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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Mannish Boy - Lyrics - Warren Zevon

Title: Mannish Boy
Artist: Warren Zevon
Composer(s): Mckinley Morganfield, Mel London, Ellas Mcdaniel

Lyric:
When I was a little boy, about the age of five
My Mama told me, I'd be the greatest thing alive
Now I'm a man, way past twenty-one
Come on with me honey, we'll have lots of fun

I said "m, a, child, n", that represent man
That indicate I'm grown
But when I say "wang" that mean mannish boy

I see that woman, standin' in that light
I'll make love to ya baby for three hours tight
What another man?

And when I shoots, won't never miss
Make love to your cousin, she can't resist
I said, "m, a, child, n", that indicate "Man"
When I say "wang", that mean mannish boy

I'm a man, Hoochi Koochi man
Natural born, lover's man
I'm a rollin' stone, I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a rollin' stone, I'm a rollin' stone, I'm a rollin' stone

Well I'm going down to Kansas soon
Bring back my second cousin, Little John the Conkeroo
I say "m, a, child, n", that indicate I'm grown

I'm a man, Hoochi Koochi man
Natural born, lover's man
I'm a rollin' stone, I'm a rollin' stone, I'm a rollin' stone

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Mannish Boy - Lyrics - Electric Mud - Muddy Waters

Title: Mannish Boy
Album: Electric Mud
Artist: Muddy Waters
Composer(s): Mckinley Morganfield, Mel London, Ellas Mcdaniel

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Lyric:
Whoa yeah, oh yeah
Everythin' gonna be alright this mornin'
Oh yeah

Now when I was a young boy, at the age of 5
My mother said I was gonna be the greatest man alive
But now I'm a man, I passed 21
I want you to believe me honey I had lots of fun

I'm a man
Spell M-A child -N
That represents man
No B-O child -Y
That mean mannish boy

I'm a man
I'm a full grown man
I'm a man
I'm a natural born lovers man
I'm a man child
I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a man child
I'm a hoochie coochie man

Sittin' on the outside, just me and my mate
You know I'm made to move you honey
Come up 2 hours late
Was that a man?

I spell M-A- child -N
That represents man
No B-O- child -Y
That mean mannish boy

A man
I'm a full grown man
I'm a man
I'm a natural born lovers man
I'm a man
I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a man child
I'm a hoochie coochie man

I'm a natural born lovers man
I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a natural born lover
I'm a hoochie coochie man
Well, well

Oh yeah, hey
I'm a natural born lovers man
Well
I'm a natural born lover

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Mannish Boy - Lyrics - Jimi Hendrix: Blues - Jimi Hendrix

Title: Mannish Boy
Album: Jimi Hendrix: Blues
Artist: Jimi Hendrix
Composer(s): Mckinley Morganfield, Mel London, Ellas Mcdaniel

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Lyric:
Mamma
Mamma hasn't take one
Oh ooo yeah
Whoo ooh ooh yeah
Yeah

Every thing's gonna be alright this mornin'
Now bust it

Ow wah
Wow wowwa wowwa

Hey
When I was a young boy
While about at the edge of fire, I think
I had a seartin' kinda problem
People along the vocal line
Now I'm a man, I made 21
You now baby, we'll have a whole lot of fun
'Cause I'm a man, spendin'
Hey child, little boy
Guess where I am
Amm a

Dididdy diddy
Dididdy diddy

Hey
All you pretty woman
Standin' around
I'll make love to you
All this time
I'm not sure
You'll never miss
The way I make love
Miss Harris
'Cause I'm a man
I swear I'm the only
Oh me
Little child, now
Oh me
Little child
Anna na na na

Doodoodoo doody
Doodoodoo doody
Whoo

Uh uh an uh uhha

'Cause I'm a man

Yeah

'Cause I'm a mannish child
I said I'm a mad villain
I said I'm a man babe
I said I'm a man
Yeah baby

Yeah

I'm goin' down south
To Kansas too
I'm going to bring back my second cousin
Little John, we call him blue
'Cause I'm a man
What fun we had
Chasin' rabbits
In the sand
Hey hey hey
Hey!

