Make It Clap - Lyrics - It Ain't Safe No More... - Busta Rhymes

Title: Make It Clap
Album: It Ain't Safe No More...
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, William Lewis, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Just make it clap, just make it clap
Ay yo we about to take everybody from every street
And throw a party in the Grand Canyon, come on!
Ah ha, yeah yeah, uh ah uh
See I know what it is, yeah yeah, ah, ah, ah
Flipmode baby, yeah, check it out

Hey! Hey! ain't no fakin' the fluid
Water drippin' off asses of women that's shakin' it to it
While I'm takin' you through it, no mistakin' my crew is
Flipmode baby! Got you actin' all stupid
Now I'm back in the cupid, just to tell you the truth is
Them niggas that be havin' you blacken and ready to lose it
Pushin' lambos and harley rockin' Roberto Cavalli
Now I got a new hobby diamonds and tattoos and bodies

Watch me crash through the party, go ahead and spaz girl
Tatoo in the name of my click across yo' ass girl
We about to blast girl, from here to Albuquerque
Like Jamaican niggas rockin big chains in socker jerseys
Take you on hotter journeys, the way we put it down
And be hittin' be havin you shittin' more than a box of Hersheys
We come to control it we come to command it
And just for the record we always come to set a new standard
Act like you know

Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin' them birds
To all my shorties wigglin' they shakin' they curves
Just make it clap, just make it clap
Just make it clap, ,just make it clap

See you a hot little mama it's only right that I holla
Love your face, love your smile, love that ass in a Prada
Make it, bounce up and down like the six four impalla
Turn around wiggle it, like you shakin' it for dollars
Girl your skin tone pretty and you love top wear Vickey
Sport Gucci and Gabbana when you love the world is sticky
Got a, crib in the city with a cherry eight fifty
We could cruise down the avenue and shop till you dizzy

Throw some karats in your pinky have your neck and wrist blingy
I could bless you with it all boo but never say gimme
We can, pop yellow bottles push whips in all models
Vroom vroom on the Calisport instead of Gucci goggles
I'm a fly little nigga boo enough for you to dig it boo
Hit me up later we can go somewhere and kick it boo
The name is Spliff baby I'll make you man hate me
'Cause my shit's steak and gravy plus my pipe gettin' crazy baby

Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin' them birds
To all my shorties wigglin' they shakin' they curves
Just make it clap, just make it clap
Just make it clap, just make it clap

I say come on if your ready, we wylin' all night
We make you feel good, make you feel right
See they drunk off of the henny, niggas wanna fight
Shit these bitches be wearin' be fittin' real tight
Niggas up in the club, niggas outside
Bag a couple bitches, bring them inside
Shorty dodgin' and dippin', shorty tryin to hide
Busy dodgin a nigga because she wanna ride, come on if ya

All ready we come to muscle y'all women
Come on, rastle and try to hastle and hustle y'all women
Come on, you, you, you, you see how we bubble y'all women
Come on, dibble and dabble how we be lovin' y'all women, come on
Let's get it on and let me hit it with my fitted on
Never mind a slow jam pump one of biggie's songs
Strip, yell or purr her off show me that butter soft
Open wide ma swallow when I let it off, yo

Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin' them birds
To all my shorties wigglin' they shakin' they curves
Just make it clap, just make it clap
Just make it clap, just make it clap

Just make it clap, just make it clap
Just make it clap, just make it clap

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Make It Clap (Remix) - Lyrics - It Ain't Safe No More... - Busta Rhymes

Title: Make It Clap (Remix)
Album: It Ain't Safe No More...
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, William Lewis, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Just make it clap, just make it clap
Ay yo we about to take everybody from every street
And throw a party in the Grand Canyon, come on!
Ah ha, yeah yeah, uh ah uh
See I know what it is, yeah yeah, ah, ah, ah
Flipmode baby, yeah, check it out

Hey! Hey! ain't no fakin' the fluid
Water drippin' off asses of women that's shakin' it to it
While I'm takin' you through it, no mistakin' my crew is
Flipmode baby! Got you actin' all stupid
Now I'm back in the cupid, just to tell you the truth is
Them niggas that be havin' you blacken and ready to lose it
Pushin' lambos and harley rockin' Roberto Cavalli
Now I got a new hobby diamonds and tattoos and bodies

Watch me crash through the party, go ahead and spaz girl
Tatoo in the name of my click across yo' ass girl
We about to blast girl, from here to Albuquerque
Like Jamaican niggas rockin big chains in socker jerseys
Take you on hotter journeys, the way we put it down
And be hittin' be havin you shittin' more than a box of Hersheys
We come to control it we come to command it
And just for the record we always come to set a new standard
Act like you know

Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin' them birds
To all my shorties wigglin' they shakin' they curves
Just make it clap, just make it clap
Just make it clap, ,just make it clap

See you a hot little mama it's only right that I holla
Love your face, love your smile, love that ass in a Prada
Make it, bounce up and down like the six four impalla
Turn around wiggle it, like you shakin' it for dollars
Girl your skin tone pretty and you love top wear Vickey
Sport Gucci and Gabbana when you love the world is sticky
Got a, crib in the city with a cherry eight fifty
We could cruise down the avenue and shop till you dizzy

