Life Ain'T Cool - Lyrics - Ghetto Fabulous - Mystikal

Title: Life Ain'T Cool
Album: Ghetto Fabulous
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Craig D. Bazile, Percy Miller, Vyshonn Miller, Michael Tyler

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Lyric:
Woman like my momma
Ain't no woman like my momma
Ain't no woman like my momma
Ain't no woman like my momma

Momma, life ain't cool
(Ain't no woman like my momma)
(Ain't no woman like my momma)
Tell me, what would I do without you?
(Ain't no woman like my momma)
(Ain't no woman like my momma)

Momma, life ain't cool
(Ain't no woman like my momma)
(Ain't no woman like my momma)
Tell me, what would I do without you?
(Ain't no woman like my momma)
(Ain't no woman like my momma)

Sharin' liquor with the homies, reminiscin' 'bout the old days
Cookin' dinner in your kitchen, listenin' to the bar kays
When I was sick, you came, got me from school
When I got suspended, momma, you taught me the rules

And even though, I never had a daddy
Momma took me where I need to go in a old school caddy
A single parent on welfare
And even though times were hard
Momma made sure the rent was there

And we couldn't fold name brands
But momma kept her kids neat, that's why we understand
And momma even rode the Greyhound
To see her little man, when he was locked down

And even though, I live the street life
Momma prayin' for her baby, hope he get his mind right
It feel good to see momma on top
I told you, if I make it momma, you won't be forgot

Momma, life ain't cool
Ain't no woman like my momma
Tell me, what would I do without you?
Ain't no woman like my momma

Momma, life ain't cool
Ain't no woman like my momma
Tell me what would I do without you?
Ain't no woman like my momma

I thank God, for keeping you strong, but you keep me strong
Things'd be different, if momma wasn't home
Who gon' fix the grits and eggs and smoked sausage
Teach me and love me and raise me and watch me

Who gon' lift my spirits when I get sad?
Discipline me, when I need a stain whip on my ass
I was seven years old, when I lost dad
Trying to accept the fact but I was too young to understand

Who gon' take the slack and carry the load?
Make ends meet while in the grocery stores?
Who's the single parent to me and my big sister
That had me happy on my birthday and merry at Christmas?

Who took care of us, did everything for us?
Stood by and didn't leave, just because
We was yours, she was ours
Who was still sweet when everything went sour?

Momma, life ain't cool
Ain't no woman like my momma
Tell me what would I do without you?
Ain't no woman like my momma

Momma, life ain't cool
(Ain't no woman like my momma)
(Ain't no woman like my momma)
Tell me, what would I do without you?
(Ain't no woman like my momma)
(Ain't no woman like my momma)

I couldn't imagine gettin' this far, without you
Even when the bills was due, you found a way to come through
Even though we didn't have money, we seemed rich
We had each other me and my sisters and brothers
Forget the other shit

You was side by side when I was sick
Early in the morning, cooking eggs and grits
You was the first one up, but you was the last one sleepin'
Made sure we had somethin' to eat, last one to eatin'

Couldn't live our life for us so, let us know
Wanted to tell us, but you had to just, let us grow
Gettin' older now, soon have to, let us go
We was goin' through some things, momma
But you never let it show

And I only get one of you so I cherish the times
Didn't know how to tell you how much you
Meant to me so I wrote that line
So wherever you at, I hope you doin' fine
You did so much for me then, I'll do the same for you in time

Momma, life ain't cool
(Ain't no woman like my momma)
Tell me, what would I do without you?
(Ain't no woman like my momma)
(Ain't no woman like my momma)

Momma, life ain't cool
(Ain't no woman like my momma)
(Ain't no woman like my momma)
Tell me, what would I do without you?
(Ain't no woman like my momma)
(Oh, I love my momma)

Momma, life ain't cool
Tell me, what would I do without you?
Momma, life ain't cool
Tell me, what would I do without you?

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Hey Little Momma - Lyrics - Unleashed - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Hey Little Momma
Album: Unleashed
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Brian Casey, Clifford Harris, Shad Moss, Phalon Alexander, Brandon Casey

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Lyric:
Another Jazzie Fizzle, Bow Wizzle
Calaborizzle my nizzle ah,oh oh oh

I met what seem to be the girl of my dreams
In the mall at the sneaker store
Saw 'bout a week ago, wonder should I speak or know
But probably not I bet she got a lot of guys in the jock you never know

But wouldn't hurt me to holla, little momma hot
She got all the signature features her momma got
Listen, baby, I'm tired of of switching labels
Let's say we consider dating, continue communicating

No chasing, no wasting yo time, the pleasures mine
I'ma show how to shine, just sit back and recline
'Cause the ride on stilts, my bank going swole
I'm wearing Rose Gold at 16 years old

But right now that don't matter
I honestly rather be discussing or to fussing how we gon' get together
And rather you knew it or not, I was digging yo stlye
Loving yo smile, little momma you should listen to Bow

Hey little momma, little momma let me holla a minute
I know you tired of hearing, gemme ya digits, but dig it
Hey little momma, I ain't trying to spoil ya day
Just had to say you looking great today, I say

Hey little momma, I'm trying to come over da night
And watch a movie If you say it'a aight, aight?
Hey little momma, I'm digging ya style
Loving ya smile, little momma come and kick it wit Bow

