Antidote - Lyrics - Jamelia

Title: Antidote
Artist: Jamelia
Composer(s): Jamelia Davis, Colin Emmanuel

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Lyric:
If you ever feel like you need
Someone to be your antidote to lonely
I'll be quicker than you'd imagine me
Let me deal with lonely

Oh lonely, don't love you, baby, but I do
Lonely, don't want to make you feel good
Not in the way you know I would
You don't have to entertain lonely
It's getting what it wants when you're not with me
Never let that lonely capture you
Always know that I'm here for you

If you ever feel like you need
Someone to be your antidote to lonely
I'll be quicker than you'd imagine me
Let me deal with lonely

If you ever feel like you need
Someone to be your antidote to lonely
I'll be quicker than you'd imagine me
Let me deal with lonely

Lonely don't want you happy
Lonely don't want you next to me
Lonely doesn't wanna make a compromise
Lonely's never gonna apologize

For getting you down, for letting you down
I could never be like lonely now
I care too much for my baby
Never forget that you can call on me

If you ever feel like you need
Someone to be your antidote to lonely
I'll be quicker than you'd imagine me
Let me deal with lonely

If you ever feel like you need
Someone to be your antidote to lonely
I'll be quicker than you'd imagine me
Let me deal with lonely

It could be me and you, we can do whatever
Leave lonely out in the cold
We can just love, love, love
It could be so full on, everything we want
Close the door on lonely
So we can just love love, love, 'cos

If you ever feel like you need
Someone to be your antidote to lonely
I'll be quicker than you'd imagine me
Let me deal with lonely

If you ever feel like you need
Someone to be your antidote to lonely
I'll be quicker than you'd imagine me
Let me deal with lonely

Let me deal with lonely
Let me deal with lonely
Let me deal with lonely
Let me deal with lonely

If you ever feel like you need
Someone to be your
Feel like you, someone to, antidote
Feel like you, antidote
Feel like you, someone to
Feel like you, antidote
Feel like you, someone to
Feel like you

If you ever feel like you need
Someone to be your

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Let Me Entertain You - Lyrics - Gypsy - Bette Midler

Title: Let Me Entertain You
Album: Gypsy
Artist: Bette Midler
Composer(s): Stephen Sondheim, Jule Styne

Lyric:
Let me entertain you
Let me make you smile

Let me do a few tricks
Some old and then some new tricks
I'm very versatile

And if you're real good
I'll make you feel good
I want your spirits too fine

So let me entertain you
And we'll have a real good time, yes sir
We'll have a real good time

And if you're real good
I'll make you feel good
I want your spirits to climb

Let me entertain you
And we'll have a real good time

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Chop Me Up - Lyrics - Justin Timberlake

Title: Chop Me Up
Artist: Justin Timberlake
Composer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard, Justin Timberlake, Nate Hills, Timothy Mosley

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Lyric:
It's going down
Tennessee
Justin Timberlake
Timbaland
Three 6 Mafia

Tennessee
VA, Dirty South, Dirty South
It's how we do what we do, man
When we do what we do, what, what
Project shit what

I know you see me looking, girl go on and act right
A little closer, let me see you in the spotlight
Now turn around and let me see just what ya curved like
Go grab your friends and y'all can come to the back

Why don't you take a sip upon this champagne
Relax, take your coat off, and let me get your name
I love that hour-glass shape you got upon that frame
I like the way you talk your game we might be one and the same

Now I know you got a buzz off that alcohol
I got a house that can entertain all of y'all
Maybe later on I'll give you a phone call
I'm 'bout to slide out, but I'll get back at ya

And when I call don't give me the run-around
I ain't gonna have you tryin' to play me like a silly clown
Don't second guess it, girl, there ain't nothin' to think about
'Cause you got me feigning, but girl you don't hear me

Little lady, you got me just
Screwed up off of your melody
Little lady, c'mon and don't
Chop me up, please don't make a fool of me

Little lady, you got me just
Screwed up off of your melody
Easy baby c'mon and don't
Chop me up, please don't make a fool of me

You're kinda cute, baby, are you new in town?
My name is Tim, AKA Thomas Crown
I heard you're lost, do you know your way around
If you got a problem baby I can hold ya down

I can be your navigator or your compass
Better yet a genie baby make your first wish
You the party, baby, I'm just the guest list
I think I need some Tylenol, you got me restless

So grab your friends, let's take it back to my house
Let's watch 'Sex and the City' or 'Desperate Housewives'
Simon says touch yours while you touch mine
Parental discretion is advised

Y'all can be the star in my spotlight
Studio 54 if we get the props right
All we need right now is a little bit, a little bit of act right
Y'all looking shy, but ya act like y'all don't hear me

Little lady, you got me just
Screwed up off of your melody
Little lady, c'mon and don't
Chop me up, please don't make a fool of me

Little lady, you got me just
Screwed up off of your melody
Easy baby c'mon and don't
Chop me up, please don't make a fool of me

See girl you stronger than the strongest drug I ever had
You could mix 'em all together you still be twice as bad
'Cause you the worst best girlfriend I ever had
Harder to kick than cigarettes and green thangs

Harder to escape than jail cells and bills
Yeah ya you had me lost since the minute gurl an' pig tails
Like Michael Jackson, "How you do me this way?"
Got me cryin' rivers like Timbaland and Timberlake, yeah

They call me Juicy J straight up out the Three 6 Mafia
Ghetto fab playa on these streets I'm tryin' a holla at ya
Quit playing games girl you got my head spinnin' 'round
I ain't gonna chirp your mobile phone and chase you all over town

