Living The Life - Lyrics - Hustlenomics - Yung Joc

Title: Living The Life
Album: Hustlenomics
Artist: Yung Joc
Composer(s): Jasiel Robinson

Lyric:
Hustle, Hustlenomics
Hustle, hustle, Hustlenomics
Hustle, hustle, Hustlenomics
Block ENT

I'm just living the life of a young baller, shot caller
Dope rider, don't mind me, I'm just doin? my thang
Living the life of a go-getter, no-quitter
Gotta get to the money, get money, money, hey

Living the life, living the life
Living the life, living the life
I'ma live every day like a holiday
Gotta get to the money, get, get to the money

I've been around the world just like dosey do
Bet Joc Bangkok in Tokyo
Big money by the bankroll, oh, for sure
Ain't tryin? to brag just as long as you knows

Hey you, tell me why you actin? like you're shocked?
Been gettin? money since my debut dropped
Pop a couple tabs with my man and them
Date an international chick, now I'm landin? them

International suites, now I'm stayin? in them
International freaks, I'm playin? with them
Acapulco hoes, hit the sand with them
We fuck all night, then I abandon them

Take a top model chick to the cabin, man
Call me freaky Jason, get to stabbin?, man
But she call a few friends, run a caravan
I call a few friends, I love sharin? man

I'm just living the life of a young baller, shot caller
Dope rider, don't mind me, I'm just doin? my thang
Living the life of a go-getter, no-quitter
Gotta get to the money, get money, money, hey

Living the life, living the life
Living the life, living the life
I'ma live every day like a holiday
Gotta get to the money, get, get to the money

You see I ball all day up in Amsterdam
Nigga, Swiss Miss chick and smoke half a gram
She love takin? snapshots on the phone cam
Knockin? out a ringtone, that's a jam

I see shit the average nigga don't see
I bang Brazil broads under the palm tree
Just convinced her to skip town, just her and me
Hit the P and bank, exchange my currency

Now my flight leaves at 9, I can't be late
Got a big dollar date somewhere back in the States
M I A, yo, or Cuban Bistro
Feel the wind blow from the seashore

Six hour flight back to the West coast
Somewhere swank where Tyra Banks gettin? close
Or Eva Pickford, I really dig her
I got some nerve to take this picture

I'm just living the life of a young baller, shot caller
Dope rider, don't mind me, I'm just doin? my thang
Living the life of a go-getter, no-quitter
Gotta get to the money, get money, money, hey

Living the life, living the life
Living the life, living the life
I'ma live every day like a holiday
Gotta get to the money, get, get to the money

Hey, you don't have to like what I do
I'ma do me and you do you
I say that you don't have to like the way I ride
I'm a G and I gets mine

Yeah, I can't lie, man, I done seen amazin? places
Amazin? broads with amazin? faces
Persuade them to do things, I make 'em taste it
Baby, let's rinse off, we bathin? naked

Time to change clothes, we bathin? ape it
And this lavish lifestyle, I can't escape it
No paper trail, the Feds can't trace it
Blow a couple of hundred thou' around the world, let's make it

And you don't have to like what I do
I'ma do me and you do you
I say that you don't have to like the way I ride
I'm a G and I gets mine

I'm just living the life of a young baller, shot caller
Dope rider, don't mind me, I'm just doin? my thang
Living the life of a go-getter, no-quitter
Gotta get to the money, get money, money, hey

Living the life, living the life
Living the life, living the life
I'ma live every day like a holiday
Gotta get to the money, get, get to the money

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Quitter - Lyrics - South of Sideways - Edgewater

Title: Quitter
Album: South of Sideways
Artist: Edgewater
Composer(s): Micah Creel, Justin Middleton, Matt Moseman, Jeremy Rees, Ricky Wolking

Lyric:
So disappointed, always a step behind
Can't you hear all of the noises
Scraping the back of my mind?
Did you realize that I so despise
All those times I've wasted counting on you?
Yeah, I'm so sick of being used

Why can't you see, I'm falling apart
Why are you walking from me?
Why can't you say it, the silence is jaded
So shut your mouth, 'cause I'm sick of it

The time has come just to call it quits
And walk away, just let me be

Such an insult, such a traitor
What defines the name that you cater
Such a curse, such a quitter
All I hear is the words that you shattered

Did you realize that I so despise
All those times I've wasted counting on you?
Yeah, fuck you, I'm so sick of being used

Why can't you see, I'm falling apart
Why are you walking from me?
Why can't you say it, the silence is jaded
So shut your mouth 'cause I'm sick of it

The time has come just to call it quits
And walk away, just let me be

Walk away

So disappointed, as you walk away, as you walk away
Dead and avoided, as you slip away, and you kneel and pray

Walk away

Why can't you see, I'm falling apart
Why are you walking from me?
Why can't you say it, the silence is jaded
So shut your mouth, 'cause I'm sick of it

The time has come just to call it quits
And walk away, just let me be

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Quitter - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Quitter
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Jeff Bass, Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
Yo, I dedicate to this to yo

To all my fans, keeping y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, cause that's my mission
So, listen close to what we say
Because this type of fag claims to never be gay

I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you

Pecker wood mad cause his record went wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country western rap records are good"

So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
(Ha, ha)
Puts an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere

It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's trying to hear some fuckin' old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, strummin' acoustic guitar in your ear
So, you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea

Figure you can diss me to jump start your career
I punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your underground buddy's nameless crew
Like I'ma say they names so they can be famous too

You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the days of house of pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you
(I'ma kill you)

You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the days of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you
(I'ma kill you)

Yo heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer back's a joke
And I'ma tell these motherfucking fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you

You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you
Like I ain't notice you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two

Back in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you
Took your motherfucking DJ and stole him too
So, you fall in a slump and get all emotional

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get accepted in rap
Quicker but never last, and Everlast is a

Aight listen so this is what we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you ever see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitch-slap him

Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for limp
Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid
Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it
He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five years we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' tables in that bitch
Cleaning the toilets
Aiyyo fuck this, cut this shit off

Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker!

