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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Sex (I'M A...) - Lyrics - Pleasure Victim - Berlin

Title: Sex (I'M A...)
Album: Pleasure Victim
Artist: Berlin
Composer(s): Terri Nunn, John Crawford, David Diamond

Lyric:
Sex

Feel the fire, feel my love inside you it's so right
There's the sound and the smell of love in my mind
I'm a toy, come and play with me, say the word now
Wrap your legs around mine and ride me tonight

I'm a man, I'm a goddess
I'm a man, well I'm a virgin
I'm a man, I'm a blue movie
I'm a man, I'm a bitch

I'm a man, I'm a geisha
I'm a man, I'm a little girl
And we make love together

Slip and slide in your wet delight, feel the blood flow
Not too fast, don't be slow, my love's in your hands

I'm a man, I'm a boy
I'm a man, well I'm your mother
I'm a man, I'm a one night stand
I'm a man, am I bi?

I'm a man, I'm a slave
I'm a man, I'm a little girl
And we make love together
And we make love forever

Skin to skin, tongue to oooh, come on honey hold tight
Come inside, it's a passion play just for you
Let's get lost in that magic place all alone now
Drink your fill from my fountain of love, wet your lips

I'm a man, I'm a teaser
I'm a man, well I'm a virgin
I'm a man, I'm a one night stand
I'm a man, I'm a drug

I'm a man, well I'm your slave
I'm a man, I'm a dream divine
And we make love together

I'm a man, I'm a goddess
I'm a man, well I'm a hooker
Yes I'm a man, I'm a blue movie
I'm a man, I'm a slut

I'm a man, I'm a geisha
I'm a man, I'm babe
I'm a man, I'm a dream divine
And we make love together
And we'll make love forever

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Sex (I'M A...) (Extended Version) - Lyrics - Pleasure Victim - Berlin

Title: Sex (I'M A...) (Extended Version)
Album: Pleasure Victim
Artist: Berlin
Composer(s): Terri Nunn, John Crawford, David Diamond

Lyric:
Sex

Feel the fire, feel my love inside you it's so right
There's the sound and the smell of love in my mind
I'm a toy, come and play with me, say the word now
Wrap your legs around mine and ride me tonight

I'm a man, I'm a goddess
I'm a man, well I'm a virgin
I'm a man, I'm a blue movie
I'm a man, I'm a bitch

I'm a man, I'm a geisha
I'm a man, I'm a little girl
And we make love together

Slip and slide in your wet delight, feel the blood flow
Not too fast, don't be slow, my love's in your hands

I'm a man, I'm a boy
I'm a man, well I'm your mother
I'm a man, I'm a one night stand
I'm a man, am I bi?

I'm a man, I'm a slave
I'm a man, I'm a little girl
And we make love together
And we make love forever

Skin to skin, tongue to oooh, come on honey hold tight
Come inside, it's a passion play just for you
Let's get lost in that magic place all alone now
Drink your fill from my fountain of love, wet your lips

I'm a man, I'm a teaser
I'm a man, well I'm a virgin
I'm a man, I'm a one night stand
I'm a man, I'm a drug

I'm a man, well I'm your slave
I'm a man, I'm a dream divine
And we make love together

I'm a man, I'm a goddess
I'm a man, well I'm a hooker
Yes I'm a man, I'm a blue movie
I'm a man, I'm a slut

I'm a man, I'm a geisha
I'm a man, I'm babe
I'm a man, I'm a dream divine
And we make love together
And we'll make love forever

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Sex - Lyrics - Berlin Live: Sacred And Profane - Berlin

Title: Sex
Album: Berlin Live: Sacred And Profane
Artist: Berlin
Composer(s): Terri Nunn, John Crawford, David Diamond

Lyric:
Sex

Feel the fire, feel my love inside you, it's so right
Here's the sound and the smell of love in my mind

I'm a toy, come and play with me, say the word now
Wrap your legs around mine and ride me tonight

I'm a man
I'm a goddess
I'm a man
Well, I'm a virgin
I'm a man
I'm a blue movie

I'm a man
I'm a bitch
I'm a man
I'm a Geisha
I'm a man
I'm a little girl

And we make love together

Slip and slide in your wet delight, feel the blood flow
Not too fast, don't be slow, my love's in your hands

I'm a man
I'm a boy
I'm a man
Well, I'm your mother
I'm a man
I'm a one night stand

I'm a man
I'm a bi
I'm a man
I'm a slave
I'm a man
I'm a little girl

And we make love together
And we make love forever

Skin to skin, tongue to ooh, come on honey, hold tight
Come inside, it's a passion play just for you

Let's get lost in that magic place all alone now
Drink your fill from my fountain of love, wet your lips

I'm a man
I'm a teaser
I'm a man
Well, I'm a virgin
I'm a man
I'm a one night stand

I'm a man
I'm a drug
I'm a man
Well, I'm your slave
I'm a man
I'm a dream divine

And we make love together

I'm a man
I'm a goddess
I'm a man
Well, I'm a hooker
Yes I'm a man
I'm a blue movie

You know I'm a man
I'm a slut
I'm a man
I'm your babe
I'm a man
I'm a dream divine

And we make love together
And we'll make love forever
...

