Put Your Hands On Me - Lyrics - Introducing Joss Stone - Joss Stone

Title: Put Your Hands On Me
Album: Introducing Joss Stone
Artist: Joss Stone
Composer(s): Joss Stone, Raphael Saadiq

Lyric:
One two three

I guess I'm picky with love
Well, baby I give it up it's you I choose
And don't keep me waiting
This girl's got things she needs to do

Oh, if I was blind, you'd help me see
If I lost my mind, you'd find it for me
Speak on it babe, tell me what do you need
Because all I need is for you to love me baby

Put your hands on me baby
Put your hands on me baby
You got me flipping
Put your hands on me baby
Put your hands on me baby, ooh

I can't stop my mind from thinking of you
How am I supposed to function
Got me feelin' for your lips on my kiss
All night, never want no other lover
Baby, I'm hungry, I want and I need
Bring me your sugar and pour it all over me, baby

Put your hands on me baby
Put your hands on me baby
You got me flipping
Put your hands on me baby
Put your hands on me baby
One touch I'm trippin'

Up till now my eyes could see
Touch me once and it's all hazy
I don't know why and I don't know how
But somehow, some way you got me

I can't explain, can't comprehend
The world could reach its very end and all I focus on is him
The way he moves, he found his groove
There's nothing left to do but tell the world the truth
'Cause there's no way out
I love him, I feel him, ooh I'm lovin' those hands

Put your hands on me baby
Put your hands on me baby
You got me flipping, ooh, one more time
Put your hands on me baby

Put your hands on me baby
One taste I'm trippin'
Just kiss me baby, tell me you're mine
Put your hands on me baby

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Fright Night - Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

Title: Fright Night
Artist: Ruff Ryders
Composer(s): Sean M. Lassiter, Barry A. Reese, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Attention please, attention please
Can I have everybody's attention please
So humorous, we laugh at all y'all
The alliance has now been officially formed
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby
It's another head banger

Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks
I be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak
Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here

Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches
Me and Busta keep it tight like liposuction
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'
'Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches

You got that whodie, I'll cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it
Stop that shorty, I know you love me
Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money

Plus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors
Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up
Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the charts
Now put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, oh

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode represent
For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
And we gonna be here to present

Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet
Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat

And make you bounce how poncho will play the Congo
And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
From New York to Colorado, so just follow
I'm living for today and livin' tomorrow

Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow
Blow you through the chest with a hollow
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right in front the impalo
Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits
S W I two Z's bang out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks

Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin', nigga your life ain't important
Your camp hotter than ours, the fuck y'all snortin'

My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans
Yo Swizz, I heard you stole, whoa, listen man
Mindin' my business will make you a missin' man

See the wrist and hand, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and just wild in here

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

New York, they ain't ready for it
A T L, they ain't ready for it
Oh, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it
Whoa, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it

My ladies
Millennium
Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that

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Fright Night - Lyrics - Ryde Or Die: Vol.2 - Dmx

Title: Fright Night
Album: Ryde Or Die: Vol.2
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Sean M. Lassiter, Barry A. Reese, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Attention please, attention please
Can I have everybody's attention please
So humorous, we laugh at all y'all
The alliance has now been officially formed
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby
It's another head banger

Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks
I be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak
Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here

Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches
Me and Busta keep it tight like liposuction
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'
'Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches

You got that whodie, I'll cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it
Stop that shorty, I know you love me
Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money

Plus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors
Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up
Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the charts
Now put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, oh

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode represent
For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
And we gonna be here to present

Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet
Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat

And make you bounce how poncho will play the Congo
And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
From New York to Colorado, so just follow
I'm living for today and livin' tomorrow

Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow
Blow you through the chest with a hollow
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right in front the impalo
Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits
S W I two Z's bang out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks

Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin', nigga your life ain't important
Your camp hotter than ours, the fuck y'all snortin'

My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans
Yo Swizz, I heard you stole, whoa, listen man
Mindin' my business will make you a missin' man

See the wrist and hand, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and just wild in here

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

New York, they ain't ready for it
A T L, they ain't ready for it
Oh, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it
Whoa, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it

My ladies
Millennium
Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that

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White Heat - Lyrics - True Blue - Madonna

Title: White Heat
Album: True Blue
Artist: Madonna
Composer(s): Madonna Susan Leonard, Patrick Raymond Leonard

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Lyric:
A copper
How do ya like that boys? A copper
And we went for it, I went for it
Treated him like a kid brother

And I was gonna split
Fifty-fifty with a copper
They were there waitin'
To pin a medal on him

Come on get up
Get your hands up
Yeah, that's it, a nice gold
Medal for the copper

