Seven Days ( Remix ) - Lyrics - Craig David

Title: Seven Days ( Remix )
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): Darren John Hill, Mark Hill, Craig David

Lyric:
You know what?
Got something to say
Yeah, Craig David
7 Days, check it out, yeah

On my way to see my friends
Who lived a couple blocks away from me
As I walked through the subway
Must have been about quarter past three

In front of me stood a beautiful honey
With a beautiful body, she asked me for the time
I said it'd cost her a name, a six digit number
And a date with me tomorrow at nine

Did she decline? No
Didn't she mind? I don't think so
Oh, was it for real? Damn sure
Oh, what was the deal? A pretty girl aged twenty-four

So was she keen? She couldn't wait
Cinnamon queen? Let me update
Oh, what did she say?

She said she'd love to rendezvous
She asked me what we were gonna do
Said we'd start with a bottle of Moet for two

Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday

I met this girl on Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday

Nine was the time
'Cos I'll be getting mine
And she was looking fine
Smooth talker she told me

She'd love to unfold me all night long
Ooh, I loved the way she kicked it
From the front to back she flipped it
Back she flipped it, the way she kicked it

And I, oh, I yeah
Hope that she'd care
'Cos I'm a man who'll always be there

Ooh, yeah
I'm not a man to play around baby
Ooh, yeah
'Cos a one night stand isn't really fair

From the first impression, girl
You don't seem to be like that
'Cos there's no need to chat
For there'll be plenty of time for that

From the subway to my home
Endless ringing of my phone
When you're feeling all alone
All you gotta do is just call me, call me

Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday

I met this girl on Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday

Break it down, break it down
Since I met this special lady, ooh, girl
I can't get her off my mind
She's one of a kind

And I ain't about to deny it
It's a special kind of thing
With you, ohh

Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday

I met this girl on Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday

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Seven Days - Remix - Lyrics - Mary J Blige

Title: Seven Days - Remix
Artist: Mary J Blige
Composer(s): Malik Pendleton

Lyric:
I've been searching for someone
But never looked before my eyes
There you were to my surprise
It was so obvious looking into your face
After playing a game of truth or dare
I wanted to stay at your place

I never thought that I would fall in love with you
But since the day we kissed I knew it had to be you
I never thought we would be together
I can't believe I just made love to you
After all the things that we've been through
Now what are we gonna do? Ohh

Monday, a friend of mine, Tuesday, we played a game
Wednesday, you went away, Thursday, things weren't the same
On Friday, you came back I wanted to kiss you on Saturday
On Sunday we made love, now what are we gonna do?

As much as I, I want you I don't wanna wreck a friend
I've already found in you
I've been there before and I can't ignore
How two friends became one but walked away with none

I cannot risk a friend but the love is so good
I gotta make a choice I would if I could
I never thought we would be together, how can I address you?
"Hey lover?", "Hi friend!" "How ya doin'?", "Where ya been?"
I gotta make a choice

Monday, a friend of mine, Tuesday, we played a game
Wednesday, you went away, Thursday, things weren't the same
On Friday, you came back I wanted to kiss you on Saturday
On Sunday we made love, now what are we gonna do?

Monday, a friend of mine, Tuesday, we played a game
Wednesday, you went away, Thursday, things weren't the same
On Friday, you came back I wanted to kiss you on Saturday
On Sunday we made love, now what are we gonna do?

Monday
Things weren't the same
On Monday we made sweet sweet love, Tuesday, we played a game
On Sunday we made love, now what are we gonna do?

Monday, a friend of mine, Tuesday, we played a game

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Sensual Seduction (Remix) - Lyrics - Snoop Dogg

Title: Sensual Seduction (Remix)
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Composer(s): Demetrius Stewart, Calvin Broadus

Lyric:
I'm gonna take my time
She gon' get hers before I
I'm gonna take it slow
I'm not gonna rush the stroll

So she can get a sensual seduction
So I can get a sensual seduction
So we can get a sensual seduction
Sensual seduction

She might be with him
But she's thinkin' 'bout me, me, me
We don't go to the mall
We don't go out to eat, eat, eat

All that we ever do
Is play in the sheets, sheets, sheets
Smoke us a cigarette
And go back to sleep, sleep, sleep

'Cause we done got a
Sensual seduction
Sensual seduction
Sensual seduction
Sensual seduction

I'm gonna take my time
She gon' get hers before I
I'm gonna take it slow
I'm not gonna rush the stroll

If you don't know by now
Doggy Dogg is a freak, freak, freak
I keep a bad *** with me
Seven days out the week, week, week

And all that we ever do
Is play in the sheets, sheets, sheets
And smoke us a cigarette
And go back to sleep, sleep, sleep

