My Style - Lyrics - Monkey Business - Black Eyed Peas

Title: My Style
Album: Monkey Business
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Nathaniel Hills, Justin Timberlake, William Adams, Stacy Ferguson, Allan Pineda, Thomas Van Musser

Lyric:
Lord, have mercy, Lord, have mercy
Lord, have mercy, Lord, have mercy
Lord, have mercy, Lord, have mercy
Lord, have mercy, Lord, have mercy

I know that you like my style
I know that you like my style
You can't get to turn you out
Everybody in the place get wild

I know that you like my style
I know that you like my style
You've gotta drop it on your pants right now
Everybody in the place get wild
(So what you sayin'?)

What's up, what's up with you, girl?
What's up, what's up with you, girl?
What's up, what's up with you, boy?
What's up, what's up with you, boy?
Don't jock, don't jock, baby, don't jock me

I drop the hotness, baby, watch me
You can't, you can't, no, you can't stop me
'Coz I'm a champ on a rep like Rocky
And when I spit it tryin' out at Z rocks me
Got my style trademark with the copy

Right, you know my style is naughty
Right, so don't cock-block me
You like my style when I'm whiling out with my gang
And I gain my fame from doin' my damn thing
On a mike and I turn the stage like cocaine
And I bang them thangs, I'm a lover man

I know that you like my style
I know that you like my style
You can't get to turn you out
Everybody in the place get wild

I know that you like my style
I know that you like my style
You've gotta drop it on your pants right now
Everybody in the place gets wild
(So what you sayin'?)

What's up, what's up with you, girl?
What's up, what's up with you, girl?
What's up, what's up with you, boy?
What's up, what's up with you, boy?

Our style lined up when we team up
J T and B E P sold the scene up
Cali to Tennessee and in between 'em
We the hottest in the biz and the bidda
We be rollin' four Hummers and a Pima
With sunset off the chi cantina

Stepped out lookin' fresh and clean-ah
Paparazzi put me in any magazine-ah
I got eight million ways to rockin' like this
And ain't nobody drop their styles like this
I'ma give it to you like that and like this
And my momma always told me, "My baby's a genius"

I know that you like my style
I know that you like my style
You can't get to turn you out
Everybody in the place get wild

I know that you like my style
I know that you like my style
You've gotta drop it on your pants right now
Everybody in the place get wild
(So what you sayin'?)

What's up, what's up with you, girl?
What's up, what's up with you, girl?
What's up, what's up with you, boy?
What's up, what's up with you, boy?

[Foreign content]
I like to keep my style on, singo
(Singo)
Baby, you can call me Mijo
(Mijo)
I make you say, adios, Mijo
[Foreign content]
I make it hot for you if it's Frijo

It feels like somethin's heatin' up
Timberland on the drum, drum, he's beatin' up
Black Eyed Peas, there's no defeatin' us
J T, he's rockin' a beat with us

Them freaks, they want to freak with us
After the spot they tryna meet with us
They know our style is fabulous
Off the hook our style ridiculous

Ba-ba-ba
What's up, what's up with you, girl?
What's up, what's up with you, girl?
What's up, what's up with you, boy?
What's up, what's up with you, boy?

Lemme tell ya
I know that you like my style
I know that you like my style
I've been gone for a while
But I'm back with a brand new style

Black Eyed Peas, J T
(Black Eyed Peas, that's me)
Here we are, baby
(Here we are, baby)
Ba-ba-ba

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Like My Style - Lyrics - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' - 50 Cent

Title: Like My Style
Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin'
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Dana Stinson, Marvin Bernard

Lyric:
I know you like my style
You like how I break it down
I know you like my style
You like how I break it down

I know you like my style
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how
Wanna get rich I'll show you how

On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow
Teach ya how to turn yayo in to doe
The original don dada nobody bomb harda
Ya heard what I said boy, I'm hot, I'm hot

The hood rats they say "He so crazy"
The snitches they say "He tried to spray me"
That's what you get for tryin' to play me
The aftermath and my wrath is so shady

No matter how you try you can't stop it
I catch ya stuntin' in the Bentley Coupe cockpit
If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket
Front and find out how my P 40 glock hit

50 you need some help chill yo, yo I got this
Where I'm from the D's tryin' to knock us
They swear to god that it's me sellin' the chop pas
Man I ain't give them lil' niggas no product

I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how

I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how

The birds they say I got a way with words
I be like baby girl I like them curves
If ya not busy tonight then we can swerve
I'm a bachelor baby, fuck what you heard

From the tellie in ten minutes I'll make you a believer
Tongue touch ya'll have ya shakin' like you havin' a seizure
I make hits about what I do in my leisure
G Unit gang, can't another clique out to see us

Niggas lip sync the lyrics cuz they wanna be us
Groupie hoes from the hood they be trying to G us
Try to holla at the kid, every time they see us
Girlfriend quit pretending I'm the nigga ya love

And I ain't got to say nuttin' you know that I'm thugin'
Wit my hands on dat ass and ya say that I'm buggin'
We family baby, kissin' cousins now
Look what the riff raff done drug in

For the cheese my degrees is hotter then ya oven
I'm a New Yorker but I sound southern
And we sip DP till the don stop bubblin'
After we play, ok, got to ya husband

I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how

I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how

'Em said you gone like my style
Dre said you gone like my style
I said you gone like my style
You like how I break it down

You're not really, really ready ready
The drama will have ya ass in trauma boy
You're not really, really ready ready
My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin'

You're not really, really ready ready
Them shells start poppin' and bodies get to droppin'
You're not really, really ready ready
You think ya ready, ya not
You're not really really ready ready

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Like My Style (Feattony Yayo Of G Unit) - Lyrics - Get Rich Or Die Trying - 50 Cent

