Put Your Drinks Down - Lyrics - Hell And Back - Drag On

Title: Put Your Drinks Down
Album: Hell And Back
Artist: Drag On
Composer(s): Mel Smalls, Khari Cain, Sean Martin, Earl Hayes, Shandel Green

Lyric:
Come on, uh, come on

Now, what we 'gon do, is party right now
Get out your seats, and put your drinks down
What we 'gon do, is party right now
Get out your seats, and put your drinks down

I ain't 'gon front Drag is drunk as a mu'fucker
A wifey my chick as long as my moms love her
And get the okay from grandma
She told me what my grandpa used for stamina

But I ain't with that sittin' around shit
That dicks 'em down quick, then kicks 'em out bitch
I treat you chick like a basketball player
I shoot my game she bounce with me then we lay up

Now that's a foul player
Ya girl could sweeter than candy, so I can get it now or later
I guess, I just wait, I came in the club late
But I'm leavin' the place early with a pretty face small waste

Necks thick like Church's Chicken
I go up in the ladies store and purchase women
Like, did y'all forget the face
I'm like throw backs in the summer, I'm all over the place

Now, what we 'gon do, is party right now
Get out your seats, and put your drinks down
What we 'gon do, is party right now
Get out your seats, and put your drinks down

Drag, can I drive your Benz?
Yeah ma, now call your friends
Drag, can I stay at your house?
Why not you can sleep on my couch

Drag, you still down with the R?
Come on ma, you know who we are
Drag, you got what I need
As we proceed

I had shorty hands up but her pants ain't on
Smokin' a herb from Canada, her man is gone
Gone? Yes that nigga better go
'Cause if I lift half of my shirt, half of my metals show

And this is just the beginnin' I done had more women
Then, Ralph Lauren stitches name in denim
I had more chicks wet then a Titanic collision
Then left 'em in the cold just like the boat did 'em

So, ma, you make a decision
'Cause I ain't got a lot of time 'cause this ain't prison
I give you a long kiss goodnight like Samuel
And keep a guard with you that shoot like Sam Cassell, come on

Now, what we 'gon do, is party right now
Get out your seats, and put your drinks down
What we 'gon do, is party right now
Get out your seats, and put your drinks down

Drag, can I drive your Benz?
Yeah ma, now call your friends
Drag, can I stay at your house?
Why not you can sleep on my couch

Drag, you still down with the R?
Come on ma, you know who we are
Drag, you got what I need
As we proceed

Now, what we 'gon do, is party right now
Get out your seats, and put your drinks down
What we 'gon do, is party right now
Get out your seats, and put your drinks down

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Put Your Money - Lyrics - Red Light District - Ludacris

Title: Put Your Money
Album: Red Light District
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Michael Guy, Chris Bridges

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Lyric:
Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is
Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is

Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is
Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is

Let it rush through your veins, 'cause I'ma be the one
To step up and put a hundred thousand dollars on the game
Got a pocket full of change and they C-note stacks
Bustin' dominoes, spades, cee-lo, craps

We shootin' pool at the Luda-plex, I slap a hundred on the table
Just to see if any fools wanna do it next
I got games galore, I got game for sure
And when I win I spit game to whores

Or double it back, I'll double the stacks
Throw a dub, a big face or double the stack, boy
And we can 'bout anything that you wanna do
But come up short and oh the thangs that the gun'll do

Throw in the towel 'cause I'm makin' 'em sweat
Or put your house on the line and I can cover the bet
So hurry up and come get some, if you want some
You know the phrase, scared money don't make none

Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is
Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is

Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is
Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is

Throw some money on the books, 'cause I know how to call 'em
Somebody tell my fam I got a gamblin' problem
I don't know when to stop, maybe when somebody's
Drug away by the cops, or when I'm blowin' steam

Countin' green in the drop, because whether legal or illegal
All my people bring the strength to the block
Yes sir, I thought you knew it, we loco
We'll bet on anything, just to see if anybody's gon' do it

It's people livin' they life comin' up off change
And hustlers payin' they bills comin' up off games
Whether it's Madden or it's Live, tell 'em pick up the sticks
They call me Mr. Put-Down-Two-And-Pick-Up-Six

They walk away with a clean slate, catch me out in A.C.
Callin' yo' bluff with Puff eatin' cheesecake
So all my ramblers, runners and money scramblers
Put your drinks up to all compulsive gamblers

Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is
Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is

Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is
Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is

I'm up in Vegas with a stack of black chips
Breakin' the whole casino and doin' backflips, man
Cameras eyein' us, side betters tryin' us
The more chips we stack, the more drinks they buyin' us

Tryin' to get me off my grind, but it won't work
'Cause I can drink a fifth of gin and it don't hurt
I'm still breakin' 'em, and dice still shakin' 'em
I'll step in any place, just ask X what I say to 'em

Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is
Bet a hundred, bet a hundred, bet a thousand, bet a stack
Bet a million, put your money where yo' mouth is
...

