See My Friends - Lyrics - Kinks-Size - Kinks

Title: See My Friends
Album: Kinks-Size
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
See my friends, see my friends
Layin' 'cross the river
See my friends, see my friends
Layin' 'cross the river

She is gone
She is gone and now there's no one left
'Cept my friends, layin' 'cross the river

She just went, she just went
Went 'cross the river
Now she's gone, now she's gone
Wish that I'd gone with her

She is gone
She is gone and now there's no one left
'Cept my friends, layin' 'cross the river

She is gone and now there's no one else to take her place
She is gone and now there's no one else to love
'Cept my friends, layin' 'cross the river

See my friends, see my friends
Layin' 'cross the river
See my friends, see my friends
Layin' 'cross the river

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Wouldn'T You Like To Ride - Lyrics - Kanye West

Title: Wouldn'T You Like To Ride
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynne, Malik Jones, Kayne Omari West, Charles Hemphill

Lyric:
You like to ride, uh
So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends
My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends?
Would you like to ride?
I don't know what happened, it's just like
So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends
My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends?

I had that little ass Nissan at your crib showin' up
Liquor store out of Arbor Mist, we Irish rosed it up
Then we rolled to the movies, you rocked your fake Chloes
You had Gap and Gucci, that's still two Gs

But that's that last year purse like it's still too cheap
Ooh, you so boozy, boo, you could've fooled me
'Cuz five years ago, you was so Fugees
Now you don't want nothin' unless it cost a few Gs

You like the light-skinned Ania, the dark-skinned Aaliyah
The black Jennifer Lopez, a ghetto senorita
You remind me of my Jeep but not no Kia
We can talk on your cell but not Nokia

It be goin' in and out, that's why I barely hear ya
It be goin' in and out like a robbery, ah
I'm tryin' to take this money like Robin Geeda
Then I'ma take you to the house like Trick and Trina

Would you like to ride shotgun in the Escalade?
So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends
My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends?
Like a cloud in our sky, grab your things, let's fly away
So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends
My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends?

Malik Yusef, bet your baby, momma know the name
The most critically acclaimed wordsmith in the game
I give you words, spit with flames
Stay to myself and let nerves mix with lames

Connoisseur of Kama Sutra, do somethin' absurd with your dame
I used to love this girl who loved shoppin' and smokin' herb
But my job was to hustle dro
Now an artist of the spoken word, I just hustle flow
Never a pretty boy, always a beautiful mind like Russell Crowe
Now you in places no cabs'll take you, only the bus'll go

I would love for you and your friends to get with me and my friends
But the problemo is your attitude be on the stank side
And I no longer like you, fuck it
Now you can't ride but ooh, wouldn't you like to?

Would you like to ride shotgun in the Escalade?
So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends
My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends?
Like a cloud in our sky, grab your things, let's fly away
So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends
My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends?

Deep as the ocean is the motion of life
Thought you would have been the sister I chose for my wife
Not knowin' you was trife, stiflin' a nigga's growth
All you wanna do is shop at River Oaks

Watch soaps on the couch, take shit and smoke
I'm workin' hard like a fiend tryin' to get some dope
Thought my real nigga quotes would make you truer
You ain't gon' let me school ya, at least let me tutor

The sex is good but you ain't a shooter
There's a war goin' on inside, you ain't a trooper
I look through the mirror and see my reflection
It ain't in your direction, so I passed her like a reverend
Returned to my Bishop Juan ways
Goin' wild like West and Kanye

Wherever I lay my [unverified] is my home
Goddamnit, I'm grown
Broke broad, I'ma leave your ass alone
You still wanna ride though

Would you like to ride shotgun in the Escalade
So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends
My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends?
Like a cloud in our sky, grab your things, let's fly away
So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends
My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends

Would you like to ride shotgun in the Escalade
So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends
My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends?
Like a cloud in our sky, grab your things, let's fly away
So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends
My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends?

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Kwon - My Enemies - Lyrics - Hood Hop - J

Title: Kwon - My Enemies
Album: Hood Hop
Artist: J
Composer(s): Jerrell C. Jones, James Phillips, Jermaine Dupri

Lyric:
They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes
Ridin' thinkin' I don't know
They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes
Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors

I wake up knowin' I'm bout to see 'em all in my face
Like wat up? These muthafuckers all over the place
I'm fed up homie I'm angry and I need me my space
And good luck with all that thinkin' you gonna take my place

So a lotta niggas in this club popin' bub that's phony
Actin' like they got nothin' but love for the homie
Straight two face, they like them niggas at Sony
Now ain't you the mayor? I'm the one and only

For the longest me and my niggas been hittin'
This town like a storm
And now you gotta see me and penny arm to arm
One day you don't get it, keep tryin' nigga
Ya right you ballin', keep lyin' nigga

I know a llot a ballers, half of 'em hatin' me
Bankrupt bitch you must ain't see my moms lately
Be damned if you like me, give a fuck what you rate me
I only know two words the nigga thats payin' me

Now we fin stop talkin' shit about J.D
'Cuz he been doin' this shit since yall was babies
How you goin' try to degrade me?
Yall ain't my friends think I ain't crazy

My enemies dressed in my friends clothes
Ridin' thinkin' I don't know
They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes
Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors

They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes
Ridin' thinkin' I don't know
They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes
Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors

