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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Cowgirl (Lil' Mama) - Lyrics - Oh Aaron - Aaron Carter

Title: Cowgirl (Lil' Mama)
Album: Oh Aaron
Artist: Aaron Carter
Composer(s): Todd M Muhammad, Todd Terrell

Lyric:
Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, lil' mama
Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, lil' mama
Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, I met myself a cowgirl
What she want? Put me on

Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, lil' mama
Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, lil' mama
Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, I met myself a cowgirl
What she want? Put me on

Okay, this is how it went down
Sunday afternoon with the fellas at the play ground
Chillin', my father honked his horn at me
Said, I have a show in Texas and I gotta leave

Texas, wow! I've never been
Maybe I can find a new hang out friend
Anyway, packin' up my bags on my way
Signing autographs as I run to catch the plane

I seen her, chubby cheeks with long braids
Cute face, same age, she played hard to get
As I offered out my name, she just walked away
With a smile, oh, my little cowgirl

Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, lil' mama
Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, lil' mama
Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, I met myself a cowgirl
What she want? Put me on

Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, lil' mama
Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, lil' mama
Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, I met myself a cowgirl
What she want? Put me on

Okay, now the plane landed
She's been on my mind so much I can't stand it
My manger kept rushin' me to go
I tried to look for her, I'd give a ticket to the show

I thought, I see a cowboy hat but everyone was ready
And our luggage was packed
Hesitant for leavin' my heaven sent cowgirl
We ran off to the hotel

As I practice in the hotel lobby
She was on my mind full time
The fellas tryin' to cheer me up
I came down with a case of Puppy Love

I went back to havin' fun, dancin' makes ya thirsty
Plus, it was time for lunch at the hotel restaurant
Order me some burgers and fries
Then to my surprise, walked in my cowgirl

Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, lil' mama
Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, lil' mama
Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, I met myself a cowgirl
What she want? Put me on

Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, lil' mama
Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, lil' mama
Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, I met myself a cowgirl
What she want? Put me on

Break it down, little lady
Break it down, little lady
Break it down
I met myself a cowgirl, put me on

Break it down, little lady
Break it down, little lady
Break it down
I met myself a cowgirl, put me on

And now I'm on the stage
Performing in front of a capacity
The screamin' guys and screamin' girls
But still no sign of my cowgirl

As I head to the other front part of the stage
There she stood, with a smile on her face
My cowgirl, took her by the hand
Brought her on stage and I started to dance
With my cowgirl

Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, lil' mama
Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, lil' mama
Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, I met myself a cowgirl
What she want? Put me on

Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, lil' mama
Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, lil' mama
Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, I met myself a cowgirl
What she want? Put me on

Lil' mama, I met my self a cowgirl, put me on
Lil' mama, I met my self a cowgirl

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G-Slide Tour Bus - Lyrics - VYP: Voice of the Young People - Lil' Mama

Title: G-Slide Tour Bus
Album: VYP: Voice of the Young People
Artist: Lil' Mama
Composer(s): Lukasz Gottwald, Darrell Andre Howard, Niatia Jessica Kirkland, Brian Singleton, Maurice Wilson

Lyric:
If my sister tour bus ride through your town
You're gonna have a problem, tell 'em, Lil Mama

Uh uh, no way, you can show me how
Uh uh, no way, you can show me how
Uh uh, no way, you can show me how
You can show me how to G-slide

Lil Mama tour bus might ride through your town
Take her time, show you how to do the G-slide
Let me show you how to G-slide
Let's go

Lil Mama get it poppin' put in work G-slide for me
Hey, G-slide with me
Hey, G-slide with me

Lil Mama get it poppin' put in work G-slide for me
Hey, G-slide with me
Hey, G-slide with me

When I bump up on the track it's like whoop there it is
From the block parties to house parties I gets it in
Imma bump my business and that's exactly what I meant
Young beast from the east so you know I puts it in

I'm that ghetto gorgeous gangsta girl
About to fly east line national
By the way that I bounce on the track
You ain't never see a girl like this, oh no

My whole scene fly high, we ride until we die
Run into dudes who be yappin' and always tryin' to get by
But I don't hear, it goes in one ear and out the other
Told him how to G-slide and he told his mother
Get, get down big Mama, I can dig it, you got it
But when my track starts to G a stampede startin'

Lil Mama tour bus might ride through your town
Take her time, show you how to do the G-slide
Let me show you how to G-slide
Let's go

Lil Mama get it poppin' put in work G-slide for me
Hey, G-slide with me
Hey, G-slide with me

Lil Mama get it poppin' put in work G-slide for me
Hey, G-slide with me
Hey, G-slide with me

New shirt, new kicks, new pants
G-slide's the new dance
No auto maw, we live in the new times
Lil Ma was the artist for me is the new grime

More money, more money, more shine
She the princess of the city, I'm her son, boy Shine
Chocolate dimes, shorty got cake like, uh
Duncan Hines, come on G-slide baby

They be callin' me T in the hood 'cause I bring the pain daddy
And when its time to hold it down I make it rain daddy
That mean you got to feel me 'cause I might make it flood
And if your G-slide slow you better pick it up

G-slide with me, be shy do it
See shorty lookin' at me from the side viewin'
I'm 'bout to pick him up and show him how to do it
Slide right, slide left, take your time

Lil Mama tour bus might ride through your town
Take her time, show you how to do the G-slide
Let me show you how to G-slide
Let's go

Lil Mama get it poppin', yeah stand on the streets so the people yell
Just lookin' at me like no fair, I'm here, no fair
And my heart for none of you girls, I bet you verse me make no losses
I switch verses like sauces like prego so be cautious

