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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Rubbin' It In - Lyrics - Single White Female - Chely Wright

Title: Rubbin' It In
Album: Single White Female
Artist: Chely Wright
Composer(s): Chad Smith

Lyric:
Last night, I went out with some old friends
I couldn't help but think of you again
Someone was wearing your cologne
What a cruel way to remind me that you're gone

A couple danced over by the jukebox
Hand in hand, I thought they'd never stop
They played our song again and again
How could anyone be so insensitive

They're laughing at me, I just know it
As if they knew all along I'd blow it
Everywhere I turn
Something reminds me of the way things were

I love you, I lost you
I know what a fool I've been
And it seems like the whole world
Keeps rubbin' it in

Every time I turn on the TV
I come across one of our favorite movies
A love story that ends with a kiss
How'd the cable company get in on this

I swear I pass you when I'm on the highway
Since when did everyone drive red Chevrolet's
It never really is your car
I think some people have taken this a little too far

They're laughing at me, I just know it
As if they knew all along I'd blow it
Everywhere I turn
Something reminds me of the way things were

I love you, I lost you
I know what a fool I've been
And it seems like the whole world
Keeps rubbin' it in

They're laughing at me, I just know it
As if they knew all along I'd blow it
Everywhere I turn
Something reminds me of the way things were

I love you, I lost you
I know what a fool I've been
And it seems like the whole world
Keeps rubbin' it in
Yeah, it seems like the whole world
Keeps rubbin' it

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Put It In Your Mouth - Lyrics - Akinyele

Title: Put It In Your Mouth
Artist: Akinyele
Composer(s): Akinyele Adams, Reginald Hargis, Kia Jeffries

Lyric:
My baby left me
Left me sad and blue
I didn't know what to do
Without my baby baby baby

And then I met his best friend
And he took me to his house
And I said, I said, I said
(What you said, baby)
Let me tell you what I said

Put it in my mouth
She said put it in her mouth
I said my muthafuckin' mouth
I mean her muthafuckin' mouth

Put it in my mouth
She said put it in her mouth
My muthafuckin' mouth
I mean her muthafuckin' mouth

Put it in my mouth
She said put it in her mouth
My muthafuckin' mouth
I mean her muthafuckin' mouth

You wanna go down why not
I be like Herbie and han you a cock
And tell you that my name is AK
Get on your knees, make like the breeze begin to blow
But don't give me no Ralph Loren grin
If you're not down to go low
(Dump it in my mouth)

I'm all about mouth fuckin'
Only if you down for dick suckin'
If not, bj in the bed, keep truckin'
And fuck chap sticks
I'm comin' ashes hell wit chapped dicks
For your chapped ass lips

Treatin' your teeth like dentists as I'm rubbin' them
With an erection like injections
Fuck it, I be druggin' them
Numbing up your tonsils like ambesol anesthetic
Cummin' down your throat like chloraseptic
(Take it out my mouth)

No time for apologin', girlfriend if you
Swallowin', gargolin'
I'm givin' bitches permanent beers
Put your lips here
And catch these damn facial hairs in your mouth

Put it in my mouth
(Put it in your mouth)
I said my muthafuckin' mouth
(I said your muthafuckin' mouth)
And you can just eat me out
(Or I can just eat you out)
You can eat me out
(Yeah, what's that all about?)

Well, you can lick it, you can flip it, you can taste it
I'm talkin' every drip-drop, don't you waste it
Baby, slurp it up, it's enough to fill your cup
It's finger lickin' good and I wish a nigga would
Go down kinda slow or even fast

I was sprung once I feel your tongue
In the crack of my ass
Yes, I need a nigga goin' out like that
Boy your pack is such a tasty treat
And you can eat me out but

Put it your my mouth
(Put it in your mouth)
I said your muthafuckin' mouth
(I said your muthafuckin' mouth)
And you could just eat me out

What do ya choose to lick
Pussy or dick?
(You could eat me out)
People through out the world
(Put it in your mouth)
Man, it's your pick
(I said your muthafuckin' mouth)

What do ya choose to lick
(Put it in my mouth)
Pussy or dick?
(Put it in my mouth)
People through out the world
(I said my muthafuckin' mouth)
Yeah, it's your pick
(Just put it in my mouth)

What do you wanna lick
(Muthafuckin' mouth)
Pussy or dick?
(And you could just eat me out)
People through out the world
(In my mouth)

It's your pick, hah
(Put it in my mouth)
It's your pick, pick
(Baby, baby in my mouth)
Uhh, uhh
(Let me go down)
People through out the world

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

12 O'Clock (Explicit Album Version) - Lyrics - Marques Houston

Title: 12 O'Clock (Explicit Album Version)
Artist: Marques Houston
Composer(s): Joe Budden, C Bold, C Stokes, Marques Houston

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Lyric:
It's ya boi, M.H.
Joe Budden
(Joey)
We at it again

Ok, I got my bathin' apes, check, outfit, check
No need to iron, might need to iron
Wit these jewels on, it?s likely they'll be iron
Ask mami dancin' beside me if she ridin'

Or what she sippin' on, mink got my fitted on
She somethin' vivid on, we came to get it on
Came to get it on, drink a lil' here
Everybody throw a drink in the air
It's goin' down, come on

I stepped in da party like whoa
What's da deal wit it? Ain't no hands in da air unless it's a drink wit it
Honeys lovin' 'cus they know I rock da bells in here
Thugs wit me 'cus they know I roll wit Kells and dem

Then I spot mami shakin' like a tambourine
Wanna eat it just like a jelly bean
Mami's givin' me all these nasty dreams
And I'm glad I brought my ass to the right party

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no going home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

Stack my chips, make dem hits and
I can tell that y'all love my shit
And got my shirt off, wit my Timbs on
Here all night so you know it's going on

Mami shake it like a tambourine
Wanna eat it just like a tangerine
Mami's givin' me all these nasty dreams
Glad I brought my ass to the right party tonight

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no goin' home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

No more excuses, now in the two doors exclusive
And everything is all inclusive
We can do it all if my boys included
On da phone wit her friends invite 'em all, let's do this