I was thinking I could come over
And chill wit you tonight and sit next to you on ya sofa
And maybe pop in a DVD, and make some popcorn just for you and me
But see I been on tour for a minute

I wanna come home and settle down for a minute
You feel me, if you wit it den let me know
And if you say yes that you wit it, den that's fa sho

'Cause see I can arrange some thangs
I'm talking pick you up from school and arranging thangs
You know this dog likes to roam, but you know
I can't come over when ya pops is home

I think it's 'bout time for you to hang up the phone
Ya father probably got his ear to the door so
Look it's best to tell you I'll just holla tomorrow
Just hit me on the hip I promise to call

Hey little momma, little momma let me holla a minute
I know you tired of hearing , gemme ya digits, but dig it
Hey little momma, I ain't trying to spoil ya day
Just had to say you looking great today, I say

Hey little momma, I'm trying to come over da night
And watch a movie If you say it'a aight, aight?
Hey little momma, I'm digging ya style
Loving ya smile, little momma come and kick it wit Bow

I need a little momma that ain't wit the drama
She know how to get it, she know that I'm calling
Tell her that I need somebody, someone I can share my time wit
Flyness, sididdy, her bodes kind of pretty
Like we kind of smooth how we move through the city like

I need a girl that's really down for sure, yeah, say

Hey little momma, little momma let me holla a minute
I know you tired of hearing, gemme ya digits, but dig it
Hey little momma, I ain't trying to spoil ya day
Just had to say you looking great today, I say

Hey little momma, I'm trying to come over da night
And watch a movie If you say it's aight, aight?
Hey little momma, I'm digging ya style
Loving ya smile, little momma come and kick it wit Bow

Hey little momma, little momma let me holla a minute
I know you tired of hearing, gemme ya digits, but dig it
Hey little momma, I ain't trying to spoil ya day
Just had to say you looking great today, I say

Hey little momma, I'm trying to come over da night
And watch a movie If you say it's aight, aight?
Hey little momma, I'm digging ya style
Loving ya smile, little momma come and kick it wit Bow

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Sweet Lil' Sister - Lyrics - Run With The Pack - Bad Company

Title: Sweet Lil' Sister
Album: Run With The Pack
Artist: Bad Company
Composer(s): Mick Ralphs

Lyric:
Flew into Chicago, made a good connection
Rode up on Rush Street [unverified], I was looking for some kicks
We was getting higher, looking for some action
Dayton Ohio, ain't got nothing on this

We was going crazy when I saw her coming
Dancing with the Devil in her eyes
I could feel a fire, my body started burning
Baby, don't you say goodbye

Back on the road, up in New York City
Low down blues hit me, sitting in my room
Long distance operator, get me Chicago
I got to get a message, got to see my baby soon

We was going crazy when I saw her coming
Dancing with the Devil in her eyes
I could feel a fire, my body started burning
Baby, don't you say goodbye

Sweet little sister
You know you can't resist her
She got it made in the shade

Lord yeah, sweet little sister
Your Momma never missed her
'Till she got laid, laid, laid, alright

We was going crazy when I saw her coming
Dancing with the Devil in her eyes
She was too good looking, so I started running
'Til she took away her disguise

Sweet little sister
You know you can't resist her
She got it made in the shade

Lord yeah, sweet little sister
Your Momma never missed her
'Till she got laid, laid, laid, alright

Sweet little sister
You know you can't resist her
She got it made in the shade

Lord yeah, sweet little sister
Your Momma never missed her
'Till she got laid, laid, laid, alright

Sweet, sweet little sister, you got it made
Sweet, sweet little sister, you got it made

I tell you, Momma, Momma, Momma, Momma
Momma, Momma, Momma never missed her
Your Momma, Momma, Momma, Momma
Momma, Momma, Momma never missed her

In the shade, Momma, Momma, Momma, Momma
Momma, Momma, Momma never missed, missed, missed her
Sweet, sweet little sister, you got it made in the shade

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Momma'S Gotta Die Tonight - Lyrics - Body Count

Title: Momma'S Gotta Die Tonight
Artist: Body Count
Composer(s): Ernest T. Cunnigan, Tracy Lauren Marrow

Lyric:
No, no, no, momma

All my life I loved this girl so much
All my life I loved her simple touch
She cared for me and put me on this earth
Oh, the pain of just a simple birth
But now I find that she has left me dumb and blind
Poisoned, twisted, and destroyed my mind

She taught me things that simply were not true
She taught me hate for race, that's why I hate you
There's only one way I can make it right
Momma's gotta die tonight
There's only one way I can make it right
Momma's gotta die tonight

Momma, momma, I always loved my momma
I always loved my momma
I loved the way she hold me
I love the way she talked to me
She used to teach me a lot of things
She taught me good things, she taught me bad things

"Don't trust white people, don't trust white people
Don't trust white people, they're no good, they're no good
They're no good, they're no good
They're just gonna rip you off, they're just gonna rip you off
Don't trust 'em, don't trust 'em"

I said, "Why momma?"
She said, "I told you don't trust 'em they're no good"
I said, "Momma, I thought we were all the same momma
Why momma?" She said, "Don't ask me any questions
Don't you challenge your mutha", momma

So one day I found I fell in love and I brought my girlfriend home
And I introduced her to my mutha and she smacked me
She was a white girl and I said
"Why momma? Why momma? What did I do wrong?"
You know, I found out my mutha was a evil woman