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Friday, July 30, 2010

Kiss Kiss (Remix) - Lyrics - Chris Brown

Title: Kiss Kiss (Remix)
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Christopher Brown, Faheem Najm

Lyric:
Yo this is Nappy Boy Radio live
With your boy T-Pain, we love rap music
Listen, uh, we got a caller on line one
Caller, what's your problem?

Hello, I'm on the radio with T-Pain
How's it goin'?
It ain't goin' good
My girl ain't doin' her things she used to do and oh

I got just what you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it hear first Nappy Boy Radio
We love you

Hey, she want that lovey dovey
(Lovey dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

She want that lovey dovey
(Lovey dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

I'm a country boy from Tappahannock, VA is where I reside
So shawty understand it and I know I just turned 18
And I get a little mannish and you see the bandana hangin'
That means I'm like a bandit like, like a bandit, bandit

I got paper girl, the Lamborghini
With the spider seats, you never seen it
So get it shawty, we parkin' lot pimpin' in my dome
And I know what you want

She want that lovey dovey
(Lovey dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

She want that lovey dovey
(Lovey dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

I'm the epitome of this demonstration, I got the remedy
You feelin' me, so why is you hatin' my anatomy?
It's bird like, yeah, you heard right
Girl, I'm the king so that means I'm fly, fly

If you with it girl, get it poppin'
Girl with me, ain't no stoppin'
So get it shawty, we parking lot pimpin' in my dome
I know what you want

She want that lovey dovey
(Lovey, dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

She want that lovey dovey
(Lovey dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

Shawty, let me holla at you, you so hot, hot, hot, hot
You think I'd be hollen', if you not, not, not, not?
I'm king of the town, you can take a look around
Teddy Penderaz down is in the spot, spot, spot, spot

I got money on me
Baby girl, no problem
You rollin' shawty?
Let's hit McDonald's
It's TP and CB, I'm a Nappy Boy

She want that lovey dovey
(Lovey dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

She want that lovey dovey
(Lovey dovey)
That kiss, kiss
(Kiss, kiss)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

They hatin' on me
(Hatin' on me)
They wanna diss, diss
(Kiss, kiss)
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be, yeah

We are live back on Nappy Boy Radio, this is your boy DJ Pain
I gotta get outta here man, I just wanna leave with it
If you ain't got it by now then you're just ain't getting it

Let's go, Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy
Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy
Boy, I say, Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy
Nappy, Nappy, Nappy and Pretty Boy
Let's go

5, 4, 3, 0, yeah

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Kiss Kiss - Lyrics - Exclusive - Chris Brown

Title: Kiss Kiss
Album: Exclusive
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Christopher Brown, Faheem Najm

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Friday, August 6, 2010

40 - Extra Mannish - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Extra Mannish
Artist: E
Composer(s): Julio Jr Iglesias

Lyric:
I'mma lil mannish muthafucka
I take out them older brothas
Started out sellin' marijauna
But now I'm sellin' yola

Shit was gettin' hella funky at first
When a nigga was snatchin' up bitches purse
Ended up gettin' kicked up outta school in Vallejo
They clocked me like a circus
(Like a circus?)

I was the 'lil mannish mufucka showin' out in the back of the church
My momma was quick to hit me witta switch and I'd say that hurts
Get to the house, start some shit and start some trash
I never believed a hard head made a soft ass

'Cause I be movin' fast and I be tryin'na stash
Beat up the pizza man and I straight dash
Disobedient sports cut my days short
My mama got tired of takin' my ass back and forth to court

I said momma I'mma straighten up for you and I promise that I'mma work
Got me a job as a paper boy, 21 dollars a month
5 o'clock in the morning, damn I'm slavin' for the fuckin' white man
21 dollars might buy me some porage call me chicken George

I'm tired of muthafuckas fuckin' over me
How can I find a way to make some real money?
But you don't feel me, I was tired of being broke lookin' tore down
I came up off a twenty dollar break me down

Next thang you know, I was up to about a quarter of a key ballin'
Niggaz wuz trippin' off me cause I was a young muthafucka ballin'
Gettin' my fetti on but when it was funk I had to stall
Time to go get them choppers and bring out the u-haul

I'm extra mannish-I make ya vanish-I play for keeps
Investigate that ass till I find out where you sleep
Muthafucka, I'm Kamikaze-don't even try me I
Bars nuttin', best believe that I'mma bring the uh