Throw some karats in your pinky have your neck and wrist blingy
I could bless you with it all boo but never say gimme
We can, pop yellow bottles push whips in all models
Vroom vroom on the Calisport instead of Gucci goggles
I'm a fly little nigga boo enough for you to dig it boo
Hit me up later we can go somewhere and kick it boo
The name is Spliff baby I'll make you man hate me
'Cause my shit's steak and gravy plus my pipe gettin' crazy baby

Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin' them birds
To all my shorties wigglin' they shakin' they curves
Just make it clap, just make it clap
Just make it clap, just make it clap

I say come on if your ready, we wylin' all night
We make you feel good, make you feel right
See they drunk off of the henny, niggas wanna fight
Shit these bitches be wearin' be fittin' real tight
Niggas up in the club, niggas outside
Bag a couple bitches, bring them inside
Shorty dodgin' and dippin', shorty tryin to hide
Busy dodgin a nigga because she wanna ride, come on if ya

All ready we come to muscle y'all women
Come on, rastle and try to hastle and hustle y'all women
Come on, you, you, you, you see how we bubble y'all women
Come on, dibble and dabble how we be lovin' y'all women, come on
Let's get it on and let me hit it with my fitted on
Never mind a slow jam pump one of biggie's songs
Strip, yell or purr her off show me that butter soft
Open wide ma swallow when I let it off, yo

Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin' them birds
To all my shorties wigglin' they shakin' they curves
Just make it clap, just make it clap
Just make it clap, just make it clap

Just make it clap, just make it clap
Just make it clap, just make it clap

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Make It Rain - Lyrics - Me Myself & I - Fat Joe

Title: Make It Rain
Album: Me Myself & I
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Scott Spencer Storch, Joseph Cartagena, Dwayne Carter

Lyric:
Scotti let's make it rain on these n*****

Yeah, I'm in this b**** for terror got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella, I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this b**** for terror got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella, I make it rain

I make it rain, I make it rain on them
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them

Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack you hear the echo
Man, I seen the best go, you seen how that metal
I'm a hustla's hustla, a pusher's pusher
You a busta a custerma, I get u sum cooka

Yeah, crack is a chemist, I pack an 11
I mack in a 7, I'll clap at your reverend
I see you in NY, I'll send you an invite
You gon' need you a pass that's the code that we live by

Yeah, I'm in this b**** for terror got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella, I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this b**** for terror got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella, I make it rain

I make it rain, I make it rain on them
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them

Clap, clap, clap gotta make that a** clap
Gotta make that a** clap
Clap, clap, clap gotta make that a** clap
Gotta make that a** clap

Now why's everybody so mad at the south for?
Change your style up, switch 2 southpaw
Jada I was listenin'
So I made him a anthem and made some dividends

Lil' mama try 2 hit me with the Shoulder Lean
This Cootco Crack and I control the team
Couple bricks stacked up on that triple beam
My dirty bro sippin' that promethazean

That Ganja Green that Cali Weed
A n**** lose his life try roll on me
Now yup yup we get it, no ill feelin's about it
And the rain keep fallin' even when it's droughted

Yeah, I'm in this b**** for terror got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella, I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this b**** for terror got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella, I make it rain

I make it rain, I make it rain on them
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them

Mami's body' bangin' man, she got it man she does it all
She gets it poppin' with no hands I'll make it pour
I'll make it rain on 'em, I'm layin' game to 'em
I'm gassin' misses to tattoo my name on 'em

Gotta get that baby love, gotta get my paper up
Gotta [incomprehensible] crack and wanna rain on us
And you know what it is, yeah it's them powder kids
And we know how to bizz, so we don't give a s***

Yeah, I'm in this b**** for terror got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella, I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this b**** for terror got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella, I make it rain

I make it rain, I make it rain on them
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them

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Eric B Is President - Lyrics - Rakim

Title: Eric B Is President
Artist: Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin

Lyric:
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this

I came in the door, I said it before
I never let the mic magnatize me no more
But it's bitin' me, fightin' me, invitin' me to rhyme
I can't hold it back, I'm lookin' for the line

Takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat
The rhyme will be kickin' it until I hit my last note
My mind'll range to find all kinds of ideas
Self-esteem makes it seem like a thought took years to build

But still say a rhyme after the next one
Prepared, never scared, I'll just bless one
And you know that I'm the soloist
So Eric B, make 'em clap to this

Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this

I don't bug out or chill or be actin' ill
No tricks in '86, it's time to build
Eric B easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed
'Cuz to me, MC means move the crowd

I made it easy to dance to this
But can you detect what's comin' next from the flex of the wrist
Sayin' indeed that I precede 'cuz my man made a mix
If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix

If they can get some around until there's no rhymes left
I hurry up because the cut will make 'em bleed to death
But he's kickin' it because it ain't no half steppin'
The party is live, the rhyme can't be kept in

