So What! - Lyrics - Garage Inc. - Metallica

Title: So What!
Album: Garage Inc.
Artist: Metallica
Composer(s): Clive Blake, Nick (Animal) Culmer, Chris (Magoo) Exall

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Lyric:
So fucking what

Well, I've been to Hastings
And I've been to Brighton
I've been to Eastbourne too
So what, so what

And I've been here, I've been there
I've been every fucking where
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little cunt

Well, who cares, who cares
What you do
Yeah, who cares, who cares
About you, you, you, you, you

Well, I've fucked the queen
I've fucked Bach
I've even sucked an old man's cock
So what, so what

And I've fucked a sheep, I've fucked a goat
I rammed my cock right down its throat
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little fuck

Well, who cares, who cares
What you do
And, who cares, who cares
About you, you, you, you, you

And I've drunk that
I've drunk this
I've spewed up on a pint of piss
So what, so what

I've had stag, I've had speed
I've jacked up until I bleed
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little cunt

Well, who cares, who cares
What you do
Yeah, who cares, who cares
About you, you, you, you, you, you

I've had crabs
I've had lice
I've had the clap and that ain't nice
So what, so what

I've fucked this, I've fucked that
I've even fucked a school girl's twat
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little fuck

Well, who cares, who cares
What you do
And, who cares, who cares
about you, you, you, you, you, you

So fucking what
Yeah

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Nowhere League - So What - Lyrics - Anti

Title: Nowhere League - So What
Artist: Anti
Composer(s): Clive Blake, Nick (Animal) Culmer, Chris (Magoo) Exall

Lyric:
So fucking what?

Well, I?ve been to Hastings
And I?ve been to Brighton
I?ve been to Eastbourne too
So what, so what

And I?ve been here
And I?ve been there
And I?ve been every fucking where
So what, so what

So what, so what, you boring little cunt
Who cares, who care?s what you do?
And who cares, who cares about you?
You, you, you, you

And I sucked sweets
And I sucked rock
And I even sucked an old man?s cock
So what, so what

And I?ve fucked a sheep
And I?ve fucked a goat
I?ve had my cock right down its throat
So what, so what

So what, so what, you boring little cunt
Who cares, who cares what you do?
Who cares, who cares about you?
You, you, you, you

And I?ve drunk that
And I?ve drunk this
I?ve spewed up on a pint of piss
So what, so what

And I?ve had scag
I?ve had speed
I?ve jacked up until I bleed
So what, so what

So what, so what, you boring little cunt
Who cares, who care?s what you do?
Who cares, who cares about you?
You, you, you, you

Well I've had crabs
And I've had lice
And I've had the pox and that ain't nice
So what, so what

And I've fucked this
And I've fucked that
And I've even fucked a schoolgirl's twat
So what, so what

So what, so what, you boring little cunt
Who cares, who cares about you?
Who cares, who cares about you?
You, you, you, you

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Gangbangin' 101 - Lyrics - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment - Snoop Dogg

Title: Gangbangin' 101
Album: Tha Blue Carpet Treatment
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Composer(s): Calvin Broadus, Terrace Martin, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
West Coast, it's time to stand up
We gon' unite 'round this motherf*** one time
I'm callin' every real Crip
And every real B dog to the table right now
Yeah, we gon' push a real line right now
See if y'all with this real gangsta guerrilla ***

Have you ever seen a hundred thousand Rip riders from the side?
Blue Chucks, blue rags, gray clouds, blue skies
On the move, can't lose, Hill Street Blues
*** gotta pay they dues on the crews
Or with the ***, spray these suckas, then I cruise

My granny saw it on the news
She shook up, look up and then she put me on the move
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
'Cause the homies had the loop-loop that night at King Park

And I got into a squab, got caught and went to jail
Straight to the County with no motherf*** bail
Forty eight hundred with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie, Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail

He said, ?Trip Dogg, you better get right, Crip right??
Eyes open 'cause *** get stuck on seez-ight
It ain't no motherf*** problem, pop-pop, tick-tock
Never flip-flop, 20 Crippin' 'til I drop

Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
So what, so what, so what, so what?
Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
So what, so what, so what, so what?
Crip

Is I in the motherf*** S-5?
With the red bandanna, double knotted 'round the rear view
*** see clear through, they know that it's Game
Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em know that I bang

So bang like Snoop in 'Deep Cover'
I got the seat reclined, *** under the white-T, smothered
Dippin' down Green Leaf, I ain't got no enemies
Been shot five times, now I bleed Hennessey

And bang for my *** locked up, they can't stop us
It ain't a gangsta party 'til we go and dig Pac up
I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with two *** on
Huey P. Newton with Air Force Ones on

I *** but I'm the opposite of Tookie Williams
Red Lambo', red bandanna, print ceilin'
Me and Snoop got the West Coast locked
Red and blue rag tied in a knot
With all my motherf*** homies yellin' out

So what, so what, so what, so what?
Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
So what, so what, so what, so what?
Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip

I ran outta gas in Long Beach, I'm stuck
Ain't no Bloods and all I see is blue Chucks
Hopped out the '6-trey, nowhere to go
Til' Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh Steeler '6-4

We 'Just Dippin', one Bloodin', one Crippin'
I'm on that Bulls ***, throwback Scott Pippen
Moral is, my bandana hangin' from the left side
'So if you ain't a Crip or a Blood, just throw up Westside'