I wake up knowin' I'm 'bout to see'em all in my face
Like wat up? These muthafuckers all over the place
I'm fed up homie I'm angry and I need me my space
And good luck with all that thinkin' you gonna take my place

Now I'ma chicka chill till the moment I lose mine
And when I lose mine gun stores gonna lose nines
I thought you knew Kwon keep eight on the waist line
I'm from the Lou, Kwon flip ace to waste time
I spit it for nigga so you don't feel my shit

She a whore I don't like her you can kill my bitch
You wanna war what for I peel this bitch
Body lifted, nothin' with it I don't need this shit
You my enemy dressed in my friends clothes
But when there's a shoot out
You do better than Shaq do with free throws

A bunch of niggas trippin' they got the game wrong
A bunch of niggas feelin' like me who bumpin' the same song
I'm evil, why you thinkin' you gonna take my spot?
Waitin' till my album drop, quit thinkin' you Pac
And you rappin' hardcore and you knowin' you pop
And you sayin' you a realer when you knowin' you not

They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes
Ridin' thinkin' I don't know
They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes
Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors

They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes
Ridin' thinkin' I don't know
They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes
Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors

I wake up knowin' I'm bout to see 'em all in my face
Like wat up? These muthafuckers all over the place
I'm fed up homie I'm angry and I need me my space
And good luck with all that thinkin' you gonna take my place
They my enemies

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They'Re Out To Get Me - Lyrics - The Big Bang - Busta Rhymes

Title: They'Re Out To Get Me
Album: The Big Bang
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Mike Chavarria, Denaun Porter, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
I'm just playin' wit' y'all niggaz
I'm just playin' wit' y'all niggaz
I'm just playin' wit' y'all niggaz
I'm just playin' wit' y'all niggaz

They see my name and Lifestyle and say I changed
They so cold I know that they're out to get me
And all those people I call my friends, let it go
That's why I never call on y'all to be around
'Cause you see how this money can change everything

Yeah, see I done came a long way and now I got me a chauffeur
Keep my enemies close, keep my friends even closer
Muhfuckers that I grew around, thought I could rock wit 'em
Watch my cake so hard, they burn a hole in my pocket

I see 'em coming from afar because I been through so much shit
They plot a lot, hard or not, they see my dough come quick
Invested in my niggaz, took the Realtor route
Gambled on the wrong niggaz, had to filter 'em out

Type of dudes that see my mother and they greet her respectful
Behind her back and see her son and try to give me a quick full
It's cool though, I fucks wit' 'em even though I ain't wit' it
That's why the gats be in the house whenever niggaz come visit

Serve 'em drinks and welcome all to the law
For let ya drunk friend to show his true side until ya forced to cut him off
I seen it one too many times, they disbelieved and they speechless
Sometimes having certain friends can end up being a weakness

See now my dogs turn to wolves and try to front me and surround me
Come up out they sheepskin and act all different around me

They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed
They so cold I know that they're out to get me
And all those people I call my friends, let it go
That's why I never call on y'all to be around
'Cause you see how this money can change everything

Listen, sometimes I smoke a cigarette and then I think and I choke on
How niggaz steal this funny style and I was struggling broke
Even though it don't surprise me, shit it's still kinda funny
When I ain't have, a nigga still would come and try to take from me

Instead of cutting my losses, being smart and just end shit
Niggaz was trying to be loyal, just to maintain a friendship
In the wrong situation, plus there's always a sequel
I'm with the wrong muhfuckers, plus they 'pose to be people's

As I get more money, days get colder
I learned to realize that power only lies in the hands of the beholder
So then I start the heart-on-my-heart as I walk like a soldier
Moving so militant, you think I had a chip on my shoulder

Living by morals and principles mainly
Having heavy thoughts to a kill a brother every time a fucker betrayed me
But now I'm winning with the strength of the nation
I promise that they not even foreseeing
The size of the shit they'll be facing

I'm Aftermath now, shit's getting worse
Now when those same friends
See me goin' hard that shit be making 'em hurt

They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed
They so cold I know that they're out to get me
And all those people I call my friends, let it go
That's why I never call on y'all to be around
'Cause you see how this money can change everything

Instead they getting together with me so we both can get rich
When I'm outta town, these niggaz busy tryna fuck with my bitch
Same niggaz spend they money till the shit'll diminish
I hit 'em off and turn around and come right back when it finish

I said I'm tired of these niggaz, that'll owe me so much shit
That they can't pay me back for, fuck all the dumb shit
Sometime we can't forgive whatever balances off
'Specially when niggaz cross the line that niggaz never should cross

Realized and thus I state the same shit, get the Range
The more money niggaz get, shit around you will change
Even though niggaz'll flip and say, "He the one changed"
Fuck you, the dude'll just'll justify, takin' his shit from you

The more money I get, I get more dangerous stupid
'Cause I been broke before and I refuse to go back to it
And while I sweep these niggaz up under the rug with a broom
If I never see these friends again, that shit'll be too soon

Shit is real like every wind in my breath
And that's on everything I love,
Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh

They see my name in Lifestyle and say I changed
They so cold I know that they're out to get me
And all those people I call my friends, let it go
That's why I never call on y'all to be around
'Cause you see how this money can change everything

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With A Little Help From My Friends (Live) - Lyrics - Joe Cocker