Side, it needs eruptin' just like a volcano
It ain't the everyday style of the same old rhyme
Because I'm better then the rest of them
Eric B is on the cut and my name is Rakim

Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap

Go get a girl and get soft and warm
Don't get excited, you've been invited to a quiet storm
But now it's out of hand 'cuz you told me you hate me
And then you ask what have I done lately

First you said all you want is love and affection
Let me be your angel and I'll be your protection
Take you out, buy you all kinds of thin's
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this

You caught an attitude, you need food to eat up
I'm schemin' like I'm dreamin' on a couch wit my feet up
You scream I'm lazy, you must be crazy
Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me

Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this

Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this

I made it easy to dance to this
But can you detect what's comin' next from the flex of the wrist
Sayin' indeed that I precede 'cuz my man made a mix
If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix

Eric B is on the cut and my name is Rakim
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this

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Clap Your Hands Pt. 1 - Lyrics - IMx - Imx

Title: Clap Your Hands Pt. 1
Album: IMx
Artist: Imx
Composer(s): Jerome Jones, Kelton Kessee, Tony Oliver, Marques Houston

Lyric:
Stop, look and listen, new chick on the block
Pop this, so sick, average chick, I'm not
My mouth's dry at the site of sexy miss
Hit the door lookin' for my niggas IMx

Up in the club poppin' tops on the bubbly
At the bar spot Bat, Romeo and LDB
The club is pack ohh shh, they are playin' my jam
A lot of thong wearin' chickens just clappin' their hands

Hey yo, is this a party tonight?
We gotta get my peoplz in the club tonight
Ain't no shh going down just love tonight
To all my ladies and thugs on the floor tonight

Hey yo, if your feelin' me
Throw your hands in the air and represent with me
Chrisstyle, Belve and Hennessey
So bartender can you please keep the cups flowin'

Ladies feel the rise when they start to grind
G-string in the middle with a big behind
She be switching them hips from right to left
We gonna dance all night until we run outta breath

Hey yo, look at the shorty she's a lil cuttie yo
The way she shakes it make you want to grab the booty yo
As I'm rubbing on them thighs why she beggin' for mo
This girls butt is so big I'm 'bout to lose control

If you came to get it crunk clap your hands
And all the fellas and shorties clap your hands
So all the playas put in the work and my ladies make it twurk
And if you came to get it crunk clap your hands

Oh, all the ladies wearing strings clap your hands
Just doing big things just clap, clap
All the playas put in the work and my ladies make it twurk
And if you came to get it crunk clap your hands

Hey yo, it's a party in here?
Everybody is havin' a good time in here
Americans, Asians, and Chicanes in here
Big ballerz, big pimpin', VIP in here

Hey you, if you're feelin' me
Throw your hands in the air and represent with me
Chrisstyle, Belve and Hennessey
So bartender can you please keep the cups flowin'

Ladies feel the raise when they start to grind
G-string in the middle with a big behind
Keep switching them hips from right to left
We gonna dance all night until we run outta breath

Hey yo, look at the shorty she's a lil cuttie yo
She way she shakes it make you want to grab the booty yo
I'll be rubbing on them thighs why she beggin' for mo
This girls butt is so big I'm 'bout to lose control

If you came to get it crunk clap your hands
And all the fellas and shorties clap your hands
So all the playas put in the work and my ladies make it twurk
And if you came to get it crunk clap your hands

Oh, all the ladies wearing strings clap your hands
Just doing big things just clap, clap
All the playas put in the work and my ladies make it twurk
And if you came to get it crunk clap your hands

Platinum Status got that blazin' shh
Heard the track and said you gotta let me lace that shh
In result hot joint called clap your hands
If they were down for the count then guess again

Staring like you never seen no real ballerz befo
S-5, escalate, drop tops to your cage
Label change, changing names, now they are back running things
No more immature shh they done step up the game

Ladies feel the raise when they start to grind
G-string in the middle with a big behind
Keep switching them hips from right to left
We gonna dance all night until we run outta breath

Look at the shorty she's a lil cuttie yo
The way she shakes it make you want to grab the booty yo
I'll be grabbing on them thighs why she beggin' for mo
This girl butt is so big I'm 'bout to lose control

If you came to get it crunk clap your hands
And all the fellas and shorties clap your hands
So all the playas put in the work and my ladies make it twurk
And if you came to get it crunk clap your hands

Oh, all the ladies wearing strings clap your hands
Just doing big things just clap, clap
All the playas put in the work and my ladies make it twurk
And if you came to get it crunk clap your hands

If you came to get it crunk clap your hands
And all the fellas and shorties clap your hands
So all the playas put in the work and my ladies make it twurk
And if you came to get it crunk clap your hands

Oh, all the ladies wearing strings clap your hands
Just doing big things just clap, clap
All the playas put in the work and my ladies make it twurk
And if you came to get it crunk clap your hands

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Eric B Is President - Lyrics - Paid In Full - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: Eric B Is President
Album: Paid In Full
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin

Lyric:
Make 'em clap to this
To show our appreciation for your support
Make 'em clap to this
Thank you DJ's

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this

I came in the door, I said it before
I never let the mic magnatize me no more
But it's biting me, fighting me, inviting me to rhyme
I can't hold it back I'm looking for the line

Taking off my coat clearing my throat
The rhyme will be kicking it until I hit my last note
My mind'll range to find all kinds of ideas
Self esteem makes it seem like a thought took years to build

But still say a rhyme after the next one
Prepared, never scared, I'll just bless one
And you know that I'm the soloist
So Eric B, make 'em clap to this

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this

I don't bug out or chill or be acting ill
No tricks in '86, it's time to build
Eric B easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed
'Cause to me, MC means move the crowd

I made it easy to dance to this
But can you detect what's coming next from the flex of the wrist?
Saying indeed then I precede 'cause my man made a mix
If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix

If they can get some around until there's no rhymes left
I hurry up because the cut will make 'em bleed to death
He's kicking it because it ain't no half stepping
The party is live, the rhyme can't be kept inside

It needs erupting just like a volcano
It ain't the everyday style of the same old rhyme
Because I'm better then the rest of them
Eric B is on the cut and my name is Rakim

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap

Go get a girl and get soft and warm
Don't get excited, you've been invited to a quiet storm
But now it's out of hand 'cause you told me you hate me
And then you ask what have I done lately

First you said, "All you want is love and affection"
Let me be your angel and I'll be your protection
Take you out, buy you all kinds of things
Make 'em clap to this

You caught an attitude, you need food to eat up
I'm scheming like I'm dreaming on a couch on my feet up
You scream I'm lazy, you must be crazy
Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this

I made it easy to dance to this
But can you detect what's coming next from the flex of the wrist?
Saying indeed then I precede 'cause my man made a mix
If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix

Eric B is on the cut and my name is Rakim, nasty

Make 'em clap to this
Drop your hands, drop your hands
Drop your hands to what he's doin'
Drop your hands to what he's doin'

Drop your hands, drop your hands
Drop your hands, drop your hands
Drop your hands to what he's doin'

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this

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I Can'T Take It [No More Remix] - Nas - Lyrics - Three Lw - 3lw

Title: I Can'T Take It [No More Remix] - Nas
Album: Three Lw
Artist: 3lw
Composer(s): Lil Mo S Barnes, William Griffin, Nasir Jones, J Olivier,

Lyric:
Everyday she walk by see me on the same block
Same crew, like she never seen rocks, chain watch, rims blue
Different color boots on, park Yukon
You predicates ex-cons, rip arms, bettin' chips

Puff medicine play my gangsta beats
Tunnel bangers, flex, clue tapes bang in the streets
I'm just a fly, thuggish baller shorty anxious to meet
Till I die keep wanting to head mink to the feet

But shorty jail bait, might get me five to life
Maybe in time you can be Nas's wife
Place school, study law I'm ma pay your tuition
Come on campus, buy you books, do your babysitting

My unusual style make your future unwild
When you get older I'mma bless you with a child
See now you was unaware that this thug had affection
Let me be your angel and I'll be your protection

It's either you will, either you won't
Sometimes you do, sometimes you don't
Sometimes it's yes, other times it's no
But I can't take it no more

Take your wrong and make it right
Just say you can make up your mind
Is is we is or is we ain't
'Cause I can't take it no more

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this

Baby, baby you keep, putting things before me
But I was there for you when you had nothing
So baby, baby, basically it's in you, it's in me
Now or never, give me all or nothing

It's either you will, either you won't
Sometimes you do, sometimes you don't
Sometimes it's yes, other times it's no
But I can't take it no more

Take your wrong and make it right
Just say you can make up your mind
Is is we is or is we ain't
'Cause I can't take it no more

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this

Baby, baby, you keep telling me you're changing
You promise you will be a better man then
But no soon as you see your peeps
There you go switching out on me
And we're back at square one again

Don 3, can't get with me, y'all just a child, child
Maybe I can get you with little Sammie and bow wow
Please girls try to understand me now, now
Like my little sisters I'mma hold you down, down

Got the whole world in your hands
Three little woman got these young boys tryna be their man
Do your thing shorty but if they get disrespectful
Get on your cell phone call big brother Esco, now let's go

'Cause all this back and forth in and out, ups and downs
Is beginning to wear me out
See you gotta tell me now, tell me now
Don't wait till the end, it's either me or your friends
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Remix, track masters, remix, precision, remix
We about to make ya clap to this, remix
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this

It's either you will, either you won't
Sometimes you do, sometimes you don't
Sometimes it's yes, other times it's no
But I can't take it no more

Take your wrong and make it right
Just say you can make up your mind
Is is we is or is we ain't
'Cause I can't take it no more

It's either you will, either you won't
Sometimes you do, sometimes you don't
Sometimes it's yes, other times it's no
But I can't take it no more

Take your wrong and make it right
Just say you can make up your mind
Is is we is or is we ain't
'Cause I can't take it no more