Hit 'Em Up
Kill Whitey! Hahaha
Kill Whitey! Detroit! What? What?
Kill Whitey! Yo, yo
Kill Whitey! Haha! Look

First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish White
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight

Plus I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickhead
I keep 'em coming while you running out of breath
Steady ducking while I'm punching at your chest, you need to rest

Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya
With your three CD's, nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck around with real MC's
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks

I let you faggots know it's on for life
But Everlast might die tonight, haha
Fat boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and take a heart pill, you know!

Grab 380's when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal your heart
They shocked you back to life at the clinic
But you 'bout to get relapsed any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo check this out
You faggots ain't even on my level
I'ma let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!

Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Whitey Ford's heart just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin back

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while they watch

Ha ha, now we got the whole industry making fun of you Erik
Where's your House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge

[Unverified]

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me still
This ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' killed with his chest open
Tryin' to throw a fuckin' punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime

'Cause you suck motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but it's funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a paleface killer whale

On his way to fuckin' prison, pistol whipping tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that day?
That shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now it's all about country, you gave up Hip-Hop

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit drop
While my sales making records break
Two and a half million scanned by the second week
Motherfucker I hit 'em up!

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half
Fuck the music, we got an Uzi for all you fags
Get the shit out of our stereo, dilated you violated
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
Iriscience get choked up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get your throats cut

What the fuck? Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin' guitar cord
And stuff him in cardboard, chopped up in a box
With sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart

D-12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you watch
Keep your restaurant locked and block your door
'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfucking' Tupac Shakur
You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack seizures

Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to country
Yo, aiyyo cut this shit off

Fuck him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise
I just believe in kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo

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Good God Almighty - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: Good God Almighty
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): Kairi Cane, Vito Tisdale, Kenneth Anthony, Tennyson Stevens, Brian K. Scott, William Rahsaan Hughes, Melvin Adams, Ron Wilson

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Lyric:
Yo
Alright
It's that new Wooden Leather

Yo, well it's a new day, full of them grits
You cooked the Sunday meal at six
Lets get it while this gettin' good cause granny ain't gon' live forever
Season changin', we like these dependin' on the weather
Look what we doin', summer's ruined, fall y'all pack y'all sweater
Somebody told me war was comin', y'all just stack y'all cheddar, better
Checked my mail the other day and Sam done sent a letter
I opened it and line for line it said I was a sucka

The nerve of this motherfucker, claimin' he's my uncle
Good God Almighty, Lord have mercy, think that we's in trouble
Please send some help like quick, fast, do it on the double nine one one
The line been busy for days, Hell maybe weeks
I've been tossin' and turnin', back and forth, ensurin' my forty winks

Yeah I feel you dude
I be watchin' the tube, toastin' the rude
Notice the news ain't nothin but scandals and murder
War and destruction, poor keep sufferin'
Lord it's troublin', the more you be hustlin' the more you strugglin'

Well, good God Almighty look at what we have here
And it feels so good to be here
I said, "Good God Almighty, look at what we have here"
Welcome, this is wooden leather
Well, good God Almighty look at what we have here
And it feels so good to be here
I said, "Good God Almighty, look at what we have here"
This is now wooden leather

Trouble in my life got me hollerin baby
We be at 'em poor so I'm goin crazy
Anthrax on letters, little daddy just paged me
War got me worried, I been prayin' lately
How will I live? Listen here, "Life is still a bitch"
Money don't change shit, stuck in the same shit
To get it all, gotta risk it all or forget it dawg
A winner ain't a quitter and a quitter ain't a winner

I just be steppin' around the block cause I was doin my thing
My crew been kickin' off all them rocks, just let my cellular ring
We said he heard a couple of shots
Word is that they copped them a sting
I burn shit once my lyric drop, one false move and you're stained
We're pushin' 'em ten dollars a pop and I got exact change
It's like investin' in Nasdaq had me caught in the rain
I'm 'bout to pull the mask out and have 'em screamin' in vain
And I be puttin' them tracks out and it's all for the brain'

Well, good God Almighty look at what we have here
And it feels so good to be here
I said, "Good God Almighty, look at what we have here"
Welcome, this is wooden leather
Well, good God Almighty look at what we have here
And it feels so good to be here
I said, "Good God Almighty, look at what we have here"
This is now wooden leather

Well we done seen everything under the sun
And been done what shouldn't have been done
Y'all never heard of the blacks still young
Now that's one bad son of a gun