Fully automatic tommy with the info red and say I'm sorry
Before I pump yo ass fulla lead and dump the body
"Extra mannish" thats what people be callin' me
Oh we can be cool until you gets to threatenin' me

I lose my temper and shit, my eyes turn red
Blow my top and get real hot at the head
I guess I'mma failure, I got no future in my frontin'
All I'm able to do is sell dope and hit the blunt

Don't ask me why? Sometimes I go to church and testify
The preacher preaches and I be dang near ready to cry
Rebuke the devil, I gotta get up out the ghetto free
Sometimes I wonder if mommy and daddy was ever payin' me

Who would ever think that a nigga like me
Would become such a bad ass youngster?
My mommy and daddy done fucked around and created a damn monster
Why didn't I wait till I was bigger, before I started drinkin' malt liquor?

I guess I was a nappy headed stubborn 'lil mannish ass nigga
Guess who comes thru
(who?)
Its me the Y O U N G M U T Z

I'm just as mannish as I wanna be I pack a 30-30
Niggaz wanna blast me because I'm down and dirty
Extra mannish is how I'm livin' and I'm fuckin' my neighbors bitch and
She's lovin' every minute of the dick that I be givin'

Bitches on my jock bitches on my jock
Niggaz on the block know I got a glock
Bean cocks, Pecos, and all that
I'm beatin niggaz down witta baseball bat

I'm not the revenues, I'm gettin' paid fool
A ghetto muthafucka witta attitude
S I C K W I T I T
It's Young Mutz and E-40

This explains why its hard for us blacks and Hispanics
And why we turn extra mannish

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

40 - Where The Party At - Lyrics - The Mail Man - E

Title: 40 - Where The Party At
Album: The Mail Man
Artist: E
Composer(s): Earl Thomas Stevens, Marvin Whitemon

Lyric:
Where's the party at?

Forget it man, I can't lie
I'm drunk as a skunk but I'm nothin' funk
I shoots the game, the gift I spit
The gift of gab boy, the gift is ripped

Deal with the skill that makes ya feel it
Those who don't wanna feel it need to kill it
Knows that I can giddy go when it's time to get
On the M I C H R O P H O N E, it's me the hustler 40

With them raggedy seperaters as if it was funky
A brother like me don't hang around no suckers
That be faulty, I be puttin' the group up in the boot
Be puttin' the peas up in the pod, left the cookies in the jar

Now I'm a rap star, the rapologist
I pull a 40 out of my ball cap
Then I bust ya down side of this
'Cause partner ain't never been no punk in this

I'm so serious brother, I got meals, wheels
And about seven thousand dollars worth of bills
Givin' up deals, hills let 'em go for a lil' bit or nothin'
As I showcase my skills for real

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

Pullin' up in the club about eleven
I plays my feet and hit the beat and kept it revvin'
I got a lil' doja that I'm fixin' to break down
Roll 'em up in a zag, lick 'em stick 'em and clown

I'm fully dig with a dick, my game is on hit
I got tipped so I tip 'cause I'm livin' with this
Game tight with the knack, I'm pullin' in scratch
They better have a tight grip on they stuff
'Cause I'm 'bout to snatch your batch

If she wants it she'll be mine in the cutlass
Puffin' on some of this chronic while I'm gettin'
Straight penny laced, heard about the drought season
They be lookin' for a reason
It's like thanksgiving without the feastin'

Extra mannish, how I'm livin' and [Incomprehensible] my name is groupie
It's Mr. 30-30 givin' up game to all you hoochies
Bitches always splittin' stick the wood but sometimes wouldn't
Suckin' and grabbin' my little pecker
Talkin' about sick on my gold better
Talkin' about sick on my gold better

I remember when carts was Barbie cut before I was in junior high
All they wanted to do is kiss and let me play with they vagina
I got my freshen up, I put on my chucks, also down with pluck
The finest watch on the playground, the one with the big ass butt

40, I love you, I miss you, I need you
And retrospect to who
Bitch, come anew, bitch, come anew

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

'Cause we made like thugs, get juiced in the parking lot
Before we go up in the clubs, hugs and kisses
Gotta make sure we got our gloves, hugs and kisses
E-40 can't be on anymore, hugs and kisses

