Tilt Ya Head Back - Lyrics - Nelly

Title: Tilt Ya Head Back
Artist: Nelly
Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield, Tegemold Newton, Cornell Haynes, Dorian Moore

Lyric:
Yeah, that's tight (uh)
Check it, drop the drum right (hmmm yeah)
Put some horns in it woo! (that's right)
Do it again (yeah, yeah, ha, oooh, oooh, alright, ha)
Give her what she want, give her what she want, uh

Yeah, that's tight (uh)
Check it, drop the drum right (hmmm yeah)
Put some horns in it woo! (that's right)
Do it again (yeah, yeah, ha, oooh, oooh, alright, ha)
Give her what she want, give her what she want, uh

I see you lookin', uh
Like what you see?
Boy, now don't be shy
And look at her face in opportunity
She's right, ya know (uh, uh), she's right (ah)
Man, she's right, ya know (uh, uh), she's right (ow!)
You stand there looking at me (at me)
I stand herre looking at you girl (at you boy)
You know exactly what's on my mind (yeah, yeah)
It's just so easy to see (to see)
You came here looking for me (but uh, uh)
But I don't do that type of thing all the time, yeah
(You want me to)
Come here boy
I got a little something for ya
(You got a little bit, can I get a little bit? yeah, yeah)
And I don't know (I don't know what it is but
I just want to get to know ya, alright alright yeah
Yeah)

I need to daaaaaance
(Tilt ya head back, tilt ya head back)
All night
(Bring it back up slowly, that's right)
I need ya to daaaaaance
(Tilt ya head back, tilt ya head back)
All night
(Bring it back up slowly, that's right)

Now situations, girl
They often change
Sometimes for the good
Sometimes for the bad, but who's to blame?
He's right ya know (uh, uh), he's right (oh, baby girl)
He's right ya know (uh, uh), he's right, OW
You stand there looking at me (at me)
I stand herre looking at you girl (at you boy)
You know exactly what's on my mind (yeah, yeah)
It's just so easy to see (to see)
You came here looking for me (but uh, uh)
But I don't do that type of thing all the time, yeah
(You want me to)
Come here boy
I got a little something for ya
(You got a little bit, can I get a little bit? yeah, yeah)
And I don't know (I don't know what it is
But I just want to get to know ya, alright alright yeah
Yeah)

I need to daaaaaance
(Tilt ya head back, tilt ya head back)
All night
(Bring it back up slowly, that's right)
I need ya to daaaaaance
(Tilt ya head back, tilt ya head back)
All night
(Bring it back up slowly, that's right)

Hustle for me, hustle (hustle)
Hustle for me, hustle (hustle)
Hustle for me, hustle (hustle)
Hustle for me, yeah

So, you got some nerve thinking you're so
I got a little bit of that
A little bit of this
A little bit of back
With a little bit of ---
You stand there looking at me (at me)
I stand herre looking at you girl (at you boy)
You know exactly what's on my mind (yeah, yeah)
It's just so easy to see (to see)
You came here looking for me (but uh, uh)
But I don't do that type of thing all the tiiiiiiiiiiiime
(You want me to)
Come here boy
I got a little something for ya
(You got a little bit, can I get a little bit? yeah, yeah)
And I don't know (I don't know what
It is but I just want to get to know ya, alright alright yeah
Yeah)

I need to daaaaaance
(Tilt ya head back, tilt ya head back)
All night
(Bring it back up slowly, that's right)
I need ya to daaaaaance
(Tilt ya head back, tilt ya head back)
All night
(Bring it back up slowly, that's right)

Hey! (Give her what she want
Give her what she want, uh)
Oooohooooh, oooh yea, ha
Oh Nelly
Nelly, Nelly, you make me so sweaty baby
Yeayeayeayeayeayea OH

Hey! (Give her what she want
Give her what she want, uh)
Oooohooooh, oooh yea, ha
Oh Nelly
Nelly, Nelly, you make me so sweaty baby
Yeayeayeayeayeayea OH

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Right Back At You - Lyrics - The Infamous - Mobb Deep

Title: Right Back At You
Album: The Infamous
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): D Coles, Kejuan W Muchita, C Woods, Albert J Johnson, Les Mccann, ,T Perry

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, check it out now
Run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whatever
We can die together
As long as I send your maggot ass to the essence
I don't give a fuck about my presence

I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait
For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel
Twenty-four seven, Mac 11 is my people

So, why you wanna end your little life like this?
'Cuz now you bump heads wit kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive the last night
Damn right, I ain't trying to fight

We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor
My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore
Ways of action, I grab the gat and
Ain't no turning back when I start blasting

Pick up the handle and insert the potion
Cock the shit back in a calm like motion
No signs of anger or fear 'cuz you the one in danger
Never share your plans with a stranger, word is born

I put the glock on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get busy without your crew
Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do
You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you

I put the glock on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get busy without your crew
Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do
You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you

Fuck where you're at kid, it's where you're from
'Cuz where I'm from, niggaz pack nuthin' but the big guns
Around my way, niggaz don't got remorse for out of towners
Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder

The loud sounder, ear ringer
And I'ma point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers
You got a real ice grill but are you really real?
Step to the hill, then I'ma test your gun skills

'Cuz real niggaz don't try to profile
You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyle
But swing that bullshit this way
And I'ma make your visit to the bridge a muthafukin' short stay

Queensbridge, that's where I'm from
The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done
Six blocks and you might not make it through
What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you?
Wit macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush
You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fuck

What the hell you smoking? What the fuck possessed you
To come out your face? Now I have to wet you
Throw on my tims, black mask and black serpent
Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30

'Cuz I put the glock on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get busy without your crew
Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do
You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you

Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it live
Rocking convertibles, drop tops and mad high?
Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team
Who's organize, all eyeballs is on cream

And your whole clique got nothin' but raw shit
Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks
Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable
In the jungle, banging Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu

There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons
Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns
You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in saran
Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand
Masked avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender
Get ninjaed on the island, plus the bridge, boy remember

My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling
The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him, slow down cousin
But he vexed and niggaz getting wet up in the projects
But wit no doubt, shorty's out for his respect

But is his brain insane from the lye
From smoking that 118, [Incomprehensible]
Why, a nigga just died last week
As he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the street

But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac
His eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his back
But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed
Wit a firepack, don't even go there, 'cuz it ain't like that

Slow down baby, he said, "What, you trying to play me?"
You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me
Then he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me
Thug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy

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Where You At - Lyrics - Angel - Amanda Perez

Title: Where You At
Album: Angel
Artist: Amanda Perez
Composer(s): Amanda Perez

Lyric:
Uhh where you at huh? Where you at huh?
Uhh where you at huh? Where you at huh?