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Hot Sex - Lyrics - The Love Movement - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Hot Sex
Album: The Love Movement
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): M Taylor, Ali S Mohammed, J Davis

Lyric:
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter

Ayo, who wanna pull on Phifer long time no hear from
Suckers walkin' around talking about they could get some
But that pop is non cypher, no can do
And if you think I'm a dope, then ask the other crew

And I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow
I'm not lawn doctor so just step off with the hoe
Oops, my mistake I didn't know you went with her
Should I run down the line of the all the kids that done hit her

Don't be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critter
Heard she likes to do one-one my man John Ritter
But back to the subject you can't catch wreck
You must get respect to earn respect

Suckers think they could herb me 'cuz know I where specks
You're full of jokes, but you, your name ain't Flex
I got the riches, the bitches, I'm large like a Huxtable
You think you're all that but you're girl's quite do-able

Yeah, I'm tellin' you G, to back up off me
I'm not a mad cohort, but I'm not Mr. Softee
Rappin' is an art, coming straight from the heart
So forget the chart because the action can start

Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter

Where ya at? To all my peoples with the funk
I'm the undercover brother, dump your hoe in the trunk
Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers
Niggaz, step back, it's the lyrical worker

The poems that I create ain't in paper back books
The poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks
My mental is excelling 'cuz I dabble in the books
I'm not the one to front on, so suboops-suboops

Yo, I gets the Pickens, I'm such a damn Dickens
If you step to this then the plot just thickens
I'll run you around the track like a bunny and a dog
To me, you're just another MC on the log

A link in the chain, fluid on the brain
I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mardane
See, I can't maintain, especially if you come back
I'm the lyrical master blaster, yeah, I can do that

I can also do your girl, so leave the hoe at home
'Cuz when I get done, I have her strung on bones
It's the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mind
Makes me pick up and go when it's time to drop a rhyme

My title is locked, the abstract poetic
I'm in the idle mode but my energy's kinetic
So smooth and debonair, especially for the ear
Gotta keep my thing in gear 'cuz it's evident and clear
That I will rock, rock, rock

Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Rotic - Gimme Good Sex - Lyrics - E

Title: Rotic - Gimme Good Sex
Artist: E
Composer(s): David Brandes, John O'Flynn

Lyric:
Oh, gimme good sex with your ding-a-dong
Hey, gimme good sex, baby, all night long
It's true, I wanna sleep with you
Oh, gimme good sex, be my macho man

Hey, gimme good sex, on a one night stand
Please, do, I wanna sleep with you
Singin' oh, singin' oh
Singin' oh, singin' oh

I'm Max, I'm Max, I'm better than Fritz
And I'm good for your body and I'm good for your tits
I do it from the front and I do it from behind
Oh, I'm the greatest lover, I'm the best that you will find

I'm Max, I'm Max, I'm bigger than Fred
I'm feeling so fantastic, I'm the best you ever had
I've got a lot of time, I'll get you in a jam
Sex is more to me, than what you think of man

Oh, gimme good sex with your ding-a-dong
Hey, gimme good sex, baby, all night long
It's true, I wanna sleep with you
Oh, gimme good sex, be my macho man

Hey, gimme good sex, on a one night stand
Please, do, I wanna sleep with you
Singin' oh, singin' oh
Singin' oh, singin' oh

I'm Max, I'm Max, I'm cooler than John
Baby, I've got the power that will move you along
I wanna make you scream and I wanna make you shout
Yes, sex is more than up and down, and more than in and out

I'm Max, I'm Max, I'm hotter than Dick
I'm a master and a beggar, I'm a teacher and a slave
I'm the biggest lover from the land of uncle Sam
Sex is more to me, than wham bang
Thank you, Mam

Oh, gimme good sex with your ding-a-dong
Hey, gimme good sex, baby, all night long
It's true, I wanna sleep with you
Oh, gimme good sex, be my macho man

Hey, gimme good sex, on a one night stand
Please, do, I wanna sleep with you
Singin' oh, singin' oh
Singin' oh, singin' oh, ohh

Oh, gimme good sex with your ding-a-dong
Hey, gimme good sex, baby, all night long
It's true, I wanna sleep with you
Oh, gimme good sex, be my macho man

Hey, gimme good sex, on a one night stand
Please, do, I wanna sleep with you
Singin' oh, singin' oh
Singin' oh, singin' oh

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Sex (I'M A) - Lyrics - Peaches

Title: Sex (I'M A)
Artist: Peaches
Composer(s): Terri Nunn, John Crawford, David Diamond

Lyric:
Sex, sex, sex, sex

Feel the fire, feel my love inside you, it's so right
That's the sound and the smell of love in my mind
I'm a toy, come and play with me, say the word now
Wrap your legs around mine and ride me tonight

I'm a man, I'm a goddess, well I'm a virgin
I'm a blue movie, I'm a bitch
I'm a geisha, I'm a little girl
We make love together

And we'll make love forever
We make love together
And we'll make love forever

Skin to skin, tongue to ooh! Honey, hold tight
Come inside, it's a passion play just for you
Let's get lost in that magic place, all alone now
Drink your fill from my fountain of love, wet your lips

I'm a man, I'm a boy, well I'm your mother
I'm a one night stand, am I bi
I'm your slave, I'm a dream divine
We make love together

And we'll make love forever
We make love together
And we'll make love forever
We make love together

(Sex)
And we'll make love forever
(Sex)
We make love together

(Sex)
And we'll make love forever
(Sex)
We make love together

(Sex)
And we'll make love forever
(Sex)

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Leave Your Name - Lyrics - Double Up - R. Kelly

Title: Leave Your Name
Album: Double Up
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Robert Kelly

Lyric:
You have reached R. Kelly
Unfortunately I'm asleep
Been out partying all night
And I'm blasted off that Hennessey

I hop to hotel lobbies
Going to them after-parties
Throwing up and carrying on
'Bout to have somebody drive me home

I get through the door, fall on the floor
Get up, I'm staggering
Look upstairs
Shit is blurry because I'm real bent

And now I don't know whether
I'm coming or going
And this goes out to all of my
Honeys that's calling

Leave your name right after the beep and I'm
Sure to get back with you
If I'm not asleep or

Smoking on some trees or
Having a little sex or
If I'm not faded or
Making a baby

(Would you please, yeah)
Leave your name right after the beep and I'm
Sure to get back with you
If I'm not asleep or