Title: With A Little Help From My Friends (Live)
Artist: Joe Cocker
Composer(s): Paul Mccartney, John Lennon

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Lyric:
What would you do if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
I will try not to sing out of key

Ohh baby I get by
(Try with a little help of my friends)
All I need is my brother
(Try with a little help of my friends)
I said I want to get high I will
(Try with a little help of my friends)
Woh ho ho yeah

What do I do when my love is away?
(Does it worry for you to be alone?)
No no
How do I feel at the end of the day?
(Are you sad 'cause you're on your own?)
I tell you don`t say it no more

(Try with a little help of my friends)
Gonna get by with my friends
(Try with a little help of my friends)
Heel heel heel I'll will try
(Try with a little help of my friends)
Keeping it high I will

(Do you need anybody?)
I need someone to love
(Could it be anybody?)
All I need is someone
Who knows just where I'm going yeah
Somebody who knows is quiet sure, baby

(Try with a little help from my friends)
Said I'm gonna make it with my friends, I will
(Try with a little help from my friends)
Woh hoo I wanna keep on trying
(Try with a little help from my friends)
I'm gonna keep on trying

(Would you believe in a love at first sight?)
I'm certain it happens all the time yeah
(What do you see when you turn out the light?)
I can't tell ya, but it sure feels like magic

(Try with a little help from my friends)
Don`t you know I'm gonna make it with my friends?
(Try with a little help from my friends)
I promised my self I'd get by
(Try with a little help from my friends)
Said I'm gonna try it a little too hard

(Do you need anybody?)
Ohh yeah yeah yeah
(Could it be anybody?)
Oh there's gotta be somebody
[incomprehensible]
Ohh yeah yeah

(Try with a little help from my friends)
Said I'm gonna get by with my friend, I tell ya
(Try with a little help from my friends)
Ooh yes I'm gonna keep trying with my
(Try with a little help from my friends)
Keeping it trying with my friends

(Try with a little help from my friends)
Ohh it never gonna stop me anymore
(Try with a little help from my friends)
I'm gonna keep on trying
(Try with a little help from my friends)
I get on high, I'm wanna make time oh Lord
Gonna get by with my friends, yeah
Oh I'm gonna get on by
Yes I'm gonna get on by

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Hang Out And Hustle - Lyrics - Poverty's Paradise - Naughty By Nature

Title: Hang Out And Hustle
Album: Poverty's Paradise
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): James Brown, Vincent Brown, Anthony Criss, Keir Lamont Gist, Kevin Harold Mckenzie, Shawn Mckenzie, Paul Mitchell, Charles Emanuel Sherrell

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Lyric:
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

The C R U D D Y, the C L I C K
It's texture, pure terror, a street professorv
Aggressor, scale and measure
Clever compressor stretching salary stacks
Be running blocks as a factory structure

Capture the raw product I manufacture, fracture critic chatter
Nigga catcher as I blast a cop matter, capsule shatter
Scatter midnight disasters, clips I rather gather
Then flip for what I'm after

Now and forever, money makes things better
At a regular, gets me jewelry, bitches, bankcards, cars and competitors Proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya puzzled
See trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

Booda bop, boom, bam, bink, bick bow bookow
Ratatat, klack klick, klick kow, klick kow
Put brains with muscle, hear a crew of guys utilize they skills
Bang out, hang out, slang out, work and hustle

Flip techniques over boogie bangin' beats
A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in twenty separate suite
I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just like Chris Webber
A warrior from Golden State and I conjure up raps

I bet you don't know any they be hitting
Like that brick that smacked Reginald Denny
Collects cash n' checks on a jet to meet the next client
As I arrive at L.A.X.
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Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

I'm up early, so I catch my phlegm, spit, step
Then stash the stem, ten clips in ten shit bottles
Are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked wit protection
See X again, tools ta fry and unified like Mexicans

But if shit is slow in comin' a fiend, that's one thing
That's when you see twenty niggas running to one fiend
Yo, black tops, I got that yellow high for hours
Buy from me now or next time I swear I'll sell you flour

I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy, living fatty
Plus, I got a little man calling me daddy
My lady and little man, they need me and I need 'em
I gotta see 'em and please 'em but first of all, clothe and feed 'em

So we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time
And life while I'm in this game, I'm making sure
That mine is right from the beginning to the end
It's dividend to the end so I like to hang out and hustle wit my friends

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

Well, it's Friday night and the weekend's here
All that partying shit must take a seat to the rear
Instead of fuckin' wit those phony ghetto chicks
I'd rather be movin' my clips with my homies on the bricks

My fingers stay hard, my hands stay full of ash
My fingenails stay dirty that's from burying my stash.
Fiends are bummin', money's comin' to say the least
But I'm out there flippin' clips, feedin' the belly of the beast

It's first of the month, money's comin' all day, all night
And too many goin' for theirs, I'm cuttin' sales off with my bike
Now with my niggaz in session, we freestyle rhyme
Reminiscin', movin' that shit 20's of clips at a time

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

What the fuck are you gonna do, except hustle?