What up, Blood? Yeah cuz, we just tippin'
Me and Game doin' thangs, switchin' lanes, Hurricanes on my feet
Stop and C-Walk to the beat
Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street

Eastside, LBC, *** in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it C known, *** welcome to the Thunderdome

Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
So what, so what, so what, so what?
Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
So what, so what, so what, so what?
So what, so what, so what, so what?
Crip, Crip, Crip

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So What - Lyrics - In Case You Didn't Feel Like Showing Up (Live) - Ministry

Title: So What
Album: In Case You Didn't Feel Like Showing Up (Live)
Artist: Ministry
Composer(s): William Frederic Rieflin, Paul G. Barker, Alien Jourgensen, Christopher Joh Connelly

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Lyric:
Die, die, die, die
Scum sucking depravity debauched
Anal fuck-fest, thrill Olympics
Savage scourge supply and sanctify

So what? So what?
So what? So what?
Die, die, die, die

Die, die, die, die
You said it
Sedatives supplied become laxatives
My eyes shit out lies
I only kill to know I'm alive

So what? So what?
So what? So what?
Die, die, die, die

Die, die, die, die
So what, it's your problem
To learn to live with
Destroy us or make us saints

We don't care, it's not our fault
That we were born too late
A screaming headache
On the brow of the state

Killing time is appropriate
To make a mess and fuck all the rest
We say, we say

So what? So what?
So what? So what?
Die

Die
Now I know what is right
I'll kill them all if I like
I'm a time bomb inside
No one listens to reason
It's too late and I'm ready to fight

Now I'm ready to fight
Now I'm ready to fight
Now I'm ready to fight
Now I'm ready to fight
Fight, fight, fight

So what?
So what? So what?
So what? So what?
So what? So what?

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Don'T Leave - Lyrics - Life Goes On - Donell Jones

Title: Don'T Leave
Album: Life Goes On
Artist: Donell Jones
Composer(s): Sheldon A. Goode, Donell Jones, Gregory Paul Silver

Lyric:
Don't leave, 'cuz I really wanna love you
So what you wanna do? I gotta be with you tonight
Don't leave, 'cuz I really wanna love you
So what's it gonna be? I need you here with me tonight

Don't leave, 'cuz I really wanna love you
So what you wanna do? I gotta be with you tonight
Don't leave, 'cuz I really wanna love you
So what's it gonna be? I need you here with me tonight

Won't you lay next to me? Got something special for you baby
Now what's it gonna be? I need you next to me
Got the room dressed in red and a setup for two, yeah
Ooh, what I wanna do to you, ooh

Let me do things that'll turn you on
So don't you try to fight it, girl, I promise you gon' like it
I got plans for you, for what I'm ready to do
So let me taste your love, girl, don't you leave

Don't leave, 'cuz I really wanna love you
So what you wanna do? I gotta be with you tonight
Don't leave, 'cuz I really wanna love you
So what's it gonna be? I need you here with me tonight

Don't leave, 'cuz I really wanna love you
So what you wanna do? I gotta be with you tonight
Don't leave, 'cuz I really wanna love you
So what's it gonna be? I need you here with me tonight

Place some sugar on me, I'll put some honey on you
It's a sticky situation that we 'bout to get into
First, kiss you on your navel, slowly work it down
I'm fiendin' for your love, I gotta have it now

Girl, what's your pleasure? I'm down to do whatever
And when you think it's done, girl I've only just begun
I've got plans for you for what I'm ready to do
So let me taste your love, girl, don't you leave

Don't leave, 'cuz I really wanna love you
So what you wanna do? I gotta be with you tonight
Don't leave, 'cuz I really wanna love you
So what's it gonna be? I need you here with me tonight

Don't leave, 'cuz I really wanna love you
So what you wanna do? I gotta be with you tonight
Don't leave, 'cuz I really wanna love you
So what's it gonna be? I need you here with me tonight

Don't you leave me, don't you leave me, don't you leave me tonight
I've been waiting for your love baby, don't you leave me, don't
Don't you leave me, don't you leave me, don't you leave me tonight
I gotta have your love 'cuz I need your love, don't leave

Don't you leave me, don't you leave me, don't you leave me tonight
Anything you wanna do gonna give it all to you, don't you leave
Don't you leave me, don't you leave me, don't you leave me tonight
So let me taste your love girl, don't you leave

Don't leave, 'cuz I really wanna love you
So what you wanna do? I gotta be with you tonight
Don't leave, 'cuz I really wanna love you
So what's it gonna be? I need you here with me tonight

Don't leave, 'cuz I really wanna love you
So what you wanna do? I gotta be with you tonight
Don't leave, 'cuz I really wanna love you
So what's it gonna be? I need you here with me tonight

Don't leave, 'cuz I really wanna love you
So what you wanna do? I gotta be with you tonight
Don't leave, 'cuz I really wanna love you
So what's it gonna be? I need you here with me tonight

Don't leave, 'cuz I really wanna love you
So what you wanna do? I gotta be with you tonight

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So What - Lyrics - Light Poles and Pine Trees - Field Mob

Title: So What
Album: Light Poles and Pine Trees
Artist: Field Mob
Composer(s): Darion T. Crawford, Phalon Anton Alexander, Shawn Johnson, Zak Wallace, Cedric Williams, Ciara P. Harris

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen
Jazze Pha, Field Mob, Ciara, Superstar DJs
Here we go

They say, he do a little of this, he do a little of that
He's always in trouble and I heard
He ain't nothin' but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club