(Said if)
Blowing on trees
(I'm not)
Having some sex
(Having sex, yeah)
If I'm not faded or
Making a baby

Drinking Belvedere, 7-Up, and gin
I told myself never again
Sleeping while the club is crunk
Don't make no sense to be that drunk

Arguing through the night
Pushing on people and starting fights
I was fucked up, I confess
People saying Kellz is a hot mess

Even after that I was taking shots
Shot after shot
Shot after shot then
I couldn't even open the door to my Benz

Dropped off and I get in the door now
Lying on the stairs snoring now
Why you calling me, calling me, calling me?
(Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Kellz)

Why you calling me, calling me, calling me?
(Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up)
But I'm knocked out on sleep

So leave your name right after the beep and I'm
(Please leave your name, right after)
Sure to get back with you
(Yeah)
If I'm not asleep or
(No)

Smoking on some trees or
(Smoking on trees, yeah)
Having a little sex or
(In the middle of having sex)
If I'm not faded or
(Yeah)
Making a baby
(Won't you please)

Leave your name right after the beep and I'm
Sure to get back with you
(Right back)
If I'm not asleep or

(Call you back)
Blowing on trees
(Oh yes I'll call you back)
Having some sex
(I'll call you back)
If I'm not faded or
(I'll call you back)
Making a baby

When the morning comes and I'm sober
And everything is cool
I'll check my message
And I promise to get right back with you

And if you think I'm screening calls
You're mothafuckin' right
That's for the haters
I return calls to all the girls I like

So leave your name right after the beep and I'm
(Leave your name)
Sure to get back with you
If I'm not asleep or

Smoking on some trees or
Having a little sex or
If I'm not faded or
Making a baby

Just leave your name right after the beep and I'm
(Right after, right after)
Sure to get back with you
If I'm not asleep or

(I'll call you back)
Blowing on trees
(Oh yes I'll call you back)
Having some sex
(I'll call you back)
If I'm not faded or
(I'll call you back)
Making a baby

So leave your name right after the beep and I'm
Sure to get back with you
(Sure to get back with you)
If I'm not asleep or
(If I'm not asleep)

Smoking on some trees or
(Smoking on some trees)
Having a little sex or
(Having some sex)
(I'm not faded)
If I'm not faded
(I'm making a baby)
Making a baby
(Got to leave your name)

Leave your name right after the beep and I'm
{Damn, 200 missed calls}
Sure to get back with you

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Criminal - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: Criminal
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers, Jeff Bass

Lyric:
A lot of people ask me stupid fuckin' questions
A lot of people think that what I say on records
Or what I talk about on a record
That I actually do it in real life or that I believe in it
Or if I say that I wanna kill somebody, that
I'm actually gonna do it or that I believe in it
Well, shit if you believe that then I'll kill you
You know why? 'Cuz I'm a

Criminal
Criminal
You goddamn right
I'm a criminal
Yeah, I'm a criminal

My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge
That'll stab you in the head whether you're a fag or lez
Or the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest
Pants or dress, hate fags? The answer's, "Yes"
Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic
Starin' at my jeans, watchin' my genitals bulgin'
That's my motherfuckin' balls, you'd better let go of 'em
They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get a hold of 'em

Hey, it's me, Versace
Whops, somebody shot me!
And I was just checkin' the mail
Get it? Checkin' the 'male'?
How many records you expectin' to sell
After your second LP sends you directly to jail?
C'mon, relax guy, I like gay men
Right, Ken? Give me an Amen
Amen
Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus
Heal this child, help us destroy these demons

Oh, and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital
Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher
You can't reach me, my mom can't neither
You can't teach me a goddamn thing
'Cause I watch TV and Comcast cable
And you ain't able to stop these thoughts
You can't stop me from toppin' these charts
And you can't stop me from droppin' each March
With a brand new CD for these fuckin' retards
Who?
And to think, it's just little ol' me
Mr. "Don't Give A Fuck" still won't leave

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
But I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

My mother did drugs, tar, liquor, cigarettes and speed
The baby came out, disfigured, ligaments indeed
It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she
Don't dare make fun of that baby 'cause that baby was me
I'm a criminal, an animal caged who turned crazed
But how the fuck you supposed to grow up when you weren't raised?
So as I got older and I got a lot taller
My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger

I drink malt liquor to fuck you up quicker
Than you'd wanna fuck me up for sayin' the word
My morals went when the president got oral sex
In his Oval Office on top of his desk off of his own employee
Now don't ignore me, you won't avoid me
You can't miss me, I'm white
Blonde-haired and my nose is pointy
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die
In plane crashes and laughs
As long as it ain't happened to him

Slim Shady, I'm as crazy as Eminem and Kim combined
The maniac's in
Replacin' the doctor 'cause Dre couldn't make it today
He's a little under the weather, so I'm takin' his place
Oh, that's Dre with an AK to his face
Don't make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place
I told you Dre, you should've kept that thang put away
I guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it, eh?
I'm a criminal

Aight look
Uh huh
Just go up in that motherfucker
Get the motherfuckin' money
And get the fuck up outta there
Aight
I'll be right here waitin' on you
Aight
Yo, Em
What?
Don't kill nobody this time
Aw right, goddamn, fuck

Hi
How you doin'?
How can I help you?
Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal
Okay
Put the fuckin' money in the bag, bitch
And I won't kill you
What? Oh my God, don't kill me
I'm not gonna kill you bitch, quit lookin' around
Just don't kill me, I have two kids at home
I said, I'm not gonna fuckin' kill you
Don't kill me
Hurry the fuck up
Thank you

Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it
So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it
So I'll be disguised in it
And if anybody identifies the guy in it
I'll hide for five minutes
Come back, shoot the eyewitness
Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business
Die, bitches, bastards, brats, pets
This puppy's lucky I didn't blast his ass yet