She hated Puerto Ricans, Mexicans, Jamaicans
Indians, Orientals, momma was no good
I learned to hate my mutha, hate my mutha
So I got some, some lighter fluid from the corner store
And I put it around her bed, and I set her on fire

Burn momma, burn momma, burn momma, burn bitch
Burn, burn, burn, burn you racist bitch

But she wasn't quite dead, she jumped up from the bed
And I grabbed my Louisville Slugger
That she had bought me for my twelfth birthday
And I came up behind her and I hit her, I hit her
I hit her twice, now she was out, I went into the kitchen
And I got that handy carving knife

That we only use on special occasions like
Bullshit Thanksgiving and I took her
And I laid her ol' fucked up corpse on the floor
And I cut her in little bitty pieces, cut off her arms, her feet
Her neck, and I put her into little green hefty bags
And I put it into my car and I said

"Momma, we're goin' on a vacation, a permanent vacation bitch"
I took some of her around the world
To Arizona, New York, Chicago, Atlanta, Miami, Oakland
Yo, you wanna go to Connecticut, bitch, Ohio, Detroit, Texas, L.A.
Whose laughin' now momma, whose laughin' now bitch
Whose laughin' now

So if you got a mutha or a grandmutha or a father
Who wants to carry on the same racist bullshit
That's fucked this world up from day one
You can either look 'em in the face and tell 'em
To suck your dick or do like Body Count does

All my life I loved this girl so much
All my life I loved her simple touch
She cared for me and put me on this earth
Oh, the pain of just a simple birth
But now I find that she has left me dumb and blind
Poisoned, twisted, and destroyed my mind

She taught me things that simply were not true
She taught me hate for race, that's why I hate you
There's only one way I can make it right
Momma's gotta die tonight
There's only one way I can make it right
Momma's gotta die tonight

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Momma - Lyrics - Hustlenomics - Yung Joc

Title: Momma
Album: Hustlenomics
Artist: Yung Joc
Composer(s): Phalon Alexander, Jasiel Robinson, Cedric Williams

Lyric:
Aye, you know what? When I started recordin' this album
I said I won't gonna do a, you know dear momma type of record
But I felt the need to 'cause I wanna express
How I feel about my momma

But at the same time I want y'all to know that
If I ever found a woman out there that
Was anythin' like my momma, **** I gotta have her

Ain't another girl on this earth like my momma
But if I find that girl I'ma make her my woman
If I find another girl like my momma
I'll give her unconditional love 'til they take me under

First things first, where do I start?
This feelin' that I'm feelin' is real, it's not a facade
The angel that I call momma was sent by God
Been through thick and thin, better times, even hard

Raisin' two boys in the ghetto weren't easy
**** was goin' wrong but she made it seem peachy
Yeah, she worked long hours whether rain and the freezin'
Pulled out the Vicks VapoRub when I was sneezin'

When the kid laid her off and the rent was past due
Mom was a O G, did what she had to, I got kicked out of school
She had to talk to my principal, yeah, she kicked my ***
But her love is unconditional, I love my momma

Ain't another girl on this earth like my momma
But if I find that girl I'ma make her my woman
If I find another girl like my momma
I'll give her unconditional love 'til they take me under

I remember my first BMX, she showed me how to ride
She used to lick her thumb to wipe the cold out my eyes
Oh yeah, I can't forget her cookin', how it stick to my ribs
She could take Spam and make a first class meal

When my nigga Steve died me and her both cried
And when I got locked up she bailed me out every time
Guess, I'll never know how she remained so strong
Received Medicaid and food stamps for so long

We were in Section 8 all the way 'til I was grown
She played both roles, king and queen of the throne
I'm not exaggeratin', not even to the slightest
This came from the heart so I ain't even have to write it
I love my momma

Ain't another girl on this earth like my momma
But if I find that girl I'ma make her my woman
If I find another girl like my momma
I'll give her unconditional love 'til they take me under
(I'ma try to stop the music one time)
(Want y'all to clap with me, come on)

Now if you love your momma clap your hands
If you love your momma clap your hands
If you love your momma clap your hands
If you love your momma clap your hands

Shorty, I brought you in this world, I'll take you out
You said it when you caught me skippin' school, makin' out
Momma you stayed down, you never faked it
Stayed by my side when they thought I wouldn't make it

And when I had a son, they said I need a job
That's when you told me, "Son, just follow your heart"
And so I did that, I went through all the drama
So I just wanna take this time to say I love you momma

Ain't another girl on this earth like my momma
But if I find that girl I'ma make her my woman
If I find another girl like my momma
I'll give her unconditional love 'til they take me under, yeah

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Momma - Lyrics - Fishscale - Ghostface Killah

Title: Momma
Album: Fishscale
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): David Axelrod, Dennis David Coles, L. Coppin, D. Matthews, Earl Palmer, Shaffer Smith

Lyric:
Damn, this is for all my women
That been going through the struggle
On welfare, living the rough life

It's gon' be alright
That's right
This is how we gon'
That's right

This is how we gon' do it
I want you to explain your story
I'ma tell you mine
Tell 'em

Hustlin', strivin', strugglin' survivin'
Momma, momma
Never realizing, that you were a diamond
Momma, momma

Through the sun or the rain, through the pain
I'ma hold you down, hold you down
Through the good, or the bad times, I got love for you
The stress and the heart aches, so much love for you, yeah