Get things juicy, it's more than enough room in da jacuzzi
For you to lose the feeling of a groupie
Leave ya dude lose the feeling of a hoopty
New Kells playing feelin' on yo' booty

Keys to the Ferrar, leave in the garage
Starts wit a massage, ends wit ménage
Ends in me gettin' da skins to some DeBarge
Just 'cus she tellin' her friends it was garbage

Four a.m., gotta a babe on the cell
Five a.m., on my way to the tel
But then around six, same thing, different chick
XL mag, perfect fit, now to the bridge, let's go

Baby showin' me all these crazy things
Got me nibblin' on her belly ring
'Bout to get into the swing of things
She keep rubbin' againist my swinga thing

We off up in the other room so hot
Shorty's about to take off that pink tank top
All I wanna say is, shorty drop it like it's hot
(Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot)

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no goin' home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no goin' home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

Da, da, da

Rocafella records
MH, Joe Budden
(Joey)
TUG, Chris Stokes, I see you boy
(It's the Roc, you bastards)

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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

12 O'Clock - Lyrics - Naked - Marques Houston

Title: 12 O'Clock
Album: Naked
Artist: Marques Houston
Composer(s): Joe Budden, C Bold, C Stokes, Marques Houston

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Lyric:
It's ya boi, M.H.
Joe Budden
(Joey)
We at it again

Ok, I got my bathin' apes, check, outfit, check
No need to iron, might need to iron
Wit these jewels on, it?s likely they'll be iron
Ask mami dancin' beside me if she ridin'

Or what she sippin' on, mink got my fitted on
She somethin' vivid on, we came to get it on
Came to get it on, drink a lil' here
Everybody throw a drink in the air
It's goin' down, come on

I stepped in da party like whoa
What's da deal wit it? Ain't no hands in da air unless it's a drink wit it
Honeys lovin' 'cus they know I rock da bells in here
Thugs wit me 'cus they know I roll wit Kells and dem

Then I spot mami shakin' like a tambourine
Wanna eat it just like a jelly bean
Mami's givin' me all these nasty dreams
And I'm glad I brought my ass to the right party

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no going home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

Stack my chips, make dem hits and
I can tell that y'all love my shit
And got my shirt off, wit my Timbs on
Here all night so you know it's going on

Mami shake it like a tambourine
Wanna eat it just like a tangerine
Mami's givin' me all these nasty dreams
Glad I brought my ass to the right party tonight

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no goin' home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

No more excuses, now in the two doors exclusive
And everything is all inclusive
We can do it all if my boys included
On da phone wit her friends invite 'em all, let's do this

Get things juicy, it's more than enough room in da jacuzzi
For you to lose the feeling of a groupie
Leave ya dude lose the feeling of a hoopty
New Kells playing feelin' on yo' booty

Keys to the Ferrar, leave in the garage
Starts wit a massage, ends wit ménage
Ends in me gettin' da skins to some DeBarge
Just 'cus she tellin' her friends it was garbage

Four a.m., gotta a babe on the cell
Five a.m., on my way to the tel
But then around six, same thing, different chick
XL mag, perfect fit, now to the bridge, let's go

Baby showin' me all these crazy things
Got me nibblin' on her belly ring
'Bout to get into the swing of things
She keep rubbin' againist my swinga thing

We off up in the other room so hot
Shorty's about to take off that pink tank top
All I wanna say is, shorty drop it like it's hot
(Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot)

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no goin' home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no goin' home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

Da, da, da

Rocafella records
MH, Joe Budden
(Joey)
TUG, Chris Stokes, I see you boy
(It's the Roc, you bastards)

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

All In The Club - Lyrics - Do Or Die

Title: All In The Club
Artist: Do Or Die
Composer(s): Darnell Smith, Anthony Round, Samuel Lindley, Denise Round

Lyric:
It's about 1:51 in the club and straight packin'
With a five double-o playa playa who you back in
You lackin' I'm all up in the club gettin' action
With a ugh, full of hoes I'm smellin' like a sack and

You got my attention with your hips and thighs
Make a pimp reach his peak with your hips and eyes
Girl you know what you do to me explain a monkey
'Cause you actin' like you twenty-three, pass the Hennessey

Ballin' like you true to sin
Now we all in the clubs that you be in
Like BBD, do me in if that's the case
Doin' head and slang off in my face and pump that ass

This club track freak to the bass
Hold it down till we drop it, roll it, give it what you got, ugh
Rubbin' on my body baby till you hit the spot, huh
Dippin' big names baby roll it till it get a wash

In this baby
Why you wanna rub on me
You lookin' at my Rolex
Touchin' on my diamond ring

You all at the club girl
Tryin' to put a monkey on me
Don't take it personal
Why you want to hate on me

See some hinney flip a penny why you faking the funk
Heads or tails, anyway though you got bass in your trunk
All the playas up on the side come and smoke with me
He live when he step rep with Kenny's come and choke with me

From poor man to rich man, rich man back to poor man
All of us can party livin' in this low land
Ain't no favoritism on this side of town
What you do is bring your mob bring it on or get down

Better yet lay on back in your steady B-Low
Keep it real buddy fats and why flexin' this close
Even though we came to party, que sera sera
In the end we fell like Biggie menage a trois

In the club off in the corner, pretty girl no style
We can dip with no protection in the back of the car
Bump and grind who's left in line and this all because
Playas we ball because it's goin' and it's on in the club

In this baby
Why you wanna rub on me
You lookin' at my Rolex
Touchin' on my diamond ring

You all at the club girl
Tryin' to put a monkey on me
Don't take it personal
Why you want to hate on me

I got a taste for some Hennessey
But like they said now alazey put that man in me
Now it's on from ten to three at the club tonight
If you ain't grubbin' right you better be hookin' tight
Who got a dubb to light

You take a puff and you pass it nigga
Wipe the dust off your truck and you pass the liquor
Seven digits, figure what's the way to get picture
Diamond shinin' up my watch
And it's known to get you

Picture me and you in the club actin' bad
Pushin' in my love and we doin' for the cab
Bend it over give a nigga flashbacks
I'm about to test the pain 'cause you want me to tags at
And where you friends at

