So Gone (Remix) - Lyrics - After The Storm - Monica

Title: So Gone (Remix)
Album: After The Storm
Artist: Monica
Composer(s): Jamahl Rye, Melissa Elliot, Kenneth Cunnigham, Zyah Ahmonuel

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Lyric:
So gone over you, you, you, you
Yeah}
{New Monica}
{Woo}

Silly of me
Devoted so much time
To find you unfaithful, boy
I never lost my mind

Drive pass your house every night
In an unmarked car
Wondering what she had on me
To make you break my heart, yeah

{You make me feel}
You make me feel I'm so gone (So gone), oh
You make me {You make me feel}
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, I {So gone}
Oh

Nights I couldn't sleep, uh
You let the sun beat you home
I asked myself over again
What am I doing wrong

To make you stay out all night
And not think to call
What does she have over me
To make him not think to call home

{You make me feel}
You make me feel I'm so gone {So gone}, oh
You make me {You make me feel}
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, I {So gone}
Oh

Listen, boy, I'm a rowdy chick
Some times I have to fight 'cause my mouth too slick
Baby, why you doing me like I ain't worth this shit
Make me wanna ride passed your house and sit
Kick down your door and smack your chick
Just to show you Monica not having it
So in love with you like a drug habit get
{So gone} You treat me so unreal

What she do, I do better (Oh oh )
What she do to make you love her (What did she do)
Is it real or forever
Baby, please can't we stay together (Is it real or
Forever)

What she do, I do better (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
What she do to make you love her (Yeah, Oh )
Is it real or forever (Is it real)
Baby, please can't we stay together (Oh)

Whoa and I love you to love you, baby (Whoa and I love
You to love you, baby)
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, Oh
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby (Whoa and I love
You to love you, baby)
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby (Just to show
You Monica not having it), yeah

{You make me feel}
You make me feel I'm so gone {So gone}, oh
You make me {You make me feel}
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, I {So gone}
Oh

Said that I need you
I don't really need you
Said that I need you, oh

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So Gone( The Chicago Remix) - Lyrics - Monica

Title: So Gone( The Chicago Remix)
Artist: Monica
Composer(s): Jamahl Rye, Melissa Elliot, Kenneth Cunnigham, Zyah Ahmonuel

Lyric:
So gone over you, you, you, you
Yeah}
{New Monica}
{Woo}

Silly of me
Devoted so much time
To find you unfaithful, boy
I never lost my mind

Drive pass your house every night
In an unmarked car
Wondering what she had on me
To make you break my heart, yeah

{You make me feel}
You make me feel I'm so gone (So gone), oh
You make me {You make me feel}
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, I {So gone}
Oh

Nights I couldn't sleep, uh
You let the sun beat you home
I asked myself over again
What am I doing wrong

To make you stay out all night
And not think to call
What does she have over me
To make him not think to call home

{You make me feel}
You make me feel I'm so gone {So gone}, oh
You make me {You make me feel}
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, I {So gone}
Oh

Listen, boy, I'm a rowdy chick
Some times I have to fight 'cause my mouth too slick
Baby, why you doing me like I ain't worth this shit
Make me wanna ride passed your house and sit
Kick down your door and smack your chick
Just to show you Monica not having it
So in love with you like a drug habit get
{So gone} You treat me so unreal

What she do, I do better (Oh oh )
What she do to make you love her (What did she do)
Is it real or forever
Baby, please can't we stay together (Is it real or
Forever)

What she do, I do better (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
What she do to make you love her (Yeah, Oh )
Is it real or forever (Is it real)
Baby, please can't we stay together (Oh)

Whoa and I love you to love you, baby (Whoa and I love
You to love you, baby)
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, Oh
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby (Whoa and I love
You to love you, baby)
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby (Just to show
You Monica not having it), yeah

{You make me feel}
You make me feel I'm so gone {So gone}, oh
You make me {You make me feel}
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, I {So gone}
Oh

Said that I need you
I don't really need you
Said that I need you, oh

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Gone Til November (The Makin' Runs Remix) - Lyrics - Wyclef Jean

Title: Gone Til November (The Makin' Runs Remix)
Artist: Wyclef Jean
Composer(s): Wyclef Jean, Terence Kelly Kelly, Harvey Ostin

Lyric:
I dedicate this record the carnival to all you brothers takin' long trips
Down south, Virginia, Baltimore all round the world
And your girl gets this message that you ain't comin' back
She sittin' back in her room, da lights is off
She's cryin', and then my voice comes in pow
And in the middle of the night and this is what I tell her for you

Every time I make a run, girl you turn around and cry
I ask myself why, oh why?
See you must understand I can't work a 9 to 5
So I'll be gone till November

Said I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November
You tell my girl I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November
I'll be gone 'til November, you tell my girl yo I'll be gone till November

January, February, March, April, May
I see you cryin' but girl I can't stay
I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November
And give a kiss to my motha

When I come back there be no time to clock
I'll have enough money to buy out the glocks
Tell my brotha go to school in September
So he won't mess up in summer school in da summer

Tell my cousin Jerry wear his condom
If you don't wear condom you see a red line
Oh, you sucka M.C's you got no flow
I heard ya style you S O, S O

Every time I make a run, girl you turn around and cry
I ask myself why, oh why?
See you must understand I can't work a 9 to 5
So I'll be gone till November

Said I'll be gone till November I'll be gone till November
You tell my girl I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November
I'll be gone 'til November, you tell my girl yo I'll be gone till November