'Cause we done got a
Sensual seduction
Sensual seduction
Sensual seduction
Sensual seduction

I was all in the club havin' a drink, blowin' on a sweet
When I peeped this little freak out
I was all on the bar when drifter shawty redd came on
Then she hit the floor, now

With a see through dress, long hair, light brown eyes
Lookin' like Miss Bo Peep
And a playa know if I take her home
With them real thick hips, you so right I'm gon' beat

So I approached the chick with the real pretty face
Nice curves on her with a lil? bitty waist
I whispered in her ear, "Lil momma, what you drank?
I know that you're a freak
But you know I ain?t gon say shh"

See my game is outrageous
I got into the crib and exchanged some love faces
But it wasn't no need for me to rush to bust one
Cus I wanted her to have an eruption

Sensual seduction
Sensual seduction
Sensual seduction
Sensual seduction

Sensual seduction
(All the time, any time)
Sensual seduction
Sensual seduction

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Won'T Let You Down (Texas Remix) - Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Title: Won'T Let You Down (Texas Remix)
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Kevin Cossom, Daniel Johnson, Hakeem Seriki

Lyric:
It seems that there's a deadly virus
That's sweeping through the urban community
The side-effects cannot often be seen
Because your pockets will not turn green

Some thought that there was no vaccine
But it seems that we have a cure
Chamillitary Mayne
Get off your couch and go get it

I'm up early in the morning
Thinking 'bout getting this money
All I know is I gotta get that paper
The hustlers told me, that I gotta get it, get it
Now I'm getting it the best way I know how

I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down

I'm up early than a mother
Chasing mine 'cause I'm a hustler
Then tomorrow everything is gonna rewind
Only seven days a week and 24 hours a day
That ain't enough for me so I ain't wasting time

'Cause only dreams come to sleepers
And my life ain't getting cheaper
So you know them dollar signs, they on my mind

When they ask me where I'm going?
I say you already know
I'm 'bout to hit the streets and go and get
What's mine, won't let you down

Dreams of having finer things
Riding blades and dreaming should
Make you wanna wake up and get it
In real life than see the wood

In your grip, if you slip and don't grab
What you see ain't good
Only place that you gonna be
Or ever see gonna be the hood

I'm up early in the morning
Thinking 'bout getting this money
All I know is I gotta get that paper
The hustlers told me, that I gotta get it, get it
Now I'm getting it the best way I know how

I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down

Boy that word ain't no excuse
You know what it mean to me
It means you passing over
Opportunities repeatedly

Write it on a piece of paper
Only thing I see is P
That paper, paper, paper chaser
Better thing for me to be

Now, my services ain't for free
Make that money multiply
Early in the morning I be gone
Chase with me, it ain't gonna be no tie

Try to explain and give 'em game
I don't know why I even try
You do the same if you was I
But you are you so you gonna lie

Make 'em think that you got cash
Tell them ladies you got slabs
Only thing you get is laughs
You can't even bring down half

Of the bill that's on that tab
Only thing wrong with being broke
Is staying broke and making excuses
'Bout it like there ain't no hope

I'm up early in the morning
Thinking 'bout getting this money
All I know is I gotta get that paper
The hustlers told me, that I gotta get it, get it
Now I'm getting it the best way I know how

I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down

In the hood, having no condition, I was having something
I remember it like it was yesterday
They was talking down on me and I lost a couple homies
I was getting mine while they used to play

They say I need to slow down
But I ain't slowing down for nothing
I don't wanna let the paper get away

So when I'm in the streets grinding
Ain't no need to be crying
The best way that you can help me is to pray
I won't let you down

Partners that was getting lazy
Females that was acting crazy
Them promoters that tried to play me
Mixtape labels that didn't pay me

My old homies that ain't around me
Dissing rappers that came to find me
Major labels that didn't sign me
Left all that nonsense behind me, I got paid

I'm up early in the morning
Thinking 'bout getting this money
All I know is I gotta get that paper
The hustlers told me, that I gotta get it, get it
Now I'm getting it the best way I know how

I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down

See, rich people ain't going to tell you how to get paid
And broke people act like they the richest people in the world
Always telling people with money how to get money
Always spending money that they thought they was gonna get
Buying things they can't afford, stop making excuses

If chronic smoke makes him sleepy
He's gonna tell ya he got chronic fatigue
If liquor makes him drowsy
He gonna say he got that gray goose disease

If women keep taking his money
He gonna tell ya he slipped off his sleeve
Whatever your weakness
Stop making excuses please

You should not be in couch or in house
You should be in route, if you gotta ask where?
Then that's the reason you ain't got nothing
You don't know how to listen, go get it

