Ghetto D - Lyrics - Master P

Title: Ghetto D
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin

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Lyric:
Imagine substitutin' crack for music
I mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it
(There it is right there)
For all you players, hustlers, ballers
And even you smokers
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)

Ghetto dope, No Limit Records
Part of the tobacco, firearms
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
And Freedom of Speech Committee
Thank you dope fiends for your support

Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this

Let me give a shot out to the D Boys
(Drug dealers)
Neighborhood dope man, I mean real niggaz
That'll make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime but I rides and pay the rent

Professional crack slanger I serve fiends
I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans
But nowadays I be too smart for the task
C-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man

Waitin' on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig
What you need ten, ain't no fuckin' order too big
And makin' crack like this is the song
You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long

Overcook yo' dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outta town
But fuck that I'm 'bout to put my soldiers in the game
And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine

One, look for the nigga wit the whitest snow
Two, no buying from no nigga that you don't know
Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be
You get the baking soda I got yo D

Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope
Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke
An shake it up until it bubble up and get harder
Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water

Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot
And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin' top
And now ya cocaine powder is crack
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Nigga I hope you strapped 'cause you might get jacked

Ghett, ghett, ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
Ghett, ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)

Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack)
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghetto dope, ghetto dope

My phone rang I picked it up
I need some weight
What you need?
Silkk 'bout a coupla K

I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang
Gimme a coupla hours, I have it all in a cake
Trust nobody got my gun
And went an smacked Cain and Abel
You probably catch me choppin' ki's
Choppin' ki's up on my mom's table

I got a big order for some coke
I called some hoes up
I want y'all but naked
While you cookin' up my dope
I told y'all we some Tru G's
See me and P and C

[Incomprehensible] with Uzi's
[Incomprehensible] up two ki's
There would be twenty-four oz's a piece
'Cause see if it ain't about money
Then it ain't about me

Hella mail from sales
Hella yeah for scales
Come up short
My money jumpin' yo ass like bail

First of all you gotta have nuts
Don't give a fuck
See when I bust niggaz guts
They know if it miss it ain't by much

Thinkin' short like I'm only seventeen
A coupla dope fiends
Some oz's
A triple beam

And then playa hit yo block
And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the fuckin' spot
See I'm [Incomprehensible]
That's why I act like this

But I rides rims, them gold D's
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack)
I sold crack like this

Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack)
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)

Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack)
Ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)

Nigga, Nigga never let a nigga front you no dizos
Start from the ground, work yo way up to a kilo
Get some killers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber
For the jackass and the dope fiends

Fools come short get rowdy
Kick down doors, show motherfuckers that ya bout it, bout it
Break ki's down to oz's
Never buy any dope without weighin' it on the triple beam

Fuck soda use V-12
Keep a stash for the tryin' to take other niggaz clientele
Check the man made junk for residue
'Cause every fiend you miss want three or two

One, never talk on the phone in ya house
Two, never slang dope out ya baby momma's house
Three, never fuck with snitches
'Cause niggaz that talk to the police is bitches

Four, keep a low key
And if you movin' weight treat yo'self to an Uzi
The first hit for free
But the next time you see me
You betta have twenty G

Five, never pay pimp hoes for the pussy
That's the American way
Clean up ya dirty money to good money
'Cause legal money last longer than drug money

Make crack like this
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this
(Ghett, ghett, ghett, ghetto dope)
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack
(Ghett, ghetto dope)

Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this
(Ghetto dope)
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this
(Ghetto dope)

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Ma Baker - Lyrics - Boney M.

Title: Ma Baker
Artist: Boney M.
Composer(s): Jay Fred, George Reyam, Frank Farian

Lyric:
Freeze, I'm Ma Baker, put your hands in the air
Gimme all your money
This is the story of Ma Baker, the meanest cat
From old Chicago town

She was the meanest cat
In old Chicago town
She was the meanest cat
She really moved them down
She had no heart at all
No no no heart at all

She was the meanest cat
Oh she was realy tough
She left her husband flat
He wasn't tough enough
She took her boys along
'Cause they were mean and strong

Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker
She taught her four sons
Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker
To handle their guns
Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker
She never could cry
Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker
But she knew how to die

They left a trail of crime
Across the U.S.A.
And when one boy was killed
She really made them pay
She had no heart at all
No no no heart at all

Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker
She taught her four sons
Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker
To handle their guns
Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker
She never could cry
Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker
But she knew how to die

She met a man she liked
She thought she'd stay with him
One day he formed with them
They did away with him
She didn't care at all
Just didn't care at all

{Here is special bulletin
Ma Baker is the FBI's most wanted woman
Her photo is hanging on every post office wall
If you have any information about this woman
Please contact your nearest police station}

{Don't anybody move, the money or your lives}

One day they robbed a bank
It was their last hooray
The cops appeared too soon
They couldn't get away
And all the loot they had
It made them mighty mad

And so they shot it out
Ma Baker and her sons
They didn't want to hang
They died with blazing guns
And so the story ends
Of one who left no friends

Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker
She taught her four sons
Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker
To handle their guns
Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker
She never could cry
Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker
But she knew how to die

Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker
She taught her four sons
Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker
To handle their guns
Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker
She never could cry
Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker
But she knew how to die

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Ma Baker - Lyrics - All Or Nothing - Milli Vanilli

Title: Ma Baker
Album: All Or Nothing
Artist: Milli Vanilli
Composer(s): Jay Fred, George Reyam, Frank Farian

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Lyric:
Freeze, I'm Ma Baker
Put your hands in the air
And give me all your money
This is the story of Ma Baker
The meanest cat
From old Chicago town

She was the meanest cat
In old Chicago town
She was the meanest cat
She really mowed them down
She had no heart at all
No no no, heart at all

She was the meanest cat
Oh she was really tough
She left her husband flat
He wasn't tough enough
She took her boys along
'Cause they were mean and strong

Ma Ma Ma Ma, Ma Baker, she taught her four sons
Ma Ma Ma Ma, Ma Baker, to handle their guns
Ma Ma Ma Ma, Ma Baker, she never could cry
Ma Ma Ma Ma, Ma Baker, but she knew how to die