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Real Gangstaz - Lyrics - Amerikaz Nightmare - Mobb Deep

Title: Real Gangstaz
Album: Amerikaz Nightmare
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Jonathan H Smith, Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
This some of that real gangsta motherfuckin' shit nigga
(Yeah)
Yeah, for all the real niggaz out there
(Yeah)
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
(What)

Like my motherfuckin' East Coast niggaz
(What)
My motherfuckin' Dirty South niggaz
(What)
And my motherfuckin' West Coast niggaz
(What)
Let's go

Some, people run
(Yeah)
But, gangstas don't
(Yeah)
Know my hammer stay cocked
(Yeah)
If you, leave you crippled
(Hey)

Some, people run
(Yeah)
But, gangstas don't
(Yeah)
Know my hammer stay cocked
(Yeah)
If you, leave you crippled
(Hey)

Now y'all know the deal why we up in here
Burn that ma, put it up in the air
(C'mon)
Ma got a phattie so I'm up in her ear
'Cause these clowns wanna grill, I got the clique right there

Now you could get your ass drug around up in here
You know I know the promoter, the pound's in here
And these my parts, you outta town out here
Slow it down, pump the brakes, get found out there

I'm push that melon, what the fuck's that smellin'?
(Pussy)
Thugs not thugs no more, they tellin'
(Yeah)
You did that time, but you not that felon
Nigga kill the noise, your hammer not yellin'

You're infrared not beamin'
(Nope)
Y'all not eatin' while your neck not gleamin'
We don't give a fuck, flip for any ol' reason
Just for the fun have your bitch ass leakin'
Okay

Some, people run
(Yeah)
But, gangstas don't
(Yeah)
Know my hammer stay cocked
(Yeah)
If you, leave you crippled
(Hey)

Some, people run
(Yeah)
But, gangstas don't
(Yeah)
(Y'all niggaz ain't gangsta)
Know my hammer stay cocked
(Yeah)
(Aiyyo Prodigy, tell 'em what's up)
If you, leave you crippled
(Hey)

Yeah, all I want is the money and y'all can keep them sloppy hoes
My calender's shows booked, I ain't got time yo
Gimme the cash, keep them beat up chicks
My bank bounce gotta stay thick

You know e'ry day I stay with, the latest guns
Keep those under our belts to blaze you up
E'ry day we play with, the latest trucks
Work that tip chronic on the porch well

Don't get rat-a-tat tatted up, it be a bad look
Be wettin' your pants when bullets hit, mad shook
Droppin' your gun and all that, you mad puss
34 shell cases fall in one push

You get beaten and battered up, y'all little chain snapped
We still takin' 'em, fuck it let the team have it
Be droppin' your drinks, trippin' on things scramblin'
It be chaos when guns ring at him
Okay

Some, people run
(Yeah)
But, gangstas don't
(Yeah)
Know my hammer stay cocked
(Yeah)
If, you, leave you crippled
(Hey)

Some, people run
(Yeah)
But, gangstas don't
(Yeah)
Know my hammer stay cocked
(Yeah)
If, you, leave you crippled
(Hey)

Aight it's 'bout to get real ugly in this motherfuckin' club
What, what
I need to see nothin'
(Hey)
But the real gangsta niggaz and bitches on the dance flo'
(Hey)

Yeah, we gon' crank this motherfucker up
Let's crank this bitch up
We need to see all y'all motherfuckers doin' this shit
(What)
Doin' what?

Hey, put your middle finger up, motherfucker, motherfucker
Put your middle finger up, motherfucker, motherfucker
Put your middle finger up, motherfucker, motherfucker
Put your middle finger up, motherfucker, motherfucker

Let me hear you say put your middle finger up, fuck you nigga
Put your middle finger up, fuck you nigga
Put your middle finger up, fuck you bitch
Put your middle finger up, fuck you bitch

Some, people run
(Yeah)
But, gangstas don't
(Yeah)
Know my hammer stay cocked
(Yeah)
If, you, leave you crippled
(Hey)

Some, people run
(Yeah)
But, gangstas don't
(Yeah)
Know my hammer stay cocked
(Yeah)
If, you, leave you crippled
(Hey)

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Big Head - Lyrics - Girl Interrupted - Ms. Jade

Title: Big Head
Album: Girl Interrupted
Artist: Ms. Jade
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Rhonesha S. Howerton, Maryann Malena, Chevon Young

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Lyric:
One time, freak freaky, uh, uhm
Two time, ah two, uh, uhm
Three time, uh uh, uh, uhm
Freaky, four times, freaky, Ms. Jade

Ain't no other girl, girl
Representin' for the whole world, world
Make it my duty
Try'n show off thinkin' they can move me

(Here we go again)
One time
(Never take me off my grind)
And I do it true true
Do me is my number one rule, rule

Look I'm grown, grown
Haters I'm leavin 'em long gone, gone
Got 'em with they
(Hands up high)

Twisted at the bar I'm feelin'
(All right)
Show 'em
(What they need to ride)
Dancin' 'til they feet hurtin'
(All night)

'Cause I stack cheese, cheese
I'm whatever it's gonna be, be
Uh and it's all to the good
Never been Hollywood 'cause I stand for the hood

It's a different
(Day now)
Watch how I'm makin' the game
(Break down)
See me doin' it it

I'm 'bout as good as it's gonna get, get
Uh, Philly chick get it down
If the flood is comin'
I promise I ain't gon' drown

Make the music
(Move you)
Timb's hittin' you crazy so you can
(Groove to)
Uh, Beat Club on the rise
And I got, got, got my eyes on the prize

Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor

(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)

You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this

We done did it now, now
Why don't you put your money on me now, now?
Make you feel free, free
You ain't even on the same league, league
From the sky to
(House parties)

Sippin' martinis under the
(Palm trees)
You can light it up, up
Sick ceiling leave niggas thugs, thugs
What's really goin' on, on
Partyin' to the break of dawn, dawn

Uh, switchin' lanes in the truck
And we know it's gonna catch up
But we still gettin' drunk, let's get
(Rooms for the night)
This a Timb trick so you
(Know it's tight)

Uh, stackin' the ching, ching
And it's obvious I'm gonna get a little vibrant thing
Tear the floor
(Up in the club)
Rappers with
(Chicks and the thugs)

Move, from the bottom to the top
Got ya self a gun and get prepared for the glock
Uh and its all to the love
Twist up your drink get your drink for your mugs
Uh and its all to the love
Twist up your drinks get your drinks for your buzz

Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor

(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)

You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this

Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor

(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)

You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this

Uh, break it down for me
Uh, break it down for me
Break it down for me, hu, heh

Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me groove like this

Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me groove like this

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Steal The Show - Lyrics - Laugh Now, Cry Later - Ice Cube

Title: Steal The Show
Album: Laugh Now, Cry Later
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Scott Spencer Storch, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Yeah
Steal the show baby

I'ma have to ride, the ride, the ride
Till I find a girl to slip inside
Ice Cube ain't never been shot
Ain't never got, got up in the parking lot

Nigga, Scott Storch will bang the instrumental
South Central here comes the presidential
Pull up jump out the low rider
A real lyricist nigga fuck a ghost rider

Dance baby I'm your provider
Yous a fly girl bitch I'ma spider
I'm on that ass like please leave me alone
A few drinks you like please follow me home

I just hope you ain't 5150
That's a crazy hoe even though she pretty
Ice Cube only one el loco
With the vol co put your ass in a chold hold

Stone cold, oh yeah fuck the Broncos
Raider down, everybody better lay it down
Think I'm P.G. you must got a squeegy
Are you crazy, down since eazy

Here, shoulders, knees and toes
Work that pussy across the flo'
Shake that body, steal the show
Ice Cube bitch I'm about to blow
(Let's go)

I'm about to do it like this here
Walk over spit game in this bitch ear
Let her know my name and I got it right here
Girl you know the game can I get a volunteer

I'm about to do it like this here
Walk over spit game in this bitch ear
Let her know my name and I got it right here
Plus a pound of weed do I got a volunteer

Goin' once goin' twice
A nigga nice when I turn off the lights
Tell your friends yo fuck they advice
'Cause some time them hoes act like dyke's

Cock blockers, pull out your mouth piece
Game over, we up in the range rover
Wake up in the morning with a hangover
Roll over do the whole damn thang over

I'ma roller, took her ass back where I drove her
And we still ain't sober
Motherfucker it still ain't hova
It's the super nova, niggas been doin' over

Ice Cube been rappin' since 84'
About the cocaine streets and the po' po'
Introduce you to my 6 4 low low
Yeah, the one the just pulled out the mo mo

Here, shoulders, knees and toes
Work that pussy across the flo'
Shake that body, steal the show
Ice Cube bitch I'm about to blow
(Let's go)

I'm about to do it like this here
Walk over spit game in this bitch ear
Let her know my name and I got it right here
Girl you know the game can I get a volunteer

Punks jump up to get beat down
Daddy home motherfucker put your feet down
Better jump up, y'all better clean up
'Cause I might done pull out this Nina

Put your cups up boy if you fucked up
And you got the baddest bitch up in the club
Put your cups up even if she ugly
And it look like the bitch play rugby

We could take me anywhere where the thugs be
When they see me motherfuckers wanna hug me
It's all love 'cuz, it's all love blood
It's all love when them niggas thrownin' up the dub

It's all love with the brown and they yellow man
'Cause a nigga got money like the jello man
Mo money, yo money, hoe money
Mama didn't raise no dummy learn from me

'Cause I could flip shit fast as bis quick
Mr. Butter worth take it for what its worth
I got them low lows flat like pancakes
Sippin' on syzzurp Fuck what ya hizzerd

Here, shoulders, knees and toes
Work that pussy across the flo'
Shake that body, steal the show
Ice Cube bitch I'm about to blow
(Come on)

I'm about to do it like this here
Walk over spit game in this bitch ear
Let her know my name and I got it right here
Girl you know the game can I get a volunteer

Steal the show baby
Steal the show baby

You know a lot of these bitches need an antibiotic
Moxacillin, Penicillin, something with a slin' in it
They, they, want a sugar daddy, they want a man on a fixed income
They want man that they can come over to the old mans house
And go in the back porch and get 30 or $40 every here and there
And get in they Honda and ride on off

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Positive Vibes - Lyrics - Rollin Stoned - Kottonmouth Kings

Title: Positive Vibes
Album: Rollin Stoned
Artist: Kottonmouth Kings
Composer(s): Brad Xavier, Timothy Mc Nutt, Michael M Kumagai, Dustin Miller, Doug Carrion

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Lyric:
We need some positive vibes for these rainy days
Let the sun come out keep push these clouds away
We need some positive vibes life?s for fun so go and play
Let the sunlight in, brighten up your day

Let the vibes blow like the ocean breeze
Mamma always told me there?d be days like these
Keep your head right, just do as you please
No never interfere with an evil man?s schemes
Keep your heart pure, conceive your own dreams
Respect your fellow man, the earth and the trees
The air that we breathe to the highest mountain peak
Bring truth from your soul to your mouth when you speak

No need to get loud, messin' with others
Stressin? your brother, it?s time to uncover
Time to choose another path you see
'Cause the road most traveled?s negativity
Put your fist down, fist down, throw your hands in the air
Respect yourself, be somebody who cares
Don?t let life get you down, don?t feel abused
Keep a positive view unto yourself be true

We need some positive vibes for these rainy days
Let the sun come out keep push these clouds away
We need some positive vibes life?s for fun so go and play
Let the sunlight in, brighten up your day
Everyday?s a new adventure you got to keep what you got
Livin? life in a studio bustin? rhymes in my socks
I got to keep my head up and always do what I feel
Avoidin' all the evil and just keeping it real

(I need some positive vibes)
All these situations I keep hearin? about
People dyin? in planes and buildings crumbling down
This world goes round for no apparent reason
People robbin' and theivin? just to feel good for the evening
(We need some positive vibes)
What happen' to everybody?s peace and love
Throw your drinks in the sky, raise your hands up above