Since the age of eleven
Stayed in my room twenty-four seven
Yeah I stayed in da lab with a pen and a pad
'Cause music was all I had

So God gifted my music God be gifting
Yeah they be tripin' on all the music that I be mixin'
It can be Hip Hop or R and B yeah I can rap the mic you see
Got any questions go head and give me a ring

I can make a beat for you in ten minutes or less
I'm the best and I'll have you stress go ahead and give me a test
'Cause it's right here I guarentee that I can prove it
I don't need no one to make my music 'cause I write it produce it

And to those who had money but wouldn't bring me up
Now you stuck so can you tell me what, what, what tell me what

Now what, where you at?
Now what, where you at?
Now what, where you at?
I'm right in the front you way too back

Now what, where you at?
Now what, where you at?
Now what, where you at?
Huh huh where you at?

Now what, where you at?
Now what, where you at?
Now what, where you at?
I'm right in the front you way too back

Now what, where you at?
Now what, where you at?
Now what, where you at?
Huh huh where you at?

Now what, where you at?
Now what, where you at?
Now what, where you at?
I'm right in the front you way too back

Now what, where you at?
Now what, where you at?
Now what, where you at?
Huh huh where you at?

See everything I do is with my blood, sweat and tears
Give you what I feel make you love what you hear
There ain't one in this world would ever bring me down
Five years from now still be in town breaking it down

Nothing but grand material bump this shit in your sterio
Got you wanting sterical 'cause my shit so lyrical
To all the men who said they put my foot in the door
Just took my music now it's me that they ignore

Tell that everyone in the game, they didn't know what wasn't so
They told me I was worth much, much more
They said I deserve my big chance so I signed that contract
Now I'm set ten years in advance

To those who didn't give a suck I wish you luck
Now can you please tell me what, what, what tell me what

Now what, where you at?
Now what, where you at?
Now what, where you at?
I'm right in the front you way too back

Now what, where you at?
Now what, where you at?
Now what, where you at?
Huh huh where you at?

Now what, where you at?
Now what, where you at?
Now what, where you at?
I'm right in the front you way too back

Now what, where you at?
Now what, where you at?
Now what, where you at?
Huh huh where you at?

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How Did He Love You - Lyrics - After 7

Title: How Did He Love You
Artist: After 7
Composer(s): Jonathan Buck

Lyric:
Wake up in the morning to our song
It's torture 'cause I left the radio on
Don't wanna turn it off reminiscing about you
I guess I'm gonna leave the damn thing on
'Cause it's sitting across the room

I've gotta spend my days working hard
To come home to myself
Trying to get you out of my mind, oh girl

Thinking of the things we used to do
I try to compensate for you
But nothing seems to work
Baby, can I ask you

How did he love you?
Does he want you?
Does he wake up in the night
Just to stare at you asleep?

Does he hold you?
Does he flaunt you?
Does he do it, do it
Like we did it back at home
At home, at home?

Just thinking about the way that we made love
Just layin' all day and squeezin' each other tight, yea
I miss those days, oh baby, would you bring them back
It's not right for me tonight, baby

How does it feel to know
You hurt someone so bad, now baby
How do you live with yourself, oh girl

You're probably out there
Having fun with your other man
Well I don't give a damn, baby
Come back to me, girl

How did he love you?
Does he want you?
Does he wake up in the night
Just to stare at you asleep?

Does he hold you?
Does he flaunt you?
Does he do it, do it
Like we did it back at home
At home, at home?

How did he love you?
Does he want you?
Does he wake up in the night
Just to stare at you asleep?

Does he hold you?
Does he flaunt you?
Does he do it, do it
Like we did it back at home
At home, at home?

I don't give a damn where you are, oh, girl
Baby, come back home to your man
Home to your love, I must be a fool, girl, oh

I don't understand why you left, no
Please justify your reason then come back
Please come back

How did he love you?
Does he want you?
Does he wake up in the night
Just to stare at you asleep?

Does he hold you?
Does he flaunt you?
Does he do it, do it
Like we did it back at home
At home, at home?

How did he love you?
Does he want you?
Does he wake up in the night
Just to stare at you asleep?

Does he hold you?
Does he flaunt you?
Does he do it, do it
Like we did it back at home
At home, at home?

How did he love you?
Does he want you?
Does he wake up in the night
Just to stare at you asleep?

Does he hold you?
Does he flaunt you?