January, February, March, April, May
I see you cryin' but girl I can't stay
I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November
And give a kiss to my motha

I had to flick nothin' and turn it in to somethin'
Hip-Hop turns to the future of rock when I smash a pumpkin
Commit treason now I have a reason
To hunt you down it's only right its rappers season, yeah you

With the loud voice posin' like your top choice
I make a hertz out of ya rolls Royce
Besides I got my girl to remember and I committed that
I'll be back in November

Every time I make a run, girl you turn around and cry
I ask myself why, oh why?
See you must understand I can't work a 9 to 5
So I'll be gone till November

Said I'll be gone till November I'll be gone till November
You tell my girl I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November
I'll be gone 'til November, you tell my girl yo I'll be gone till November

January, February, March, April, May
I see you cryin' but girl I can't stay
I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November
And give a kiss to my motha
I know the hustle?s hard, but we gotta enterprise, the carnival

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Suga Suga [Remix] - Lyrics - Tha Smokin' Nephew - Baby Bash

Title: Suga Suga [Remix]
Album: Tha Smokin' Nephew
Artist: Baby Bash
Composer(s): Nathan Perez, Ronald Ray Bryant, Francisco Jr Bautista

Lyric:
Ayo, remix
Baby Bash and Major Riley
Hold on

You got me lifted, shifted higha than da ceilin'
And ooh wee, it is the ultimate feelin'
You got me lifted, feeling so splifted
Suga, how you get so fly?

Suga suga, how you get so fly?
Suga suga, how you get so fly?
Suga suga, how you get so fly?
Suga suga, how you get so fly?

You know, it's leather when we ride, wood grain and raw hide
Doin' what we do watchin' screens gettin' high
Girl, you keep it so, fly with you sweet hunny buns
You was there when the money gone
You'll be there when the money comes off top, I can't lie

I love to get blowed
You my li'l suga, I'm ya li'l chulo
And every time we kick it, it's off to the groovy
Treat you like my stickey ickey or my sweet oowy goowy

You got me lifted, shifted higha than da ceilin'
And ooh wee, it is the ultimate feelin'
You got me lifted, feeling so splifted
Suga, how you get so fly?

Suga suga, how you get so fly?
Suga suga, how you get so fly?
Suga suga, how you get so fly?
Suga suga, how you get so fly?

Now I ain't worried 'bout a thing 'cause I just hit me a lick
I gotta fat sack and a supafly chick
And there ain't nothing you can say to a playa
'Cause doowop, she fly like the planes in the air

That's right, she full grown, settin' the wrong tone
I'm diggin' the energy and I'm lovin' da o-zone
So fly like a dove, fly like a raven
Quick to politic wit' some fly conversation

In a natural mood, then I'm a natural dude
And we some natural fools, blowin' out by the pool
She like my sexy cool mama with blades on her barada
Rockin' Dolce Gabbana with highdrows and an igwana

You got me lifted, shifted higha than da ceilin'
And ooh wee, it is the ultimate feelin'
You got me lifted, feeling so splifted
Suga, how you get so fly?

Suga suga, how you get so fly?
Suga suga, how you get so fly?
Suga suga, how you get so fly?
Suga suga, how you get so fly?

You know, it's leather when we ride, wood grain and raw hide
Doin' what we do watchin' screens gettin' high
Girl, you keep it so, fly with you sweet hunny buns
You was there when the money gone
You'll be there when the money comes

You know, it's leather when we ride, wood grain and raw hide
Doin' what we do watchin' screens gettin' high
Girl, you keep it so, fly with you sweet hunny buns
You was there when the money gone
You'll be there when the money comes

You got me lifted, shifted higha than da ceilin'
And ooh wee, it is the ultimate feelin'
You got me lifted, feeling so splifted
Suga, how you get so fly?

Suga suga, how you get so fly?
Suga suga, how you get so fly?
Suga suga, how you get so fly?
Suga suga, how you get so fly?

Ayo, suga suga, Baby Bash
You got me killa
Do only hit us, we will give them the finga
Everybody done [Incomprehensible]
I don't know [Incomprehensible]
This music lost money taking me higha
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
So what, ayo

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Ok (Remix) - Lyrics - Nivea

Title: Ok (Remix)
Artist: Nivea
Composer(s): Jeffrey Grigsby, Traci Hale, Sean Joseph, Nivea B. Nash, Jonathan Smith, Terius Nash

Lyric:
Had to do a remix for the West side pimp

That's it now shawty peep
This my girls with me on the floor
To get 'em with that remix that said
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, shawty

So spin it back Mr. DJ
And get the radio station
Tell 'em to replay that
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, shawty

I see you watchin' me
Lookin' like you want to be all about it
Those rims are lookin' clean
And I can't ignore you, baby

Better not be wastin' my time
You better make up ya mind
Come here and talk to me
Make me feel like one of a kind

This is for them girls who stay fly, stay fly
Make them boys say you so fine, you so fine
22's on that O5 that O5
And get that Red Cup in the sky and raise it high

That's it now shawty peep
This my girls with me on the floor
To get 'em with that remix that said
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, shawty

So spin it back, Mista DJ
And get the radio station
Tell them to replay that
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, shawty

Bartender, where's my drink?
I'm tryin' to get on the floor now
Turn that blue into green
Incredible, ready to go now

My girl got them flyers
And fly backs you know that
G's up in this club
In them white tee's and them throwbacks

This is for them girls who stay fly, stay fly
Make them boys say you so fine, you so fine
22's on that O5 that O5
And get that red cup in the sky and raise it high