And they say, he think he's slick
He's got a lot of chips, he's so messed up, I heard
He's been locked up, find somebody else
He ain't nothing but a thug

So what, so what
So what, so what

And they say I'm a, I'm a, I'm a freak
I got a different girl every day of the week
You too smart, you'd be a dummy to believe
That stuff that you heard, that they say about me

They said I done this, they said I done that
But all of it's fiction none of it's facts
But you don't be hearin' that about your love
You let it go in one ear and out the other

The he say, she say, they say, I heard
The beef ain't, we can't let it get on our nerves
She miserable, she just want you to be
Like her misery needs company

So don't listen to that vine of grapes there
Nothing but liars hatin' I bet
They wouldn't mind tradin' places
With you by my side in my Mercedes

They say, he do a little of this, he do a little of that
He's always in trouble and I heard
He ain't nothin' but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club

And they say he think he's slick
He's got a lot of chips, he's so messed up, I heard
He's been locked up, find somebody else
He ain't nothing but a thug

So what, so what
So what, so what

Mo' money, mo' problems, life of a legend
Haters throw salt like rice at a weddin'
So what, that's your cousin, that don't mean nuthin'
Her like missin' is a type of affection you get

You just blind to the facts
See the lies just as obvious as cries for attention
Yield to the blindness, apply your suspicion
But listen, say you love me, gotta trust me

Why you stress this high school mess?
Break up never, they just jealous
Drama from your momma, mean mug from your brothers
I'm that author of the book, they can judge from the cover

I, I been to jail
I'm grindin' for real
I'm a positive talkin' negative pimp
They hate to see you doin' better than them, so

They say, he do a little of this, he do a little of that
He's always in trouble and I heard
He ain't nothin' but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club

And they say he think he's slick
He's got a lot of chips, he's so messed up, I heard
He's been locked up, find somebody else
He ain't nothing but a thug

So what, so what
So what, so what

Ladies and gentlemen, Ciara

Some people don't like it 'cause you hang out in the streets
But you're my boyfriend, you've always been here for me
This love is serious, no matter what people think
I'm gon' be here for you and I don't care what they say

Some people don't like it 'cause you hang out in the streets
But you're my boyfriend, you've always been here for me
I like the thug in you, no matter what people think
I'm gon' be here for you and I don't care what they say

He do a little of this, he do a little of that
He's always in trouble and I heard
He ain't nothin' but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club

And they say he think he's slick
He's got a lot of chips, he's so messed up, I heard
He's been locked up, find somebody else
He ain't nothing but a thug

So what, so what
So what, so what

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So What - Lyrics - Ciara

Title: So What
Artist: Ciara
Composer(s): Phalon Anton Alexander, Darion T. Crawford, Ciara P. Harris, Shawn Johnson, Zak Wallace, Cedric Williams

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen
Jazze Pha, Field Mob
Ciara, Superstar DJ's
Here we go

They say he do a little this, he do a little that
He always in trouble and I heard
He's nuttin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks
He's always in the club and they say

He think he slick, he's got a lot of chips
He's sellin' them drugs and I heard
He's been locked up, find somebody else
He ain't nuttin' but a thug

So what, so what
So what, so what

Hey hey and they say I'm a slut, I'm a ho, I'm a freak
I got a different girl every day of the week
You're too smart, you'd be a dummy to believe
That stuff that you heard that they say about me

They say that I'm this, they say that I'm that
But all of it's fiction, none of it's fact
But you don't be hearin' it about your lover
You let it go in one ear and out the other

Now he say, she say, they say, I heard
If they fake we can't let it get on our nerves
She miserable, she just want you to be
Like her, misery needs company

So don't listen to that vine of grapes
They're nuttin' but liars hatin'
I bet they wouldn't mind tradin' places
With you by my side in my Mercedes

They say he do a little this, he do a little that
He always in trouble and I heard
He's nuttin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks
He's always in the club and they say

He think he slick, he's got a lot of chips
He's sellin' them drugs and I heard
He's been locked up, find somebody else
He ain't nuttin' but a thug

So what, so what
So what, so what

Mo' money, mo' problems, life of a legend
Haters throw salt like rice at a weddin'
So what, that's your cousin, that don't mean nuthin'
Her like missin' the type of affection

You get, you just blind to the facts
See the lies is just obvious cries for attention
Yield to the blindness to apply your suspicion
But listen, say you love me, gotta trust me

Why you stress this high school mess?
Break up never, they just jealous!
Drama from your mother, mean mug from your brothers
I'm that author of the book, they can judge by the cover

Yes, I been to jail
And yes, I'm grindin' for real
I'm a positive talkin' negative pimp
They hate to see you doin' better than them, so!

They say he do a little this, he do a little that
He always in trouble and I heard
He's nuttin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks
He's always in the club and they say

He think he slick, he's got a lot of chips
He's sellin' them drugs and I heard
He's been locked up, find somebody else
He ain't nuttin' but a thug

So what, so what
So what, so what

Ladies and Gentlemen, Ciara!

Some people don't like it
'Cause you hang out in the streets
But you my boyfriend
You've always been here for me

This love is serious
No matter what people think
I'm gon' be here for ya
And I don't care what they say

Some people don't like it
'Cause you hang out in the streets
But you my boyfriend
You've always been here for me

I love the thug in ya
No matter what people think
I'm gon' be here for ya
And I don't care what they say

He do a little this, he do a little that
He always in trouble and I heard
He's nuttin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks
He's always in the club and they say

He think he slick, he's got a lot of chips
He's sellin' them drugs and I heard
He's been locked up, find somebody else
He ain't nuttin' but a thug

So what, so what
So what, so what

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Scenario - Lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest

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

Lyric:
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?