Baby don't worry get it low in a hurry
'Cause when we finish this party
You gone tell a whole story about who
Me and you what didn't did do for your whole crew knew
[Incomprehensible] I went through fool

In this baby
Why you wanna rub on me
You lookin' at my Rolex
Touchin' on my diamond ring

You all at the club girl
Tryin' to put a monkey on me
Don't take it personal
Why you want to hate on me

Say ra, say ra
Menage a trois
In the back of my car

Say ra, say ra
Menage a trois
In the back of my car

Goodness baby
Goodness baby
Goodness baby

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

40 - Ring It - Lyrics - Tha Hall of Game - E

Title: 40 - Ring It
Album: Tha Hall of Game
Artist: E
Composer(s): Anthony Douglas Gilmour, R Waller, Earl Stevens, Robert Lee Green, C Williams

Lyric:
Aight, what's really?
You hit my liker number
This Sick Wid It, Jive Records
Leave your message at the beep

Yeah, on my pager
What you say?
Oh yeah
Kick that shit then nigga

Higher than a bird, off that herb, in the O A K
Off on perv, parked on curb, rollin' up a vay
Licked it three times, laced it with the Alize
About twomp a day, baby hit me frequently
Sneak, and forty, from chocolate short-ay, we been
All prepared, 'cause my nights is no day, the broad say
I last! 'Cause you six months
But I say, she pullin' a gang of major stunts

Bust, bust niggaz, consequences when you're doin' the do
Fuck around and get caught up in a catch twenty-two
In the area, dirt and dust
Where the yah! B.A. Plus
But ain't yo sista Suga-T? Suga-T
Ain't you the one that say sprinkle me, sprinkle me
I loves me some Forty-Ridah
I seen you up in 2Pac's video poppin' your collar

I play this playa shit like Bugs Bunny
Ain't no cartoon figure nigga I makes money, ain't nuttin' funny
If you're ever in some funk, call your potnah on the cell
And leave one-eighty-seven, at the end of the number
Benzy on Washington, on the cellular phone
You could tell that the Easy Bay was his home
My people goin off like a high school build
And all my money in stacks, and all my pockets on swell

Mobbin' like a playa, but I'm still a G doe
Pager goin' off like C-3PO
Time for the Hurricane, E said word
I put a nigga on his back, fuck what you heard

If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

I be so rebel-yalous
When I'm talkin' on my phone-telyalous
You can have my baitch, but I maintain
I chop it up as a loss and charge it to the game
She said you must be playin' some kind of phone tag
'Cause every time I hit you, you don't hit me back
Why is dat? 'Cause you're hella hard to get in contact with
Thought you thought, was killin' big girl was crackin' on some crabs

Six o'clock, the girl said that's my crib be at the West plus
Due to go, left me at home be
Leavin' my ass up in the living room all alone
And I be starvin' rubbin' my monkey fiendin' for some Donkey Kong
Now you're talkin', let's get the show on the road
I know you're tired of barkin', you need to hop on my load
So we can stab out, strike rock and Arroyo Park
At the top of hill, so I can check your oil

I said ah one to the two ah two to two three, tell me why your
Baby momma keep on pagin' me, I didn't give the hoe the number
So why does she call, she says she wanna do me, and all of y'all
But I'm like that nigga on The Mack, I don't want the honey
I want the money some of you niggaz is funny style and meanwhile
I'm sellin' my piece to these tricks 'cause it's the paper chase
Laced with game, see I'm livin' in the hustlers dream, call up a player
If it's major, especially if it's scrilla nigga hit me on my pager

If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

Rang it, baby gimme a call
My name you're screamin', how I be hittin' them walls
You got me tinglin', how you be workin' them drawers
With a kiss I make 'em all say this, yeah that's raw
I glance your cut, bass we, big cheeks
With a blast headin' straight for the nut, big A&H
Got some bitches all in the cut, it's that season
Drop my number to the hoe to hit me up

Yo, you're 911ing me to death, what's all that fo'
Got my Williams and fillin' my pager and pager on the overflo'
What's happenin' with all that old bullshit is it really all that
Damn serious, You're draining the hell out of my battery
Got your partner thinkin' curious 'cause in the Y E A A R E A
The game ain't constipated, buckin' around in the Golden State where
The game originated, fools be scandalous they used to be squares
Be turnin' vicious, hit me on pager, hit me if it's major

If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
Ring, ring, ring, ring it
Ring my telephone
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
You better ring my telephone

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Friday, July 30, 2010

40 - Do It To Me - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Do It To Me
Artist: E
Composer(s): Vernon Burch, Anthony Douglas Gilmour, Trevor Smith, Earl T Stevens

Lyric:
Charlie hust', busta bust', let's do it
He, he, he, he, flip mode, sic-wid-it
You know what's best for you, you better get widdit

I heard him talkin' but then he walkin', now tell me why
They never been incarcerated in a correctional facility
For doin' this kinda street chemistry
(Hell yeah)

I'm an original rapper, retrospected by plenty, hated by people
Me, 40, we took it back as street soldier
You got my back I got your shoulder
Peas and toes, tryin' to make it, it's all oh's

Impossible is a hit never get caught diggin' in my nose
Ex d-boy used to be a big time neighborhood rock star
Although I never owned a guitar
I, uh I'm lyrically inclined with my start stutter scrilla

Type delivery, 40 and busta rhymes, was drinkin'
And smockin' hickory, on the porch one time
When I came up with this line, I was perkin'
Off of some of that Carlos Rossi wine, what cha playa patnah got

Flows, like a Latina female orgasm
Hoes, be yellin' and screamin' causin' contractions at my
Shows, they take off they clothes and throw they pantyhose on stage
Any applicable age from dookie braids to Suki braids, deal widdit

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to me
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to me
Just do anything you want to do to me
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Check it out yo, do it to me I'ma do it to you
Rubber you glue, bounce off of me I stick it on you
Weather whatever you could never ever measure my pleasure
Dig in my treasure, be making your lungs cave in together

Blow smoke out my face, pick up the pace
Speed up the race, never let a hot joint go to waste
My dogs will bark when your marksman trespass
You better use caution, your body parts might get auctioned