If I ever gave a fuck, I'd shave my nuts
Tuck my dick in between my legs and cluck
You motherfuckin' chickens ain't brave enough
To say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut
Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up
To make you mad, so kiss my white naked ass
And if it's not a rapper that I make it as
I'ma be a fuckin' rapist in a Jason mask

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
But I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

I'm a criminal

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Sex Drive - Lyrics - Grace Jones

Title: Sex Drive
Artist: Grace Jones
Composer(s): George Duncan, Grace Jones, Lee Fraser

Lyric:
Sit back, relax, enjoy the ride
Tell the boys in the bank, put the gas in my tank
Polish your skin on my leather
In which position you rank

My car is fast, and it's big
It's one heck of a pig
It's a beast, get in, if you know whats best
Coerce the wind, no backing out, concentrate, liberating, escape

Well?
Sex Drive, take a ride in my car
Sex Drive, impress your friends
Sex Drive, take a ride in my car

Sex Drive, see inside of my eyes
Sex Drive, take a ride in my car
Sex Drive, impress your friends
Sex Drive, take a ride in my car

Accelerate with my spurge
Fell the engine purr
Just push the pedal to the metal
I 'wanna see you squirm

I'm double 'esque and I'm lean, I'm one mean machine
I'm a beast, get in if you know what's best
We'll coerce the wind and kiss the sky
No backing out, it's satisfying

Sex Drive, take a ride in my car
Sex Drive, impress your friends
Sex Drive, take a ride in my car

Sex Drive, see inside of my eyes
Sex Drive, take a ride in my car
Sex Drive, impress your friends
Sex Drive, take a ride in my car

Hit overdrive with me, check your gas in ecstasy
Lick the sweat of my success, you're gonna love my winning streak
Go all the way with me, pleased to meet, I'm a fantasy
Take a risk, you slide inside with me, overdrive, yeah

Yeah, sit back, relax, enjoy the ride
The ride of your life
You'd better belt up baby
I'm 'gonna drive you crazy

Hit overdrive with me, check your gas in ecstasy
Lick the sweat of my success, you're gonna love my winning streak
Go all the way with me, pleased to meet, I'm a fantasy
Take a risk, you slide inside with me, overdrive

Sex Drive, take a ride in my car
Sex Drive, impress your friends
Sex Drive, take a ride in my car

Sex Drive, see inside of my eyes
Sex Drive, take a ride in my car
Sex Drive, impress your friends
Sex Drive, take a ride in my car

Sex Drive, take a ride in my car
Sex Drive, impress your friends
Sex Drive, take a ride in my car

Sex Drive, see inside of my eyes
Sex Drive, take a ride in my car
Sex Drive, impress your friends
Sex Drive, take a ride in my car, wow

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

High Speed - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: High Speed
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Yafeu Fula, Darryl Harper, Steven Stanley, Tina Weymouth, Tupac Shakur, Adrian Belew, Chris Franz, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
I speak for all my niggaz livin' in the rush
Slow it down just a notch, baby
It's goin' be alright, it's goin' be alright

Life in high speed
Fuck the punishment, tie weed
I gonna buy me a gun
Fuck doin' time

I live life high speed, sightly disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthafuckas even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly on me
My army, niggaz deceive swiftly

Look at you, now, why you wanna hang out?
I pull the hammer back
Strike wit' a cannon and blow your muthafuckin' back out
They blast but I'm still standin' slightly scarred deep

Questions for the Lord, why He don't like me?
Guard my soul though my life was hard with no remorse
I absorb bomb, less it's without protection for the boss
Rollin' in my double, raw, rugged, and ruthless

Keep a vest through these hard times, knowin' it's useless
And my crew, who could should be mistaken for Jews
We all about our past, blast if he break the rules
Fools done snitched for the D.A., be heaven sent

Switched like a stone bitch, turned straight severed then, why?
Then they wonder why niggaz die
Put your family in danger just to get high
Now, what the hell can we get from jail?

More tricks for the crime rate, this is hell
Bail out, a thug nigga fresh out the jail house
Open your safe count and take all your mail out
Whatever happens happens, whoever falls, dies

We fresh out of time, livin' blind so we all ride
In times like these, chronic and tie weed
Puffin' through these high speed and people say

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

Verbal assassin, I hit the corner fast, blastin'
I plan to stretch your chest plate back like elastic
No need to push me to slippin' I love beef, like pussy and pistols
For all you pussies that's soft as tissue

I ride plottin' like the fall guy out the roof
Bustin' at you wise guy, gettin' high, sippin' hundred proof
Gettin' your neck joints low to verdict wit' mine
Get that ass attacked, murdered and robbed, blind from behind

Grab your shots', callin', catchin' niggaz while they stormin'
Kickin' his door in
And get your whole fuckin' family a' mournin'
Plus all you itchy bitchy types can't touch me
Frontin' like your hard
I'll play your fuckin' yard like a trussel

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

At times, I look through times with so much anger
Wonderin' why it keeps on passin' bringin' me the danger
No signal, hard time is a good one at times I'm amazed
Now what the muthafuck a hood done? What we do to get paid

All day, for the almighty, dollar, don't even bother to holla
We all destined to be swallowed by the same thing we lust for
Threw away our morals in bags of dust
More niggaz is dying tomorrow

We, bet on all time, nigga, the clocks tickin'
Approachin' is the day you only know your glocks spittin'
Cops sittin', politicians passin' laws you ain't knowin'
Soon that money goin' be illegal when you got it

Keep your dough up
But I ain't goin' tell you, what? To stop chasin' paper
Man, I'm just like y'all, I worry 'bout that shit later
Put the metal to the pedal, slash up nigga, blaze
Let's get blowed out high speed til the end of my days
Now, my people say