Aiyyo Bo knows this
(What?)
And Bo knows that
(What?)
But Bo don't know jack ?cause Bo can't rap
Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg is first up to bat
No batteries included and no strings attached

No holds barred, no time for move fakin?
Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon
Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow
But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe

So sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop
But here's the real scoop
I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome
Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from
I'm vexed, fumin?, I've had it up to here
My days of payin? dues are over, acknowledge we is in there
(Yeah!)

Head for the border, go get a taco
I'll be wreckin? from the jump street, meanin? from the get-go
Sit back relax and let yourself go
Don't sweat what you heard and act like you know

Yes yes y'all
(Yes y'all!)
Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all
(Tribe y'all!)
Real live y'all
(Live y'all!)
Inside, outside, come around
(Who's that?)
Brown!

Some may, I say, call me Charlie
The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley
Lay back on the payback, evolve rotate the gates
(Contact!)
Can I get a hit?
(Hit!)

Boom bit with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip
East Coast stompin?, rippin? and rompin?
New York, North Cak-a-laka and Compton

Checka-checka-check it out!
The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce
And wow how now wow how now Brown cow
We're ill till the skill gets down

For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new
But the rest are doo doo
From radio, to the video, to Arsenio
Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario?

(True blue!)
Scooby Doo, whoopie doo
Scenario's ready yo, rates more than four
Scores for the snores that smother dancefloors
Now I go for mine, shave the seashore

Ship-shape, crushed Grapes, Apes that play tapes
Papes make drakes, baked for the wakes
Of an L-ah, an E-ah, simply just a leader
Bass in his face means peace see ya later

Later
(Later!)
Later alligator
Pop blows the weasel and the herb's the inflater
So yo the D, what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow
Funk flipped flat back first fist foul fight fight fight
Laugh yo how's that sound?
(Oh!)

It?s a Leader Quest mission and we got the goods here
(Here!)
Never on the left ?cause my right's my good ear
(Ear!)
I could give a damn about a ill subliminal
Stay away from crime so I ain't no criminal

I love my young nation, groovy sensation
No time for hibernation, only elation
Don't ever try to test the water little kid
Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did

I heard you rushed and rushed and attacked
Then they rebuked and you had to smack
Causin? rambunction throughout the sphere
Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear
You know I did it

So don't violate or you get violated
The hip hop sound is well agitated
Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego
So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario

Watch as I combine all the juice from the mind
Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind
Powerful impact, boom, from the cannon
Not braggin?, try an' read my mind just imagine

Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary
When diggin? into my library
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!
Eating Ital stew like the one Peter Tosh-a

Uh uh uh, all over the track, man
Uh, pardon me, uh, as I come back
As I did it yo I had to beg your pardon
When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron

Roaw roaw like a dungeon dragon
Change your little drawers ?cause your pants are saggin?
Try to step to this I will twist you in a turban
And have you smellin? rank like some old stale urine

Chickity-choco, the chocolate chicken
The rear cockdiesel but chicks they were kickin?
Yo, bustin? out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme
The rhythm is in sync
(Uh!)
The rhymes are on time
(Time!)

Rippin? up the sound just like a radio
Observe the rhyme and check out the scenario!

Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?

Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?

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Let'S Go To War - Lyrics - Drama

Title: Let'S Go To War
Artist: Drama
Composer(s): Alphonso Jordan, Lorenzo Jordan, Demetrius L Stewart, T Cook

Lyric:
(What, what, what)
Huh, it's time to separate all the trio
From the Bustas, you heard me
Drama, ahh

Let's go to war, let's go to war
Let's go to war with these bust ass niggas
Let's go to war, let go to war, let go to war
Let go to war with these bust ass niggas

Jump when I say jump, go when I say go
Tura gots the loot with the K's on my check
I scrap with grenade, 'cause in the south niggas don't play
And every nigga that I know keep a chopper on K

What's gon happen is gon happen, so fuck now stop jacking
That's why you stop jacking, nigga all clikk clacking
I told you once, I told you twice, that y'all niggas ain't ready for me
I hear you talking shit, but pussy nigga I ain't worried

But now they like my dick
I take the help and keep it whipping
'Cause deep down south fifth ward niggas ain't scrap
Who need the name of Drama putting it louder on the map

Slap it like a pig, so you hater best sit, 'cause if you don't sit it down
Now, bust on Busta Rhymes, for nigga it's either or
But nigga I'm screaming war, choppers and K's
Fully loaded automatic, so fuck all the static

Let's go to war, let's go to war
Let's go to war with these bust ass niggas
Let's go to war, let go to war, let go to war
Let go to war with these bust ass niggas

Yo, you short a deal nagging me to my enemies
Leaving nigga booted live abused and stared
I'm bitching like Al Capone, my AK at crack of dawn
[Incomprehensible]

He told me, my momma pussy and came out screaming war
My daddy he couldn't be found so I was neglected low
They say drama you ain't right, they say that I'm dead wrong
But if I'm niggas cross me I'm cracking they fucking dome
Go off like a time bomb

But drama I beat it, now Peter Peter the pussy eater
I'm packing a millimeter, they's call me the fucking heater
'Cause I'm leaving niggas wrong, put a tag on that nigga toe
'Cause he'll never breathe again
(Okay)