She so hot when I bubble I'm bound to poppin'
And if you tip, try to touch you might end up with red spots
When it's hot, then it's hot, if it ain't, then it's not
No way you gonna come for this numero uno spot

'Cause I spot little creatures trying to turn beast, go feast
They vegetarians, I'm red meat
And it's no way they could see me while I do it for TV
In the hood, in the hood is probably where my bus be

Lil Mama tour bus might ride through your town
Take her time, show you how to do the G-slide
Let me show you how to G-slide

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Sorry Lil' Mama - Lyrics - I Need Mine $$ - Lil' Flip

Title: Sorry Lil' Mama
Album: I Need Mine $$
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Carlos Hassan, Sandy Lal, Joseph Mcveigh, Curtis Stewart, Wesley Weston

Lyric:
Sorry, lil' mama, I gotta go
Not tryna' hit and run ya but I got another show
It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four
Give me them digits and a later date, I'll fuck with you some more

Meanwhile rollin' on chrome, every lil' mama
I run into wanna take me home
Tryna' give 'em all a fair share because they all want this bone
So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam
I'm just tryna' get some dome

Yeah, now if you rollin' with me come now
I'm a gangsta I'll never put my gun down
I can't drive, girl, 'cause I'm high
I see ya belly ring plus you got a butterfly

Twenty eights when I roll out
Ten clear coats on my gold drop
What's yo name? Where you from, girl?
I got a presidential suite, you can come, girl

I got Cris by the case load
What the hell, ya ,baby, daddy in my face for?
Now I'm reachin' for my waist so
We got chicks in every state, woah

Sorry, lil' mama, I gotta go
Not tryna' hit and run ya but I got another show
It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four
Give me them digits and a later date, I'll fuck with you some more

Meanwhile rollin' on chrome, every lil' mama
I run into wanna take me home
Tryna' give 'em all a fair share because they all want this bone
So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam
I'm just tryna' get some dome

Huh, the whip paid fo', she starin' at my watch
I'm like, ?What you in my face for??
Oh, she heard of rider gang, she wanna ride a gangsta
Ride with a gangsta, I'm a type of gangsta

It ain't 'bout the fame, she just diggin' my nature
It ain't 'bout the change, she said, ?I want the paper?
I'm feelin' ya style and ya classy ways
I want my child in ya stomach but not havin' my baby

Anyway I'm a one night stand man
And after this night I'm a dump you like a trash can
Like I set you on fire I can put you out
I was ya gas can and I can be ya water spout

Sorry, lil' mama, I gotta go
Not tryna' hit and run ya but I got another show
It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four
Give me them digits and a later date, I'll fuck with you some more

Meanwhile rollin' on chrome, every lil' mama
I run into wanna take me home
Tryna' give 'em all a fair share because they all want this bone
So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam
I'm just tryna' get some dome

Yeah, I gotta Sprint and a T Mobile and a Nextel phone
And all three of 'em ringin' from bad ass bitches that wanna bone
Take one or two calls, take one to the telly and take one home
Cuttin' corners barely missin' the curb, tryin' not to break her bone

I'm sittin' on choppa eighty-threes and fresh ass meat
A nigga tried to jack me for 'em so I opened up his chest last week
I'm rude as a mothafucker but I get nice when I receive head
Might fall off for a minute but I get back right when I receive bread

Talk up on somethin' short and thick, go straight to the bed with it
But on the low, low 'cause someones always watchin' like a Fed visit
Crucify the coochie then cut a couple of corners
Cruisin' with me in the Bentley soon as I borrow ya

Sorry, lil' mama, I gotta go
Not tryna' hit and run ya but I got another show
It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four
Give me them digits and a later date, I'll fuck with you some more

Meanwhile rollin' on chrome, every lil' mama
I run into wanna take me home
Tryna' give 'em all a fair share because they all want this bone
So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam
I'm just tryna' get some dome

Now if you're rollin' with me come now
Now if you're rollin' with me come now

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Disco Inferno - Lyrics - Massacre - 50 Cent

Title: Disco Inferno
Album: Massacre
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Teriake Crawford, Curtis Jackson, Phillip Pitts

Lyric:
Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl

Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl

Go, go, go, 50 in the house, bounce
Y'all already know what I'm about
The flow sound sick over Dre drums, nigga
I ain't stupid, I see Doc then my doe come quicker

Shorty hips is hypnotic, she moves it so erotic
Girl watch, I'm like bounce that ass, girl
I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here
Front in here, we'll thump in here

So gutter, so ghetto, so hood
So gully, so grimey, what's good?
Outside the Benz on dubs, I'm in the club wit the snub
Don't start nothin', there won't be nothin'

Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl

Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl

Let's party, everybody stand up
Everybody put your hands up
Let's party, everybody bounce wit me
Some champagne and burn a little greenery

It's hot, disco inferno, let's go
You're now rockin' wit a pro
I get dough to flip dough, to get more for sho'
Get my drink on then get on the dance floor

Look homie, I don't dance, all I do it this
It's the same two step wit a lil' twist
Listen punk, I ain't new to this, I'm true to this
Pay attention boy, I'll teach you how to do this shit

You mix a little Goose wit a little Dom Perignon
And a little Hennessy, you know we fin' to carry on
I'm hollerin' at these shorties in the club tryin' to get right
We gon' be up in this, bitch till we break daylight

Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl

Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl

You see me shinin', lit up wit diamonds
'Cause I stay grindin'
Homie, you can catch me swoopin'
Bentley Coupe and switchin' lanes