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Scenario (Remix) - Lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Scenario (Remix)
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Bryan Higgins, Ali Jones-Muhammad, Kamall Fareed, Malik Taylor, James Jackson, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Here in 1992, we present, the fabulos what's the Scenario remix
Whereas there are seven MC's
Six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh hood

Check the vibe, walk that ass or get got
Eff it, I lick buckshots
Hood, madman, I rip up stages
Lay down all your wages, I'm wild like Larry Davis

Extra, extra, pick up a clip
I'll tear ass out the frame and grab my dick
I'm a Rock 'em Sock 'em robot kid, I drop bombs
I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty

I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news
I'm crazy and clever, cut those of crews
Death on the phono, my skills are Polo
You say "Oh no" you bitch ass homo

I bag up waste, electrifyin', I'm prime-time
I slaughter a slime, I'm the greatest of all time
Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga
Pump slugs in your face, and dump that ass in the river
Two tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can
Say what? Say what? I'm a bad, bad man

Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip
Punchin out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips
The five-foot assassin has just raided your area
Your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason I ain't hearin' ya

So roll out the red carpet 'cause I'm kickin' this
Vanilla Ice platinum? That shit's ridiculous
Excuse my French, but profanity is all I knew
And to you other sellouts, oh yeah, eff you too

And let it be known, I'm not the one to step to
You're better off callin' D-Nice "To Your Rescue"
Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around
As for corny MC's, like Chuck D, I "Shut 'Em Down"

The Artical Don of hip-hop and I won't stop
The five-foot assassin' has come to wreck 'nuff shop
So do like Michael Jackson and "Remember the Time"
Put on your dancin' shoes or somethin' 'cause ya sho' can't rhyme

Big up, big up, into new identity
Next was said somethin' that complies onto me
What does it take to check a technique?
Many styles, many styles

Hostile heat, brings forth the energy
Milo in the dance is the new identity
One-two mic check, select for the ruffneck
Set 10 to 1 that I come, correct

In my cyphers on blocks, I bring box to connect with knots
So I can grow dreadlocks
Maintain to rock, don't stop the rock
Maintain to rock, don't stop the rock

Kick it right, then not, E. Watt said not
I put my mug up, but fair is fair
So C. Brown are we in the clear? Yeah
C. Brown are we in the clear? Yeah

Makin' moves y'all, moves y'all, on and on and on
Check it out, check it out, to the break of, break of dawn
Who's that, guess, one of the L.O.N.S.
And a Tribe Called Quest, East Coast to West

Remixed mad kick, more than Metallica
'Til all MC's fall like the Battlestar Gallactic
Stampin', stompin', rompin' Compton
People all over the world, I'm promptin'

Pick a style, any style, Strong Isle
Representation, sensationalization
"Scenario" for the radio, 'BLS and KISS, so
Here we go, yo, yeah

Force, Main Source LP on the rise
"In Living Color was" seen through original eyes
And I'm out like shout
Ooh ahh, ooh ahh, there it is baby pah

Lying limp on a limb, slim trim, D I am
There I am, don't run from a friend
Sight we be right, be polite for the mice
Like a like, see sick, see syke

And slip away, and off to the Poconos
Spot picked the clothes, Hype swing the pretty pose
Yamaha, hey ha may
Let's split the funk, now it all spells, hey

Enough enough, Ms. Fitted I'm with it
If I did it, I was blitted, and probably shouldn't have quit it
'Cause yo, my vocal status at Knight is like a Gladys
Bed rest, spread test, and yo I'm like the maddest

Male, not female, hail from Unidel
Bounce the b-ball 'cause beats are being yelled
In the hallways always ringing with a ho'
This one two times nine on the Scenario

Check it out, everybody, grabs the mics
Black mens gettin' hip, doin' what they like
Eight black brothers in the public eye
If you listen very close, I will tell you why

Hood, Phife, Milo, Dinco and C. Brown
Shaheed, myself, and Busta Bust Down
Will commence to rock, so bring on the flocks
In-terrogation for the knockin' of the box

The boom-box ruler, controls the medula
None come cooler, I win like Shula
So bust out the moves as you start to pursue her
Intensified mind, nine-blunt consumer

Tip will come booty, well it's only a rumor
The meaning so deep that it starts brain tumors
Peace to Hood baby from the midnight crooner
Smoke 'em up later, if not then sooner

Hey what we gon' do in ninety-two
Even though we had fun in ninety-one
Wonderful my days, all things comin' down
Run up on the new sound, leavin' cracks in the ground

What's goin on my man? God damn and now my brain is hurtin'
Listen up, Bust-up, straight gon' hit 'em then I get 'em
Rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then I will sit on 'em
Open up your mouth if you want the food

To get rude, Flipmode, 'cause I'm in the mood
Ah-heh, ah-heh! Yeah man, that's how it goes
Body drippin' with blood comin' out your nose
Give me a Band-Aid, what are you askin' for?