Get your head out of the gutter and be respectful
We need some positive vibes for these rainy days so let it go
Don?t never get it twisted when I?m on this track
D Loc the kind kid that be kickin? it in the back
Of the class everyday I was high
Goin' to school in 95, easy that how we ride

We need some positive vibes for these rainy days
Let the sun come out keep push these clouds away
We need some positive vibes life?s for fun so go and play
Let the sunlight in, brighten up your day

It?s time to leave this rat race track down Babylon
Keep my head straight, keep my family movin' on
Find my own pace, create my own space
Detach my whole scene from this wicked rat race
These two faced friends, the snakes in the grass
Daddy always told me there?d be men like that
So watch your own back keep your eye on your stacks
Don?t ever write a check that that ass can?t cash

We need some positive vibes for these rainy days
Let the sun come out keep push these clouds away
We need some positive vibes life?s for fun so go and play
Let the sunlight in, brighten up your day

We need some positive vibes for these rainy days
(Keep on reaching for it, keep on hoping for it)
Let the sun come out keep push these clouds away
(What we need is, all we have is positive vibes)
We need some positive vibes life?s for fun so go and play
(What more can we say to you? What more can be said to you?)
Let the sunlight in, brighten up your day
(What we need is, all we have is positive vibes)

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Viva La White Girl - Lyrics - As Cruel as School Children - Gym Class Heroes

Title: Viva La White Girl
Album: As Cruel as School Children
Artist: Gym Class Heroes
Composer(s): Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo, Sam Hollander, Travis Mccoy, Matthew Mcginley, Dave Katz

Lyric:
Fame, fortune, platinum records
It's every boys dream

True story
Somebody asked me one time
Travie, you high, you look high
Shit yeah, I'm high [Incomprehensible]
Let's go

The world is yours, so play the role
Blow the dust off this record and put the needle down slow
Our veins are cold, but we'll never grow old

Let's have a toast and raise our drinks
No hearts on our sleeves, just eagles on our cuff links
It's such a rush to know you love me so much

We'll do whatever you want to
Girl, I'll make a movie star of you
You know that I could
If you let me be your Hollywood

We'll get high and hide
We are lovers to the glamorous
White girl so fine
Going up on the downtown line

We'll get high and hide
We are lovers to the glamorous
White girl so fine
Going up on the downtown line

Take your razor, break down my line
Put your nose to the speaker
Now breathe in

Clean up your nose and face the crowd
Then kiss your mirror 'cuz we're all stars now
Isn't it fun how music makes your lips numb

We'll do whatever you want to
Girl, I'll make a movie star of you
You know that I could
If you let me be your Hollywood

We'll get high and hide
We are lovers to the glamorous
White girl so fine
Going up on the downtown line

We'll get high and hide
We are lovers to the glamorous
White girl so fine
Going up on the downtown line

Take your razor, break down my line
Put your nose to the speaker
Now breathe in

We'll get high and hide
We are lovers to the glamorous
White girl so fine
Going up on the downtown line

We'll get high, and hide
We are lovers to the glamorous
White girl so fine
Going up on the downtown line

Breathe in
Breathe in
Breathe in
Breathe in

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4 My People (Basement Jaxx Remix) - Lyrics - Missy Elliott

Title: 4 My People (Basement Jaxx Remix)
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Melissa Elliott, Tim Mosley, Eve Jeffers, Nisan Stewart, Craig Brockman, D Nolan

Lyric:
Yo, this is for my motherfucking club heads
You feel me? Yeah

People, gangstas and pimps
And people smokin' that deeper reefer
Up in the club with speaker, I had some base and tweeters
DJ is jockin' needle, sweat 'til I catch a fever
Call me, 'The Illest Diva', yo, I'm on fire

People, go head and drink up
Get in the club, get fucked up
See me, you got get lucked up
Someone to touch your rubber

Show me some love, strip off your clothes
And take off your socks

The party's jumpin', I see something fine
Boy, I wanna kiss you but I'm just too shy
Let me dance with you, let me wear you out
Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out

The music's bangin' way down in my soul
When you dance behind me, I lose all control
Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist
When the music come on, you take my breath away

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

I'm at the bar now and I'm buying drinks
And I got this feeling and it's all over me
I wanna dance with you and lick your face
Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy

The vibe is right now and I'm 'bout to score
Mr. DJ, can you play this joint once more?
'Cause I see the man I want, I want him right away
I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down, get on down

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

Freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back
Baby, you the mack and you know that
Put the needle on the track
Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back

Oh, freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back
Baby, you the mack and you know that
Put the needle on the track
Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back

Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres
Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres
Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres
Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres

Can't stand when a nigga fuckin' up my plans
All night liquored up while I'm trynna dance
Drunk and his breath stink, freaky with his hands
Cocky with his mouth, please like he got a fan

Can't stand when a bitch all in my side
I don't even know her and she all up in my light
Givin' me the side eye like she wanna fight
Philly known for boxing, bitch, better get it right

Can't stand when a DJ fuckin' up the song
Know I'm tryin' to shake my ass all night long
Cuttin' up the same shit all night long
High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown

Can't stand when it ain't jumpin' like I want
Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt
I don't give a fuck, he ain't gon' take away my fun
See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down, down

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

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4 My People - Lyrics - Miss E ...So Addictive - Missy Elliott

Title: 4 My People
Album: Miss E ...So Addictive
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Melissa Elliott, Tim Mosley, Eve Jeffers, Nisan Stewart, Craig Brockman, D Nolan

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Lyric:
Yo, this is for my motherfucking club heads
You feel me? Yeah

People, gangstas and pimps
And people smokin' that deeper reefer
Up in the club with speaker, I had some base and tweeters
DJ is jockin' needle, sweat 'til I catch a fever
Call me, 'The Illest Diva', yo, I'm on fire