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Void In My Life - Lyrics - The Sound of Revenge - Chamillionaire

Title: Void In My Life
Album: The Sound of Revenge
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Ralph Palladino, Larry Ditommaso, T Janicki, Hakeem Seriki, Twin

Lyric:
When I look back at my life
I realize, realize something ain't right
I'm missing You Lord, in my life make it right

I got something to decide
Just wanna make, wanna make everything right
'Cause there's a huge void
A huge void in my life make it right

I'm staring up at the Pope, it soak it up while he spoke it
Mesmerized and repeated, like he the author that wrote it
The broads are the ones I love just don't wanna be the corporate
So waiting for death to approach this take the time to say no sis

I don't hate ya, for having these little seeds
At 17, best believe they're a beautiful breeze
Of fresh air when their's nothing else I usually need
Just a smile look at 'em now hoping you just believe

And my broad been in place forever I'm gone but I'm chasing cheddar
Been gone could of kept it going with a poem or a basic letter
But naw I just hate to tell her try hard but I didn't let her
The groupies get at your boy but you're my Cinderella

Look girl we can make it better but there's a gift and a curse
While you healing a nigga feelings, yours are usually hurt
It ain't amount of cash on earth to match what you really worth
Know your turf has been the church that's where you put in work

And you put in overtime because you know the sign
And most danger that I've been lately rap is mo' than rhymes
But you still hold me down I'ma do way mo' this time
Got some time that I need to manage girl you know that's right

And that's speaken like a true deacon 'cause even to see you sleeping
That comfortably ain't enough for me anything that you needing
I'll cease anything that squeaks and cease any sink that leaks
Ain't nothing gon' interrupt, your sleep deep into them sheets and peep

When I look back at my life
I realize, realize something ain't right
I'm missing You Lord, in my life make it right

I got something to decide
Just wanna make, wanna make everything right
'Cause there's a huge void
A huge void in my life make it right

How your father call the police, have your mama put in the jail
When the arguments always started and ended up in a cell
Hard to it was the thought of this ring that you use to wear
As I darted out the apartment and pawned it to get the bail

Argument after argument drama wasn't hitting well
Target it ain't no harm in it smart so I didn't tell
God that it was the hardest yeah life was a living hell
Spent part of it steady dodging it charging off in the trails

Father say he a Muslim your mama say she a Christian
The Bible or the Koran which one would you be picking
The cards are in your palm ain't really no use in tripping
Be true to the one you choose ain't really no use in switching

Yeah they gon' have to be mad at us choice is something I had to trust
Standing up 'cause I had enough for my blessings not adding up
Take too many things for granted right after that metal gedal bust
Somebody's life is missing that's when the spirit grabbing us

When I look back at my life
I realize, realize something ain't right
I'm missing You Lord, in my life make it right

I got something to decide
Just wanna make, wanna make everything right
'Cause there's a huge void
A huge void in my life make it right

A religion is what you missing someone tell me how can it
Make people panic mention God and all the weak people vanish
Take God your woman and your family even your own life for granted
Until you slanted on the planet with your face in the granite

And I won't have it I don't wanna see my coaching divided
So I decided to remind it there's a choice and provide it
So put your ego to the side soon as you standing beside it
Raise your right hand and let the spirit know it's invited

Don't need to fight it I just wanna make it right 'fore they bury me
'Cause the truth is like therapy plus my conscience is tearing me
Into pieces as deadly was dealt was not even fair to me
To the soldiers that passed in the game we missing you terribly

Thank my family especially in my mind like telepathy
Staying humbles the recipe keep my faith and he blessing me
I use the energy left in me to make sure they respecting me
Walk the steps of my destiny like I know he protecting me

I'm a leader believe the people won't get to see less of me
No they won't see the death of me or no police arresting me
I live life so successfully and just show 'em the best of me
On another level mentally this position was meant for me

When I look back at my life
I realize, realize something ain't right
I'm missing you Lord, in my life make it right

I got something to decide
Just wanna make, wanna make everything right
'Cause there's a huge void
A huge void in my life make it right, my life

Chamillitary Mayne

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Shoot Me Again - Lyrics - St. Anger - Metallica

Title: Shoot Me Again
Album: St. Anger
Artist: Metallica
Composer(s): Robert Jens Rock, Kirk Hammett, James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich

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Lyric:
I won't go away, right, right here I stay
Stand silent in flames, stand tall 'til it fades

Shoot me again, I ain't dead yet
C'mon, shoot me again, I ain't dead yet
I said, shoot me again, I ain't dead yet
C'mon, shoot me again, I ain't dead yet

C'mon, shoot me again, shoot me again, shoot me
Shoot me again, shoot me again
C'mon, shoot me again, shoot me again, shoot me
Shoot me again, shoot me again, c'mon

All the shots I take, I spit back at you
All the shits you fake comes back to haunt you
All the shots, all the shots
All the shots I take, what difference did I make?
All the shots I take, I spit back at you

I won't go away with a bullet in my back
Right, right here I stay with a bullet in my back

Shoot me, take a shot, shoot me, take a shot
Shoot me, take a shot, shoot me, take a shot

I stand on my own with a bullet in my back
I'm stranded and sold with a bullet in my back

Shoot me again, I ain't dead yet
C'mon, shoot me again, I ain't dead yet
Yeah, shoot me again, I ain't dead yet
C'mon, shoot me again, I ain't dead yet

I said, shoot me again, shoot me again, c'mon
Shoot me again, shoot me again, c'mon
Shoot me again, shoot me again, shoot me
Shoot me again, shoot me again, yeah

All the shots I take, I spit back at you
All the shits you fake comes back to haunt you
All the shots, all the shots
All the shots I take, hey, what difference did I make?
All the shots I take, I spit back at you

Bite my tongue, trying not to shoot back
No compromise, my heart won't pump the other way

Wake the sleeping giant, wake the beast
Wake the sleeping dog, no, let him sleep
Wake the sleeping giant, wake the beast
Wake the sleeping dog, no, let him sleep
Bite my tongue and trying not to shoot back

All the shots I take, I spit back at you, yeah
All the shits you fake comes back to haunt you
All the shots, all the shots
All the shots I take, hey, what difference did I make?
All the shots I take, I spit back at you

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Point The Finger - Lyrics - Gerald Levert

Title: Point The Finger
Artist: Gerald Levert
Composer(s): Kevin Gamble, Gerald Levert, G Mcfadden, Edwin Nicholas, J Whitehead