I just want to pick you up and take you to a bachelor nest
Is it good? Is it good? And have a little smack fest
So if you never call me I'll be somewhere down in Tennessee
Washing away my sorrows in a cold cup of Hennessey

Little lady, you got me just
Screwed up off of your melody
Little lady, c'mon and don't
Chop me up, please don't make a fool of me

Little lady, you got me just
Screwed up off of your melody
Easy baby c'mon and don't
Chop me up, please don't make a fool of me

Screwed up
Chop me up

Screwed up off of your melody
Chop me up, please don't make a fool of me

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Chop Me Up - Three 6 Mafia, Timbaland, Justin Timberlake - Lyrics - FutureSex / LoveSounds - Justin Timberlake

Title: Chop Me Up - Three 6 Mafia, Timbaland, Justin Timberlake
Album: FutureSex / LoveSounds
Artist: Justin Timberlake
Composer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard, Justin Timberlake, Nate Hills, Timothy Mosley

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Lyric:
It's going down
Tennessee
Justin Timberlake
Timbaland
Three 6 Mafia

Tennessee
VA, Dirty South, Dirty South
It's how we do what we do, man
When we do what we do, what, what
Project shit what

I know you see me looking, girl go on and act right
A little closer, let me see you in the spotlight
Now turn around and let me see just what ya curved like
Go grab your friends and y'all can come to the back

Why don't you take a sip upon this champagne
Relax, take your coat off, and let me get your name
I love that hour-glass shape you got upon that frame
I like the way you talk your game we might be one and the same

Now I know you got a buzz off that alcohol
I got a house that can entertain all of y'all
Maybe later on I'll give you a phone call
I'm 'bout to slide out, but I'll get back at ya

And when I call don't give me the run-around
I ain't gonna have you tryin' to play me like a silly clown
Don't second guess it, girl, there ain't nothin' to think about
'Cause you got me feigning, but girl you don't hear me

Little lady, you got me just
Screwed up off of your melody
Little lady, c'mon and don't
Chop me up, please don't make a fool of me

Little lady, you got me just
Screwed up off of your melody
Easy baby c'mon and don't
Chop me up, please don't make a fool of me

You're kinda cute, baby, are you new in town?
My name is Tim, AKA Thomas Crown
I heard you're lost, do you know your way around
If you got a problem baby I can hold ya down

I can be your navigator or your compass
Better yet a genie baby make your first wish
You the party, baby, I'm just the guest list
I think I need some Tylenol, you got me restless

So grab your friends, let's take it back to my house
Let's watch 'Sex and the City' or 'Desperate Housewives'
Simon says touch yours while you touch mine
Parental discretion is advised

Y'all can be the star in my spotlight
Studio 54 if we get the props right
All we need right now is a little bit, a little bit of act right
Y'all looking shy, but ya act like y'all don't hear me

Little lady, you got me just
Screwed up off of your melody
Little lady, c'mon and don't
Chop me up, please don't make a fool of me

Little lady, you got me just
Screwed up off of your melody
Easy baby c'mon and don't
Chop me up, please don't make a fool of me

See girl you stronger than the strongest drug I ever had
You could mix 'em all together you still be twice as bad
'Cause you the worst best girlfriend I ever had
Harder to kick than cigarettes and green thangs

Harder to escape than jail cells and bills
Yeah ya you had me lost since the minute gurl an' pig tails
Like Michael Jackson, "How you do me this way?"
Got me cryin' rivers like Timbaland and Timberlake, yeah

They call me Juicy J straight up out the Three 6 Mafia
Ghetto fab playa on these streets I'm tryin' a holla at ya
Quit playing games girl you got my head spinnin' 'round
I ain't gonna chirp your mobile phone and chase you all over town

I just want to pick you up and take you to a bachelor nest
Is it good? Is it good? And have a little smack fest
So if you never call me I'll be somewhere down in Tennessee
Washing away my sorrows in a cold cup of Hennessey

Little lady, you got me just
Screwed up off of your melody
Little lady, c'mon and don't
Chop me up, please don't make a fool of me

Little lady, you got me just
Screwed up off of your melody
Easy baby c'mon and don't
Chop me up, please don't make a fool of me

Screwed up
Chop me up

Screwed up off of your melody
Chop me up, please don't make a fool of me

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How You Move It - Lyrics - The Price Of Fame - Bow Wow

Title: How You Move It
Album: The Price Of Fame
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, James Phillips, Phillip Pitts, Teraike Crawford, Curtis James Jackson

Lyric:
I mean, I mean
Y'all know what that is right?
I mean, I mean
Y'all know what that is right?

Lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil', lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil' mama, I wanna see ya

Lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil', lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil' mama

Tags on the back of the Lam' say 'B Dub'
Every Friday night, I'm in the streets and I'm G'd up
5th album and I'm still bangin' out your speakers
So So Def *** can't nobody see us

You know I keep it fresh when it comes to the fashion
At the age 10 is when my mama heard the passion
I gotta stay stuntin' and I gotta keep flashin'
7 figure checks is the only thing I'm cashin', I'm stashin'

Everything I get on, it look tight
Ain't nothin' like a hump when it jump
And it shook right, shook right
Ladies on a homie like I'm Denzel
Shirt off, big chain, rockin' like I'm LL

Since 12, I done had a mill' sittin' in my garage
The Brazilian girls comin', givin' me a massage
Before I was, people was treat me like a big star
It's a test if you wanna be in my entourage

Lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil', lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil' mama, I wanna see ya

Lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil', lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil' mama

I keep catchin' all my lil' comp in a slumber
Comin' with that heat that keep me hotter than the summer
Call it what you want, I'm the king of Columbus
And if you wanna act up, D got the dumper

How you ride? 'Round here, I'm ridin' 30's on a Hummer
Tag on the back of it say 'Boy Wonder'
4-15's, bein' sound like thunder
The baddest girl up in here, I better get her number

When I was younger, Momma said I was dreamer
Moved to Atlanta State with JD and Tina
Never ever thought I'd be sellin' out arenas
Drivin' everything from a Phantom to a Beamer

Baby, use your hand when I'm sayin' I'm the real deal
That you with, he a snack, I'm a 4 meal
I see you got it in the back like Jessica Biel
But you talkin', baby, all I wanna know is if it's trin
Now let me see it

Lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil', lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil' mama, I wanna see ya

Lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil', lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil' mama

Groove with it, do it
Girl, turn it around and show me how you move it
I said, groove with it, do it
Girl, turn it around and show me how you move it

Homie, with the B is like when you fly first class
Everything free, much different than them dirtbags
I'ma entertain and keep you focused like the circus
God put me here to get it poppin', that's my purpose

They ain't know me 'coz they gettin' over power
See, I make it storm and the *** make it shower
20 minutes all he got, I last for hours
So when I come around, he outta business like tower

Baby, it ain't trickin' if you got it, that's the motto
Hitmakers baller like we just hit the Lotto
Front and back, y'all feel with it, kinda auto
Take a pick and you can bring it back tomorrow
Long as you let me see it

Lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil', lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil' mama, I wanna see ya

Lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil', lil' mama, show me how you move it
Lil' mama

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Say It To Me Now - Lyrics - Reality Check - Juvenile

Title: Say It To Me Now
Album: Reality Check
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Teruis Gray, Scott Spencer Storch

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Lyric:
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

It's someone in particular got you sayin' what you sayin'
Usin' my name in vain, hard for you to stay in your lane
That nigga fought for you then manipulated your mind
And kept you out of the way so you would stay in the blind

But then you woke up and realized he was takin' your shine
And you're mad at the whole world and they don't owe you a dime
Some of these niggaz don't be gangstas when they 'sposed to be gangstas
You know he owe you money and you're scared of him, ain't ya?

You can never point the finger at me, playa, you stayed when I left
I couldn't call you when my bills wasn't paid
Wasn't dependin' on nigga to send me shit my way
Wasn't really concerned about what a bitch might say

You coulda came and testified for my trial
But you had more love for slim and baby than you had for 'nile
I didn't hate, I just moved on
Now, that I'm doin' good I'm hearin' me on your new song and Juve wrong?

Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

He ain't rappin', he ain't smart, he ain't gon' never be rich
He gon' be just like [Incomprehensible], he ain't accountin' for shit
Ridin' around in the six, Mama still live in the bricks
Across the hall from where somebody's always cookin' a fix

Where you in trouble if the police ever knock on your door
We from the ghetto, so they find choppers and glocks on the floor
I done had all type of shit thrown at me, learned from this and that G
After all that I done been through, why is this bitch so happy?

I'm alive and well, a true talent indeed
I'm god's gift to the earth, would be a shame if I leave
And I seriously don't be fuckin' with niggaz with greed
And that goes for all you outsiders and family trees

I can see the specks runnin' they necks, he ain't all that
I don't even hear him to record that I'm doin' me
We independent, ain't no middle man
Either get the business right or get the business in your brain
Play your hand

Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

I said these haters steady, hear your name, runnin' they mouth
But really don't know a damn thing 'bout the game
And I'ma only tell you one time, I'm a millionaire
So, that shit you niggaz talkin', I ain't gon' entertain

Forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us
Lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil

Father, I ain't gon' let 'em get to me, they know my history
It really ain't you they hatin', 'cause of they miseries
Fulfill your purpose, you was put here for a reason
Cherish your life for every moment that you breathin'

But they sayin' that I betrayed 'em
No man can judge you
But they askin' if I could save 'em
You must first save yourself

I'm the subject of conversation
Worry about no one
I'm knowin' that I could take 'em
Have faith in me

Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

I said these haters can't stand to hear your name, runnin' they mouth
But really don't know a damn thing 'bout the game
And I'ma only tell you one time, I'm a millionaire
So, that shit you niggaz talkin', I ain't gon' entertain

I said these haters can't stand to hear your name, runnin' they mouth
But really don't know a damn thing 'bout the game
And I'ma only tell you one time, I'm a millionaire
So, that shit you niggaz talkin', I ain't gon' entertain

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They Know - Lyrics - Bad Boy'S Da Band

Title: They Know
Artist: Bad Boy'S Da Band
Composer(s): Tony Dofat, R Hill, F Watson

Lyric:
Yeah, this beat here was created in the Hamptons
And dropped in Manhattan, Bad Boy's the label
Time Shock, Dofat's the man
Wit Chopper from Miami to New Orleans

Chopper City's the nigga, Freddy P
Who want war wit 'em? Take a fall wit 'em
Get your back against the wall wit 'em
Chopper City let 'em know!