They left a trail of crime
Across the U.S.A.
And when one boy was killed
She really made them pay
She had no heart at all
No no no, heart at all

Ma Ma Ma Ma, Ma Baker, she taught her four sons
Ma Ma Ma Ma, Ma Baker, to handle their guns
Ma Ma Ma Ma, Ma Baker, she never could cry
Ma Ma Ma Ma, Ma Baker, but she knew how to die

And then a man she liked
She thought she'd stay with him
When he informed on them
They did away with him
She didn't care at all
Just didn't care at all

{Here is a special bulletin
Ma Baker is the FBI's most wanted woman
Her photo is hanging on every post office wall
If you have any information about this woman
Please contact the nearest police station}

Don't anybody move
The money or your lives

One day they robbed a bank
It was their last foray
The cops appeared too soon
They couldn't get away
They all gonna loose their heads
It made them mighty mad

And so they shout it out
Ma Baker and her sons
They didn't want to hang
They died with blazing guns
And so the story ends
Of one who left no friends

Ma Ma Ma Ma, Ma Baker, she taught her four sons
Ma Ma Ma Ma, Ma Baker, to handle their guns
Ma Ma Ma Ma, Ma Baker, she never could cry
Ma Ma Ma Ma, Ma Baker, but she knew how to die

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I'Mma Flirt - Lyrics - Bow Wow

Title: I'Mma Flirt
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Robert Kelly, Ronnie Jackson, Clifford Harris, Shad Moss, Faheem Najm

Lyric:
Kels, Bow Weezy
Jackin' for chicks
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma flirt

Soon as I see her walk up in the club, I'ma flirt
Winkin' eyes at me when I roll up on them dubs, I'ma flirt
Sometimes when I'm wit my chick on the low, I'ma flirt
And when she's wit her man lookin' at me, damn right I'ma flirt

So homie don't bring your girl to meet me 'coz I'ma flirt
And baby, don't bring your girlfriend to eat 'coz I'ma flirt
Please believe it, unless your game is tight and you trust her
Then don't bring her 'round me because I'ma flirt

I'ma be pimpim', I don't be slippin' when it come down to these ***
I don't love 'em, we don't cuff 'em, man and it's just the way it goes
I pull up in the Phantom, all the ladies think I'm handsome
Jewelry shinin', I stay stuntin', that's why these *** can't stand 'em

I'ma chick magnet and anything fine, I'm baggin' it
And if she got a man, I don't care
10 toes and I wanna be 'coz I gotta have it
Now, now, who do it like B O dub? Girls on me when I walk in the club
Game ain't tight, I'ma take your chick, that's hitman
Now your girl in love

When I ***, fly young dude, ride wit me, lil' mama, can't lose
Don't get mad at me, homie because your girlfriend choose
See this is how it's goin' down in the 614
From the Nata up to Cleveland, even into Leo

I'ma boss and you know it, I got the money, I'ma show it
If I give your girl one chance to talk to me
Homie, she ain't gon' blow it
Now the moral of the story is cuff your chick 'coz hey
I'm black, fresh and I rap, plus I'm rich and I'ma flirt

Soon as I see her walk up in the club, I'ma flirt
Winkin' eyes at me when I roll up on them dubs, I'ma flirt
Sometimes when I'm wit my chick on the low, I'ma flirt
And when she's wit her man lookin' at me, damn right I'ma flirt

So homie don't bring your girl to meet me 'coz I'ma flirt
And baby, don't bring your girlfriend to eat 'coz I'ma flirt
Please believe it, unless your game is tight and you trust her
Then don't bring her 'round me because I'ma flirt

I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma flirt
That's right, I tell the truth and the whole truth
When it come to *** I be pimpin' like I supposed to
Rollin' like I supposed to, shinin' like I supposed to
In the club *** wit honeys like I supposed to

I don't understand when a *** bring his girlfriend to the club
Creepin' all on the floor wit his girlfriend in the club
And wonder why all these players tryna holla at her
Just soon as she go to the bathroom, I'ma holla at her

A dog on a cloud when I'm walkin' through the mall
If I could, man, I'd probably flirt wit all of y'all
Yeah, yeah, homie, you say she your girlfriend
But when I step up to her, I'ma be like Tarzan

Believe me, man, this is how them playas do it in the Chi
And plus we got them playerette foolers in the Chi
Now the moral of story is cuff your *** 'coz hey
I'm black, handsome, I sing 'coz I'm rich and I'ma flirt

Soon as I see her walk up in the club, I'ma flirt
Winkin' eyes at me when I roll up on them dubs, I'ma flirt
Sometimes when I'm wit my chick on the low, I'ma flirt
And when she's wit her man lookin' at me, damn right I'ma flirt

So homie don't bring your girl to meet me 'coz I'ma flirt
And baby, don't bring your girlfriend to eat 'coz I'ma flirt
Please believe it, unless your game is tight and you trust her
Then don't bring her 'round me because I'ma flirt

F L I R T
Hey, lil' mama, you know I'ma
F L I R T
Hey, lil' mama, you know I'ma flirt

Soon as I see her walk up in the club, I'ma flirt
Winkin' eyes at me when I roll up on them dubs, I'ma flirt
Sometimes when I'm wit my chick on the low, I'ma flirt
And when she's wit her man lookin' at me, damn right I'ma flirt

So homie don't bring your girl to meet me 'coz I'ma flirt
And baby, don't bring your girlfriend to eat 'coz I'ma flirt
Please believe it, unless your game is tight and you trust her
Then don't bring her 'round me because I'ma flirt

I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma flirt
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma flirt
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma flirt
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma flirt

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Break 'Em Off - Lyrics - Get Money, Stay True - Paul Wall

Title: Break 'Em Off
Album: Get Money, Stay True
Artist: Paul Wall
Composer(s): Phil Baxter

Lyric:
I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

Now I gotta work my wood grain wheel
Poppin? trunks, poppin? grills, still poppin? seals
High up in the hill with my mind on mill
Piece of chain swingin?, bank roll, shiny grill