Title: Like My Style (Feattony Yayo Of G Unit)
Album: Get Rich Or Die Trying
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Dana Stinson, Marvin Bernard

Lyric:
I know you like my style
You like how I break it down
I know you like my style
You like how I break it down

I know you like my style
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how
Wanna get rich I'll show you how

On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow
Teach ya how to turn Yayo in to doe
The original don dada nobody bomb harda
Ya heard what I said boy, I'm hot, I'm hot

The hood rats they say, "He so crazy"
The snitches they say, "He tried to spray me"
That's what you get for tryin' to play me
The Aftermath and my wrath is so shady

No matter how you try you can't stop it
I catch ya stuntin' in the Bentley Coup cockpit
If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket
Front and find out how my P-40 glock hit

50 you need some help
Chill Yayo I got this

Where I'm from the D's tryin' to knock us
They swear to God that it's me sellin' the choppas
Man I ain't give them 'lil niggas no product

I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how

I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how

The birds they say I got a way with words
I be like baby girl I like them curves
If ya not busy tonight then we can swerve
I'ma bachelor baby, fuck what you heard

From the tellie in ten minutes I'll make you a believer
Tongue touch y'all have ya shakin' like you havin' a seizure
I make hits about what I do in my leisure
G unit gang, can't another clique out to see us

Niggas lip sync the lyrics 'cause they wanna be us
Groupie hoes from the hood they be tryin' ta G us
Try ta holla at the kid, every time they see us
Girlfriend quit pretending I'm the nigga ya love

And I ain't got to say nuttin' you know that I'm thugin'
Put my hands on dat ass and ya say that I'm buggin'
We family baby, kissin' cousins

Now look what the riff raff done drug in
For the cheese my degrees is hotter then ya oven
I'ma New Yorker but I sound southern
And we sip DP till the Don stop bubblin'
After we play, okay, got to ya husband

I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how

I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how

Em said you gone like my style
Dre said you gone like my style
I said you gone like my style
You gone like how I break it down

You're not really, really ready, ready
The drama will have ya ass in trauma boy
You're not really, really ready, ready
My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin'

You're not really, really ready, ready
Them shells start poppin' and bodies get to droppin'
You're not really, really ready, ready
You think ya ready, ya not, ya not
Really, really ready, ready

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She Told Me - Lyrics - One Love - Blue

Title: She Told Me
Album: One Love
Artist: Blue
Composer(s): Duncan James, Lee Ryan, Mikkel Eriksen, Simon Webbe, Anthony Costa, Tor Erik Hermansen, Hallgeir Rustan

Lyric:
There was a girl I knew, she was more the beautiful
She had a mind of her own five foot eight or more
She was a real wild child and nothing could hold her back
She was my sis's best friend so now you know where it's at, oh yeah

She's always been around, me and her were always down
Right in front of me, how could I be too blind to see?
She was always hangin' out, me and her, we talked about
Everything I never knew, she told me

"If you like my style, come on
If you need a ride, come on
Compatible star sign, come on"
That's what she told me

"If you like my style, come on
If you need a ride, come on
Compatible star sign, come on"
She told me
She told me, she told me

It was one of those times, way back in the day
She was at my door with a smile across her face
I said, "My sister ain't home, she's gone out for a while"
She said, "That's cool with me that's the reason I came by", oh yeah

She's always been around, me and her were always down
Right in front of me, how could I be too blind to see?
She was always hangin' out, me and her, we talked about
Everything I never knew, she told me yeah

"If you like my style, come on
If you need a ride, come on
Compatible star sign, come on"
That's what she told me

"If you like my style, come on
If you need a ride, come on
Compatible star sign, come on"
She told me
She told me, she told me
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Sing, na na na na na
Na na na na na
Sing, na na na na na
Na na na na na

Oh, na na na na na
Na na na na na
Sing it with me na na na na na
Na na na na na

"If you like my style, come on
If you need a ride, come on
Compatible star sign, come on"
That's what she told me

"If you like my style, come on
If you need a ride, come on
Compatible star sign, come on"
She told me

"If you like my style, come on
If you need a ride, come on
Compatible star sign, come on"
That's what she told me

"If you like my style, come on
If you need a ride, come on
Compatible star sign, come on"
She told me

"If you like my style, come on
If you need a ride, come on
Compatible star sign, come on"
That's what she told me

"If you like my style, come on
If you need a ride, come on
Compatible star sign, come on"
She told me

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I'M Talkin - Lyrics - Supa Dupa Fly - Missy Elliott

Title: I'M Talkin
Album: Supa Dupa Fly
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Allen Mcgrier, Timothy Z Mosley, Mary C Brockert, Melissa A Elliott

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Lyric:
Nigga, waz up?
You think you tough, I'm fly shit
Has a bitch, dope as fuck
Sho nuff I'm guaranteed, no diggities
Fight you like the fucking enemies
You would think there's fucking ten of me
When I'm sending these
Blows, blows, hoes want to roll like hydro
When I suck Timbaland's bone like you

Fido, I go
Scoop Lil' Kim
Me, she, her, them and him
Gets high in a tunnel
They see my Lexus comin'
They hear the bass rumblin'
They come quick, they come quick
Like a dick, I make myself sick
I'm so motherfuckin' bad to the bone
Like my titties are full blown

My style of rappin'
I'm such, such, such a good rapper
I give you good and plenty
My styles the bomb diggy
My style of rappin'
I'm such, such, such a good rapper
I give you good and plenty
My styles the bomb diggy