Straight to the bar ,no time to waste
Kickin' 'em back while they take the place
Order me a shot of that liquor to taste

Thinkin' they about to beat my face
Oh, no, I'm nothin' but a professional
Oh, no, we're nothin' but professionals

Hoochies all in my face with some of that dope water
Brothers already purple off some of that soap water
So I'ma make a toast to the most mobbish lookin' brothers in this
By midnight 'cause brothers gotta get the shit that's really in man

Batches on our jock, batches on our jock
Mind teachin' things to these brothers
'Cause that's us, captain save a botch
They wanna be like big boys and sport big boot
They wanna be like big boys and sport fresh suits

I got love for D-boys 'cause D-boys got love from me
I got love for D-boys 'cause D-boys got love from me
I got love for D-boys 'cause D-boys got love from me
I got love for D-boys 'cause D-boys got love from me

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

We in this baby boy swervin', E-40 in the mob scene
And I'm still down with the C L I C K comin' yo' way
In the 94 then 95, it don't stop, boy, ain't no jive
Sell the rest of them tapes boy, where the deposit at?
Where mine at? Oh, for real, I'm out

Where's the party at?
Where's the party at?
Where's the party at?
...

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Innocent Man - Lyrics - Buddy's Baddest: The Best Of Buddy Guy - Buddy Guy

Title: Innocent Man
Album: Buddy's Baddest: The Best Of Buddy Guy
Artist: Buddy Guy
Composer(s): Buddy Guy

Lyric:
I am, I'm innocent man
I am, I'm innocent man

You know about it
You surely don't know
But I think that
Probably you'll sure understand

I didn't get a chance to defend myself
I hope it makes it better for someone else
You said, you thought I was using PCP
That's why you all was beating up on me

I am a innocent man
I am a innocent man

You know about it
You surely don't know
But I think that
Probably you'll sure understand

Going downtown
To Kansas Stew
Bring back the second cousin
That little Johnny Cocheroo

Now ain't that a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
I spell man
No B, O child, Y

I spell mannish boy
I'm a man
I'm a full grown man
I'm a man
I'm a hoochie, coochie man
I'm a brr

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

40 - Doin' The Fool - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Doin' The Fool
Artist: E
Composer(s): Alphonso J. Bailey, Chad L. Butler, S. Pross, Todd Anthony Shaw, Earl Stevens, Micah Troy

Lyric:
Nigga up in this motherfucker
I mean I been fuckin' with this motherfuckin' burgundy carpet pimpin'
What about you pimpin', I mean I know you fuckin' around with that
Purple bag you know what I mean? That Crown Royal, oh boy!

I mean, we got, we got a whole bunch of player-ass niggaz
Up in this m'uhfucker right here today
We got that nigga, E-Feezy, Too Short, knahmean
Pimp C up in this motherfucker, nigga Pastor Troy

Damn fool I hits free it ain't wholesale
Just got through hittin' it so well, at a hotel
But don't tell I cuss your fuckin' ass out bitch
Fuck yo' drunk-ass and watch you pass out bitch

And when you wake up, I tell you anything
You fucked me so good bitch, you deserve a wedding ring
I practice what I preach, ridin' vogues and findin' hoes
I told her I'd buy some clothes, but I'd be lyin' to hoes

I ain't buyin' her shit, bitch I can't do that
I had to jump in my car, and call you a cab
'Cause I'm out, you know I'm all about fuckin' hella good
Take the rubber off I'm in your mouth comin' to a town

Near you, real soon
Infiltratin' hoes nigga, we some real fools
And it's true and baby girl knows it too
Ask her shit she'll tell you how I do it fool

Doin' the fool
Ain't no love motherfucker we breakin' the rules
Doin' the fool
Niggaz like me ain't got nuttin' to lose
Doin' the fool
We servin' you haters straight off the top
Doin' the fool
Just to let you know this shit don't stop

Okay okay up next, oh, it's the boss, from the home of the Braves
Down here chillin' with E-40 'cause it's time to get paid
C'mon, actin' a fool, 'cause y'all know how I'ma do
She fucked me, Pimp C, and short too