Steppin' out in the cowboy banana brim
Once you rockin' camel skin like Tim
DJ make this record spin, let my family in
Management, go get the checks so we can begin

Well, if it's good never turn it down
Wood still burn it down
And learn how to handle them
Plans you can cancel them
Cancel them

What you know no good
And what you know no good
What you know no good
And what you know no good

Well, good God Almighty look at what we have here
And it feels so good to be here
I said, "Good God Almighty, look at what we have here"
Welcome, this is wooden leather
Well, good God Almighty look at what we have here
And it feels so good to be here
I said, "Good God Almighty, look at what we have here"
This is now wooden leather

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Bitter - Lyrics - Stoned Raiders - Cypress Hill

Title: Bitter
Album: Stoned Raiders
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Lawrence Muggerud

Lyric:
I lost my innocence at birth but I make no excuses
For the trivial things and the pain life induces
Bitches are wild and so was I, young and stupid
It's incredible, what a shitty circumstance produces them

Criminals, led by the originals, high strung
Motivated by the principles
Some of us out, he used to think we were invincible
On the corner bangin' and slangin' the high bitual

Deadly rituals fill my head, nothin' spiritual
Bullets filled up bodies like hands from my physical
I got touched by the hot hands of bitter fools
Divided and tempted snake bitten by the ridicule

Frustration and hate filled my adrenaline
I play doctors here's two bullets for your medicine
I carry those days like a weapon close to me
The memories of hot lead rippin' a hole through me

Son, fill your heater, how 'bout chase killer
Rock 'em up and show you're no quitter
Snakes' pit every ground I landed on
Hated on but I'm still standin' strong

You hate the songs that you pump up all day long
Hated on but I'm still standin' strong
Snakes' pit, every ground I landed on
Hated on but I'm still standin' strong
Stand

So many, come and go in this lifetime that you serve
Faces change, liscenses everywhere you turn
Gangsta's become blinded and visions become blurred
Learned to stay alive to the real side of the curb

You came a long way but some still refuse to notice
They turned they back on us and they tried to provoke us
You ask about us, you talk trash about us
Walk fast around us but my block fast allowed us

Don't try to crowd us nigga, we'll smack you up
Look around and see who's willin' to back you up
You're in a ghost town and home alone like Macaulay nigga
Don't say my name nigga, don't even think of me

Fire start spittin' from my grill piece, ya scorched up, touched up
I'm the C4 that blew up your porch
I spit venom quicker than the punch on your Porsche
Venom so deadly I'll make your fuckin' life divorce ya

Ask for Alamoney, bitches, you all phoney
I'll make you sing the blues like you're Paulpau Coloney
Go ask Moley, you in the middle of shit
And anything you say I'll be known the shit

The force drops hits a ball, makin' me die of laughter
Because I know what these son-of-a-bitches are after
Your mind and soul, if your blind and cold
Then your true sign is shown, then your fuckin' mind is blown

Son, fill your heater, how 'bout chase killer
Rock 'em up and show you're no quitter
Snakes' pit every ground I landed on
Hated on but I'm still standin' strong

You hate the songs that you pump up all day long
Hated on but we're still standin' strong
Snakes' pit, every ground I landed on
Hated on but I'm still standin' strong
Stand

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Heaven Don'T Want Me (And Hell'S Afraid I'Ll Take Over) - Lyrics - Relentless - Jackyl

Title: Heaven Don'T Want Me (And Hell'S Afraid I'Ll Take Over)
Album: Relentless
Artist: Jackyl
Composer(s): Jessee James Dupree

Lyric:
Here I stand now, don't you recognize me, me?
Give this Devil his due
I'm still the man and that may surprise you
And I am far from through

I got a plan, it's not hard to see
I make my moves while you are looking at me
There's only one thing for you to understand
If there's two in the bush, then there's three in my hand

I can't stop, no, I ain't a quitter
I'm on fire, ah baby, I'm a home run hitter
You can turn your back on me now
And I'll still find my way
'Cause the sun don't shine on the same dog's ass everyday

I crave the crunch 'cause it fuels my fire
I'm like a Bon Scott, I'm a live wire
I got a bitch, I got a bitch to pitch
You just struck it rich

If you're looking for a good time
No, it's not hard to see
Well, if you're lookin' at me
Then you can say you've seen Rock City

I can't stop, no, I ain't a quitter
I'm on fire, ah baby, I'm a home run hitter
You can turn your back on me now
And I'll still find my way
'Cause the sun don't shine on the same dog's ass everyday

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Lucille - Lyrics - Doin' Somethin' Right - Billy Currington

Title: Lucille
Album: Doin' Somethin' Right
Artist: Billy Currington
Composer(s): Roger Bowling, Hal Bynum

Lyric:
In a bar in Toledo, across from the depot
On a barstool, she took off her ring
I thought I'd get closer, so I walked on over
Sat down and asked her, her name

When the drinks finally hit her
She said, "I'm no quitter but I finally quit living on dreams
I'm hungry for laughter and here ever after I'm after
Whatever the other life brings"

In the mirror, I saw him and I closely watched him
And thought how he looked out of place
He came to the woman who sat there beside me
And had a strange look on his face

His big hands were calloused, he looked like a mountain
For a minute I thought I was dead
But he started shakin', his big heart was breakin'
He turned to the woman and said

