Last Night - Lyrics - Born To Do It - Craig David

Title: Last Night
Album: Born To Do It
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): Mark Hill, Craig David

Lyric:
(Yere sera)
Last night, ooh yeah
A pretty young girl I met
Oh yeah

Who be your Casanova?
And we don't stop
Drop the flava
Who be your Casanova?
(Facciamo amore)
Yeah and we don't stop
Craig David on the rise

Who be your Casanova?
And we don't stop
Drop the flava
Who be your Casanova?
(Facciamo amore)
Yeah and we don't stop
Craig David on the rise

Stepped in the club now, saw you sitting
With your friends gigglin', lookin' at me
Had to make my move
(Ooh yeah)
So I whispered in her ear that I'll be your Casanova
Come dance while you think it over

We made our way over to the dance floor
Gotta groove on, dancing, yeah, real hard core
From the front to the back that's where I was at
You know, you know Southampton's man's do it like that

My body all over your
(Facciamo amore)
Damn sure
She was irresistible
The future was foreseeable

(Yere sera)
Last night, ooh yeah
A pretty young girl I met
Oh yeah, come on
(Craig David on the rise)

(Yere sera)
Last night, ooh yeah
A pretty young girl I met
Oh yeah
(Craig David on the rise)

Girl, you had me tripping
(Girl, you've got me tripping)
My heart was feelin' from the beginning
(From the beginning)
Just to hold your body
You drove me crazy and it weren't like I had to pretend
(Girl, you drive me crazy)
That I'll be a Casanova if you'd only let me show ya

Felt like a drink so we went to the bar
Next thing we found ourselves in the back of my car
Making you laugh and giggle, ha ha
My body all over your

I didn't want to take it too far
Especially in the car
Got more respect for ya
(Senorita)
Ooh yeah, now you're my partner
Come on

(Yere sera)
Last night, ooh yeah
A pretty young girl I met
Oh yeah, come on, tell me
(Craig David on the rise)

(Yere sera)
Last night, ooh yeah
A pretty young girl I met
Oh yeah
(Craig David on the rise)

Yo, yo, yo, yo
I met this girl with the brown eyes, made my moves
Showed enterprise that Craig David's on the rise
It's all about the fly women, good looking women
Those women I can't even begin telling

Senorita, that's the life you live
That makes you wanna leave the one you're with
And this is how I'm droppin' it down
This pretty young girl turned my life around

Pretty young lady
Driving me crazy
Pretty young lady
Driving me crazy

Pretty young lady
Driving me crazy
Pretty young lady
Driving me crazy

(Yere sera)
Last night, ooh yeah
A pretty young girl I met
Oh yeah, come on, tell me
(Craig David on the rise)

(Yere sera)
Last night, ooh yeah
A pretty young girl I met
Oh yeah
(Craig David on the rise)

(Yere sera)
Last night, ooh yeah
A pretty young girl I met
Oh yeah, come on, tell me
(Craig David on the rise)

(Yere sera)
Last night, ooh yeah
A pretty young girl I met
Oh yeah
(Craig David on the rise)

Who be your Casanova?
Drop the flava
Who be your Casanova?
Yeah and we don't stop
Craig David on the rise

Who be your Casanova?
And we don't stop
Drop the flava
Who be your Casanova?
Yeah and we don't stop
Craig David on the rise

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Pretty Young Girl - Lyrics - Bad Boys Blue

Title: Pretty Young Girl
Artist: Bad Boys Blue
Composer(s): K. Van Haaren, Tony Hendrik

Lyric:
I know life is different to you
First love can be frightening that's true
But take me as your brother and your friend
And take me as your lover and your man

Pretty young girl of my mind
How I wish you to be mine
Girl, you're no child anymore

Pretty young girl of my mind
Don't you know? Know I can't hide
Can't hide my feelings
You're my girl and you're sixteen

Don't know, is it wrong, is it right?
Sweet girl, I wanna love you tonight
So take me as your brother and your friend
But first of all, I wanna be your man

Pretty young girl of my mind
How I wish you to be mine
Girl you're no child anymore

Pretty young girl of my mind
Don't you know, know I can't hide
Can't hide my feelings
You're my girl and you're sixteen

Pretty young girl of my mind
How I wish you to be mine
Girl you're no child anymore

Pretty young girl of my mind
Don't you know, know I can't hide
Can't hide my feelings
You're my girl and you're sixteen

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P. Y. T. - Lyrics - The Understanding - Memphis Bleek

Title: P. Y. T.
Album: The Understanding
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Malik Cox, Robert Kirkland, Amil Whitehead, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Yeah, motherfuckers
That's what y'all want right
That ol' gangsta, that ol' gangsta
Check it out now yo, yo

All I need, bomb ass freak nigga
Hold me down nigga, hold my heat shit
Stash a brick, blast the clip
Gangsta shit, yo

I need me a straight down girl, get down girl
One to hold me down, one I could count on
I'll even teach her how to load the glocks
Sophisticated school girl be on my block

Rocking bracelets, anklets the basics
Petite nice body, skin and face sick
One I could shop with go uptown and cop with
She not a thug girl but my down chick

She know how to roll the weed but don't smoke
She know how to cook the coke and bag dope
Screen my calls flip on me when I'm wrong
Talk shit through the night throw it on me on the morning

She like it from the back with my fingers in her hair
I love it in any position Ma I don't care
She like when I shine up them jewels that blind her
And drive by the projects while a nigger holler

I let her drive the V, she's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me, she's my pretty young thing
Rap or robbery, my pretty young thing
She's my gangsta bitch