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this

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Clap Your Hands - Lyrics - Imx

Title: Clap Your Hands
Artist: Imx
Composer(s): Jerome Jones, Kelton Kessee, Tony Oliver, Marques Houston

Lyric:
All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

Ladies feel a rise when you start to grind
G-string in the middle with your big behind
She be switchin' them hips from right to left
We gone dance all night till we run out of breath

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

The place is already packed at a quarter past three
Girlies with they mini skirts and fly bodies
Ladies dancin' so hard, the fellas wantin' more
And it's gettin' kinda nasty on the dance floor

The DJ's spinnin' the cuts on the one's and two's
So many women around and so many dudes
You know the party's jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your swerve on

The place is already packed at a quarter past three
Girlies with they mini skirts and fly bodies
Ladies dancin' so hard, the fellas wantin' more
And it's gettin' kinda nasty on the dance floor

The DJ's spinnin' the cuts on the one's and two's
So many women around and so many dudes
You know the party's jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your swerve on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

The place is already packed at a quarter past three
Girlies with they mini skirts and fly bodies
Ladies dancin' so hard, the fellas wantin' more
And it's gettin' kinda nasty on the dance floor

The DJ's spinnin' the cuts on the one's and two's
So many women around and so many dudes
You know the party's jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your swerve on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

IMx, platinum status, say what, say what
If you came to get it crunk clap your hands

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Clap Your Hands (Part 2) - Lyrics - Imx

Title: Clap Your Hands (Part 2)
Artist: Imx
Composer(s): Jerome Jones, Kelton Kessee, Tony Oliver, Marques Houston

Lyric:
All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

Ladies feel a rise when you start to grind
G-string in the middle with your big behind
She be switchin' them hips from right to left
We gone dance all night till we run out of breath

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

The place is already packed at a quarter past three
Girlies with they mini skirts and fly bodies
Ladies dancin' so hard, the fellas wantin' more
And it's gettin' kinda nasty on the dance floor

The DJ's spinnin' the cuts on the one's and two's
So many women around and so many dudes
You know the party's jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your swerve on

The place is already packed at a quarter past three
Girlies with they mini skirts and fly bodies
Ladies dancin' so hard, the fellas wantin' more
And it's gettin' kinda nasty on the dance floor

The DJ's spinnin' the cuts on the one's and two's
So many women around and so many dudes
You know the party's jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your swerve on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

The place is already packed at a quarter past three
Girlies with they mini skirts and fly bodies
Ladies dancin' so hard, the fellas wantin' more
And it's gettin' kinda nasty on the dance floor

The DJ's spinnin' the cuts on the one's and two's
So many women around and so many dudes
You know the party's jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your swerve on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

IMx, platinum status, say what, say what
If you came to get it crunk clap your hands

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Get Buck - Lyrics - Akon

Title: Get Buck
Artist: Akon
Composer(s): Dj Felli Fel Christopher Bria Bridges, Jonathan H Smith, Leroy V Watson, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Chea!
It's dat incredible shit
Talk to ?em
It?s too many beautiful ladies in this house tonight Felli
I think we need to hit ?em off something, proffer something
Ok, woo

They call me Diddy
DJ Felli Fel
Testing 1, 2, 3
Testing 1, 2, 3
Check this out, listen to me, listen

Life is tricky I'm picky baby, but I just spotted you
Doin' your thing, g-string, shoe string point of view, hey
Lend me ya body, you got me in a zone
Bet a million and a half cash, I can make you explode

You don?t wanna break the code, you want a day of Combs
I can take you on outer limits away from home
Where your girls pop, mammi wallin' for sure
In the middle of the club doin' her rodeo show

The whole scene steamy, wet dreamy
Invisible sex clean me, incredible sex, you need me
Ya ease me, please me baby, I maybe am little crazy
But in a way that make ya baby page me

Don?t make me get buck in here!
Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners
Too much booty for one man to handle
When all I need is a one night scandal

And I?ma get buck in here!
Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards
You?re the type to make me grip that handle
Lick shots in the air, bustin' at random
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(You gotta shake that thang, shake that thang)
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(Just shake that thang, shake that thang)

She can make it clap like a standin' ovation
Spin like my record at the radio station
Feel the sensation, I put it right there
They be like Luda, I be like yea!