More, only your sacred and pure
Adverse, Zig-Zag, check it came to bust a new rep
Rap, Busta Rhymes, or bust this wicked rhyme
Yeah y'all in '92, I'm packin' my roach spray, anyway

Ding-A-Ling, Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School
Mad brother when stealthy
To my dragon, baby, stop whining; I see my influence still shining
More crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo, that's the Scenario

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The Story - Lyrics - Trill - Bun B

Title: The Story
Album: Trill
Artist: Bun B
Composer(s): J Okurbido, D Williams, Bernard Freeman, J Jamerson

Lyric:
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or I said
Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed
Hurting my heart and hanging over my head
'Bout the realest nigga these Texas streets ever bred

C L Butler better known as Chad or Pimp C
The closest homeboy that I ever had
Now when we first met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age

Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P A on the map and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong

Then hit the streets with a big ass bang
Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang
Dropped, "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live
Shit, next thing you know we was signing to Jive

Dropped, "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones"
Put the remix on "Menace" shit we had it going on
Got, love in the streets and played on the air
But the homey putting us out, wasn't playing too fair

Had to separate ourself, bring in a new team
But sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes

We didn't realize what was happening on the real
And new management was cutting back room deals
Hiding different money and concealing the price
He had us doing all the work but was keeping the biggest slice

Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing
But by the time we did, all the paperwork was in ruins
Nigga kept all the receipts so we couldn't file taxes
The next thing you know, IRS hitting us with axes

Pimp you owe seven figures, Bun you owe six
Better get your paper together, get this shit fixed
Remixed the management team and tried it ourself
Cussed out the GM, almost got put on the shelf

Fuck it, dropped "Ridin' Dirty" instant classic in the South
Reclaimed the southern title, shut everybody's mouth
Got some clout in the game, boys calling us the greatest
But meanwhile me and Pimp is still ducking haters

The old manager calling and say he fina' sue
And put a padlock on the everything we trying to do
Put a call out to the Prince, this nigga still hating
We got heat for the streets, and we can't keep the people waiting

He made a call to [Incomprehensible] and folks, telling the man
You gotta cut UGK some slack understand
Young Pimp got the plan, Bun got the drawl
Rap-A-Lot had our back and we just waiting on Jive

We got the big bosses on the same page
So me and young Pimp went hit 'em from center stage
Next thing you know we got this call from the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly

He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb
And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him
Shit big Bun was all for it, but Pimp wasn't sure
But "Big Pimpin" hit 'em 187-Pure

Number one song on every station you turn on
MTV and BET we getting our burn on
Grammy nominated can't believe that we made it
And we got a call from Jive that left us all faded

And it stated, that due to the success of the track
We here at Jive records, would like to piggy back
Get another beat from Timb, then get a verse from Jay
Let Hype shoot the video and we'll be on the way

Shit it sounded okay, but me I had to ask
If we don't do Big Pimpin 2, would you still put us on blast
A song like that might take a nigga to the top
But my true fan base, might think a nigga flop

They got mad and put niggaz on hold
For damn near a year till the buzz got cold
So we said fuck 'em and went back to the basics
Trying to find ways to get the fuck up out the matrix

We put "Dirty Money" together and it was aces
But that's around the time that Pimp caught two cases
He got probation, said, "Fuck you hoes"
We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows

And then he violated, one month before we dropped
And shit just got put on hold or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City

Niggaz with masks on, vests and all black
It's Christmas 2000 and 1, bitch we was all that
Strongest on the block, nobody could budge
And then he violated, now we right back before the judge

They calling him a nuisance, put my dog behind a fence
It was January 28th, he ain't been home since
Threw a nigga through a loop and caught me in the crosses
Standing cold, CEO, now I'm the fucking boss

Had the devil on my back, got to drinking and drugging
Had to make a choice, get back to rapping or thugging
So I walked into my bedroom, got down on my knees
Put my hands together and I prayed Lord please

Let me get past this bridge over water that's trouble
And get back up on my grind on the double
He said son don't worry 'cause it's not really hard as it seem
And I can turn your nightmares back into dreams

You just got to stay true to yourself and succeed
Then push away from the devil and get closer to me
And every since that night man I promise I been on it
Giving that killer flow to anybody who want it
Pimp the pen like never before, I'm breaking 'em G

Not to mention I got the world screaming free Pimp C
So soon as you make parole and they open the doors
You ain't gotta worry about nothing, the world is yours
Ain't no mo' struggles my nigga and no mo' stripe
I kept it real because to me it's UGK for life

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