No need for you to keep stalkin', hell but what you talkin'
Have you dusted like a zombie lookin' straight Christopher walken
Shorty tried to call me and warn me and E-40
About these other corny rappers that ain't got nuttin' for me

You know they all blew it, time to move it
Blow the spot you knowin' how we do it, capitalize
Upgrade to gold now we platinum eyes
Keep my flavor holy sacred and pasteurized, what

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to me
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to me
Just do anything you want to do to me
(We go do it, do it, do it)

We doin' this to blow through it till you suffocate, losin' your breath
Till you satisfied, you know we do it to death
Ay, you know we do it to keep you flippin', do it for whylin'
Doin' it for me to get my hustle on, do it for profilin'

Do it for the love affair because I'm lovin' it
When we clubbin' all you hear is the live DJ rubbin' it
Runnin' it all into the ground, doin' it for days
Do it for money, know I gotta keep my bills paid

My reals be pokin' and stickin' out like nipples
The felines, be lookin' at us like we some Popsicles
Busta rhyzimes and Charlie hustle or should I say fonzarelli
Poppin' they collars and workin' they star jelly

Up in the club, order the one, the party's just begun
Love, batches outnumber the fellas ten to one push come to
Shove, forgot my gun but it won't hurt fool
My music come up out the woodwork, beatch

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to me
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to me
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to me
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
(We go do it, do it, do it)

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Make It Like It Was - Lyrics - Late Night Special - Pretty Ricky

Title: Make It Like It Was
Album: Late Night Special
Artist: Pretty Ricky
Composer(s): Corey Mathis, Stephen Garrett, R Young, Joseph Smith, Spectacular Smith, Marcus Cooper, Diamond Smith, D Sternfield, C Deveaux

Lyric:
Said I've been lookin', babe
But I can't find no one

That's why people fall in love
First kiss, first touch
Can we make it like it was?
We were in love
Can we make it like it was?

See the love I have, that I have for you
I can't explain it for you girl
Because I've been around the world and I met a lot of other girls
But they're nothin' like you, no, no, no, no

See I came at it and I came at it
Now I'm so addicted like a gambling habit
'Cuz you was the one here when I ain't have it
Now you say you're leaving me but I ain't have it

We put too much in just to pull out
This thing's just too big for me to pull out
Girl you know pleasure can't stand to see you cryin'
So I'ma love you without tryin'

That's why people fall in love
First kiss, first touch
Can we make it like it was?
We were in love
Can we make it like it was?

See the love I have, that I have for you
I can't explain it for you girl
Because I've been around the world and I met a lot of other girls
But they're nothin' like you, no, no, no, no

I reminisce on the way that it was
First kiss, first hug
24-7 you was on my mind
Baby girl you was my first love

We closer than the pages
In my composition book
But I let you walk in front
So them other playaz can look

And when they tried to holla
You point at me and say that you took
And you been in my heart
Before I know that you can cook

Girl, you shine like a brand new dime
The love I have for you is more than all my chicks combined for real

That's why people fall in love
First kiss, first touch
Can we make it like it was?
We were in love
Can we make it like it was?

See the love I have, that I have for you
I can't explain it for you girl
Because I've been around the world and I met a lot of other girls
But they're nothin' like you, no, no, no, no

See pleasure is pain and pain is love
First kiss, first touch, first hug
God had to send you up from above
2 jitterbugs on the back of the bus kissing like we grown ups

But we broke up
All of the pain we went through is on us
A couple months went by, then we woke up
Break up to make up, girl you know us

And yeah they try
But they'll neva be able to do all the things that you do
They ain't got your style, your body an' smile
They ain't really off the chain like you

Because I showed you how to ride it
And you showed me how you like it
When it's time for that good loving
You read my mind like a psychic

So wheneva I'm gone, you worry 'bout your king to return to his throne
That's why our love is so strong
And you ain't 'eva gotta worry 'bout me doin' wrong
Just long as you come back home

'Cuz dis is where you supposed to be
Right here close to me on the side of me
Baby girl you can ride wit me, 'cuz wit you
That's where I'm tryna be, you know I love you girl

That's why people fall in love
First kiss, first touch
Can we make it like it was?
We were in love
Can we make it like it was?

See the love I have, that I have for you
I can't explain it for you girl
Because I've been around the world and I met a lot of other girls
But they're nothin' like you, no, no, no, no

You know I love ya, frozen cup your wrist
So I can spoil ya, hold ya, neva ignore ya
Adore ya, when times get hard
I'll do anything for ya

Remember back in the days, Parkway
Catch an early madden day at the Emine`
Rubbin' Oil of Olay on your body, hot tamale
But 'cuz you're my shorty 'cuz you're my shorty

Life passes by when you're busy makin' plans
I'm a bigger man, a veteran
A businessman, a gentleman
I know you're so sick, you tired of my ignorance

I can't breathe, I can't get no sleep
Without you my life is incomplete
Picnics at a party, and corn on the cob, real talk, from the start
You got the keys to my heart, that's a promise to God

That's why people fall in love
First kiss, first touch
Can we make it like it was?
We were in love
Can we make it like it was?

See the love I have, that I have for you
I can't explain it for you girl
Because I've been around the world and I met a lot of other girls
But they're nothin' like you, no, no, no, no

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

We Gonna Make It - Lyrics - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye - Jadakiss

Title: We Gonna Make It
Album: Kiss Tha Game Goodbye
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): David Styles, Jason T Phillips, Sam Johnson, A Maman

Lyric:
Uh, uh
Fuck the frail shit
Uh, 'cuz when my coke come in
They gotta use the scales that they weigh the whales wit
Carsons on the jeep, but Gotti made the prototype
Hoped you'd get the picture but you just can't photo light
Determined niggas make it
Kickin' down the door and we burnin' niggas naked

The house costs a million, sittin' on the beach
And the only thing I know if it's furnished I'ma take it
My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360
We got the shit that the government got
Talkin' money then you rubbin' the spot
Real niggas say that they be wildin'
We on the Caiman islands on a yacht wit our favorite albums