Drop to my knee, asking Peter if he'll forgive my sins
The sins that I committed, I plotted before I did it
I'm looking at seventy plus, 'cause it was premeditated
The witness he never made it, 'cause I'm leaving nigga faded

Be straightened by playa haters, them bustas they wanna do
But I bar none 'cause I'm the 2000 John Wayne
Talk the talk, nigga let's walk the walk
And better worry pussy nigga, let's go to war

Let's go to war, let's go to war
Let's go to war with these bust ass niggas
Let's go to war, let go to war, let go to war
Let go to war with these bust ass niggas

Well, if it's on, it's on, well if it's on, it's on
Well, if it's on, it's on fuck nigga bring it on
Well, if it's on, it's on, well, if it's on, it's on
Well, if it's on, it's on fuck nigga bring it on

If you want some, get some, bad enough take some
Want some, get some, bad enough take some
Want some, get some, bad enough take some
Want some, get some, bad enough take some

Scrap up nigga, scrap up nigga, scrap up nigga it's time to go to war
Scrap up nigga, scrap up nigga, scrap up nigga it's time to go to war
Scrap up nigga, scrap up nigga, scrap up nigga it's time to go to war

What cha talking 'bout nigga, what cha talking 'bout
So what cha talking 'bout nigga, what cha talking 'bout
So what cha talking 'bout nigga, what cha talking 'bout
So what cha talking 'bout nigga, what cha talking 'bout

So what cha saying nigga, so what cha saying nigga
So what cha saying nigga y'all nigga 'bout talk
So what cha saying nigga, so what cha saying nigga
So what cha saying nigga y'all nigga 'bout talk

So what cha saying nigga, so what cha saying nigga
So what cha saying nigga y'all nigga 'bout talk
So what cha saying nigga, so what cha saying nigga
So what cha saying nigga fuck now stop jacking

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What You Gonna Do? - Lyrics - Everything New - Natalie

Title: What You Gonna Do?
Album: Everything New
Artist: Natalie
Composer(s): Natalie Nicole Alvarado, Oscar Salinas, Bernard James Freeman, Juan Salinas

Lyric:
Play-N-Skillz
So what you gonna do?
What you, what you gonna do wit it?

Well, it's the King of the Trill, Bun B on the flip
Comin' down, drippin' that candy with grain and grip
You see my tippin' my fours, see me bangin' my screws
See me lookin' for something jazzy baby, just like you

So what you gonna do?
So what you gonna do?
So what you gonna do?

What you gonna do if I say
I'm gonna leave with you tonight, tonight, tonight?
What you gonna do if I say
I'm gonna leave with you tonight, tonight, tonight?

So you can call me up and you can pick me up
We can do whatever you wanna do
I know you wanna touch, well, let me know what's up
We can do whatever you wanna do

I spotted you and I noticed how you were lookin' at it
It's up to you, however you want to get at it
Well, make your move
'Cause I'll be waitin' for you tonight, tonight, tonight

So can I roll with you?
You can roll with me
It's what you wanna do
Let me know, girl

So I'll be down with you
You'll be down with me
It's what you wanna do
Let me know, boy

I got the whip outside
When you're ready, we can go
It's sittin' on them thang
So you know we about to roll

I'm tryin' to get at you
So you can leave with me tonight, tonight, tonight

So what you gonna do?
What you, what you gonna do wit it?

What you gonna do if I say
I'm gonna leave with you tonight, tonight, tonight?
What you gonna do if I say
I'm gonna leave with you tonight, tonight, tonight?

So you can call me up and you can pick me up
We can do whatever you wanna do
I know you wanna touch, well, let me know what's up
We can do whatever you wanna do

I like the way you comin' at me, boy, it feels good
You put it down like I know you would
It's me and you alone, boy, let's take our time
Ain't no need to rush, we'll do what's on your mind

So can I roll with you?
You can roll with me
It's what you wanna do
Let me know, girl

So I'll be down with you
You'll be down with me
It's what you wanna do
Let me know, boy

I got the whip outside
When you're ready, we can go
It's sittin' on them thang
So you know we about to roll

I'm tryin' to get at you
So you can leave with me tonight, tonight, tonight

So what you gonna do?
What you, what you gonna do wit it?

You wanna go with a rider, you wanna ball out in style
Well, get behind the wheel with the trill
I'll make it worth your while
I'll show you just how it feels to live like a queen
And cut you out a slice of life, baby that you've never seen

The best cars, clothes, cribs and shine
Not to mention the thug love makin' to blow your mind
Anytime she want more than just a one hitter quitter
She already know, call me up and mayne, I'm comin' to get her
So what you gonna do?

What you gonna do if I say
I'm gonna leave with you tonight, tonight, tonight?
What you gonna do if I say
I'm gonna leave with you tonight, tonight, tonight?

So you can call me up and you can pick me up
We can do whatever you wanna do
I know you wanna touch, well, let me know what's up
We can do whatever you wanna do

Play-N-Skillz, Natalie
King of the Trill, Bun B, H-Town

So what you gonna do?
What you, what you gonna do wit it?

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Maybe Katie - Lyrics - Everything To Everyone - Barenaked Ladies

Title: Maybe Katie
Album: Everything To Everyone
Artist: Barenaked Ladies
Composer(s): Steven Page, James Raymond Creeggan, Ed Robertson

Lyric:
What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about, Katie?

What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about, Katie?