I'm calling your cards like Sprint
Can't be me, can't see me
I'm low like Timb, ladies and gents
Dogs, cats and babies
Whoever but my style
I hope you croak from the rabies
Swayze, maybe I call your name
Ain't that a fucking shame
I'm too high for that
I'm great like the Dane
Mane on main

If you decide to put your hands
On my fucking light
Like the cigarettes I light
You must burn, you better learn
From the pro
Who rock shows after shows
When it rains it pours
I hurt like the cold souls
My style polishes like nails and toes
You know, know

My style of rappin'
I'm such, such, such a good rapper
I give you good and plenty
My styles the bomb diggy
My style of rappin'
I'm such, such, such a good rapper
I give you good and plenty
My style the bomb diggy

You beg to be put on like cats
Nigga know who I am
Now you want to sing and dance
You want to shake your stanky ass
Well I'm sorry Sam
God damn, you ain't family
You hounding me, pounding me
With the same old story
You bore me
Lordy have mercy on all these groupies

Sorry cutie
Why you go and shake your bootie?
'Cause there's only one Lil' Kim
The triple beam, the misdemean
Nigga queen, whoomp, we Tag Team
So hot we melt like ice cream
Without the dick riding
Dreams of smoking a California blunt
I got the lyrics to make you feel it
What you want nigga?

I'm talking about my style
I am the flyest then RZA now
I'm talking about my style
Let me tell you about Missy's style

My style of rappin'
I'm such, such, such a good rapper
I give you good and plenty
My styles the bomb diggy
My style of rappin'
I'm such, such, such a good rapper
I give you good and plenty
My style the bomb diggy

Hey Timbaland be talking more shit
And Lil' Kim be talking more shit
Da Brat be talking more shit
Busta Rhymes be talking more shit
Talking more shit
702 talk shit
And Aaliyah talk shit

Ginuwine be talking more shit
And I be talking more shit
And Total be talking more shit
Maganoo and St. Nick, we be talking shit
We be talking shit
Aight, aight
And Jimmy talking shit too, aight, aight
We out

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Crashin' A Party - Lyrics - Almost Famous - Lumidee

Title: Crashin' A Party
Album: Almost Famous
Artist: Lumidee
Composer(s): Edwin Perez, Victor Santiago, Teddy Rafael Mendez, Lumidee Cedeno

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Lyric:
Yea yea uh huh and when we come in da club wit two stepin' like
Hands in da air like
What what what what?
Uptowns up in here like
What what what what?
We tear up da club and we don't wait all nighters V.I.P insighters
Hands in da air like
What what what what?
Uptowns up in here like
What what what what?
We tear up da club and we don't wait all nighters V.I.P insighters

Baby it's Saturday night and I'm feelin' hype
Don't wanna let this weekend pass me by
So I called up my girls like, "Yo lets meet a twelve 'cuz we out to night "
I've been waitin' for this night all day me and my girls
Gonna show this boys how to play 'cuz
I know its gonna be tight but I ain't waitin' on no damn lines tonight

I feel like crashin' a party
V.I.P don't try to stop me
You can like my style but don't copy
Ladies let me know if you got me

I feel like crashin' a party
V.I.P don't try to stop me
You can like my style but don't copy
Ladies let me know if you got me

I'm up in the club the whole hood is there
All eyes on my yes I'm aware
So you know I love my thugs, remember mike show some love
Now the crowd is jumpin' so I make my way
To the floor were gonna rock it in every way 'cuz
I don't do this all the time but I'm feelin' the whole vibe tonight

I feel like crashin' a party
V.I.P don't try to stop me
You can like my style but don't copy
Ladies let me know if you got me

I feel like crashin' a party
V.I.P don't try to stop me
You can like my style but don't copy
Ladies let me know if you got me

You see its summa sunshine its summa rain
Its some love and some joy and some pain
Yo some get lucky really make it in the game
While others get locked up for, my slain
See when we come through see they gotta check us
You and your li'l tetas I'm in my chanchletas and shit
My mami chulo love me like menudo who needs a pillow
I'ma sleep on her coolo shit pop that rock that
Who wore my socks hat yea my own J.Lo who could top that I'm smokin'
Still feelin' on your,if it ain't a private jet least be first class and uh
I'm always chillin' with my lady and dem
I got them livin' hood rich like baby and dem
They go woah woah
We still together baby we gotta hit up da clubs thats like forever baby

I feel like crashin' a party
V.I.P don't try to stop me
You can like my style but don't copy
Ladies let me know if you got me

I feel like crashin' a party
V.I.P don't try to stop me
You can like my style but don't copy
Ladies let me know if you got me

[Incomprehensible]
What what what what?
What what what what?
I got the whole world singin' out here

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Comin Thru' - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Comin Thru'
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Andre Weston, Willie Hines, George Spivey

Lyric:
Comin thru' wit my crew like this
Aah, I'm wit my crew like this, comin thru
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Uhh, wit my crew like this
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Boy what? wit my crew like this
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Uhh, wit my crew like this

Well yo, it's 1995 this the way my crew troop
I be the krayzie drayzie come to put'cha on the scoop
Like, to be a rapper nowadays is real handy
That's why all these niggas wanna be down like brandy
They huffin 'n' puffin but still ain't sayin nuffin
I see dem bluffin, they full of shit like stuffin
Uh, without rehearsal my style is universal
And I been drinkin strives before dem commercials
I puff a el every time I gotta write again
So I can climb the fuckin charts like Spiderman

Yo yo, I be the books but don't confuse me with scholastic
Boy, I'll still sink your head like I was St.John the Baptist
Spot-blower especially when I'm not sober
Twisted in the head I'm seein red like October
Yo, the jibber-jabber, ain't a livin rapper deeper
Who get looser than the leaves up in my fuckin
Flavor like twice so you better rise up
Read the off-the-wall styles like ya game of flys up
No ruggle, I'm bout to shove an over
Blunt, where I two-talk, it's New York undercover
And I don't have pity, more raps than rap city
Got styles out the ass so call my raps shitty
Comin thru'