You like it like that, dontchya baby?
The flow's insane, and the stroke is crazy
I stroke so good, like Tiger Woods
And I roar like a tiger would

My livelihood, is not Hollywood
I'm still Southside Atlanta, that?s a lively hood
A circus, big top, like Ringling Brothers
If you wanna learn something, bring your mothers

Sit back and observe, invite some friends
We can mix it all up, like juice and gin
Felli on the celly with a couple of twins
Cuz tonight, damn right, we gonna do it again

Don?t make me get buck in here!
Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners
Too much booty for one man to handle
When all I need is a one night scandal

And I?ma get buck in here!
Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards
You?re the type to make me grip that handle
Lick shots in the air, bustin' at random
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(You gotta shake that thang, shake that thang)
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(Just shake that thang, shake that thang)

Listen, women lace ?em, g for a jet from ?em
Twist ?em, crooked, cell phone numbers, private
Flip ?em, change ?em, prissy and boogie the hood
Game of taste ?em, trissy's I?m runnin' ?em good

Leather or silk, I melt them all
Love ?em, leave ?em, give ?em hell for sure
Tell them words they minds and souls deserve
Or give them things they might prefer

Saint Tropez, and mandarin sweet massage oil
Pimp, gamin', grants, and Benzes I tried ?em
Used to style ?em, now I just Virgin Island ?em
Kamasutra freaky

Don?t make me get buck in here!
Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners
Too much booty for one man to handle
When all I need is a one night scandal

And I?ma get buck in here!
Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards
You?re the type to make me grip that handle
Lick shots in the air, bustin' at random

Hold up, hold up, yo yo yo yo
It's your boy Lil? Jon, right
It's time to take this thing to another level!
Let?s go!

Let?s go!
Let me see you get hands up!
Let me see you get hands up!
Let me see you put your drinks up!
Let me see you put your drinks up!

Now get buck in this bitch!
Buck in this bitch!
Get buck in this bitch!
Get buck in this bitch!
Get crunk in this bitch!
Get drunk in this bitch!
Get fucked in this bitch!
Get fucked in this bitch!

Hey, hey, hey!
Ay Felli you a fool for that one man, ha

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Get Buck In Here - Lyrics - Felli Fel

Title: Get Buck In Here
Artist: Felli Fel
Composer(s): Dj Felli Fel Christopher Bria Bridges, Jonathan H Smith, Leroy V Watson, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Chea!
It's dat incredible shit
Talk to ?em
It?s too many beautiful ladies in this house tonight Felli
I think we need to hit ?em off something, proffer something
Ok, woo

They call me Diddy
DJ Felli Fel
Testing 1, 2, 3
Testing 1, 2, 3
Check this out, listen to me, listen

Life is tricky I'm picky baby, but I just spotted you
Doin' your thing, g-string, shoe string point of view, hey
Lend me ya body, you got me in a zone
Bet a million and a half cash, I can make you explode

You don?t wanna break the code, you want a day of Combs
I can take you on outer limits away from home
Where your girls pop, mammi wallin' for sure
In the middle of the club doin' her rodeo show

The whole scene steamy, wet dreamy
Invisible sex clean me, incredible sex, you need me
Ya ease me, please me baby, I maybe am little crazy
But in a way that make ya baby page me

Don?t make me get buck in here!
Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners
Too much booty for one man to handle
When all I need is a one night scandal

And I?ma get buck in here!
Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards
You?re the type to make me grip that handle
Lick shots in the air, bustin' at random
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(You gotta shake that thang, shake that thang)
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(Just shake that thang, shake that thang)

She can make it clap like a standin' ovation
Spin like my record at the radio station
Feel the sensation, I put it right there
They be like Luda, I be like yea!

You like it like that, dontchya baby?
The flow's insane, and the stroke is crazy
I stroke so good, like Tiger Woods
And I roar like a tiger would

My livelihood, is not Hollywood
I'm still Southside Atlanta, that?s a lively hood
A circus, big top, like Ringling Brothers
If you wanna learn something, bring your mothers

Sit back and observe, invite some friends
We can mix it all up, like juice and gin
Felli on the celly with a couple of twins
Cuz tonight, damn right, we gonna do it again

Don?t make me get buck in here!
Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners
Too much booty for one man to handle
When all I need is a one night scandal

And I?ma get buck in here!
Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards
You?re the type to make me grip that handle
Lick shots in the air, bustin' at random
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(You gotta shake that thang, shake that thang)
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(Just shake that thang, shake that thang)

Listen, women lace ?em, g for a jet from ?em
Twist ?em, crooked, cell phone numbers, private
Flip ?em, change ?em, prissy and boogie the hood
Game of taste ?em, trissy's I?m runnin' ?em good

Leather or silk, I melt them all
Love ?em, leave ?em, give ?em hell for sure
Tell them words they minds and souls deserve
Or give them things they might prefer

Saint Tropez, and mandarin sweet massage oil
Pimp, gamin', grants, and Benzes I tried ?em
Used to style ?em, now I just Virgin Island ?em
Kamasutra freaky

Don?t make me get buck in here!
Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners
Too much booty for one man to handle
When all I need is a one night scandal

And I?ma get buck in here!
Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards
You?re the type to make me grip that handle
Lick shots in the air, bustin' at random

Hold up, hold up, yo yo yo yo
It's your boy Lil? Jon, right
It's time to take this thing to another level!
Let?s go!

Let?s go!
Let me see you get hands up!
Let me see you get hands up!
Let me see you put your drinks up!
Let me see you put your drinks up!

Now get buck in this bitch!
Buck in this bitch!
Get buck in this bitch!
Get buck in this bitch!
Get crunk in this bitch!
Get drunk in this bitch!
Get fucked in this bitch!
Get fucked in this bitch!