Baby, I got million dollar dreams with my mind on cream
I?m in that mean green machine, clean on 19s
Flat screens in the headrest, swingin? like a swing set
Brandy wine, paint wet, comin? down, that's a fact

I?m in the 'Lac, chasin? broads like a lesbian
Full of that kush flower, I?m breakin' off pedestrians
Higher than the street light, floatin? like a parachute
Buzzin? like a bumblebee, mustard green Bentley Coupe

Young gangsta, mac game, sharper than a thumbtack
Breakin? ?em off, makin? all the boppers attract
Then they watch me, I?m rocked up
Fully loaded and slabbin?, tryin? to hit it and quit it
And walk off like Big Poppi, break ?em off

Break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

Ay, ay, I pull up like this, untouchable white wrist
I?m hotter than warm piss, berry, grape, Sunkist
The truck, gold mist, five 50, slow, buddy
Bentley Continental with the mink floors, dummy

Paul Wall money, that?s expensive taste
And ?em frilly ass fools, we send ?em to my space
I?ma break ?em off until the backbone broken
Stainless steel, drop Phantom, leave the top open

Shit done hit the fan, better cover your nose
And the kush done start burnin?, better cover your clothes
Concrete crumblin?, glass shootin' lazers
Crawlin? and cuttin? up on 24 razors

I?ma show ?em how to make the slab look phenomenal
Chasin? paper in the mornin?, call me Houston Chronicle
Hold on, then you buckle up the seat belt
Swisha House, Young Don, capital TF

I'ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

Oh really, I'm higher than the satellite, crawlin? like a baby
Maneuverin? through the traffic like I?m Tracy McGrady
Still choppin? on ?em buttons, I?m struttin? and lookin? fresh
Switch hittin? like Bergman, this is ballin? at its best

In that minute, may drop it with retractable roof
Finer than wood, wavin? the hood, student loans on the two
The fifth wheel on the ground and the trunk in the air
Paul Wall, baby, I?m the definition of playa

My skills is so ill when workin? that wood wheel
Tippin? 4s like a waiter, beware of the overseer
Wide screen mind frame, panoramic pimpin?
I?m sippin? on that Osama, baby, leanin? like I?m limpin'

In that 2 seater feeder, it?s me and a senorita
3 ounces up in the liter and it?s ten up in the heater
Mackin? a mamacita, runnin? game like a cheetah
I?m knockin? ?em out the park, similar to Derek Jeter

Break ?em off, break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

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Get No Better - Lyrics - Cassidy

Title: Get No Better
Artist: Cassidy
Composer(s): Harold Lilly, Barry Reese, Mashonda Tirfrere-Dean, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen
Swizz, swizz, swizz
Hey ho, hey ho, hey ho, hey ho okay

How you doin' ma? Dis ya song ma
Yeah come on ma, dis ya song ma
We can get it on man, dis ya song ma
Dis ya song ma, dis ya song

How ya doin' ma? Yeah come here, where ya goin' ma?
What up you in a rush? What's going on ma? You can keep going ma
But in dis cruel world you goin' need a man
Thats thurl to keep you warm ma
You and me we can take the world by storm ma

So let me have yo math then I'm going ma
I'm having a after party later on ma, so you should
Cancel whatever you was doing ma
We can get a telly and visit and get it on ma, you wit it
I hit it till 6 in the morn ma you ain't hear da song ma
Yeah I'm a don' ma so if you ridin' wit a playa than come on ma

How ya doin' ma
(Oh)
Dis ya song ma
(Yeah)
Yeah come on ma
(Oh)
Dis ya song Ma
(Yeah)
We can get it on ma
(Oh)
Dis ya song ma, dis ya song ma
Dis ya song, scream at me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Me and you
It don't get no better
What we can do
It don't get no better
Our love
It don't get no better
'Cuz you remind me of the first time

Hey you know what you remind me of?
The sun that shines above I think I'm in love
'Cuz every time I look in your eyes they be dumb bright
Like the sunlight when I look in the sky
And you always look fly, you stay with a mean outfit and
Got shoes that didn't even come out yet

Always got your your nails done
Always got yourself fixed you da type of chick I
Can see me going out wit and I ain't knockin' yo
Hustle but you should be somebody's wifey icey
Wit a rock on your knuckle and we would look hot
As a couple 'cuz you shaped so beautifully and
You are most cute as me

How ya doin' ma
(Oh)
Dis ya song ma
(Yeah)
Yeah come on ma
(Oh)
Dis ya song ma
(Yeah)
We can get it on ma
(Oh)
Dis ya song ma, dis ya song ma
Dis ya song, scream at me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Me and you
It don't get no better
What we can do
It don't get no better
Our love
It don't get no better
'Cuz you remind me of the first time

Mmm wit yo sexy self go to my hotel and
Undress yourself and after we have sex
Don't stress yourself I still will respect you if you
Respect yourself girl it's whatever I get da
Cheddar when we get together it don't be no better

And you can see I'm throwin' it 'cuz my arm
On chill it look like I spilled freon on it
I make hella paper on da block that's why I'm 'bout
To put a three story elevator in my yacht they goin'
Keep hatin' it boo, but keep holdin' me
Down strong dis song dedicated to you

How ya doin' ma
(Oh)
Dis ya song ma
(Yeah)
Yeah come on ma
(Oh)
Dis ya song ma
(Yeah)
We can get it on ma
(Oh)
Dis ya song ma, dis ya song ma
Dis ya song, scream at me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Me and you
It don't get no better
What we can do
It don't get no better
Our love
It don't get no better
'Cuz you remind me of the first time

Baby I can't deny that I'm feelin' you
The way that you look and the things you do
Knowing, it don't get no better
Knowing, it don't get no better
Baby it don't whoa oh it don't get no better

How ya doin' ma
(Oh)
Dis ya song ma
(Yeah)
Yeah come on ma
(Oh)
Dis ya song ma
(Yeah)
We can get it on ma
(Oh)
Dis ya song ma, dis ya song ma
Dis ya song, scream at me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Me and you
It don't get no better
What we can do
It don't get no better
Our love
It don't get no better
'Cuz you remind me of the first time