I drank no brew, it's Remi, that special kind
Don't fuck with who? My nigga, you out yo' mind
Fresh off the grind, my niggaz is the killers
Actin' a fool 'bout this motherfuckin' scrilla

No one no trill'a, but tell them, I'm down mayne
Go grab my leather, and get into some gangster shit
So if it's cool, it's cool
But, but just that quick, I act a fool

Doin' the foo
Ain't no love motherfucker we breakin' the rules
Doin' the foo
Niggaz like me ain't got nuttin' to lose
Doin' the foo
We servin' you haters straight off the top
Doin' the foo
Just to let you know this shit don't stop

But I ain't never been a sucker
I ain't never been a mark
I ain't never been a busta
I ain't never been a simp, potnah I always had heart

Papered up hustlin' never 'posed to handcuff a beaotch, mon
Pimp to the hoe, protect the trick beaotch, mon
Be extra mannish get some skull
Purple bag, Crown Royal

Gotcha beaotch actin' mannish, think she spoiled
Mummar Kamali all over her body, she used to that
Potnah big 40 had it like that
Cadillac sittin' on buttons, 32 valve

The DTS half a gallon to the mile
Platinum chest lite brite, love to smile
What a mess horny fucked me on my desk
Kitchen tile then she swallowed up the rest

Ask me how a fat ass cum shot on her breast
She said, 'It's been a while since I had sex'
She said, 'It's been a while since I had sex'
She said, oooh oooh oh boy
C'mon c'mon, okay okay!

Doin' the foo
Ain't no love motherfucker we breakin' the rules
Doin' the foo
Niggaz like me ain't got nuttin' to lose
Doin' the foo
We servin' you haters straight off the top
Doin' the foo
Just to let you know this shit don't stop
Doin' the foo
C'mon c'mon

Comin' down in candy car, smokin' on some candy bar
Everyday I'm choppin' blades, comin' through on old school maids
Got in this game so heavily, just like Frankie Beverly
Silly nigga that Southern girl put cocaine up in your world

'Cause I'm a young ass nigga on the slab
Comin' through in a whippin' Nav'
I used to be out on the ave
But now all my keys got the Midas stamp

Change my name to Sweet Charles
Smell like sixty-four dollar cologne
Comin' down in burgundy Brougham
And I keep a chip off in my phone
Sweet Charles, bitch! Hold up smoke somethin'
C'mon c'mon

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Friday, July 30, 2010

40 - Growing Up - Lyrics - Tha Hall of Game - E

Title: 40 - Growing Up
Album: Tha Hall of Game
Artist: E
Composer(s): Marcel Theo Hall, Antonio M Hardy, Earl Thomas Stevens, Marvin Whitemon, Marlon Lu'Ree Williams

Lyric:
I'm a little mannish motherfucker
I take after my older brother
Started off selling marijuana, but now I'm selling yola
Here take a swig of this bourbon
[Incomprehensible]
Hit that, hit that, baby

Aight dude, aye who who's foolin' right there?
Who dat?
Aight nigga, aye, get down nigga
Aye nigga, get down nigga
Aye nigga, get down nigga
Shit!

Wuh, we about seventy-five extra mail mannish
Hard-headed hoodlum-ass niggaz
On the dope track workin' overtime full of fuckin 'D'
Runnin' through somewhere in the neighborhood
Of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics
Generatin' through mah street, a week
Why motherfuckers gotta ask me how I'm doin' if I'm alright?
When a motherfucker's starvin' and strugglin'
Even on my hip pretty much needlin' and jugglin'
There still ain't gonna never be enough lovin'

I'm tired of rippin' and runnin', dodgin' and duckin' bullets
I know my time is comin', death is on me bad
The walls is closin' in, I wish I had a dad
But left when I was ten, so mom's is all I had
And she was there for me until I ran away from the pad
And now she disowned me and she don't claim me
Reverend wouldja put some blessin' oil on my head
Before I end up dead, gall bladder full of lead, scared
I guess a hard-head make a soft-ass
I ain't gon' last if I keep fuckin' with this fast life

He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him

He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him

Ah, I page my ties even though the money's filthy
Don't wanna go to church, because I feel guilty
Nope, I don't wanna die 'cause when the preacher preach the Gospel
I be ready to cry up in the Church of Pentecostal
I don't think I'ma make it to see twenty-five
'Til I wash my hands and come clean
Shit, I'll be hella happy if I can just live to see sixteen