"You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille
With four hungry children and a crop in the field
I've had some bad times, lived through some sad times
But this time your hurtin' won't heal
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille"

After he left us, I ordered more whiskey
I thought how she'd made him look small
From the lights of the barroom to the rented hotel room
We walked without talkin' at all

She was a beauty but when she came to me
She must have thought I'd lost my mind
I couldn't hold her 'cause the words that he told her
Kept comin' back, time after time

"You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille
With four hungry children and a crop in the field
I've had some bad times, lived through some sad times
But this time your hurtin' won't heal
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille"

"You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille
With four hungry children and a crop in the field
I've had some bad times, lived through some sad times
But this time your hurtin' won't heal
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille"

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C U When You Get There - Lyrics - Fantastic Voyage: The Greatest Hits - Coolio

Title: C U When You Get There
Album: Fantastic Voyage: The Greatest Hits
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Dominic Aldridge, Henry Straughter, Malieek Straughter, Artis Ivy

Lyric:
Now I've seen places and faces
And things you ain't never thought about thinking
If you ain't peeped then you must be drinking and smoking
Pretending that you're loc'ing but you're broken
Let me get you open

Now little Timmy got his diploma and little Jimmy got life
And Tamikra around the corner
Just took her first hit off the pipe
The other homie shot the other homie and ran off with his money
And when the other homies heard about it
They thought that it was funny

But who's the dummy? 'Cause, now you done lost the hustler
A down-ass brother done been replaced by a buster
And though I got love for ya, I know I can't trust ya
'Cause my crew is rolling homers
And your crew is rolling dusters

And just because of that
You act like you don't like the brother no more
I guess that's just the way it goes
I ain't trying to preach, I believe I can reach
But your mind ain't prepared, I'll c u when u get there

I'll c u when u get there
If you ever get there
C u when u get there
I'll c u when u get there
If you ever get there
C u when u get there

More temptation than faith, I guess we living for the day
I seen a man get swept off his feet by a boy with an AK
The situation so twisted, everybody getting lifted
I'm just trying to take care of my kids and handle my business

'Cause it way too serious, so you gotta pay close attention
So you don't get caught sitting
When they come and do all the getting
Life is a big game, so you gotta play it with a big heart
Some of us gotta run a little faster
'Cause we gotta lay the struggle

I'd be a fool to surrender when I know I can be a contender
If everybody's a sinner then everybody can be a winner
No matter your rag color, deep down, we all brothers
And regardless of the time, somebody up there still love us

I'ma scuffle and struggle until I'm breathless and weak
I done strived my whole life to make it to the mountain peak
Always keep reaching sure to grab on to something
I'll be there when you get there with muted sounds bumping

I'll c u when u get there
If you ever get there
C u when u get there
I'll c u when u get there
If you ever get there
C u when u get there

You need to loosen up and live a little
And if you got kids, let them know how you feeling
For your own sake give a little
Oh, you don't want to hear that, you busy tryina stack

And keep up with the Joneses, taking advantage of your own
The realest homies that you've been knowing for the longest
But some ain't missing a good thing until it's gone
Could have built an empire if not for the jealousy that divides us

We prefer to keep our eyes shut 'til it's right
When there's something involved that we desire
So hold your head up high if you're poor and righteous
I know times seem strife and problems seem endless

But at the times of despair we gotta put ourselves together
And if you feel you're out of the game
Then you need to get back in it
'Cause nothing worse than a quitter
You gotta face responsibility one day, my brother
So wrap up your pity and turn it to ambition
And put your vehicle in 'Drive' and stop by my side

I'll c u when u get there
If you ever get there
C u when u get there
I'll c u when u get there
If you ever get there
C u when u get there

As we walk down the road of our destiny
And the time comes to choose which shall it be
The wide and crooked or the straight and narrow
We got one voice to give and one life to live

Stand up for something or lie down in your game
Listen to the song that we sing
It's up to you to make it big
I guess, I'll c u when u see me

I'll c u when u get there
If you ever get there
C u when u get there
I'll c u when u get there
If you ever get there
C u when u get there

I'll c u when u get there
If you ever get there
C u when u get there
I'll c u when u get there
If you ever get there
C u when u get there

I'll c u when u get there
If you ever get there
C u when u get there
I'll c u when u get there
If you ever get there
C u when u get there
...

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Pioneers - Lyrics - Out Of Business - Epmd

Title: Pioneers
Album: Out Of Business
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith

Lyric:
And you don't quit
Yeah, pioneers one time
(One time, two times)
Yeah, Erick Sermon boy
Yeah, we rap, where you at?
(Mic check)
Check this out

Aiyyo, who wanna step up and get their cranium cracked
From my man, Louis, from the Ville, Slugger baseball bat
Cock back gats 'cause rugged apparel's where it's at
So stand back, we flash a nine before the jack

And squeeze triggers blazin' at one-hit wonder niggaz
Like Smoothe Da Hustler
I still sneak over and fuck your babysitter
No quitter, microphone's my transmitter
Which clocks figures in return, the track's the 'Gold Digger'

Huh me? I buy ice for no one
Rap shogun, so I bought myself a gun
Yeah Dunn, ain't the one to be steppin' to son
I agree with Slick Rick, you cats is crumbs