I'll never want
I go by the name of Cassidy no problem
You dealin' with the best, me and Mashonda
It don't get no better than dis I gotta go, I gotta go

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Auntie - (Ma-Ma-Ma-Belle - Early Version) - Lyrics - Electric Light Orchestra

Title: Auntie - (Ma-Ma-Ma-Belle - Early Version)
Artist: Electric Light Orchestra
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne

Lyric:
Got love, if that's what you need
I got three or four babies sitting on my knee
I got good love waiting for you
I come sneaking around the corner of the avenue

You got Ma-Ma-Ma Belle or I will get you
You know you got Ma-Ma-Ma Belle, I will get you

There's one thing that's on my mind
And that's getting hold of you before I serve my time
I got to keep on, with my heavy load
Till I see you come a strolling down that open road

You gotta Ma-Ma-Ma Belle before I get you
Can't deny it, you gotta Ma-Ma-Ma Belle, I will get you
[Incomprehensible] Ma-Ma-Ma Belle, I will get you
You know I'm talking 'bout Ma-Ma-Ma Belle, I will get you

I love you Ma-Ma Belle
That's why I want to get it on well I'm sure you can tell
I got good soul running so deep
Gonna get you in the corner so that I can keep

Can't you hear me once Ma-Ma-Ma Belle or I will get you, yeah
And I love Ma-Ma-Ma Belle or I will get you, yeah
And you got Ma-Ma-Ma Belle or I will get you, yeah
Down inside those Ma-Ma-Ma Belle or I will get you, yeah

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Ma - Ma - Ma - Belle - Lyrics - Electric Light Orchestra

Title: Ma - Ma - Ma - Belle
Artist: Electric Light Orchestra
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne

Lyric:
Got love, if that's what you need
I got three or four babies sitting on my knee
I got good love waiting for you
I come sneaking around the corner of the avenue

You got Ma-Ma-Ma Belle or I will get you
You know you got Ma-Ma-Ma Belle, I will get you

There's one thing that's on my mind
And that's getting hold of you before I serve my time
I got to keep on, with my heavy load
Till I see you come a strolling down that open road

You gotta Ma-Ma-Ma Belle before I get you
Can't deny it, you gotta Ma-Ma-Ma Belle, I will get you
[Incomprehensible] Ma-Ma-Ma Belle, I will get you
You know I'm talking 'bout Ma-Ma-Ma Belle, I will get you

I love you Ma-Ma Belle
That's why I want to get it on well I'm sure you can tell
I got good soul running so deep
Gonna get you in the corner so that I can keep

Can't you hear me once Ma-Ma-Ma Belle or I will get you, yeah
And I love Ma-Ma-Ma Belle or I will get you, yeah
And you got Ma-Ma-Ma Belle or I will get you, yeah
Down inside those Ma-Ma-Ma Belle or I will get you, yeah

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Auntie - - Lyrics - Electric Light Orchestra

Title: Auntie -
Artist: Electric Light Orchestra
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne

Lyric:
Got love, if that's what you need
I got three or four babies sitting on my knee
I got good love waiting for you
I come sneaking around the corner of the avenue

You got Ma-Ma-Ma Belle or I will get you
You know you got Ma-Ma-Ma Belle, I will get you

There's one thing that's on my mind
And that's getting hold of you before I serve my time
I got to keep on, with my heavy load
Till I see you come a strolling down that open road

You gotta Ma-Ma-Ma Belle before I get you
Can't deny it, you gotta Ma-Ma-Ma Belle, I will get you
[Incomprehensible] Ma-Ma-Ma Belle, I will get you
You know I'm talking 'bout Ma-Ma-Ma Belle, I will get you

I love you Ma-Ma Belle
That's why I want to get it on well I'm sure you can tell
I got good soul running so deep
Gonna get you in the corner so that I can keep

Can't you hear me once Ma-Ma-Ma Belle or I will get you, yeah
And I love Ma-Ma-Ma Belle or I will get you, yeah
And you got Ma-Ma-Ma Belle or I will get you, yeah
Down inside those Ma-Ma-Ma Belle or I will get you, yeah

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Ma Ma Ma - Lyrics - Joe Budden - Joe Budden

Title: Ma Ma Ma
Album: Joe Budden
Artist: Joe Budden
Composer(s): Yafeu Fula, Kotari Cox, Tyrone Wrice, Joe Budden, Joseph Kuleszynski, Bruce Washington, Tupac Shakur, Joseph Paquette, Rufus Cooper

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Lyric:
112, jump off
Yeah, y'know

You wanna get right, boo, headlights blue
Don't no other mami give me head like you
I get you in the club, sit right in the Rover
Now you ain't gotta pretend like you like the promoter
We could lamp in the 5 with my hand on yo' thigh
You goin' to sleep thinkin' that this can't be life
Don't mistake my talkin' modest
Still put you in the wild bedroom with the walk in closet

Bay, riverboats, if you wanna see water
Full length minks, get rid of that three quarter
Ex-man never had you feelin' that fly
Flat screens in the room with the ceiling that high
When them other cats call you, you can turn your phone off
New school your neck, take that herringbone off
Stretch 'Vee playin' Manhattan
System old school, play 'em and had 'em, we makin' it happen, oh yeah

Turn this off for a minute
We can do bigger things if you widdit
We can be me and you, I know you feel it
You can say, "La lala la, la la la la"
All you want, you can get it
You can have all my time, let's spend it
The way you do your thing, I can't forget it
Got me screamin', "Ma mama ma, ma ma ma ma"

Look, I need a wife too, feed her ice, blue
Got birds on the side, I don't treat 'em like you
I don't let 'em play with the wheel and when the check come
They already know they gotta pay for they meals
Say I'm, comin' at you with lines, think they lies
Just because I don't match your compatible sign
I'ma let the world see, other boos can't relate
Let you walk in front, make the other dudes hate

When I put it on you, you throw it right back
Who else you know gon' poke it like that?
And Ma I'm gon' show you like that, you be hollerin'
La lala la, la la la la, oh yeah, look
Private party, it's just me, you
And the new envy of ours, we won't be sorry
Scoop it, we can do the all from Harley
Y'all ask me hardly nah, I'm up to par