If you see me rollin', you know I'm holdin'
I'm 'bout my paper, yeah
Nigga, I'm serious, I ain't playin'
I'll embed it in your brain, I'm off the chain, G Unit

Next level now, turn it up a notch
Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot
Front on me, oh no, you know I'm loco
Hands up on the dance floor, okay let's go

Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl

Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl

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Throwed - Lyrics - Exclusive - Chris Brown

Title: Throwed
Album: Exclusive
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Bryan Michael Paul Cox, Donnie Scantlebury, Adonis Shropshire, Christopher Mauric Brown, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
Yeah, you know being from Virginia
I gotta go back to my roots
The whole go, go thang, BC, what?s up?
Virginia, you already know how we ?bout to do it
Let?s go, yes sir

Been sittin? here for an hour talkin?
But we ain't sayin? nothin?
I ain't even trippin?, mama, that?s cool
No better way to waste time than with you

Ain't that a trip ?cause usually I do my thing and I dip
But she got me wanna stick around for the second show
Have her do her thing on the stage for me once more

And I?m like, ooh, I can't wait for us to be alone
So tell me, tell me what you say, ma?
You've been keepin? it 100 up to this far
So what you wanna do?

I?m tryin? to give it but I?m losing my cool
?Cause shawty, you got me thrown
Thrown off, lil? mama, she got thrown
Thrown off, lil? mama, she got thrown

Now I can't say all the things I wanna say
But your body is a problem for me
And I put shame on a man that walked away
But I?m bettin? that you?ll hear it from me

That?s real ?cause usually I can't express how I feel
It?s like I?m in my favorite scene on a movie screen
Diamond studded tee, crown holdin? my Spike Lee's

And I?m like whoa, I can't wait for us to be alone
So tell me, tell me what you say, ma?
You've been keepin? it 100 up to this far
So what you wanna do?

I?m tryna give it but I?m losing my cool
?Cause shawty, you got me thrown
Thrown off, lil? mama, she got thrown
Thrown off, lil? mama, she got thrown

Girl, you got that knock, I hear it down the block
And if I get a chance, guaranteed, I keep it hot
I gotta get you locked so, baby, pick your feet up
I'm just my two-seater, holla if you hear me now

Girl, you got that knock, I hear it down the block
And if I get a chance, guaranteed, I keep it hot
I gotta get you locked so, baby, pick your feet up
I'm just my two-seater, holla if you hear me now

And I?m like, ooh, I can't wait for us to be alone
So tell me, tell me what you say, ma?
You've been keepin? it 100 up to this far
So what you wanna do?

I?m tryin? to give it but I?m losing my cool
?Cause shawty, you got me thrown
Thrown off, lil? mama, she got thrown
Thrown off, lil? mama, she got thrown

Yes sir, two up, two down
Holla at me, it?s all about you
We out, let?s go
Got me feelin? like, hey, hey, hey, hey

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I Luv Your Girl - Lyrics - Lovehate - The Dream

Title: I Luv Your Girl
Album: Lovehate
Artist: The Dream
Composer(s): Christopher Stewart, Terius Youngdell Nash

Lyric:
We up in the club
I see her do her thing
You might wanna rap
But she?ll make ya sing
See I was on her
But she was on him
She all up on my thing
I got my thing on her hip

She ATL pop, don?t know how to act
She left for one song
And came right back
Grindin? on me the rest of the night
Her man start muggin?
He can see it in my eye

Lil? mama so hood
I luv your girl
Lil? mama stay fly
I luv your girl
Wife beater with the denim
I luv your girl
She keeps them heels on high
I luv your girl

Man, look at shawty roll
I luv your girl
Man, look at shawty go
I luv your girl
I?m sorry I got it in for your girl, your girlfriend

She run her fingers through her hair
He tryin? to call her over there
But she like f*** that n****
She droppin? down to the floor
I?m like shawty you should go
But she like f*** that n****
Call it envy, I want her on me
All up in my head
And now she in my bed

Me and lil? shawty in the back
Talking ?bout this, talking ?bout that
I got her on Patron, she actin? all bad
Your girl chose me, don?t be mad

Kelly told ya?ll don?t bring ?em in the club
The way she rock that, got the boy in love
And I pray that ya?ll ain?t serious
'Cause seriously she?s on my d***

Lil? mama so hood
I luv your girl
Lil? mama stay fly
I luv your girl
Wife beater with the denim
I luv your girl
She keeps them heels on high
I luv your girl

Man, look at shawty roll
I luv your girl
Man, look at shawty go
I luv your girl
I?m sorry I got it in for your girl, your girlfriend

She run her fingers through her hair
He tryin? to call her over there
But she like f*** that n****
She droppin? down to the floor
I?m like shawty you should go
But she like f*** that n****
Call it envy, I want her on me
All up in my head
And now she in my bed

Usually you won?t see me hate on another dude
My heart got me up in here willing to separate you from your boo
She on me, and I?m on her
We walkin? out the club
Shawty what?s up?
Mmm, I want her in the worst way
Plus I just found out that it?s her birthday

Lil? mama so hood
I luv your girl
Lil? mama stay fly
I luv your girl
Wife beater with the denim
I luv your girl
She keeps them heels on high
I luv your girl

Man, look at shawty roll
I luv your girl
Man, look at shawty go
I luv your girl
I?m sorry I got it in for your girl, your girlfriend

She run her fingers through her hair
He tryin? to call her over there
But she like f*** that n****
She droppin? down to the floor
I?m like shawty you should go
But she like f*** that n****
Call it envy, I want her on me
All up in my head
And now she in my bed