My squad gets Dumb and Jim Carrey you ought the buildin'
Messin' around with God's children
I take action, like film crews
You against me, face to face, you'll lose

Here comes two big pioneers, Rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
That's right
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is the pedigree

Here comes two big pioneers, Rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
That's right
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is the pedigree

P and I don't stop, we don't quit, who's seein' 'em?
On tracks, we Ruff Ryde like D and them
Then case the joint, like an agent, that's secret
Cats hate, so we on point frequent

E keep it decent, had to smack a dude recent
Right down the block from the precinct
See you a punk that talk too lenient
When I speak to a motherfucker, I mean it

So open Sesame and let down the main gate
But before you scream EPMD, you should wait
'Cause we roll with a posse from Strong Long to Canarsie
QBC, Boogie Down Bronx, back to Marcy

Pass that kiko, I drop a verse that sound slick yo
And your chick know, P's hungry, like the hippoes
Suck on no nipples but duck cats, quick to stick you
Like a pin-up, workin' out and doin' chin-ups

Here comes two big pioneers, Rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
That's right
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is the pedigree

Huh, aiyyo my style flows, say it liquidates
It's best when it hits the beat and catch the breaks
Two time felon, fuck around with me
And my man pussycat and catch two to the melon

Then I be like, "Yep yep," just like Teddy, 'Raw' like Eddie
Sweaty, when I hold shit down and bake like Betty
And when I want things to move, I blink like 'Bewitched'
To handle shit in the dark, red lights, with the laser hit

Here comes two big pioneers, Rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
That's right
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is the pedigree

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Say What - Lyrics - Method Man

Title: Say What
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): James Baker, Shelly Manne, Christopher E Martin, Freddie Scruggs, Tony Mario Dofat, Tyrone George Taylor, Lottie Wiggins, Sean Combs, Kirk Jones, Clifford Smith, Kendrick J Davis, Melvin Lee Wilson, Melissa A Elliott

Lyric:
Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive
Mr. Meth, you're so Def
You put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test
But they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go

Yo, uh, come on, come on, now
Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now
Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out
I trouble you in the club
And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out

Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny
Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt
I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill
That's the only way to explain these mic skills

On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real
The more steel, the more body bags to fill
Now can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga
I tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter

If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones
If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come
Want some, take some, I get it crunk
Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps

When they play this in the club
(Say what?)
Go and tell that nigga, bump that
(Say what?)
Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?
(Say what?)
Ya'll don't really really want that
(Say what?)

But if a motherfucker, don't like it
(Say what?)
Tell that sucker he can get back
(Say what?)
Misdemeanor and Meth in your area
(Say what?)
Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back
(Say what?)

You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked
And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck
Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react
Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back

I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks
When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap
Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds
Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends

Got to get it, and when I'm gone
Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home
I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones
Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones

And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system
That put slugs in victims
Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat
As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest

When they play this in the club
(Say what?)
Go and tell that nigga, bump that
(Say what?)
Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?
(Say what?)
Ya'll don't really really want that
(Say what?)

But if a motherfucker, don't like it
(Say what?)
Tell that sucker he can get back
(Say what?)
Misdemeanor and Meth in your area
(Say what?)
Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back
(Say what?)

Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain
I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name
Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee
How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?

I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things
Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?
It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes
I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady

It's all good, everything I spit, all hood
And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would
Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?
When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done

And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J
For the right cream, they'll do anything you say
She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing
Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream

When they play this in the club
(Say what?)
Go and tell that nigga, bump that
(Say what?)
Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?
(Say what?)
Ya'll don't really really want that
(Say what?)

But if a motherfucker, don't like it
(Say what?)
Tell that sucker he can get back
(Say what?)
Misdemeanor and Meth in your area
(Say what?)
Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back
(Say what?)

Let's work, come on
Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby
Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah
Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga
Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah

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Playa In Me - Lyrics - Mo Thugs

Title: Playa In Me
Artist: Mo Thugs
Composer(s): Leon Graham, Archie Blaine, Darryl Ellis, Kendon Anthony, Paul Richmond

Lyric:
It's Mo Thug, it's Ken Dawg
Let me lean on in your mind, hit you one time
See, here it's Ken rollin' off this Hen
I got to do this shit again for these niggas

Who didn't think Ken was bringin' work
But now I got your eyes open, now, busta, stay alert
Prefer to smoke that hitter
Yeah, wig splitter, take two hits and pass

'Cause it's that two hitter quitter
Did I hear a busta hatin'?
'Cause he's violatin'
Why I got playas all around in my face fakin'

Mistakin' me for a fake?
Playa knowin' I ain't, I can't do that type of sucka shit
'Cause I'm 'bout bank rollin' with a click that's straight puttin' it down
Playa get your smoke on to that Mo Thug sound, right

Nuthin' but the playa in me
It's nuthin' but the playa in me

You heard me puttin' it down from the C-Town
Playa, we heatin' niggas up, roll with click of playas
We're real street figures
Beat hustlas down if you ain't got my paper

And if there's no intention of payin' me
I'm a have to fade you, that's real
So, gon' and take it for what it's worth
Playa hatin' fellas on the outskirts

Mad a nigga done came up and did his thing
Now the topic of conversation is Ken Dawg
Now, playa, if you lookin' tight
Then I'm gonna give you P's