A bad hoe and a plate of salmon
Smokin' and drinkin'
Nigga is you thinkin' that our fate is violent
I love my nigga for the fact that he real
And nobody on the faculty squeal, what?
And if you facin' capital pun, pass me a gun
And I'ma give you time to run, while I rapidly peel, uh

We gon' make it
We gon' make it
We gon' make it
We gon' make it
We gon' make it
We gon' make it
We gon' make it

I learned the game quickly and now I like to rent
So when I fly now I bring my cars on the plane wit me
In this case who's the loser
Ran through enough Coke for Castro to build schools in Cuba
Teachin' kids how to read and write and use the ruger
Motherfuckin' niggas is back, Jada and P
We got water, X, haze plus weight in the D
And I'm tired of hearin' about old niggas that had it
And be the same old niggas that ratted

Who cares? Talk 'bout how we hawk niggas in they fuckin' back
Gun works official but niggas don't be wantin' that
Why? 'Cuz they puss and they mans is lame
We so for real in the hood we make candy rain
I could easily send you to God
But come and see me at the Plaza Hotel, I might give you a job
If you can't remember the name
All you gotta do is ask the dame for the niggas that deliver it hard

We gon' make it
We gon' make it
We gon' make it
We gon' make it
We gon' make it
We gon' make it

Ja-da-mwa, I'll kiss you, you bitch ass nigga
That the hood won't miss you, you bitch ass nigga
Might find your man dead in the ocean, he be aight though
You know dead rappers get better promotion
Why we don't laugh at death and cry at birth
Never say you can't do it till you try it first
Be the young niggas eager to pull it
But it's a message in everything trust me, even a bullet

Go to war with the eight and the pound
Think you got your ear to the street now
Put your face in the ground
'Cuz my shells is expensive
You'll know exactly why when you yellin' in intensive
My fellas is offensive
Lucky 'cuz I got guns that crack your back
But that's not what I prefer, I manufacture crack

And niggas turn bitch when you show 'em the steel
But we know how to bid so y'all go 'head and squeal
I'm comfortable far from home
Eatin' right, gettin' good rest either on the far or the foam
I'm the reason niggas got deals, the past few years
Sound anything like kiss then sign right here
And y'all just talkin', I'm doin' it well
Jadakiss motherfucker, I'm a see you in hell, what?

We gon' make it
We gon' make it
We gon' make it
We gon' make it
We gon' make it
We gon' make it
We gon' make it

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Ho Down - Lyrics - Watermelon Chicken & Gritz - Nappy Roots

Title: Ho Down
Album: Watermelon Chicken & Gritz
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): Michael Caren, Edward Harris, Brian Scott, James Chambers, William Rahsaan Hughes, Eddy Senay, Melvin E Adams, Cortez M Murray

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Lyric:
It was a ho-down, another ho-down
It was a ho-down, another ho-down

Walked into the club and farted
Damn! Look at shawty off in the cut actin' naughty
Eye contact, made sure that she saw me
Said y'all, don't get it twisted like I'm ballin'

Down south stripper from New Orleans, thick as mud
Baby show me love, with a little tittie rub
Said, "Hit me later on baby, maybe we can what?"
Said, "Sound like a plan" wit my hand on her butt

But shit hit the fan sho' nuff, nigga hold up
Baby doll had a man, matta fact was a soldier
Ain't that a beyotch! He was sittin' on the sofa
Smokin' on some doja, tryna see some exposure

Had the whole spot sold up, legs tired
Bar done closed up, all of a sudden her man showed up
Automobiles, planes, and locomotives
Train with the focus see both ran through hunger

Tag-teamed that beyotch, then I called my niggaz over
They smashed in the 'Lac, popped that twat like a soda
Fuckin' with his wife so you know when I ain't sober
And niggaz in the back seat with the freak in the Nova, it was a ho-down

I can't believe that she's real, it was a ho-down
The way she makes me feel, another ho-down
If you knew what I knew, it was a ho-down
You would be down in there too, another ho-down

Uh, now peep game of a star, stepped out the car
Walked through the door, checked the bitch at the bar
Eyin' her down, while I split my cigar
Can I offer you a drink or some dick in the park?

You know I'm just sayin' that to get you mad
But you knowin' damn well I wanna hit yo' ass
Yo I ain't the type of nigga that be jumpin' the gun
But you lookin' like a dime piece and I'm huntin'' for one

What's ya name? Nah, better yet, what's ya game?
Wanna ride in the Navigator, switchin' four lanes?
Or chill up in the bedroom, sniffin' cocaine?
Said she's the type of girl to get down with no shame

And everything I said before was no thang
We ran outside, and jumped in the ride
Next thing I know I'm gettin' head while I drive
Eyes open wide, down 65, it's a ho-down

I can't believe that she's real, it was a ho-down
The way she makes me feel, another ho-down
If you knew what I knew, it was a ho-down
You would be down in there too, another ho-down

I can't believe that she's real, it was a ho-down
The way she makes me feel, another ho-down
If you knew what I knew, it was a ho-down
You would be down in there too, another ho-down

It was a ho-down, I knew it was all great
When the hoe caught me late in room 508
Oh, she got live on tape, the price was low-rate
Plus she had a nice showcase, you thought she was ya soul mate?

Just because she got some shove in her can
Doesn't mean your 'sposed to go and fall in love with her man
Kissin' and huggin' and actin', in love with her, man
Takin' her out to restaurants and, rubbin' her hands

If you knew what I knew, you wouldn't do what you do
But it's true that you, had no clue what she do
'Cuz you trust her through thick and thin
You missed it when, she was gettin' live offa fifth of Gin

Get rammed in by me, while she lick my friends
When she finally came home you probably kissed her then, lame-o
The more you tried to claim the hoe was an angel
The quicker I realized the freak was a stank-hoe, it was a ho-down

I can't believe that she's real
The way she makes me feel, another ho-down
If you knew what I knew
You would be down in there too, it was a ho-down

I can't believe that she's real, it was a ho-down
The way she makes me feel, another ho-down
If you knew what I knew, it was a ho-down
You would be down in there too, another ho-down

I can't believe that she's real, it was a ho-down
The way she makes me feel, another ho-down
If you knew what I knew, it was a ho-down
You would be down in there too, another ho-down

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Lip Gloss - Lyrics - Lip Gloss - Lil' Mama

Title: Lip Gloss
Album: Lip Gloss
Artist: Lil' Mama
Composer(s): W. James Chambers Ii, Niatia Jessica Kirkland

Lyric:
Hello
Yeah
Uh huh

It's poppin', it?s poppin?
(Okay)
It's poppin', it?s poppin?
(Yeah)
I gotta ask ?em 'cause if I don't

It's poppin', it?s poppin?
(I don't know)
It's poppin', it?s poppin?
(Let?s go!)