I let her drive the V, she's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me, she's my pretty young thing
Rap or robbery, she's my pretty young thing
She's my, my down ass bitch

Yo you know how I do Dillinger deuce deuce
One in the sleeve one in the construction boots
My shorty, tote two, that's what she do
One in her purse and one in her Gucci goose

I keep her Prada down bitches wanna holler now
She back out the step When yo niggers crowd around
That's my road dog and you know I unload for her
She hold me down anytime I call for her

Like at the time when I crashed the Jag
She brought the Yukon 2000 black
Through a screen and a DVD, set me off
Twenties on the truck that'll piss you off

In return I sent her on a tour through Sacks
With ten grand shopping spree to get back
I brought her a five that look nice when she drive
Put a glock on the dash watch the stash nigga

I let her drive the V, she's my pretty young thing
Let her ride with me, she's my pretty young thing
Rap or robbery, my pretty young thing
She's my gangsta bitch

I let her drive the V, my pretty young thing
Let her ride with me, she's my pretty young thing
Rap or robbery, my pretty young thing
Yeah, she's my down ass bitch

Ay yo I ride for my lady, die for my lady
Hold my 380 baby this what the game made me
Im'a hustler, love it or not I be thuggin', huggin' the block
Glock bustin' running from cops

[Incomprehensible]
I'm your down bitch, your accomplice
Ride for you baby and that's a promise

I got your back nigga
I'm the one you trust to count on your stacks nigga
Cook your cracks nigga I park the Pinsky right off the pounds
Let off hollow rounds if shit goes down

I'm with the robberies, holdin' banks up
This pretty young thing gonna keep it gangsta what?
Uh huh yeah, Amil lion wha what?
Amil lion, Memph man what? Uh

I let her drive the V, she's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me, she's my pretty young thing
Rap or robbery, my pretty young thing
She's my down ass bitch

I let her drive the V, my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me, she's my pretty young thing
Rap or robbery, my pretty young thing
She's my gangsta bitch

Ride with me my pretty young thing
Let her my pretty young thing
Let her my pretty young thing
My down ass bitch

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Still Be There - Lyrics - Lil' Romeo

Title: Still Be There
Artist: Lil' Romeo
Composer(s): Cornell Perkins, Teena Marie Brockert, Rene Ezell, Lil' Romeo Percy Miller

Lyric:
I ain't tripin' girl age ain't nuttin'
I ain't tripin' girl age ain't nuttin'

Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there
Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there

Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there
Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there

I remember way back in them kindergarten classes
Snack time the way yo smile used to shine
How we used to line up in them single fine lines
Walkin' out to recess takin' all them deep breaths

Watchin' me develop all my basketball skills
Dribblin' from the the start and you took my heart
I couldn't wait till the next day, to see yo face
All over again, yo love I'm still tryna to win come on

Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there
Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there

Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there
Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there

A few years passed but still the same feelings
I got more popular still the same feelings
I had and I don't know if they will change
And all my friends tellin' me to concentrate on yo game

Keep ya grades good MBA's in ya fortune
But you so pretty can a soldier break to lose ya
And I won't really call it puppy love I'm havin'
It's more like a crush so we gon' can keep it on the hush, okay

Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there
Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there

Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there
Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there

In the 7th grade now and I'm stunnin' like a superstar
Referee takin' all startin' point gourd and it's funny
'Cause I still feel the same way
You've start notice how I'm lookin' yo way

But through it all still shy
And I'ma put it in a letter 'cause
I think that's the best way to tell ya
That we can still grow together

And we could weather the storm is strong
And deal with whatever

Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there
Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there

Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there
Young girl, why you wanna grow older?
Young or old baby, I'ma still be there

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Is That You (P.Y.T.) - Lyrics - Wanted - Bow Wow

Title: Is That You (P.Y.T.)
Album: Wanted
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): James E Ingram, Jermaine Dupri, James Phillips, Quincy D Jones

Lyric:
I'm lookin' for that pretty young thang
Up in the spot, lookin' hot, playin' no games
And she steady tryna get it crunk right from the jump
And she ain't playin' no games

That you shawty?
(Yeah, that's me)
Did you come here to party?
(Yes, indeed)
But could you drop it down low
When it's time to get low if so baby girl let's go
(Come and get it boy)

They say I act old but I got that old man game
'Cause I stay tryna find me a pretty young thang
That I call anytime if she ready to hang
And a slight jump off she be ready to bang

I like 'em fresh outta high school just about to graduate
Short shirts er'day tryna show they little shape
Low cut jump jeans hugs on her feet
Neighborhood girl but she love the streets

In a party she da main one doin' dat right thurr
Ev'time her jam drop hands up in the air
And she ain't thinkin' you, she ain't thinkin' 'bout a hurr
And if you ballin' homie she don't even really curr

She got her mind set on what she wanna do
And she ain't come alone she got her whole little crew
Her P.Y.T's that'll make ya head spin
E'ry nigga in the club tryina get in

I'm lookin' for that pretty young thang
Up in the spot, lookin' hot, playin' no games
And she steady tryna get it crunk right from the jump
And she ain't playin' no games

That you shawty?
(Yeah, that's me)
Did you come here to party?
(Yes, indeed)
But could you drop it down low
When it's time to get low if so baby girl let's go
(Come and get it boy)

They got a whole lot of attitude, rap is all that they listen to
Stayin' US weekly, tryna find somthin' new
Custom I-Pods with the Rhinestone
Nextel camera phones with all the hot ring tones

Light skin, the black little PYT's
Boricua mami's that like to eat Mickey D's
Always into somethin' like NWA
Got a little bittie frame but home she don't play

