Stop Jockin Me - Lyrics - Ultramagnetic Mc'S

Title: Stop Jockin Me
Artist: Ultramagnetic Mc'S
Composer(s): B Dinky, Patrick Miller, Trevor Randolph, Keith Matthew Thornton, William S Patterson, Maurice Smith, Cedric Miller, Timothy J Blair

Lyric:
Hello
Hey, hey woman, where was you at last night?

Ahh, yeah
Right about now we're gonna get into somethin' real smooth
This is the story about a man and a woman
The man tried to kick, the woman fronts
He gets large, now she wants
Let's look in on the story as this man's tellin' this girl, about herself
Yeah

See girl, you look stupid now
And I gotta tell you somethin' straight in your face
You played yourself like a big-time toy from Mattel
Tryin' to flaunt the little bit of what you got

Why don't you go on over there and let him diss you again?
See your girlfriend's laughin' and lookin' at me at the same time
But right now I'm gettin' ready to wash my hands
And get all the dirt off, yeah

Back in the days, see you never had the time
To come to my house, and let me tell you that I rhyme
You always made excuses, such as
"I'm sleepin' right now, call me back," no never mind
'Cuz you and your friends are very hard to find

Lisa, Pamela, Angela, Renee
The girls who shoplift, and steal everyday
Lookin' for Benz's, food and a hamburger
Just to connive and rob a brother for cheese

That ain't right, girl, in your fantasy world
I call you once, you never dialed back
Twice, you never dialed back
Saturday morning, live, I'm on Soul Train

Talkin' to Don Cornelius
Saturday night, my phone rings
Saturday night, I won't answer
Saturday night, my phone rings again
Saturday night, I don't answer

Finally, I cold screened the call, hello?
"Hello? Hey Keith, it's me, baby, I miss you
Where you been at all this time? Whatchu been doin'?
Hey, you think we can hang out tonight?
Y'know, we really gotta talk
You still workin' in the grocery store?" Please
Stop jockin' me, girl

Stop jockin me, girl
(You're jockin me, baby)
Stop jockin me girl
(Slow down, you're clockin' me, baby)

Stop jockin me, girl
(You're jockin me, baby)
Stop jockin me, girl
(Yeah, you're jockin me, baby)

Ha ha ha hah
Here we have the same scenario, but different people
We have a young man who's been followed by a secret admirer
She too once fronted on the rap
Let's look in on his story and see what happens

Uh, uh, baby, you know what? You really need to check yourself
Yo, I find this is sad, that here we are in the 20th century
And y'know you still practicin' these primitive tactics
Y'know jockin a brother when he gets large
Check yourself, baby
Let me step over here and do my thing like this

Yo, B-boy comrades, this girl she keeps jockin me
Regardless what I say, she's constantly clockin' me
Houndin' me like a pest, callin' like she's obsessed
I tell her she'll never get me but she'll never let

The situation rest for a day or two
We're goin' on tour, Trev said, "I'll bet she'll follow you"
And boy, was he right, I know you're probably wonderin'
This girl like a groupie followed me into London

Show for show, state to state, night after night
Hotel to hotel, and even the airports
She tried to play me close
Now could you believe, she tried to play high-post

At one time, before I made a record
She wasn't sure it was me, so then, she had to check it
She turned on the video, show on the TV
She couldn't believe it was me on the big screen

Performin' the hit, yeah, the record was kickin' brother
From that day on, the girl, tried to smother me
Like a blanket, but I wasn't havin' it
I wasn't a grocery, and she wasn't baggin' it
So I took my time, looked her in the eye
And said, "Stop jockin me, girl"

Stop jockin me, girl, you're daily jockin me
(You're jockin me, baby)
Stop jockin me girl, ahh girl, you're a hooker
(You're jockin me, baby)

Stop jockin me, girl, girl, I can't, get with you
(You're jockin me, baby)
Stop jockin me, girl
(You're jockin me, baby)
Said won't ya get away from me

So there you have it, typical situation of jockin
First you fronted, now you want it
For all you girlies thinkin' about jockin' somebody
I suggest you don't do it, or you will get dissed
Peace out

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Get Over It - Lyrics - Meet The Girl Next Door - Lil' Mo

Title: Get Over It
Album: Meet The Girl Next Door
Artist: Lil' Mo
Composer(s): Dwayne Bastiany, Cynthia Loving

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Lyric:
First of all my numbers ain't listed so how you get my digits
You call my crib, my cell, my job and even left a message
You out of line shorty, you bout? to piss me off
You don?t even know me that way