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Fuck Friendz - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: Fuck Friendz
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Sean Young, Quincy Delight Jones Iii

Lyric:
My ghetto love song, hahaha, let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at? Where my niggaz where my bitches?
Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at?
Throw your hands in the air
Everybody just throw your hands in the air)
Let's be friends
(Wessyde in this motherfucker right here, Wessyde)

Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double R tinted
As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps lady
You can help me multiply my stacks baby
Currency seems small I need companionship (hey)
Through with that, scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit
So why you hesitatin actin like yo' shit don't stink
Check out my, diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)
This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreamin motherfucker, on a mash for bitches
Check my resume, sippin on Cristal and Alize
Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way
Don't like trickin but I'll buy you a fifth
I can't stand no sneaker wearin nappy head bitch
Let my pedigree, rebreed me, they're so cheap
Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called comp, who the man?
While I'm tuggin on yo' main bitch head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!)
Understand this, ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all) baby let's be friends

Let's be friends (where my niggaz at? come on)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (all my niggaz, where my hoes at?)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (where the bitches at, where the niggaz with money?)
(Where you at baby?)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (cash makin hoes)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends

I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass got me checkin for you hardcorestarin and watchin
Me and you one on one (see that bitch) picture countless options
Was it prophecy? Clear as day, visions on top of me
Erotic, psychotic, we posess bubonics
Far from a crush I wanna bust your guts and touch
Everything inside you from my head to my nuts
You got me sweatin like a fat girl goin for mine
Just a skinny nigga fuckin like she stole my mind
Back in time I recall how she used to be
I guess money and fame made you used to me
What's up in 9-6? Fine tricks in drag
Fuck Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my ass
Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen
Got my hands on your thighs now
Let me in between as friends

Let's be friends (wessyde, motherfucker right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (wessyde in this motherfucker)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (wessyde in this motherfucker right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (in this motherfucker right here)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends

Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks
I got em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch (Ha hah!)
Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game?
Bet I scream WESSYDE when I came (wessyde, ha ha ha)
Scream my name, cause baby it's delicious got a weak spot
For pretty bitches up and down, similar to switches
My movement, baby let your back get into it
Make it fluid, in and out, all around when a nigga do it
You got me high! Let me come inside
I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride! (let me ride!)
Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?
Fuck player hatin niggaz cause they cock block (cock block)
You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?
Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?
Made a livin out of cuss words, liquor, and weed
A bad seed turned good - in this world of G's
Baby got me fantasizin, seein you naked
It's the fuck song, so check my record
And let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at) Thug style

Let's be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Throw yo' guns in the air!)
Friends, (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)
Let's be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Where my niggaz at?)
Friends, (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Where my people at? Let's be)

Where my people at? Show me where my people at
Where my people at? Show me where my people at
All my niggaz now, just my niggaz come
Where my niggaz at? Just my niggaz now
Be friends, tell me where my niggaz at
Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Be friends, tell me where my people at
Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Make money, take money, be friends

Let's be friends (get your cash on, let's, get dough)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (c'mon, get your cash on)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (c'mon, get your cash on, let's, get paid)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (c'mon, getcha cash on)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends

Make money, take money
Make money, take money
Make money, take money
Make money, take money
Make money, take money

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A 'Yo Kato - Lyrics - Grand Champ - Dmx

Title: A 'Yo Kato
Album: Grand Champ
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): V Rangel, K Dean, F Massey, Earl Simmons

Lyric:
Huh, this go out to my dog Kato, rest in peace baby

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'yo Kato!

Started off two dogs with the same goals
Nothin' but two dogs walkin' the same road
Two different cultures, but had the same heart
Enjoyed seeing the light, but lived in the dark
5th Avenue, bumped heads in the parkin' lot
Was a quite brother, didn't like to bark a lot
Came direct, when he came, gave respect
So I gave respect, we shared the same respect

To name regret, in our own circles
Two brothers with good hearts, but if you start
Two brothers that'll hurt you, know how that dirt do
Hittin' four corners, right back upon us, God tried to warn us
But sometimes we don't see
When I first heard I'm like, "This can't be"
Y'all niggaz is bugging, got the wrong information or something
Please tell me these niggaz is frontin', God know

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
(We miss you, Kato)
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'Yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

A'yo K' let me kick it with you for a minute
There was things left unsaid, dog, we wasn't finished
Never got to say "Thank You", for bein' a friend
Dogs for life, and you, rode to the end
Held dog down, didn't let a day go by
Every time dog came to the shy
I was good, trips out to Phoenix, with the scrambler squad
Now I come back to Phoenix and like, "Damn it's hard"

To accept the fact, that you won't be comin' back
But I hope you comin' back, 'cos I won't accept the fact
When you came to New York, you had to come to the crib
And vice-versa, yeah, that's just how we did, remote control cars
We would race all day, it was adventure, we would chase our day
So I'm not gonna say goodbye my nigga
Instead I would rather, focus on the time we spent together
That's what matters

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
(We miss you, Kato)
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'Yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

Need you to save me a spot, next to you and the lord
Don't know when I'm comin', but keep checkin' the door
But while I'm here, knock on wood
I'll make sure your kids remember who their father was
And Val is good, understood how real niggaz move
We don't part, but ya gonna always have family in New York
Believe that, where you at, you can see that
We dogs for life and to death and I mean that [Incomprehensible]

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
(We miss you, Kato)
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'Yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

Yo, where the hood at is banging right now, man
That was your favorite joint, ya know what I mean?
(We miss you, Kato)
It's going just like we thought it would baby
(We miss you, Kato)
Aight
(We miss you, Kato!)
(I'll always love you K')

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Friends - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Friends
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Quincy Delight Jones Iii, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Sean Young

Lyric:
I wanna be
Yo, let me fuck that nigga down
You heard that shit nigga
Ay yo, what you doing with that big ass?