That's it now shawty peep
This my girls with me on the floor
To get 'em with that remix that said
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, shawty

So spin it back Mista DJ
And get the radio station
Tell them to replay that
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, shawty

Nivea, Nivea, Nivea, Nivea
(Red cup)
Put it up, put it up, put it up, put it up
(Remix)

Nivea, Nivea, Nivea, Nivea
(Red cup)
Put it up, put it up, put it up, put it up
(Let's go)

It's tha main town killas in the black chinchillas
Ya'll niggas know you can't stop this shit
Love how tha country boy rock this shit
Star 67 gonna block my hit, now that boy done hit a lick
Sellin' these records like I sell them bricks

There he is, roll it up, you're from tha "A" throw it up
24's I be on them D's on that truck is tha 415's
So fresh, so clean, so fresh, so clean
Good out tha "A" gone back it up
Get it on tha floor girl back it up
Okay remix, Nivea, Nivea, Nivea

That's it now shawty peep
This my girls with me on the floor
To get 'em with that remix that said
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, shawty

So spin it back, Mista DJ
And get the radio station
Tell them to replay that
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, shawty

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Sexyback - Linus Loves Remix - Lyrics - SexyBack, Pt. 2 [CD-SINGLE] - Justin Timberlake

Title: Sexyback - Linus Loves Remix
Album: SexyBack, Pt. 2 [CD-SINGLE]
Artist: Justin Timberlake
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Nathaniel Hills, Justin Timberlake

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Lyric:
I'm bringin' sexy back
Them other boys don't know how to act
I think it's special what's behind your back
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack
(Take ?em to the bridge!)

Dirty babe
You see these shackles? Baby, I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way
(Take ?em to the chorus!)

Come here girl
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Come to the back
(Go ?head be gone with it)
VIP!
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Drinks on me
(Go ?head be gone with it)

Let me see what ya twerkin' with
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Look at those hips
(Go ?head be gone with it)
You make me smile
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Come here child
(Go ?head be gone with it)

Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)

Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on

I'm bringin' sexy back
Them motherf*****s don't know how to act
Girl let me make up for the things you lack
?Cause you're burnin' up, I gotta get it fast
(Take ?em to the bridge!)

Dirty babe
You see these shackles? Baby I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way
(Take ?em to the chorus!)

Come here girl
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Come to the back
(Go ?head be gone with it)
VIP!
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Drinks on me
(Go ?head be gone with it)

Let me see what ya twerkin' with
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Look at those hips!
(Go ?head be gone with it)
You make me smile
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Come here child!
(Go ?head be gone with it)

Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)

Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on

You ready?
You ready?
You ready?
Uh
(Yes)

I'm bringin' sexy back
You motherf******s watch how I attack
If that's your girl, better watch your back
?Cause she'll burn it up for me and that's a fact
(Take ?em to the chorus!)

Come here girl
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Come to the back
(Go ?head be gone with it)
VIP!
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Drinks on me
(Go ?head be gone with it)

Let me see what ya twerkin' with
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Look at those hips
(Go ?head be gone with it)
You make me smile
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Come here child
(Go ?head be gone with it)

Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)

Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on

You ready?
(Yes)
You ready?
(Yes)
(Yes)

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Sexyback - Poker Face Remix - Lyrics - SexyBack, Pt. 2 [CD-SINGLE] - Justin Timberlake

Title: Sexyback - Poker Face Remix
Album: SexyBack, Pt. 2 [CD-SINGLE]
Artist: Justin Timberlake
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Nathaniel Hills, Justin Timberlake

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Lyric:
I'm bringin' sexy back
Them other boys don't know how to act
I think it's special what's behind your back
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack
(Take ?em to the bridge!)

Dirty babe
You see these shackles? Baby, I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way
(Take ?em to the chorus!)

Come here girl
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Come to the back
(Go ?head be gone with it)
VIP!
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Drinks on me
(Go ?head be gone with it)

Let me see what ya twerkin' with
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Look at those hips
(Go ?head be gone with it)
You make me smile
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Come here child
(Go ?head be gone with it)

Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)

Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on

I'm bringin' sexy back
Them motherf*****s don't know how to act
Girl let me make up for the things you lack
?Cause you're burnin' up, I gotta get it fast
(Take ?em to the bridge!)

Dirty babe
You see these shackles? Baby I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way
(Take ?em to the chorus!)

Come here girl
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Come to the back
(Go ?head be gone with it)
VIP!
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Drinks on me
(Go ?head be gone with it)

Let me see what ya twerkin' with
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Look at those hips!
(Go ?head be gone with it)
You make me smile
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Come here child!
(Go ?head be gone with it)

Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)

Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on

You ready?
You ready?
You ready?
Uh
(Yes)

I'm bringin' sexy back
You motherf******s watch how I attack
If that's your girl, better watch your back
?Cause she'll burn it up for me and that's a fact
(Take ?em to the chorus!)