People, go head and drink up
Get in the club, get fucked up
See me, you got get lucked up
Someone to touch your rubber

Show me some love, strip off your clothes
And take off your socks

The party's jumpin', I see something fine
Boy, I wanna kiss you but I'm just too shy
Let me dance with you, let me wear you out
Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out

The music's bangin' way down in my soul
When you dance behind me, I lose all control
Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist
When the music come on, you take my breath away

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

I'm at the bar now and I'm buying drinks
And I got this feeling and it's all over me
I wanna dance with you and lick your face
Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy

The vibe is right now and I'm 'bout to score
Mr. DJ, can you play this joint once more?
'Cause I see the man I want, I want him right away
I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down, get on down

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

Freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back
Baby, you the mack and you know that
Put the needle on the track
Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back

Oh, freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back
Baby, you the mack and you know that
Put the needle on the track
Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back

Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres
Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres
Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres
Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres

Can't stand when a nigga fuckin' up my plans
All night liquored up while I'm trynna dance
Drunk and his breath stink, freaky with his hands
Cocky with his mouth, please like he got a fan

Can't stand when a bitch all in my side
I don't even know her and she all up in my light
Givin' me the side eye like she wanna fight
Philly known for boxing, bitch, better get it right

Can't stand when a DJ fuckin' up the song
Know I'm tryin' to shake my ass all night long
Cuttin' up the same shit all night long
High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown

Can't stand when it ain't jumpin' like I want
Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt
I don't give a fuck, he ain't gon' take away my fun
See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down, down

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

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Southern Takeover - Lyrics - The Sound of Revenge - Chamillionaire

Title: Southern Takeover
Album: The Sound of Revenge
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Nsilo Kharonde Reddick, Michael Santiago Render, Hakeem Seriki, Nicholas Sherwood, Micah Troy

Lyric:
The sound of revenge, tell 'em what it is Mayne
Welcome to the New World Order
Atlanta, Georgia Houston, Texas
The south is officially takin' over, he already know

Just look over your shoulder
Let me see who just showed up
It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Just look over your shoulder
Let me see who just showed up
It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

It's the mister fo fifth told 'em cookin' coke with baking soda
Dub roller, pro smoker, wood gripper, pistol whipper
Muck a nigga if he figure fuckin' with my figures
Makes him richer he should know instead or it'll make him better

Than a money fuckin' with my money
Get yo money stacked right outta Sunday school
On a bright and sunny Sunday this ain't funny
I ain't jokin' 'bout my coke and package come up shorter

Might kidnap yo wife and daughter bury them down deep in Georgia
No D.A's a fuckin' lawyer prosecutin' witnesses
We execute and start the shootin', start the lootin'
Start the violence, start a riot

Get this motherfucker crunker, crunk as you can get it
Pass that ho, I'm a hit it outta line, we gon' spit it
Spit it vivid, 'cause I live it you don't walk it, you just talk it
Pistol totin' and a loadin' that's how smokin' got this dope
And I ain't hopin', steady slangin' right on yo trappa block
Try your track, set up shop try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Just look over your shoulder
Let me see who just showed up
It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Just look over your shoulder
Let me see who just showed up
It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Hey, hey, hey this ain't about an image, this ain't about a gimmick
Pussys stand to the side now the game got a menace
I damn seen a city that I think is not the realest
We bummin' on his ass, we finishin' his sentence

I only got a minute, I feelin' about a digit
You lookin' at a nigga like I ain't about to get it
I'm lookin' at the money like I ain't about to finish
So you need to mind your business if you ain't about your business

I'm a H-Town soldier
I'm a come with the trunk up yeah I'm a gon' remind ya
If you ain't gettin' it you shoulda told ya father
Nigga Chamillionaire never show no problems

You don't want no problem
Get 'em knees shoulda let the fo fo remind 'em
Ya you tip on the ride 'em
I be ridin' fo fo's on the door beside 'em

6' 6" tall lookin' like he a center
10 tatoos lookin' like he a killa
Skinny ass niggas don't fight with a nigga
Pull out a billfold, put a price on a nigga

I have this camp fo put a knife in a nigga
From the car to his pocket then right in your liver
Was a big boy that put a slice in the middle
Ya head fast think you hold a mike with the killa

Don't mess with the south homie, that's a dream
Hallucinate or imagining so
Double XL with the gats I mean
Keep somethin' ready to blow in the magazine

And you know that southern cash is mean
Franklin's frown for me when I stash my cream
Pull up in candy paint that match my green
Killer, Pastor and Koopa are the master machine

Just look over your shoulder
Let me see who just showed up
It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Just look over your shoulder
Let me see who just showed up
It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Y'all know me, it's PT well I hunt and all of that
Black on black, with black tip, I can't help but represent
I'm not content, I want more who the fuck you take me for?
Studio rappers not the fortay, drop my top and bust my AK

No more play, N G A yeah, that's a classic
Ridin' in the classic tote a mill and I blast 'em
Send 'em to the casket, send 'em to the morgue
Slap me a nigga 'cause I'm motherfuckin' bored

Chamillionaire, I camoflouge in my surrounding
Get my desert E's and get to motherfuckin' poundin'
Up and down the streets throwin' heat, out the driver's seat
Ridin' to the beat tell them nigga just lay weak

Just look over your shoulder
Let me see who just showed up
It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

Just look over your shoulder
Let me see who just showed up
It's the southern takeover, it's over, you betta tell 'em
I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop

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Consuming Impulse - Lyrics - Exhumed

Title: Consuming Impulse
Artist: Exhumed
Composer(s): Michael Robert Beams, Matthew David Harvey

Lyric:
Your dry throat creaks without a saliva to sputter
As your pulpy dehydrated tongue soundlessly threshes
Days without sustenance spent shackled and fettered
Emaciated torso aches for the warm taste of flesh

I will make a meal of you, your hunger I'll sate
Saw off your leg at the knee to put on your dinner plate
Try not to wince at the pain that you feel
As I mince up your calf to prepare your next meal

Cauterize the gargled wound to stave off the hemorrhage
You should savor the thought of your repast
Choke down this bitter meal in spite of your revulsion
Though how long can your source of food last?