Yo, it's not ya momma fault, it's ya fathers fault
It's your fathers fault your mother is an alcoholic
Confusin' the brain from the booze and the pain
And plus he cheated on her, beated on her, smack dead in the rain

She lost her first child in 74
And that lead to nervous breakdowns bacardi dark she downin' it raw
She can't take it, she constantly cryin', fallin' down on her knees

Like help me, Lord, please, I'm ready to leave
All she needed was somebody to rub her feet
Give her a nice hug and rescue her from off these streets, c'mon

Hustlin', strivin', strugglin' survivin'
Momma, momma
Never realizing, that you were a diamond
Momma, momma

Through the sun or the rain, through the pain
I'ma hold you down, hold you down
Through the good, or the bad times, I got love for you
The stress and the heart aches, so much love for you, yeah

I been sent by an angel to snatch you up
Take you way above the clouds and back you up
At night, you can lay in my arms feel the heart beatin'
Don status in the sheets, I'm keepin' you warm

Ain't no nigga gone do what I do
I'ma take care of you and ya kids
Take the bent and go handle ya biz
The bills is paid,the cable back on

I quote you know the seeds want they nickelodeon on
I'm not ashamed to sport you
Floss you or gloss you out
Fat, skinny out of shape I'll dior you out

Hustlin', strivin', strugglin' survivin'
Momma, momma
Never realizing, that you were a diamond
Momma, momma

Through the sun or the rain, through the pain
I'ma hold you down, hold you down
Through the good, or the bad times, I got love for you
The stress and the heart aches, so much love for you, yeah

In the hood there's a struggle, my girl is in trouble
She lackin' guidance in the mind, she's blinded and puzzled
Her pops never showed her the ropes
Her moms raised mad kids on her own
She never had a strong man in her home

Nothing in this life, sun don't always shine
But it can't rain all the time
(Everything's gonna be alright)

Somebody sees your pain
You will never hurt again
I see you momma, yeah
I see you momma

You can cry yours eyes
(Cry your eyes)
It will be alright
(It will be alright)

Hustlin', strivin', strugglin' survivin'
Momma, momma
Never realizing, that you were a diamond
Momma, momma

Through the sun or the rain, through the pain
I'ma hold you down, hold you down
Through the good, or the bad times, I got love for you
The stress and the heart aches, so much love for you, yeah

Through the good or the bad times
Through the stress and the heart ache

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If Momma Was Married - Lyrics - Gypsy - Bette Midler

Title: If Momma Was Married
Album: Gypsy
Artist: Bette Midler
Composer(s): Stephen Sondheim, Jule Styne

Lyric:
If Momma was married, we'd live in a house
As private as private can be
Just Momma, three ducks, five canaries, a mouse
Two monkeys, one father, six turtles and me
If Momma was married

If Momma was married, I'd jump in the air
And give all my toe shoes to you
I'd get all those hair ribbons out of my hair
And once and for all, I'd get Momma out too
If Momma was married

Momma get out your white dress
You've done it before without much success
Momma, Godspeed and God bless
We're not keeping score, what's one more or less?

Oh, Momma, say yes
And waltz down the hall while you may
I'll gladly support you, I'll even escort you
And I'd gladly give you away
Oh, Momma, get married today

If Momma was married there wouldn't be anymore
'Let's me entertain you', 'Let me make you smile'
'I will do some kicks', 'I would do some tricks'
Sing out, Louise, smile, baby

Momma, please take our advice
We aren't The Lunts, I'm not Fanny Brice
Momma, we'll buy you the rice
If only this once you wouldn't think twice

It could be so nice if Momma got married to stay
But Momma gets married and married and married
And never gets carried away
Oh, Momma, oh, Momma, oh, Momma, get married today

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Texas Cookin' - Lyrics - It Just Comes Natural - George Strait

Title: Texas Cookin'
Album: It Just Comes Natural
Artist: George Strait
Composer(s): Guy Clark

Lyric:
I'm going down to Austin, Texas
Ease on down to San Antone
Get that bar-b-que and chili
Eat my fill and come back home

I'm gonna take my baby with me
We gonna have a high ol' time
We gonna eat till we get silly
Sho' do make a beer taste fine

Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something
Oh my, momma stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin'
Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' good
Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I could

Well, I know a man that cooks armadillo
Tastes so sweet he calls it pie
I know a woman that makes pan dulce
Tastes so good it gets you high

Get them enchiladas greasy
Get them steaks chicken fried
Sho' do make a man feel happy
See white gravy on the side

Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something
Oh my, momma stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin'
Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' good
Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I could, yeah

Well, I know a place that's got fried okra
Beat anything I ever saw
I know a man that cooks cabrito
It must be against the law

We gonna get a big ol' sausage
Big ol' plate of ranch-style beans
I could eat the heart of Texas
We gonna need some brand new jeans

Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something
Oh my, momma stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin'
Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' good
Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I could

Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something
Oh my, momma stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin'
Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' good
Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I could

Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something
Oh my, momma stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin'
Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' good
Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I could

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Wagon Wheel - Lyrics - Old Crow Medicine Show

Title: Wagon Wheel
Artist: Old Crow Medicine Show
Composer(s): Jay Secor, Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Heading down south to the land of the pines
I'm thumbing my way into north Caroline
Staring up the road and pray to god I see headlights
I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm a hopin' for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight

So rock me Momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me Momma any way you feel
Hey Momma rock me
Rock me Momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me Momma like a south bound train
Hey Momma rock me

Running from the cold up in New england
I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band
My baby plays a guitar, I pick a banjo now
Oh, north country winters keep a getting me
Now I lost my money playing poker so I had to up and leave
But I ain't turning back to living that old life no more

So rock me Momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me Momma any way you feel
Hey Momma rock me
Rock me Momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me Momma like a south bound train
Hey Momma rock me

Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly had a nice long toke
But he's a heading west from the Cumberland gap
To Johnson city Tennessee
And I gotta get a move on before the sun
I hear my baby calling my name and I know that she's the only one
And if I died in Raleigh at least I will die free

So rock me Momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me Momma any way you feel
Hey Momma rock me
Rock me Momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me Momma like a south bound train
Hey Momma rock me

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Do That.... - Lyrics - Birdman - Birdman

Title: Do That....
Album: Birdman
Artist: Birdman
Composer(s): Varick Smith, P Smith, Byron Thomas, Phalon Alexander, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Let's go
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

See I walk through the club wit my Prada on
Valet to da keys 'cause the cars so strong
Twenty four ooh, mami know too
Ballas come through the side do' wit they crew
I went left and Puff went right, plus we had on all that ice
I had a bald chick he had one too
I had a mink on she had one too

Hey Birdman hold up a second
You see them ladies over there?
Them ladies singing that thing, ladies sing
Yeah, I like that there
Finish what you were saying

I bought the bar out so he bought the bar too
It ain't nothin' to a balla mami do what we do
Pimp game wear big rings, Birdman drive a red range

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

Now shake it fast, watch yourself
Ma show me what you workin' wit twurk dat thang
Bounce like dat girl work that thang
Make a niga wanna hurt that thang
Stop frontin' ma and do dat dance
Make yo knees touch ya elbows and do dat dere
What you got there bend over show that tattoo right there
Just shake it, shake it, break it, break it

Now look at you momma, oh, high cut
I see from behind ya, oh, she's all that
Baby you a design a wit a, coach bag
Wit a scarf around it wit a, coach hat
Smack it up, slap it up, let me turn it up
Till you steam and you scream, I'm burnin' up
On the scene I seen her doin' the butt
Keep doin' what your doin' to her, let's go

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

I see you lookin' at me momma like you could, drop somethin'
Keep lookin' at me momma 'cause you a, hot somethin'
Girl shake it around, like you got somethin'
No playin' around momma, stop frontin'

I see what you doin' mami, um hum
I like the way you move mami
Me and Diddy could buy you a car, ma
Me and Diddy could make you a star, ma

See those, let's go
Tell hot get them broads I'll bring 'em to the car show
Wipe a pimp down, touch the floor
Bend over pop it love, show me what'cha know

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do that dance

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

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Do That... - Lyrics - Baby Aka The #1 Stunna

Title: Do That...
Artist: Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Composer(s): Varick Smith, P Smith, Byron Thomas, Phalon Alexander, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Let's go
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

See I walk through the club wit my Prada on
Valet to da keys 'cause the cars so strong
Twenty four ooh, mami know too
Ballas come through the side do' wit they crew
I went left and Puff went right, plus we had on all that ice
I had a bald chick he had one too
I had a mink on she had one too

Hey Birdman hold up a second
You see them ladies over there?
Them ladies singing that thing, ladies sing
Yeah, I like that there
Finish what you were saying

I bought the bar out so he bought the bar too
It ain't nothin' to a balla mami do what we do
Pimp game wear big rings, Birdman drive a red range

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

Now shake it fast, watch yourself
Ma show me what you workin' wit twurk dat thang
Bounce like dat girl work that thang
Make a niga wanna hurt that thang
Stop frontin' ma and do dat dance
Make yo knees touch ya elbows and do dat dere
What you got there bend over show that tattoo right there
Just shake it, shake it, break it, break it

Now look at you momma, oh, high cut
I see from behind ya, oh, she's all that
Baby you a design a wit a, coach bag
Wit a scarf around it wit a, coach hat
Smack it up, slap it up, let me turn it up
Till you steam and you scream, I'm burnin' up
On the scene I seen her doin' the butt
Keep doin' what your doin' to her, let's go

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

I see you lookin' at me momma like you could, drop somethin'
Keep lookin' at me momma 'cause you a, hot somethin'
Girl shake it around, like you got somethin'
No playin' around momma, stop frontin'

I see what you doin' mami, um hum
I like the way you move mami
Me and Diddy could buy you a car, ma
Me and Diddy could make you a star, ma

See those, let's go
Tell hot get them broads I'll bring 'em to the car show
Wipe a pimp down, touch the floor
Bend over pop it love, show me what'cha know

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do that dance

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

Make it move for me baby
Make it jingle for me baby
Touch it down to the floor
Pick it up and let's go

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Runnin My Momma Crazy - Lyrics - The Real Testament - Plies

Title: Runnin My Momma Crazy
Album: The Real Testament
Artist: Plies
Composer(s): Algernod L Washington

Lyric:
Hey, Mama, know I ain't never tell you this before
But it really hurt me knowin' I'm runnin' you crazy
I wanna talk to you real quick

My momma told me while I run these streets she can't sleep
Her phone ring late at night, she think some'n happened to me
Her nerves so bad right now she can't even watch TV
She turn her head every time she see a police