You know a girl is the reason that a nigga wanna stunt
And I'm weak for 'em homie I ain't even gon' front
See most young nigga's like 'em older
Not me I spot them soon as they spot me

Like specially in the summer I run up on
'Em hit 'em with that Moss A game like baby wuz ya phone number
Where ya live at? Shawty what part of town?
'Coz I just wanna be down

I'm lookin' for that pretty young thang
Up in the spot, lookin' hot, playin' no games
And she steady tryna get it crunk right from the jump
And she ain't playin' no games

That you shawty?
(Yeah, that's me)
Did you come here to party?
(Yes, indeed)
But could you drop it down low
When it's time to get low if so baby girl let's go
(Come and get it boy)

Pretty young thang repeat after me
Say na, na, na
(Na, na, na)
Na, na, na, na
(Na, na, na, na)

Say pretty young thangs repeat after me
Say na, na, na
(Na, na, na)
Na, na, na, na
(Na, na, na, na)

I'm lookin' for that pretty young thang
Up in the spot, lookin' hot, playin' no games
And she steady tryna get it crunk right from the jump
And she ain't playin' no games

That you shawty?
(Yeah, that's me)
Did you come here to party?
(Yes, indeed)
But could you drop it down low
When it's time to get low if so baby girl let's go
(Come and get it boy)

I'm lookin' for that pretty young thang
Up in the spot, lookin' hot, playin' no games
And she steady tryna get it crunk right from the jump
And she ain't playin' no games

That you shawty?
(Yeah, that's me)
Did you come here to party?
(Yes, indeed)
But could you drop it down low
When it's time to get low if so baby girl let's go
(Come and get it boy)

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Too Young - Lyrics - Pretty Ricky

Title: Too Young
Artist: Pretty Ricky
Composer(s): Marcus Pleasure Cooper, Stephen Ellis Garrett, Corey Mathis, Diamond Baby Blue Smith, Joseph Smith, Spectacular Blue Smith

Lyric:
Shawty, I been staring at you
(Girl I been staring at you)
Said I'm attracted to you
(I'm attracted to you)
But you way too young for me girl

Shawty, I been staring at you
(Girl I keep staring at you)
Said I'm attracted to you
(I'm attracted to you)
But you way too young for me girl

Baby girl lookin' good day by day, yeah
She a 'Lil Jon chick all she say is okay
(Okay)
But what's up with these childish games
You playing on my phone, I'm attracted
But I'm 'bout to leave you alone

Why you actin' like you still in the 6th grade?
All I'm trying to do is chill wit' you and get paid
It's a shame bad news caught you at my crib
Snoopin' through my room, lookin' like a spy kid, bad as you is
I had ta give you the props but den I had to stop

When you got hot 'cause I couldn't give you this lollipop
When you finally grow up let me know
Text Pretty Ricky 73804 fo' sho'

Shawty, I been staring at you
(Girl I been staring at you)
Said I'm attracted to you
(I'm attracted to you)
But you way too young for me girl

Shawty, I been staring at you
(Girl I keep staring at you)
Said I'm attracted to you
(I'm attracted to you)
But you way too young for me girl

Shawty, girl, you got a body like you 18
But you way to young for my fantasy
I would date you; but a player might get caught
And I ain't tryin' ta hear ya mami mouth in court

I know I love you, you know you love me
So can you wait just 1 mo'year for me
I'm lookin' for a baby mama
Girl let's make some drama
I ain't worried 'cause my bank account got commas

So holla at me when you turn 18
But until den all I can do is daydream
'Cause ya lips look soft, girl hang my posters on ya wall
Kiss 'em every nite 'cause I feel it all
Whoa

Shawty, I been staring at you
(Girl I been staring at you)
Said I'm attracted to you
(I'm attracted to you)
But you way too young for me girl

Shawty, I been staring at you
(Girl I keep staring at you)
Said I'm attracted to you
(I'm attracted to you)
But you way too young for me girl

2:30 in da school zone
(All day)
You know I'm tryna have fun wit' you
(All day)
But got damn you wearin' dat thong girl
(All day)

I'm thinkin' 'bout doin' something so wrong
(Something so wrong)
Everybody know the type
Walkin' down da street lookin' like 20 or 18

Baby girl fine, off in da ride
Conversation just right
But we can't do nothin' that's a little jail time
I can't even risk it, maybe we can chill or kick it

I'll be ya umm, Mr. Fix It, play it from a distance
Got me wishin' you was 1 year older so I could get off in it
And uh if its grass on da football field
You know I'm gon' ball tryin' to get dem panty draws
Dey gon' put me behind bars, tryna grab it like a claw

And I'm like fuck da law
Oh law
(Oh law)
I ain't scared
I ain't tryna to get caught dead, red handed
Abandoned from my family; it's goin' down like da Titanic

Shawty, I been staring at you
(Girl I been staring at you)
Said I'm attracted to you
(I'm attracted to you)
But you way too young for me girl

Shawty, I been staring at you
(Girl I keep staring at you)
Said I'm attracted to you
(I'm attracted to you)
But you way too young for me girl

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Pretty Little Girl - Lyrics - Bobby Brown

Title: Pretty Little Girl
Artist: Bobby Brown
Composer(s): Kenny Edmonds, Daryl Simmons, Antonio Reid

Lyric:
You know a man likes a good time
He likes to wine and then dine
A beautiful woman
And love her through the night
And if the lovin' feels right
He likes to do her two times
Pleasing that woman
Until she's satisfied
But when all the love is done
Who wants love that's on the run?
One good time, but there's so much more
How 'bout conversation, some communication
Someone who loves you and stimulates your mind, baby