Part of me feels so bad
But, ooh not that bad
The situation got you mad
I would be too
'Cause, damn she?s bad
Damn she?s bad, bad, bad, bad
Damn she?s bad, bad, bad, bad

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Make It Hot - Lyrics - VYP: Voice of the Young People - Lil' Mama

Title: Make It Hot
Album: VYP: Voice of the Young People
Artist: Lil' Mama
Composer(s): James Chambers, M Hunter, N Kirkland

Lyric:
I, I came to put it down
Straight from New York to the A-Town
Haters wanna see me down
I ain't even put, put, put it down

But when I'm flippin' the script and they gon' be like, oh
And if I skip 'em or chip 'em they gon' be like, no
'Cause when I'm spittin' they sittin' 'cause they already know
This real music I make it hot

It's Lil Mama, Voice Of The Young People
Mouthpiece for the young breeze so slow ya speed, whoa
I'm about that fetty, about that that dough, about that flow
After me that's as far as it goes

'Cause Lil Mama got whips and chains
The only time you see butts is at a Tampa, Milwaukee game
Been G'd up since Hope was slain
So you doubt me, you doubt ya brain

Must, must be insane to ever thinkin' that
A chick like B could ever ever see a chick like me, that's crazy
And if you ever thought that it might be
Then you betta step ya J O B up baby

Been crazy since I was a baby
Now ya girl switch write bars and spit crazy
Let the whole world know I gets crazy
With the music I make it hot

I, I came to put it down
Straight from New York to the A-Town
Haters wanna see me down
I ain't even put, put, put it down

But when I'm flippin' the script and they gon' be like, oh
And if I skip 'em or chip 'em they gon' be like, no
'Cause when I'm spittin' they sittin' 'cause they already know
This real music I make it hot

Hot, hot, my lyrics be poppin'
Oh, how I could just spit it so sloppy?
The way that I be rockin' they probably think I'm cocky
But they don't know about me, I grab it 'til I lock it down

They pointin' fingers and chose me 'cause I'm a hold it down
I'm spittin' records and bet this you can't control it now
They spinnin' records and notice that I'ma hold it down
This real music I make it pop

Pop, pop dough school, pro tool
Get in the booth and I'ma show you how a pro do
Me to you whom, not even I could stand up when I
Why try look, my eyes don't lie

I don't see nobody close as I
I been lookin' through my peripheral vision
And I start to wonder hypnoses is I
Nobody as nice as I remember that I, I, I

I, I came to put it down
Straight from New York to the A-Town
Haters wanna see me down
I ain't even put, put, put it down

But when I'm flippin' the script and they gon' be like, oh
And if I skip 'em or chip 'em they gon' be like, no
'Cause when I'm spittin' they sittin' 'cause they already know
This real music I make it hot

It's Lil Mama, Voice Of The Young People
This real music I make it hot
It's Lil Mama

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Lil Mama - Lyrics - Hood Rich - Big Tymers

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

Lyric:
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Lil Mama you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Now you're lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it, you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it, that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it, that ain't the shit

See the story take place in the back of the club
About this shorty that I know and we gone call her "Young Love"
See lil one like Pa, he was the neighborhood baller
Gucci and Lucci drove a candy and prowler
One more thing I forgot to tell
Young one sixteen bro and she burning like hell
Wait a minute, yo it's my fault, Pa was 26
Now back to the story bout' the little lost chick

Your man got lil one in the V.I.P.
With his hands in her pants going "You're so sexy"
Your not dumb but your young, you'll believe what your hearing
You gone sex off the X and your homies cheering
What's even sadder you don't even know what you're doing
Hey young world your whole life's ruined
But what you don't know gonna hurt you tonight
You didn't use a rubber and Pa ain't right

Lil Mama you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Now you're lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it, you need to quit
When you drop it, drop it, drop it, that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it, that ain't the shit

Man chill in Miami lil head in the projects
On the passenger side with Tammy in the drop Lexus
Me and Fresh at the light in S500 on dub deuces
Bumping some old Cash Money
Got 10 round my neck, 20 on my wrist
Million dollar nut, million dollar kiss
Pull up in the Lexus, sipping on Don P
Hold on Fresh let me get back to this story

Her Sheila freak dealers that only drive Benz
Her mamma said "My daughters gonna end up in the pen"
But wodie Sheila'll fuck for ends and clothing
She thought she made more money from tricking and hoing
But when her nigga scored the dope she held the stacks
And when that nigga hit the club they be full of that yak
She a hard headed, with a diamond in her tongue
With a tattoo on her ass saying, "Come get some"

Lil Mama you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Now you're lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it, you need to quit
When you drop it, drop it, drop it, that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it, that ain't the shit

Now Stone told me, "Stunna, Kisha wasn't right,
After the Hot Boys had her I fucked the same night"
Now Kisha from Miami ran with Lisa and Candy
Met her at Coco's on the hot strip dancing
Now Trick Daddy told me that mom's new clique
But my lil partner Damian wanted to raw-dog the bitch
I'm a three stunna blinder, pop X with them chicks
I'm full of the white trying to down this bitch

Slow it down, hold it up, get back to your class
Act your age lil mamma stop shaking your ass
Big wheels, X pills, whatcha know bout' that?
Got the old nigga name tattooed on your back
Bet your mamma don't know that you're fucking and shit
And ever since yay high you've been getting a dick
But it's your life and it's your biz
Four different baby-daddies get it how you live

Lil Mama you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Now you're lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it, you need to quit
When you drop it, drop it, drop it, that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it, that ain't the shit, papa