Man I believe in gettin' rich or die tryin'
Niggaz is [Incomprehensible] and I'm a warrior like ninja stroll
It ain't nothin', I can show you how to pimp a ho
And if you want it, you can get it nigga, friend of foe

I keeps the mac Milli low
Itchy for somethin' to crack so I can snap like whatchu grillin' fo'?
Shit, I keeps it gutter man, you know how I do's it
I strike a kite that's my definition of stickin' and movin'

What you know about shoot outs for half an hour?
If you don't, you niggaz is jive and act as cowards
You 'bouta witness City reach till it's massive power
Boss man, I can get you niggaz wacked in showers

I'm well known for what I do, but fiends call me Captain Powder
If you want it you can call on Chopper
Fetti is somethin' that ya boy desire
I keep the metal thing-a-mijiggy the color is copper

I keeps it gangsta
You can ask my niggaz 'cause they know, they know
I'ma hustler that 'bout them pesos, pesos
If you wit me then let them keys blow, keys blow
Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low now

You can ask my niggaz 'cause they know, they know
I'ma hustler that 'bout them pesos pesos
If you wit me then let them keys blow, keys blow
Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low now

I love the haters 'cause I feed of they energy
I'm in the same business as the muthafucker
On the roof who shot Kennedy waitin' for sinners and
They see the glory and pain
You know the story 'bout the boy with a name

He did things like kill people and stole Kane
The hood got three lanes, life, death, or entertain
Now sellin's the life in that box is the D-word
In that house by the lake wit the yacht is the Keyword

Fuck it, if he work and she work Da Band
We work on P.D.'s nerves
Man we probably gon' clash when he hear these words
But fuck it, I love that nigga, he the reason we hurr

If it wasn't for him, I'd be livin' to see dirt
Now Lil F.P. and me, we see curves
Bend 'em fuck it the windows is tinted, so we splurge
Wit niggaz that treat me like Jerry and do Steve's work

I keeps it gangsta
You can ask my niggaz 'cause they know, they know
I'ma hustler that 'bout them pesos, pesos
If you wit me then let them keys blow, keys blow
Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low now

You can ask my niggaz 'cause they know, they know
I'ma hustler that 'bout them pesos, pesos
If you wit me then let them keys blow, keys blow
Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low now

All I do is chill and blind hoe wit a sparkling grill
Smoke, stroke grind and count dough by the mill's
That's real, I ride the wheels till' they fall off
Sittin' still wit a sawed-off ready to blow a arm off

Oh, Lord, you don't want no problems wit dude
I'm out that Band, so you now the boy-band news
I bruise ya crew then ride out then head to the hideout
I stay wit them nines out to clear the whole block out

Now they say, "Fred you need to chill"
I been a Bad Boy way before Martin of Will
I'm somewhere parked on a hill on the south side of Germany
That's what the game has earned me supportin' my skills

And them girls like Freddy, you need to stop
How I came through like Griffin and made Cleveland hot
How they get up on the floor and make it breathe and stop
like Q-Tip, get in her ear and I bet she get in my drop

I keeps it gangsta
You can ask my niggaz 'cause they know, they know
I'ma hustler that 'bout them pesos, pesos
If you wit me then let them keys blow, keys blow
Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low now

You can ask my niggaz 'cause they know, they know
I'ma hustler that 'bout them pesos, pesos
If you wit me then let them keys blow, keys blow
Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low now

We them south side riders
C'mon, c'mon, look out
Huh? Now what cha say Freddy Peezay
C'mon, c'mon, look out, watch out
C'mon, c'mon, watch out, c'mon, c'mon
Get down, get down, c'mon, look out

I like that shit, yeah, boi!
I'm tellin' you whoa, I'm tellin', aight
Aight, I ain't gon' talk

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Sorry, Blame Me - Lyrics - Akon

Title: Sorry, Blame Me
Artist: Akon
Composer(s): Clinton Sparks, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
As life goes on I?m starting to learn more and more about responsibility
And I realize everything I do is affecting the people around me
So I want to take this time out to apologize for things that I've done
And things that haven't occurred yet
And things that they don?t want to take responsibility for

I?m sorry for the times that I left you home
I was on the road and you were alone
I?m sorry for the times that I had to go
I?m sorry for the fact that I did not know

That you were sitting home just wishing we
Could go back to when it was just you and me
I?m sorry for the times I would neglect
I?m sorry for the times I disrespect

I?m sorry for the wrong things that I?ve done
I?m sorry I?m not always there for my sons
I?m sorry for the fact that I am not aware
That you can?t sleep at night when I am not there

Because I'm in the streets like every day
I'm sorry for the things that I did not say
Like how you are the best thing in my world
And how I am so proud to call you my girl

I understand that there are some problems
And I am not too blind to know
All the pain you kept inside you
Even though you might not show

If I can't apologize for being wrong
Then it?s just a shame on me
I?ll be the reason for your pain
And you can put the blame on me

You can put the blame on me
You can put the blame on me
You can put the blame on me
You can put the blame on me

Said you can put the blame on me
Said you can put the blame on me
Said you can put the blame on me
You can put the blame on me

I'm sorry for the things that he put you through
And all the times you didn?t know what to do
I'm sorry that you had to go and sell those bags
Just trying to stay busy till you heard from dad

When you would rather be home with all your kids
As one big family with love and bliss
And even though pops treated us like kings
He got a second wife and you didn?t agree

He got up and left you there all alone
I?m sorry that you had to do it on your own
I?m sorry that I went and added to your grief
I?m sorry that your son was once a thief

I?m sorry that I grew up way too fast
I wish I would?ve listened and not be so bad
I?m sorry that your life turned out this way
I?m sorry that the Feds came and took me away

I understand that there are some problems
And I am not too blind to know
All the pain you kept inside you
Even though you might not show