Lyric:
Sit down little brother, let's talk awhile
I know you're going through the same thing I'm going through
But that's the changes that love put you through
Put you through, put you through

Said it ain't the same, she's calling you out your name
Looking through your clothes and things
Don't trust you like she used to
Everything going wrong, she's pointing the finger at you

I've been lying and I'm cheating
Sleeping 'round with everyone
There's no future, I'm gonna lose her
I'm only out to have some fun

I'm gonna choke her and don't smoke her
I need to get my head right
But it's funny when you need money
Then I'm the kind of man you like

Remember when you point the finger
Three is pointing back at you
And all the accusations you've been makin'
Is probably something you would do

Remember when you point the finger
Three is pointing back at you
And all the accusations you've been makin'
Is probably something you would do

Say I ain't working, I'm just jerking
Can't miss the Jerry Springer show
No home training, just complaining
About songs that's on the radio

Always dreaming about singing
And how I'm gonna be a super star
I'm going places, I'm gonna make it
And I ain't even got no car

Remember when you point the finger
Three is pointing back at you
And all the accusations you've been makin'
Is probably something you would do

Remember when you point the finger
Three is pointing back at you
And all the accusations you've been makin'
Is probably something you would do

Da da da, da da da
Da da da da, da da da
Might be your lady, yeah
Your best friend's lady yeah, yeah
Can I get my brother to sing

Da da da, da da da
Da da da da, da da da
Might be your lady, lady
Or somebody else's lady
Your best friend neighbor yeah

Remember when you point the finger
Three is pointing back at you
And all the accusations you've been makin'
Is probably something you would do

Remember when you point the finger
Three is pointing back at you
And all the accusations you've been makin'
Is probably something you would do

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Back At Your Door - Lyrics - It Won't Be Soon Before Long - Maroon 5

Title: Back At Your Door
Album: It Won't Be Soon Before Long
Artist: Maroon 5
Composer(s): Jesse Carmichael, Adam Levine

Lyric:
From the moment the lights went off
Everything had changed
Lie awake in an empty room
In my head, it all feels the same

Like the taste of the day you left
It still lingers on my breath
And the dampness of tears that left
That stain where you had wept

All alone with the negligee
That still hangs off of my bed
I keep meaning to give it away
But I just leave it there instead

No need to cry about it
I cannot live without it
Every time I wind up back at your door

Why do you do this to me?
You penetrate right through me
Every time I wind up back at your door

Three more days 'til I see your face
I'm afraid, it's far too much
Cook a meal and fix up the place
Dial your number, hang it up

If I took you for granted
I apologize for acting tough
You're my reason for living
And there's no way I'm giving up

No need to cry about it
I cannot live without it
Every time I wind up back at your door

Why do you do this to me?
You penetrate right through me
Every time I wind up back at your door

Now every evening is a bitter fight
And I'm eating all alone on a Friday night
And I know what your friends say
?He?s just wasting your love and time?
I will never let you change your mind

No need to cry about it
I cannot live without it
Every time I wind up back at your door

Why do you do this to me?
You penetrate right through me
Every time I wind up back at your door

No need to cry about it
I may just die without it
Every time I wind up back at your door

Why do you do this to me?
You penetrate right through me
Every time I wind up back at your door
Every time I wind up back at your door
Every time I wind up back at your door

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Hot Boys &Amp; Girls - Lyrics - Master P

Title: Hot Boys &Amp; Girls
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): David Garcia, Percy Miller, Vyshonn King Miller, Michael Tyler, Mia Young

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Lyric:
Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

Nigga, I?m the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beer
M Y S T I-kal it?s the man right chea
I ain?t the ?90 through the ?94 Buffallo Bills
I ain?t Dennis Rodman?s hair and I ain?t Holyfield?s ear
I ain?t that damn man you see standin? at the Apollo
I ain?t that 298 dollar 60 cent check from McDonald?s
Bitch I?m the line through the T and the dot on the I
I?m the motherfuckin? crocodile tears when you cry

I?m the lightning in bad weather
I?m that nigga in that picture on your girlfriend dresser
I ain?t no ho, I ain?t no punk, I ain?t no bitch, I ain?t no fag
I ain?t no sucker, I ain?t no trick, I ain?t no snitch, I ain?t no rat
I?m that 20,000 dollar a pop every stop when I?m tourin?
I?m that fire, on that last verse of Make ?em say uhh
I ain?t that same ol? same ordinary, everyday rapper
Bitch, I killed Kenny, so I guess I?m that bastard

Where the hot boys at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there
Where the hot girls at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there

Where the hot boys at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there
Where the hot girls at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

I?m the bitch that say bring it on if you want to
From the city where we known, baby, for what we goin' do
I?m the lady alligator who?s the calm in that water
I?m the migrane in your head bumping harder and harder
I?m the floss hard hoe nigga that cocks the squat
Dead smack on your face like that infrared dot
I?m the index finger on the trigger, don?t move
Woops, saw you blink your eyes now you goin' make the news

If I catch you in the club and you start to trippin'
I?m the fifty brass knuckles that?s goin' hit your chin
All the snitchers sitting down with the feds to yap
I?m the loud hard, on the rat trap
I?m the drama in your heart when your people get killed
I?m the feeling in your stomach when you get your last meal
I?m the hardcore undisputed hip-hop diva
I?m the lady on report card day, I?m Mama Mia

Where the real niggas at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there

Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
Where they at, where they at

I?m the past that always seems to come back and haunt ya
I?m the four five carrier, mister grenade launcher
I?m the nigga with the gun, that reacts where the dollar at
I?m the nigga with the six hundred everybody?s tryin' to holler at
I be the bookie that you pay niggas to keep off your ass

I be the reason why you didn?t pass, the reason why you cut class
I be the reason why they buried ya, and carried ya
I be the nigga that put the wood in your fiancée
The reason why she didn?t marry ya
I be the nigga that trying to keep 'round, and hang around your sister
I be the nigga they call Silkk 'The Shocker', you might call me mister