What's the use in hesitating?
Can't you see that Katie's waiting?
Just because her youth is fading
Doesn't mean that she's not worth dating

What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about, Katie?

What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about, Katie?

I don't know
What the fuss is all about, just take it slow
It's not like you can't live without her, to and fro
If you've got a shred of doubt then it's not worth it, yeah

What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about, Katie?

What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about, Katie?

Can't you see her with her arms wide open?
She's everything that you've been hoping for
Forever's not so long, stop moping
She's got a daughter and you're just not coping

Do you know everyone you ever swore you'd love for life?
I don't know them anymore
I know their names
I'd recognize them on the street and I don't love them

What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about, Katie?

What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about, Katie?

What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about, Katie?

What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about, Katie?

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I Got This In A Smash - Lyrics - Represent - Fat Joe

Title: I Got This In A Smash
Album: Represent
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Joseph L Kirkland

Lyric:
Yeah, it's time to let 'em know how I got this here
Fat Joe Da Gangsta, got this in a smash, know what I'm saying?
Showbiz, Diamond D, check this out
Aww, one to the head, I don't give a fuck
Suckers better duck, buck, buck, buck, buck

I let off mad shots
You get dragged when you face the big shot
Yeah and the Bronx is my territory
Suckers getting sprayed, end of story

Whether one deep or with my crew
I pack a .45, my girl packs a .22
Huh, so you know I'm all right
If niggas want beef, then I give 'em a hell of a fight

Yeah, I'm quick to blow a nigga out the frame
I'm insane, pushing punks in front of a train
'Cause I don't have it up to here
Talking about skins, I have more than Richard Gere

Yeah, 'cause I got it like that
It ain't hard to tell that Joe is living fat
How I last and surpass any nigga who shows his ass
Is gonna end up getting blast

Run for jewels and give me the cash
Everybody knows I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Run for jewels and give me the cash
Everybody knows I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Run for jewels and give me the cash
Everybody knows I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Run for jewels and give me the cash
Everybody knows I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Aw shit, another brother hit
This time it's Tone, life is a fucking bitch
It really hurts when the shit hits home
Early in the morning, they calling me on the phone

Telling me my man caught eight to the chest
Nah, this couldn't be, Tone always wore a vest
But that's the way the story goes
Today you're here, and tomorrow who knows?

Man, I'm gonna miss him, I love him to death
Charlie's in jail and I'm the only brother left
It's time to get strong, forget about the sorrow
But like Ike said, no one is promised tomorrow

Fuck the bullshitting, it's time to get cash
Don't fuck with me cause I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Run for jewels and give me the cash
Everybody knows I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Run for jewels and give me the cash
Everybody knows I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Run for jewels and give me the cash
Everybody knows I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Run for jewels and give me the cash
Everybody knows I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Run for jewels and give me the cash
Everybody knows I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Well, it's the F A T, Gang S T E R
Living like a star, drive a fat car
525 and I'm crazy live
Not all the loot in the world could make me take a dive

Fucking mad bitches on the first date
Straight to the telly, hit the skins, I gotta skate
See, I got no time for a stunt
Because a 40 and a blunt, that's all she really wants

Yeah, so dough keeps collecting PC
Knocking out punks with my man Diamond D
Cause everybody knows I'm the man
And if you fuck with me, then shit'll hit the fan

I took mad flicks since '76
Robbing every other brother for their motherfucking kicks
I once heard a kid say he's his brother's keeper
His brother turned around and bust him with a street sweeper

Everybody wants the cash
But don't fuck with me 'cause I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Everybody wants the cash
But don't fuck with me 'cause I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Everybody wants the cash
But don't fuck with me 'cause I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

Everybody wants the cash
But don't fuck with me 'cause I got this in a smash
Yeah, you know I got this in a smash
(So what's up, what's up?)

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36d - Lyrics - Beautiful South

Title: 36d
Artist: Beautiful South
Composer(s): Heaton Rothera

Lyric:
Close your legs, open your mind
Leave those compliments well behind
Dig a little deeper into yourself
And you may find

Come over here just sit right down
Needn't comb your hair, needn't pout or frown
I hear you've turned our young men
Into dribbling clowns

36D so what D so what
Is that all that you've got?
36D so what D so what
Is that all that you've got?

Make their day and go ahead
Remove your clothes, lie on their bed
Just a last gasp chance or an outside bet
To the easily led

And before you do just what you do
Here' one thought for you to chew
The men who run the business that you sell
They screw you too

36D so what D so what
Is that all that you've got?
36D so what D so what
Is that all that you've got?

You're just another 365 night stand
But you're so handy, you're so handy
You cheapen and you nasty every woman in this land
But you're so handy, you're so handy

Your picture's hanging pretty on the squaddies' walls
You're Steven's, Andy's, you're Ian's, you're Paul's
Your body's through of fondly in the rugby mauls
But you want more

Your name is always mentioned in the jokes we crack
You're coaching horses and wolf packs
Your clothes has turned the passive into maniacs
But you want more

36D so what D so what
Is that all that you've got?
36D so what D so what
Is that all that you've got?

36D so what D so what
Is that all that you've got?
36D so what D so what
Is that all that you've got?