My ghetto love song, set it off, set it off
Let's be friends, where my niggaz at?
Where my niggaz, where my niggaz?
Where my niggaz at, all my real niggaz?
Where my niggaz, where my niggaz?

Let's be friends
(Throw ya hands in the air)
There's no need to front
(Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)

Let's be friends
(Westside in this motherfucker right here)
(Throw ya hands in the air)
Westside

Approach you and post a minute
(Yeah)
All on my double-R tinted as you pass bye winking
My eye, freshly scented, what's the happs, baby?
(What's up?)

Come get with me and perhaps, lady
You can help me multiply my stacks, baby
(Ha ha ha, get money, baby)
Currency seem small I need companionship
(Hey)

Through with that scandalous shit
I bet your man ain't shit
(Ain't shit)
So why you hesitating? Acting like your shit don't stink
Check out my diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink
(Bling, bling, bling)

This be a thug paid, outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreaming mother fucker on a mash for bitches
(Bitch)
Check my resume, sipping on Crystalle and allazay

Smoking on big weed, keyed the Cali way
(Westside)
Don't like tricking but I'll buy you a fifth
I can't stand no sneaker-wearing nappy head bitch
(Word)

Let my letters read, read briefly, they're so cheap
Putting bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called cum, who the man?
While tugging on your made bitch head
(Westside)

Understand this, ain't no nigga like me
Fuck Jay-z, he broke and I smoke daily
(Come on, y'all)
Baby, let's be friends

Friends
(Where my niggaz at? Come on, y'all)
No need to front, let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at, all my niggaz?)

Because I know you want to fuck
(Where my bitches at?)
Let's be friends, no need to front, let's be friends
Because I know you want to fuck

I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass got me checking for you hardcore

Staring and watching, me and you one on one
(See that)
Picture countless options, was it prophecy?
Clear as day, visions on top of me
(Oh, my God)

Erotic, psychotic, would possess my body
(Yes, yes, yes)
Far from a quest I wanna bust your guts
And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts

You got me sweating like a fat girl going for mine
Just a skinny nigga fucking like she stole my mind
Back in time I recall how she used to be
I guess money and fame made you used to me

What's up in 9-6? fine tricks in drag
Fuck Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my ass
Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen
(Come here baby, come here)
Got my hands on your thighs now let me in-between
That's friends

Friends
(Where my niggaz at? Hahah, where my bitches at?)
(Throw ya guns in the air)
No need to front, let's be friends
(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)

Because I know you want to fuck
Let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at?)
(Where my niggaz at?)

No need to front, let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at?)
(Where my bitches at? Where my people at?)
Because I know you want to fuck, let's be

Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks
I got 'em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch
(Ha ha)
Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game?

Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came
(Westside)
Scream my name 'cause, baby
It's the licoius ghetto weak spot, for pretty bitches

Up and down, similar to switches
My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluent
In and out, all around when a nigga do it
You got me high, let me come inside

I love it when you get on top, baby, let me ride
Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?
Fuck player hating niggaz 'cause they cock block
(Cock block)

You probably hate to see a real thug with vision with the game
Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?
Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed
A bad seed turned good in this world of G's

Baby got me fantasizing, seeing you naked
It's a fuck song check the record
(So check my record)

Where my niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at
Where my bitches at? Show me where my bitches at
(Come on)
Where my people at? Show me where my people at
(Right here)

Where my people at? Show me where my people at
(Westside in this motherfucker)
All my niggaz now, this for niggaz here
(Come on, Westside in this motherfucker right here)

Where my niggaz at? Just for niggaz now
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches?
(Westside in this motherfucker)
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches be?
(Come on)

Where my bitches at? Where my bitches?
(Westside in this motherfucker right here)
Where my down getting bitches? The cash getting niggaz
(Come on)
Be friends, tell me where my niggaz at
(Westside in this motherfucker)

Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Be friends, tell me where my people at
(Ha ha, my ghetto love song)
Make money, take money, be friends
(You know)

Make money, take money
Make money, take money
Make money, take money

Let's get paid
Come on, get your cash on
Let's get paid

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Won'T You Be My Friend - Lyrics - Peter Frampton

Title: Won'T You Be My Friend
Artist: Peter Frampton
Composer(s): Stanley Sheldon, John T. Siomos, Peter Frampton, Bob Mayo

Lyric:
How do you feel?
Feel good
How do you think I feel?
Bloody fantastic

Oh, listen hard for a year
There was a time
They were just feet
They made me come alive

You got the chance of a lifetime
At the mall
I played awhile
Yeah, don't be sad

Lay low, lay low
They got me up to play
Then I dropped my guitar
Yeah yeah

Played it wrong 48 hours
Walking pool table
Bathroom to bathroom almost missed the gate, yes I did
And never seem to make it

Won't you be my friend?
Don't you understand?
Won't you be my friend?
Don't you see what you have done?

Won't you be my friend?
Don't you understand by now?
Won't you be my friend?
Don't you see what you have done?

Sit alone in the front room
Steel in my hand
Play along for days and nights
Never saw home

We can be such friends
Don't you see by now?
We can be such friends
Don't you see what you have done?