You callin' me, stalkin' me, emailin' me
Tellin' me my man ain't being true
Said ya had rendezvous, you have the proof
What the use of me losing my cool, losing my man, my sanity
'Cause you miserable but I trust my man and I love him to
That?s to much to lose if he is dissin' me over you

Get over it, leave us be
What once was yours now belongs to me
We?re happy, stop stressin' me
He belongs to me so get over it

Get over it, leave us be
Get on with your life, stop bothering me
We?re happy, stop stressin' me
He belongs to me so get over it

It?s a mistake, your games are gon? ruin my house
So, I don?t trust my man and I'm kicking him out
You say he cares for you and he?s been there for you
Can you hear yourself, you sound like a fool

If what you sayin' is true, why you telling me
To get under my skin, to get at me
Girl you make me say, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
You doing wrong for this but I'mma tell you simple and plain

Get over it, leave us be
What once was yours now belongs to me
We?re happy, stop stressin' me
He belongs to me so get over it

Get over it, leave us be
Get on with your life, stop bothering me
We?re happy, stop stressin' me
He belongs to me so get over it

Now that he?s gone, you can't take it
Treated him so wrong
And you wish you had another chance
But he?s my man

Stop callin' me, stop stalkin' me
Emailin' me, telling me
You get at me 'cause you miserable
Leave me alone, leave us alone
Stop mockin' me, stop jockin' me

Don?t call my phone no more
Or ride past my crib no more
Don?t call my job no more, I'm ma call the law
Leave me alone, leave us alone

Get over it, leave us be
What once was yours now belongs to me
We?re happy, stop stressin' me
He belongs to me so get over it

Get over it, leave us be
Get on with your life, stop bothering me
We?re happy, stop stressin' me
He belongs to me so get over it

Get over it, leave us be
What once was yours now belongs to me
We?re happy, stop stressin' me
He belongs to me so get over it

Get over it, leave us be
Get on with your life, stop bothering me
We?re happy, stop stressin' me
He belongs to me so get over

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My 64 - Lyrics - Mike Jones

Title: My 64
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, Jermany V James, Michael A Jones, Bernard James Freeman, Salih Williams, O'Shea Jackson, Cordozar Calvin Broadus, Eric E Wright

Lyric:
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
(Mike Jones!)
Jockin? a bitch, slappin? a hoe
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there, cold, shootin? some hoops

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my
(Mike Jones Jones Jones)
Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go

Well I'm cruisin? down the street in my candy painted low
Bouncin? like a [incomprehensible] in my 64's
I pull up wood grippin?, doors tippin?, sittin? low
I'm hittin? sixteen switches, watch it stop and hit the floor

I'm leanin? on the curb, sippin? syrup, blowin? dro
The girls show me love when they panties hit the floor
I said I'm leanin? on the curb, sippin? syrup, blowin? dro
I got the 64 hoppin?, watch it stop and do a show

First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it
I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it
First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it
I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it

First I lean, then I rock
(Mike Jones!)
First I lean, then I rock
I said, first I lean wit it, then I rock wit it
I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it

Because I'm cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my
(Bun B)
Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go

It's Bun B, I'm known for slammin? Cadillac doors
Comin? down on that candy with them swangers and them 4's
But I got love for the West Coast, all day
So I suppose I'ma head out to Cali, the land of the low-lows

Touch down in LAX and I don't need no car
Robbie Chino pick me up with the bud and the bar
In the hood I'm a star so to the hood I'ma go
With Mike Jones and Snoop Dogg and they already know

That I get love from the B's, love from the C's
Mexican, Asian and Samoa OG's
Throw it up when they see me and holla, ?Hey Bun!?
When I'm comin? out in Soul Assassin Grey One

You might see me at Long Beach or maybe Pasadena
Inglewood, I.E. or West Covina
I?m Southside ridin? with the homie big Kun
Car hoppin?, top droppin? so give that kid room

When I'm cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my
(Snoop Dogg)
Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go

An? big Snoop Dogg in a yellow Parisini
With two girlies in the back in they Crip blue bikinis
Shakin? and they jumpin? ?cause the deuce keep bouncin?
Tippin?, whippin?, the ass steady dippin?