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It'S Alright - Lyrics - Blood Money - Mobb Deep

Title: It'S Alright
Album: Blood Money
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Willie Harris, Wayne Maurice Henderson, Gregory Rayfield Matta, Mary J Blige, Curtis James Jackson, Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
M J B, M O B B Fifty, it's alright
Your love's in 187 baby it's alright, it's alright
When we beefin' we ain' speakin'
Feels like I'm dyin' inside but it's alright
Forget the trials and tribulations you been through in your life
Come to me runnin' trust me baby I make it right

You with me lil' mama, let's breeze lil' mama
We start with a lil' bit and take it to a lotta that
Love gettin' hotter you can if you wanna
Have it all it's yours just ask and you got it

The trillion cuts, the Audi and Porsche trucks
I do these things for you 'cuz you my done
Girl, feel special 'cause I don't spend
Nuttin' but time with certain other broads I rip

You belong in minks, bracelets and rings
Not handcuffs forget about that locket chain
And just leave lil' mama, this P lil' mama
I ain't them, I'm me lil' mama

My baby, you crazy and I'm hooked
Your body right, your smile light up the room
That man you got, that nigga's a fool
Guess one man's trash is the next man's jewel

This is no way to live
(It's alright)
But it's just the way it is
(It's alright)

You got to understand
(It's alright)
That I never could trust a man
(It's alright)

But I got to let it go
(It's alright)
And stop livin' in the past
(It's alright)

(It's alright)
And give you a chance
(It's alright)
Give you a chance

When we first middle sex fif, knew that you was that chick
Wooly sayin' holla at her, whip sayin' girl get in
Remind me of a women that, I can have without the stress
Asked if she had a man, couldn't tell if no or yes

Hell, I just dipped her number and talked more
When I hit you one conversation, I knew that she had trust issues
Who the hell would do that, man cheated on her twice
Last one before that, found out homie had a wife

Looked so secure, but yet so delicate
Can't come back in the crib without a search for evidence
Baby girl, I ain't here to hurt you, here to protect and serve you
Ain't your fool model them other dudes don't deserve you

What you tryin' to do, scare me off and leave you low
Funny how you let it ring and never answer your phone
The accuser got me curious, I asked who it was
He like the 'Sold-a-soul' man, who the fuck you 'cuz? I'm out

This is no way to live
(It's alright)
But it's just the way it is
(It's alright)

You got to understand
(It's alright)
That I never could trust a man
(It's alright)

But I got to let it go
(It's alright)
And stop livin' in the past
(It's alright)

(It's alright)
And give you a chance
(It's alright)
Give you a chance

Every time I hurt you it's because of what someone else
Has done to me and I know it's not really fair
No I just can't trust you 'cuz I just got outta something
And I'm running, boy you know that I'm running scared

You treat me so good that it's just too good to be true
And I don't think that I really deserve
To be treated like a woman should
'Cuz I been so hurt in the past I'm still carryin' bags

This is no way to live
(It's alright)
But it's just the way it is
(It's alright)

You got to understand
(It's alright)
That I never could trust a man
(It's alright)

But I got to let it go
(It's alright)
And stop livin' in the past
(It's alright)

(It's alright)
And give you a chance
(It's alright)
Give you a chance

We can ball to the fullest baby
(It's alright, it's alright)
You can style if you want, go ahead stunt
(It's alright, it's alright)
If it's diamonds you like go ahead pick 'em up
(It's alright, it's alright)
Get the first Bentley spurs His & Hers
(It's alright, it's alright)

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Z - Show Me What You Got - Lyrics - Kingdom Come - Jay

Title: Z - Show Me What You Got
Album: Kingdom Come
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Eric T Sadler, Carlton Dougla Ridenhour, Johnny Pate, Hank Shocklee, Michael Mc Ewan, James Henry Boxley Iii

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Lyric:
This is a state of emergency
What you want me to do? I'm sorry, I'm back
Let's go get 'em, Just
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Show me what you got, lil' mama
Show me what you got, pretty lady
Show me what you got, shawty
Show me what you got, baby

Hands up and wave
(Show 'em what you got)
And wave
(Show 'em what you got)
And wave
(Show 'em what you got)
And wave

Give the drummer some
I already gave the summer some
It's the winter's turn, Hovi Hov is the coldest
I'm just gettin' better with time
I'm like Opus One Young
No two alike like a snowflake
Okay, show me what you got, babe

Words slurrin', engine purrin'
Mami frontin' but I'm so determined
Shots of Patron, now she in the zone
I ain't talkin' about the 2-3, mami in the zone
Like the homie 2-3, Jordan or James
Make no difference we all ballin' the same

I am the Mike Jordan of recordin'
You might wanna fall back from recordin'
The s*** that you write, it's not important
So it forced him to go for the hype
For bein' brave, they may applaud him

Well misery, I will assure them
Aw baby, just ignore them
Truth or dare, mami, listen and learn
I got a drop, I just took off the top
It's your turn

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Show me what you got, lil' mama
Show me what you got, pretty lady
Show me what you got, shawty
Show me what you got, baby
Hands up and wave and wave and wave and wave

Show me what you got, lil' mama
Show me what you got, pretty lady
Show me what you got, shawty
Show me what you got, baby

Hands up and wave
(Show 'em what you got)
And wave
(Show 'em what you got)
And wave
(Show 'em what you got)
And wave

H O V A, gold bottles of that ace of spade
Why the fool with these other guys? They all stingy
All these dudes know how to say is ?Gimme
Gimme some ***, gimme some brain
Gimme your number, gimme your name?