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be poppin?
I?m standin? at my locker
And all the boys keep stoppin?

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is poppin?
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jockin?
And chase me after school

MAC, L'Oreal, yep, ?cause I?m worth it
Love the way I puts it on so perfect
Wipe the corners of my mouth so I work it
When I walk down the hallway, they can?t say nothin?

Oh, oh oh, my lips so luscious
The way I spice it up with the MAC-MAC brushes
L'Oreal got them Wa-watermelon Crush-es
That?s probably the reason all these boys got crushes

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be poppin?
I?m standin? at my locker
And all the boys keep stoppin?

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is poppin?
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jockin?
And chase me after school

When it?s time for lunch, my lips still rock
Lil Mama melon with the hot pink top
Cherry, vanilla, flavors is a virtue
They lovin? lip gloss universal

The boys really like it, the girls don?t speak
They rollin? they eyes, they lip gloss cheap
It ain?t my fault but I can upgrade you
Show you how to use nice things with nice flavors

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be poppin?
I?m standin? at my locker
And all the boys keep stoppin?

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is poppin?
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jockin?
And chase me after school

?Cause my lip gloss
It?s poppin?, it?s poppin?
It?s poppin?, it?s poppin?

?Cause my lip gloss
It?s poppin?, it?s poppin?
It?s poppin?, it?s poppin?

Sittin? in 8th period, thought I was in trouble
Dean called me on the loud speaker on the double
I stepped in the office like, ?Yes Ms. McClarkson??
She?s like, ?Girl ran out of my lip gloss an' ?

"Write down where you get yours from
?Cause I must admit that Bubble Gum
It?s poppin?, it?s poppin? ?
It?s poppin, she ain?t frontin?

And uh, I be lovin? it, I be, I be lovin it, uh
I be usin? it, I be, I be usin' it, uh
I be rubbin it, I be, I be rubbin it
On my lips, my lips, uh, my lip gloss

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be poppin?
I'm standin? at my locker
And all the boys keep stoppin?

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is poppin?
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jockin?
They chase me after school

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Friday, July 30, 2010

Lip Gloss [Acappella] - Lyrics - Lip Gloss - Lil' Mama

Title: Lip Gloss [Acappella]
Album: Lip Gloss
Artist: Lil' Mama
Composer(s): W. James Chambers Ii, Niatia Jessica Kirkland

Lyric:
Hello
Yeah
Uh huh

It's poppin', it?s poppin?
(Okay)
It's poppin', it?s poppin?
(Yeah)
I gotta ask ?em 'cause if I don't

It's poppin', it?s poppin?
(I don't know)
It's poppin', it?s poppin?
(Let?s go!)

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be poppin?
I?m standin? at my locker
And all the boys keep stoppin?

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is poppin?
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jockin?
And chase me after school

MAC, L'Oreal, yep, ?cause I?m worth it
Love the way I puts it on so perfect
Wipe the corners of my mouth so I work it
When I walk down the hallway, they can?t say nothin?

Oh, oh oh, my lips so luscious
The way I spice it up with the MAC-MAC brushes
L'Oreal got them Wa-watermelon Crush-es
That?s probably the reason all these boys got crushes

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be poppin?
I?m standin? at my locker
And all the boys keep stoppin?

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is poppin?
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jockin?
And chase me after school

When it?s time for lunch, my lips still rock
Lil Mama melon with the hot pink top
Cherry, vanilla, flavors is a virtue
They lovin? lip gloss universal

The boys really like it, the girls don?t speak
They rollin? they eyes, they lip gloss cheap
It ain?t my fault but I can upgrade you
Show you how to use nice things with nice flavors

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be poppin?
I?m standin? at my locker
And all the boys keep stoppin?

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is poppin?
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jockin?
And chase me after school

?Cause my lip gloss
It?s poppin?, it?s poppin?
It?s poppin?, it?s poppin?

?Cause my lip gloss
It?s poppin?, it?s poppin?
It?s poppin?, it?s poppin?

Sittin? in 8th period, thought I was in trouble
Dean called me on the loud speaker on the double
I stepped in the office like, ?Yes Ms. McClarkson??
She?s like, ?Girl ran out of my lip gloss an' ?

"Write down where you get yours from
?Cause I must admit that Bubble Gum
It?s poppin?, it?s poppin? ?
It?s poppin, she ain?t frontin?

And uh, I be lovin? it, I be, I be lovin it, uh
I be usin? it, I be, I be usin' it, uh
I be rubbin it, I be, I be rubbin it
On my lips, my lips, uh, my lip gloss

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be poppin?
I'm standin? at my locker
And all the boys keep stoppin?