We can be such friends
Don't you see by now?
We can be such friends
Don't you see what you have done
Night after night?

Yeah, be my friend
Won't you be
Oh oh, yeah
Pass it on

If you got the chance, got the chance
What you got, got the chance, got the chance

Listen hard for a year or was it five
They were just feet, they make me come alive
Hit the coast to give you understand
Spent the night feeling grand

We can be such friends
Don't you understand by now?
We can be such friends
Don't you see by now?

We can be such friends
Don't you understand?
We can be such friends
Don't you know what you have done?
Oh yeah

Won't you be my friend?
(Won't you be my friend?)
Don't you understand?
Won't you be my friend?
(Wanna be my friend?)
Don't you see what you have done?

Won't you be my friend?
(Won't you be my friend?)
Don't you understand?
Won't you be my friend?
(Gotta be my friend)
Don't you see what you have done?

Now I see one friend
(Wanna be your friend)
Don't you realize?
Now I feel we're friends
(Wanna be your friend)
Don't you see what you have done?

Now I feel we're friends
(Wanna be your friend)
Don't you understand?
'Cause we could be such friends
(Gotta be your friend)
Don't you see the way I feel?
I can play, I can play all night

Play all night
Play all night

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Get Off My Dick - Lyrics - I Don't Want You Back - Eamon

Title: Get Off My Dick
Album: I Don't Want You Back
Artist: Eamon
Composer(s): Mark Passy, Yared Williams, Eamon Doyle, Mark Robinson

Lyric:
You go, go tell your friends
(Your friends, your friends, your friends, your friends)
Tell them get off my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

They keep tellin' you shit
(You shit, you shit, you shit, you shit)
Go tell, I said suck my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

You could tell me this and that, I'll tell you plenty facts
Your friends are herp's, don't know what they're sayin'
Friends front in front of me, fuckin' wannabes
In your ear, but they don't know eamon

Claimin' that they seein' me, up in the industry
Actin' fool, thinkin' that I'm playin'
You're foolish for believin' them, girl, if I'm your man
It's me or them, that's what I'm sayin'

You go, go tell your friends
(Your friends, your friends, your friends, your friends)
Tell them get off my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

They keep tellin' you shit
(You shit, you shit, you shit, you shit)
Go tell, I said suck my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

Bring on over all your friends, I'll put it to an end
In my face, all the stories changin'
I'll blow up all their spots, but I'd rather not
I'll let you see that they just hatin'

If I want I got a block beggin' for my cock
There it now, watch how they'll be chasin'
This is how I make it stop, I make it really hot
Forgot your friends when we started matin'

You go, go tell your friends
(Your friends, your friends, your friends, your friends)
Tell them get off my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

They keep tellin' you shit
(You shit, you shit, you shit, you shit)
Go tell, I said suck my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

Everytime you say somethin' 'bout what your girlfriends said
It makes me wanna punch you in your head but instead
I say the same thing again, don't listen to your friends
Yo, they must be on my dick or something
They always talk a lot of smack but ain't sayin' nothin'
They steady frontin' everytime that I confront them

Come on, they just a bunch of ho's, swingin' on the poles
Buying coke, then they sniff it up in they nose
I guess you really must be stupid if you listenin' to them
It's a sin I suppose, here's your last chance to make this choice
Then my mind is chose, it's me or the ho's, case closed

You go, go tell your friends
(Your friends, your friends, your friends, your friends )
Tell them get off my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

They keep tellin' you shit
(You shit, you shit, you shit, you shit)
Go tell, I said suck my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

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Money Gets - Lyrics - Mac

Title: Money Gets
Artist: Mac
Composer(s): Percy Miller, Mckinley Jr Phipps, O'Dell Vickers

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Lyric:
Yo Mac nigga, the only reason I'm telling you this nigga
'Cuz I care 'bout you nigga
I wanna see you ball 'til you fall nigga but you know what
You know what come with muthafuckin' money and fame?
Muthafuckin' enemies and niggas hatin'
You see, you rich now nigga but ahh
Dead men can't spend no muthafuckin' money

Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money get you power but it also get you dead
And keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money get you sex but it also get you dead

And keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money get you respect but it also get you dead
And keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money brang power but that's why it gets you dead

You see a wise man told me to keep your eyes on a sparrow
And don't get caught up like my lil' homies Harrold and Darryl
You see, this shit ain't the same nigga, times done changed
How many homies out there chasin' fortune and fame?

You see, a righteous man, he learns to preach and uh
Intelligent man, he love to teach
But these ghetto wars got us trapped in
Crack sells, 1-8-7, 2-11's, even the state pen

The penitentiary ain't no place for me
God, won't yah hear me, make a way for me
And to my homies that are gone, I hope they rest in peace
And we gon' ball til' we fall, why we roll the streets

Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money get you power but it also get you dead
And keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money get you sex but it also get you dead

And keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money get you respect but it also get you dead
And keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money brang power but that's why it gets you dead

Somebody ask me how it feel to have change
How I feel to be a major muthafucka in this game
I'll told them, let the sunshine turn to rain
In other words, that's cool but it's a lot of shit I can't explain

Like bitches say they love me but I can't really believe 'em
Who wouldn't wanna love me, I got money and I'm succeedin''
Them bitches got niggas, niggas got bitches, they be plottin'
You show 'em your crib, next week they kickin' in yo' spot