But if I get one night, baby girl, I swear
I'll make you tell these other dudes 'Gimme' got you here
I'll take you shoppin', take long trips
I'll take the cork off, you can take sips
I'll take you there, take my time
Take your clothes off, I'll take off mine

Ma, show me what you got
Hovi in the spot, try to told you I was hot
Tell these other dudes it's a wrap
Get the *** out the throne you clone, the king's back
Y'all got less than 2 months to get y'all thing together
Good luck

Show me what you got, lil' mama
Show me what you got, pretty lady
Show me what you got, shawty
Show me what you got, baby

Hands up and wave
(Show 'em what you got)
And wave
(Show 'em what you got)
And wave
(Show 'em what you got)
And wave

Show me what you got, lil' mama
Show me what you got, pretty lady
Show me what you got, shawty
Show me what you got, baby

Hands up and wave
(Show 'em what you got)
And wave
(Show 'em what you got)
And wave
(Show 'em what you got)
And wave

Ladies and gentlemen, the most incredible
H O, H O, he's back, Justin Blaze and The Blazettes
Rocafella Records, the Dynasty continues
Y'all die, peace

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Warzone - Lyrics - Pete Rock

Title: Warzone
Artist: Pete Rock
Composer(s): Lavonne Alford, Pete Phillips, Denosh Bennett

Lyric:
Get your drank on, get your smoke on
Get your dance on, skin tight pants on
Get your party on, get your holla on
Doogie-dance, lil' mama, get your party on

Get your groove on, get your yak on
If you game tight, playa, get your mack on
Get your thug on, get your buzz on
But don't forget we livin' in a warzone

Bouncers actin' like cops in the club
Mother fuck around and get dropped in the club
They don't play enough 2Pac in the club
The industry done made too pop in the club

That nigga don't need no mink in the club
15 Dollas for a drink in the club?
Got it like a fuckin precinct in the club
What do these motherfuckers think in the club, come on

Whole lotta ass in the club
Ballaz spend a lotta cash in the club
Whole lotta dro gettin' passed in the club
But them cameras got the zone blasted in the club

I don't even bring ID to the club
Why they need to know my government name in the club?
I ain't got no paper for a bar in the club
I already got drunk fore I came in the club, come on

Get your drank on, get your smoke on
Get your dance on, skin tight pants on
Get your party on, get your holla on
Doogie-dance, lil' mama, get your party on

Get your groove on, get your yak on
If you game tight, playa, get your mack on
Get your thug on, get your buzz on
But don't forget we livin' in a warzone

Everybody act like thugs in the club they get drug in the club
Blowed like Shyne in the club lost they mind in the club
Puffin off like thugs in the club
Spendin' up yo whole paycheck in the club
Don't get no respect in the club niggaz sell dro in the club
But we can't blow in the club that's why I don't go in the club

Get your drank on, get your smoke on
Get your dance on, skin tight pants on
Get your party on, get your holla on
Doogie-dance, lil' mama, get your party on

Get your groove on, get your yak on
If you game tight, playa, get your mack on
Get your thug on, get your buzz on
But don't forget we livin' in a warzone

Whole lotta ass in the club
Ballaz spend a lotta cash in the club
Whole lotta dro gettin' passed in the club
But them cameras got the zone blasted in the club

I don't even bring ID to the club
Why they need to know my government name in the club?
I ain't got no paper for a bar in the club
I already got drunk fore I came in the club, come on

Forget about the world outside in the club
You can run but you can't hide in the club
Dance to the government lies in the club
Fuck that, party all night in the club

Still dames got no rights in the club
Party by the disco lights in the club
We spend a lotta cash in the club
But we don't got it on smash in the club 'cause
(Come on)

Get your drank on, get your smoke on
Get your dance on, skin tight pants on
Get your party on, get your holla on
Doogie-dance, lil' mama, get your party on

Get your groove on, get your yak on
If you game tight, playa, get your mack on
Get your thug on, get your buzz on
But don't forget we livin' in a warzone

Everybody's girlfriend's eating in the club
Everybody's boyfriend's eating in the club
Niggaz got a shank in a boot in the club [unverified]
Ready to cut a secret ID from the hands in the club [unverified]

Like what is corrupt in the club niggaz buy weed in the club
Crackers buy coke in the club
Get high in the club then die in the club
But they gotta bring identify in the club

If you see me in the club give a pound and a hug
Show love I'm just another thug in the club
But you can't rub me the wrong way
We can get it one, sho nuff, in the club

We can take it out in the club what's it all about, nigga what?
Why the fuck I came in the club get fucked up in the club
Loose a lot of blood in the club why the fuck I came in the club?

Get your drank on, get your smoke on
Get your dance on, skin tight pants on
Get your party on, get your holla on
Doogie-dance, lil' mama, get your party on

Get your groove on, get your yak on
If you game tight, playa, get your mack on
Get your thug on, get your buzz on
But don't forget we livin' in a warzone

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Lil Mamma - Lyrics - Big Tymers

Title: Lil Mamma
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Bryan Thomas, Byron Williams

Lyric:
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Lil Mama you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Now you're lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it, you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it, that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it, that ain't the shit

See the story take place in the back of the club
About this shorty that I know and we gone call her "Young Love"
See lil one like Pa, he was the neighborhood baller
Gucci and Lucci drove a candy and prowler
One more thing I forgot to tell
Young one sixteen bro and she burning like hell
Wait a minute, yo it's my fault, Pa was 26
Now back to the story bout' the little lost chick