Candy paint drippin? and these axel's what I?m sippin?
As I shake like a dice game, cold as the ice age
Mike Jones rockin? like a Rollin? Stone
An' Snoop Dogg boy I'm b-b-bad to the bone

Yeah them Cali boys, we love them low-lows
An? real car club members bang they low doors
And take photos, see everything is fine
I'm in the 64, a sixty-trey, a 59

I love my car like I love my wife
See low ridin? ain?t a sport it?s a way of life
On the real dough I'll tell you how it feel though
If you see me in the fo? creepin? slow yo

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my
Jockin? a bitch, jockin' a bitch

Yeah man, let me explain somethin' to you one time, man
Low ridin' is not a sport, it's a way of life
It?s like buildin' a car from scratch, you understand me

You gotta put the fresh paint on it
You gotta put the mustard and mayonnaise
That?s the tires, you understand me
You gotta put the chrome on it
A little gold on it, you understand me
It?s gotta be a hundred spokes or better, ya dig?

An' you gotta drop the top
You gotta put the switches on the motherfucker
You definitely got to have a beat
And when you hit the streets you gotta have a freak
You know what I'm sayin'
One of the side, two on the b-sack
That's how it's gotta go down man
That?s real lowridin?, you understand me

From a West Coast motherfuckin' G man
We bouncin', we schlippin', we tippin', we dippin'
We dodgin' motherfuckin' pigs all the while
While we doin' this motherfuckin' gangsta style
You understand what I'm sayin', yeah I'm just cruisin'

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my
Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go

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Run It - Lyrics - Chris Brown - Chris Brown

Title: Run It
Album: Chris Brown
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Scott Storch, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
Okay
Check it, check it, check it out
It's Santana again
Steppin', steppin', steppin' out
One of them brand new big boy toys
I do big boy things

I make big boy noise 'cuz
I know what girls want
I know what they like
They wanna stay up and party all night
So bring a friend

Let me talk to you, tell you how it is
I was thinkin' when I saw that body
Gotta get Shawty
Tell her what the young boy gon' do

Damn them chicks wit chu gotta be okay
Baby pretty thick wit the kick that's sick
That need to be hit
So tell me what y'all gon' do

I got friends and you got friends
They hop out and you hop in
I look fly and they jockin'
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop

I got friends and you got friends
They hop out and you hop in
I look fly, and they jockin'
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't, let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl indeed I can run it, run it

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't, let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl indeed I can run it, run it

(Come here)
You'll see, girl I can set you off
Don't believe my age is gonna slow us down
I can definitly show you things
To have you sayin', I can't be 16

Once I get in you wanna go
(And I)
I'll have yo girls wishin' they were you
(And I)
I know your heard about me
But guess what's goin' down if we leave

I got friends and you got friends
They hop out and you hop in
I look fly and they jockin'
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop

I got friends and you got friends
They hop out and you hop in
I look fly and they jockin'
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't, let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl indeed I can run it, run it

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't, let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl indeed I can run it, run it

(Lets go)
Girl you feel right, make me feel like
(Feel right, feel like)
I wanna do a little somethin'
(Do a little somethin')
Ain't no thing unless you do it fo sho

Girl the way that your wearin'
Them jeans is turnin' me on
I'm the hottest thing that's in these streets
So baby won't you rock me?

Make it drop honey, make it pop honey
Whip, whop
Tick, tock to da clock fo me
Don't stop doin' that
And Shawty know, I mean what I say
So she won't stop doin' dat

Plus I heard if you can dance you can bump
Well dance is up let's go, let's go, yup
We can get it in, yup
We can gets some friends
Do it like the ying yang twins
Start whisperin'

Wait til' you see my, eh
Wait til' you see my, eh

Let me fall back
You ain't ready for all dat
Have you sleep late
Real late
Yeah takin' a long nap, eh

You tell your friends to get wit my friends
We can be friends
Switch and meet friends, switch
We can do it all night long, and
Til' da clock hit mornin'
(Ya dig)

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't, let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl indeed I can run it, run it

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't, let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl indeed I can run it, run it

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Paranoid - Lyrics - Afroman

Title: Paranoid
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
Teaspoon! Come here, come here, hey, hey, hey look
Hey go get me two pounds of bud and two ounces of yay
Muthafuckaz at mah house waitin' right now 'cuz
Aiight

How long can sell?
(You see life is like football, you know what I'm saying?)
Before I have to go to jail
(You gotta hike the ball and just make something happen man)

Can I possibly get real?
(I mean you know you might get tackled, you know what I'm saying?)
Before somebody go and snitch
(Then again, you might fuck around and make a touch down)

I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
One false move, I can be destroyed
I avoid the cops, I use a decoy
See my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy

I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
One false move, I can be destroyed
To avoid the cops, I use a decoy
You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy

All my life I did nothin' but dealin'
Learned to rely on my gut feelin'
Yo name is what? What? I know you from where? Where?
I don't mean to seem vicious but you look suspicious

Stop talking 'bout drugs on the telephone
Stop walking with a bunch of thugs to my home
Stop fuckin' up, call me before you come
Stop telling these bitches where you got it from

How long can I sell?
The Sheriff departments right down the block
Before I have to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock

Can I possibly get real?
Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringes
Before somebody go snitch
Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges

I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
One false move I can be destroyed
I avoid the cops I use a decoy
You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy

I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
One false move, I can be destroyed
I avoid the cops, I use a decoy
You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy

As I bail down the street with my khakis creased
Everybody looking at me look like the police
Havin' conversations with my gang assailants
Do you think, we under police surveillance?