Hey, hey, hey!
Ay Felli you a fool for that one man, ha

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Get Buck In Here - Lyrics - Dj Felli Fel

Title: Get Buck In Here
Artist: Dj Felli Fel
Composer(s): Dj Felli Fel Christopher Bria Bridges, Jonathan H Smith, Leroy V Watson, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Chea!
It's dat incredible shit
Talk to ?em
It?s too many beautiful ladies in this house tonight Felli
I think we need to hit ?em off something, proffer something
Ok, woo

They call me Diddy
DJ Felli Fel
Testing 1, 2, 3
Testing 1, 2, 3
Check this out, listen to me, listen

Life is tricky I'm picky baby, but I just spotted you
Doin' your thing, g-string, shoe string point of view, hey
Lend me ya body, you got me in a zone
Bet a million and a half cash, I can make you explode

You don?t wanna break the code, you want a day of Combs
I can take you on outer limits away from home
Where your girls pop, mammi wallin' for sure
In the middle of the club doin' her rodeo show

The whole scene steamy, wet dreamy
Invisible sex clean me, incredible sex, you need me
Ya ease me, please me baby, I maybe am little crazy
But in a way that make ya baby page me

Don?t make me get buck in here!
Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners
Too much booty for one man to handle
When all I need is a one night scandal

And I?ma get buck in here!
Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards
You?re the type to make me grip that handle
Lick shots in the air, bustin' at random
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(You gotta shake that thang, shake that thang)
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(Just shake that thang, shake that thang)

She can make it clap like a standin' ovation
Spin like my record at the radio station
Feel the sensation, I put it right there
They be like Luda, I be like yea!

You like it like that, dontchya baby?
The flow's insane, and the stroke is crazy
I stroke so good, like Tiger Woods
And I roar like a tiger would

My livelihood, is not Hollywood
I'm still Southside Atlanta, that?s a lively hood
A circus, big top, like Ringling Brothers
If you wanna learn something, bring your mothers

Sit back and observe, invite some friends
We can mix it all up, like juice and gin
Felli on the celly with a couple of twins
Cuz tonight, damn right, we gonna do it again

Don?t make me get buck in here!
Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners
Too much booty for one man to handle
When all I need is a one night scandal

And I?ma get buck in here!
Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards
You?re the type to make me grip that handle
Lick shots in the air, bustin' at random
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(You gotta shake that thang, shake that thang)
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(Just shake that thang, shake that thang)

Listen, women lace ?em, g for a jet from ?em
Twist ?em, crooked, cell phone numbers, private
Flip ?em, change ?em, prissy and boogie the hood
Game of taste ?em, trissy's I?m runnin' ?em good

Leather or silk, I melt them all
Love ?em, leave ?em, give ?em hell for sure
Tell them words they minds and souls deserve
Or give them things they might prefer

Saint Tropez, and mandarin sweet massage oil
Pimp, gamin', grants, and Benzes I tried ?em
Used to style ?em, now I just Virgin Island ?em
Kamasutra freaky

Don?t make me get buck in here!
Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners
Too much booty for one man to handle
When all I need is a one night scandal

And I?ma get buck in here!
Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards
You?re the type to make me grip that handle
Lick shots in the air, bustin' at random

Hold up, hold up, yo yo yo yo
It's your boy Lil? Jon, right
It's time to take this thing to another level!
Let?s go!

Let?s go!
Let me see you get hands up!
Let me see you get hands up!
Let me see you put your drinks up!
Let me see you put your drinks up!

Now get buck in this bitch!
Buck in this bitch!
Get buck in this bitch!
Get buck in this bitch!
Get crunk in this bitch!
Get drunk in this bitch!
Get fucked in this bitch!
Get fucked in this bitch!

Hey, hey, hey!
Ay Felli you a fool for that one man, ha

Play the MP3 online for free!

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Make It Loud - Lyrics - You Can't See Me - John Cena

Title: Make It Loud
Album: You Can't See Me
Artist: John Cena
Composer(s): M. Predka, J. Cena, Rick James

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Lyric:
It's the joint, baby, gotta make it loud
So let me hear some noise from the crowd
That's noise

It's the joint, baby, gotta make it loud
Get the point, yo, you gotta make it loud
Everybody in the club make it loud
And let me hear some noise from the crowd

It's the joint, baby, gotta make it loud
Get the point, yo, you gotta make it loud
Everybody in the club make it loud
And let me hear some noise from the crowd

Yeah, yeah, we came to kick the door down
It's time to hit the floor now, yo, we got some shit in store now
So clap your hands while we let the sax blow
Not quite crispy green but we came to stack dough

We ain't maxed yo, we just try and get this money right
Bills made of Spandex, I still keep my money tight
Never stoppin', all I see is the money like
The kid on the mic is too RAW for your Monday night

If you got in free or your fuckin' cover's paid
Bounce to this motherfucker like you was some rubber made
This ain't that Cristal sippin' type shit
It's that bottle breakin', startin' riot type shit