If I can't apologize for being wrong
Then it?s just a shame on me
I?ll be the reason for your pain
And you can put the blame on me

You can put the blame on me
You can put the blame on me
You can put the blame on me
You can put the blame on me

Said you can put the blame on me
Said you can put the blame on me
Said you can put the blame on me
You can put the blame on me

I?m sorry that it took so long to see
They were dead wrong trying to put it on me
I?m sorry that it took so long to speak
But I was on tour with Gwen Stefani

I?m sorry for the hand that she was dealt
For the embarrassment that she felt
Just a little young girl trying to have fun
Her daddy shouldn't never let her out that young

I?m sorry for Club Zen getting shut down
I hope they manage better next time around
How was I to know she was underage?
In a 21 and older club they say

Why doesn?t anybody wanna take blame?
Verizon backed out disgracing my name
I?m just a singer trying to entertain
Because I love my fans I?ll take that blame

Even though the blame?s on you
Even though the blame?s on you
Even though the blame?s on you
I?ll take that blame from you

And you can put that blame on me
And you can put that blame on me
You can put that blame on me
And you can put that blame on me

And you can put that blame on me
And you can put that blame on me

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Sorry, Blame It On Me - Lyrics - Akon

Title: Sorry, Blame It On Me
Artist: Akon
Composer(s): Clinton Sparks, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
As life goes on I?m starting to learn more and more about responsibility
And I realize everything I do is affecting the people around me
So I want to take this time out to apologize for things that I've done
And things that haven't occurred yet
And things that they don?t want to take responsibility for

I?m sorry for the times that I left you home
I was on the road and you were alone
I?m sorry for the times that I had to go
I?m sorry for the fact that I did not know

That you were sitting home just wishing we
Could go back to when it was just you and me
I?m sorry for the times I would neglect
I?m sorry for the times I disrespect

I?m sorry for the wrong things that I?ve done
I?m sorry I?m not always there for my sons
I?m sorry for the fact that I am not aware
That you can?t sleep at night when I am not there

Because I'm in the streets like every day
I'm sorry for the things that I did not say
Like how you are the best thing in my world
And how I am so proud to call you my girl

I understand that there are some problems
And I am not too blind to know
All the pain you kept inside you
Even though you might not show

If I can't apologize for being wrong
Then it?s just a shame on me
I?ll be the reason for your pain
And you can put the blame on me

You can put the blame on me
You can put the blame on me
You can put the blame on me
You can put the blame on me

Said you can put the blame on me
Said you can put the blame on me
Said you can put the blame on me
You can put the blame on me

I'm sorry for the things that he put you through
And all the times you didn?t know what to do
I'm sorry that you had to go and sell those bags
Just trying to stay busy till you heard from dad

When you would rather be home with all your kids
As one big family with love and bliss
And even though pops treated us like kings
He got a second wife and you didn?t agree

He got up and left you there all alone
I?m sorry that you had to do it on your own
I?m sorry that I went and added to your grief
I?m sorry that your son was once a thief

I?m sorry that I grew up way too fast
I wish I would?ve listened and not be so bad
I?m sorry that your life turned out this way
I?m sorry that the Feds came and took me away

I understand that there are some problems
And I am not too blind to know
All the pain you kept inside you
Even though you might not show

If I can't apologize for being wrong
Then it?s just a shame on me
I?ll be the reason for your pain
And you can put the blame on me

You can put the blame on me
You can put the blame on me
You can put the blame on me
You can put the blame on me

Said you can put the blame on me
Said you can put the blame on me
Said you can put the blame on me
You can put the blame on me

I?m sorry that it took so long to see
They were dead wrong trying to put it on me
I?m sorry that it took so long to speak
But I was on tour with Gwen Stefani

I?m sorry for the hand that she was dealt
For the embarrassment that she felt
Just a little young girl trying to have fun
Her daddy shouldn't never let her out that young

I?m sorry for Club Zen getting shut down
I hope they manage better next time around
How was I to know she was underage?
In a 21 and older club they say

Why doesn?t anybody wanna take blame?
Verizon backed out disgracing my name
I?m just a singer trying to entertain
Because I love my fans I?ll take that blame

Even though the blame?s on you
Even though the blame?s on you
Even though the blame?s on you
I?ll take that blame from you

And you can put that blame on me
And you can put that blame on me
You can put that blame on me
And you can put that blame on me

And you can put that blame on me
And you can put that blame on me

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Z - Things That U Do - Lyrics - Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter - Jay

Title: Z - Things That U Do
Album: Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, Kyambo Joshua, Kaseem Dean

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Lyric:
Uh-huh, uh, Jigga man, uh-huh MC, that's Right
Swizz beatz, uh, uh, come on

It's the things that you do that make me feel so
And I don't know the way I feel, I can explain
I love you, you thug, look at what you make the clubs do

It's the things that you do, that make me feel so
And I don't know the way I feel, I can explain
I love you, you thug, look at what you make the clubs do

You know the flow sicka, know Jigga, mo' sicka now right
You know what me and Swizz's shit sounds like
Crazed and demonic, without blazin' chronic, product of Reaganomics

You know that motherfuckin' stoop raised me
Ringin' in da hoops but I was too lazy
School made me sick, teachers said I was too crazy
Low and behold, it's the new and improved Jay-Z

Let me explain this to you baby, I spent nights out, days in
Niggaz was blazin', twelve noon where I was raised in
I felt caged in but kept roamin', prayed for the Day of Atonement
Married to the streets no date of annulment