Only maybe he's gonna
Get it sooner
Than he thinks

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

You think you can have
My love for free
Well, I've got news for you
That's not the way it's gonna be

So don't come hangin'
'Round my door
If you're not ready to give
You're not gonna get much more

I don't want to live out your fantasy
Love's not that easy
This time you're gonna
Gonna have to play my way
Come on, make my day

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Can you feel the rhythm
Of my mind?
Boy, I've got so much to give
But I don't want to waste my time

I can't let my heart
Put on a show
'Til you surrender baby
You've got to let it go

I don't want to live out your fantasy
Love's not that easy
This time you're gonna
Gonna have to play my way
Come on, make my day

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Drop your weapons
You'd better come clean
I've got you covered
I'll catch you when you fall to me

I'm not gonna hurt you
'Cause I'm not that kind
We're not goin' nowhere
'Til you have a change of mind

You haven't got a chance
Come out with your hands up
Come out with your hands up
The man says

How do ya like that, ma? Heh
Here's my answer, you dirty

I don't want to live out your fantasy
Love's not that easy
This time you're gonna
Gonna have to play my way
Come on, make my day

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
(Come on baby make my day)
'Cause my love is dangerous
(Gonna have to play my way)

Get up, stand tall
(Put your back up against the wall)
'Cause my love is dangerous
(This is a bust)

Get up, get up, get up, get up
(Stand tall)
'Cause my love is dangerous
(This is a bust)

I'm so good for you, baby, here I come
I'm gonna get to you before the day is done
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
(Come on baby make my day)
'Cause my love is dangerous
(Gonna have to play my way)

Get up, stand tall

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White Heat (Lp Version) - Lyrics - Who's That Girl - Madonna

Title: White Heat (Lp Version)
Album: Who's That Girl
Artist: Madonna
Composer(s): Madonna Susan Leonard, Patrick Raymond Leonard

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Lyric:
A copper
How do ya like that boys? A copper
And we went for it, I went for it
Treated him like a kid brother

And I was gonna split
Fifty-fifty with a copper
They were there waitin'
To pin a medal on him

Come on get up
Get your hands up
Yeah, that's it, a nice gold
Medal for the copper

Only maybe he's gonna
Get it sooner
Than he thinks

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

You think you can have
My love for free
Well, I've got news for you
That's not the way it's gonna be

So don't come hangin'
'Round my door
If you're not ready to give
You're not gonna get much more

I don't want to live out your fantasy
Love's not that easy
This time you're gonna
Gonna have to play my way
Come on, make my day

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Can you feel the rhythm
Of my mind?
Boy, I've got so much to give
But I don't want to waste my time

I can't let my heart
Put on a show
'Til you surrender baby
You've got to let it go

I don't want to live out your fantasy
Love's not that easy
This time you're gonna
Gonna have to play my way
Come on, make my day

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Drop your weapons
You'd better come clean
I've got you covered
I'll catch you when you fall to me

I'm not gonna hurt you
'Cause I'm not that kind
We're not goin' nowhere
'Til you have a change of mind

You haven't got a chance
Come out with your hands up
Come out with your hands up
The man says

How do ya like that, ma? Heh
Here's my answer, you dirty

I don't want to live out your fantasy
Love's not that easy
This time you're gonna
Gonna have to play my way
Come on, make my day

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
(Come on baby make my day)
'Cause my love is dangerous
(Gonna have to play my way)

Get up, stand tall
(Put your back up against the wall)
'Cause my love is dangerous
(This is a bust)

Get up, get up, get up, get up
(Stand tall)
'Cause my love is dangerous
(This is a bust)

I'm so good for you, baby, here I come
I'm gonna get to you before the day is done
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
(Come on baby make my day)
'Cause my love is dangerous
(Gonna have to play my way)

Get up, stand tall

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Hands On Me - Lyrics - Heroes & Thieves - Vanessa Carlton

Title: Hands On Me
Album: Heroes & Thieves
Artist: Vanessa Carlton
Composer(s): Stephan Jenkins, Vanessa Carlton

Lyric:
Two, three

I first saw you at the video exchange
I know my heart and it will never change
This temp work would be all right if you call me
You call me

I lie awake at night for you and I pray
We cross the deepest oceans, cargo across the sea
And if you don't believe me just put your hands on me
And all the constellations shine down for us to see
And if you don't believe me just put your hands on me

The subway radiates with heat
We've barely met and still I cross the street to your door

I lie awake at night, for you I pray
We cross the deepest oceans, cargo across the sea
And if you don't believe me just put your hands on me
And all the constellations shine down for us to see
And if you don't believe me just put your hands on me

Someday when our stories are told
They'll tell of a love like this
When our descendants are all growing old
A 1000 years we'll be singing
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