Comin thru' wit my crew like this
Aah, I'm wit my crew like this, comin thru
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Uhh, wit my crew like this
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Boy what? wit my crew like this
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Uhh, wit my crew like this

I'm bringin it back wit my niggy, it's goin down no diggy
I riggity rock the miggity mic and got dreds like ziggy
Marley, don't own a Harley, you're what they call me
Kickity krayzie drayzie on the mic so what you want g?
I'm rantin and ravin, still misbehavin
See I be causin trouble even since I started shavin
This ain't craig mack but black you know the flave
I briggity break that ass up just like super Dave
I'm kiggity comin with a gangsta like boo boo
I put it thru you, ya stinkity stink like doo doo

Giggity guess who next up on deck for wreck?
Shit is on and my palms don't sweat
Forty days and nights get in some fights
To get this style piece and on before this water mic scored
Dat ass tried to slip a fast one by me
Claimin to represent the murderers like Johnnie
Cochran, but ain't no stoppin when I'm diggity droppin
For dump, forgotten, the low down dirty rotten
Juvenile delinquents cos I still stink wit ghetto flavor
Distortin my behavior (check it out)
Tootz, I'm in it for the panties, fuck the grammys
It's the books, style underground
Lounge with the tootz on some ol' major look-type shit
And when I come thru I'm wit my crew like this
Comin thru

Comin thru' wit my crew like this
Aah, I'm wit my crew like this, comin thru
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Uhh, wit my crew like this
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Boy what? wit my crew like this
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Uhh, wit my crew like this

(Comin thru wit my crew like this)
Comin thru, what? blowin up the spot, punk you know we never miss
(Comin thru wit my crew like this)
(Yeah yeah, I'm wit my crew like this)
Uh comin thru

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Hypnotic - Lyrics - Memphis Bleek

Title: Hypnotic
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, Malik Cox, Dwight Grant, Justin Smith

Lyric:
Roll a L and burn a incent
It's like magic when I invent this shit that I present
Yo turn my levels up a izinch
And drop the treble down the pizinch and let the bass commence
To relax your nerves
It's like a paintin' with no color it's why I attach the words
My mind the brush, my life the canvas, the world, the easel
Combines a perfect picture for people

My words is colorful like autumn
The way they fall on the track like leaves when I record 'em
There's nothin' like it when I write
And I don't print, I invent it and predict it like a psychic
Pull down the shades on the windows of your soul
And gaze into your mind and watch the wisdom unfold
I was taught when your vision's impaired the wisdom is there
A message from Big Homey couldn't have sent it no clear

I know the flow is like hypnotic
And tightest tip when I drop it with no particular topic
Type shit that can't be bitten so stop it
Type shit that can't be re-written on copy
By Kinko, Kodak, Fuji films
Kin-folk know that groovy hymns
Spit by him'll put the gospel to you
Catch some little higher learning from a sermon once I drop it to you

Hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic
My flow is like hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic
The flow is like hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic
My flow is like hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic

So roll a L and light a incent
It's like magic when I event this shit that I present
It's not a secret when I speak it
I know that hatin' isn't physical but dawg I could peep it
It's like a preacher preachin' his scripts or psychic readin' a palm
Lines give me what I write in this song
The book is now open so let the story be told
I enter through your mind and exit the back of your soul

That could push you to some insight a shine like a headlight
Pickeny diamond watch me get right I'm that nice
Words is a cure that help me heal up a heart
Words can become that evil game that help me get what I want
You start where you end, you end where you start
I am the light of the situation I over shine dark
Give you the pen, the book, the word, the truth, the sight, the mind
I put it down, you call it a rhyme, I call it a sign

I predict the unpredictable
Heaven is invisible, but hell isn't physical
Let me stop with the spiritual
Let me spit at you, show you how to move with no vehicle
Come through your speakers into your ear, end up in paragraphs
Tellin' your man of what you hear
'Cuz, spit it I often roll it tighter than chronic
Styles versatile meanwhile it's hypnotic

Hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic
My style is just hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic
My style is just hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic
My style is just hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic

Pass the dutchie if you was ill
Take one to the grizzill, tell me what you fizzill
It's like a complicated puzzle unravelin', mind travelin'
With no particular flight patterin'
Speak the language of the lizard
Desert feeds worm, worm feeds falcon, falcon feeds man
Only the strong survive, so if you along for the ride
Strap your boots and leave your thongs inside

We experience turbulence in urban environments daily
Rarely it's acquired we riot like Israelis
Why am I here that question overwhelms me
I am a gangsta, Dr. Melfi couldn't help me
I am a thinker, my mind fixes all that L's me
The perfect elixir I trust mines will never fail me
I let my speech unfold, I reach deep inside the seed of my soul
And I got it

Hypnotic hypnotic
My style is just hypnotic
My style is just hypnotic
My style is just hypnotic
My style is just hypnotic
My style hypnotic, hypnotic, hypnotic
And we out, we out

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Thug Style - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: Thug Style
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Chris Rosser, Katari Cox, Tupac Shakur, Conrad Rosser, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain't shit
That nigga ain't from muhfuckin' New York
That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas
Yo, nigga man, fuck Pac, that nigga West Coast
That fucker that always with them New York niggas

Seen them with that nigga, man, that nigga ain't from the West Coast
Man, fuck Pac, fuck that nigga, that nigga ain't really down
Rapin' ass nigga, I didn't do it fuck it with that nigga
Fuck that nigga, man, fuck that nigga, let that nigga go to jail
And fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga, fuck you too nigga