Come here girl
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Come to the back
(Go ?head be gone with it)
VIP!
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Drinks on me
(Go ?head be gone with it)

Let me see what ya twerkin' with
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Look at those hips
(Go ?head be gone with it)
You make me smile
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Come here child
(Go ?head be gone with it)

Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)

Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
(Go ?head be gone with it)
Get your sexy on

You ready?
(Yes)
You ready?
(Yes)
(Yes)

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Tha Crossroads(U-Neek Remix) - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Tha Crossroads(U-Neek Remix)
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Chris Jaser, O'Kelly Isley, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, Anthony Henderson, Marvin Isley

Lyric:
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Now tell me whatcha gonna do
When there ain't nowhere to run
(Tell me what)

(When judgment comes for you, when judgment comes for you)
And whatcha gonna do
When there ain't nowhere to hide
(Tell me what)
When judgment comes for you
('Cause it's gonna come for you)

Let's all bring it in for Wally, Eazy sees Uncle Charlie
Little Boo, God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody
I only roll with Bone my gang look to where they lay
When playing with destiny, plays too deep for me to say
Lil' Layzie came to me, told me if he should decease, well then
Please bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me

God bless, you working on a plan to Heaven
Follow the Lord all 24/7 days, God is who we praise
Even though the devil's all up in my face
But he keeping me safe and in my place, say grace

For the case to race with a chance to face the judge
And I'm guessing my soul won't budge
Grudge because there's no mercy for thugs
Oh, what can I do, it's all about our family and how we roll
Can I get a witness, let it unfold
We living our lives to eternal our soul, aye oh aye oh

Pray and we pray and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
And we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Still we laced, now follow me roll stroll

Whether is tell of his Heaven
Come let's go take a visit of people that's long gone
Darris, Wally, Eazy, Terry, Boo
It's steadily creeping up on the family

Exactly how many days we got lasting
While you laughin we're passing, passing away
So y'all go rest y'all souls
'Cause I know I'ma meet you up at the crossroads
Y'all know, y'all forever got love from them Bone Thugs baby

Now Eazy's long gone, really wish he would come home
But when it's time to die, gotta go bye bye
All a thug could do is cry, cry, why they kill my dog and man
I miss my Uncle Charles y'all

And he shouldn't be gone in front of his home
What they did to Boo was wrong, oh so wrong, oh so wrong
Gotta hold on gotta stay strong when the day comes
Better believe Bone got a shoulder you can lean on
(Lean on)

Hey and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
And we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday

See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely

See you at the crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads

And I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody when I'm gone
And I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody

Living in a hateful world sending me straight to Heaven
That's how we roll
Living in a hateful world sending me straight to Heaven
That's how we roll

Living in a hateful world sending me straight to Heaven
That's how we roll
And I'm asking the good Lord with a sigh
It's I he told me we live to die

What's up with murder ya'll, see my little cousin was hung
Somebody was really wrong, everybody want to test us dawg
Then Miss Sleazy set up Eazy to fall, you know why we sinnin'
And Krayzie intended on ending it when it ends
Wanna come again, again and again, now tell me whatcha gonna do

Can somebody anybody tell me why?
Hey, can somebody anybody tell me why we die, we die?
I don't wanna die

Oh, so wrong
Oh, wrong
Oh, so wrong
Oh, wrong

See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely

See you at the crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads

See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely

See you at the crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads

See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely

See you at the crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads

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Lighters Up (Remix) - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Lighters Up (Remix)
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): S Storch, V Carraway, Roger Greene, Kimberly Jones

Lyric:
I come from Bed-Stuy
Where niggaz either do or they gone die
Gotta keep the Ratchett close by
Someone murdered

Nobody seen, nobody heard it
Just another funeral service
Niggaz will get at you
Come through shinin', they yap you

In broad daylight kidnap you
Best get clap through
Police stay on us like tattoos
Niggaz only grind 'cuz we have to

Money is power
Sling crack, weed and powder
Fiends come through every hour
It's all about that dollar

And we no deal with cowards
Weak lamb get devoured
By the lion in the concrete jungle
The strong stand and rumble

The weak fold and crumble
It's the land of trouble
Brooklyn home of the greatest rappers
BIG comes first then the queen comes after

Now put your lighters up, Bed-Stuy
Put your lighters up, New York
Put your lighters up, D.C.
Keep putting your lighters up, Philadelphia

Put your lighters up, Detroit
Put your lighters up, Chi-town
Keep putting them lighters up
No matter where you from, put your lighters up

Now, let me give you a walk through
Show you what to do and you don't do
Where its not safe to go to
Them boys approach you

Better say quick who you close to
Don't come through if niggaz don't know you
'Cuz people is talking
The streets is watching

The G's is lurking
Stash the nine in the garbage
The life of a hustla
The life of a gambler

Dice game, kill more niggaz than cancer
You know who you fuck with
Brooklyn don't run, we run shit
Roll up and just bumrush shit

We don't play that
Out in Bk, not at all
For a pound leave your face on the wall
R.I.P in memory of

Never show thy enemies love
We get it on where we live
You better have a pass when you cross that bridge
Welcome to Brooklyn

Put your lighters up, LA
Put your lighters up, VA
Put your lighters up, Texas
Keep putting your lighters up, New Orleans

Put your lighters up, St. Louis
Put your lighters up, A-T-L
Keep putting them lighters up
No matter where you from, put your lighters up

Damn homie, I'm so tore
And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more
And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more
But fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more

We in the club like
(Damn homie, I'm so tore)
Lighting the dutch like
(And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)
Passing the bub like
(And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)
Back at the bar like
(Fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more)

See, BIG done told you
I'm the hottest bitch on the planet
Biggest sex symbol, since Janet
There's a Nolte bandit

Laying in the cut like a bandage
Come through Fulton St. in the vanquish
Doing them damage
And if you don't understand it

Then let me give it to you in Spanish
Soy la senorita mas Linda del
Barrios y lo es abo tu eres despacio
Still over in Brazil, sipping Mescotto