Asking questions giving suggestions
Pulling Smith an' Wessons on strange pedestrians
Cookin' crack up, dollar bills stacked up
Hope the cops don't backup, here they come man

How long, stop runnin', stop runnin', can I sell?
The Sheriff department's right down the block
Before I have to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock

Can I possibly get real?
Hurry up, pass the tabs, turnakit and syringes
Before somebody go and snitch
Before the DEA kick the door off the hinges

Maybe I oughta stop sellin' water
Spend more time with my son and my daughter
But my drug life drug me away from my wife
She couldn't deal with the stress and the strife

The cocaine rockin' and the hood rats jockin'
The late night knockin' the drive way blockin'
Late at night I fantasize 'bout rappin'
But I gotta sell dope till it happen
For how long?

Hey, who is that, who is that man?
See you all fuckin' up, I got these looks
Yo man little rich kids comin' over here
That's what I'm saying now

You know they gonna snitch, they can't even lie to their parents
What the fuck you think they gonna do when the police pressure 'em?
Get to crying and shit, Afroman sold it to me mommy
He stays over there

How long can I sell?
The Sheriff departments right down the block
Before I have to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock

Can I possibly get real?
Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringes
Before somebody go snitch
Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges

I'm so paranoid, now God lay me down to sleep
Before the cops rape, please give me a beat
If they accidently kill me and I don't escape
Pray some white person, gotta video tape

Twinkle twinkle little little star
That looks like a police car
Shining on my dope spot
A police raid

I hope not
Little little homie hold my gun
I'm gonna fuckin' run
Where I run, I don't care

Throw that dope, anywhere
Cops chase me, through the hood
Straight in to the woods camera
Fly like lepord's

I hear, German Shepards
Freeze, hold it right there
Drug dealers, nightmare
Busted crack, criminal court
No black support

Handcuffs very tight, Baptist jury all white
They could never be my peers, sentence me twenty years
This rap so damn real, I'm glad I gotta record deal
If I don't sell a mill, this could, could happen still
What a predicament

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Which One Of You - Lyrics - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment - Snoop Dogg

Title: Which One Of You
Album: Tha Blue Carpet Treatment
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Composer(s): Ricardo Brown, L Dopson, Priest Brooks, Donald Smith, Calvin Broadus, L Edwards

Lyric:
Yes, greetings Loveboys
You inside the line of this *** experience for the 2000 plus C.I.S
Oh, we still in it, dig this, pimp time

She was the type of girl to play
(Which one of you *** like me?)
I met her just the other day
(Which one of you *** like me?)

She really didn't wanna gimme no play
(Which one of you *** like me?)
As I walked off, she just turned away
(Which one of you *** like me?)

I saw you hangin' with your friends
(Which one of you *** like me?)
They was lookin' at my friends
(Which one of you *** like me?)

But which one of y'all was checkin' out
This pimped out playa
Girl, you don't have to pretend

Baby, I seen your homegirls jockin' my ride
And ooh, baby, which one of y'all will step off inside
And roll away with me?

Which one of you *** like me, which one of you ***?
Which one of you *** like me, which one of you ***?
Which one of you *** like me, which one of you ***?
Which one of you *** like me, which one of you ***?

We was at the party like
(Which one of you *** like me?)
I was tryna livin' a delight
(Which one of you *** like me?)

Then this skinny girls was everywhere
I had to stop, pause and fix my hair
Hand me my mirror, Joral

She was big but she was cute
(Which one of you *** like me?)
And I know that she had major moves
(Which one of you *** like me?)

It really didn't matter what she weighed
See 'cause a big girl loves to play
And play a playa playa, hey

*** I need your attention
Who wanna ride in a pimped out Cadillac?
I say, hey delicious, you look sweet like candy
I gotta ride shotgun with a bad *** in the back

No matter what you see or baby, what you saw
If you stand tall, we gon' ball through it all
And if the police come, don't let me take a fall
Please stuff this *** in the crotch of your drawer
(Which one of you like me?)