What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know ?bout me?
What you know ?bout me?
What you, what you know

Is that my lip gloss is poppin?
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jockin?
They chase me after school

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Against The Wall - Lyrics - Big Money Heavyweight - Big Tymers

Title: Against The Wall
Album: Big Money Heavyweight
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Hey fresh
We back at it baby

Here baby doll, up against the wall
And through the sound, he broke it down
Only one more hypnotic and that's when he shot it
I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club
But I wanna go home with you, girl

I'm not your man I'm a pimp, baby please understand
But you hot and they not, so we can hold hands
In a long truck, Cadillac, surround sound, front to back
Forever, forever, ever, forever, ever black
Ridin' in the sunshine, crankin' up the alpine
Rubbin' down shorty's spine, she is fine
Love 'um, leave 'um, go back and retrieve 'um
If their hair is bad, then I will weave 'um

Kick back in the phantom, two clips and a hammer
Cruisin' through the hood on them Deion Sanders
Nothin' but red whips and all them candy
Two chicks, two chickens that flew from Atlanta, aye
Laid back in a maebach, countin' stacks
Got work, go to work, nigga count that
Summer shine, summer time and we on the grind
Bird man got them chickens and they ain't flyin'

Here baby doll, up against the wall
And through the sound, he broke it down
Only one more hypnotic and that's when he shot it
I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club
But I wanna go home with you, girl

I'm cool, I'm hip, I'm fresh, I'm good
I'm diamonds up against the wood
Richest nigga from the hood
Four amplifiers, four 24 tires
Fuck professional liars, fo' show enter our fire
In a big black Chevy, starch real heavy
Peanut butter reclinin', with the Steve Harvey line in
Look at me

Let me slide and ride and get inside
And take you to my hood where it's do or die
Where the whips is clean, we hustle for nickels and dimes
Chips, green, the liquor was hard as a crime
Custom machine and 'dro be on my mind
Lace my team with life and bricks for dimes
Ghetto soldier and you can't stop my shine
Fresh, stunna, bitch respect my mind

Here baby doll, up against the wall
And through the sound, he broke it down
Only one more hypnotic and that's when he shot it
I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club
But I wanna go home with you, girl

Sean Paul on the wall, break it down, do it girl
Lift it up, let it flow, shake it fast, there it go
Make it wobble, make it jiggle
Put the pickle in the middle
Push it back, make it clap, in and out, that's a wrap
Good bye, so long, I got to go, I'm goin' home
My favorite friend
Let's bump and grind next weekend

See you fuckin' with your boy, remember who gunna ride?
When trouble hit the hood nigga, who gunna die?
When shit get ugly nigga, who gunna fly?
But when shit get bubbly everybody wanna ride me
Benz, Lexus, the Coupe, the Jets
Nigga holla at the boy, baby pimpin' the flesh
Like in stalled evoy, third world is the set
I'm a worldwide shiner bitch, I drove the best

Here baby doll, up against the wall
And through the sound, he broke it down
Only one more hypnotic and that's when he shot it
I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club
But I wanna go home with you, girl

Here baby doll, up against the wall
And through the sound, he broke it down
Only one more hypnotic and that's when he shot it
I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club
But I wanna go home with you, girl

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Taste It - Lyrics - It Ain't Safe No More... - Busta Rhymes

Title: Taste It
Album: It Ain't Safe No More...
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): V Edmond, Russell Jones, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Here we go
Ay yo, ladies where you at, c'mon c'mon
Ladies where you at, c'mon c'mon
You ready to freak out ladies?
Yeah, soldiers
We 'bout to line it up just right
Check it, watch how we do it

Make way for the kid to come in girl
And let me rock 'cause I love the way you pop that, c'mon
Every single time we come to drop that
A lot of freaky women react to a nigga hot track, lets go
Then we start to cook up the place
Women watching the nigga
With the ready to do the look on their face, c'mon
Freak nasty, you know the way you do it all on the guard
And the way you love to speak nasty, another freak pass me

Floss on, in the club ain't even got the draws on
You messing with a nigga better, stop that shit mama
In other words you better watch that shit 'cause you got that shit
The way your ass sit up all on your back
It's like you need to go shop that, see niggas would cock that
And definitely won't waste it
And while you at it take a lick and just taste it

Baby tell me why tell me so
I'd like you to go high, you tell me to go low
So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again, I like it
Baby tell me why tell me so
I'd like you to go high, you tell me to go low
So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again, I like it

Listen, cut the last courvoisier bottle down the at bar
See a chick that kinda look like a star
And I'm saying even though I wanna to take you home girl
I know it's kinda late but you ain't got to come along girl
Wait a sec you know I know a song girl
Me and you and one of your other home girls
Let me put it down and we started to bone girl
The other had a heat, "I thought ya'll be gettin' along girl?"
Just put the pep in your step, what's with all the emotional shit?
You know we be swingin' a hep

Put it on me like I wouldn't recover
Saying two chicks that was beefin' and touching and feeling each other
Word to mother, now we having a ball
The way we knockin' as the sound of the bed head smackin' the wall
Baby I'm saying I lovin' how you rubbin'
And the way that you lace it and rush it when you gettin' ready to taste it
Baby I love it, the way you rub it
And the way you lace it and rush it when you gettin' ready to taste it

Baby tell me why tell me so
I'd like you to go high, you tell me to go low
So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again, I like it
Baby tell me why tell me so
I'd like you to go high, you tell me to go low
So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again, I like it

Girl I know you wanna
Yeah, I like it, I love the way you always get down and
Ladies, if you want your man to get down and
Just throw your hands in the air, fella's just make it do it too
Now you can both do it

Shorty hit me all on the two-way
Tell me to meet her way in the back
By the couches up inside the cheetah
Then I step up in the club keep it moving wit' my hand on my heater
Stay alert and never moving the sleeper
Even though this shit was way off the meter
Couldn't believe her
Shorty buggin' and giving me head in back of the speaker
Now check it, I love the way she step to it and how she's keepin' it basic
And always be ready to taste it

Baby tell me why tell me so
I'd like you to go high, you tell me to go low
So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again, I like it
Baby tell me why tell me so
I'd like you to go high, you tell me to go low
So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again, I like it

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Friday, August 13, 2010

I'M A Gangsta - Lyrics - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye - Jadakiss

Title: I'M A Gangsta
Album: Kiss Tha Game Goodbye
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): A Fields, Kaseem Dean, J Phillips

Lyric:
[Incomprehensible]

C'mon, I'm a gangsta
Yeah, motherfucker
I'm a thug
Please believe
I'm a pimp girl
C'mon, let's go
And I'm a hustler, a hustler
(Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it)

I'm a gangsta
Yeah, motherfucker
I'm a thug
Please believe
I'm a pimp girl
C'mon, let's go
And I'm a hustler, a hustler
(Do it, do it)