You must of forgot though
So I'mma take you back to the block yo
Put you on to how we rock yo
Some are boosting

12-year olds prostituting
Hit-men hired for execution, there's no solution
Niggaz, still piss in the hallways
Fiends get high on em' all day

The youth them bang at the cops off the roof
If you don't know my town is the truth
Welcome to Brooklyn

Now put your lighters up, New Jersey
Put your lighters up, Boston
Put your lighters up, B-More
Keep putting your lighters up, Miami

Put your lighters up, Puerto Rico
Put your lighters up, Kingston, Jamaica
Keep putting them lighters up
No matter where you from, put your lighters up

Damn homie, I'm so tore
And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more
And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more
But fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more

We in the club like
(Damn homie, I'm so tore)
Lighting the dutch like
(And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)
Passing the bub like
(And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)
Back at the bar like
(Fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more)

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Get Gone (Remix Radio Version) - Lyrics - Ideal

Title: Get Gone (Remix Radio Version)
Artist: Ideal
Composer(s): Kevin Hicks, Johnta Austin, Bryan Michael Cox

Lyric:
In the Beginning you know I tried
To make it work for you and I
Seems like I was always by myself
Like you didn't never ever wanted help
The strain you put on me, You let me down
Can you tell me why after all i've done
For you and I, Now I really hate to say it
But I gotta tell you something

I think I better leave, (leave) you alone(alone)
So get yo' bags (yeah) and get the hell on
See because I dont want you no more (I dont want you no more)
I think you better leave (leave) me alone (alone)
So get yo' bags (yeah) get the hell on(Get Gone)
Because love ain't here no more

I don't know if it hurts to hear me say all of these words
But then again, I guess by now I really dont care (See I've waited much to
Long)
Oh always thought that it could work, thought it could be forever you and me
Tell me what happened to us, Wait a minute dont speak
Right now all I want to do is see you leaving
Leave me alone (alone)
Get yo' bags (yeah) Get the hell on (oh oh)
'Cause I dont want you no more
Said I think I got to leave (leave) you alone (alone)
Get yo' bags (yeah) Get the hell on (get gone)
'Cause love ain't here no more

See I tried to do it right
Tried to make you see the light
All that I wanted, all that I needed was you in my life
(Was you in my life ooh)
Had me broke down and for what
Tricked so many times, forgot who the real me was
But its alright, I said its good, 'Cause im gettin rid of you

I think you got to leave, me alone (alone)
Get yo bags (yeah) Get the fuck on (get gone)
Be'cause love don't want, you no more (Get gone)
Said I think you got to leave (leave) me alone (alone)
Get to steppin (yeah) Get the hell on (Get gone)
WHOOOO Love (love) ain't (ain't) here no more
Oh leave me alone (alone)
Get yo bags, leave the keys
'Cause I don't want you no more
See I think you got to leave (leave) me alone (alone)
Get to steppin (yeah) Get gone (Get Gone)
'Cause love ain't here no more
I think you better get on, (get on), get on, (get on),get on, (get on), you
Ain't taking the benz (get on), just get on, (get on)

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Ridin' (Papoose Remix) - Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Title: Ridin' (Papoose Remix)
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Oscar Edward Salinas, Juan Carlos Jr Salinas, Hakeem Seriki, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
They see me rollin'
They hatin', patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

My music so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

Grindin' to see if they can see me lean
I'm tense, so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see these gleam
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen

Now ridin' with a new chick, she like "Hold up"
Next to the Play station controlla
It's a full clip and my pistolla
Send a jacker into a coma

Girl you ain't know I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryna bone, ain't tryna have no babies
Ride clean as hell, so I pull in ladies
Laws on patrol and you know they hate me

Music turned up all the way to the maximum
I got speakers, some niggaz tryna jack for some
But we packin' somethin' and what we have for um
We'll have a nigga locked up in a maximum, security cell

I'm grippin' oak
Music loud and I'm tippin' slow
Twins steady twistin' like "Hit this dough"
D's behind and it's in rethrowed

Windows down, gotta stop pollution
City change just like, "Who is that producin'?"
That's the Play N Skillz when we out and cruisin'
Got warrants in every city except Houston, but I still ain't losin'

They see me rollin'
They hatin', patrollin and tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

My music so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

I've been drinkin' and smokin', holy shit 'cause I really can't focus
I gotta get it home before the po po's scope this
Big ole excursion just swerve'n, all up in the curb'n

A nigga be sippin' on the Hennessey and the Gin again
It's in again we in the wind
Don't wanna hold up while I puff on the blunt
I roll another one up and leave it like we ain't givin' a fuck

I got a blunt up in my right hand
40 0z. in my lap, freezin' my balls
Rollin' up a tree, green leaves and all
Comin' pretty deep me and my dogs

Yo' I gotta hit the back streets
Wanted by the six five and I got heat
Glock, glock shots to the block, we creep, creep
Pop, pop hope cops don't see me on the low key

With no regard for the law, we dodge 'em like, "Fuck 'em all"
But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all
Keep a gun in car and a blunt to spark
Wonder if you want nigga it poppin' dog
Ready or not, we bust shots off in the air
Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire

They see me rollin'
They hatin', patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

My music so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

You wouldn't think it so, I tryed ta let cha go
Turn on my blanker light and then I swang it slow
And they upset for fa sho, 'cause they think they know
That they catchin' me with plenty of the drank and dro'