And it's a shame when niggas bust your brains with the stripes
It seems like I'm the only nigga trippin' on my life
At night, I say my prays with my vest on
My triggas under my pillows, I'm even scared to get my rest on

Runnin' with them killas that'll ride for me, die for me
Open fire for me, wouldn't lie to me
I watch my back, I watch my front, I watch them niggas
I watch them bitches in fact I think they all tryna kill Mac

Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money get you power but it also get you dead
And keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money get you sex but it also get you dead

And keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money get you respect but it also get you dead
And keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money brang power but that's why it gets you dead

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Round The Bend - Lyrics - Beta Band

Title: Round The Bend
Artist: Beta Band
Composer(s): Steve Mason, Richard Greentree, Robin Jones, John Maclean

Lyric:
I'm going totally round the bend
I don't want to see my friends
I don't want to see my mad friend
Because he's driving me insane

I don't want to see my friends
I'm going totally round the bend
Earlier on today I tried to walk down the street
But my feet kept slipping on the pavement

I find myself at 90 degrees to the rest of the world
It's not much fun you can take it from me

I'm not having too good a time
There's people worse off than me
Don't think I don't realize that
But I'm going round the bend again
The last thing I wanna do is see my friends again
I'm going quietly round the bend again

I try to function as a normal human being
I washed my car earlier on this evening
And now I'm trying to get it together to cook a little meal
Before I go for a drink with my friends

But I've got no food
I've got no time to go to the supermarket
It's not that I couldn't make time
It's more I get confused when I get there

People walking past see the green trees outside
They see a nice little flat and imagine the person inside
Is having a great old time
Well I wish I was having a good a time as
They possibly imagine that I'm having

All I wanna do is go far away
And see things I've never seen before
Like the Pyramids they weren't built in a day you know
Those 4th dynasty pyramids just don't fit into the equation

But I'm so paranoid, I can't even make it to the supermarket
Let alone go to Egypt to see my favorite pyramid
Now I'm going to go round to Robin's and try to eat some food there
Sometimes it eats better if you're in the company of men
He's just said he's had a glass of red wine, so I might have mine

I listened to the Beach Boys just a minute ago
'Wild Honey' it's not their best album but it's still pretty good
They've got some funny little love songs on there
But its not mainly a Brian Wilson production
So it's probably not as good as something like 'Pet Sounds'

I'm going totally round the bend
I don't wanna see my friends again
I just want to be left alone
And never bothered ever again
Never again, never again, never again
Ever again, ever again

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...Listen - Lyrics - Spitalfield

Title: ...Listen
Artist: Spitalfield
Composer(s): Daniel Lowder, Thomas J Minich, Jose Daniel Romero, Mark Daniel Rose

Lyric:
Can't you see that I'm trying to get through to you?
This door keeps slamming on my hands
I'm thinking about the way you used to be
The one who sang to me
Your song keeps playing in my head

Maybe I should write it down
And turn another page
Then just rip it out
There's so much left to say

We live tonight, again and again
And it's all I've ever wanted
All I've ever dreamed and more

And I'm sure that when my friends wake up
We're somewhere
In the middle of New York and California
Where are you? Where are we going to?

I've got wheels on my bedroom floor
And oil in my closet
My best friends all live next door
Do you remember all the things you said?

Turn back another page like I never left
Until I leave again

We live tonight, again and again
And it's all I've ever wanted
All I've ever dreamed and more

And I'm sure that when my friends wake up
We're somewhere
In the middle of New York and California
Where are you? Where are we going to?

It's just another stretch of highway
I never asked for ordinary time and time change
If I rewrote this it might just sound the same

We live tonight, again and again
And it's all I've ever wanted
All I've ever dreamed and more

And I'm sure that when my friends wake up
We're somewhere
N the middle of New York and California
Where are you? Where are we?

Where are you?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)
Where are we?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)

Where are you?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)
Where are we?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)

Where are you?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)
Where are we?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)

Where are you?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)
Where are we?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)

Going to
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)
Where are you going to?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)

Where are we going to?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)
Where are you going to?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)

Where are we going to?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)
Where are you going to?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)

Where are we going to?
Where are you going to?
Where are we going to?
Where are you going to?
Where are we going to?

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With A Little Help From My Friends - Lyrics - Ringo Starr

Title: With A Little Help From My Friends
Artist: Ringo Starr
Composer(s): Paul Mccartney, John Lennon

Lyric:
What would you do if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ear and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
I get high with a little help from my friends
Oh, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends

What do I do when my love is away?
(Does it worry to be alone?)
How do I feel at the end of the day?
(Are you sad because you're on your own?)

No, I get by with a little help from my friends
I get high with a little help from my friends
Oh, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends

(Do you need anybody?)
I need somebody to love
(Could it be anybody?)
I just want someone to love

(Would you believe in a love at first sight?)
Yes, I'm certain it happens all the time
(What do you see when you turn out the light?)
I can't tell you but I know it's mine

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
I get high with a little help from my friends
Ohh, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends

(Do you need anybody?)
I need somebody to love
(Could it be anybody?)
I just want someone to love

I get by with a little help from my friends
Oh, I get high with a little help from my friends
Oh, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
A little help from my friends

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With A Little Help From My Friends - Lyrics - Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band - Beatles

Title: With A Little Help From My Friends
Album: Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
Artist: Beatles
Composer(s): Paul Mccartney, John Lennon

Lyric:
What would you think if I sang out of tune
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mmm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mmm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

What do I do when my love is away
Does it worry you to be alone?
How do I feel by the end of the day
Are you sad because you're on your own?

No, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mmm, get high with a little help from my friends
Mmm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love

Would you believe in a love at first sight?
Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time
What do you see when you turn out the light?
I can't tell you but I know it's mine

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mmm, get high with a little help from my friends
Oh, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody?
I just need someone to love
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mmm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
Oh, I get high with a little help from my friends
Yes, I get by with a little help from my friends
With a little help from my friends

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No.1 Fan - Lyrics - 100% Ginuwine - Ginuwine

Title: No.1 Fan
Album: 100% Ginuwine
Artist: Ginuwine
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Elgin Lumpkin

Lyric:
Aaa, aaa, haa
(I can't see you, see you, haa)
Aaa, haa, haa
Now put your hands up, aaa, haa
(I can't see you, see you, haa)
Aaa haa, haa
Let me tell you some' like this, one

Lookin' for my number one fan
(Where you were?)
I know she's somewhere in the stands
(Aah)
Let me see you wavin' your hands
(Where you were? Come on)
I can't see you
Wave a little more if you can
(Aah)
Where's my number one?
(What am I up?)
I'm lookin' for my number one fan
(Aah)
I know she's somehere in the stands
(Aah haa)
And we'll be doin' more than shakin' hands
(Aaa haa haa)
I can't see you
Wave a little more if you can
Where's my number one?

I've seen every picture you sent
I've read every letter you wrote
And everytime they play my song
You sing it ba', yo, ba'
(Note by note)
I wonder what you do to me
(Aah)
If you were to see me in the streets
(If you were to see me in the streets)
Well, darlin' I would like to see
(Aah)
Be at my show waitin' for me
(Waa)
I' m lookin' for

Lookin' for my number one fan
(Ooh yea)
(What?)
I know she's somewhere in the stands
(Aah)
Let me see you wavin' your hands
(Say what?)
I can't see you
Wave a little more if you can
Where's my number one?
(Say what?)
Lookin' for my number one fan
I know she's somehere in the stands
And we'll be doin' more than shakin' hands
(Shakin' hands, shakin' hands)
(Oh)
I can't see you
(Waa waa)
Wave a little more if you can
Where's my number one?

Well, my East Coast ladies
(I can't see you)
Get money lady, what?
Indepentant ladies
All my West Coast ladies
(I-I-I can't see you)
Get money ladies
Say what?

I hear you everytime you scream
I put it on you in your dreams
(Dream)
I'm hangin' on your bedroom wall
I see you when you ain't wearin' nothin' at all
Then sometimes you look at me
When you be feelin', oh freaky
(When you be feelin', oh freaky)
And you'll be somewhere where were we
Get somewhere where I can see
Woo ooo ooo
(Aah)

Lookin' for my number one fan
I know she's somewhere in the stands
(No, somewhere out there)
Let me see you wavin' your hands
I can't see you
(Shakin' hands, shakin' hands)
Wave a little more if you can
Where's my number one?
(Oh, yea)
Lookin' for my number one fan
(Hmm, no)
I know she's somehere in the stands
(Aah, aah)
And we'll be doin' more than shakin' hands
(Shakin' hands, shakin' hands)
(Say what?)
I can't see you
Wave a little more if you can
Where's my number one?
(Oh, oh)
(Come on man)

I can't see you
(Aah)
Where they at?
There they go
(Come on man)
Over there
Over here
(Where is my number one, lady?)
I-I-I can't see you
Where they at?
There they go
(Come on)
Over there
(Come on)
Over here
(Come on now)
I can't see you
Where they at?
There they go
(Come on now)
Over there
Over here
(Where is my number one, lady?)
(Come on)
I-I-I can't see you
Where they at?
There they go
Over there
(My friend, ahh)
Ooo

Lookin' for my number one fan
(Where is my number?)
I know she's somewhere in the stands
(Aaa haa)
Let me see you wavin' your hands
(Say what?)
(Where you are?)
I can't see you
Wave a little more if you can
Where's my number one?
(So you are arriving)

Lookin' for my number one fan
(So you are arriving in the place)
I know she's somewhere in the stands
(In the front)
And we'll be doin' more than shakin' hands
(Where you are? We'll be doin')
I can't see you
Wave a little more if you can
(Wave a little more)
Where's my number one?
(If you want me baby)

Let shout lady
Get money lady
(Ooh, where is the number one, babe?)
Aah
East Coast ladies
Get money ladies
(I am just looking)
Aah
I can't see you
West Coast ladies
Independent ladies
(Where is the number one, babe?)
Aah
All my little friends
(Where is my number one?)
(Where is it?)

Looking for my number one fan
I know she's somewhere in the stands
(Ooh, missing)
Let me see you waving your hands
I can't see you
Wave a little more if you can
(I have been looking)
Where's my number one?
(I have been searching)

Lookin' for my number one fan
(Lookin' for my number one fan)
I know she's somewhere in the stands
And we'll be doin' more than shakin' hands
(Lookin' for my number one)
I can't see you
(Lookin' for my number one fan)
Wave a little more if you can
Where's my number one
(Ooh, Lookin' for my)
(Ooh, missing)
(I said I'm lookin' for my)

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