No life to give for that nastiness
As a rebellious disobedient-ass problem child
He's easily influenced, hangin' around the wrong crowd
I'm willin' to do almost anything
Whatever it takes to make my allowance
I'm on prescription medication, chemically off-balance
Got me snatchin' up [Incomprehensible], pickin' up hits
Pick-pickin' indo's and pullin' licks

He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him

He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him

But daddy?
Yes son
Tie my shoes
Okay
Lace me up, hook me up
Like a tow-track, man
Aight
Ear-hustlin', make like a pampered suck-up game-a-saur
What?

When it comes to this thang man I'm connoisseur
Connoisseur
I read through the punk registry in the robb report
What?
I come off like dat
Grew up around slick talkers
A po-po-poppin' con artists
What?
Go straight to the [Incomprehensible] and get a bad leather jacket
Boy you
[Incomprehensible] bankrupt

Like you when I was younger
But I got my life together and I bettered myself as I got older
Na-uh, now I entertain, a sss-uh, a-smeb rover
Street smarts with a degree and a diploma

He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him

He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him

He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him

He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him

Ah, give it to me, uhh
Uhh uhh
Come on, uhh
Give it to me, uhh

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Housewife - Lyrics - Dr. Dre 2001 - Dr. Dre

Title: Housewife
Album: Dr. Dre 2001
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): M Bradford, R Brown, A Young, T Curry, B Bailey

Lyric:
Now this this is one of them occasions
Where the homies not doin' it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife
And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end
A bitch is a bitch, but a dog is a man's best friend
So what you found you a hoe that you like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife wife

I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip
Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she 'bout to trip
(Where the fuck is my money?)
I cannot G guilty
You pimpin' strong, but comin' home, to sheets that be filthy
She on the dillzy, I take advantage
All up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin' Spanish
I'm mannish get yo' nails out my back
Slut I'm bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat

Learn the player rules, this is how I play a dude
Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin' shoes
Dollar signs are folded, I can't control it
Tryin' to leave her, beeper just exploded
She sweatin' me, won't let me, broad turned fraud
Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin' tricks huh
Man it's a trip I don't trip I'm in yo' Lexus flexin'
I left her up in Dallas, Texas, assed-out

Now this this is one of them occasions
Where the homies not doin' it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife
And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end
A bitch is a bitch, but a dog is a man's best friend
So what you found you a hoe that you like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife wife

Now hoe is short for honey
Almost had her wailin' like Bunny
Tellin' tales of bein' pregnant
Catchin' Nordstrom sales with abortion money
I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when I shot at her
Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe's erotica
Exotic, she's psychotic, rockin' his Nautical
Soon he'll need antibiotics
(Sucka bitch)

Name a sexual disease,
She got it like Sam Goody
You be like, "Damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?"
Fool I pity ya
We live in the city off, ballers
With more bouncin' than a Zapp
She will doo-wah-diddy-ya
Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her

To the Hotel, Niko
On some Suave shit like, Rico
That's when I caught a Vision like Coleco
A high-post hoe
A perfect way for me to keep dough
Huh, have her sellin' ass
On Bronson Ave and Pico

At the hotel, motel, or the Holiday Inn
(Say what nigga?)
I said if that bitch keep fuckin' up then we'll fuck her friends
(Bitch)
I said I dip, dive, what can I say?
Niggaz need to stop fuckin' with O.J.
Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang creep
And bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
I had to dream of hoes, I had to scream at hoes
I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes

Lil' Almond Joy, I truly enjoy
If you blew my balls, right through my drawers
Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot
From the way she was blowin', I know she does it a lot
I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters
The hoe started callin' when I started boss ballin'
Gimme some head, gimme some ass
(Uh-huh)
Gimme some cash, pass it to Daz

Pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate
Hoes eat dick like eggs and steak
That ain't shit new, I thought you knew
(What?)
I knew you would, you wish you could
Break a G down, break me down
But I'm a see you on the rebound D.P. style
(What? What?)