We climb Tibetan mountains where we can barely breathe
I see the Dalai Lama, I feel him blessing me
And all the constellations shine down for us to see
And if you don't believe me just put your hands on me
(Hands on me, hands on me, hands on me, hands on me)

I first saw you at the video exchange

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Boyhunter - Lyrics - Sound Soldier - Skye Sweetnam

Title: Boyhunter
Album: Sound Soldier
Artist: Skye Sweetnam
Composer(s): Lauren Christy, Scott Spock, Skye Sweetnam, Graham Edwards

Lyric:
Get on your knees, hands up, get em' up
Get on your knees, hands up, stick em' up
Get on your knees, hands up, get em' up
Get on your knees, hands up, stick em' up

Damn, I didn't do it, no, I never did it
No, I swear it's an accident
My weekend hobby, yeah, no one stop me
Was out in my truck at night and I said

Get on your knees, hands up, boys
I just love sayin' that, I'll say it again
Get on your knees, hands up, boys
That's right, that's right

Was only aiming, was only pointing
But I was only looking, looking
?Cause I'm a boyhunter, a boyhunter, a boyhunter
I need a boy tonight

Get on your knees, hands up, boys
I just love sayin' that, I'll say it again
Get on your knees, hands up, boys
That's right, that's right

Good looking, good looking
Mad shocking, mad shocking
Hard rocking, hip hoppin'
Boy, tonight, get ?em up

I couldn't help it, just couldn't stop it
Guess something must've come over me
My midnight joyride caught you in headlights
I had to take you home with me and I said

Get on your knees, hands up, boys
I just love sayin' that, I'll say it again
Get on your knees, hands up, boys
That's right, that's right

Was only watchin', was only wonderin'
Yes, I was only looking, looking
?Cause I'm a boyhunter, a boyhunter, a boyhunter
I need a boy tonight

Get on your knees, hands up, boys
I just love sayin' that, I'll say it again
Get on your knees, hands up, boys
That's right, that's right

Get on your knees, hands up, get em' up
Get on your knees, hands up, stick em' up
Get on your knees, hands up, get em' up
Get on your knees, hands up, stick em' up

Sing, diddy, diddy, baby, don't act dumb
Get on your knees, put your hands up when I come
Skye and I, seeking you out for your tongue
You try to run and I hunt you down but I?m okay

Hey, I look so good
Try to hide from us, boy, I wish you would
Hop in my ride, take you far in the woods
And let you bury your bone like a big dog should

Get on your knees, hands up, boys
I just love sayin' that, don't make me say it again
?Cause I'm in it to win, I'm just dissin? my aim
Hunt you down, turn you into a man

Was only aiming, was only pointing
But I was only looking, looking
?Cause I'm a boyhunter, a boyhunter, a boyhunter
I need a boy tonight

Get on your knees, hands up, boys
I just love sayin' that, I'll say it again
Get on your knees, hands up, boys
That's right, that's right

This is a stick up
Put your hands up
I?m coming in your town
Gonna bust it down

Get on your knees, hands up, boys
I just love sayin' that, I'll say it again
Get on your knees, hands up, boys
Hunt you down

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Get Mine, Get Yours - Lyrics - Stripped - Christina Aguilera

Title: Get Mine, Get Yours
Album: Stripped
Artist: Christina Aguilera
Composer(s): Balewa Muhammad, Christina Aguilera, Steve Morales, David Siegel

Lyric:
Baby, you pretend that things
Ain't what they seem
All this tension tellin' me
Just exactly what we should be

Now I don't mind us bein'
Some kinda casual thing
Listen all I want to do for now
Is have you come and take all of me

Can you put your hands on my waistline?
Want your skin up against mine
Move my hips to the baseline
Let me get mine, you get yours

Hang a "Please don't disturb" sign
Put my back into a slow grind
Sending chills up and down my spine
Let me get mine' you get yours

If you see me with a man
Understand that you can't question me
The feeling's that you caught
Ain't my fault, can't help your jealousy

If you can handle the fact
That what we have has get to be commitment free
Then we can keep this undercover lovin'
Comin' hidden underneath the sheets

Can you put your hands on my waistline?
Want your skin up against mine
Move my hips to the baseline
Let me get mine, you get yours

Hang a "Please don't disturb" sign
Put my back into a slow grind
Sending chills up and down my spine
Let me get mine, you get yours

Come on and freak my body we can get nasty, naughty
All night a private party gotta hit that spot just right
Work me like a 9 to 5

It ain't about the kissin' and huggin' 'cause this is a physical lovin'
Straight sweatin', our bodies are rubbin' gotta hit that spot just right
Work me like a 9 to 5