Thug style out this muthafucka niggas
Throw ya hands in the air
If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop
I want muthafucking police
Trying to pull niggas over on this one

We taking this one to the whole 'nother level
Gutter style, Thug style, you feel me
Things that we can only do as a real G
We ain't dead yet, hit me

I got my Hennessey, find ya foes
In a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes
I'm getting high off Buddha, 'cause the times be slow
I keep my mind on dough, you never find me broke

And who me, a nigga livin' life like a G
In that artillery, keepin' niggas off of me
I can't sleep living in these wicked times
Peep, niggas after me 'cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat

You can holler if you want to please
I ain't runnin' with no punk crew bleed
Enemies and my range is on, you're in the danger zone
My fuckin' game is strong

Hotline you suckas better find ya mind
I got mine from hustling and busting them rhymes
To my niggas up in Quentin down on Riker's Isle
Stay rile but a nigga gotta use his styles

These niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style,

These niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style

I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
It's like they stuck from making niggas duck from Glocks
And all the time my mind's full of thoughts of ends
I'm still rolling my bucket but I bought me a Benz

My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie
'Cause in the dark see they hearts' full of homicide
My mama cried when they took me off to jail
Only me inside the cell, straight locked up in this hell

I hear some sucka screaming like the demon's inside
Will 'em awake in the morning, only the strong survive
I cry but in my own way, swallow my pride
Pick a reason to hide from all the niggas that die

Cemetery full of brothers I buried, it's going down
Even now I wonder will I still be around
My hometown is the gutter, I was born a wild
I came up out this dust with my heartless style

These niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style

These, niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the court but my force was wild
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style

I remember, uptown, huh, got to get to listenin' to Mr. Magic
Cuttin' up the hits and even though I had habit
Makin' words rhyme, I was caught up in the madness
Juvenile Thugs come on, I tell the whole story nothin' but truth

Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs
And Pete and Lee young G's with a gift of gab
And tryin' to hook up with the hookers
Who was quick to stab, remember mama's cooking

No school straight hookin' and tryin' to get with light skinned
'Cause she good looking
And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't paying
Call the cuties cuss words but we only playing

I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck
I had to move around a lot, 'cause my moms was stuck
I had family but I was way too wild
Had to move to the West to regain my style

These niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style

Scream, niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the court but my force was wild
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style

I scream, niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style

These niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the court but my force was wild
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style

These niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the court but my force was wild
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style

These niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the motherfucking court but my force was wild
Motherfucking bitch

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Lovin' Country Style - Lyrics - Wanda Jackson

Title: Lovin' Country Style
Artist: Wanda Jackson
Composer(s): Hal Sothern, Wayne West

Lyric:
I like my lovin' country style
I'm only in the city for a while
So when I'm rid you see how I'll head for Tennessee
'Cause I like my lovin' country style

I like my lovin', huggin', kissin' country style
It's the best by test wins by country mile
You don't know what you've missed
Just wait till you've been kissed
Kissed in that good old country style

I like my huggin' country style
There's only kind of boys that's worthwhile
They're best for everything even plowin' in the spring
That's why I'm like 'em country style

I like my lovin', huggin', kissin' country style
It's the best by test wins by country mile
You don't know what you've missed
Just wait till you've been kissed
Kissed in that good old country style

I like my kissin' country style
And a country weds is the lady's style
I want a country boy to be my pride and joy
'Cause I like 'em good old country style

I like my lovin', huggin', kissin' country style
It's the best by test wins by country mile
You don't know what you've missed
Just wait till you've been kissed
Kissed in that good old country style

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I Like Your Style - Lyrics - Ultramagnetic Mc'S

Title: I Like Your Style
Artist: Ultramagnetic Mc'S
Composer(s): Keith Mathew Thornton, Trevor Randolph, Charlie Lewis, William S Patterson, Maurice Smith, Cedric Miller, Maurice Wiley

Lyric:
Hey girl, swing it over here with your long legs
Let the master work, let the master flirt
Yes, you look good in that mini-skirt
I gotta tell ya, sweet and I can smell ya

What you wearin', Liz Claiborne?
Giorgio, or that other stuff Avon?
You walk away, but love, I still follow you
And if I had a chance, I may swallow you

Chew you like Double mint, gum like Spearmint
Juicy Fruit, I'm a real live brother
Respectable man, talkin' to you undercover
Watch, look, I like the way you smile
Yeah baby, I like your style

I like your style
(So baby, let me tell you)
I like your style
(I really really want you)

Girl, I like your style, the way you wear your smile
I like your style
Every time I get with you, you seem to blow my mind
I like your style

Yo listen baby, it takes more than a boomin' system
To turn my head, make me flip and listen
You gotta know how to walk, you gotta know how to talk
You gotta know how to stand, you gotta know how to smile
You gotta know how to wiggle, you gotta know how to move
Just to catch my attention

Now after that you gotta have a personality
I'm talkin' class, not a skeezer's mentality
Know when to wear your jeans, how to wear your jeans
And where to tear your jeans, and when to keep the jeans
Hangin' in the closet and when it's time to wear a fly silk dress
You wear it well, I like your style

I like your style
(So baby, let me tell you)
I like your style
(I really really want you)

Girl, I like your style, the way you wear your smile
I like your style
Every time I get with you, you seem to blow my mind
I like your style

You cold mack at the clubs with your girlfriends
You ain't lookin' for games or no boyfriends
A kid tryin' to kick the dil-deally line
A fake rap or two, a hillbilly line

I get smooth and offer you a big drink
I like the way, you're pumpin' in hot pink
Italian, black, you could be Puerto Rican
Yo give me your number, I'ma call you on the weekend

You got a head on your shoulders, plus I like that
You ain't no dummy no fool
I still like that style, body, you're perfectly fine
Remember Kool Keith, the man worth the while
Yeah, I like your style

I like your style
(So baby, let me tell you)
I like your style
(I really really want you)

Girl, I like your style, the way you wear your smile
I like your style
Every time I get with you, you seem to blow my mind
I like your style

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Fat Pockets - Lyrics - Showbiz & A.G.