It seems every time it come up, they postpone it
So I kept my chrome at the waist, waiting for the omen
Savoring the moment and now you know
The reason that I flow the way I flow, baby

It's the things that you do, that make me feel so
And I don't know the way I feel, I can explain
I love you, you thug, look at what you make the clubs do

It's the things that you do, that make me feel so
And I don't know the way I feel, I can explain
I love you, you thug, look at what you make the clubs do

You know I move like an ounce, bottled up like crack
That's how I make you bounce like that
Defy Webster's words they can't pronounce like that
That's why no other rapper got a sound like that

Trap, trap of my life, flashback, kill niggaz, rap skills unmatched
Jigga man baby, I can't entertain it sometimes I can't explain it
God given, gifts of a soul for hard living, far be it
From me to question Allah's wisdom

Could've got lost in the system
Instead I'm involved with the rhythm, I dodged prison
Came out unscathed from car collisions
I know I must be part of some mission

Shit, I used to take it for granted, why they placed me on this planet
I would ask myself while writin' raps to myself
But right there under my nose, was the flow of all flows
Not a demon but a rose in the cement, come on

It's the things that you do, that make me feel so
And I don't know the way I feel, I can explain
I love you, you thug, look at what you make the clubs do

It's the things that you do, that make me feel so
And I don't know the way I feel, I can explain
I love you, you thug, look at what you make the clubs do

You know I've traveled through zones, homes spazzed like a bad back
I came into this game on Jaz's back, I jumped off
Stood on my own two like boom, that's that
Yeah, I'm here to show and prove, don't matter to me, the Garden
Or flowin' on Clue, whatever niggas wanna do, it's right with me

Whether you big or bossy, jig or flossy, dusty or musty, sober or saucy
Broker than Todd Bridges, richer than Bill Cosby
Forgive me for my arrogance or you still salty?
Past on to the next life and you still haunt me

I'ma keep doing me unfortunately, I make the club rock
Make thugs pop guns, make old folks do the bus stop, can't stop son
Shit, I give you what's hot and what's not, I never knew
Y'all niggas, know niggas, how I do niggas

It's the things that you do, that make me feel so
And I don't know the way I feel, I can explain
I love you, you thug, look at what you make the clubs do

It's the things that you do, that make me feel so
And I don't know the way I feel, I can explain
I love you, you thug, look at what you make the clubs do

It's the things that you do, that make me feel so
And I don't know the way I feel, I can explain
I love you, you thug, look at what you make the clubs do
...

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Like A Throttle - Lyrics - Boogie Down Productions

Title: Like A Throttle
Artist: Boogie Down Productions
Composer(s): Herb Albert, Lawrence Parker, Janne Schaffer, Kenny Parker

Lyric:
You wanna test me? Are you stupid?
Gotta be out of your fuckin' mind, KRS-One is the DON, seen?
Come down Kenny Park

You know, I don't know what your management be tellin' you
I don't know what your producers be tellin' you
But yo, you step this way, you're gettin' played out of position
So let me give you a little start, check it out

Every time KRS-One steps in the jam
The party is packed, he got the mic in his hand
Brooklyn's ready, Uptown's in the house
Kenny drops the beat and we turn the party out

That's it, none of the gimmicks tricks, oh it's
You either have the hits or the crazy hype lyrics
But MC's come half assed and lookin' pitiful
None of 'em lyrical but their ego is critical

Like I said, I'm not a Muslim but to Allah, I'm obedient
Some MC's on the mic become Muslims when it's convenient
And I've seen it, real Muslims praise Allah and they mean it
Others are dreamin' it with sex me and do me
And I'd rather listen to the brand Nubians

You know it's funny, everybody wants money
And material things from cars and chicken wings
When they sing, they sing for the cash
They fail to realize, respect will outlast cash

You get respect by bein' creative and yes, a native to your audience
So you know reality, in other words if you ain't a gangsta
Why play you a gangsta? If you ain't a hoe, why sell sex?
If you believe in Allah, how is it you can only work when there's a check?

All of this is incorrect, first should always come respect
The charts are not equal to the respect of the people
Their respect doesn't weeble or wobble, they know the difference
From a artist and a lip-syncin' model, right on stage
You'll get a bottle, you're holdin' my dick like a throttle

I'm the freshest thing on the mic, don't mess with me
I'm fresher than your grandmother's fried chicken recipe
You don't test me, you ain't a chemist and I sure ain't chemistry
You're not a mathematician and my name ain't geometry
You're no astronomer, why see me as astronomy?

But I'm a Parker, so I'll play you like Monopoly
Don't entertain the thought of droppin' me, to think of me
As anything less than your teacher, crazy you got to be
These type of lyrical styles cannot be said sloppily
I rip it up constantly, you're holdin' my dick like a throttle

The teacher will come again and again and again and again
To set the trend and lend to other men a perfect blend
So when their lyrics finish, KRS-One just begin
Rippin' up sucker, teachers put their courage to an end

So once again, the trend setter comes a lot better
Forever too clever for a petty MC in leather
Whenever they decide, whatever I'm in sync
The lyrics I write, help me think

To guide ink off the paper through the air, smack in your face
And erase in haste the rhymes you embrace
Just in case, get the fuck out my face, I run this place
You're lucky you're from the same race

A simple technique will keep you on beat
With the style from the street, you compete with the elite
That's weak, flashin' gold and can't speak
I seek the direction of the brown complexion

So every year, I appear somewhere
That you hear, my dear to get one thing clear
Whether on welfare or millionaire
Don't step to this here or you outta here