A pretty little girl just ain't gonna get it
I need a woman
I need the kinda girl who keeps on
Usin' her mind all of the time, baby
A pretty little girl just ain't gonna get it
I need a good strong woman, who'll keep love comin'
All of the time, all of her life

You know a man likes to have fun
He likes to get into some tender young roni's
As pretty as they come
He likes to love all night long
And makes 'em feel they got it goin' on
Sometimes, it's lonely, 'cause there's know one at home
But when all the peaks are done
Know one still knows anyone
We've had fun, but I need so much more
How 'bout conversation, some communication
Someone who knows you and stimulates your mind

A pretty little girl just ain't gonna get it
I need a woman
I need the kinda girl who keeps on
Usin' her mind all of the time, baby
A pretty little girl just ain't gonna get it
I need a good strong woman, who'll keep love comin'
All of the time, all of her life

I'm not ashamed to say, that I've been that kinda guy
Didn't want no lady, I just wanted a good time
But now, I think I'm ready for love
I need a woman that'll give it up
Someone to love me
And someone to be right by my side, baby

A pretty little girl just ain't gonna get it
I need a woman
I need the kinda girl who keeps on
Usin' her mind all of the time, baby
A pretty little girl just ain't gonna get it
I need a good strong woman, who'll keep love comin'
All of the time, all of her life

Can you give me the lovin'? All I need
And if you give me the lovin', I'll give you all of me
'Cause I need a woman, to care for me
To love me, to squeeze me
And someone to be right by my side, baby

A pretty little girl just ain't gonna get it
I need a woman
I need the kinda girl who keeps on
Usin' her mind all of the time, baby
A pretty little girl just ain't gonna get it
I need a good strong woman, who'll keep love comin'
All of the time, all of her life

A pretty little girl just ain't gonna get it
I need a woman
I need the kinda girl who keeps on
Usin' her mind all of the time, baby
A pretty little girl just ain't gonna get it
I need a good strong woman, who'll keep love comin'
All of the time

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I Wanna Love U - Lyrics - M.A.D.E. - Memphis Bleek

Title: I Wanna Love U
Album: M.A.D.E.
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Quincy Jones, James E Ingram, Malik Cox, Kanye West

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Lyric:
Yeah, you know?
I know what you ladies want
I know what you need ya know?
Let's go, come on

I want to love you
P.Y.T.!
Pretty young thing
You need some loving
T.L.C.!
Tender loving care
And I'll take you there
Girl, oh, I want to love you

Like you need to be loved
And I, hold you like you need to be hugged
And I'm, never letting you go 'cuz trust you all I need in my life
I ain't letting you go 'cuz I love you

And I'm letting it show for now ease your mind 'cuz in time we grow
Listen, if we right for one another we live
You wife unlike them other ones I've been with 'cuz I I want to love you
Anyway I can, show you it's not the scene everyday I can

I be that shoulder to lean, voice that you need
And I give you things that one can only dream of love you
From the bottom of my heart I'm true, know what you need
I seen what you been through, what? It's no stress
Go 'head pack your stuff we on the trip just to show how much I

I want to love you
P.Y.T.!
Pretty young thing
You need some loving
T.L.C.!
Tender loving care
And I'll take you there
Girl, oh I want to love you

Every minute every hour
Of any day any place that you desire
I show you how it feel just to tan in Brazil or
Smoke out while we chill in the grill 'cuz I love you

For the fact I'm grown, I'm 24 need something I could come home to
Something to hold on to, for the rest of my life
And I can show you what it's like to be in trini for a night
'Cuz I want to love you

It's been a long way here, from plan to hallway
To bring us all way here
To the sweets in L.A. or beach Mia or chill out pool
Shout out to crib where I lay 'cuz I love you

And everyday that pass
We gotta live it to it's limit like we live in our last
And we've been broke before it's from the bottom to the top
Wit' this love I never felt before now why

I want to love you
P.Y.T.!
Pretty young thing
You need some loving
T.L.C.!
Tender loving care
And I'll take you there
Girl, oh I want to love you

Now I got a love that'll set you free
This is where you oughta be, yeah
Lady clap your hands with me, huh
It's Donell Jones and Memphis Bleek, yeah

So tell your friends you're going out
'Cause you know what this is about
So lady come and ride with me

I want to love you
P.Y.T.!
Pretty young thing
You need some loving
T.L.C.!
Tender loving care
And I'll take you there girl oh

I want to love you
P.Y.T.!
Pretty young thing
You need some loving
T.L.C.!
Tender loving care
And I'll take you there
Girl, oh I want to love you

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Have You Seen Her - Lyrics - Where I Wanna Be - Donell Jones

Title: Have You Seen Her
Album: Where I Wanna Be
Artist: Donell Jones
Composer(s): Kent Lawrence, Melvin Lewis, Eric Williams, Wesley Hogges

Lyric:
Well, well, well, well, well
Hmm, whoa
Check it out

Sitting at the light she pulled up on my right
Looking in the mirror making sure her shit was tight
I know she felt me watching but was scared to look my way
I know she wants to look, but I think I got her shook

Under pressure, don't know what to do
She's got two cuties with her and I got my peoples too
She put it in one, stepped on the gun, and made a U
Looked inside, gave me a smile, then she blew, what am I gonna do

Tell me, which way did she go
Pretty young thing in a GS4
Love was so bangin' had me open from the door
Tell me, have you seen her?