Now I got a drop top, I?m a ghetto wise guy
Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by
Case over like the last don, like all the cash gone
Answer wrong, 'coz I?m the little brother of the last don
[Incomprehensible] can?t mix, flip shit, loose licks ain?t shift
Plus I gotta pair of seamans shoes, can I make fit, your a fake bitch
Keep my ice wrist, keep her tight bitch, between the trigger
Keep a tight grip, infared on my shit so I don?t miss
Now I?m that razor that cuts the dope, it ain?t nothin but a 504
Member the one they call Vito, yeah, that?s me
(You know)

Where the hot boys at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there

Where the hot girls at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there

I?m the enemy behind, so watch your back
When the live brown hit the chamber, I?m the click clack
When you run, I?m the danger, I?m the smack and the pimp slap
I?m the shit that bubble up when you cook that crack
The nigga that fucked up the party when I pull my strap
The nigga that fucked all the hoes I?ll be trying to mack
I was scarface, sniffing with his nose in coke
The nigga that taught your little brother how to cook that dope
The first nigga on the block that make your momma deep throat
I?m the hustlin' ass nigga with the watches and the cold

Where the real niggas at
Where they at, where they at
Where the real bitches at
Where they at, where they at

Where the hot boys at
Where they at, where they at
Where the hot girls at
Where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at

Where the hot boys at
Where the hot girls at

I?m the balls on your cell, I?m the fire down in hell
I?m the ice cream bells, I?m the gas you pump at shell
Nigga, I?m the wheels on the tank
I?m the million dollars that you want from the bank
I?m a diamond on a ring, I?m your brains when you think
I?m your bartender when you drink, I?m OJ without the shank
Nigga, I?m the M in fuckin' mob
(Mob)
I?m the clothes that you wear when you wanna jump shob
I?m the super in dome, I?m the C in chrome

I?m the hurricane that knock down your motherfucking home
I?m the K in killer, I?m the D in drug dealer
I?m the G in gangsta nigga, I?m the realest nigga
That you ever wanna meet when you walking on the street
I?m the gold on your teeth, I?m the Nike?s on your feet
I?m the nigga that moan when he rap
I?m the nigga that ran through your fucking hood and bust caps
I?m the nigga with these rhymes, I?m the last don
And I?m a end this motherfucker 'coz it ain?t no more time

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Ready To Meet Him - Lyrics - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood - Dmx

Title: Ready To Meet Him
Album: Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Let us, let us pray
I thank you Lord for my birth, and everything that's followed
I thank you Lord for today, and I will pray for tomorrow
I thank you Lord for the love of my life and a friend
I made a promise and I'm lovin' my wife till the end

I thank you Lord for your guidance, 'cause it's all that counts
And right here, right now? Lord, this is your house
I thank you Lord for a dream that came true to light
And I ask you to bless everybody, in this room tonight

I don't always do the right thing, and I ask you to forgive me
'Cause I need you here wit me, without you in my life, it's empty
I think back how some people did me like, violence was the remedy
And because I think of that now, I pray for my enemy

Not because of what I'll do, but because they don't know
There's somethin' better after here, and everybody, won't go
So I ask you to forgive them, and we'll hope they see
And I thank you for the love that, they've given to me

I will not abuse it, nor will I lead them astray
You see I love 'em like children, that I see everyday
And I pray, no, we pray, together
To get us through the bad weather, and we love you forever

Let your thought and my heart, go hand in hand
I first thought, but to start, but I stand a man
And for as long as I can, as long as you permit me
Please give me, the strength I need to live
Bear with me, amen

We each walk the path, that you've chosen
Yes

I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord

Lord, you left me stranded, and I don't know why
Told me to live my life, now I'm ready to die
Ready to fly, I cry, but I shed no tears
You told me you would dead those fears, it's been years

Snakes still comin' at me, just missin'
Sometimes I think all you do with me is just listen
I thought that I was special, that's what you told me
Homey, stop actin' like you don't know me

What'd I do so bad that it sent you away from me?
Not only sent you away, but made you stay away from me?
My child I'm here, as I've always been
It is you who went away and now are back again

What did I say? Follow your word, and be true
What did you do? Well, what I wanted to do
What have you seen? Darkness and hell at a glance
What do you want? All I want is another chance

I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord

I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord

Just because you went away, my doors are not locked
Wanna come back home? All you gotta do is knock
You see I left home a boy, but returned as a man
Full grown, and I'm still not able to stand

I gave you a hand, well, but I was lookin' the wrong way
Figured out the plan, then I started to pray
And that prayer, took me from here over there
Back to over here, now it got me like

Where do I belong, do I fit in?
Things on my mind, where do I begin?
It's easier to sin, but it hurts my heart
I'm really tryin' to win, so where do we start?

Thou shalt not steal, but what if he stole from me?
Thou shalt not kill, but what if he's tryin' to kill me?
Thou shalt not take my name in vain
No matter how hard it rains, withstand the pain

I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord

I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord

I'm ready to meet him, our father, who art in Heaven
I'm not ashamed to ask for guidance at twenty seven
No longer afraid to knock on your door
Not scared anymore to lose my life in the war

After what I just saw, I'm ridin' with the Lord
'Cause I really can't afford to lose my head by the sword
And now that I've seen, what I need to see
Please take me, where I need to be

What have you learned? It's better to tell the truth than to lie
What have you learned? To love my life until I die
What have you learned? Violence isn't always the key
What have you learned? You can't always believe what you see

What have you learned? It's better to forgive and forget
What have you learned? Give as you expect to get
What have you learned? That I can't go on without you
What have you learned? I musta been a fool to ever doubt you

I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord

I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord

I'm ready to meet him
I'm ready to meet him
I'm ready to meet him
I'm ready to meet him
I'm ready to meet him

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40 - It'S Pimpin' - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - It'S Pimpin'
Artist: E
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Earl Stevens, R Scott

Lyric:
(What is it?)
It's pimpin, what (what is it?)