Allow me now to please change the gear
And pick up the mic you missed those happen around me
Have me feared, come, we come in the dance
We haffa likka of a shot an towah? Let's get back to the hip hop

You come into the place you can't look in my face
'Cause the light is bright and I'm towerin' in height
See there are millions of stars in the sky
When the sun appears none are visible to the eye

Why? The reason is the sun is the sun
You can't possibly rock until I'm done
And finished and like the evening, I'll fade
But when I return you'll cry for more shade

So check the dancestyle 'cause I am not softening up
It's time that I rock and sing not about my ding-a-ling-a-ling
But instead bring intellect pon ting
'Cause you can inject ignorance in rap
But Kenny Parker ain't tryin' to hear that

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Why Not Me - Lyrics - The Life - Ginuwine

Title: Why Not Me
Album: The Life
Artist: Ginuwine
Composer(s): Elgin Lumpkin, Troy Oliver

Lyric:
Why not me, is that I'm too ghetto for you
Why not me, girl, there?s nothing I won't cop for you
Why not me, I?m here to give you all you dreams
I?m dedicated, no time wasting, I?ll fulfill your every need

It ain?t a thang, I?m far from lame
Girl, it?s all to the good
You?re playing hard to get now
That?s probably why you?re by yourself now

But I caught your eye when you walked by
And you persist to try to entertain
All of them thing that you probably just heard
None of it?s true and that? my word

Baby, don?t believe a thing you hear
The haters are always on my back now
But you feel me and this I know
So won?t you just let go, tell me why

Why not me, is that I'm too ghetto for you
Why not me, girl, there?s nothing I won't cop for you
Why not me, I?m here to give you all you dreams
I?m dedicated, no time wasting, I?ll fulfill your every need

I?d like-o think that I am a good guy so tell me why
Not me, can?t blame you though if all you?re
Ex-boyfriends did you shady
But don?t take that out on me girl

Oops, I got to take it back it?s your world
Baby, I?m just that guy I?ll show you why
If you just give me one try
I?m telling you I don?t get down like that

Can?t play the role or play myself
I just got to get in that?s for sure got a little money
I spit game to the honeys but your all a nigga needs
I won?t give you chicken feed

Why not me, is that I'm too ghetto for you
Why not me, girl, there?s nothing I won't cop for you
Why not me, I?m here to give you all you dreams
I?m dedicated, no time wasting, I?ll fulfill your every need

You should tell me something, something
Can?t imagine me just wanting
Put your cards out on the table
Baby, I?m willing and able

Picture that me dippin' on you
What the use if I?m up on ya
I?m the one you searched so long for
Give me one chance you?ll want no more

Why not me, is that I'm too ghetto for you
Why not me, girl, there?s nothing I won't cop for you
Why not me, I?m here to give you all you dreams
I?m dedicated, no time wasting, I?ll fulfill your every need

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What Ya Want - Lyrics - Eve

Title: What Ya Want
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): Eve Jeffers, Darrin Dean, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
What y'all niggaz want?
(What we want, right?)
Can't touch, uh
All y'all niggaz need
(What we need in our life?)
Is right here

Rubia huh? Papi screamin' out of they mouth
Bombshell, just a second mami, wanna speak out
What I need in my life, make ya body freak out
Baby seem like the type, married niggaz sneak out

Like I'm ballin' y'all, yes I be appallin' y'all
Boss type hold it down, wantin' all of y'all
Callin' y'all never chasin' me down
Three weeks, heartbroken, yes you hatin' me now

She speaks, soft spoken 'til she datin' the clown
I'm takin' 'em down, reel 'em in and makin' 'em drown
Mistake, I said gimme, bet I'm takin' it now
What I need from a nigga negative in his sound

Audacity, even, askin' me
For ass, I laugh, this bitch is fast and free
Swattin' 'em off when I see this nigga's a flea
Plottin' of course for riches, millionaire wannabe, uh, huh

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me, what you want?
Guatemala, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere tell me, what you want?

Popular since I started my life
Eve you know my name, probably the dangerous type
Brick house stallion, think you tamin' me right?
Not this baby Del-Philly streets they raisin' her right

Keep it pretty or can make it gritty be a lady
Need boots pocket books and a baby 380
But prefer to keep it, calm and cool
When I'm heated I suggest you move

Just avoid a bad situation, what you got to prove?
Leave her be, chicken squakin' hatin' frequently
Mad they man is obsessed and stalkin' me
If he, icy enough, I'm pricin' his stuff

Be nicy enough, to let him spend, I'm callin' ya bluff
Puttin' it down, Ruff Ryders put in they work
Snatched up the illest viscous Pitbull in a skirt
Makin' em hurt, haters steady dishin' up dirt
Changin' the game, settin' the rules, makin' it work, uh

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me, what you want?
Guatemala, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere tell me, what you want?

Leavin' 'em scared, mami takin' all of this here
All of this fame, I'm hungry hope you cats is prepared
Niggaz, set me up and I'ma take it and run
Think it's a game? Just check out how my format is done

Stoppin' your shine and I do it to perfection
Made a promise every time I touch the mic to bless 'em
Used to tease me how I keep is greasy just to test 'em
Eve handcuff niggaz but I don't arrest 'em

Shorty-bang hear the niggaz singin', shoutin' my name
Make the thuggish niggaz scream, watchin' me entertain
Dicks brick when I lick the lips, just keepin' it plain
Fantasizin' 'bout this bitch, got 'em goin' insane

Ooh's and ah's, 5'7" thick in the thighs
Every thugs dream wife, see the love in they eyes?
My time to shine, whole package make her a dime
Want some more? It ain't over, just keep pressin' rewind, uh

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me, what you want?
Guatemala, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere tell me, what you want?