She had a smile that I couldn't forget
Shinning brighter than the floss piece around her neck
The girl was so fine I just gotta make her mine
Tell me, have you seen her? Have you seen her?

It's been a while now, and I'm steady on the case
Everyday I'm looking for her face
It's like a dream to me, and I gotta make it real
Gotta let her know just how I feel

Now there she goes again, driving by
I hit my horn she throws her beams on high
I put my joy in it, and I tried to give chase
She disappears again without a trace
Tell me, have you seen her?

Tell me, which way did she go
Pretty young thing in a GS4
Love was so bangin' had me open from the door
Tell me, have you seen her?

She had a smile that I couldn't forget
Shinning brighter than the floss piece around her neck
The girl was so fine, I just gotta make her mine
Tell me, have you seen her? Have you seen her?

I?ve gotta find her
Where did you go, babe?
Hmm, listen

Girl you seem to think you got away from me
You got me looking for you in all these busy streets
I must admit, I got a thang for you
It's just a little test of all the things I'll do for you

Tell me, which way did she go
Pretty young thing in a GS4
Love was so bangin' had me open from the door
Tell me, have you seen her?

She had a smile that I couldn't forget
Shinning brighter than the floss piece around her neck
The girl was so fine, I just gotta make her mine
Tell me, have you seen her? Have you seen her?

Tell me, which way did she go
Pretty young thing in a GS4
Love was so bangin' had me open from the door
Tell me, have you seen her?

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Black Girl Lost - Lyrics - It Was Written - Nas

Title: Black Girl Lost
Album: It Was Written
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Reggie Lucas, Lashawn Lewis, Nasir Jones, James Mtume

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Lyric:
Hello, whassup girl?
Ain't nothin', this nigga in here stressin'
Talkin' that old off the wall back to Africa shit again
What, that God Body shit? Yeah, that dumb shit
I'm tryin to get up outta here, I hear that, but yo
You know the spot is pumpin' tonight, word f'real where?
You know, where the real niggaz is poppin' the Cristal
Not that white stuff, word where the real niggaz at?

Listen to reason
Pretty baby baby baby listen

A young wild beautiful love child
You like them thug style link rockin', then mink coppin'
Hit you on the sink a hundred dollar drink poppin'
The head'll make you take him shoppin', a foul doctrine

Reminiscent of my first time up in a chick
You was innocent, but now you rent-a-dick, wear the tightest shit
Chanel lookin' real, airbrushed nails
Hit the gym, hit the scales, heaven-sent but negligent

To see a prophecy, your ebony tone is lockin' me
The way you moan make me daydream of you on top of me
Wishin' I could be the one man, but you juggle
Way too many Willies all in one hand

You wanna run up in clubs, gettin' rubbed on
Niggaz pull your hair, shake your fat rear
Get your fuck on, followin' week, you back there
But what you stuck on, weed, clowns and cars

Puffin' with some lil' nigga, husband not knowin' she's out
Could you believe Eve, Mother Earth of the seas
Niggaz thirst you, you just let 'em hurt you and leave
What up mah, frontin' like you naive

Pusherman's whip, callin' police when you flip
Can't understand it, yo it should be a throne for us
But for now that's a whole different zone from us
Word

Diamonds all shinin', lookin' all fine
Pretty little face, get a little high
Young girl stugglin', tryin' to survive
Mother of the Earth, she made you and I
Just tired of playin' the same ol' games
Messin' with my mind, emotional thangs
And there goes, a black girl, lost

Like Isis, she got you heartbroke and felt lifeless
Grow up girl instead you want revenge so now you act the nicest
To who'sever gettin' down and trifless
To get his mind all you do is give him somethin' priceless

'Cause in time he'll realize the thighs is all he needs
More than weed, then you hit him off with lies and greed
There you go again, startin' wars, makin' me more yours
Seem to get a kick out of keepin' me on all fours

Face glistenin', I'm addicted to you
Original, Wisdom Body got me picturin' you
Igloos of ice trickin' on you, you never listen
To this nigga spendin' Franklins on tennis anklets

Must've had a bad deal in the past though
Can't even keep it real with a nigga with cash flow
Say men are all the same, what we need to do is break this chain
You got a job part-time and school's your night thing

With dreams to settle down, it ain't far from now
You gettin' interviewed, but your boss is into gettin' screwed
Typical day that the black girl sees
Comin' home wantin' more from a college degree

Diamonds all shinin', lookin' all fine
Pretty little face, you get a little high
Young girl stugglin', tryin' to survive
Mother of the Earth, she made you and I
Just tired of playin' the same ol' games
Messin' with my mind, emotional thangs
And there goes, a black girl, lost

Where are you focused, on legit niggaz and where the coke is
Nice and Thug Life niggaz, yo you seem hopeless
Your value, too much to be measured, I wonder how you
Could ever be played, your pussy worth gold amountin' to

More than the world, but not knowin' nothin' about you
You leavin' the crib, takin' all your kids out to
Drop them off, lettin' some nigga knock you off
So hot and soft, that's the same thing that got you lost

Growin' up seein' it, it should remind you, you bein' lied to
Everything that move be inside you
Sacred as you are, left with these wannabes to guide you
I watched you, hard to knock you, I tried not to

They spot you out dancin' topless in your drawers
Damn look, there goes a black girl lost

You should be ashamed of yourself
The way you carry yourself
The way you hang out all night long
Doin' silly things that is wrong
Black girl

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You'Re Pretty When I'M Drunk - Lyrics - Use Your Fingers - Bloodhound Gang