Yo, I'm a gangsta 'cuz I do gangsta shit
Matter fact from now on call me Gangsta Kiss
You already know I handle my business
Slay you then your man before the first candle's finished

Feel good when I walk through the hood
Best part is I don't gotta flow I just talk to the hood
And I do alotta readin' and only eat pasta
Shrimp fettucini and pine a la vaca

Came here talkin' slick, all that real shit
That's why I'm somethin' to deal wit
Even though I wanted Gore to win
I can fuck with Bush though
'Cuz he gon' let the raw come in

Bigger the boss, bigger the picture
Bullets is bisexual 'cuz they hit niggas and bitches
In a Deville with dubs in the back on a cell phone riffin'
I'm all of the above just listen

I'm a gangsta
Yeah, motherfucker
I'm a thug
Please believe
I'm a pimp girl
C'mon, let's go
And I'm a hustler, a hustler
(Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it)

I'm a gangsta
Yeah, motherfucker
I'm a thug
Please believe
I'm a pimp girl
C'mon, let's go
And I'm a hustler, a hustler
(Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it)

Yo, I'm a thug so I blow on weed
Get money like it grow on trees
Have all these hoes roll on E
Some of my niggas even stole on D's

Work 12 hour shifts, just gimme the word
I get 12 cowards hit, never givin' a fuck
18's on the Coupe, deuce O's on the truck
Tell P, hold the hammer while I handle the dice

Shoot him in his bandanna he ain't gamblin' right
I need a 360 Medina, charcoal gray
Treat my guns like my dogs, let 'em bark all day
In a three floor condo with the spiral stairs

Made it past the front desk then the rifle's here
I'm the motherfuckin' big shot, I get down
With a 17, 16, 10 and a six shot
Fuck with Kiss get your wig rocked
And if you're smart you'll bounce
When my motherfuckin' shit drop

I'm a gangsta
Yeah, motherfucker
I'm a thug
Please believe
I'm a pimp girl
C'mon, let's go
And I'm a hustler, a hustler
(Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it)

I'm a gangsta
Yeah, motherfucker
I'm a thug
Please believe
I'm a pimp girl
C'mon, let's go
And I'm a hustler, a hustler
(Do it, do it, do it)

Yo, I'm a pimp girl
Catch me at the bar with a bottle of Cuervo
Mami's rubbin' my webo
And this is what got me the ass
Honey said her drink was hot
So I put my watch in her glass

Then she ain't even wanna get breakfast
She just wanna hop right up in the truck and get reckless
Top from the club all the way to the exit
Ask me her name, couldn't tell you if I guessed it

My bitches don't know nothing, don't say nothing
And they pay for everything, I don't pay nothing
I'm a white tee pimp, fresh headband
Dirty denim, Timbaland or a Nike pimp

I like to eat shrimp and I don't keep a broad
Long enough to love 'em
Now dog that's some deep shit
'Cuz I don't believe in hoes explorin'
No matter how bad you are, you gone in the mornin'

I'm a gangsta
Yeah, motherfucker
I'm a thug
Please believe
I'm a pimp girl
C'mon, let's go
And I'm a hustler, a hustler
(Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it)

I'm a gangsta
Yeah, motherfucker
I'm a thug
Please believe
I'm a pimp girl
C'mon, let's go
And I'm a hustler, a hustler

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

I Like It - Lyrics - Naked - Marques Houston

Title: I Like It
Album: Naked
Artist: Marques Houston
Composer(s): D Newton, L Stephens, Christopher Stokes, Cory Bold, Marques Houston

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Lyric:
This ya boy MH, I'm back, niggas
Ladies, get ready
This is a Corey boy exclusive
Y'all ready?

I like it with your tight jeans on
I can see your thong, you know it turns me on
And I like it when your pants hang low
When your tempo slow, you know it turns me on

You love it when I lick you low
Move fast and slow give it to you some more
You love it, yeah, I love it
You love it, yeah, I love it

Mami you're hot like, body like
Tongue ring up and down my shit like
Your ass shake the room kaboom like
I'm lovin' it how you lick it from the back like

It's about to get real juicy
Thong in your crack tattoo on your booty
We're gonna hit a club to get you in the mood see
Mama slow it down cause you're about to lose me

I like it with your tight jeans on
I can see your thong, you know it turns me on
And I like it when your pants hang low
When your tempo slow, you know it turns me on

You love it when I lick you low
Move fast and slow give it to you some more
You love it, yeah, I love it
You love it, yeah, I love it

Say ma what you doin'? Why them jeans still on?
I figured it was goin down when you smelled my cologne
You lookin' at me like you're ready to bone
I can lick you up and down while you rubbin' this bone

Baby so wet that I think she need a diaper
Been wanting to fuck since MH and Pied Piper
Anticipation gettin higher and higher
Lickin' your nipples like two pacifiers

I like it with your tight jeans on
I can see your thong, you know it turns me on
And I like it when your pants hang low
When your tempo slow, you know it turns me on

You love it when I lick you low
Move fast and slow give it to you some more
You love it, yeah, I love it
You love it, yeah, I love it

You got it
Come rock my
Fulfill my fantasy
Baby, you and me

You got it
Come rock my
Fulfill my fantasy
Baby, you and me

I was speechless when I peeped this
Use pastoral jeans on them ass cheeks fittin' ridiculous
Damn so hood, my niggas trickin' I ain't budgin' a fall back
It's all good you go home when you want to
Come when you want to

MH give 'em something they can crunk to
Intimidation never reached to my breadskin
Especially when them been franks rapped in rubber bands

In the club, I'm in the corner boy
Why you haters still broke on the corner boy?
I can run rap when I'm on the track with Corey boy
Back on snap behind the base more the noise

When I two-step you cant even join the boy
My move goin down your girl makin' all the noise
Tell her when I move I'm still on her boy
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa on her boy

I like it with your tight jeans on
I can see your thong, you know it turns me on
And I like it when your pants hang low
When your tempo slow, you know it turns me on

You love it when I lick you low
Move fast and slow give it to you some more
You love it, yeah, I love it
You love it, yeah, I love it

Yeah, it's MH y'all
TUG, '05
Ra-Ra

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