I wish all of the playa haters would follow me
Rollin' high, passin' by, my mind will fly
The stress is far behind, and don't ask why
I'm Ken Dawg, my brothers, don't I'm trying to deal

Every time I hit ya, I'm spittin' real shit
Real hits, so, y'all, go on and relax, y'all
All laid back in all them Cadillacs, right

Nuthin' but the playa in me
It's nuthin' but the playa in me

It's nuthin' but the playa in me at all times
I'm floatin' through the city in the droppin' twenty-five
I know y'all feel me, don't spill the Hennessey
'Cause then you're gonna have to see me

Naw, I can't get like that about no drink
But I can get like that about my bank
And I be sayin' shit to make these niggas flip the script
Hear the hit, and that must've been it

I'm in it to win it, don't be P.O.in' on me
Rollin' through this madness all lonely
Niggas is actin' phony, don't be like them regular competitors
Stressin' 'bout them tricks on the regular

I'm Ken Dawg, I'm doin' it to you right
(Right)
Every time I put it down, it's all tight
(It's all tight)

We all high, we all high
Lit up, lit up, lit up
So, go on and get your hands up
Nigga, what?

Nuthin' but the playa in me
It's nuthin' but the playa in me
It's Mo Thug it's Ken Dawg
It's ?
Yeah

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I'M Not Sleepin - Lyrics - Big Bad Voodoo Daddy

Title: I'M Not Sleepin
Artist: Big Bad Voodoo Daddy
Composer(s): Scotty A Morris

Lyric:
When the town fool is a liar
And he's preaching to the choir
You've got a lot of explaining that you do

You see, no one likes a quitter
It makes us, oh, so bitter
So, drop your hat and sit for awhile

Ya see, every now and then
Again we struggle with our past
We try to stare it in the eye
And pray that it won't last

Most questions that get answered
They never make much sense
But I decided that I care
And I'll get right down to it

And I said I've stopped sleepin'
I told myself I'd never close my eyes again
I'm not sleepin'
I'm doin' now the best that I can

Well, I like it when you sit
And get straight down to it
It suits you more than anyone will admit

'Cause there's something in the air
And no one seems to care
Nobody will stand up, not even on a dare

It's funny how we fool them
With tears behind our smile
So tried and true, we plow right through
And hope it's worth the while

Most questions that get answered
They never make much sense
But I decided that I care
And I'll get right down to it

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Big Star - Lyrics - Music from the North Country: The Jayhawks Anthology - Jayhawks

Title: Big Star
Album: Music from the North Country: The Jayhawks Anthology
Artist: Jayhawks
Composer(s): Gary Louris

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Lyric:
I'm flat busted
Wild-eyed and free
I couldn't get arrested if I tried
A has-been at a mere thirty-five

Straight, honest, forthright and true
Great expectations for someone
Doesn't anybody know how to have fun

But I'm gonna be a big star
I'm gonna be a big star someday
I'm gonna be a big star someday

The grape's bitter
I'm no quitter
Revolutions come one by one
Seems it's high noon and I ain't got no gun

But it's so hard
So hard
So hard getting by

Gonna be a big star
I'm gonna be a big star, someday
I'm gonna be a big star, someday

Fine bourbon, Cuban cigars
Rude remarks observed at the C.C. Bar
I'm perfecting the finest are to wasting hours

But I'm gonna be a big star
I'm gonna be a big star, someday
I'm gonna be a big star
I'm gonna be a big star, someday

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Jinglin' Baby (Remixed But Still Jinglin') - Lyrics - Ll Cool J

Title: Jinglin' Baby (Remixed But Still Jinglin')
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Dennis Coffey, B Latture, James T Smith, Dwayne Simon

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Lyric:
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

Uncle L, Future of the Funk Records, I recorded minus all the junk
People spread gossip and believe what they must
But I slam dunk and make 'em bite the dust
A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed
And put him in a bucket like it's chicken feed
Check out the pick of the litter, not a quitter, I'm nice
And I'ma dust you off and dust you off twice

You never heard this so observant all hysterical fan
Natics of the Asiatic Miracle Man
Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I'm Real
Another brother's fan? Forget how you feel
He's so so, I got the instinct, they call me Deputy Dog
Now put your booty in the clink
You dance to the Marty Mars remix single love
Let me see your earrings jingle love

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

I chopped you, chewed you, baked you and stewed you
That stopped you pop, you need to stop, you're kind of rude you
No good niggaboo tryin' to base
How we livin' Holmes? Get out my face
I'm complete, in effect, and I can't fall
I rise, suprise, and I advise you all
to stand back and peep, don't sleep or doubt
My skill'll get ill, I turn the mother out

I'm top notch, you're playin hop-scotch
Now I'ma do ya while the party people watch
You're real funny, you really try to go for yours
But I know why you ain't had no dough before
So you tried and lied to drain my fame
This ain't a game, yo, you know my name
Innovatin', devastatin' and dope on a single, now
Dance on my remix single

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

When you first walked in, I ain't know what to think
'Cause you grabbed the microphone like your booty don't stink
And tried to run down that I can't get over that
Job a too, you were sayin' you call that a battle rap?
How you gonna go against an army with a handgun?
I'm L..L, if you don't understand, son, I'm a legend, on top of that I'm livin'
Now you look boogy like that bum Ms.Givens