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

High speed
(We goin' all night)
Life of an outlaw, ghetto stars
(We goin' all night)
Yes, I'm gonna buy me a gun

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
For my niggaz on the Westside and the Eastside
And the Northside and the Southside
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)

(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
From Compton to Jersey
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
Gettin' it real hard, niggaz in Michigan
(M.O.B, nigga, M.O.B)
From Atlanta, Georgia to Utah

(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
From St. Louis to Alabama
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
From Mississippi to Oakland
From San Francisco to San Diego
Seattle to Florida

(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
Maine to Mass
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
Food and sex
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
And it don't stop and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)

And it don't stop and it won't quit
And it don't stop and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
Then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night, high speed

And it don't stop and it won't quit
(We goin' all night)
And it don't stop and it won't quit
(We goin' all night)
And it don't stop and it won't quit
(We goin' all night)

And it don't stop and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
And it don't stop and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
And it don't stop and it won't quit
And it don't stop and it won't quit
Outlawz with that rough shit, baby

Learn about it
Pac, you goin' rap?

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Bad Man! - Lyrics - Murs

Title: Bad Man!
Artist: Murs
Composer(s): N Carter, Patrick Douthit

Lyric:
Ready?
Uh huh
Aight
After tonight
Don't leave your girl 'round me, heartbreaker for life
Ask my homeboy 9th

Got all your girlfriends thinkin' that I'm the
(Bad Man!)
Never neglected you or disrespected you
A lot of have sex, yet you say I'm the
(Bad Man!)

Gave you dick, never fronted, pulled your hair when you wanted
Used to flip you on your stomach, said you wanted a
(Bad Man!)
Now it's all drama, an unidentified caller
On the phone with my momma talkin' 'bout I'm a
(Bad Man!)
How could somethin' so bad be so damn good?

All I wanted was to fuck, from the start I never lied
Now it hurts my heart to have to see you cry
Let you know from the jump, I was that type of guy
Now you all on my voice mail askin' me why
Never kissed you in public and I never held your hand
I never said I loved you so I never was your man
How can we break up, when we never broke down
And committed to each other, we was fuckin' around

That's how people get hurt, and we both do dirt
Now we could put this all behind us and make things work
Or I could get behind you 'cuz I like that skirt
Sorry 'bout that, got a one track mind
But if you say you don't wanna fuck me too, then you lying
Tryna fight it girl, shit bring your ass here
Who else can make you wet by doin' this in your ear
See why you playin', all that bullshit you sayin'

Got all your girlfriends thinkin' that I'm the
(Bad Man!)
Never neglected you or disrespected you
A lot of have sex, yet you say I'm the
(Bad Man!)

Gave you dick, never fronted, pulled your hair when you wanted
Used to flip you on your stomach, said you wanted a
(Bad Man!)
Now it's all drama, an unidentified caller
On the phone with my momma talkin' 'bout I'm a
(Bad Man!)
How could somethin' so bad be so damn good?

She got me screamin' in public, in the middle of the mall
I lightly touch her arm, what'd the bitch do?, fall
Now they call security, it's about to be drama
I would never hit a woman, I was raised by my momma
But I kinda feel bad even though I didn't do shit
Now I gotta waste time to find a new chick
Someone who understand a man's gotta be a man
I don't wanna have to lie just to get into your pants

And ain't nothin' wrong with a one night stand
That happens twice a week, plus I'm nice in the sheets
And you look like a freak, it'll be to your benefit
A nigga you can fuck, and a nigga you can kick it with
I'm sick of this phone tag text message foreplay
I like to be spontaneous, that's my forte
Let's go to my crib and have sex in the door way
We'd talk all night if you had things your way

Got all your girlfriends thinkin' that I'm the
(Bad Man!)
Never neglected you or disrespected you
A lot of have sex, yet you say I'm the
(Bad Man!)

Gave you dick, never fronted, pulled your hair when you wanted
Used to flip you on your stomach, said you wanted a
(Bad Man!)
Now it's all drama, an unidentified caller
On the phone with my momma talkin' 'bout I'm a
(Bad Man!)
How could somethin' so bad be so damn good?

She said this might make me look like a knight in shinin' armor
Great way to escape or get away from the drama
So I got a little momma, first, had to disarm her
Said she heard about us rappers, I still got to charm her
I'ma tell you what you wanna hear and make it the truth
Haven't been with a woman since I left Cam loose
Two months ago in Canada, ask my road manager
He'll tell you I'm a good guy, I wouldn't lie to you

Just because you look fly, look my bus cards are new
We'll shoot to my room, make the most of twelve hours
We can wash that club, smell out your hair in the shower
Turn down the power, lie down and make spoons
Or we can talk all night and listen to ITunes
You assume this the game that I spit to every girl
But I'm careful with my heart and who I let up in my world
So, here's my number, call me anytime girl

Just because I'm a musician she must think I'm a
(Bad Man!)
All alone when she listens and I know what she's wishin'
But she won't pay attention 'cuz she thinks I'm a
(Bad Man!)

It's not as bad as you think, 'cuz you had a few drinks
I'll hold you hair out the sink, you still think I'm a
(Bad Man!)
I don't do this all the time, you are just that fine
Get that shit out your mind, I am not the
(Bad Man!)

Bad Man!
Bad Man!
Bad Man!
Bad Man!

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Holla At Me Baby - Lyrics - Dj Khaled

Title: Holla At Me Baby
Artist: Dj Khaled
Composer(s): Paul Wall, Armando Christian Perez, Khaled Khaled, Joseph Cartagena, Dwayne Carter

Lyric:
You got the right one, it's wheezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let the woman taste me
Okay now I'm with Khaled, we wilin' in Miami
We got a bunch of bitches, we pile ?em in the Phantom

They follow us to mansion but I don't mean the club
I'm talking bout my crib, mama I'm trying to fuck
It's cash money baby, it's young money bitch
Now you can swallow that or you can suck a dick

Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't a Fresh Prince
Nigga I'm a young king, nigga I'm a Bun B

Yup, I go hard, ask my broad
Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain't lookin' at y'all
(She can't see)
The rest goes without me having to say
I say, go, go, go, go
(DJ)

Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
(Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist
(Holla at me baby)

I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this
(Holla at me baby)
You can see me from afar, I'm the shit
Scream at me, ?What it do, what it is??
(What it do?)