Turn this off for a minute
We can do bigger things if you widdit
We can be me and you, I know you feel it
You can say, "La lala la, la la la la"
All you want, you can get it
You can have all my time, let's spend it
The way you do your thing, I can't forget it
Got me screamin', "Ma mama ma, ma ma ma ma"

Look forget my miss, no let's remind miss
And I never let a clown disrespect my miss
I need dat in my life, a G might cry
But you the only one that ever get to see that side
Look, my lady fresh, we ain't gotta rush
We can take baby steps, that may be the best
Hate to repeat myself, I know I already told you
But Mom's sayin', "What's good? I'm tryin' to know you"

If you been for lookin' for the right one, well here he is
Ready to take things a little mo' serious
Ain't nervous no more, you heard it all before
Are you a Fifth Ave miss, but you workin' that velor?
Stop, I'm tired of trickin', I'm tired of pigeons
Need a house with acres to put my wife and kids in
Chefs are good when they gettin' right in the kitchen
Baby girl that's the life we'd be livin', over stand somethin'

Baby let me be with you more, hold you more
Let me get the chance, I can show you more
Let me get to know you more,
I'll be screamin' out, "La lala la, la la la la"
If I could, wife you out, ride this out
You're the only one I wouldn't ride without
I could show you what this life's about
I be screamin out, "Ma mama ma, ma ma ma ma"

Turn this off for a minute
We can do bigger things if you widdit
We can be me and you, I know you feel it
You can say, "La lala la, la la la la"
All you want, you can get it
You can have all my time, let's spend it
The way you do your thing, I can't forget it
Got me screamin, "Ma mama ma, ma ma ma ma"

Turn this off for a minute
We can do bigger things if you widdit
We can be me and you, I know you feel it
You can say, "La lala la, la la la la"
All you want, you can get it
You can have all my time, let's spend it
The way you do your thing, I can't forget it
Got me screamin, "Ma mama ma, ma ma ma ma"

This is the type of shit right here, listen
You gotta go to the car wash on this one
Hehe, you can't ride around dirty and dusty and shit
If it just went yesterday, when you wake up
Take it to the car wash, don't just get the exterior joint neither
We need the the the works, the thirty dollar joint
And we need to get the little tree to put up in the rear view
So it's smellin' nice and sexy like when they get inside

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As Good As New - Lyrics - Voulez-Vous - Abba

Title: As Good As New
Album: Voulez-Vous
Artist: Abba
Composer(s): Benny Goran Br Andersson, Bjoern K. Ulvaeus

Lyric:
I'll never know why I had to go
Why I had to put up such a lousy, rotten show
Boy, I was smooth, packin' all my stuff
Sayin' I don't need you anymore, I've had enough
And now, look at me standing here again 'cause I found out that
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
My life is here
Gotta have you near

As good as new, my love for you
And keepin' it that way is my intention
As good as new and growin' too
Yes, I think it's takin' on a new dimension
It's as good as new, my love for you
Just like it used to be and even better
As good as new, thank God it's true
Darling, we were always meant to stay together

I feel like a creep, never felt so cheap
Never had a notion that my love could be so deep
How could I make such a dumb mistake?
Now I know I'm not entitled to another break
But please, baby, I beg you to forgive 'cause I found out that
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
My life is here
Gotta have you near

As good as new, my love for you
And keepin' it that way is my intention
As good as new and growin' too
Yes, I think it's takin' on a new dimension
It's as good as new, my love for you
(Good as new)
Just like it used to be and even better
As good as new, thank God it's true
(Good as new)
Darling, we were always meant to stay together

I thought that our love was at an end but here I am again

As good as new, my love for you
And keeping it that way is my intention
As good as new and growing too
Yes, I think it's taking on a new dimension
It's as good as new, my love for you
(Good as new)
Just like it used to be and even better
As good as new, thank God it's true
(Good as new)
Darling, we were always meant to stay together

Yes the love I have for you feels as good as new
Darling, we were always meant to stay together

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Take It Slow - Lyrics - Shawnna

Title: Take It Slow
Artist: Shawnna
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Leonard Andre Williams, B Wilson, Rashawnna Guy, Terry Claude Love

Lyric:
Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast

Look, I got the feelin? you been feinin? my body
I see us leaving the party, now tell me what you gon? do?
Somebody told me you been thinkin? about me
And I been thinkin? it probably could be me on you

So come on, shawty, we could creep into the bed
Get into some more freaky shit
Then we could go back to the crib
Take a look at how I live, take a sip
Let me show you how deep it get

Now we could do it real fast, we could do it slow
I like it when he make it last 'till he gotta go
He like the way I move that ass then I make it poke out
Then smoked out the Jag then we on the roll

And took a ride down Lake Shore Drive, stay so high
Flippin? through the city, nigga [Incomprehensible]
Stay so fly, I could take your guy
'Cause they know I got the bomb and that ain't no lie

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I?ma

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I?ma

Look, I think I really need time to breathe
Because I know what we doin? ain't right
And he be on me every time I see him
Because he know me and dude ain't tight

He wanna see me in the middle of the night
Wanna fuck in the middle of the fight
We break up to make up but when we make love
He suck and he nibble and he bite

But I know I gotta chill 'cause now I'm seein? that it's real
That my dude checkin? all the phone bills just still
I know you got a girl who be all off in your grill
She be checkin? through your pages, stalkin? all at the crib, damn

Should of known what the shit might do
Fuckin? with a nigga like who
Go on in the Brans
Switchin? lanes in the midnight blue
So ya please gotta

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I?ma

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I?ma

Luda, Ludacris don't play when it come to the sex
If it get too fast I'ma take it
A little slower, then speed it back up like Shaqille O'Neil
The back board, I'll break it

Take it, never fake it, shake it
Run around my house butt naked
If you throw it good enough
Big daddy might buy your ass a tennis bracelet

'Cause I got so much doe
I don't know what to do with it
Plus I got so much dro
I roll it up and let you hit it