Whoever geesed you nah, how should I say it?
Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it
'Cause man, yo, I feel for you brother, I'm a bad word to the mother
Takin' out suckers while the ladies pucker
Rollin' over punks like a redneck trucker
Innovatin', devastatin' they dope on a single, now
Lemme see your earrings jingle

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
Right now

Jjinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Yeah, go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Come on go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Yeah, do it, baby

Can't believe you tried to grip the same mic as me
Your grip's too weak, you can't hold it, B
You can dream of makin' progress and gettin' this nice
But when I roll up, it's like Hip Hop Vice
Serve the curbs, I never swerve I'm superb
Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves
Played your hand, lost track of your plan
When I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man

Play you like a poker chip, that's what you get
I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met
The titan of fightin', excitin' when writin', you triflin' toy boy
I gotta enlighten, so start bitin'
You know you can't create and get mean like this
When I'm on the court G, it's strictly Swish

When it's all over, said and done, my friend
They say, L..L Cool J just scored again
So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop
Here's your token back, you're gettin' off at the next stop
I'ma deliver and give my speech with vigor
Pass the wine cool you big black

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Yeah, go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby
They're jinglin', baby
Go 'head, baby

I used to stay in New York City
I used to stay in New York City
I used to stay in New York City
I used to stay in New York City

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Humana - Lyrics - Lara Fabian

Title: Humana
Artist: Lara Fabian
Composer(s): Rick Allison, Lara Fabian

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Lyric:
Il te faudra partir
Au lever du soleil
Quitter cette vie
Qui tous les jours pareil

Détruira tes rêves
Dérangera ton ciel
Humana

Plier tout tes bagages
Partir avec les tiens
Entreprendre un voyage
Qui te mènera plus loin

Ne te retourne pas
Mon visage sera toi
Humana

Et poussé par tous les vents
Même si certains retiendrons ta foi
Ne regarde que la lumière
Et élève la voix
Humana

Chante plus fort
Et marche encore
On parle de toi
Humana

Assouvir ce désir
D'être enfin le roi
D'étendues si vastes
Que tu n'imaginais pas

Tout tenir dans tes mains
Mais tu y es déjà
Humana

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Phony Rappers - Lyrics - Beats, Rhymes And Life - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Phony Rappers
Album: Beats, Rhymes And Life
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Ali Shahe Jones-Muhammad, Dexter Mills, Malik Taylor

Lyric:
Phony rappers, who do not write
Phony rappers, who do not excite
Phony rappers, check it out, aight

Yo, I was riding the train
And this Puerto Rican kid said simple and plain
Let's battle, it kinda took me by surprised
'Cuz the brother was moving wit' his eyes on the prize
I said screw it, I ain't got nuttin' to lose but um
But I got to do this shit real quick so um
Hurry up kid, bust your joints and then I'll bust mine
And I be out 'cuz I got to see this hottie, he said, "Okay"

Now check it, check it out, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
That's what he said
Then I came back and just fucked up his head
'Cuz yo, he thought an MC who was seen on TV
Couldn't hold the shit down in New York City
Aiyyo, I showed his ass, then I went off on my task
To bless her ass Uptown, real MC's will hold it down
Yeah, yeah, sonny, to the beat like that
You wanna bring it to me, where you at

Yes, dread, I had a similiar situation
When this kid tried to tell me I didn't deserve my occupation
He said I wasn't shit that I was soon to fall
I looked him up and down, grab my crotch and said balls
Of course he tried to bring it on the battling tip
Ay, you know me, you know I had to come out my shit
Trying to lounge at the mall, meet Skef and Mr Walton
Finally I banged his ass wit' the verbal assault

He said a rhyme about his .45 and his nickelbags of weed
That's when I preceeded to give him what he needed
Talking 'bout I need a Phillie right before I get loose
Poor excuse, money please, i get loose off of orange juice
Preferly Minute Maid 'cuz that's exactly what it takes
To write a rhyme, huh, to school your nickels and your dimes
Because an MC like me be on TV
Don't mean I can't hold my shit down in NYC

Phony rappers, who do not write
Phony rappers, who do not excite
Phony rappers, you know they type
Phony rappers, check it

It seems there's a sanitation, y'all full of thrash talker
Sounding good but money can you feed the dog hawker
Talking 'bout your mic days and your breakdancing
Not enhancing, you sound tired
Oh, shit, I didn't know you like to play yourself in front'cha friends
Sitting there, lying to no end
MC's for me make things happening
Talk about a world but in a form of rapping

Who will be the captain of this ship
If it goes down, don't you know you have to go wit' it
Just because you rhyme for a couple of weeks
Doesn't mean that you've reach the MC's peak
Let me stop sounding all bitter
Ghetto child, never be a quitter
But don't be a phony in the litter
Take it as a letter from the better
Take it from a man who used to rhyme in busted ass jetta's

Yo, Phife, you need a condom
Word to God, mess around
I catch AIDS from MC's being on my nuts too hard
'Cuz on my boulevard you better bring your bodyguard
And what's your boulevard, LP, I represent naturally
So don't step on the rolly if you know that you're phony
Or else I bend that ass like Elbow Macaroni
'Cuz I gotta keep it real
(Gotta keep it real)

A Tribe Called Quest, you see we never half step
(So on your mark)
Get ready, MC's be jetti
Me and Phifey be on ya like Veronica and Betty
Archie, Jughead, snuffing Mc's
From Brainslane down to Hempstead
Yes 'Quence, see over
His rhyme style is older that a Chrysler Cordoba
I'm wilder then the cats from Arizona

Villanova, un, un, Kentucky
Whos' the next MC stepping up to try and bust me
Bring him here and boy, will I ever let him have it
And when it comes to the microphone, don't even try to grab it
What?