She scared to look 'cause it might be me in the back seat
Whenever she hear about a shootin' her heart skip a beat
She heard the Feds was in the town, her knees got weak
She know I'm at the house, the only time she at peace

Her blood pressure through the roof all because of me
Her favorite words is 'Dope ain't the only way to eat'
She told me other day she hope I don't die in these streets
I just pray to God she don't wipe her hands with me

I'm a goon to the streets but to my momma I'm still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yourself, you a hell of a lady
Shit I?m doin' now got nothin' to do with how you raised me
Shit killin' me to know I'm runnin my momma crazy

Goon to the streets but to my momma I'm still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yourself, you a hell of a lady
Shit I?m doin' now got nothin' to do with how you raised me
Shit killin? me to know I?m runnin my momma crazy

Remember the nights me sittin' up in a cold cell
I'm wakin' you up out of your sleep, it's me callin' you from jail
You ain't say it but I know inside you mad as hell
You called off from work just to bond me out of jail

I get in trouble, I call you, seem like it never fail
Can hear you now, "Boy, you need to sit your ass down somewhere"
I come and eat, I take a shower then I'm outta there
I know I'm stressin' you at times, seem like I don't care

You wrote bad checks for me to have somethin' to wear
You risked your freedom for me, nowadays that's real rare
Every time I think about the shit, I wanna shed a tear
That's why I buy you some'n for Father's Day every year

I'm a goon to the streets but to my momma I'm still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yourself, you a hell of a lady
Shit I?m doin' now got nothin' to do with how you raised me
Shit killin? me to know I?m runnin my momma crazy

Goon to the streets but to my momma I'm still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yourself, you a hell of a lady
Shit I?m doin' now got nothin' to do with how you raised me
Shit killin? me to know I?m runnin my momma crazy

You did the best you could with me and I love you for that
Wanted me to stay in school but that ain't where my heart was at
I got exposed to the streets and fell in love with stacks
And all the times I hurt you wish I could take it back

When Daddy left us you stepped up and took up his slack
I know I'm selfish and feelin' there?s some'n I know I lack
This shit I'm doin' now I know you raised me better than that
You taught me how to be a man and showed me how to act

Sometime I wonder how you still proud I'm your son
After all the stuff I took you through and all the shit I done
Well, like you told me when God want me, how I can't run
Before He take me, want you to know how much I love you, Mom

I'm a goon to the streets but to my momma I'm still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yourself, you a hell of a lady
Shit I?m doin' now got nothin' to do with how you raised me
Shit killin? me to know I?m runnin my momma crazy

Goon to the streets but to my momma I'm still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yourself, you a hell of a lady
Shit I?m doin' now got nothin' to do with how you raised me
Shit killin? me to know I?m runnin my momma crazy

I think I'm speakin' for every street nigga 'round the world
I don't think we sit down long enough sometime
Just to realize what we takin' our momma through
It hurt me to know, dawg, that I'm runnin my momma crazy
And it really killin' me to know that I'm help killin' my momma

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Texas Cookin' - Lyrics - Guy Clark

Title: Texas Cookin'
Artist: Guy Clark
Composer(s): Guy Clark

Lyric:
Well I'm going down to Austin, Texas
I'm going down to save my soul
Get that barbeque and chili
Eat my fill then come back home

I'm gonna take my baby with me
We gonna have a high ol' time
We gonna eat till we get silly
Sho' do make a beer taste fine

Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something
Oh my, momma it'll stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin'
Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' good
Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I could alright

I know a man that cook armadillo
Tastes so sweet he calls it pie
I know a woman makes pan Dulce
Tastes so good it gets you high

Get them enchiladas greasy
Get them steaks chicken fried
Sho' do make a man feel happy
To see white gravy on the side

Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something
Oh my, momma it'll stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin'
Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' good
Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I could

I know a place that got fried okra
Beat anything I ever saw
I know a man that cook cabrito
It must be against the law

We gonna get a big ol' sausage
A big ol' plate of ranch style beans
I could eat the heart of Texas
We gonna need some brand new jeans

Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something
Oh my, momma it'll stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin'
Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' good
Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I could

Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something
Oh my, momma it'll stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin'
Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' good
Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I could alright

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Yo - I'M Sorry - Lyrics - Ne

Title: Yo - I'M Sorry
Artist: Ne
Composer(s): Everett Cowing, Christina Milian, Neo Paul Poli, Shaffer Chimere Smith, Demetrius Spencer

Lyric:
Momma, I'm sorry
You know I never meant to hurt you, no
But I'm in love with the boy next door
Momma, please understand
And momma, I'm so sorry
But I don't think that I can let him go
I'm in love with the boy next door

Starring at your picture, my vision is blur
My eyes are feeling petite with every word
They're trying to tell me, I'm only a kid and that I
Can't be in love, I don't know what it is

And they keep trying to convince me
That you ain't no good for me
(You're to young to know, baby, just let it go)
And they just won't accept what we are
And what we can be
(So this letter reads)
Momma, please understand

Momma, I'm sorry
You know I never meant to hurt you, no
But I'm in love with the boy next door
Momma, please understand
And momma, I'm so sorry
But I don't think that I can let him go
I'm in love with the boy next door

And I know that she thinks that I'm young and naive
Don't know what's good for me, think of your future
She says with tears in her eyes
(Don't throw away your dreams)
About loving some guy