Title: Fat Pockets
Artist: Showbiz & A.G.
Composer(s): Andre Maurice Barnes, Rodney Maurice Lemay

Lyric:
I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat

I like my pockets fat, not flat, so get back
I like my pockets fat, not flat, so get back
I like my pockets fat, not flat, so get back
I like my pockets fat, not flat, so get back

My pockets stay fat and they always like that
Not only in pocket but in my bank there's stacks and stacks of dough
'Cause I move slow, I get my cash flow and then I go
And brother's don't know, I'm on the down low

Some get mad 'cause they can't understand
That I'm 23 years old, I'm in command
I'm down with D I T C, that's 'Diggin' In The Crates'
And my partner A.G., we always keep crazy papes

I'm staying fat 'cause what comes around goes around
I always look out and help a brother when he's down
And out, like a boyscout
Brothers always shout, "Good lookin' out, Show"
Yeah, without a doubt

But don't try to take advantage
I'll just leave you alone instead of putting that ass in bandages
Signing off is Show B I Z
And next up is A.G., he likes his pockets F A T

I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat

Check it out, yo, A.G. is living fat in the mental
In other words, can I get a soul clap?
Diggin' in the crates for something smooth
Showbiz & A.G., yo money, we make the party groove

And I'm a top-notch competitor, carrying dough like a treasurer
Getting pussy, oh, that's regular, but the sex, I never take
'Cause if that bitch screams rape
Like Mike Tyson, I'm upstate

And you know that's a fact, black
So if she says no, that means no and that's that
No matter how cute or how desperate
(Hey, yo, she gotta get the boot)
Yeah, she gotta see the exit
But I'm not mad, I didn't hit it
I just dial seven digits and some skins, that's with it

Bones in the closet, that's my logic
You gotta be smart and keep a down low in the projects
Watch your step and take it easy
Or act like Stevie Wonder because you know you can't see me
Don't sniff no coke but I might drink a brew or even two
(Andre the Giant, not you)

Yeah, wrecking MCs with just my demo
And pulling all the cuties with no problemo
That's right, 'cause I'm a gamer
Your girl let you for me, A.G., I don't blame her
Step back, get your sticks and your bats
Now you step up because my pockets are fat

I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat

It's time to take brothers from the corner
Clean up they act and give 'em a chance to do what the wanna
I'm not trying to be a bum with a 40
That's not my style, I gotta work hard like Naughty

By nature, you should understand
To get yours in this land, you gotta work for yours, black man
You think it's easy because I rap?
So don't ask me for a dollar, motherfucker, you ain't handicapped

And if you was, you'd still have the chance
Look how I flip, ain't this a bitch? Now I'm making you dance
Yeah, it's Show B I Z from your neighbor H double O D
I R A P because I wanna stay fat

To keep clothes on my back and you know, I never slack
For all the bums that said that I forgot where I came from
Eating crumbs on the corner in the slums
I'm hungry enough to grow fangs

Here's a dollar, go to the store but give me back my fucking change
I'm not trying to spend on so called friends
Not even with skins, put that bullshit to an end
So fuck the groupies on tour, I'm trying to make a million dollars
Some shit I never saw before, so save that bullshit for later

And when I'm large
Hoes give me head on an escalator
Yeah, I like to flow, I'm Show B I Z
A.K.A. Mr. F A T

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That'S How You Like It - Lyrics - Dangerously In Love - Beyonce Knowles

Title: That'S How You Like It
Album: Dangerously In Love
Artist: Beyonce Knowles
Composer(s): Eldra Debarge, Beyonce Knowles, William R Debarge, Shawn Carter, Etterlene Jordan, Delroy Andrews, Brian Bridgeman

Lyric:
That's how you like it, huh, that's how you like it, huh
That's how you like it, huh, that's how I like it, baby
That's how you like it, huh, that's how you like it, huh
That's how you like it, huh, that's how I like it, baby

That's how you like it, huh, that's how you like it, huh
That's how you like it, huh, that's how I like it, baby
That's how you like it, huh, that's how you like it, huh
That's how you like it, huh, that's how I like it, baby

I need a thug that'll have my back, do-rag, Nike Airs to match
Ain't nothin' wrong with that, that's how I like it, baby
Where my thugs at? White T-shirt, I love that
Timberland boots, you does that, it's a fact, that's how I like it, baby

I like the way you walk, the way you talk
The way you dress, the way you smile
I like the way you are, the way you ain't
I like your honesty, integrity, it levels me, so please don't ever change

That's how you like it, huh, that's how you like it, huh
That's how you like it, huh, that's how I like it, baby
That's how you like it, huh, that's how you like it, huh
That's how you like it, huh, that's how I like it, baby

That's how you like it, huh, that's how you like it, huh
That's how you like it, huh, that's how I like it, baby
That's how you like it, huh, that's how you like it, huh
That's how you like it, huh, that's how I like it, baby

I like the way you brush your hair, I like the stylish clothes you wear
It's just the real things you do that's why I wanna stick with you
Where my girls at? Let them know we love that
Sexy way they does that, you did that, that's how I like it, baby