We have a physical thing we make love, but don't fall in love
Let me get mine you get yours
We spend time just enough so you get yours and I get mine
No strings attached, I want your body not your heart

Put your hands on my waistline
Want your skin up against mine
Move my hips to the baseline
Let me get mine, you get yours

Hang a "Please don't disturb" sign
Put my back into a slow grind
Sending chills up and down my spine
Let me get mine, you get yours

Put your hands on my waistline
Want your skin up against mine
Move my hips to the baseline
Let me get mine, you get yours

Hang a "Please don't disturb" sign
Put my back into a slow grind
Sending chills up and down my spine
Let me get mine, you get yours

Come here, don't be shy, I won't bite
Let me get mine, you get yours

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Falling In Love - Lyrics - Crashings - Falling Up

Title: Falling In Love
Album: Crashings
Artist: Falling Up
Composer(s): Thomas Charles Jr Cox, Jeremy David Miller, Jessy Calvin Ribordy, Joshua Mark Shroy

Lyric:
You are my one true love
You are the voice that is so sweet
In everything I do, you bring the best out of me
You are my wings to fly
You are the wind beneath them
I miss you every night, when I close my eyes

You put your feelings down
You stopped your tears you brought me love
You held on to my heart
You held with hope to have me near
Sometimes I close my eyes
Sometimes I let my hunger rise
I think of all you are, you are the love of my life

All of my dreams and my passions
Are in your hands
All of my dreams and my passions
Are in your hands
All of my dreams and my passions
Are in your hands

You reached me in my need
Your rhythm flows under my skin
I need you desperately
A sweet healing that will begin
You are my one true love
You are the voice that is so sweet
In everything I do, you bring the best out of me

My everything is you
The very motions that I move
And everything with richness
The richness of the peace you bring

All of my dreams and my passions
Are in your hands
All of my dreams and my passions
Are in your hands
All of my dreams and my passions

Always, always you are with me
Always, always you are with me
Always, always you are with me
Always, always you are with me

All of my dreams and my passions
Are in your hands
All of my dreams and my passions
Are in your hands
All of my dreams and my passions
Are in your hands

Love of my life, love of my life
Love of my life, love of my life
Love of my life

He comes to find you on your knees
He comes to find you on your knees
He comes to find you on your knees
...

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I Beat You To It - Lyrics - B2k

Title: I Beat You To It
Artist: B2k
Composer(s): Dreux Frederic, T Oliver, Omari Grandberry, J Houston, J Jones, D Thornton, K Kessee, Marques Houston

Lyric:
Yeah, yo
You kno' what I'm sayin'
A lot of people heard the last album
And really didn't understand
What B2K wuss all about
But I'm a tell y'all
We ain't had no songs
That wuss jus? gansta on our album
This right here
Is about to be gansta
You sure?
You kno' what I'm sayin' "Boog"?
Alright let's see
Check it out

Hot spots
I bang like little rock
Step up in the club
And watch the beat stop

Hey shorty, can you do that dance in my drop
Pop that and make that booty clap like flip flops
Like the Flintstones
We can make the bed rock

Yes this little boy got a house on the hill
Call me Montell, I got so many hot wheels
Now you know what I'm 'bout
Let's turn this party out, alright

Everybody put your hands up if you feel me
All the ladies come party with me
Fellas grab your girl
And let's turn this party out

Everybody put your hands up if you feel me
All the ladies come party with me
Fellas grab your girl
And let's turn this party out

So much sex appeal
Girl that thing can't be real
Baby tell me what's the deal
All I wanna know is can we chill

You far from average
Love your bad habits
The way that thing move
You making me want to grab it

Lets leave right now
Lets stop playing around
There's a lot I want to do for you
How that sound

Your's a cute
Scarf over your doobe
The way that gucci
Look good on your booty

What's really good
Can I floss you in my hood
Tell you things
That make you knock on wood

So make it happen
If you want to handle it
Tonight, I'm a good man
But tomorrow, I'm scandals

So grab your coat
Let's make a exit
And if your mom is home
Girl we hittin' da Lexus

Everybody put your hands up if you feel me
All the ladies come party with me
Fellas grab your girl
And let's turn this party out

Everybody put your hands up if you feel me
All the ladies come party with me
Fellas grab your girl
And let's turn this party out

Everybody put your hands up if you feel me
All the ladies come party with me
Fellas grab your girl
And let's turn this party out

Everybody put your hands up if you feel me
All the ladies come party with me
Fellas grab your girl
And let's turn this party out

We don't ride around in trunks
We ride around in Bentley bus
Don't other crews recognize
Y'all can't fade us

When platinum status droppin' heat
Man you already know
B2K and Chris stokes always equal big doe
We in a four point six with four Asian chicks