Title: You'Re Pretty When I'M Drunk
Album: Use Your Fingers
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): Jimmy Franks, Michael Bowe

Lyric:
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
To slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought Skip O' Pot2mus

And Daddy gonna get some, probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the Daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory, makin' a big stink
Messin' up the toilet seat and poopin' in the sink

M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waitin' for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the 12 Horse Ale
After that I get silly like Soupy Sales

Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Shlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beers, tinted glasses, I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle

'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)

Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr.Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr.Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch, the way this chick was diggin' me

But maybe I should check and see if this is where I wanna be
Hey Lupus is she cute? Yeah, for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know? You're probably goin' home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone

Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois, you and me and Heineken

'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)

Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you

For the sake of conversation, we'll call you the Brand New Heavy
You're a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
You're Buddha, you're Shamu, you're Jabba the fuckin' Hutt

You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was 3 a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot

I was butterin' rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me, something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing, I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that Jabberjaws lived in your pants

At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty, I gotta lament
That you were not a girl, you were an experiment

'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)

You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)

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Drinking Champagne - Lyrics - George Strait

Title: Drinking Champagne
Artist: George Strait
Composer(s): Bill Mack

Lyric:
I'm drinking champagne, feelin' no pain till early mornin'
Dining and dancin' with every pretty girl I can find
I'm having a fling with a pretty young thing till early mornin'
Knowin' tomorrow I'll wake up with you on my mind

Guilty conscience I guess, though I must confess
I never loved you much when you were mine
So I'll keep drinking champagne and feelin' no pain till early mornin'
Dining and dancin' with every pretty girl I can find
Havin' a fling with a pretty young thing till early mornin'
Knowin' tomorrow I'll wake up with you on my mind

Guilty conscience I guess, though I must confess
I never loved you much when you were mine
So I'll keep drinking champagne feelin' no pain till early mornin'
Dining and dancin' with every pretty girl I can find
I'll keep havin' a fling with a pretty young thing till early mornin'
Knowin' tomorrow I'll wake up with you on my mind

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Go Head - Lyrics - Hard to Kill - Gucci Mane

Title: Go Head
Album: Hard to Kill
Artist: Gucci Mane
Composer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Chadron Moore

Lyric:
Go head, go head, go head, go head
Baby girl, go head, go head, go head, go head

Shawty gotta ass on her, I'mma put my hands on her
I'mma spend a couple grand on her, I'mma pop a rubberband on her
Shawty gotta ass on her, I'mma put my hands on her
I'mma spend a couple grand on her, I'mma pop a rubberband on her

I'm tryna figure which chick I'mma see today
Picked up a young girl, looked like Lisa Ray
When I seen her in the club said I gots to get her
'Cause she look like she might be Trina sista

Gotta girl look just like Lauren Hill
Took her to the crib 'cause she know what it is
Love her momma but I cant stand her daddy though
But she got more ass than Jackie O'

Gotta brown skin girl like Foxy Brown
Bought a quarter pound just to blow it down
Tattoos all over like Eva or somethin'
Long hair but it must be weave or somethin'

Gotta spot so I bought her new furniture
'Cause she pretty in the face like Monica
I really dig the girl
So I gave a ticket to Gucci World

Go head, go head, go head, go head
Baby girl, go head, go head, go head, go head

Shawty gotta ass on her, I'mma put my hands on her
I'mma spend a couple grand on her, I'mma pop a rubberband on her
Shawty gotta ass on her, I'mma put my hands on her
I'mma spend a couple grand on her, I'mma pop a rubberband on her

I'm in the club, niggas screamin' who the hell is that?
That girl with that ass all on the back
I got that fire red thong and a bra to match
I'mma real boss bitch and I'm hard to catch

Mac Breezy, pimpin' ain't easy nigga
You can leave me 'cause I don't really need ya nigga
I got that Chevy and you hear me for you see me nigga
'Cause my mama show the Mac how to treat a nigga

And I'mma Top Notch Bitch that talk shit but I take none
Hair stay fixed, jump fresh with my nails done
My bracelet, my nigga sick so you already know
That when I step up in the club I be rockin' stilettos hoe

I'mma jazzy girl, a straight classy girl
And you never hear a nigga say I'm nasty girl
And you never meet a girl that will shine like me
'Cause I'm with the Gucci Mane and I'm so icey

Go head, go head, go head, go head
Baby girl, go head, go head, go head, go head

Shawty gotta ass on her, I'mma put my hands on her
I'mma spend a couple grand on her, I'mma pop a rubberband on her
Shawty gotta ass on her, I'mma put my hands on her
I'mma spend a couple grand on her, I'mma pop a rubberband on her

Them niggas jealous, say you ain't got time for that
All that shake, can a nigga get some fries with that?
Too much ass, I ain't gotta press a high to that
Hair blond for a minute til' she dyed it black

In the club with her girls, everybody pretty
Said she used to dance at Magic City
Go girl to the floor, girl
Shake it real slow like a pro, girl

Hit the dro girl 'cause it's your world
Dance one time then get some more, girl
Gucci in the club two rubberband banks
Smokin' bubbagush and the shit just stank

Six girls dancin' at the same time
Never seen a hood hoe so damn fine
Turn around baby girl, damn you cute
I ain't tryna come at you like a prostitute

Go head, go head, go head, go head
Baby girl, go head, go head, go head, go head

Shawty gotta ass on her, I'mma put my hands on her
I'mma spend a couple grand on her, I'mma pop a rubberband on her
Shawty gotta ass on her, I'mma put my hands on her
I'mma spend a couple grand on her, I'mma pop a rubberband on her