I hope you like my style, the way I dress
The way I flirt, say yes
I hope you like my mind, the things I say
If I'm with you, then I'm with only you my loyalty will never, ever change

That's how you like it, huh, that's how you like it, huh
That's how you like it, huh, that's how I like it, baby
That's how you like it, huh, that's how you like it, huh
That's how you like it, huh, that's how I like it, baby

That's how you like it, huh, that's how you like it, huh
That's how you like it, huh, that's how I like it, baby
That's how you like it, huh, that's how you like it, huh
That's how you like it, huh, that's how I like it, baby

I know you've heard I'm a gangsta
They say stay away from them gangstaz
They never change up, or pull they pants up
Well, baby girl, put ya foot down, don't let 'em push you around

You know what you like
Baby thug, you know wrong from right
You done felt grown before this can't be what it feel like
And they don't really know whatcha feel like, for instance

They don't know the difference between real life
And the music videos and the raggedy magazines
They have it badder than he seems
All they see is my baggy jeans, my attitude

I ain't mad at you, it's just my Clyde
Way I wear my hat to the side
Way I lean real low when I ride
That's why my minds, they like my walk

My accent from New York
My way of thinking is slightly off
They like the way he floss
Leave the block on a bike, he come back on a Porsche

But of course
Most of all, they like my honesty, integrity, my loyalty
Young Hovah and the letter B
How you like that, huh?

That's how you like it, huh, that's how you like it, huh
That's how you like it, huh, that's how I like it, baby
That's how you like it, huh, that's how you like it, huh
That's how you like it, huh, that's how I like it, baby

That's how you like it, huh, that's how you like it, huh
That's how you like it, huh, that's how I like it, baby
That's how you like it, huh, that's how you like it, huh
That's how you like it, huh, that's how I like it, baby

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Cuban Necktie - Lyrics - Skull & Bones - Cypress Hill

Title: Cuban Necktie
Album: Skull & Bones
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis M. Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud

Lyric:
I do it to ya all like in your earhole, 'cause
I'ma "Goodfella" just like Deniro, punk
I'm a ten, you just a fucking zero, huh
I get your woman off like Robbie Shapiro, what
You want jellyroll son, I'm a hero, oh
You're on your knees on my dick like a clit hoe then
You say you hate me but you follow my carrer though huh
Wanna see a trick I make you disappear yo, yo
I make it hotter than a fuckin' inferno
Wanna test you comin up shorter than DeVito
I'll scar your face when I cut you like Pacino
You gamble with your life inside of my "Casino"
Hold up I'm runnin shit just like Gambino
I got the hogs sweatin' more than Bob Barino
I switch tongue buenos caso me camino
Then I switch it back 'cause in that style I swing yo
Beat your head like a drumSPANISH
I sit back simply pretend I'm regal
Slay you any style yeah whatever type of lingo
I'm a "Natural Rhyme Killer" like Tarrantino, yeah

Run your mouth, with your chest out
Go get you a wreck check, dealt with real quick
All that fake tough guy shit, rough guy shit
All that rah rah shit, go get your neck slit

Call me breakin' think you know my nigga Dino
With the Ratpack nigga sippin on vino
I give it to you double XXL like Chino
I'm the eastsidah who's reppin Angelino's
I know you trippin but I'm due another single, ha
Treat the music like my honey got a wrinkle, yeah
I'm the mushroom?
You couldn't hang with a joint from Domingo's
So, you gotta make room when you hear my jingle
Like I crack your head with the bat, big bambino style
You smoked out there in San Bernadino
We fuck shit up with the harcore steelo
Bandito, light your lighter then a key lo
I'm megachron got you wet like a Primo
Cancerous rhyme now that you needin chemo
Peace to my fam out in El Cerino
That's right punk,?
Better watch your back, who's pilin up cochinos

Run your mouth, with your chest out
Go get you a wreck check, dealt with real quick
All that fake tough guy shit, rough guy shit
All that rah rah shit, go get your neck slit

Run your mouth, with your chest out
Go get you a wreck check, dealt with real quick
All that fake tough guy shit, rough guy shit
All that rah rah shit, go get your neck slit

Killin niggas like a Sicilian named Gino
When your numbers up all my nigga yell regal
You a fine woman, was a fine Phillipino, then
She looked good in the black Benzino, yeah
Yo' style's not yours like Doritos
With the fabulous fall just like the Beatles
Platinum dust oh now you wanna sprinkle, well
I clown niggas much more than Melenko's, heh
For all the wild ones and all my vecino's
Never get your ass caught up with a stank hoe
Pussy weigh deeper than a big fucking ?zinko?
Don't be mad I'm lookin out for my amigo
You wanna copy my style go to Kinko's
Watch me reload it just like Carlito
My style so dope they should label it illegal
You want beef then I call my nigga Steebo
Whip your ass up just like Niccoleo
Sayin my name burst your mark like "Tapateo!", punk
You can't deal with it, you can't deal with it
You can't deal with it, it's Cypress Hill with it

Run your mouth, with your chest out
Go get you a wreck check, dealt with real quick
All that fake tough guy shit, rough guy shit
All that rah rah shit, go get your neck slit

Run your mouth, with your chest out
Go get you a wreck check, dealt with real quick
All that fake tough guy shit, rough guy shit
All that rah rah shit, go get your neck slit

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Standing Ovation - Lyrics - The Ultimate Victory - Chamillionaire

Title: Standing Ovation
Album: The Ultimate Victory
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Kurt Douglas Carr, Daniel Johnson, Hakeem T Seriki

Lyric:
Now that I've got dough in my pockets
And a whole lot of profits, seems like everybody loves me
It feels great, seems like everybody loves me
A round of applause for the cause, thank you, thank you