It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker
Chunk a deuce, sip a deuce, pourin' a big Goose vodka
Lone Star beast straight up out the H
Sure stoppin' all the hate, sippin' on the ski taste

I got the INS on my tail, immigration still harass
?Cause they see me in a foreign ridin' on imported glass
Gettin' cash is my number one task
Until I'm under the grass, that's why I'm top of the class

I'm a grit boy lookin' for an ass like Ketoy
Leave a bitch back all nutty like Almond Joy
My boy toy IE got to sleep and eat
Got the sweets and who got the freaks?

Beat it up like an ass whipping
The album dropped and there's been a lot of ass kissing
But I ain't trippin', I'm trill
That's why I'm postin' with Khaled ?cause he real one
A hundred baby, like the bill
Holla at me baby

Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
(Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist
(Holla at me baby)

I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this
(Holla at me baby)
You can see me from afar, I'm the shit
Scream at me, ?What it do, what it is??
(What it do?)

Nah homie, you done got it fucked up
You ain't got as much money as us, nope
We sent Campbell in ?cause he got goggles on
And he's pushing something far and it's fucked

Now all I gotta do is push a little button quick fast
And the chopper come out of the stash
Yeah money ain't jewels, motherfucker you lose
I'll make you do the Fuck Sean Comb dance, follow me now

Who wanna come test the kid?
Have your baby mama bless the team
Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that
She a motherfuckin' sex machine
Holla at me baby

Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
(Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist
(Holla at me baby)

I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this
(Holla at me baby)
You can see me from afar, I'm the shit
Scream at me, ?What it do, what it is??
(What it do?)

Stuntin' in a magnum, ridin' with my hat low
Forty-five magnum, barrel full of air holes
Dade County, represent, Dopeboy ever since
Know that I'ma veteran, million dollar residence

Rick Ross, big chips, AK's, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I want my shit bitch, go and check your senses

Known for the Benz's, chrome on the Bentley's
Smokin' on the Mentley's, Dade County big cheese
Flip soft, whip that, Rick Ross rip that
Khaled go hard dawg, talk to ?em Paul Wall

Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
(Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist
(Holla at me baby)

I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this
(Holla at me baby)
You can see me from afar, I'm the shit
Scream at me, ?What it do, what it is??
(What it do?)

It's Mr. 3-0-5 a.k.a
Mr. Snort yay, spit rocks, made in Dade
I owe my future to last name Campbell, first name Luther
The gun-shine state where they shoot ya

Bought him the crib, what it do, what it is?
Bust a clip, flip a brick, hey buddy where's the lick?
That's all we talk about, well welcome to the South
We in, get the bread, then we out, no doubt

Harlas and priests, these boys dirty
They'll fuck your mother, sister, daughter and nieces
Ahora loca, mueve la cadera
Abre la boca y viene la madera

Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
(Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist
(Holla at me baby)

I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this
(Holla at me baby)
You can see me from afar, I'm the shit
Scream at me, ?What it do, what it is??
(What it do?)

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Fireman - Lyrics - Drag On

Title: Fireman
Artist: Drag On
Composer(s): Norman Jesse Whitfield, Curtis Mayfield, Barrett Strong, Anthony Parrino, M Smalls

Lyric:
I don't really wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna live my life
Feel me, c'mon baby
(Elite)
Where we at baby?
Let's get it, c'mon

How many niggas ever seen a shotgun shot?
Look like somethin', comin' at you nonstop
A James Brown make you say it loud
Let's walk through this block, head up

And anybody can pop a lead off
Let me see you shoot a .50 caliber and pop a head off
We can read it all I said [unverified] who's ever in my target
I'm gonna end it all

Some niggas better move back
(Move back)
Somebody better duck they head
'Cuz ya buddy mom's 'bout to be in the all black
'Cuz a nigga white-tee, 'bout to turn red

And I don't give a fuck
When I'm a sitting before the judge
"Yeah, I did it, what?" Pumpin' in the cell by myself
'Cuz I don't wanna hurt nobody

I'm that hood, I'm those streets
I'm them lyrics enemies
I'm that weed, I'm that [unverified]
I'm that sex that you need

I'm that nigga wit yo wife
Sound like plumber, playing pipe
I'm that match that you light
When you ain't got no life
I'm your fireman

Who the fuck say drag couldn't come back?
(He said it)
Now, where my gun at, nigga won that
'Cuz I done raised a lot of niggas
And now I want my sons back

I catch a nigga at a party
Matter of fact I be up in his lobby
Lettin' my man hold my shotty niggas
I don't wanna hurt nobody

With some guns, I gotta do, what I gotta do
Pull out and then shoot who I gotta shoot
Hang a nigga off the roof, by his shoes and slip
I hope he got a parachute

I'm in the zone dogg
I'm by myself at my home dogg
Everybody just leave me the fuck alone dogg
'Cuz I don't wanna hurt nobody

I'm that hood, I'm those streets
I'm them lyrics enemies
I'm that weed, I'm that [unverified]
I'm that sex that you need

I'm that nigga wit yo wife
Sound like plumber, playing pipe
I'm that match that you light
When you ain't got no life
I'm your fireman

I wasn't grown right
My head wasn't screwed on tight
And so I pause every line
'Cuz it take time, for a boss
To be mad bout his crime