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me what you want

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me, what you want?
Guatemala, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere tell me, what you want?

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me what you want

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me, what you want?
Guatemala, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere tell me, what you want?

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me what you want

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me, what you want?
Guatemala, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere tell me, what you want?

Whether you're in Cuba

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me what you want?
Guatemala, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere tell me what you want?

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What Ya Want (Remix) - Lyrics - Ruff Ryder's First Lady - Eve

Title: What Ya Want (Remix)
Album: Ruff Ryder's First Lady
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): Eve Jeffers, Darrin Dean, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
What y'all niggaz want?
(What we want, right?)
Can't touch, uh
All y'all niggaz need
(What we need in our life?)
Is right here

Rubia huh? Papi screamin' out of they mouth
Bombshell, just a second mami, wanna speak out
What I need in my life, make ya body freak out
Baby seem like the type, married niggaz sneak out

Like I'm ballin' y'all, yes I be appallin' y'all
Boss type hold it down, wantin' all of y'all
Callin' y'all never chasin' me down
Three weeks, heartbroken, yes you hatin' me now

She speaks, soft spoken 'til she datin' the clown
I'm takin' 'em down, reel 'em in and makin' 'em drown
Mistake, I said gimme, bet I'm takin' it now
What I need from a nigga negative in his sound

Audacity, even, askin' me
For ass, I laugh, this bitch is fast and free
Swattin' 'em off when I see this nigga's a flea
Plottin' of course for riches, millionaire wannabe, uh, huh

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me, what you want?
Guatemala, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere tell me, what you want?

Popular since I started my life
Eve you know my name, probably the dangerous type
Brick house stallion, think you tamin' me right?
Not this baby Del-Philly streets they raisin' her right

Keep it pretty or can make it gritty be a lady
Need boots pocket books and a baby 380
But prefer to keep it, calm and cool
When I'm heated I suggest you move

Just avoid a bad situation, what you got to prove?
Leave her be, chicken squakin' hatin' frequently
Mad they man is obsessed and stalkin' me
If he, icy enough, I'm pricin' his stuff

Be nicy enough, to let him spend, I'm callin' ya bluff
Puttin' it down, Ruff Ryders put in they work
Snatched up the illest viscous Pitbull in a skirt
Makin' em hurt, haters steady dishin' up dirt
Changin' the game, settin' the rules, makin' it work, uh

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me, what you want?
Guatemala, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere tell me, what you want?

Leavin' 'em scared, mami takin' all of this here
All of this fame, I'm hungry hope you cats is prepared
Niggaz, set me up and I'ma take it and run
Think it's a game? Just check out how my format is done

Stoppin' your shine and I do it to perfection
Made a promise every time I touch the mic to bless 'em
Used to tease me how I keep is greasy just to test 'em
Eve handcuff niggaz but I don't arrest 'em

Shorty-bang hear the niggaz singin', shoutin' my name
Make the thuggish niggaz scream, watchin' me entertain
Dicks brick when I lick the lips, just keepin' it plain
Fantasizin' 'bout this bitch, got 'em goin' insane

Ooh's and ah's, 5'7" thick in the thighs
Every thugs dream wife, see the love in they eyes?
My time to shine, whole package make her a dime
Want some more? It ain't over, just keep pressin' rewind, uh

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me, what you want?
Guatemala, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere tell me, what you want?

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me what you want

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me, what you want?
Guatemala, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere tell me, what you want?

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me what you want

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me, what you want?
Guatemala, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere tell me, what you want?

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me what you want

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me, what you want?
Guatemala, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere tell me, what you want?

Whether you're in Cuba

Whether you're in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Republica Dominicana
Venezuela, Mexico, everywhere tell me what you want?
Guatemala, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Ecuador, Colombia
Everywhere tell me what you want?

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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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Don'T Talk - Lyrics - MTV Unplugged - 10,000 Maniacs

Title: Don'T Talk
Album: MTV Unplugged
Artist: 10,000 Maniacs
Composer(s): Dennis Arnold Drew, Natalie Merchant

Lyric:
Don't talk, I will listen
Don't talk, you keep your distance

I'd rather hear some truth tonight
Than entertain your lies
So take you poison silently
Let me be, let me close my eyes

Don't talk, I'll believe it
Don't talk, listen to me instead

I know that if you think of it
Both long enough and hard
The drink you drown your troubles in
Is the trouble you're in now

Talk, talk, talk about it
If you talk as if you care
But when your talk is over
Tilt that bottle in the air

Tossing back
More than your share

Don't talk, I can guess it
Don't talk, well, now you're restless

And you need somewhere to put the blame
For how you feel inside
You'll look for a close and easy mark
And you'll see me as fair game

Talk, talk, talk about it
You talk as if you care
But when your talk is over
Tilt that bottle in the air

Tossing back
More than your share

You talk, talk, talk about it
You talk as if you care
I'm marking every word
And can tell this time for sure

Your talk is the finest
I have heard

So don't talk, I'm sleeping
Don't talk, let me go on dreaming

How your eyes they glow so fiercely
I can tell that you're inspired
By the name that you just chose for me
Now what was it? Oh, never mind it

We will talk, talk, talk about this
When your head is clear
I'll discuss this in the morning
But until that you may talk but I won't hear

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