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Promise Ring - Lyrics - Tiffany

Title: Promise Ring
Artist: Tiffany
Composer(s): P. Smith, E. Lewis, B. Reid, B. Muhammad, Candice Nelson

Lyric:
To the B, to the B, to the B ?cuz I need
Everybody to the floor, why? ?Cuz this beat is sick, yeah
It?s time to rock, uh, that?s what it is
Tiffany?s her name, love is the game
And the only way to play is with this promise ring

Sometimes a girl needs to know that she?s
Appreciated for all the things she does
With some sorta token of love
?Cuz without it her young heart won?t know

And right then to my surprise, he
Pulled out a small velvet box, pink ribbon tied
I?m wondering what?s inside
He opened it and then he replied

He said, I promise not to hurt you, I promise not to lie
I promise to befriend you and defend you with my life
I promise you forever, I promise you today, he said
Would you wear my promise ring? I said yes

If ya break ya promise we breakin? up
Got a couple things that I want
Walks in the park and sweet things
If I rock your promise ring

I could be your pretty young thing
You could become my king
I gotta know you got me
Yes, I?ll rock your promise ring

Yes, I?ll rock your promise, promise, promise ring
Yes, I?ll rock your promise, yes, I?ll rock your promise ring
Yes, I?ll rock your promise, promise, promise ring
Yes, I?ll rock your promise, yes, I?ll rock your promise ring

How in the world could a girl say no?
I knew it the moment he made my finger glow
It was good to know I?m who he chose
It was your heart he felt now it shows, now it shows

You know when you see me floss
No way it?s gon? get lost, I?ll never take this off
I?m older and they call me by your name
I?ll wear it on a chain, because I can hear you say

He said I promise not to hurt you, I promise not to lie
I promise to befriend you and defend you with my life
I promise you forever, I promise you today, he said
Would you wear my promise ring? I said yes

If ya break ya promise we breakin? up
Got a couple things that I want
Walks in the park and sweet things
If I rock your promise ring

I could be your pretty young thing
You could become my king
I gotta know you got me
Yes, I?ll rock your promise ring

Yes, I?ll rock your promise, promise, promise ring
Yes, I?ll rock your promise, yes, I?ll rock your promise ring
Yes, I?ll rock your promise, promise, promise ring
Yes, I?ll rock your promise, yes, I?ll rock your promise ring

Everybody get up and rock to this beat
My name is Tiffany and y?all know me
All my girls with me, all the boys like me
Come correctly with the promise ring
And you just might be my boo, my boo

Promise that you?ll never let me go and boy I?ll
Boy I?ll wear your promise ring
All you have to do is say the word and boy I?ll
Boy I?ll wear your promise ring

Just let me know, just let me know, what I gotta do?
Just let me know, just let me know
You ain?t goin? nowhere, I ain?t goin? nowhere
I?ll be on for sure but you gotta know that

If ya break ya promise we breakin? up
Got a couple things that I want
Walks in the park and sweet things
If I rock your promise ring

I could be your pretty young thing
You could become my king
I gotta know you got me
Yes, I?ll rock your promise ring

Yes, I?ll rock your promise, promise, promise ring
Yes, I?ll rock your promise, yes, I?ll rock your promise ring
Yes, I?ll rock your promise, promise, promise ring
Yes, I?ll rock your promise, yes, I?ll rock your promise ring

If I rock your promise ring
Young thing, my king

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Promise Ring - Lyrics - Tiffany Evans - Tiffany Evans

Title: Promise Ring
Album: Tiffany Evans
Artist: Tiffany Evans
Composer(s): P. Smith, E. Lewis, B. Reid, B. Muhammad, Candice Nelson

Lyric:
To the B, to the B, to the B ?cuz I need
Everybody to the floor, why? ?Cuz this beat is sick, yeah
It?s time to rock, uh, that?s what it is
Tiffany?s her name, love is the game
And the only way to play is with this promise ring

Sometimes a girl needs to know that she?s
Appreciated for all the things she does
With some sorta token of love
?Cuz without it her young heart won?t know

And right then to my surprise, he
Pulled out a small velvet box, pink ribbon tied
I?m wondering what?s inside
He opened it and then he replied

He said, I promise not to hurt you, I promise not to lie
I promise to befriend you and defend you with my life
I promise you forever, I promise you today, he said
Would you wear my promise ring? I said yes

If ya break ya promise we breakin? up
Got a couple things that I want
Walks in the park and sweet things
If I rock your promise ring

I could be your pretty young thing
You could become my king
I gotta know you got me
Yes, I?ll rock your promise ring

Yes, I?ll rock your promise, promise, promise ring
Yes, I?ll rock your promise, yes, I?ll rock your promise ring
Yes, I?ll rock your promise, promise, promise ring
Yes, I?ll rock your promise, yes, I?ll rock your promise ring

How in the world could a girl say no?
I knew it the moment he made my finger glow
It was good to know I?m who he chose
It was your heart he felt now it shows, now it shows

You know when you see me floss
No way it?s gon? get lost, I?ll never take this off
I?m older and they call me by your name
I?ll wear it on a chain, because I can hear you say

He said I promise not to hurt you, I promise not to lie
I promise to befriend you and defend you with my life
I promise you forever, I promise you today, he said
Would you wear my promise ring? I said yes

If ya break ya promise we breakin? up
Got a couple things that I want
Walks in the park and sweet things
If I rock your promise ring

I could be your pretty young thing
You could become my king
I gotta know you got me
Yes, I?ll rock your promise ring