Keeping yourself alive as you're force-fed your own flesh
If you don't eat up, you're truly dead meat
Legs turned to stumps, bloody drinks gargled in clumps
In this case you really are what you eat

Autophagous gluttony
Culinary pathology, dietary butchery
Consuming impulse
Ingest your corpse to be

Quadriplegic you feed as your dinner is served
Waste not ; want not, though there's not much to conserve
Severed and severely served upon a platter of splatter
After a while the source of the sustenance barely even matters

Now a half-eaten torso gorged to the glut
Piece by piece you are fed the chicest cuts
As the dinner-bell rings your bloody chops are feverishly licked
At the sight of your own roasted fat turned and browned on a spit

Your own meat in your mouth tastes bitter and internecine
Noxious and moist, you get a taste of your own medicine
Gnashing, pieces of your limbs with delight
Digesting your death with each grotesque bloody bite

What's eating you? The question seems to moot
Scraping chunks of your feet out of your blood-soaked sopping boot
Bash open bones picked clean to suckle at the marrow
As your culinary milieu of options inexorably narrows

Autophagous gluttony
Culinary pathology, dietary butchery
Consuming impulse
Ingest your corpse to be

Feeding time comes again, the thorax falls victim to this slaughter
Blood, pus and sebum replace wine, whiskey and water
Sometimes survival will cost you an arm and a leg
Your spittle running, red with bits of reeking bloody dregs

Masticate your own genitals, choke on your bludgeoned testicles
With a hunger that will not be denied
The sweetest of meats is your soft, fatty teats
That I'll be stuffing your face with tonight

Puking up your own skin, just to devour it again
Is a treat you'll save for dessert
Fresh meat for your lunch, fibula cracked, drained and crunched
As your overstuffed gullet gasps and blurts

Your crudely resected anatomy is a wretched grisly sight
But your stumps once arms just whet your appetite
Nibbling at the sinews of your bloody forearms and wrists ravenously
Devouring your shredded survival in fleshly chunks and meaty bits

Eviscerate yourself to gnaw at your own intestines
Bones from severed fingers facilitate this haphazard self-dissection
Clutch at grume inside your bowels with half-eaten grubby stumps
Pulling out the repugnant meal in grotesque tumescent clumps

Remaining fingers prying off your succulent gouged out gums
Gnaw at your stringy cheek lining and masticate your insatiable tongue
But the pieces you ingest in carnivorous abandon
Fall out of the gaping that you have torn in your intestines

Gnash the meat from your avulsed face in a frenzied rush
No genitals, no feet, no legs, no appendage left uncrushed
Half-eaten tongue oozes spittle down your face, your hunger
Undiminished, only when your partially devoured innards
Prolapse will this meal at last be finished

Autophagous gluttony
Culinary pathology, dietary butchery
Consuming impulse
Excrete your corpse to be

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Rules Of The Game - Lyrics - Instructions - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Rules Of The Game
Album: Instructions
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Albert Lee Jr Harris

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Lyric:
Yo, yo, see around here
How many things can make y'all bounce
You know wha I'm sayin'?
Left to right, right to left, it's So So Def
An' yo, let it go

Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees
Number three, come down with your strap-on, strap-on
Niggas love to hate, so get your cap on, cap on

One for my niggas, ain't none for hoes
Free drinks for my niggas stayin' crunk, throwin' bows
It's ya boy' Manish Man in this bitch
Niggas love to hate, hoes jock 'cause I'm gettin' rich

Keep my mind on my fetti just to let you know
Strapped with rocks, [Incomprehensible] an' cameras in my black fo'-fo'
On the east-side, nigga, tryin' to get me some paper
Lythonia, Stone Mountain, all over Decatur

These hoes be lovin' the player, chasin', callin' me 'Baby'
But fuck that, I rather trot, these hoes are too damn shady
Look, I don't need a bitch, I'm ridin' down for me
An' fuck a gang of niggas, see, I'm a soldier G

An' ain't another nigga who got more got game than me
You need to check yo' shit because it's lame to me
Since '91 been payin' the cost to be the boss
Got no time to floss because the game's throwed off

Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees
Number three, come down with your strap-on, strap-on
Niggas love to hate, so get your cap on, cap on

Number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees
Number three, don't forget to put ya strap on ya side
Nigga, who ride, who ride? South side, South side

If anybody know 'bout paper chasin', it's me
Playboy J to the, E N D
Steady showin' niggas how we do it down south
Steady ridin' shit that ain't even came out

In the club, VIP is where you find me at
Private planes, ice chains, I don't know how to act
Every city got me somethin' pretty, keep 'em on they back
If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that

If it's my shit off the top, you can tell
Cranberry, pineapple, four bottles of Bale
Cats that play sports, rap fresh from jail
Hoes in packs, screamin' out, ?ATL?