Used to treat me like the bad guy from Houston
And the media was like Darth Vader
People turnin' like turntables
Stay crossin' over like cross faders

Try to switch up teams, like ball playas
So our enemies are like our neighbors
Keep 'em close, yeah very close
Most of my folks are still on papers

You can work or you can have the work
But we makin' more than all of y'all wages
Motivation, makes hustlas make ya
So we successful because y'all made us

Used to not, give a flyin' eff
When they greeted us with that one finga
Whole world jumped on the tip
And we hit the switch and sat on swangaz

In the hood they say y'all famous
Grindin' hard, so we can ball later
They be like damn, that boy made it
If they say I didn't, that's wrong data

First the braud, would try to say I'm fraud
See me pull that waud and that braud changes
Callin' me, she wanna be on the team
And now she's mad because I'm ignorin' pagers

Boys thinkin' that they can serve me
Y'all actin' like y'all waiters
Same ones who used to walk pass me
We was underground, but now we on majors

Keep speakin', beggin' for a beat
And I'll tell the streets to give that boy a favor
Turn 'em purple blue and red, all flavors
I got a message for all haters

Headed to the top and there ain't no way to stop it
And I sho' ain't forgot when everybody used to judge me
Now that I got dough in my pockets and a whole lot of profit
Seems like everybody loves me

I know you like my style, I know you like my style
I know you love the way I put it down
I made it through the hatin', so when you see me shinin'
Gimme a standing ovation

I was bouncin' back like ping-pong
Ridin' became the new theme song
Beatin' on my chest like I'm King Kong
When I broke the record for the ring tones

You ever seen a platinum plaque
That look like that then you seen wrong
Better sit back and relax
'Cause my platinum reign is gonna sing long

And I don't blame boys for hatin'
Because they wasn't patient
And they didn't know the plan
I knew that something had them shakin

It was gonna bubble like a Coca Cola can
And I shook it up like a soda can
My wallet is over flowin' man
Now my potential is unlimited
Like the minutes on my Motorola plan

Accountants and lawyers
I got big business, managers
Chamillitary is an Enterprise
Is you ready to ride? Is you a fan or what?

Sound scannin' in Africa
Sound scannin' in Canada
We don't play, yeah VMAs
It can't get any better, can it huh?

And I know it's hard to stay humble
They really thought I threw a fumble
I could of caught that through the trees
While runnin' right into the jungle

Could of been little Mugsy Bee
Turn her back into Mutumble
Would of still been a victory for me
You win, then they'll say they love you

I know you like my style, I know you like my style
I know you love the way I put it down
I made it through the hatin', so when you see me shinin'
Gimme a standing ovation

Let's give a cheers
To everyone who thought I'd disappear
Thought that every word I said
Was a subliminal shot to disappear

Now I'm in a different gear
No beef, no hate, no dissin' here
You must of been drunk to doubt me
You obviously didn't miss a beer

I used to argue about everythin'
With folks that just didn't hear
Realized, I was wastin' words
Like whisperin' in a missin' ear

I say it good and real
They tellin' me it isn't clear
My two eyes just didn't tear
'Cause weakness is what I didn't feel

It's a better result than last time
But this grind, it's a different year
I really should be commended
For what I've accomplished, give a cheer

Now matter fact, I take that back
Hold your applause for the sequel
We haven't gotten to the part
Where they try to cheat you

Chamillitary
You're a genius, you're a genius

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God Gave Me Style - Lyrics - Massacre - 50 Cent

Title: God Gave Me Style
Album: Massacre
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Theresa G Mc Faddin, Leonard Caston, Khari Cain, Curtis James Jackson

Lyric:
God gave me style, God gave me grace
God give me style, God give me grace
God put a smile on my face
God put this smile on my face

God make me shine like the sun
God make me shine like the sun
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one

It ain't my fault, I just reach for style
I'm hot, I breaks it down
It ain't my fault, you can't break it down
The way I break it down

Listen, you can call me what you want, black an' ugly
But you can't convince me the Lord don't love me
When my CDs drop, they sell the best
You call it luck, why can't it just be I'm blessed?

I'm a track star runnin' through life, chasin' my dreams
Best deal I made was tradin' the mic for that triple beam
I zone off thinkin' is there really Heaven or Hell
If so what happens to a changed man that dies in a cell?

I need no answers to these questions 'cause time will tell
Got a date with destiny, she's more than a girl
Don't much good come from me but my music
It's a gift given from God, so Imma use it, yeah

God gave me style, God gave me grace
God give me style, God give me grace
God put a smile on my face
God put this smile on my face

God make me shine like the sun
God make me shine like the sun
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one

It ain't my fault, I just reach for style
I'm hot, I breaks it down
It ain't my fault, you can't break it down
The way I break it down

Some days I'm in the crowd, all by myself
Bunch of niggaz around, I'm still by myself
I drift off on a cloud by myself
Thinkin' 'bout nothin' more than life, what else?

These days it's hard to tell who really cares for me
So when you hear this song, you should say a prayer for me
I put a message in my music, hope it brightens your day
If times are hard when you hear it, know you'll be okay

A O.G. told me, ?God's favorites have a hard time
You're out the hood, that's good, now stay on the grind?
I'm a sponge, knowledge an' wisdom, I absorb fast
I'm in a class by myself, you do the math

God gave me style, God gave me grace
God give me style, God give me grace
God put a smile on my face
God put this smile on my face

God make me shine like the sun
God make me shine like the sun
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one

It ain't my fault, yeah, shout out to Reverend Floyd Flake
It ain't my fault, Creflo Dollar, CD Jake
Ms. Chevetti Allah, is here shorty, feels good
Oh yeah, can't forget Bishop Moore 'cause my mama key on me

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