Lay back, way back, stay back
Like Puff take that, take that, take that
Young Bobby V and Ludacris and Shawnna
Will make you hit that playback
Like four times, I'll co-sign
You so fine, let me hit it one more time

'Cause I got that goody good
And I think I shouldy should
Pack ya with the woody wood
I'm just so hoody hood

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I?ma

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I?ma

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I?ma

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow

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What I Represent (Ugk) - Lyrics - Trill - Bun B

Title: What I Represent (Ugk)
Album: Trill
Artist: Bun B
Composer(s): Byron Thomas, Bernard Freeman

Lyric:
The, the underground, the, the underground
The, the underground, the, the, the underground
This is the, the underground, the, the underground
The, the, the underground, the, the underground

Now this one here for everybody out there off the top
This for the real slab swangas whipping dubs and drops
For the real block huggers that's embracing the grind
And the three time fellas that be facing some time

For them real deep boys that be baking and serving
And them real hood hustlas that be shaking and swerving
For them real cut throwers putting work in on the average
And trill ass niggaz living they life like a savage

A lot of niggaz hold it down for they set it
And when the work comes easy and when the game ain't ready
Niggaz they really rep they're neighborhood good or bad
Niggaz that really be on the block throwing signs and flags

Well, I'm here to represent for all the gangstas and the thugs
And the underdog niggaz that ain't getting no love
For a nigga trying' to make a weight for him and his crew
Just recognize, I'm representing for you, and nigga that's on the true

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

Now, everybody wanna act like they already got it made
With the houses and the cars and the bills all paid
Got a million in the bank and two million in jewels
But on the cool, life ain't like that for a lot of these fools

Lot of people in this world coming up pretty hard
Raised in project apartments, with no front yard
Had to share their clothes and shoes with cousins and brothers
Never had they own shit, they had to share it with others

I wasn't born with a silver spoon sticking out my grill
I was raised in the middle of the struggle on the real
Had some hard times in my life, trying to make ends meet
Not to mention, trying not to fall victim to the streets

Against the odds, a nigga made it out the game
But that don't mean that I'm gunna forget about from where I came
UGK ain't just a name, it's what a nigga is
I was there before I got in the biz and nigga that's on the rizz

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

Now people always be around when you shining and balling
But they real hard to find when tough times come calling
You got money, doing good, and they be all in your face
Then disappear like Sue Storm soon as you catch a case

It's like clockwork homeboy, the shit never fails
Soon as they think the party's over, everybody bails
Could a sworn they was your friends when your world was on shine
But soon as you get some time, outta sight, outta mind

It's a shame that some real ass niggaz took a fall
It's a shame how they treat you when you locked behind the wall
When your woman won't visit and your homie won't send you no flicks
Or come and see you, that's some cold ass shit

Well I miss my nigga, he was down for me
That's why I got the whole world screaming," Free Pimp C"
And I'll be right here waiting when you touch back down
UGK we still holding the crown, kings of the underground

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

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Call U Out - Lyrics - Cassie - Cassie

Title: Call U Out
Album: Cassie
Artist: Cassie
Composer(s): B Fletcher, Ryan Leslie, Casandra Ventura

Lyric:
Oh, Next Selection, yeah, oh
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Oh, Next Selection, yeah, oh, oh
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Did you really think that you would keep a secret from me?
When I know you like the back of my hand, come on now
I can tell when you're on the low tryna hide something
Tryna hide something, you can't hide nothing

I been watching you for a minute, I already know
Whatchu doing you can't hide it from me, come on now
I can tell when you're on the low tryna hide something
Tryna hide something, you can't hide nothing

I'ma call U out, I'ma call U out, oh, oh
I'ma call U out, I'ma call U out, oh, oh
I'ma call U out, I'ma call U out, oh, oh
I'ma call U out, I'ma call U out, oh, oh

I'm the illest chick you ever met, you know that's a fact
I'll cut you off in a minute, boy if you make me
You'll never catch me asleep, I'm awake, baby
I'm awake baby, you can't front on me

You can save all your tired lies for someone who cares
I'll be seeing right through 'em, no time to waste now
You will never catch me asleep, I'm awake homie
I'm awake homie, you can't front on me

I'ma call U out, I'ma call U out, oh, oh
I'ma call U out, I'ma call U out, oh, oh
I'ma call U out, I'ma call U out, oh, oh
I'ma call U out, I'ma call U out, oh, oh

I'ma stay down, I'ma ice grill ya
You don't know by now? You should get familiar
You got a hundred stories, you be fake thuggin'
If you think I'm believin' you? You must be buggin'

I'm like a fortune teller, I can see 'em comin'
If he's runnin' games, I'ma keep 'em runnin'
The day you play me that'll be the day you're gone
You can front now but later on

I'ma call U out, I'ma call U out, oh, oh
I'ma call U out, I'ma call U out, oh, oh
I'ma call U out, I'ma call U out, oh, oh
I'ma call U out, I'ma call U out, oh, oh

Oh, Next Selection, yeah, oh
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Oh, Next Selection, yeah, oh, oh

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Tell It Like It Is - Lyrics - Release Therapy - Ludacris

Title: Tell It Like It Is
Album: Release Therapy
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Chris Bridges, Sidney Brown

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Lyric:
Daddy is that your car on TV?
You better believe it is baby, now go in the other room
It's 'bout to be some grown folks talkin' here, okay?
All right

Yeah, things ain't always what they seem or cracked up to be
Like all these fakin' ass rappers in this industry
Talkin' 'bout what they got and they ain't got a damn thang
How you own three cars but you don't own your own name?