See, I'm the type of nigga that was built for cash
Drive me an' droppin', puttin' down a smash
Knowin' nothin' in life but how to make these hits
Get paper, spit game in, pull me a bitch

Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees
Number three, come down with your strap-on, strap-on
Niggas love to hate, so get your cap on, cap on

Number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees
Number three, don't forget to put the strap on ya side
Nigga, who ride, who ride? East side, East side

Fuck these hoes, fuck these snitches
Down south niggas, chop twenty-inches
Fuck these snitches an' fuck these hoes
Four TV screen's, big Chevy, four doors

Niggas best believe I'mma represent
Hardcore niggas gettin' dead presidents
Where the real niggas went? I'mma let you know
Lay back with the strap an' they ain't found no mo'

These lil' niggas trippin', all that hollarin', screamin'
I know yo' momma saw dick, she should've swallowed that semen
Now I'm drivin' through your block, red hot like a demon
Cock it back, all you see is the beam from my demon

And it ain't no ping ping nigga, black eye, black eye
No respect for the game, you better watch out, watch out
Got this shit on lock an' now you locked out, locked out
All that hate on a playa gon' get you knocked out, knocked out

Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees
Number three, come down with your strap-on, strap-on
Niggas love to hate, so get your cap on, cap on

Number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees
Number three, don't forget to put the strap on ya side
Nigga, who ride, who ride? East side, East side

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This Is For My People - Lyrics - Funeral - Missy Elliott

Title: This Is For My People
Album: Funeral
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Melissa Elliott, Tim Mosley, Eve Jeffers, Nisan Stewart, Craig Brockman, D Nolan

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Lyric:
Uh, yo
This is for my motherfucking club heads, you feel me?

People, gangsters, and pimps and people
Smokin' that lethal reefer up in the club with speakers
I had some base and tweeters DJ is jockin' needle
Sweat till I catch a fever call me the illest diva

Yo I'm on fire, people go head and drink up
Get in the club get fucked up, see me you got get lucked up
Someone to touch your rubber
Show me some love, strip off your clothes, and take off your socks

The party's jumpin', I see something fine
Boy I wanna kiss you, but I'm just too shy
Let me dance with you, let me wear you out
Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out

The music's bangin', way down in my soul
When you dance behind me, I lose all control
Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist
When the music comes on, you take my breath away

This is 4 my people, my party people
This is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

This is 4 my people, my party people
This is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

I'm at the bar now, and I'm buying drinks
And I got this feeling, and it's all over me
I wanna dance with you, and lick your face
Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy

The vibe is right now, and I'm 'bout to score
Mr. DJ can you, play this joint once more
'Cuz I see the man I want, I want him right away
I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down, get on down

This is 4 my people, my party people
This is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

Freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back
Baby you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle on the track skip that, flip that, bring the beat back

Oh freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back
Baby you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle on the track, skip that, flip that, bring the beat back

Uno dos tres
Uno dos tres
Uno dos tres
Uno dos tres

Can't stand when a nigga fuckin' up my plans
All night liquored up while I'm tryin' to dance
Drunk, and his breath stink, freaky with his hands
Cocky with his mouth please like he got a fan

Can't stand when a bitch all in my side
I don't even know her and she all up in my light
Givin' me the side eye like she wanna fight
Philly known for boxing bitch better get it right

Can't stand when a DJ fuckin' up the song
Know I'm tryin' to shake my ass all night long
Cuttin' up the same shit all night long
High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown

Can't stand when it ain't jumpin' like I want
Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt
I don't give a fuck he ain't gon' take away my fun
See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run, uh

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, going down

This is 4 my people, my party people
This is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, going down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down

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Lick Shots - Lyrics - Miss E ...So Addictive - Missy Elliott

Title: Lick Shots
Album: Miss E ...So Addictive
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott

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Lyric:
Ugh, ay yo Timberland, see what they don't understand
Is we about to flip our whole style on 'em for two double zero one, one
And for those of you who hated, you only made us more creative
Misdemeanor ugh

You don't wanna speak my name
Mess around get that ass blown away
Fool gone away
I didn't even like your tail anyway
Missy got somethin' to say
I ride down the block in an escalade
Bling, bling all in your face
I think you might need to put on your shades

I know you feel me tho
You hatin' on me, but you hear me tho
Twenty inch rims sittin' crazy low
I'm a keep the party live
Me and Timberland gonna flip it tonight
Keep yo hands in the sky
Wave 'em round like your crazy high

Time to lick shots, time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'
Time to lick shots, time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'

You know who I be
You mammy tell you not to fuck wit me
If I give you head, you'll never leave
Stop sweatin' me
Flip it on the black hand side
Look it here boy, don't you even try it
Make me dislocate your spine
My rings put your shine like turpentine

What you comin' around hang out fo?
Baby him know, you just want my dough
Get cha black ass on the flo
Fool touch me, that's a no no
Mr. DJ won't you play that song
Tell the freaks shake they nasty thongs
Hey boys won't you sing along
'Cause we gone rock the party til' the early morn

Time to lick shots, time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'
Time to lick shots, time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'

Y'all don't hear me
Hot
You got your guns but you don't scare me
Originality is leary, my only style and I ain't sharin'
Back up, back up, easy now
Hey Y'all
Hot

Let's turn it up and tear the club down
Grab your drinks and give me two rounds
I'll break you off I'm goin' down down
Watch yourself, I'm about to turn it up

Time to lick shots, time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'
Time to lick shots, time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'

Listen, listen
Time to lick shots, time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'
Time to lick shots, time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'

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Make It Funky - Lyrics - Songs About Girls - Will I Am

Title: Make It Funky
Album: Songs About Girls
Artist: Will I Am
Composer(s): William Adams

Lyric:
Make it funky for me
Make it funky for me
Make it funky for me, DJ

Make it funky for me
Make it funky for me
Make it funky for me, DJ
She said, she said she

Move it in, check it out
Move it in, check it out
Move it

It's the funk that make you jump
Sexy honeys shake they hump
Got them dummies spendin' money
Just to get up in your junk

Buy you drinks up at the bar
Fill you up with alcohol
Rendezvous you, try to do you
Even walk you to your car

You don't want what's goin' down
You freak them to the sound
The bass was steady poundin'
You dropped it to the ground

Hypnotized by the DJ
When he select the beat
Steady rockin on a weekday
Heavy on repeat

So put 'em up, put 'em up
Drop it down to the ground
Back it up, back it up
Somebody ask the DJ

Can you make it funky for me?
Can you make it funky for me?
Can you make it funky for me?
Can you make it, DJ?