Yes, I?ll rock your promise, promise, promise ring
Yes, I?ll rock your promise, yes, I?ll rock your promise ring
Yes, I?ll rock your promise, promise, promise ring
Yes, I?ll rock your promise, yes, I?ll rock your promise ring

Everybody get up and rock to this beat
My name is Tiffany and y?all know me
All my girls with me, all the boys like me
Come correctly with the promise ring
And you just might be my boo, my boo

Promise that you?ll never let me go and boy I?ll
Boy I?ll wear your promise ring
All you have to do is say the word and boy I?ll
Boy I?ll wear your promise ring

Just let me know, just let me know, what I gotta do?
Just let me know, just let me know
You ain?t goin? nowhere, I ain?t goin? nowhere
I?ll be on for sure but you gotta know that

If ya break ya promise we breakin? up
Got a couple things that I want
Walks in the park and sweet things
If I rock your promise ring

I could be your pretty young thing
You could become my king
I gotta know you got me
Yes, I?ll rock your promise ring

Yes, I?ll rock your promise, promise, promise ring
Yes, I?ll rock your promise, yes, I?ll rock your promise ring
Yes, I?ll rock your promise, promise, promise ring
Yes, I?ll rock your promise, yes, I?ll rock your promise ring

If I rock your promise ring
Young thing, my king

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Friday On My Mind - Lyrics - Peter Frampton

Title: Friday On My Mind
Artist: Peter Frampton
Composer(s): George Young, Harry Vanda

Lyric:
Monday morning feels so bad, everybody seems to nag me
Come on Tuesday I feel better
Even my old man looks good, huh
Wednesday just don't go, Thursday goes too slow
But I've got Friday on my mind

Gonna have fun in the city
Be with my girl, she's so pretty
She looks fine tonight
She is out of sight to me

Tonight, I'll paint it red
Tonight, I'll lose my head
Tonight, I've got to get tonight
Monday I have Friday on my mind

Do the five day drag once more
Know of nothing else that bugs me
Now I'm working for the rich man, huh
But I'll change his tune one day
Tonight I'll get mad, tomorrow I'll be glad
'Cause I've got Friday on my mind

Gonna have fun in the city
Be with my girl, she's so pretty
She looks fine tonight
She is out of sight to me

Tonight, I'll paint it red
Tonight, I'll lose my head
Tonight, I've got to get tonight
Monday I have Friday on my mind

Yeah, I gonna have fun in the city
Be with my girl, she's so pretty
Gonna have fun in the city, gonna have some fun
Be with my girl she's so pretty, gonna have some fun

Gonna have fun in the city, hoo, gonna have some fun
Be with my girl she's so pretty
In the city tonight, gonna have fun in the city
Be with my girl she's so pretty

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Friday On My Mind - Lyrics - Gary Moore

Title: Friday On My Mind
Artist: Gary Moore
Composer(s): George Young, Harry Vanda

Lyric:
Monday morning feels so bad, everybody seems to nag me
Come on Tuesday I feel better
Even my old man looks good, huh
Wednesday just don't go, Thursday goes too slow
But I've got Friday on my mind

Gonna have fun in the city
Be with my girl, she's so pretty
She looks fine tonight
She is out of sight to me

Tonight, I'll paint it red
Tonight, I'll lose my head
Tonight, I've got to get tonight
Monday I have Friday on my mind

Do the five day drag once more
Know of nothing else that bugs me
Now I'm working for the rich man, huh
But I'll change his tune one day
Tonight I'll get mad, tomorrow I'll be glad
'Cause I've got Friday on my mind

Gonna have fun in the city
Be with my girl, she's so pretty
She looks fine tonight
She is out of sight to me

Tonight, I'll paint it red
Tonight, I'll lose my head
Tonight, I've got to get tonight
Monday I have Friday on my mind

Yeah, I gonna have fun in the city
Be with my girl, she's so pretty
Gonna have fun in the city, gonna have some fun
Be with my girl she's so pretty, gonna have some fun

Gonna have fun in the city, hoo, gonna have some fun
Be with my girl she's so pretty
In the city tonight, gonna have fun in the city
Be with my girl she's so pretty

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Friday On My Mind - Lyrics - Pinups - David Bowie

Title: Friday On My Mind
Album: Pinups
Artist: David Bowie
Composer(s): George Young, Harry Vanda

Lyric:
Monday morning feels so bad, everybody seems to nag me
Come on Tuesday I feel better
Even my old man looks good, huh
Wednesday just don't go, Thursday goes too slow
But I've got Friday on my mind

Gonna have fun in the city
Be with my girl, she's so pretty
She looks fine tonight
She is out of sight to me

Tonight, I'll paint it red
Tonight, I'll lose my head
Tonight, I've got to get tonight
Monday I have Friday on my mind

Do the five day drag once more
Know of nothing else that bugs me
Now I'm working for the rich man, huh
But I'll change his tune one day
Tonight I'll get mad, tomorrow I'll be glad
'Cause I've got Friday on my mind

Gonna have fun in the city
Be with my girl, she's so pretty
She looks fine tonight
She is out of sight to me

Tonight, I'll paint it red
Tonight, I'll lose my head
Tonight, I've got to get tonight
Monday I have Friday on my mind

Yeah, I gonna have fun in the city
Be with my girl, she's so pretty
Gonna have fun in the city, gonna have some fun
Be with my girl she's so pretty, gonna have some fun

Gonna have fun in the city, hoo, gonna have some fun
Be with my girl she's so pretty
In the city tonight, gonna have fun in the city
Be with my girl she's so pretty

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