So jump up and down till ya break the floor
Yo, we keep it underground like a basement tour
East coast reppin', stretchin' out to L.A.
Not 007 but we 'Die Another Day', what

It's the joint, baby, gotta make it loud
Get the point, yo, you gotta make it loud
Everybody in the club make it loud
And let me hear some noise from the crowd

It's the joint, baby, gotta make it loud
Get the point, yo, you gotta make it loud
Everybody in the club make it loud
And let me hear some noise from the crowd

I tear up any track, front to back
Like Roy Jones takin' on fifty year-old cats
Makin' comebacks, where you at, cats spit soft shit
Like whispers and gloves, I'm not hearin' that

It's all love maybe if you wanna rub, baby
Anythin' but that, step back, lady
Trademarc, John Cena, clubbin' it up
We got Chaos on the one and two, cuttin' it up

I'm all about laid back, don't jock, I hate that
I see through haters games, don't mistake that
I still got love if you buyin' our shit
If you claim you hatin' us but you ridin' our dicks

Everybody hear the name, Marc Predka
It's gonna ring like an echo for years, I never left ya
All y'all raise your glass to this shit
'Cause Trademarc's the head of the class of misfits

It's the joint, baby, gotta make it loud
Get the point, yo, you gotta make it loud
Everybody in the club make it loud
And let me hear some noise from the crowd

It's the joint, baby, gotta make it loud
Get the point, yo, you gotta make it loud
Everybody in the club make it loud
And let me hear some noise from the crowd

We steal your top spot and you not gettin' your number back
Chop down competition like I was a lumberjack
Clear out the club floor, we keep 'em comin' back
Tough to bring down like an overweight runnin' back

Yeah and we blaze 'em, baby
Trademarc, John Cena, we amazin', baby
Yo, we tear up any crew, leave a motherfucker worn
Y'all are just soft like some Cinemax porn

I move a crowd like a bomb scare
Grab the mic when we hittin' it right, if you want fear
Some say Trademarc, he ain't all there
We old school like when Sonny was on Cher

Take it back like a Richard Pyror eight-track
And grab a chunk of your change like a state tax
Man please, we want platinum plaques
I want cream, green, cheddar cheese to grab in stacks

It's the joint, baby, gotta make it loud
Get the point, yo, you gotta make it loud
Everybody in the club make it loud
And let me hear some noise from the crowd

It's the joint, baby, gotta make it loud
Get the point, yo, you gotta make it loud
Everybody in the club make it loud
And let me hear some noise from the crowd

Chaos on the one and two, cuttin' it up
Chaos on the one and two, cuttin' it up
That's that shit
That's that shit

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Strawberry Bounce - Lyrics - Damita Jo - Janet Jackson

Title: Strawberry Bounce
Album: Damita Jo
Artist: Janet Jackson
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Lorenzo Irving, Terry E Lewis, Tony Tolbert, James Harris, Janet Jackson, Jeffrey B Atkins, Kanye Omari West, Robin Andre Mays

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Lyric:
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
I like to make it
You know I'll make it
(Now can you take it)

La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
I like to make it
You know I'll make it
(Now can you take it)

Ooh baby
Let me be your playground
Push it out and catch it on the rebound
Turn it out swinging from this pole
I'mma make you
(Lose control)

Gyrate then spin it like a yo-yo
Slap the back and jiggle it like jell-o
Honey if you came for a show
I'mma make you
(Lose control)

La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
Up and down baby
You know I like to make it
(Now can you take it)

La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
Up and down baby
You know I like to make it
(Now can you take it)

Bump the beat
Just watch the way I pump it
The way I work it gonna keep you cumin'
Do a dance that's so sexual
I'mma make you
(Lose control)

Don't trip
You know you wanna watch this
I'm a pro you won't be disappointed
Gonna leave you beggin' for more
I'mma make you
(Lose control)

La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
I like to make it
You know I'll make it
Now can you take it
(Lose control)

La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
Up and down baby
You know I like to make it
I like to make it
(Lose control)

Ew wee baby
My lips as sweet as honey
When I put 'em in your face
Gonna make you spend ya' money
Come on or you're gonna miss it
Ring ring don't you wanna kiss it
(Lose control)

Watchin' me do a dance
Makin' you so horny
If you want a little taste
Gotta show me how much you want
Pop it
Bounce, bounce
Clap, clap
You like dat?
(Lose control)

I did a tease to bring you to yo' knees baby
Broke you down made you feel sleezy
Then you said
"Fine muthafucka, I like it, I like it"
(Lose control)

I did a tease to bring you to yo' knees baby
Now you know that pimpin' ain't easy
Then you said
"Fine muthafucka, I like it, I like it"
(Lose control)

La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
I like to make it
You know I'll make it
Now can you take it
(Lose control)

La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
Up and down baby
You know I like to make it
I like to make it
(Lose control)

La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
I like to make it
You know I'll make it
Now can you take it
(Lose control)

La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
I like to make it
You know I'll make it
Now can you take it
(Lose control)

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