This how I deal with a snitch
Cut his tongue out and mail it to his bitch
'Cuz when a nigga run his lips
That makes me wanna hurt somebody

But I ain't that nigga that, uhh
Come over for chitter-chatter
'Cuz if you owe me a favor, talking don't really matter
Either you got it or you don't or you will or you won't

Trying to take you dough, you ain't no better, hide your thoughts
Now you on life support and can't cry might die driving
Pull the stick, I'm gonna pull up in my Audi niggas
'Cuz I don't wanna hurt nobody

I'm that hood, I'm those streets
I'm them lyrics enemies
I'm that weed, I'm that [unverified]
I'm that sex that you need

I'm that nigga wit yo wife
Sound like plumber, playing pipe
I'm that match that you light
When you ain't got no life
I'm your fireman, I'm your fireman

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Sex Packets - Lyrics - Sex Packets - Digital Underground

Title: Sex Packets
Album: Sex Packets
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): George Clinton, Gregory Jacobs, Bernard Worrell, J Theracon, W Collins, Edward Earl Cook, Ronald Ford, Garry M Shider

Lyric:
Sex packets, a dollar or two
Just tell me, how many for you
This time, this time
This time, this time

Sex packets, the girl of your dreams
Just try one, it's not what it seems
This love, this love
This love, this love

Now it's just sex in a pill
It gives me such a thrill, it's nice
And it's a guy for a girl, or a girl for a guy
Try one tonight

Now I just can't wait, till I get home tonight
I got three for 10.99 dollar
No sex can be safer
It's a pill, wrapped in a little piece of paper
Real nice

Sex packets, a dollar or two
Just tell me, how many for you
This time, this time
This time, this time

Sex packets, a one or a two
I just sell them, I cannot do
This love, this love
This love, this love

Oh ohh, girl
You look so good to me, you're fine
And oh ohh, girl
You whispered in my ear, said "Not tonight"
You just won't get with me, and you think that you dissed me

But now I can still be gettin' busy
With any girl I like
No more will I ever have to jack it
'Cause instead, I can just take a packet
Real nice

Sex packets, a dollar or two
Just tell me, how many for you
This time, this time
This time, this time

I'ma give ya what ya heart
I'm just givin' to your love
And I'm feelin' what you need
Uncontested ecstasy

Yeah, you got it
No, hold it like this
Now just put it in your mouth
There you go, there you go
Just let it hit you baby

Sex packets, a dollar or two
Just tell me, how many for you
This time, this time
This time, this time

Ahh, it's like nothing I've ever had
It feels so good, just hold me
Ahh, are you really here? I'm here, it feels good
It's so real, it is real, ahh, you like that?

Sex packets
I'ma give ya what you heart
I'm just feelin what you love
And I'm givin' til you need
Uncontested ecstasy

Yeah, I'm ready to mix you a packet
I got your honey proof fresh out my bomber jacket
Say you wanna double up?
Why don't you make it a threesome, you know I'm hoein'

I got what you need, I got what you need
I got what you want and I got what you want
Oh

No sex can be safer
It's just a pill
Wrapped in a little piece of paper
Oh

Biochemically compacted sexual affection
Yeah, I'm equipped to mix you a packet
Prescription pills, your favorite tossup in a pill
A professional job baby, yeah

No sex can be safer, it's a pill
Wrapped in a
Wrapped in a little piece of
Little piece of, paper

It's so real, it is real

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Talk Like Sex - Lyrics - Kool G. Rap &Amp; Dj Polo

Title: Talk Like Sex
Artist: Kool G. Rap &Amp; Dj Polo
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, Nathaniel Thomas Wilson

Lyric:
Can't ya digit, Honey?
Rated XXX

For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef
Chicky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth
Swinging' with this here stud, you need practice
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress

I'll leave you holding' your swollen backside and rolling'
Filling' all three holes just like bowline'
Don't ask me what the price is
But it's more than your battery-operated devices

And I come fully equipped
With a temperature adjustment to heat up the tip
For demonstrations, watch me slam her
You'll notice the sound of steady pounding'

Like a jackhammer once on it, ya can't cop out
I'm pounding' ya down until your eyeballs pop out
I'm not your ordinary player
Because you'll leave in a wheelchair, dear, after I lay ya

Get a grip on your headboard and hold on to it
Or get sent right through it
Bite your nipples when I lick 'em
Not gentle when I stick 'em, huh

I'll leave 'em looking' like a rape victim
Any girl who steps to it
Ends up getting' their stomach pumped like Rod Stewart
I do a damn good job

That's why chicks are on my dick like a human swish kebab
Only nineteen and over permitted
No matter how much young girls wanna be with it
You ain't ready for the bed

You still got a pussy like Isaac Hayes' head
Come back in five years
When ya grow some hairs and when ya started drinking' beers
I'm hitting' hookah by the dozen

Makin' ya wetter 'cause I fuck better than your husband
Gavin' ya girl back spasms
'Cause G Rap has 'em orgasm after orgasm
Change the sheets? Ya must be kidding'

Ya gotta change the whole box spring
I ain't bullshitting', you get hit with hysteria
'Cause I'm bury a big one inside your private area
All hell is in your tush

When Koo G. Rap push pushes inside this bush
Another' home girl flinches
But I got inches for all you lil' wenches
The letter G is better when it comes to the letter X

An' I'ma talk like sex
Rated XXX
Can't ya diggit, Honey?
Rated XXX

Some say that I'm nasty plus
Hookaz are mad because they can't outlast me
Girl, you ain't too small
'Cause I turn your crystal to one size fits all

So if you're still confused when I'm screwin'
Let me explain to you exactly what I'm doin'
Exploring your body like a biologist
Inventin' new ways just like a scientist

Taggin' my name on your buns just like a printist
While I'm hurtin' your ass just like a dentist
You're so wild I feel like I'm a zoologist
Stretchin' your shit more than a gynecologist