Now this this is one of them occasions
Where the homies not doin' it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife
And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end
A bitch is a bitch, but a dog is a man's best friend
So what you found you a hoe that you like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife wife

{Lil' half Dead
Lil' half Dead the money jumped out to say
Ol' Snoop Dogg on the look out boy?
Yeah
He gotta be more than half Dead
If he don't fill my motherfuckin' drink up!
Or fill your motherfuckin' mouth up
Ahh haha haha
I don't think so!}

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Friday, July 30, 2010

40 - Flashin' - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Flashin'
Artist: E
Composer(s): Earl Thomas Stevens, Marvin Whitemon

Lyric:
Ooh ooh
Flashin'
Ooh

I'm goin' off that Boyd Dawg through Purina Chow Chow
Pow Pow hot lead on a nigga head
Chest out never understood grew up in the hood
Never knew right from wrong
Get to dumpin' on a nigga for nothin' for no reason
Mannish little knucklehead hard head heathen
Meanin' give a fuck about life I seen my momma
Stab my daddy in the stomach with a knife

When I was three years old, finally figured it out
That's why a nigga sold coke, clientele and clout
Without a motherfuckin' doubt, take a nigga out
For trying to go between my motherfuckin' paper route
Wet his ass up, that nigga see and go
Fully automatic convertible I'm a wipe away arsonist
Fire extinguisher, if you ain't spittin' heat then motherfucker
You betta damn sure be workin' for me or else you're fucked

Either that, I get your jaw wired up, pathological liar
Dope game got me like this, certify high
Smokin' more bomb than Cheech and Chong, I'm sayin'
Hit up Denny's resteraunt and order a gang of food
Run up out of that prejudiced fuck ass motherfucker
Without even havin' any N kind of intention on even payin'

Damn near flashin', that's what the fuck I'm doin'
And I'm blastin' up in this motherfucker
I got my motherfuckin' heater out and I'm sayin' fuck the world
I'm pissin' on everything, fuck it, nigga I'm flashin', I'm actin' bad
I got all kind of marbles on the motherfuckin' table
And I'm tellin' a motherfucker you touch my shit and I'm flashin'

Understand my shit, the situation is way damn real
Motherfucker I'm drunk off the shit
And I'm breakin' bottles on the pavement, I'm flashin'
Nigga I'm out there bad I'm poppin' in the air for nothin'
Nigga for no apparent reason I'm duh duh duh duh check it out
At this, got it fired up, choppers in the back of the truck

About to light the nigga crib up
Bang bang shoot 'em up claim fame
Got a little to my name, slick as sugar cane
Three in the mornin' it's hard labor chasin' paper
Nigga twerkin', go to several Russian car
Clickers come esouped with VCR's
Microwave ovens and credit cards

Pullin' all kind of heavy metal straps
Beatin' nijjas down with bumper jacks
Lip's bitches overseas shoot crap
Try to have more paper than a factory
Motherfuckers gettin' to showin' out when the yard flexes
Liable, blow a whole on a psycho
Vital, lookin' out for the rival tribal dead on arrival

Psycho, it's all about survival
Quarter ounce zippers is on
Run up in his home white sock or bone
With the chrome pistal, pistol whip a nigga
with a zap force, seen this hammer, arm and hammer
Bakin' soda, listening to the scanner, scared man
Can't win, especially when a nigga packin'
Fetti stackin', mashin', flashin'

I'm flashin', the Elroy's pulled me over
And put the flashlight to my window and told me I was speedin'
And I got to, flashin' on they ass
I got to actin' like a demon the motherfuckers told me
The other day I go to turn off my P G and E
Nigga and I got to actin' bad and I got to flashin'

On a motherfucker, motherfucker come out there
Talkin' crazy to me lookin' at me crazy up in the motherfuckin' sto'
And I said, "Bitch I'm flashin'"
Don't let me get to flashin' on yo' ass nigga
Motherfucker up in the club, and a motherfucker step on my shoe
And I got to flashin'

It's all bad, motherfucker used to be comrade
Used to fuck the same hoes, wear Jeff clothes
Closer than a bugger to a nose, choosin' vogues
Slammin' Cadillac do's together, cookin' crack
Gettin' eighteens if it's back, overkill
Put the whammy on the whoop, be on the lookout