It's pimpin with me, what is it with you?
Bitch hit the strip and do what you do
(Pay attention to me, and stay on the track)
(I'll be right back, when I be right back)

It's pimpin with me, what is it with you?
Bitch hit the strip and do what you do
(Pay attention to me, and stay on the track)
(I'll be right back, when I be right back)

Tryin to have a stable full of, gregarious, clear bitches
Professional wonderful ladies of leisure, merrylicious
That'll get undressed at the drop of a dime at my request
And believe that, everyrythang I tell her to do is for the best
Hoe you in violation, you in the red, wait a minute hoe
You mean to tell me you tryin to jump camp
After a big ol' player like me done buttered yo' bread?
You free to go, I ain't gon' tell you no mo'
I told you twice, you'll be back cause you need, pimpin in yo' life
That's how you gotta get at these broads, you gotta check 'em
Man a hoe'll walk all over ya if you let 'em
I give her a Chinese name (what?) Won Gone
Then I stab out, with my ham sandwich, Fleetwood Brougham
Break a bitch, pimp shit, L-R-P's
Long Range Pimpin hoe, overseas
Whites blacks Filipinos, viet-ma-nese
Atlantic City, Vegas, Reno nigga please believe

(It's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play
But he say, she say, beotch! That-a-way
(It's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play
But he say, she say, beotch! That-a-way
(It's pimpin)

She was a baby (baby) she was lame (lame)
Til I turned her out, now she's pussy trained
Pussy trained, not potty trained, but pussy trained
Pimpin you hard, you got some game
This one of the ones, I like this knock
Who did the beat? My nigga Rik Rok
He a fool - that shit on hit
You know what this remind me of? Some of that Dr. Dre shit
Blarin, imagine that shit on blast
At the Arco station after the club, pumpin some gas

(Wait a minute, waithey hold up ba-ba-bump-bump
Ba-ba-bump-ah Baby ay sweetie! Ay look here baby
Underdig this, ya underdig? Ay look here
You need to get with a boss, tell that day old seven to get lost
Yeah, cause all he gon' is damage you
All I wanna do is manage you)

It's pimpin with me, what is it with you?
Bitch hit the strip and do what you do
(Pay attention to me, and stay on the track)
(I'll be right back, when I be right back)

(It's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play
But he say, she say, beotch! That-a-way
(It's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play
But he say, she say, beotch! That-a-way
(It's pimpin)

She said just take me out to the pimp pic-nic
I'm a put it down for you
Represent that Sic'Wid'It
Whatever you want me to do
She loves me (loves me) she loves me not (loves me not)
As far as family, I'm all she got (all she got)
Pimpin and panderin, handlin these hoes
Penitentiary chancin it with these hoes
Checkin the track, collectin my scratch, and slammin Cadillac doors
Countin my stack, spat to them straps
Directin the mannerisms of these hoes
Ready for war, never too to', with Taylor shoes on my toes
Sickin my beotches on these rappers cause they be payin these hoes

It's pimpin with me, what is it with you?
Bitch hit the strip and do what you do
(Pay attention to me, and stay on the track)
(I'll be right back, when I be right back)

(It's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play
But he say, she say, beotch! That-a-way
(It's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play
But he say, she say, beotch! That-a-way
(It's pimpin)

F'real f'real nigga, I bet you that
I see a bitch nigga I bump the fattest bitch in the club
Nigga bout my pimpin nigga, I give a fuck and a half
I refuse to be livin under a bridge an'
Pushin some motherfuckin grocery baskets pimpin
Y'knahmean? (Cause it ain't in a bitch beauty
It's in her duty mayne, youknahmsayin?)
Please believe that (Yeah a real pimp'll
Put a wig on a pig mayne, I mean so fat)
Fo'shiggidy
Hey nigga hey nigga doe I'm just curious doe pimpin
Hey man straight up how many hoes you got doe f'real?
(Man I'm six deep with no sleep man
I mean fat knees, to clackin they toes
A tappin, I'm bout a pimp smackin
I don't do nuttin but finesse rest and dress man
And let these bitches do the rest, y'knahmean?)
Fo'shiggidy (I pimp SO fat)
That is the best game I can smell pimpin
I promise you, it don't get no better mayne
(I mean, I used to do this since way back when man
I didn't even have a car, I used to have a swing man
And I'll put a bitch on the fifteen gurney in a hurry man
And tell that bitch, that-a-way!)
It's pimpin to me
(It's pimpin )
(It's pimpin!)

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Hell No - Lyrics - I Pray - Amanda Perez

Title: Hell No
Album: I Pray
Artist: Amanda Perez
Composer(s): Amanda Perez

Lyric:
Yeah ooh, hell no, hell no, hell no, hell no
Oh, it's going down tonight, hell no
Yeah yeah yeah yeah hell no

Sat back and I watched you cry
Throwing dat shit gotta stop
Don't think I'm hurt 'coz in the back
Of the 'Lac I find a female shirt

You can run but you can't hide
I know to much to hear those lies
What I say gonna go
If you ask me to leave I'mma say, ?Hell no?