Your man got lil one in the V.I.P.
With his hands in her pants going "You're so sexy"
Your not dumb but your young, you'll believe what your hearing
You gone sex off the X and your homies cheering
What's even sadder you don't even know what you're doing
Hey young world your whole life's ruined
But what you don't know gonna hurt you tonight
You didn't use a rubber and Pa ain't right

Lil Mama you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Now you're lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it, you need to quit
When you drop it, drop it, drop it, that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it, that ain't the shit

Man chill in Miami lil head in the projects
On the passenger side with Tammy in the drop Lexus
Me and Fresh at the light in S500 on dub deuces
Bumping some old Cash Money
Got 10 round my neck, 20 on my wrist
Million dollar nut, million dollar kiss
Pull up in the Lexus, sipping on Don P
Hold on Fresh let me get back to this story

Her Sheila freak dealers that only drive Benz
Her mamma said "My daughters gonna end up in the pen"
But wodie Sheila'll fuck for ends and clothing
She thought she made more money from tricking and hoing
But when her nigga scored the dope she held the stacks
And when that nigga hit the club they be full of that yak
She a hard headed, with a diamond in her tongue
With a tattoo on her ass saying, "Come get some"

Lil Mama you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Now you're lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it, you need to quit
When you drop it, drop it, drop it, that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it, that ain't the shit

Now Stone told me, "Stunna, Kisha wasn't right,
After the Hot Boys had her I fucked the same night"
Now Kisha from Miami ran with Lisa and Candy
Met her at Coco's on the hot strip dancing
Now Trick Daddy told me that mom's new clique
But my lil partner Damian wanted to raw-dog the bitch
I'm a three stunna blinder, pop X with them chicks
I'm full of the white trying to down this bitch

Slow it down, hold it up, get back to your class
Act your age lil mamma stop shaking your ass
Big wheels, X pills, whatcha know bout' that?
Got the old nigga name tattooed on your back
Bet your mamma don't know that you're fucking and shit
And ever since yay high you've been getting a dick
But it's your life and it's your biz
Four different baby-daddies get it how you live

Lil Mama you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Now you're lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it, you need to quit
When you drop it, drop it, drop it, that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it, that ain't the shit, papa

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Lil' Daddy - Lyrics - Juve The Great - Juvenile

Title: Lil' Daddy
Album: Juve The Great
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

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Lyric:
Whoa, c'mon, whoa
Whoa, I hear you niggaz heart pumpin', c' mon
Whoa, what's up? Whoa, [Incomprehensible]
Whoa, U.T.P, U.T.P

He gotta be in too much 'bout everything that he touch
Out of the roof, money get packed up and moved in the truck
Kill me if you feel I ain't worthy
I inherited skills from murky niggaz that's as real as my Saints jersey

I stand here, posted in the worst of times
Knowing niggaz after me, gonna rehearse my grind
I'm not a prophet but I could teach you how to cock it and pop it
And how to put some money in your pocket

You see something you like, go 'head and cop it
But watch it, niggaz gone knock it
Trying to get you for your paper when them bitches is jockin'
You might do Lil' Daddy like that but this is not him
Don't look for your people to help you, my niggaz done shot them

My people done told me I could roll
I got a reputation for beating niggaz and hoes
Stickin' to the G code, 'tees, 'rees, and 'bows
Pop a Ex, smoke a blunt, if you believe it then, whoa

Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy

Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy
Woah

I'm way over the top with mines
I used to bag it up and take it to the block sometimes
Poor niggaz be eating pork, rich niggaz be eating steak
I'ma get me a Porterhouse, nigga, you just wait

Couldn't step on my toes if you was standing 6' 8"
It's mister 400 bitches, so get that shit straight
You better talk to your hoe 'fore I put dick in her face
Look, I'm wild Magnolia, she better get in her place

I ain't a law abiding citizen, I gets ignorant
I got a trail of niggaz telling cops what I did to them
Ain't lookin' for no poppers, ain't looking for no partners
I'm looking for mo' choppers to get rid of mo' problems

All I got is my ball and my words
My momma, my daddy, my children, my gun and my herb
Shit, they got a lot of killers, I know
But ain't too many gon' make it to see 2004, whoa

Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy

Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy

I tried to play the background as much as I could
'Cause all the big mouth niggaz be gettin' knocked in the hood
Remember them lil' niggaz? They done grew up now
So 'ret street and [Incomprehensible] turned into a clocked up dump

We scam on shit because we love that sound
We not concerned about waiting until the night come 'round
Hey lil' mama, I'm a gorilla, let me pipe that down
Yeah, you like that now

I'm a professional, the mountaineer of the streets
I got old timers paying close attention to me
I could get your shit split for the minimum fee, yeah
Fucking with them niggaz, got a ten for a ki'

Got a few princess cuts on the watch and the piece
I'll put it on your ass for a [Incomprehensible]
Don't get mad 'cause I've been cocking your niece
She been giving head and eating pussy like a lot of the freaks

Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy

Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy

Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
...