Get your business right, boys, the first class is in session
Get a entertainment lawyer in the music profession
Start up your own company, trademark the name
That's gon' run ya about a grand, so start savin' your change

Open a bank account quick and then follow these steps
Sign yourself to yourself and start signin' ya own checks
Hit the booth and start recordin' at the speed and need
Whatever gets your juices flowin', could be speed or weed

Get it mixed and mastered, pressed up and plastered
Sell it to your whole hood out the trunk, ya bastard
Show all the non-believers what you destined to be
And in just a couple years, you could be rich like me

But I can't hold my tongue, I'ma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun, I'ma tell it like it is
Give it to you straight, no chase, I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo' face and I'ma tell it like it is

I can't hold my tongue, I'ma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun, I'ma tell it like it is
Give it to you straight, no chase, I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo' face and I'ma tell it like it is

See mostly all your favorite artists got some serious problems
And money could be the problem but money can't solve 'em
Some get addicted to drugs and flat out lazy
Some taste a little fame and go flat out crazy

I'm close 'cause those close wanna live off my fame
And that type of shit alone'll drive a nigga insane
Not to mention all the vultures, the scandalous promoters
Crabs'll try to sue you, magazines will misquote ya

Most of these label heads, they don't care nothin' about ya
If you stop sellin' records, they'll act like they don't know ya
It's hard mixin' business with pleasure, so don't play
Me and my crew argue and fight like every other day

Rappers ain't above the law but our life is so fast
That we got a special Task Force of police on our ass
All that and this is really just the start of it
Hip hop, you really wanna be a part of it?

I can't hold my tongue, I'ma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun, I'ma tell it like it is
Give it to you straight, no chase, I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo' face and I'ma tell it like it is

I can't hold my tongue, I'ma tell it like it is
Man, this biz ain't all fun, I'ma tell it like it is
I'ma give it to you straight, no chase, I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo' face and I'ma tell it like it is

What's worse than havin' no money is havin' it and losin' it
What's worse than havin' some money is grabbin' and abusin' it
We never took no money from Chingy, thought I was cool with him
I wish his ass well but I don't want nothin' to do with him

Some don't own they publishin', me, I never fool with 'em
I'm down for my artists, try my best to stay true to 'em
'Cause outside my label, competition is irrelevant
Unless I'm still in competition with my president

And believe that I'm supportin' the Hova
'Cause the industry's shady, it needs to be 'Taken Over'
But the first rule to accumulation of wealth
Is don't trust nobody but your goddamn self

I can't hold my tongue, I'ma tell it like it is
Man, this biz ain't all fun, I'ma tell it like it is
I'ma give it to you straight, no chase, I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo' face and I'ma tell it like it is

I said, I can't hold my tongue, I'ma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun, I'ma tell it like it is
I'ma give it to you straight, no chase, I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo' face and I'ma tell it like it is

Daddy, are you finished this grown folk talk?
Yeah, baby, you can come back in here
Come give Daddy a kiss, you know I love you, right?
And I love you always

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Pimpin' Forever - Lyrics - Blow The Whistle - Too $Hort

Title: Pimpin' Forever
Album: Blow The Whistle
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): Zak Wallace, Todd Shaw, Phalon Alexander

Lyric:
Somebody say, say
A lemme hear you say, say, say

Your daddy said, ?Come back, baby, find your life?
It was wrong before but this time it's right
It's been way too long you've been gone from home
You wasn't ready when you left to be grown on your own

Now deep down inside, you're his little girl
Gotta swallow his pride 'cause you're his little girl
Wouldn't be so bad if you only stripped
But you don't do dancin' just lonely tricks

Now you're hooked, ain't no love
You in this game, it's just like drugs
Your family wrote you off 'cause you f*** that up
You way out of town and you stuck

Now you're on your own, you've been disowned
Since you left your hometown, all your friends are gone
It's girls like you that truly make us
You're lost in the world, so I moved you to Vegas

Before you met me you wasn't nuttin'
I f*** wit'cha and I turned you into somethin'
Now f*** J-Lo, be your own woman
Now take your a*** back to work the track jumpin'

Say, I'ma be pimpin' forever
I'ma be pimpin' forever
Say, say, say, I'ma stay mackin' forever
I'ma stay mackin' forever

Say, say, I'ma be pimpin' forever
I'ma be pimpin' forever
Say, say, say, I'ma stay mackin' forever
I'ma stay mackin' forever

Say b***, you better get that cash
Old-a*** man wanna hit that a***
Older than your daddy, more like your granny
Let his old wrinkled a*** get in them panties

I show you how to get it, I'm just a dog
You had a good thang and you f*** it off
I'm like the big bad wolf, you better scream
Run for your life 'cause I want that cream

Your father told you to stay away from me
And now you gotta call me 'Daddy'?
Now let me ask you, you think you've got it together?
You're too fine to be broke, you gotta get whatever

Now I don't give a f*** in any weather
When I see you, you better have a G or better
Look into my eyes and say you understand me
'Cause now I'm your family, say

Before you met me you wasn't nuttin'
I f*** wit'cha and I turned you into somethin'
Now f*** J-Lo, be your own woman
Now take your a*** back to work the track jumpin'

Say, I'ma be pimpin' forever
I'ma be pimpin' forever
Say, say, say, I'ma stay mackin' forever
I'ma stay mackin' forever

Say, say, I'ma be pimpin' forever
I'ma be pimpin' forever
Say, say, say, I'ma stay mackin' forever
I'ma stay mackin' forever

Your father wants to know when you comin'
But you never liked home, so you keep on runnin'
Now I got you, you're mine for life
Get your mind right

Don't let the limelight
Steal your soul and make you old
Make the happy lil' girl turn bitter and cold
Now your brain is frozen, your body is numb
You're stuck in the h***-zone, you gotta get home

You can go to Oz and won't learn
Click your heels three times and go turn a t***
You better get that cash
If you don't got it when I see you I'ma whip that a***

And all of you squares, that hear my flows
Most of y'all b*** wouldn't make good h***
Never talk down on a pimp and his w***
Unless you know the whole story, broke b***

Before you met me you wasn't nuttin'
I f*** wit'cha and I turned you into somethin'
Now f*** J-Lo, be your own woman
Now take your a*** back to work the track jumpin'

Say, I'ma be pimpin' forever
I'ma be pimpin' forever
Say, say, say, I'ma stay mackin' forever
I'ma stay mackin' forever

Say, say, I'ma be pimpin' forever
I'ma be pimpin' forever
Say, say, say, I'ma stay mackin' forever
I'ma stay mackin' forever

