what's about to happen, yo, drop that Foxy

I'm Don like Perignon, peep me continuously to take money, indeed
They keep frontin' my firm'll keep sumpin', Fox, freak sumpin'
B-12 Coupes flossin', high-post, off me, killin' 'em softly', like Fugees
My lah be straight cheddar, in K sweater
Them pussies fuck dicks, raw dog shit

Bubblin' mad chips, hard in the six, where we at, Brooklyn
And you know that, niggaz'll get dismissed so peep this
I flows on like heron, Don like Deion, rewind the ill, na na
Layin' in the Telon, stone like Sharon, let's see, niggaz say he really
Yappin' about how that dick be all that, he blowin' backs out
Please, I was in the drop three it was D and his man from D.C.
On some straight P.D., I ain't mad Pa Pa, do your thing
Get your thug on, keep holdin' and I'ma keep rollin'

Now let me hear ya say, uh Na Na, Na Na
And let me hear ya say, uh Na Na, Na Na
And let me hear ya say, uh Na Na, Na Na
Ah let me hear ya say, uh Na Na, Na Na
Well, here we go now

You know the Na Na is all that
That's why I get briquettes and lazarus and all that
In fact, my sex games, all that
'Cause when I do my thing, no turnin' back

Bet that, I be stashin' in C-10
Chrome Lauren, shittin' hard in the Benz
Morocco bremen, niggaz scheamin'
Shoulda seen 'em, 850 y'all be men

Gettin' his wild on, frontin' at the bar, guzzlin' that low
Kiko, who he tryin' to style on? Courvosier sipper, all day
He was ballin', sway while the beat is 360 ways
Anyway, I continues to floss iceberg shit on the ass, of course
That's how we plays, high-post all day
Come 'round my way, see a true player play
Fox Boogie, straight ballin' all day
You know how I do nigga, the firm way, hey

Now let me hear you go, uh Na Na, Na Na
And let me hear you say, uh Na Na, Na Na
And let me hear you go, uh the Ill Na Na, Na Na
Let me hear you go, uh uh uh Na Na, Na Na

When it come to niggaz I'm game tight, game alright
High-post, I plays, the frame all night
Alright, life's ill, push twenty mil
Easy, unplugged, fucks with, only thugs
Pretty niggaz too but I'm, seein' you
Definitely I'm, untouchable, hair
Strokin' the Na Na is like cocoa
Bitches a dime go loco for that flow doe

Shit, it's dangerous, peep the wrist, explain this, rocks all crisp
Chicks fuckin' for nuttin', please mama, betta get that cheese
Villainese, on her knees, tell her fuck the mink, she want
A Persian Land frontin', from where he talkin' cribs then he sayin'
Sumpim', sexual status, we's the baddest
Girls, we got the weapons, niggaz, got to have this
Pure shan Don frontin', to start sumpin'
He buggin', lustin' over nuttin', 'cause I'm gone

Now let me hear you go, uh Na Na, Na Na
And let me hear you go, uh Na Na, Na Na
And let me hear you say, uh 'cause this the Ill, Na Na, Na Na
'Cause I wanna hear you go, uh Na Na, Na Na

Yeah, word up this is the Kid Capri
Along with Foxy Brown, big shouts to The Firm
Big shouts to the Track Masters
Big shouts to all my people in the Boogie Down B-X
Word up and everybody all over the world
'Cause it's goin' down like that
As we gon' get this money
We up outta here love

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