Man all this ice around my neck and wrist
I'm like show me baby girl
How you do dat Derre
Gotta dem all saying fizz can I play in your hair

Check it out
Let me drop dat knowledge on y'all real quick
A lot of people think B2K is you know what I'm sayin'
Is all about imaging

And dancing and stuff like dat
The people that are talking like dat probably don't have an image
So if you need one, come to T.U.G we got a lot of dem
We will give you one, not a problem

'Cause we focus man
Once again, we focus man
I know I said dat on the last track
But I wanted to get my point across
Round two
Razz-B where you at
Right here

Everybody put your hands up if you feel me
All the ladies come party with me
Fellas grab your girl
And let's turn this party out

Everybody put your hands up if you feel me
All the ladies come party with me
Fellas grab your girl
And let's turn this party out

Everybody put your hands up if you feel me
All the ladies come party with me
Fellas grab your girl
And let's turn this party out

Everybody put your hands up if you feel me
All the ladies come party with me
Fellas grab your girl
And let's turn this party out

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I Beat You To It (Turn The Party Out) - Lyrics - B2k

Title: I Beat You To It (Turn The Party Out)
Artist: B2k
Composer(s): Dreux Frederic, T Oliver, Omari Grandberry, J Houston, J Jones, D Thornton, K Kessee, Marques Houston

Lyric:
Yeah, yo
You kno' what I'm sayin'
A lot of people heard the last album
And really didn't understand
What B2K wuss all about
But I'm a tell y'all
We ain't had no songs
That wuss jus? gansta on our album
This right here
Is about to be gansta
You sure?
You kno' what I'm sayin' "Boog"?
Alright let's see
Check it out

Hot spots
I bang like little rock
Step up in the club
And watch the beat stop

Hey shorty, can you do that dance in my drop
Pop that and make that booty clap like flip flops
Like the Flintstones
We can make the bed rock

Yes this little boy got a house on the hill
Call me Montell, I got so many hot wheels
Now you know what I'm 'bout
Let's turn this party out, alright

Everybody put your hands up if you feel me
All the ladies come party with me
Fellas grab your girl
And let's turn this party out

Everybody put your hands up if you feel me
All the ladies come party with me
Fellas grab your girl
And let's turn this party out

So much sex appeal
Girl that thing can't be real
Baby tell me what's the deal
All I wanna know is can we chill

You far from average
Love your bad habits
The way that thing move
You making me want to grab it

Lets leave right now
Lets stop playing around
There's a lot I want to do for you
How that sound

Your's a cute
Scarf over your doobe
The way that gucci
Look good on your booty

What's really good
Can I floss you in my hood
Tell you things
That make you knock on wood

So make it happen
If you want to handle it
Tonight, I'm a good man
But tomorrow, I'm scandals

So grab your coat
Let's make a exit
And if your mom is home
Girl we hittin' da Lexus

Everybody put your hands up if you feel me
All the ladies come party with me
Fellas grab your girl
And let's turn this party out

Everybody put your hands up if you feel me
All the ladies come party with me
Fellas grab your girl
And let's turn this party out

Everybody put your hands up if you feel me
All the ladies come party with me
Fellas grab your girl
And let's turn this party out

Everybody put your hands up if you feel me
All the ladies come party with me
Fellas grab your girl
And let's turn this party out

We don't ride around in trunks
We ride around in Bentley bus
Don't other crews recognize
Y'all can't fade us

When platinum status droppin' heat
Man you already know
B2K and Chris stokes always equal big doe
We in a four point six with four Asian chicks

Man all this ice around my neck and wrist
I'm like show me baby girl
How you do dat Derre
Gotta dem all saying fizz can I play in your hair

Check it out
Let me drop dat knowledge on y'all real quick
A lot of people think B2K is you know what I'm sayin'
Is all about imaging

And dancing and stuff like dat
The people that are talking like dat probably don't have an image
So if you need one, come to T.U.G we got a lot of dem
We will give you one, not a problem

'Cause we focus man
Once again, we focus man
I know I said dat on the last track
But I wanted to get my point across
Round two
Razz-B where you at
Right here

Everybody put your hands up if you feel me
All the ladies come party with me
Fellas grab your girl
And let's turn this party out

Everybody put your hands up if you feel me
All the ladies come party with me
Fellas grab your girl
And let's turn this party out

Everybody put your hands up if you feel me
All the ladies come party with me
Fellas grab your girl
And let's turn this party out

Everybody put your hands up if you feel me
All the ladies come party with me
Fellas grab your girl
And let's turn this party out

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To My People - Lyrics - Flipmode Squad

Title: To My People
Artist: Flipmode Squad
Composer(s): R Lewis, R Mcnair, R Fisher, Leroy Jones, G Spivey, Trevor Smith, R Evens, J Webb