I'm gonna twist your ass to death, miss
And when you piss, you'll see more stars than an astrologist
G Rap is hot blooded, freakin' horny
Far from corny, come and jump on me

I'm not small and all, I won't break down a stall
I drive the ass up the wall
Nuts and everything are well in shape
The only thing missin' on my dick is a cape

Let's get togetha', honey, ya never know what's next
And I'ma talk like sex
Rated XXX
Can't ya diggit, Honey?
Rated XXX

Big girls try to squash me
But I think with my dick, honey, so come and brainwash me
Hit the sack 'cause I ain't jokin'
'Cause when I start pumpin' shit up, I leave it smokin'

So ya betta hold on tight all right
'Cause my dick is a brown stick of dynamite
A stick, a trick and it kills her
I'm probably related to Long Dong Silver

But it gets gooder and gooder
Every time I grab a hooka and I put her on my frankfurter
Kiss your breasts to your navel and then I skip
'Cause the only thing I'm lickin' is your ass with a whip

And it's a real freaky scene
I'm hittin' girls with their heads in a guillotine
Why? Certainly I'm squirtin'
Bust your nut and get up and wipe my dick on your curtain

Pushin' your head to the pillow
And givin' more pleasure than a double-headed dildo
A big ass gives me a hard-on
But I fuck bitches with titties like Dolly Parton

Time or place doesn't matter to me, sweety
I'll fuck you on the A train while I write graffiti
In a restaurant, takin' you straight to heaven
In a cab or the back of 7-11

Whether you're white and the music you like is rock
You can come and get some hip-hop cock
Consider this dick on your clitoris
But never try to flex 'cause I'm talk like sex

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Talk Like Sex - Lyrics - Kool G. Rap

Title: Talk Like Sex
Artist: Kool G. Rap
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, Nathaniel Thomas Wilson

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Lyric:
Can't ya digit, Honey?
Rated XXX

For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef
Chicky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth
Swinging' with this here stud, you need practice
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress

I'll leave you holding' your swollen backside and rolling'
Filling' all three holes just like bowline'
Don't ask me what the price is
But it's more than your battery-operated devices

And I come fully equipped
With a temperature adjustment to heat up the tip
For demonstrations, watch me slam her
You'll notice the sound of steady pounding'

Like a jackhammer once on it, ya can't cop out
I'm pounding' ya down until your eyeballs pop out
I'm not your ordinary player
Because you'll leave in a wheelchair, dear, after I lay ya

Get a grip on your headboard and hold on to it
Or get sent right through it
Bite your nipples when I lick 'em
Not gentle when I stick 'em, huh

I'll leave 'em looking' like a rape victim
Any girl who steps to it
Ends up getting' their stomach pumped like Rod Stewart
I do a damn good job

That's why chicks are on my dick like a human swish kebab
Only nineteen and over permitted
No matter how much young girls wanna be with it
You ain't ready for the bed

You still got a pussy like Isaac Hayes' head
Come back in five years
When ya grow some hairs and when ya started drinking' beers
I'm hitting' hookah by the dozen

Makin' ya wetter 'cause I fuck better than your husband
Gavin' ya girl back spasms
'Cause G Rap has 'em orgasm after orgasm
Change the sheets? Ya must be kidding'

Ya gotta change the whole box spring
I ain't bullshitting', you get hit with hysteria
'Cause I'm bury a big one inside your private area
All hell is in your tush

When Koo G. Rap push pushes inside this bush
Another' home girl flinches
But I got inches for all you lil' wenches
The letter G is better when it comes to the letter X

An' I'ma talk like sex
Rated XXX
Can't ya diggit, Honey?
Rated XXX

Some say that I'm nasty plus
Hookaz are mad because they can't outlast me
Girl, you ain't too small
'Cause I turn your crystal to one size fits all

So if you're still confused when I'm screwin'
Let me explain to you exactly what I'm doin'
Exploring your body like a biologist
Inventin' new ways just like a scientist

Taggin' my name on your buns just like a printist
While I'm hurtin' your ass just like a dentist
You're so wild I feel like I'm a zoologist
Stretchin' your shit more than a gynecologist

I'm gonna twist your ass to death, miss
And when you piss, you'll see more stars than an astrologist
G Rap is hot blooded, freakin' horny
Far from corny, come and jump on me

I'm not small and all, I won't break down a stall
I drive the ass up the wall
Nuts and everything are well in shape
The only thing missin' on my dick is a cape

Let's get togetha', honey, ya never know what's next
And I'ma talk like sex
Rated XXX
Can't ya diggit, Honey?
Rated XXX

Big girls try to squash me
But I think with my dick, honey, so come and brainwash me
Hit the sack 'cause I ain't jokin'
'Cause when I start pumpin' shit up, I leave it smokin'

So ya betta hold on tight all right
'Cause my dick is a brown stick of dynamite
A stick, a trick and it kills her
I'm probably related to Long Dong Silver

But it gets gooder and gooder
Every time I grab a hooka and I put her on my frankfurter
Kiss your breasts to your navel and then I skip
'Cause the only thing I'm lickin' is your ass with a whip

And it's a real freaky scene
I'm hittin' girls with their heads in a guillotine
Why? Certainly I'm squirtin'
Bust your nut and get up and wipe my dick on your curtain

Pushin' your head to the pillow
And givin' more pleasure than a double-headed dildo
A big ass gives me a hard-on
But I fuck bitches with titties like Dolly Parton

Time or place doesn't matter to me, sweety
I'll fuck you on the A train while I write graffiti
In a restaurant, takin' you straight to heaven
In a cab or the back of 7-11

Whether you're white and the music you like is rock
You can come and get some hip-hop cock
Consider this dick on your clitoris
But never try to flex 'cause I'm talk like sex

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