So they get behind me, tryna catch my tags
Look in my rear view and they smilin'
Thinkin' they'll catch me in the wrong, they keep tryin'
Steady denyin' that it's racial profilin'

Houston, Texas you can check my tags
Pull me over, try to check my slab
Glove compartment, gotta get my cash
'Cause the crooked cops'll try to come up fast

Bein' the balla that I am, I'm talk to them not givin' a
Damn about them not feelin' my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin' dirty
Bet you'll be leavin' with an even madder mood

Then I'll laugh at you then I'll have to cruise
Ya my number two on some old school DJ Screw
You can't arrest me, plus you can't sue
This is a message to the laws, tell 'em "We hate you"

I could be tough tell 'em that they shoulda known
Tippin' down, sittin' crooked on my chrome
Bookin' my phone, findin' a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me
I'm 'bout to pull up at your home and it's on

They see me rollin'
They hatin', patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

My music so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

They see me rollin'
They hatin', patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

My music so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

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Secret Love (Remix) - Lyrics - Kelly Price

Title: Secret Love (Remix)
Artist: Kelly Price
Composer(s): Quinnes Parker, Michael Keith, Kelly Price, M Scandrick, Courtney Sills, Daron Jones

Lyric:
Uh uh uh so so def
Cross us, you know not (so so def) (come on, clap yo hands)
'Cause I'm full time here dough spot (come on, come on, come on, come
On)
Full time blow spot ain't gone stop (come on, clap yo hands)
Keepin' tha flow locked (come on, come on, come on, come on)
Keepin' tha flow locked
Come on

I got a secret in my heart
And baby it's tearin' me apart
'Cause I want the world to understand
That I love you and you are my man

Baby we know that we belong
A love that is real just can't be wrong
Can't keep it inside for very long
This love is too strong

So ready or not here I come (oh come on)
I got a secret that I want you to know, baby yeah
I can't hide what I feel inside
Boy it's killing me baby
So why can't they see that I
I can't hide what I feel inside
Everyone should know
So just let it show baby

Boy I feel it's time to let it go
We stayed on the hush, we kept it low
But I need to let my feelin's show
I can't take it no more

So ready or not here I come
I got a secret that I want you to know, baby baby
I can't hide what I feel inside
Boy it's killing me baby
So why can't they see that I
I can't hide what I feel inside
Everyone should know
So just let it show baby

I'm yours (I'm yours)
I belong to you and (I'm yours and I)
You're mine
You belong to me (the world should know you're mine)
Why can't they see (why can't they see)
It's killin' me (yeah yeah)
Oh baby, I can't keep it secret

I must release this
We can't keep it a secret
Fuckin' hush hush
Need you in my life to complete it
'Cause ain't nobody like us together
Let's grow old together
We never fold through whatever we roll, believe it
When you get mad I'm heated I want the world to see it
When you happy my purpose never defeated
You got me
Walkin' round, helpless, with no hope
I'm high off you
Selfish with my dough
Lord pictured a vision of me and you
It'll never be anotha lova like boo boo, let's show 'em
Ignore what ya home boys say
They ain't knowin' how we be keepin' it quiet long enough
What I feel inside strong enough to bust
Open the heart of tha hardest thug
Hop on this woodie when he need love
Can't hide, they see me shine when I ride this
Blow they inquirin' minds, it's you and I boy

I can't hide what I feel inside
Boy it's killing me baby
So why can't they see that I
I can't hide what I feel inside
Everyone should know
So just let it show baby

I can't hide what I feel inside (y'all know how we do over here. y'all
Know how we do over here)
Boy it's killing me baby (y'all know how we do over here)
So why can't they see that I (y'all know how we do over here)
I can't hide what I feel inside
Everyone should know
So just let it show baby

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Just In Case (Remix) - Lyrics - Jaheim

Title: Just In Case (Remix)
Artist: Jaheim
Composer(s): Keir Lamont Gist, Edward Berkeley, Robert L Huggar

Lyric:
Just in case I don't make it home tonight
Let me make love to you for the last time, baby
Wanna cherish each moment like the last
'Cause baby you're all that I have, so just in case

Think of how we made love almost anywhere
Haven't I taken you almost everywhere?
Think of all the things that, huh, that we shared
Then imagine me not there

Giving you more carrots than a rabbit, got you living lavish
Anything I've got, you can have it, baby I'll do magic
I'll do all I can, to keep you satisfied
So just in case I don't make it home tonight, baby

Just in case I don't make it home tonight
Let me make love to you for the last time, baby
Wanna cherish each moment like the last
'Cause baby you're all that I have, so just in case

Just in case I don't make it home tonight
Let me make love to you for the last time, baby
Wanna cherish each moment like the last
'Cause baby you're all that I have, so just in case

Haven't I made you feel so special?
As your man I've held your hand, never letting go
Let you hold the keys to the Lex, huh to drive
Gave you all you need and more as long as I'm alive

Even from the heavens up above, I'll shine out our love
Too much is never enough, ooh,. you're all I want
Even when I'm gone, your love will carry on
It's just that strong, so just in case

Just in case I don't make it home tonight
Let me make love to you for the last time, baby
Wanna cherish each moment like the last
'Cause baby you're all that I have, so just in case

Just in case I don't make it home tonight
Let me make love to you for the last time, baby
Wanna cherish each moment like the last
'Cause baby you're all that I have, so just in case

Baby, you know I love you
More than anything in this whole world
You're my anything, my everything, my wife, my queen
So if something happens to me, there's something you need to know

