Sample Dat Ass - Lyrics - Jackpot - Chingy

Title: Sample Dat Ass
Album: Jackpot
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Alonso Lee, Howard Bailey, Shamar Daugherty

Lyric:
Chingy and Murph Durph
Uh

Let me get a sample of that ass
I ain't mystical, but girl, shake it fast
(Don't stop, get it, get it)
You think I can come over and smash?
Do what you do
(Don't stop, get it get it)

Let me get a sample of that ass
I ain't mystical, but girl, shake it fast
(Don't stop, get it, get it)
You think I can come over and smash?
Do what you do
(Don't stop, get it get it)

The club be packed, hey, send me a bottle of that
It's hella ass, some with glitter and exotic tats
You know my stats, Superfly, Mac
I'm in the back getting worked by this girl named Cognac, matter of fact
I want to take her home, the reefer got me in the zone
Intentions to bone, we all alone, by ourself
This ain't a strip club, but she act like it
Ever seen in her, bowling pins dawg, she stacked like it

Now I'm at the bar, chicks treating me like a star
In my face, asking questions, and can they ride in my car
I'm law, so authorities can't pin me for shit
Hey baby, see me and you, we can pack it up and split
Let's go, forget Motel 6, we can go to the Mariott
I see it in her eyes, man, a girl getting very hot
I'm packing like a 357, so I keep Magnums
Keep it real, 'cause you will never find out if you don't ask em
Is we tagging?

Let me get a sample of that ass
I ain't mystical, but girl, shake it fast
(Don't stop, get it, get it)
You think I can come over and smash?
Do what you do
(Don't stop, get it get it)

Let me get a sample of that ass
I ain't mystical, but girl, shake it fast
(Don't stop, get it, get it)
You think I can come over and smash?
Do what you do
(Don't stop, get it get it)

If your ass is fat and you know it, clap your hands
Wearing those pants, I'll be damned if I'm miss my chance to advance
I'm in a tan, what's the name, I own some whatchamacallits
They keep spinning and spinning, hey man, what do you call it?
Got a 1-5 jersey, on the go with them wheels
Look at it wiggle wiggle, she say it's all in the heels
You a damn lie girl, I think it's all in the skills
And for real, I think you practicing on what pay the bills

You be confused man, I look picky as Hell
Never trust a big butt, that smile like Ricky Bell
What the Hell? Murphy rather pay to get out of jail
'Cause if she tell me to pay, somebody better pay my bail
Matta fact, I'm a pay myself, my own money
Mr. Long Money, even after I loan money
I own honey's mentals man, I'm in they mouth so much
God damn, I pay for dental plans, man

Let me get a sample of that ass
I ain't mystical, but girl, shake it fast
(Don't stop, get it, get it)
You think I can come over and smash?
Do what you do
(Don't stop, get it get it)

Let me get a sample of that ass
I ain't mystical, but girl, shake it fast
(Don't stop, get it, get it)
You think I can come over and smash?
Do what you do
(Don't stop, get it get it)

Get it, get it girl, it's your world, I'm a squirrel
Searching for a nut, so more than scissors, I cut
You can be a slut, hoochie lady, or housewife
A real man gon' want to hit it, it's hanging out, right?
Ladies don't get offended, when he tell you that you're thick
And he wouldn't mind coming over, about six
If you like the smooth, let him, you don't dig em? Don't sweat 'em
You want 'em? Play like your panties and T-shirt and let 'em wet 'em

Hey yo, my ladies come in dueces like Staley and Mcallister
Came up with the 'tics, they help me not fall like banisters
Sammy Sosa's got traded for Ken Griffey's
And when we roll, the L's stay lit, like Missy
Plus I stay busy, like kids, I call it biz
And if it is what it is, I'm on your head like wigs
I'm a rapping Taye Diggs, I give the women they groove back
When it comes to the wood, I'm the best man to use that

Let me get a sample of that ass
I ain't mystical, but girl, shake it fast
(Don't stop, get it, get it)
You think I can come over and smash?
Do what you do
(Don't stop, get it get it)

Let me get a sample of that ass
I ain't mystical, but girl, shake it fast
(Don't stop, get it, get it)
You think I can come over and smash?
Do what you do
(Don't stop, get it get it)

Chingy, Murph Durph, uh uh
Let me get a sample of that ass
Murph Durph and, Chingy, what they, say?, uh
Let me get a sample of that ass, S T L
St Louis, north side

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Ole School Shit - Lyrics - Eazy E

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Pu**Y - Lyrics - R. Kelly

Title: Pu**Y
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): James Brown, Devin C Copeland, Robert Kelly, Lynne Collins, Samuel J Barnes, Shawn Carter, Henri Charlemagne, Paula Lindsay

Lyric:
Pussy is a whole different aspect of life
Wars don started from country to country over they women
Pussy is one of the most powerful things in the world
And a lot of people don't understand how powerful pussy is

Pussy makes niggas blow they brains they bitch brains out
Or, or, or, or pussy makes people do thangs
They never would think they do

The power of the P U S S Y
That's why every motherfucka in the world dress fly
Every baller that can afford it they cop da best ride
For the power of the P U S S Y, let's have some fun

S S Y
That's why nigga's get haircuts, try to dress fly
Every balla that can afford it he cop the best ride
For the power of the P U S S Y

I know this girl, we call her sweet cooch brown
Hands down mami had the bombest pussy in town
One dip in the girl pool that's all it took
One sample of the snapple and your ass was