Lyric:
Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left

Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York

Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what, throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't stop

To my niggas in the street, ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin' money, say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop

Uh, straight off the bat
My squad is known across the map
When y'all niggas show love
Then we show you love back

Y'all niggas want beef
Fuck it take it to the streets
Y'all niggas gon' chill
Then we sit down and we build

My squad finally here
Unit of the year
We settin' up shop
And we ain't going nowhere

We want it all
Even if we gotta brawl for it
We want it all
Even if you gotta fall for it

We stage wreckers, fifty two car deckers
Reppin' to the world till the law come and get us
You jealous fellas
I'm puttin' holes in vendettas

Twist your body
With two shells from a shottie pow
Niggas wanna get me touched
(Naw, they cant touch you)
Shinin' and flossin' too much
(Naw, they can't cross you)

Light on my toes
Left him ten feet
Part from his heat
Play it softly

The truth speaks through this poetry
For me to call shot
Cock block my life
Add a little spice

Devil eyes snake rise on dice
Have your fam call Christ
Flipmode battle for mics
All my shit be high priced

I'm slashing dikes, feel me
Liftin' thugs out they crease it's quickly
Shift two keys in two weeks
And gross forty g's

Report me and live shortly
Slouch cat livin' off calibil breeze
You wanna get involved
Better grip on tight, take the next flight
We got it locked on the next bike

Check it out
I got the eye of a tiger
That's plan to go higher
My squad is on fire

And till death do us
If the label wanna sue us
Yo I'm taking the reels
I'm the man with the gat that be ready to peel

I'm the one next to Spliff when it's time to ill
I'm a show by astro red cross and blue shields
Watch us make a move
Catch us on smokin' groove

Rules house of blues, MTV news
On the bus with my Flipmode loco
(Loco)
Takin' flicks, hittin' chicks by the dozen
(Dozen)

Keep a shot runnin'
Now I'm on a journey
It take you twenty light years to burn me
(Burn me)
If you want beef call my attorney
All that other wack shit don't concern me

I'm being felt
I got a title under my belt
I'm out to get the wealth
I'm 'bout my squad and myself

Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left

Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York

Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what, throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't stop

To my niggas in the street, ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin' money, say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop

Uhh, comin' correct for all my Flipmode brothers
Stats ratin' higher then that of single mothers
Peace to my Outz clique
Bitches that I bounce with

Everybody else get the gas like Auschwitz
Like, flows for real like a rap bitch should
Type takin' niggas out like they packaged goods
Rappers wanna contest

They buggin', straight up and down
We run the underground like H. Tubman
What, I'm the bomb bitch
Nigga Rah, D I G got Rah

God be my witness
Long as I walk this globe
I be spittin' more verses
Than the 'Book of Job'

Why are you ignoring us
Running into hiding and avoiding us?
Niggas on the low be recording us
My rhyme flow remain poisonous

Thus
Yo your shit sound wack still annoying us
We alive nigga ain't no destroying us
You better off if you come join with us

Perpendicular
Or analyzing my whole molecular
In particular
Roll with my squad or go singular

I ain't into bitches who fuck animals like caligula
More hot shit so get your water sprinkler
Fire extinguisher, rhyme, prime minister
C'mon

Never mistake me for nobody else
Another blast make you shit on yourself
I hope all y'all know that I always master the art
Rip you apart

Put your hand on my heart
Flipmode number one on the charts
Solo or collective
My perspective the objective
Is to win

All praises due to my squad one in the same
Cherish every blessing
I have to make y'all witness my name
Burn another calorie

Come inside my galaxy
Put your money where your mouth is double your salary
Hey dude you know we stay rude high on a aquelude
Bust your shit bouncin' in a Honda Prelude

Let's G off
Nigga ease off
I make you breeze off
Brickfull make you rip your jeans off

Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left

Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York

Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what, throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't stop

To my niggas in the street, ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin' money, say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop

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Crash - Lyrics - Love, Angel, Music, Baby - Gwen Stefani

Title: Crash
Album: Love, Angel, Music, Baby
Artist: Gwen Stefani
Composer(s): Tony Kanal, Gwen Stefani

Lyric:
Back it up, back it up
You got it, you got it

Put your hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up
Uh uh uh, you got it, you got it

Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard

I wander 'round the room and I'm getting things ready
I picture you driving just like Mario Andretti
I got the kush, Ketel One, waiting for your engine
Your Grand Prix attention, it's gonna be a party

Don't forget to make a U-turn
I see you left your blinker on
I got it rolled and ready here to burn
Meet me back at home, eh oh eh oh

Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard

Driving fast in your car
I've got you tracked on my radar

It's just such a trip how you're still my speed racer
You got me so addicted just like a free baser
(Free baser)
I want you all over me like L.A.M.B.
So get here A.S.A.P. it's gonna be a party

Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard

Now you know you're qualified
You're in the pole position
Put it in first gear, step on the pedal and drive fast

Back it up, back it up
You got it, you got it
Back it up, back it up
You got it, you got it

Put your hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up
Uh uh uh, you got it, you got it
Put your hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up
Uh uh uh, you got it

(I'm ready for you)
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
(Me and you boo)
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard
(Don't make me wait too long)
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
(For me and you boo)
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard

(I'm ready for you)
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
(Me and you boo)
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard
(Don't make me wait too long)
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
(For me and you boo)
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard

Crash
Crash

Come on baby please hurry up
You know I'm waiting for you
Come on baby please hurry up
(Crash)
You know I'm waiting for you

Come on baby please hurry up
You know I'm waiting for you
Come on baby please hurry up
(Crash)
You know I'm waiting for you

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Turn Me On - Lyrics - Loyalty - Fat Joe

Title: Turn Me On
Album: Loyalty
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, M Valenzano, Andre Parker, Joe Cartagena, A Lyons

Lyric:
Hey, we back, my nigga Chink Santana
Murder Inc., Terror Squad

Boy you keep on turnin' me
Love the way you turn me on
Got me feelin' all alone
Love the way you turn me on

Boy you keep on turnin' me
Love the way you turn me on
When you got me singin' this song
Love the way you turn me on

Yo, push your seat back, ma feel who you rollin' with
Relax and let crack take control of this
Have some 'gnac, Hennessy and Coca cola mix
To stop at 1-6-5 for that potent shit

So now we rollin' this, it's nine fifteen
I'm sure you know where we going but time is the key
Let's smoke a little, climb high in tha trees
Choke a little while my hand rub your thigh and your knees

You know that silly shit and now it's ten on six
We in the village jus a little ripped pumpin' Jodeci while a nigga whip
And watch you marinate, feel free to sing along while I navigate
This is your song ma, crackalate

So when it's time to get it on
She gon' know that it's wrong to procrastinate
Steady sayin' that I'm turnin' her on, I'm like "I know"
Didn't your friends tell you that you fuckin' with Joe? oh boy

Boy you keep on turnin' me
Love the way you turn me on
Got me feelin' all alone
Love the way you turn me on

Boy you keep on turnin' me
Love the way you turn me on
When you got me singin' this song
Love the way you turn me on

Yo, smooth 'cuz I don't get upset
If she ain't wit it then cool, I can go without sex
I ain't gotta spend big for a girl at mya
We could, go to papayas and talk the night up

Tell me bout yourself, your hopes, your dreams, your struggles
I'm tryna to front but I'm feelin' to touch you
I got the heat on blast, I bet you thinkino like he want ass
But still you thinkin' that you might

Playin' the rules, pretendin' to be a fool
When you ask silly questions like, "What we gon' do?"
I'ma leave it your hands, let you make your move
Now you want me to stay over, games over

Boy you keep on turnin' me
Love the way you turn me on
Got me feelin' all alone
Love the way you turn me on

Boy you keep on turnin' me
Love the way you turn me on
When you got me singin' this song
Love the way you turn me on

Oh, you sex it baby, ah, just shake it mama, yeah
Bag it up, sing this song
Love the way you turn me on

Yo, now it's on, shorty's strippin' in the livin' room
My heart racin' 'cuz I know I'm gon' hit it soon
Pop that ass, sit it on my lap
Don't stop like that, put it on crack

Let me beat it from the back, now I'm poundin' it right
Wearin' a thong on my head 'cuz you know I'm wild for tonight
When we done talk a little bit to keep her in the groove
Try to make it last so my exit is smooth, ya know

Boy you keep on turnin' me
Love the way you turn me on
Got me feelin' all alone
Love the way you turn me on

Boy you keep on turnin' me
Love the way you turn me on
When you got me singin' this song
Love the way you turn me on

Boy you keep on turnin' me
Love the way you turn me on
Got me feelin' all alone
Love the way you turn me on

Boy you keep on turnin' me
Love the way you turn me on
When you got me singin' this song
Love the way you turn me on

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Paradise - Lyrics - 10 - Ll Cool J

Title: Paradise
Album: 10
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Barnes M M J T Smith, Keni Burke, J C Olivier, Rogers K Alan Felder, Norma Jean

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Lyric:
Ohh ohh, ohh
Yeah
Mmm, mmm

If you need me baby I'm for real
The rest of your life, I'll take you to paradise
(Paradise)
If you want it baby just be real
Rest of your life, I'll take you to paradise
I'm gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah

We went through this before
Actin' like the L's can't bag 'em no more
Nightgown draggin' on the heated marble floor
Flash Cartier when you open up the door, slide these on baby

So butter, still relate to the gutter
Just your lifestyle's different, spirit uplifted
Fell in love with a cat who's gifted
Turn you back to paradise, damn I missed it

Pop a bottle, light a purple candle
I got somethin' that you can't quite handle, that's why you love me
Pour bubbly, glow from the flame make your skin shine lovely
I'm sayin' baby

Touch it, why don'tcha?
Touch it, why don'tcha?
Touch it, why don'tcha?
Touch it, why don'tcha?
Hey girl, aw, girl!
Hey girl, I wanna rock your world

If you need me baby I'm for real
(If you need me baby, yeah)
The rest of your life, I'll take you to paradise
(Paradise, is very nice)
If you want it baby just be real
(Yeah)
Rest of your life, I'll take you to paradise
I'm gonna give-a-you all my love
(Yeah)

Next phase is this
Black sand, Tahiti, ten days to reminisce
(Yeah)
God's my witness
I paid the price for paradise, so I'm livin this

I never limit myself, the L's fearless
Lay back while I illuminate the darkness
Like it smooth don'tcha
Make it move won'tcha, think I won't?

Take you to your peak I know them other cats don't
And it won't stop, this is beyond paper
First I get your mind right, then I might drape ya
Never pimpin', raise my girls well
Young thoroughbreds get schooled by Uncle L.L.

C-double, L tattooed on the bubble
I lay the mink down, let you walk over a puddle
(Yeah, yeah)
True love is so rare
But don't you worry I ain't goin' nowhere

If you need me baby I'm for real
Rest of your life, I'll take you to paradise, yeah, yeah
(I'm giving you paradise)
(You know what? Paradise, is very nice)
If you want it baby just be real
(If you want it baby)
Rest of your life, I'll take you to paradise
I'm gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah
(I'm gonna give-a-you all my love)

Trust me, trust me, trust me, baby
(Oh my love)
Rest of your life I'll take you to paradise
(Oh my love)
I'll take you to paradise, ooh
So won't you try me, try me try, this lady?
Rest of your life I'll take you to paradise
I'm gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah

Belly to belly, one hand on the jelly
At the telly on the celly, get that money Elly
Please believe it, if the mind can conceive it
Then the man can achieve it, you gotta breathe it

And I breathe deep, I'm one with the universe
Minimum, ten percent go to God first
Lay back baby, close your eyes
Ice on the pinky finger froze your thighs

So much shade baby, the water bed fries
Walk around nude in the suite yellin', "Recognize!"
Do your dance, baby pour me a glass
It feels so good to have the world in a smash

Touch it why don'tcha?
Touch it why don'tcha?
Touch it why don'tcha?
Touch it why don'tcha?
Hey girl, aw, girl!
Hey girl, I wanna rock your world

If you need me baby I'm for real
(If you need me)
The rest of your life, I'll take you to paradise, yeah, yeah
(Said, "I'm for real")
(Paradise, is very nice)
If you want it baby just be real
(I'm in here)
Rest of your life, I'll take you to paradise
(I'm in here)
I'm gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah
(Paradise, is very nice)

Trust me, trust me, trust me, baby
(Yea yea, gotta keep your eyes on the prize baby)
(Oh my love)
Rest of your life I'll take you to paradise
(Sky's the limit)
(Oh my love)
I'll take you to paradise, ooh
(If you can see it, you can be it)
So won't you try me, try me try, this lady
(It's on you, word up)
Rest of your life I'll take you to paradise
(Everybody put your hands in the air)
I'm gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah
(It's high time baby)
(One love, one God, recognize, uhh)

If you need me, just call me
Said, "If you want me, just be for real"
And if you like me, come and talk to me
And if you want me, tell me how you feel

If you need me baby I'm for real
Rest of your life, I'll take you to paradise
(Paradise)
(Paradise, is very nice)

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Put Your Hands On Me, My Love - Lyrics - Owen

Title: Put Your Hands On Me, My Love
Artist: Owen
Composer(s): Michael Thomas Kinsella

Lyric:
Put your faith in me my friends
That one day I'll find a way
To give all the things that you've given to me back

Well, put your foot down my brother
That's no way to live
Putting the needs of others ahead of yours
You deserve more than nothing

It's the little things that we do that mean anything
It's the little things that we do that mean anything

Put your hands on me, my love while the world wakes up early
They waste the day working for money they don't need
To buy things they don't need
Well, we'll sleep in, we'll do it again

It's the little things that we do that mean anything
It's the little things that we do that mean anything

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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