Say, yeah, that's right
H*** up if you wanna blow up
Say, say, say, and all you cute broke-a*** b***
Stop hatin' on these real h***

Say, you up there suckin' and f*** all night for free
Say, say, say
When you coulda got in and out there
Wit'cha money real fast, baby

Say, you need management
You need a n*** like me to tell you
Exactly what you need to be doin' out there
Get your full potential out your p***, baby, yeah
'Cause if you's a broke-a*** with any kinda decent

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Imma Flirt (Remix) - Lyrics - R. Kelly

Title: Imma Flirt (Remix)
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Robert Kelly, Ronnie Jackson, Clifford Harris, Shad Moss, Faheem Najm

Lyric:
I?m a, I?m a, I?m a, I?m a flirt

Soon as I see her walk up in the club I?m a flirt
Winkin? eyes at me when I roll up on them dubs I?m a flirt
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low I?m a flirt
And when she's with her man lookin? at me damn right I?m a flirt

So homie don't bring your girl to meet me ?cause I?m a flirt
And baby don't bring your girlfriend to eat ?cause I?m a flirt
Please believe it unless your game is tight and you trust her
Then don't bring her 'round me because I?m a flirt

Now I swear to tell the truth and the whole truth
When it comes to those I be pimpin? like I supposed to
Rollin? like I supposed to, shinin? like I supposed to
In the club freakin? with honeys like I supposed to

I don't understand when a player bring his girlfriend to the club
Freakin? out on the flo' with his girlfriend in the club
And wonderin' why all these players tryin' to holla at her
Just soon as she go to the bathroom player I?m gon? holla at her

A dog on the prowl when I'm walkin? through the mall
If I could man, I probably would flirt with all of y'all
Yeah yeah homey, you say she your girlfriend
But when I step up to her, I?ma be like Tarzan

Believe me mayne, this is how them players do it in the Chi
And plus we got them playerette flirters in the Chi
Now the moral of story is cuff yo' chick
?Cause hey, I'm black, handsome, I sing, plus I'm rich
And I?m a flirt

Hey homie, if you ain't gettin no money
You better keep her away from me, ya dig?

Well if you love ya girl and wanna keep ya girl
Don't be walkin? up and askin? me to meet ya girl
Because I'm well enough a flirt when I speak to ya girl
She winked her eyes on the sly, I seent ya girl

Better treat your girl right 'cause another man will
Better *** ya girl like another man will
'Cause you leave your wife and I see ya wife
That be for real, how long you think that's finna be ya wife?

When I'm livin? the life, you just gettin' it right
Your old lady look at me ?cause you ain't hittin' it right
She probably used to like you 'cause you the business type
That's until I came along and put some **** in her life

Wanna say, had an ***, **** a **** in the lights
And I noticed she was checkin? me and diggin? the ice
And if I get that tonight, better hit that twice
I could even make her mine if I hit that right

You know smack that thang, sit that right
Up on that dress, say yeah that's right
Pullin? on her hair like we gettin? in a fight
Yeah I know it's kinda tight but it'll spread just right

So if yo girl sexy and she pass me
Don't be upset G ?cause you might catch me
Tryin? to catch a glance up her skirt
Then we playin? in reverse
If I see her and I like her then I'ma flirt

When I, when I, when I
When I pull up to club all the shawties be like, ?Damn! 28's!?
Then I be like, "Girl you know just who I am, don't hate"
Say I done fell in love wit a stripper y?all
All I do is flirt with her and I get them drawers

And I don't need no help, I got it down pact
Teddy Pain was born to flirt now you can't down that
Now I'ma flirt whether I'm in or out of town
That's why they call me Teddy ?Bend-Her-A**-Down?

I be like, ?¿Como te llama lil? momma?
Me llamo Pain, what is yo? name?
I'm feelin? yo? vibe and I'm hopin? you feel the same
I'ma wink my eye and let you know I got the game
When I pass by I know exactly what you say

?He's so fly and yes he's so cool?
Hey shawty, hey shawty, what it do
He mad 'cause I'm lookin' but I already touched her
I got your boyfriend mad ?cause I?m a flirt

Soon as I see her walk up in the club I?m a flirt
Winkin? eyes at me when I roll up on them dubs I?m a flirt
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low I?m a flirt
And when she's with her man lookin? at me damn right I?m a flirt

So homies don't bring your girl to meet me ?cause I?m a flirt
And baby don't bring your girlfriend to eat ?cause I?m a flirt
Please believe it unless your game is tight and you trust her
Then don't bring her 'round me because I?m a flirt

It's the remix!

Now if you walk up in the club wit a bad chick
And she lookin' at me then I'm gon' hit
Man jackin' for chicks, I tried to quit it
But I'm a playa homie so I had to hit it

While you buyin' her drinks in the club
Actin' like you in love
Stuntin' like you all thug
We was switchin' numbers

She lookin' at you when I walk by
You turn yo' head, she wink her eye
I can't help it if she checkin' for a platinum type of guy
She be callin' me daddy and I be callin' her mommy
She be callin' you Kelly when yo' name is Tommy

I don't know what y'all be thinkin' when you bring 'em round me
Let me remind you that I am the king of R&B
Do you know what that means? That means if you love yo' chick
Don't bring her to the VIP 'cause I might leave wit yo' chick

Just keepin' it real ** *****, it's a playa's field ** *****
Don't take no trick to the club when you just met her ** *****
'Cause I'm flirt wit her right, and he gon' flirt wit her right
And if she lickin' dat good ****, she gon' flirt wit her
I'm a flirt

Soon as I see her walk up in the club I?m a flirt
Winkin? eyes at me when I roll up on them dubs I?m a flirt
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low I?m a flirt
And when she's with her man lookin? at me damn right I?m a flirt

So homie don't bring your girl to meet me ?cause I?m a flirt
And baby don't bring your girlfriend to eat ?cause I?m a flirt
Please believe it unless your game is tight and you trust her
Then don't bring her 'round me because I?m a flirt

Kels, T.I., T-Pain
Ladies, if your man ain't hitting it right
Just call this number on the screen
I'll be at your rescue, yeah

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