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Get Dirty - Lyrics - Double Up - R. Kelly

Title: Get Dirty
Album: Double Up
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Robert Kelly, Slav Vynnytsky, Marc Joseph, Hakeem Sariki

Lyric:
And this for my ******, *******, playas, pimps
While they keep it in the street, we gon? keep it in the streets
And this for my ******, *******, playas, pimps
While they keep it in the street, we gon? keep it in the streets

Hey hey, I'm Hollyhood
I'm on Patron in the club feelin? good
Hey hey, I'm so high
And the DJ got the club so loud

Hands up, now let ?em bounce
2 steppin? lil mama work it out
Go down, now get dirty
Go down, now get dirty

Roll up on dem wheels again, hop up out that whip again
Talkin? with them chicks again in the club Kells on the scene again
Order me some rounds again, man I?m 'bout to clown again
I?m about to see them strippers comin? down them poles again

****** in the club gettin? out of control again
Man they 'bout to come and shut this whole ***** down again
Take it to my crib, that?s what?s up
The after party, that?s what?s up
Straight 'til the mornin?, that?s what?s up
Now get the **** out, that?s what?s up

Stuntin? I don?t give a ****, take my chain hold it up
Bounce it like a real playa, pimp all in my cup
Man I?m in the club and I?m looking for a main chick
Someone I can brain chick, someone I can stand chick

Hey hey, I'm Hollyhood
I'm on Patron in the club feelin? good
Hey hey, I'm so high
And the DJ got the club so loud

Hands up, now let ?em bounce
2 steppin? lil mama work it out
Go down, now get dirty
Go down, now get dirty

Yeah, ladies tell me I?m too cute and that translates that I?m too rich
They wanna spend the night at the crib so they hit the club with 2 fifths
We always be in VIP and each player got 2 chicks
They look at us like we live here, they look at y?all like, ?Who?s this??

We ain?t trippin? about the media, send 'em one of our platinum plaques
Matter of fact you can send a pic of our middle fingers attached to that
All eyes on me ?cause I?m the playa all the haters wanna be, wanna be

Hey hey, I'm Hollyhood
I'm on Patron in the club feelin? good
Hey hey, I'm so high
And the DJ got the club so loud

Hands up, now let ?em bounce
2 steppin? lil mama work it out
Go down, now get dirty
Go down, now get dirty

Purple Phantom, dip low, blowin? out that purple smoke
Open up that closet door, fresh shoes, fresh clothes
Private jets, takin? trips, ballin? mayne, spinnin? chips
Give that girl a gold medal the way she out there turnin? flips

Bend it over, that?s what?s up
Now shake it nasty, that?s what?s up
Girl here?s my number, that?s what?s up
Gimme that, that?s what?s up

Man, you know we pimpin?
Man, you know we sippin?
Man, you know we got them chicks
In the pool skinny dippin?

Hey hey, I'm Hollyhood
I'm on Patron in the club feelin? good
Hey hey, I'm so high
And the DJ got the club so loud

Hands up, now let ?em bounce
2 steppin? lil mama work it out
Go down, now get dirty
Go down, now get dirty

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What'S That Right There - Lyrics - Kelis Was Here - Kelis

Title: What'S That Right There
Album: Kelis Was Here
Artist: Kelis
Composer(s): Kelis Roger Jones, William Adams, Philippe Wynn, George S Clinton, Keith Harris

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Lyric:
What's that right there?
What's that right there?
What's this right here?
Yea
What's this right here?
Yea, what's that right there?

Oh, this ain't nothin' but a lil' somethin' that I got
Lil' somethin' that I got, lil' somethin' that I got

This just might be the flavor you crave nightly
I'll give it to you nicely, oh
So go ahead and try me, them girlies wanna fight me
But you just wanna bite me, oh

When you get some of what I got
It's gonna knock you right off of your socks
This right here is hot, is hot
I put the shimmy on your cocoa pop

He likes it raw, I likes it on top
I got somethin' for that lollipop
And your heart's gonna stop when I drop down

What's that right there?
What's that right there?
What's this right here?
Yea
What's this right here?
Yea, what's that right there?

Oh, this ain't nothin' but a lil' somethin' that I got
Lil' somethin' that I got, lil' somethin' that I got

What's that right there?
What's that right there?
What's this right here?
Yea
What's this right here?
Yea, what's that right there?

Oh, this ain't nothin' but a lil' somethin' that I got
Lil' somethin' that I got, lil' somethin' that I got

What I got will keep you runnin'
Back for more ?cause you'll been wantin'
More of this so what you frontin' for

You know you addicted
I up and got you whipped on it
Lovin' me is hypnotical

When you get some of what I got
It's gonna knock you right off of your socks
This right here is hot, is hot
I put the shimmy on your cocoa pop

He likes it raw, I likes it on top
I got somethin' for that lollipop
And your heart's gonna stop when I drop down

What's that right there?
What's that right there?
What's this right here?
Yea
What's this right here?
Yea, what's that right there?

Oh, this ain't nothin' but a lil' somethin' that I got
Lil' somethin' that I got, lil' somethin' that I got

What's that right there?
What's that right there?
What's this right here?
Yea
What's this right here?
Yea, what's that right there?

Oh, this ain't nothin' but a lil' somethin' that I got
Lil' somethin' that I got, lil' somethin' that I got

She a freak!
She a freak!
Woo! The lil' mama is a freak!
She a tasty treat
So won't you give me somethin' to eat baby?

When you get some of what I got
It's gonna knock you right off of your socks
This right here is hot, is hot
I put the shimmy on your cocoa pop

He likes it raw, I likes it on top
I got something for that lollipop
And your heart's gonna stop when I drop down
Down, down, down

What's that right there?
What's that right there?
What's this right here?
Yea
What's this right here?
Yea, what's that right there?

Oh, this ain't nothin' but a lil' somethin' that I got
Lil' somethin' that I got, lil' somethin' that I got

What's that right there?
What's that right there?
What's this right here?
Yea
What's this right here?
Yea, what's that right there?

Oh, this ain't nothin' but a lil' somethin' that I got
Lil' somethin' that I got, lil' somethin' that I got

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