Can you make it funky for me?
Can you make it funky for me?
Can you make it funky for me?
Gotta ask the DJ

I make it funky for ya
I make ya feel alright
I make it funky for ya
I make ya feel al

Reach for somethin' really high
Go ahead and touch the sky
Ain't no limit when you in it
Live it up 'cause it's your life

Any minute we gon' spend it
Like the shit never gets spun
Oh yeah, this shit just begun
And we came to have fun

Put away your guns
Ladies keep shakin' your buns
Some body grab some body
Party 'til the sun come up

And we ain't stoppin'
I don't care if 20 cops come in
Let 'em keep knockin' and knockin'
We keep on rockin'

So put 'em up, put 'em up
Drop it down to the ground
Make it hot, make it hot
Somebody ask the DJ

Can you make it funky for me?
Can you make it funky for me?
Can you make it funky for me?
Can you make it DJ?

Can you make it funky for me?
Can you make it funky for me?
Can you make it funky for me?
[Incomprehensible] DJ

I make it funky for ya
I make ya feel alright
I make it funky for ya
I make ya feel alright

I make it funky for ya
I make ya feel alright
I make it funky for ya
I make ya feel al

You like the beat? Yeah
You like the beat? Yeah
You like the beat? Yeah
You like the beat? Oh

Go 'head girl rock it to the beat
Go 'head girl rock it to the beat

Yo, you like the track? Yeah
You like the track? Yeah
You like the track? Yeah
You like the track? Oh

Go 'head girl shake it like that
Go 'head girl shake it like that

You like the sound? Yeah
You like the sound? Yeah
You like the sound? Yeah
You like the sound? Oh

Go 'head girl move it all around
Go 'head girl move it all around, yes

Go 'head girl rock your body
Go 'head girl rock your body
Go 'head boy rock my body
Go 'head boy rock my body

Go 'head girl rock your body
Go 'head girl rock your body
Go 'head boy rock my body
Go 'head boy rock my body

Go 'head girl rock your body
Go 'head girl rock your body
Go 'head boy rock my body
Go 'head boy rock my body

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Oye - Lyrics - Pitbull

Title: Oye
Artist: Pitbull
Composer(s): Hugo Andres Diaz, Luis Alejandro Diaz, Armando Perez, Enrique Mar Trujillo

Lyric:
¿Oye, que vuelta come pinga? Uh, uh, uh
Hey true, bang it up for the track
We gon' take it to the top and that's the truth
Truth hurts, ha, ha

Oye, if you broke but you still pimpin'
Drinkin', smokin', then say
Oye, oye
If you ballin' buyin' bottles, then say

Oye mami
If you pimp in your steps
And your ass is fat, then say
(Oye papi)

If you willin' to fight then we fuckin' tonight
Then say oye, oye
(Oye)
Oye, oye, oye

Ahora que si, all the mamis
Pull your thongs up and party with me
On the count of three
Everybody claim where you're from
One, two, three

The Bottom, that's where I'm from
That's where I reside
That's what I represent till I die
Tuck your chains in, put your drinks down

And your sex up and get wild for the night
Pit Bull rock stikes move like a Lex truck
Mami you got the next stunt
(Alright)

Piccalo in the V.I.P.
Whip, four fingers in the air hollerin' for life
I'm the chico that'll put it down for his people
Get my hands on any and everything
But I always keep my hands clean
'Cause Miami's full of dirty money and dirty things

Oye, if you broke but you still pimpin'
Drinkin', smokin', then say
Oye, oye
If you ballin' buyin' bottles, then say

Oye mami
If you pimp in your steps
And your ass is fat, then say
(Oye papi)

If you willin' to fight then we fuckin' tonight
Then say oye, oye
(Oye)
Oye, oye, oye

Mami look good from far but when she got close
She was far from good and I was like off
I got the vodka, Cubo's got the cranberry juice
Now it's time to get lose

Esto aqui es para los marimberos
Que tienen más cadena que cuello
Con dinero y una panza que parece
Que se comieron el lechón entero

I see mami who messes with nothin'
But big tymers who loves to get her roll on
(Roll on)
Askin' me if I could get my hands on some vitamin E
And I was like mami hold on

But she must've loved Pac
Cause she was grabbin' me, tellin' me
"Papi picture me rollin"
So I pictured it and it would've been
A sight for the blind to see
So I gave it to her for free

Oye, if you broke but you still pimpin'
Drinkin', smokin', then say
Oye, oye
If you ballin' buyin' bottles, then say

Oye mami
If you pimp in your steps
And your ass is fat, then say
(Oye papi)

If you willin' to fight then we fuckin' tonight
Then say oye, oye
(Oye)
Oye, oye, oye

Verse three, I said it once and I'll say it again
I want all y'all to eat but first me
Get it? Got it? Good, it's good that you got it
'Cause I got no time to be misunderstood

I don't know if it's the liquor that's got me lit
But damn, mami's thicker than thick
If you like coke roll a dollar, snort it up
If you like weed then you know the routine

Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke that shit
Puff puff then pass that shit
Mami, mami, shake ya ass but watch yourself

'Cause messin' with me, you might end up in a movie
Literally watchin' yourself, ha
Starrin' yo boo, in the hit movie called Amtrack
Cho-cho

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