Whup have you buying Gucci sandles, matching pocketbooks
Blowing up her beeper ringing her phone off the hook
Ballplayers spent money, rappers they spent time
All the while both claiming that they never spent a dime

Business guys she would victimize
Have 'em paying rent on condos in a Miami high rise
They ask her who's pussy's this looking her right in her eyes
She said this pussy's yours daddy telling 'em nothing but lies

Ha, they didn't believe her but they wanted to needed to
She had the type of body that you didn't want leaving you
So they ignored all the flirtin' ways
And put a ring on her finger I'm like Earth to Dave

The power of the P U S S Y
That's why every motherfucka in the world dress fly
Every baller dat can afford it they cop da best ride
For the power of the P U S S Y

The power of the P U S S Y, ha
That's why nigga's get haircuts, try to dress fly
Every balla that can afford it he cop the best ride
For the power of the P U, I see you

Now I ain't no rapper but I'ma sing my shit
When comes down to that motherfucking click, click, click
Niggas are sick, sick, sick
Turn on you quick, quick, quick

And that's why I be giving mami much dick, dick, dick
Why chumps be coping them diamonds and furs and all that
Feening for that pussy as if y'all was on crack
When it comes to the truth I can't hold back

Y'all cats can't be babysitting these broads need to be smacked
It's this nigga name Monroe that I know from way back
He hit the lotto bought this girl a Cadillac
Now this bitch be creeping behind this niggas back

He busted her, guess what he still took the bitch back
Three things niggas love money, pussy and drugs
Can't get one without the other unless you softer then love
Now take it from a player who's done all the above
Niggas it's the lesbian R&B thug

The power of the P U S S Y
That's why every motherfucka in the world dress fly
Every baller dat can afford it they cop da best ride
For the power of the P U S S Y

The power of the P U S S Y, ha
That's why nigga's get haircuts, try to dress fly
Every balla that can afford it he cop the best ride
For the power of the P U, I see you

Niggaz would do anything for some pussy
Hey oh oh, see it don't matter who you are, where you from
In this life at some point you gonna wanna get cha' some
Yes, you will whoo, Lord

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Shadowboxin' - Lyrics - The Genius Gza

Title: Shadowboxin'
Artist: The Genius Gza
Composer(s): G Grice, R Diggs

Lyric:
(Special technique)
Fuck that
(Special technique of shadowboxin')
God damn

(The GZA, god damn)
(The GZA, god damn)
Pledge allegiance to the hip-hop
(Method, god damn)
I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop

(Maximilli-on, Maximilli-on)
(Uh, yeah, ahh, uh)
Johnny Blaze
I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop
(Johnny Blaze)
Maximilli-on, Maximilli-on

I breaks it down to the bone gristle
Ill speaking Scud missile heat seeking
Johnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
Niggaz gunnin', my third eye seen it comin'
Before it happen
You know about them fucking Staten
Kids they smashin'

Everything huh, in any shape form or fashion
Now everybody talking bout they blastin', hmm
Is you bustin' steel or is you flashin'? Hmm
Talkin' out your asshole
You shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy Afro

Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and snot nosed
From my naps to the bunion on my big toe
I keeps it movin', know just what the fuck I'm doin'
Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga snoozin'

Slip the cardiac arrest me, exorcist hip-hop possess me
Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my steez
Burning to the third degree, sneaky ass alley cat top pedigree
The head toucher, industry party bum rusher
You don't like it dick up in ya fuck ya

(Allow me to demonstrate)
That's right, you corny-ass
(The skill of Shaolin)
Rap motherfuckers
(The special technique)
Better go back and check
(Of shadowboxing)
Your fuckin' stacks
(Shadowboxin')
'Cause your naps ain't nappy enough
And your reefs ain't rugged enough

I slayed MC's back in the rec room era
My style broke motherfuckin' backs like Ken Patera
Most rap niggaz came loud but unheard
Once I pulled out, round em off to the nearest third

Check these non visual niggaz, with tapes and a portrait
Flood the seminar, tryin' to orbit this corporate
Industry, but what them niggaz can't see
Must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly

Protect Ya Neck, my sword still remain imperial
Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial
We reign all year round from June to June
While niggaz bite immediately if not soon

Set the lynchin', and form the execution date
As this two thousand beyond slang suffocate
Amplify sample through vaccum tubes compressions
'Cause RZA, to charge niggaz twenty G's a session

When my mind start to clickin', and the strategy
is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu shit
I don't give a cotton-pickin', fuck
About a brother tryin' to size a nigga up, I hold my own

Hard-hat protect your dome
Look at mama baby boy actin' like he grown
No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone
Killa bee, that be holdin' down his honeycomb, loungin' son

Wu brother number one, protect your neck
Flying guillotines here they come, bloody bastards
Hard times and killer tactics, spittin' words plus
Semi-automatic slurs, peep the graphic

Novel from the genie bottle, hit the clutch
Shift the gear now, full throttle, time to bungee
To the next episode, I keeps it grungy
Hand on my nut sack and spittin' lung-ghies

At a wack nigga dat, don't understand the fact
When it come to RZA tra-cks I don't know how to act
Real rap from the Stat, killa hill projects
How to be exact, break it down, all and together now
Things are getting good looking better now

(Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin)
(Sha-shadowboxin', the special technique of shadowboxin')
(Shadowboxin')
(Allow me to demonstrate)

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