Uh uh, hell no, you ain't taking the Benz
You ain't chillin' at the club with none of your friends
Uh uh, hell no, boy you think you slick
Tryna go to the bar to go see that bitch

Uh uh, hell no, I don't play no games
What you doing right now, what you did back in the day
Uh uh, hell no, I don't mess wit kids and
If you don't like the way I am, it is what it is

Can't give me respect better rip your grip
Never talk back boy 'coz I'm your pimp
Oh, you don't like that, you don't like when I fight back
'Coz you can handle it, I can talk to dudes but you can talk to tricks

Uh uh, hell no, you ain't taking the Benz
You ain't chillin' at the club with none of your friends
Uh uh, hell no, boy you think you slick
Tryna go to the bar to go see that bitch

Uh uh, hell no, I don't play no games
What you doing right now, what you did back in the day
Uh uh, hell no, I don't mess wit kids and
If you don't like the way I am it is what it is

Uh uh, hell no, you ain't taking the Benz
You ain't chillin' at the club with none of your friends
Uh uh, hell no, boy you think you slick
Tryna go to the bar to go see that bitch

Uh uh, hell no, I don't play no games
What you doing right now what you did back in the day
Uh uh, hell no, I don't mess wit kids
And if you don't like the way I am, it is what it is

You don't wanna test me
Have to call the police to come a arrest me, you know what the rest be
I'll come to the crib and tear the door down
Tell me who's da hoe now, tell me who runs the show now

Everything that you got is 'cause I pay for you
All the money that you have is 'cause I save for you
Boy, I sit you on my couch like you's my son
You don't wanna play with me boy I ain't the one

Uh uh, hell no, you ain't taking the Benz
You ain't chillin' at the club with none of your friends
Uh uh, hell no, boy you think you slick
Tryna go to the bar to go see that bitch

Uh uh, hell no, I don't play no games
What you doing right now what you did back in the day
Uh uh, hell no, I don't mess wit kids
And if you don't like the way I am, it is what it is

Uh uh, hell no, you ain't taking the Benz
You ain't chillin' at the club with none of your friends
Uh uh, hell no, boy you think you slick
Tryna go to the bar to go see that bitch

Uh uh, hell no, I don't play no games
What you doing right now what you did back in the day
Uh uh, hell no, I don't mess wit kids
And if you don't like the way I am, it is what it is

Uh uh, hell no, you ain't taking the Benz
You ain't chillin' at the club with none of your friends
Uh uh, hell no, boy you think you slick
Tryna go to the bar to go see that bitch

Uh uh, hell no, I don't play no games
What you doing right now what you did back in the day
Uh uh, hell no, I don't mess wit kids
And if you don't like the way I am, it is what it is

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Too Long - Lyrics - Lil' Romeo

Title: Too Long
Artist: Lil' Romeo
Composer(s): Lil' Romeo, Arthur Ross, Leon Ware, Percy Miller

Lyric:
Yo Diezel, yeah, this one right here
This for everybody that believed in me
I mean my fans, my peeps
Yeah, that's right

It can't be I stayed away too long
(Lil' Romeo)
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
(Did I, really did I?)

It's not my thing trying to get back
(I'm done working, now I gotta get back)
This time let me tell you where I'm at
(I'm right here ya'll)

This is to all my fans that bought my CD
I love ya'll, without ya'll I couldn't be me
You keep a smile on my face, every time I'm away
This is for the kids from state to state
I wanna thank ya'll for just standing in line
Giving me a chance, thanks for helping me shine
I love music but I really do it for ya'll
It's a wonderful feeling when I walk through the mall

Love is all I need because of that I succeed
Hearing kids screaming, it's a wonderful thing
Every night I thank God and go to sleep with a prayer
Every time I hear my name, I know that you care
It makes me happy knowing I touch your heart
I got ya'll 'coz ya'll was there from the start
So if you're ever at home alone and scared
Just put in the CD and I'll be there okay

It can't be I stayed away too long
(Lil' Romeo)
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
(Did I, really did I?)

It's not my thing trying to get back
(I'm done working, now I gotta get back)
This time let me tell you where I'm at
(I'm right here ya'll)

It can't be I stayed away too long
(Lil' Romeo)
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
(Did I, really did I?)

It's not my thing trying to get back
(I'm done working, now I gotta get back)
This time let me tell you where I'm at
(I'm right here ya'll)

To my brother, sisters, cousins and all
You were there from day one, you been through it all
We're family, your my next of kin
You taught me play hard, try my best to win
Never sell myself short even off the court
Especially my parents, ya'll showed me the road, so kept it real
Taught me my rights and wrongs
This is how I feel, this is more than a song

To my uncles and aunties, I love ya'll too
You always taught me no matter what tell the truth
Together we stand, separated we fall
If there's anything you need just give me a call
I'll be there in a flash if you need me just ask
Rest in peace to everybody in the world that passed
When times are hard and you breaking in tears
Just look on your side 'coz I'll be right there, okay

It can't be I stayed away too long
(Lil' Romeo)
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
(Did I, really did I?)

It's not my thing trying to get back
(I'm done working, now I gotta get back)
This time let me tell you where I'm at
(I'm right here ya'll)

It can't be I stayed away too long
(Lil' Romeo)
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
(Did I, really did I?)

It's not my thing trying to get back
(I'm done working, now I gotta get back)
This time let me tell you where I'm at
(I'm right here ya'll)

Couldn't live without radios and MTV, Nickelodeon can't forget B E T
All the record stores, everybody on tour
All the magazines, I keep it hot for ya'll
To my number 1 fans, my picture man
To my dancers helping me do my dance
To my basketball coach and my basketball team
One love for helping me fulfill my dream
To my teachers in school, to my friends in class

To all of the good times as well as the bad
To all of the people I ain't seen in years
Keep your head up, remember I'll be right there
I been around the world
Done so much in a year
Come to find out, that so much of you care
That's why I picked this track ya'll put me right where I'm at
I love ya'll, it feel good to be back, okay

It can't be I stayed away too long
(Lil' Romeo)
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
(Did I, really did I?)

It's not my thing trying to get back
(I'm done working, now I gotta get back)
This time let me tell you where I'm at
(I'm right here ya'll)

It can't be I stayed away too long
(Lil' Romeo)
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
(Did I, really did I?)