Just in case I don't make it home tonight
Let me make love to you for the last time, baby
Wanna cherish each moment like the last
'Cause baby you're all that I have, so just in case

Just in case I don't make it home tonight
Let me make love to you for the last time, baby
Wanna cherish each moment like the last
'Cause baby you're all that I have, so just in case

Just in case I don't make it home tonight
Let me make love to you for the last time, baby
Wanna cherish each moment like the last
'Cause baby you're all that I have, so just in case

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Get Your Shine On (Remix) - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Get Your Shine On (Remix)
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Noel Dorsey, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Yeah, we gon' go old school, ya know what I'm sayin'
If you from where I'm from, ya know what I'm talkin' 'bout
The way we do this here, this is a Cash Money classic

And I feel couldn't nobody do it the way I'ma do it
Ya know what I'm sayin'
So, here we go world, I'm bringin' it to your world from my world
Ya know what I'm talkin' 'bout look I say

Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, so pimpin' stop hatin'
Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, you know we gonna make it

Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, so pimpin' stop hatin'
Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, you know we gonna make it

In One you trust, the neighborhood is us
And everything that I ride is 22s and up
And every time that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus
Make the hood understand that we trying to come up

24s on trucks, just the neighborhood lust
Tell Lil' One be cool, everybody coming up
'Cause everybody wanna ride, everybody wanna shine
So how ya love that people? Everybody on the grind

And these projects cuts ya, ya hood rich livin' lavish
Those 14s, you know we had to have it
Once upon a time it was nothing but magic
Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys

Chasin' paper, paper chasin', look that's all we know
Comin' through the neighborhood on them 24s
Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, pimpin' up it some more
Fast money, Cash Money, that's all I know One

Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, so pimpin' stop hatin'
Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, you know we gonna make it

Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, so pimpin' stop hatin'
Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, you know we gonna make it

They say I walk around like I got an S on my chest
That be that Cash Money Piece, flow rest in the deck
I'ma specially set, no testin' the best
I'll be in class, no pencil, no test on the desk

I'll make ya mouthpiece so beast like Delereese
I'm from the south streets of beast like Lil' Weez
E, F baby for the team I rep daily
I come to the defense like Jeff Bailey, I'm gone wit it

A chrome kitted, a foam pit in the back of it
Phony *** *** come home with me, get the business
I made bling bling, I'm like a lighthouse
So shut that ice in 'cause he ain't iced out

Pay attention closely, you *** can never roast me
'Cause the maker of the testerosta knows me
Oh, he's so arrogant, the cocky kind
But you always looking 'cause I'ma shine, that's right

Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, so pimpin' stop hatin'
Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, you know we gonna make it

Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, so pimpin' stop hatin'
Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, you know we gonna make it it

Loud mics and big rims, pimpin' that's my life
Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy price
Lets get it understood, pimpin' that's my price
Come through the neck of the woods, you be alright

'Cause I'm pimpin', I'm pimpin', pimpin', I'm comin' through
And I'm dippin', I'm dippin', dippin', them 22s
And they spinnin', they spinnin', spinnin', them sprewells pimpin'
Them sprewells pimpin', we makin' mail pimpin'

Don't need no introduction in this
I can grind in every ghetto, trying to stay hood rich
And you can ask a *** 'bout me, you know I'm 'bout my ***
I was made by guerrillas, raised the hot boy click

'Cause I'm the Birdman and I'll do you something bad
You heard man that I been slangin' them slacks
That's my word man, I won't stunt ***
I won't stunt ***, I'm gonna stunt ***, One

Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, so pimpin' stop hatin'
Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, you know we gonna make it

Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, so pimpin' stop hatin'
Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, you know we gonna make it , One
So pimpin' stop hatin', you know we gonna make it

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That'S Kool (Remix) - Lyrics - Lil' Romeo - Lil' Romeo

Title: That'S Kool (Remix)
Album: Lil' Romeo
Artist: Lil' Romeo
Composer(s): Vyshon Miller, Michael Robinson, Damon Wimbley, Kurtis Walker, Lil' Romeo Mark Morales

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Lyric:
Come on y'all East Coast, West Coast, South

Lil' Romeo
Silkk the Shocker
Soulja Music
You know what we bout boy
Yah you know

Where my souljas at
WhatWhat
Where my whordies at
WhatWhat
Bounce, shake
Lets do this

Throw your hands up, from my circle yard stand up
Get crunk, everybody keep dem hands up
Scream loud, this is the time to me rowd
Ima rock it til the music go off, please be proud
Stop playin, I want to see you shout anyway
Throw dem bows, off da wall, its a special occasion
Get yo dance on, wild out before the last song
Graba shawty, get crunk wit ya mask on
Ride quicker, and get on thee floor
I wanna see you do it like you never did it before
This the remix so you know I'm gone ball
Me and uncle Silkk came to spit it for y'all
Girls if you bout it, then get off the wall
Make em' bounce to the music ma give it your all
Party in, and party out right at da mall
If you got problems at the door then give me a call

Need somebody with some do
That's kool
Who gone keep it on the low
That's kool
Who gone do you right
That's kool
Need a soulja in your life that's right
Need a shawty with some ends
That's Kool
Baby hummers, baby benz
That's kool
No Limit gear for your friends
That's Kool
Write your number here's a pen
That's Kool