For the state troop, might shoot
Durin' the drug deal flippin' at the mouth
Voluntarily raps your motherfuckin' folkers out
Tight about since Little League, Boy Scouts
Paper route dropped a diamond get some day skunk

I'm uh, I'm ooh cranky, booty like a old hag
She gonna get hella stanky if you're get teared up
But us niggas don't bring me back
My motherfuckin' duffel bag, I squinges off the hinges
Lean ballin', alcohol and weed
A thousand dollars worth of chump change, chicken feed

A criminal record a full of dirty deeds
Givin' niggaz black eyes and bloody lips
Cauliflower ears and extra clips
Gun clappin' music slappin' party crashin'
Brash and motherfucker flashin'

The holiday just came on the first second and third of the month
Made my check late and I got to, flashin' on motherfuckers
Next door neighbor hollerin' that shit about my beat too loud
I walked up the motherfuckin' steps and I got ta
Tellin that bitch I'm flashin'
Send a rookie to the store to bring me back some Rossi Ron

He brought me back Chablis, and I get to flashin'
On that bitch ass motherfucker, silly nigga
Yknahmsayin'? A motherfucker up in this motherfucker flashin'
Get to testin' my testicles nigga and I'ma flash on yo' ass

Bad word get back to me and I'm flashin'
Lost all my money up in the dice game and I flash
Didn't let me up in the Club Cafe Echelon and go to flashin'
Dope fiend ran off with a hundred count of my teeth and I'm flashed
Big Willie cashed my hawkin' money water so I took it to Scottie's
To keep myself from flashin'

Bought dollar 250 worth of liquor and they tried to charge me
For some ice and I flashed
Got jumped outside a house party fools left me for dead
When I got home I seen them motherfuckers
And they ass was in the red, I got to flashin'
I tell ya, bitch these niggaz I tell ya
Shit I tell ya, shit shit shit shit bitch, shit

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Take Off Your Clothes - Lyrics - Face Off - Bow Wow

Title: Take Off Your Clothes
Album: Face Off
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Omari Grandberry, Ronnie Jackson, Shad Moss, Jayshawn Smith

Lyric:
And all my say, say, say
And all my ladies say, say, say
And all my say, say, say
And all my ladies say, say, say

And all my say, say, say
And all my ladies say, say, say
And all my say, say, say

I ain't gonna front baby girl, I'm quite mannish
Anything you throw at me I be that can handle it
Bed springs bouncing, got the head board crackin'
Knockin' pictures off the walls, guaranteed satisfaction

We can do it the shower, Bow goes for hours
Hit that spot, make her scream my name louder
Beat it on up like Everlast punchin', punchin' bag
Got a tongue ring and she know just what to do with that now

Take them panties and drop them lower
Hop on top like a real girl supposed to
Ya need some assistance, girl I'll show ya
Help you remove that bra off ya shoulders

We can go all night do anything ya like
Make ya toes curl when I go down town, that's right
Can't no other nigga do ya quite like me
I puts it down in the bedroom, ma ask about me

Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes

Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes

You ain't gotta talk about it, just be about it
I'ma make ya say O scream and shout it
Get down for me mami
Let me enjoy ya body

We ain't gotta do it alone
Go 'head and grab a hottie
What's up with that mÃ©nage?
What's up with that mÃ©nage?

Shorty ya look better in ya birthday suit
Lemme show you what that boy from Ohio do
Go 'head and get ya girls 'cause I got my crew
Gonna be walkin' pigeon toed when this young man through

They call me young Ron Jeremy, baby can ya handle me?
The girls never tell me no, that's how it's supposed to be
I puts my mack down, any city I touch down
Like pins in the bowling alley, I knock them all down

Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes

Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes

You can put ya shoes over there
You can put your purse anywhere
I don't care as long as you get naked
Good love baby, we gonna make it

I wanna see what ya mama gave ya
Don't be afraid, go ahead and strip for me
Strip for me for me

Take them panties and drop them lower
Hop on top like a real girl supposed to
Ya need some assistance, girl I'll show ya
Help you remove that bra off ya shoulders

Take them panties and drop them lower
Hop on top like a real girl supposed to
Ya need some assistance, girl I'll show ya
Help you remove that bra off ya shoulders

Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes

Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes

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