It's not my thing trying to get back
(I'm done working, now I gotta get back)
This time let me tell you where I'm at
(I'm right here ya'll)

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Cheatin' Heart Cafe - Lyrics - Your Filthy Little Mouth - David Lee Roth

Title: Cheatin' Heart Cafe
Album: Your Filthy Little Mouth
Artist: David Lee Roth
Composer(s): Terry Kilgore, David Lee Roth

Lyric:
David, maybe you can help me without
Goin' back and listening to the lyrics
Sure, what's up, Travis?
You know what, do we wanna do everything in unison
Or you wanna swap back and forth?

How 'bout if I take the first two lines
And then you take the next two
And we just rock on from there?

She came from Dallas, that kid was aces
She dressed like Texas, wide open spaces
He drove a pickup and wore no underwear
She sang the words wrong but he don't care

They both were trouble, they took a chance
Now every snowflake pleads not guilty after the avalanche
Get it straight or, honey, give it up
You got to get right back to where we started from

Are we gonna be late at the gate of dreams?
Destiny's a complicated thing

I was leavin' but I'm thinkin' that I oughta stay, yeah
I wanna chase you 'cross the dance floor
At that old Cheatin' Heart Cafe

She was atomic without a doubt
That cowgirl shirt she wore contained a lot of fallout
He was a cowboy, was what she wanted
The closest to a cow, she'd been was eating at McDonald's

Just liked barbed wire, her attitude
Protected the turf without obstructing the view
So get it straight or, honey, give it up
You gotta get right back to where we started from

She took her clothes off but kept the boots
He wanted wonder woman
To tie him up and make him tell the truth
Alright, nothin' but the truth

See, I was leavin' but I'm thinkin' that I oughta stay
And I see that, honey, I have lost my way
We got a permanent place at that old Cheatin' Heart Cafe
You know we do, well, alright

Don't you wanna go?

I wanna chase you 'cross the dance floor
At that old Cheatin' Heart Cafe

Chase each other 'round the room, some girl
Comin' to get ya

Gonna get it back
Gotta get right back
Get it back
Gotta get right back

Get it back
Gotta get right back
Get it back
Gotta get right back

Get it back
Gotta get right back
Get it back

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Right Thurr - Lyrics - Jackpot - Chingy

Title: Right Thurr
Album: Jackpot
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Alonso Lee, Howard Bailey, S Daugherty

Lyric:
Uh, hey dirty
(What)
Look at that girl right thurr
(Oh)
She make me say
Ooh, ooh
(Yea)
Ooh, ooh
(Hey)
Do what you do
(C'mon boy)

I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Swing your hips when your walkin', let down your hurr
(Down your hurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Lick your lips when your talkin' that make me sturr
(Make me sturr)

I like the way you look in them pants, said ya fine
(Fine)
Your momma a quarter piece, she far from a dime
(Dime)
The type of girl that'll getcha up and go make you grind
(Grind)
I'm thinkin' 'bout snatchin' her up, dirty, makin' her mine
Look at her hips
(What?)
Look at her legs, ain't she stacked?
(Stacked)
I sure wouldn't mind hittin' that from the back
(Back)
I like it when I touch it cuz she moan a l'il bit
Jeans saggin' so I can see her thong l'il bit
I know your grown a l'il bit, twenty years old, you legal
Don't trip off my people, just hop in the Regal
I swooped on her like an eagle swoopin' down on its pray
I know your popular, but you gon'be famous today
(Ah, ah, ah)
(Say)

I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Swing your hips when your walkin', let down your hurr
(Down your hurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Lick your lips when your talkin' that make me sturr
(Make me sturr)

I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Swing your hips when your walkin', let down your hurr
(Down your hurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Lick your lips when your talkin' that make me sturr
(Ah)
(Make me sturr)

She be stoppin' in Frontenac
Just look at her front to back
Man she so stacked and she know that I want that
Her man, he's so whack, girl can I taste yo khaki
For three hundred to strip, like buyin' a throwback
She stayin' the club
(Club)
I can be seein' she got it honest
In real life girl remind me of Pocahontas
She be at events
(Yea)
So I'm impressed when she pass
(Yea)
All the high rollin' cats wanna pay for that
(Aah)
Ain't no half steppin'
(Steppin')
Strapped wit a nice weapon
(Weapon)
Trick, it's against the law for her to move them hips
If you ever seen her dirty, your mouth gon' drop
Worldwide fools probably tell you this off tops
(Ah, ah, ah)

I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Swing your hips when your walkin', let down your hurr
(Down your hurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Lick your lips when your talkin' that make me sturr
(Make me sturr)

I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Swing your hips when your walkin', let down your hurr
(Down your hurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Lick your lips when your talkin' that make me sturr
(Make me sturr)

I like it when she doin' that
(C'mon)
Plus I like it when she bring it back
(Ooh)
(Say it)
Ooh
(Uh huh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
(Uh huh)
Do what you do
(Woo)

I like it when she doin' that
(Aah)
(C'mon)
Plus I like it when she bring it back
(Say it)
Ooh
(Uh huh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
(Uh huh)
Do what you do
(Woo)

Gimme what you go for a pork chop
(Uh)
She threw it at me like I was a short stop
(Uh)
Twerkin' in a phatty girl halter top
Then she back it for me and let it drop
(Drop)
Make it hop
(Boing)
Like a bunny
(Bunny)
Girl can I touch you where it's sunny
Or a purse and make you give her some money
She should pose for Sports Illustrated
It's like a picture perfect site
When she pass all the other girls hate it
(But I)

I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Swing your hips when your walkin', let down your hurr
(Down your hurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Lick your lips when your talkin' that make me sturr
(Make me sturr)

I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Swing your hips when your walkin', let down your hurr
(Down your hurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Lick your lips when your talkin' that make me sturr
(Make me sturr)

I like that
(Uh huh)
I like that
(Uh huh)
I like that
(Uh huh)
I like that
(Track stars)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Do what you do
I like that
(Yea)
I like that
(Yea)
I like that
(Yea)
I like that
(Chingy)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Do what you do

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