Momma please, have more faith in me
You didn't raise a fool, I'm gonna stay by ya side
Though I know you don't want me to
So this letter reads
Momma, please understand

Momma, I'm sorry
You know I never meant to hurt you, no
But I'm in love with the boy next door
Momma, please understand
And momma, I'm so sorry
But I don't think that I can let him go
I'm in love with the boy next door

Nothing I can say to make you feel the way you feel
But finally I found the love that I know is real, really real
And I ain't gonna give it up, not for nothing
I ain't gonna give it up
(No)
So momma won't you please understand the way I feel
Please understand

Momma, I'm sorry
You know I never meant to hurt you, no
But I'm in love with the boy next door
Momma, please understand
And momma, I'm so sorry
But I don't think that I can let him go
I'm in love with the boy next door

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My Homie Baby Mama - Lyrics - Bizaar - Insane Clown Posse

Title: My Homie Baby Mama
Album: Bizaar
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Bruce, William Dail

Lyric:
I don't know. She ain't even looking that good. (kinda fat)
Even so, I think I'd probably fuck her if I could. (kinda fat like that)
It's just sumpthin bout the way her titties swing around. (boing)
Wiping poo-poo of they babie's butt, I think I wanna take her down

Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma
I'm attracted to the helly drama

Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma
I'm attracted to the helly drama

Man this is some muthafuckin bull shit
You talkin bout you wanna fuck my girl
Man we raising a baby together
That's some bull muthafuckin shit
I got coupons bitch, dollar fifty off at chucky cheese
Got ya similax formula, just baby fuck me please
Goo goo ga ga, I make ya baby laugh
(Don't you like the way my ugly face looks)
But when baby go night night
You gonna hafta to come up with some ass

Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma
I'm attracted to the helly drama

Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma
I'm attracted to the helly drama

I'm tryin to look out for you and your baby
That's why I'm telling you about him cheating on you
I ain't even like that, come here lemme hold you
Watchin Jerry Springer all fuckin day
Your baby rolling you a joint
(Lookie momma, I packed it with the good shit)
I told you if you let me hit it
I take you both to see the point
(But the neden wasn't all that, so forget it)
Rubber binkies (binkies) food, all over the floor
Am I gonna help you clean it?
I'm out the fuckin door
(Gotta go, and I won't be back no more)

Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma
I'm attracted to the helly drama

Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma
I'm attracted to the helly drama

(I already fucked your baby's momma)
How the fuck you gonna fuck on me bitch
I dont even belive this shit
You gonna fuck him in my bed
What the fuck (he said he loved me)

Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma
I'm attracted to the helly drama

Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma
I'm attracted to the helly drama

Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma
I'm attracted to the helly drama

Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma
I'm attracted to the helly drama

(I already fucked your baby's mamma
I would fuck your baby's momma's momma)

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Miss Behavin' - Lyrics - Kyle Riabko

Title: Miss Behavin'
Artist: Kyle Riabko
Composer(s): Kyle Riabko, Chris Burke-Gaffney

Lyric:
You say you're not shy
You gonna show me tonight
I've been wondering how your body
Might feel next to mine

I see you in my dreams
With your candy lips and low riding jeans
Are you thinking what I'm thinking
Do you know what I mean?

You're looking fine in the Gucci line
A little tight end number 69
Don't you know that you're my favorite? Yeah

You love to ride on the main express
And the way you do it, Momma, ain't like the rest
You're Miss Behavin'

I see you on the floor
You got me wishin' for more
I've been wondering how my body
Might feel underneath yours, yeah

You're looking fine in the Gucci line
I wish that we could do it, sugar, all the time
It's you that I've been craving, yeah

You love to ride on the main express
And the way you do it, Momma, ain't like the rest
Miss Behavin'

You really are Miss Behavin'
Come on

Girl, I want you to know
That I want you to know
I don't want you to stop
I just want you to go, go, go

You're looking fine in the Gucci line
A little tight end number 69
Baby, you know that you're my favorite

You love to ride on the main express
And the way you do it, Momma, ain't like the rest
Miss Behavin'

Ain't like the rest
The way you do it, Momma, ain't like the rest
The way you do it, Momma, ain't like the rest
The way you do it, Momma, the way you do it, Momma
The way you do it, Momma, ain't like the rest

[Incomprehensible] I love you when
I love the way you're Miss Behavin'
[Incomprehensible] I love you when
I love the way you're Miss Behavin'

The way you do it, Momma, ain't like the rest
I love the way you're Miss Behavin'
The way you do it, Momma, ain't like the rest
I love the way you're Miss Behavin'

The way you do it, Momma, ain't like the rest
I love the way you're Miss Behavin'
The way you do it, Momma, ain't like the rest
I love the way you're Miss Behavin'

The way you do it, Momma, ain't like the rest
I love the way you're Miss Behavin'
The way you do it, Momma, ain't like the rest
I love the way you're Miss Behavin'
...