This feeling of
Embarassment
[Incomprehensible]
If you take that out of the people
Then these people would do whatever they want to do
And that is weird defination of America
And people have no shame and therefore they do
Whatever they want to do

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Je T'Aime - Lyrics - Lara Fabian

Title: Je T'Aime
Artist: Lara Fabian
Composer(s): Rick Allison, Lara Fabian

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Lyric:
D'accord, il existait d'autres façons de se quitter
Quelques éclats de verres auraient peut-être pu nous aider
Dans ce slence amer, j'ai décidé de pardonner
Les erreurs qu'on peut faire à trop s'aimer

D'accord la petite fille en moi souvent te réclamait
Presque comme une mère, tu me bordais, me protégeais
Je t'ai volé ce sang qu'on aurait pas dû partager
A bout de mots, de rêves je vais crier

Je t'aime, je t'aime
Comme un fou comme un soldat
Comme une star de cinéma
Je t'aime, je t'aime

Comme un loup, comme un roi
Comme un homme que je ne suis pas
Tu vois, je t'aime comme ça
D'accord, je t'ai confié tous mes sourires, tous mes secrets
Même ceux, dont un frère est le gardien inavoué

Dans cette maison de pierre
Satan nous regardait danser
J'ai tant voulu la guerre
De corps qui se faisaient la paix
Je t'aime, je t'aime

Comme un fou comme un soldat
Comme une star de cinéma
Je t'aime, je t'aime
Comme un loup, comme un roi
Comme un homme que je ne suis pas
Tu vois, je t'aime comme ça

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What You Gonna Do? - Lyrics - Everything New - Natalie

Title: What You Gonna Do?
Album: Everything New
Artist: Natalie
Composer(s): Natalie Nicole Alvarado, Oscar Salinas, Bernard James Freeman, Juan Salinas

Lyric:
Play-N-Skillz
So what you gonna do?
What you, what you gonna do wit it?

Well, it's the King of the Trill, Bun B on the flip
Comin' down, drippin' that candy with grain and grip
You see my tippin' my fours, see me bangin' my screws
See me lookin' for something jazzy baby, just like you

So what you gonna do?
So what you gonna do?
So what you gonna do?

What you gonna do if I say
I'm gonna leave with you tonight, tonight, tonight?
What you gonna do if I say
I'm gonna leave with you tonight, tonight, tonight?

So you can call me up and you can pick me up
We can do whatever you wanna do
I know you wanna touch, well, let me know what's up
We can do whatever you wanna do

I spotted you and I noticed how you were lookin' at it
It's up to you, however you want to get at it
Well, make your move
'Cause I'll be waitin' for you tonight, tonight, tonight

So can I roll with you?
You can roll with me
It's what you wanna do
Let me know, girl

So I'll be down with you
You'll be down with me
It's what you wanna do
Let me know, boy

I got the whip outside
When you're ready, we can go
It's sittin' on them thang
So you know we about to roll

I'm tryin' to get at you
So you can leave with me tonight, tonight, tonight

So what you gonna do?
What you, what you gonna do wit it?

What you gonna do if I say
I'm gonna leave with you tonight, tonight, tonight?
What you gonna do if I say
I'm gonna leave with you tonight, tonight, tonight?

So you can call me up and you can pick me up
We can do whatever you wanna do
I know you wanna touch, well, let me know what's up
We can do whatever you wanna do

I like the way you comin' at me, boy, it feels good
You put it down like I know you would
It's me and you alone, boy, let's take our time
Ain't no need to rush, we'll do what's on your mind

So can I roll with you?
You can roll with me
It's what you wanna do
Let me know, girl

So I'll be down with you
You'll be down with me
It's what you wanna do
Let me know, boy

I got the whip outside
When you're ready, we can go
It's sittin' on them thang
So you know we about to roll

I'm tryin' to get at you
So you can leave with me tonight, tonight, tonight

So what you gonna do?
What you, what you gonna do wit it?

You wanna go with a rider, you wanna ball out in style
Well, get behind the wheel with the trill
I'll make it worth your while
I'll show you just how it feels to live like a queen
And cut you out a slice of life, baby that you've never seen

The best cars, clothes, cribs and shine
Not to mention the thug love makin' to blow your mind
Anytime she want more than just a one hitter quitter
She already know, call me up and mayne, I'm comin' to get her
So what you gonna do?

What you gonna do if I say
I'm gonna leave with you tonight, tonight, tonight?
What you gonna do if I say
I'm gonna leave with you tonight, tonight, tonight?

So you can call me up and you can pick me up
We can do whatever you wanna do
I know you wanna touch, well, let me know what's up
We can do whatever you wanna do

Play-N-Skillz, Natalie
King of the Trill, Bun B, H-Town

So what you gonna do?
What you, what you gonna do wit it?

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