Who you know can go (Poof) and buy the mall at
Room to small tear the walls out
Shop til you drop mean shop til you fall out
You know how No Limit do go all out
Aint my fault, we gotta get cash
Aint my fault, ride bently and jag
Flashy type, like how we gone miss
Cause I got the baddest chick (Lil' Romeo and I got her lil sister)
Silkk and Rome you know we stay off da chain
Concert pack you know they gone be screamin our name
Miller boyz look its all the same
If you love us or hate us its all a game
Say she heard about me and love that I ball
Love my height, she love that I'm tall
Then step one, now its time for step two
How can I ever go broke when I can borrow a million from my nephew

Need somebody with some do
That's kool
Who gone keep it on the low
That's kool
Who gone do you right
That's kool
Need a soulja in your life that's right
Need a shawty with some ends
That's Kool
Baby hummers, baby benz
That's kool
No Limit gear for your friends
That's Kool
Write your number here's a pen
That's Kool

Still clubin the party aint over
We still jumpin, still bumpin, look at the forms still pumpin
Music so loud in here you scare somethin
D doogg where you at let me here somethin

Right here in my No Limit gear hands in da air
To all my younggins tank doggs is full up in here
Were da girls at holla back loud in ya ear
Make way for the kids wordy dis is our year

Walkin in threw it like it aint ever been done
Y'all to serious loosin up you gotta have fun
Love music been bouncin ever since I was one
Lil' Rome soulja music another one huh

My homeboy is down its apart of the show
Meet me at the playground at a quarter to four
Mom said its all good she said I can go
It's on too wit me when you ready to roll

Need somebody with some do
That's kool
Who gone keep it on the low
That's kool
Who gone do you right
That's kool
Need a soulja in your life that's right
Need a shawty with some ends
That's Kool
Baby hummers, baby benz
That's kool
No Limit gear for your friends
That's Kool
Write your number here's a pen
That's Kool

Blaaaa stick it, ha ha ha stick it
Blaaaa stick it, ha ha ha stick it
Shake it, shake it, pop it, pop it, break it, break it
Twerk somethin (Twerk somethin)
Work somethin (Work somethin)
Keep it jumpin but dont hurt nothin (hurt nothin)
North, south, east, west (soulja)
North, south, east, west (Silkk the Shocker, Romeo)
No Limit, No Limit, bounce, bounce
Next level (Rolex's all kind of bezels)
That's All

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New & Approved (New Remix) - Lyrics - No Doubt

Title: New & Approved (New Remix)
Artist: No Doubt
Composer(s): Gwen Stefani, Tony Dumont

Lyric:
New, you're so new, new, you're so new
I've never had this taste in my past

My normal hesitation is gone
And I really gravitate to your will
Are you here to fetch me out?
'Cause I've never had this taste in my mouth

Don't let it go away, this feeling has got to stay
Don't let it go away, this feeling has got to stay
And I can't believe I've had this chance now
Don't let it go away

And you're consuming me violently
And your reverence shamelessly tempting me
Who sent this maniac?
'Cause I never had this taste in the past

You're different, you're different from the former
Like a fresh battery I'm energized by you

Don't let it go away, this feeling has got to stay
Don't let it go away, this feeling has got to stay
And I can't believe I've had this chance now
Don't let it go away

Why am I so curious?
This territory is dangerous
I'll probably end up at the start
I'll be back in line with my broken heart

New, new, you, new
And I never had this taste in the past
And I never had this taste in the past

Don't let it go away, this feeling has got to stay
Don't let it go away, this feeling has got to stay
And I can't believe I've had this chance now
Don't let it go away

And I can't believe it, can't believe it
Can't believe it, can't believe it
Don't let it go away, this feeling has got to stay
Don't let it go away

New, you're so new, new, you're so new
New, you're so new, new, you're so new
New, you're so new, new, you're so new
New, you're so new, new, you're so new
New

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Knock Knock (Remix) - Lyrics - Kanye West

Title: Knock Knock (Remix)
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Craig Brockman, Jr., Lee Wesley Jones, Melissa A Elliott

Lyric:
It's funny how the tables turn turn turn turn
So upset
This that hot new
Yeah, new Monica

It's funny how the tables turn, now it's you running after me
Didn?t wanna spent quality time, didn?t think I would ever leave
You got way too comfortable, now you say you want me in your life
'Coz I picked up all my shit and I'm moving in my new place tonight

So don?t you come knock knock knock, stop knocking
Don?t come knocking at my door
Ring ring ring, let the phone stop
I don?t want you calling me no more

Boy it?s a dangerous game to try and play a chick like me
Wanna go out and do your thang I will be out for ya count to three
So do just what you want, anytime that you really like
I put a payment on my place, you be sleeping alone tonight

So don?t you come knock knock knock, stop knocking
Don?t come knocking at my door
Ring ring ring, let the phone stop
I don?t want you calling me no more

I used to be so gone, you were some one I could lean on
My life support system
And I thought I couldn?t breathe ah ah
When you used to leave yep yep
I see you put yo clean on big chains gold teeth and yo gleam on
All night wanna be gone wanna tell me stay home like I got a ah ring on

Now you say I'm not your wife, right right?
So why should I be chillin'? Goodnight, goodnight
Now pack up my things for a flight
I got a place and fixed up nice
So don?t come knocking at my door
I got company comin' around four, so whoa

I don?t want you calling me no more
knock knock knock, stop knocking
Don?t come knocking at my door
Ring ring ring, let the phone stop
I don?t want you calling me no more
Don?t come knocking at my door
Don?t come knocking at my door
Don?t come knocking at my door
Don?t come knocking at my door

Changed my locks, took my things
Can't come in
Changed my locks, took my things
Can't come in
I don?t want you calling me no more

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