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Momma Cried - Lyrics - Alison Krauss

Title: Momma Cried
Artist: Alison Krauss
Composer(s): Bob Lucas

Lyric:
Momma loved us, every one
Every daughter, every son
She gave herself so happily
That's just the way she was, you see

From dawn to dark she'd find a chore
And work it 'til it was no more
And every day until she died
In the evening, momma cried

Momma cried
There was mourning in the evening
And momma cried
'Cause her little girl was gone

Her little girl was snatched away
She was there and then just gone one day
And momma blamed herself, I'd say
But all of us had debts to pay

Momma cried
There was mourning in the evening
And momma cried
'Cause her little girl was gone

I did my best to cheer her pride
That day that something broke inside
I swore I'd find her and I tried
In the evening, momma cried

Momma cried
There was mourning in the evening
And momma cried
'Cause her little girl was gone

Momma cried
There was mourning in the evening
And momma cried
'Cause her little girl was gone

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Shake Sumpthin' - Lyrics - 613: Ashy to Classy - Field Mob

Title: Shake Sumpthin'
Album: 613: Ashy to Classy
Artist: Field Mob
Composer(s): Shawn Johnson, Rueben Nero, Darion Crawford, Emanuel Anderson, Amin Anwar Miller

Lyric:
Run it
Yo, you know what I'm sayin' it's the original Paparue
(Original original)
And I'm passin' through with my boys from Down South
(Down south)

The Field Mob
(Field, Field)
And also I'm bringin' this for all the girly girly's
(Must bring it)

Who like to shake it at the club
(Shake it, shake it)
Who like to twurk it at the club
(Twurk it, twurk it)
And you know something this is how we rub-a-dub
So Field Mob, come down

I met this fine young tender named Vivian
Brown-skinned cinnamon, playin' and pimpin' men
Swimmin' in Benjamins
Body like a Buick bumpin', jumpin' and jigglin'
Butt look like big lips talkin' and whisperin'

Sayin' and her voice so feminine
Either her booty talkin' or my Hennessey kickin' in
I smile, give a grin, grab that butt with both hands
Man she moved it over and started hunchin' my Jimmy then

See, I'm gon' hit her then switch up and stick her friend
I'm skinny built like a spoon, they grits I'm diggin' in
I don't be spendin' ends but they gon' givin' chin
They lick it and kiss it then say

They pagin' and beepin', beggin' for me to come hit again
I'm pimpin' plenty women, game stronger than twenty men
Damn lil' momma proper halter top and knee-knockers
But before I freak the senorita she gotta

Me say shake somethin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it like she 'bout to hurt somethin'
Me say shake somethin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it like she 'bout to hurt somethin'

Shake somethin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it like she 'bout to hurt somethin'
Me say shake sumthin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it, work it, work it

I know a shawty, they call her Shellette, I wanna holla at
Dark skinned chocolate, plus shawty drop a 'llac
Big breasts are proper set, her game, she on top of it
She break big ballers that'll infrared dot ya head

Micro's and contacts, ooh, I wanna knock her dead
Vicky Secret scents in the air, why I want her pop her leg
I heard in the streets that shawty give lots of head
Good hot my mouth too, have you jumpin' up out the bed

And plus shawty rock baguettes, chickens wanna chop her head
Off 'cause she jazzy with more cheese than broccoli
We on the dance floor, from side to side she rockin' it
Toot it up and stoppin' it then droppin' and poppin' it

She said "Ooh, you on hard" I had to stop and check
Pants pokin', I knew then her number I gotta get
Tipsy off of Heineken ready to shake some
Shawty flexa, time to have sexa

Me say shake somethin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it like she 'bout to hurt somethin'
Me say shake somethin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it like she 'bout to hurt somethin'

Shake somethin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it like she 'bout to hurt somethin'
Me say shake sumthin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it, work it, work it

Look a big booty girl
But I bet her rock me world and me say big booty girl
Diamonds and pearls
Big booty girl
But I bet her rock me world and me say big booty
Me want a big booty girl

Big booty girl
Me rock her world and me say big booty girl
Like diamonds and pearls
Big booty girl
And when she rock me world and me say big booty
Big booty girl

Me say shake somethin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it like she 'bout to hurt somethin'
Me say shake somethin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it, work it, work it

Me say shake somethin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it like she 'bout to hurt somethin'
Me say shake sumthin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it, work it, work it

I like the ones with the weave
The thong-th-th-thong-th-thongs and Capri's
You can come home with me if you a girl on them six-inch heels
Or a black blonde with the natural and gold in yo grill

Earring in yo tongue, you dark and you lovely
Fine from yo heels up,but yo toes ugly
Plus it ain't bubbley, the back part
I ain't actin' hard, but you ain't touchin' me

Look, them tight Capri pants be fittin' her right
But her booty is much bigger, so that's what I like
I know a lot of shawty's out there sayin' that's not right
But she the jazziest and that's what I'ma take home tonight

A me say, I know a little girl by the name of Suzy
She look so sweet and she really sexy
I go home and she take off my shoe
Say "Ohh Paparuby, let me make love to you"

On top my mind, me say "My, my, my"
The woman on top of the woman is a lesbian
But the Ruby on top of woman it's a stylin' fashion
Stylin' fashion, it's a stylin' fashion

Give me a big booty girl
And I bet her rock me world and me say big booty
Ah
Me say big booty girl
And I bet she rock me world and me say big booty girl
Big booty girl

You, you know what I'm sayin'
This the original crew
(Original)
And all the big booty girls passin' through
(Pass through)

You this for you and you
(What)
This the original Paparue
(Yeah-yeah)
You know what I'm sayin' with the Field Mob
And we doin' this especially for the club
How you mean

Big booty girl
Let her rock me world, down
Look, Paparue, Field Mob
Yeah, yeah, how you mean

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