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Ain'T Got You - Lyrics - One Love - Blue

Title: Ain'T Got You
Album: One Love
Artist: Blue
Composer(s): Duncan James, Lee Ryan, Mikkel Eriksen, Simon Webbe, Anthony Costa, Tor Erik Hermansen, Hallgeir Rustan

Lyric:
I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what

I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what
I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what

If you think I got it all
By the way that I'm living
Fast money on a roll
Then I think you be mistaken

If you think I have enough
Got more that I'm needing
It's not like that at all
You don't have to believe me

If I'm not what you're looking for
Please tell me and I will go
I'm not gonna waste your time
Please tell me if you wanna be mine

Got a shelf full of books, so?
Got a room full of clothes, so?
Got a house that I stay, so?
I ain't got you

Got a box full of shoes, so?
Got a brand new phone, so?
Got the studio booked, so?
I ain't got you

Now you know what I'm about
And the streets that I come from
Unreasonable doubt
Don't tell me that you have none

On top of the world
Like nothing's missing
Never thought I need a girl
But then I found myself wishing

If I'm not what you're looking for
Please tell me and I will go
I'm not gonna waste your time
Please tell me if you wanna be mine

Got a shelf full of books, so?
Got a room full of clothes, so?
Got a house that I stay, so?
I ain't got you

Got a box full of shoes, so?
Got a brand new phone, so?
Got the studio booked, so?
I ain't got you

I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what
I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what

I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what
I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what

I try every single day too
Get by every night I pray too
Survive everything I say and do

I try every single day too
Get by every night I pray too
Survive everything I say and do

Got a shelf full of books, so?
Got a room full of clothes, so?
Got a house that I stay, so?
I ain't got you

Got a box full of shoes, so?
Got a brand new phone, so?
Got the studio booked, so?
I ain't got you

Got a shelf full of books, so?
Got a room full of clothes, so?
Got a house that I stay, so?
I ain't got you

Got a box full of shoes, so?
Got a brand new phone, so?
Got the studio booked, so?
I ain't got you

I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what
I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what

I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what
I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what

I ain't got you

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Six In Da Morning - Lyrics - Ecstasy - Avant

Title: Six In Da Morning
Album: Ecstasy
Artist: Avant
Composer(s): Myron Lavell Avant, Steve Huff

Lyric:
A V, A V, they know what it is come on, A V
Steve Stone, DJ, lets get this party jumpin'

Straight V.I.P when I ride in the six get out of me whip
Givin' my tips, slidin' in the mix, playas envy me
'Cause my game is nice rockin' the G's cussin' the platinum fuss
With the Ice step off in the club straight thinkin' 'bout sex
And I, bet, that shorty's gonna be next all my mamis lookin' good
And the playas straight zonin' and we ain't leavin'
Till six in da mornin', so what you gonna do

All the mamis in the club, gettin' it on and they ain't leavin'
Till six in da mornin', so what you wanna do mami
Hey, what you wanna do mami thugs in the club, poppin' bub
And they ain't leavin'
Till six in da mornin', so what you gonna do Shorty
Hey, what you gonna do Shorty

Flyin' up on the skirt 'bout to put it in work hands on my shirt
Shorty's straight ready to flirt, yell to the DJ, just play my song
Keep me dancin', dancin', all night long got her mind blown
But the club is still hittin' and this west is still trippin'
And the playas they still sippin' all the mamis lookin' good
And everybody's straight zonin' and we ain't leavin'
Till six in the mornin'

All the mamis in the club, gettin' it on and they ain't leavin'
Till six in da mornin', so what you wanna do mami
Hey, what you wanna do mami thugs in the club, poppin' bub
And they ain't leavin'
Till six in da mornin', so what you gonna do Shorty
Hey, what you gonna do Shorty

Yo, watch out for this kid, yo, we put on like dun, dun, duh, dun, dun
It's some new dun, duh, dun, so move if you tryin' to front
Dun, duh, dun, the vant is dun, duh, dun, it's what you want
Duh, dun, flow master hate as you can't go no faster, we past ya'
Both the best D disaster vinom on hate as hot a like Vince
Caught up in a rapter Sean Don, need I say more

Boriqua, play ball, for a bottle of Crysta' in the best movie
The best Ossy's poppin' out the big body SUV's, blessed boozys
With the big S boobys stoppin' playa hate as, exuse me
Now I see stars burstin', now thats juicy

All the mamis in the club, gettin' it on and they ain't leavin'
Till six in da mornin', so what you wanna do mami
Hey, what you wanna do mami thugs in the club, poppin' bub
And they ain't leavin'
Till six in da mornin', so what you gonna do Shorty
Hey, what you gonna do Shorty

All the mamis in the club, gettin' it on and they ain't leavin'
Till six in da mornin', so what you wanna do mami
Hey, what you wanna do mami thugs in the club, poppin' bub
And they ain't leavin'
Till six in da mornin', so what you gonna do Shorty
Hey, what you gonna do Shorty

I said the club is closin', you know where we goin'
The girls in the back dosin' but they already knowin'
I said the club is closin' you know where we goin'
While the girls in the back dosin' they already knowin'

All the mamis in the club, gettin' it on and they ain't leavin'
Till six in da mornin', so what you wanna do mami
Hey, what you wanna do mami thugs in the club, poppin' bub
And they ain't leavin' Till six in da mornin'
So what you gonna do Shorty hey, what you gonna do Shorty

I want some of your body some of your body, yeah

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So Good, So Right - Lyrics - Ziggy Marley

Title: So Good, So Right
Artist: Ziggy Marley
Composer(s): David Nesta Marley

Lyric:
This one is special for all the ladies
You never know I was that type of man

So good so right, so good so
So good so right, so good so
So good so right, so good so
So good so right, so good so

Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night?
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night?

Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night?
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night?

But you keep on watching the time
Wondering what's on my mind
So you say you can't stay too long
'Cause you know what I'm all a

What I'm all about, what I'm all about?
I don't have to sing and shout
"What I'm all about?"
You know what I'm all about

Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night?
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night?

Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night?
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night?

Yes, it's the truth, it's the fact
I'm coming to you straight from the back
In a mastering room style, don't be shy
Don't you lie, look into my eye

I'll tell you why, I'll teach you about
Feeling high

Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night?
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night?

Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night?
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night?

Never before have you seen this, so I say
This feeling sink within my head, oh yeah
Oh yeah, never before have you believe it
So I mean what I say, you just got to be yourself

Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night?
Yeah, feel so good about something so
Right could it last another night

A feel so good about something so right
A feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night?

So good so right, so good so
So good so right, so good so

Yes, it is the strife of my life
To explain what's in my brain
If you believe what I say, baby, baby
A check in, check in, check, check

Check in, check in, check in, check in
Check in, a check in, check in, check into my hotel

A feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night?
A feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night?

So good so right, so good so right
So good so right, so right, I feel so good
Could it last another night?

A feel so right
Could it last another night?
A feel so good
Something so right, so good
Lord, I said, I feel so right

A feel so good
Oh, could it last another night?
A feel so right
Oh, could it last another night?

A feel so good
Oh, could it last another night?
A feel so right
Oh, could it last another night?

So good so right, so good so right
So good, so good so right

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New Beginnings - Lyrics - What It Is To Burn - Finch

Title: New Beginnings
Album: What It Is To Burn
Artist: Finch
Composer(s): Alejandro M. Linares, Nathan Barcalow, Alexander Pappas, Randy Strohmeyer, Derek Doherty

Lyric:
Hand me downs and photographs, spread across the floor
A broken record spins in circles, she can't listen anymore
She's turned around a thousand times, she set that bridge a fire

But did you wanna listen?
You took the world with you
So what is left, so what is left for me?

I called you on the phone again, just the other day
It sounds to me you've found your place
And everything is great

But did you wanna listen?
You took the world with you
So what is left, so what is left for me?

But did you wanna listen?
You took the world with you
So what is left, so what is left for me?

(I tried)
So hard to figure out
(Why)
No explanation keeps me waiting
(Let's try)
Because I know you won't forget
(I know)
Even if it's over, it's over
(I know)
It's over
(What is left for me?)
It's over

Did you wanna listen?
You took the world with you
So what is left for me? So what is left for me?

(What is left for me?)
But did you wanna listen?
You took the world with you
So what is left, so what is left for me?

(What's left for me?)
But did you wanna listen?
(What's left?)
You took the world with you
(What's left for me?)
So what is left, so what is left for me?
(For me?)
I tried

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Talkin' About - Lyrics - Touch - Amerie

Title: Talkin' About
Album: Touch
Artist: Amerie
Composer(s): Rich Harrison, Amerie Rogers

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Hoo oh, hoo oh
Hoo oh, hoo oh
Yeah, hoo oh
Yeah, hoo oh
Yeah

Been so fed up
Wit that lil' game
Mis-communication
I wish I had more to blame

Yeah, hoo oh
Yeah, hoo oh
Yeah

Been so long searchin'
So when you get close to me
It's what I been waitin' on
Finally I can breathe

Yeah, hoo oh
Yeah, hoo oh

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Every little kiss
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Every little touch
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Don't know what it is
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
It's so serious

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That's what I'm talkin' about
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That's what I'm talkin' about
Every time your around
Every time he come around
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That's what I'm talkin' about

Yeah, hoo oh
Yeah, hoo oh
Yeah, hoo oh
Yeah, hoo oh
Yeah

So many tried before
And I've waited patiently
In the end it's always wrong
It's so hard for me to believe
That you can keep it goin'
Couldn't stop if I wanted to

So baby if you take my hand
Every day can feel brand new
Even when we disagree
Ain't no need to get loud
Everything is worth a kiss
Baby, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Every little kiss
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Every little touch
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Don't know what it is
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
It's so serious

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That's what I'm talkin' about
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That's what I'm talkin' about
Every time you're around
Every time he come around
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That's what I'm talkin' about

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That's what I'm talkin' about
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That's what I'm talkin' about
Every time you're around
Every time he come around
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That's what I'm talkin' about

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That's what I'm talkin' about
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That's what I'm talkin' about
Every time you're around
Every time he come around
That's what I'm talkin' about
That's what I'm talkin' about

Hey ay, hey ay, hey ay, hey ay
Boy, what you do to me
(Hey ay, hey ay)
So much to say about you
(Hey ay)
That's what I'm talkin' bout
(Hey ay)
So glad you came around

Yeah, hoo oh
Yeah, hoo oh
Yeah, hoo oh
Yeah, hoo oh
Yeah

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

'Cuz everythin' you do, yeah
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Every little kiss
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Every little touch
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Don't know what it is
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
It's so serious

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That's what I'm talkin' about
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That's what I'm talkin' about
Every time you're around
Every time he come around
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That's what I'm talkin' about

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That's what I'm talkin' about
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That's what I'm talkin' about
Every time you're around
Every time he come around
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That's what I'm talkin' about

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That's what I'm talkin' about
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That's what I'm talkin' about
Every time you're around
Every time he come around
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That's what I'm talkin' about

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