She was a major ***, so unforgettable
Last time I see her though, I'ma let her know

We been drinkin', havin' fun, me and you, one on one
Doin' thangs, holdin' hands, makin' plans, help me sing
We been drinkin', havin' fun, me and you, one on one
Doin' thangs, holdin' hands, makin' plans, I'm your man

Which one of you *** like me?
Which one of you *** gotta like me?

Which one of you *** like me, which one of you ***?
Which one of you *** like me, which one of you ***?
Which one of you *** like me, which one of you ***?
Which one of you *** like me, which one of you?

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Show &Amp; Prove - Lyrics - Big Daddy Kane

Title: Show &Amp; Prove
Artist: Big Daddy Kane
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, Shyheim Dionel Franklin, Todd Eric Gaither, Antonio M Hardy, Johnny Lamar Jackson, Russell Jones, Chris E Martin, D Smith, Ricky M L Walters

Lyric:
Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga
My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger
I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real
And I'll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield

So bring your grip or you can think twice
'Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice
I'm hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon' rock it
Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket

I cut hand, you still can't get no cards
You couldn't deal with Scoob if we was playin' cards
But if I got beef and it's time for code red
My drill is like a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed
So hurry up and skedaddle

Even if you join a army, you still couldn't battle
So where you from? England, you somebody great?
You burnin' Scoob, "I don't think so mate"
I got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke

I have your friends "Ah-hah man, that shit ain't dope"
Leave me alone when I'm rocking on the microphone
and play like E.T. and phone your black ass ho-wome
Yo Sauce, if you're down with the groo-hoove
Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove

Hey, here I come with a slick rap, tic tac toe
When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back
I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder
how you got dope like Sauce, money you didn't do it

I write my own with bigger hope, drink of Scope
Wrote what I figured, nope, damn you dig a nigga doe
Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic
N.B.A. style, fann-tastic
No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed

'Cuz I like, to grab my dick with my right
Who could ever say that I don't get plenty play
Win Lose or Draw, I'm bookin whores, anyway
As I get ready I'm steady if I go crazy I'd take Eddie

If I was Fred, I think I'd have to bone Betty
Suckin' and luckin', hey, niggaz I'm duckin', nay
Nada no never meaning ain't no motherfuckin way
Rappers get gassed come on and get fast

Try to get past when I blast, and you can hand over your ass
One line and that's fear
Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear
So Shyheim, if your down with the groove
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove

Yo, yo, I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track kid
And make mad noise like a Metallica record

I'm psycho, a villain to the styles I be killin'
When I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted
'Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia
If your shit stinks I'ma flush ya, then bust ya
Like a crazy man from Cali son

My jams be packed like a Farrakhan rally, what?
You know my style, I put the F in effin' foul
The Rugged Child locks you down like Rikers Isle
And got more girls than a Trailerload with Shabba

More Super than Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada
So Big Daddy, if you're down with the groove my man
Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove

Now tell me whoooo is the man?
With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand
And steppin' to me, thinkin' I can be touched? Huh
Not even Michael Jordan'll gamble that much, yo

I get down on it and give it to rappers
That even act like they want it
I come for your title kid, run it!
Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit

Ahh yeah, that's that shit
Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia
That is I thrown ya, scold ya, Jones ya, I tried to warn ya
You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia
What did I just show ya, real lyrics doggone ya

Look inside my rap book at every text my man
And see that I got, more essays than the Mexican
The Messiah that's feared great, leavin' rappers in a weird state
Scared straight, for their prepared fate

Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant
So well in it with every single element
And competition gets none! Huh
If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn't give me no run

I see the way you're trying to get to me
But with with speech impediment, man you gotta come better G
You're hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again
Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with

The non-resistable, non-competible
No no I'm not sayin' I'm the best
I'm just sayin I'm fuckin' incredible!
And let's just make one more thing understood

That if I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good
So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove

Uh, one checkin' it two, checkin' it three
Check out the J, check out the A
Check out the Y, check out the Z, Hey G!
I'm breaking MC's up like EPMD
And these nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me

I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow
I've been in it runnin' a hundred miles I'm well endowed, baby gal
Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggaz can't fuck with
The, incredible skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid
And ain't no eatin me up, you fast fuckin' with jigga

I'm like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga
When I rock it it's in the pocket, baby mop it don't knock it
Till you try it, once you start, you can't stop it
I'm the cocky breed, I'm dope like poppy seed

I live one rent from besides that be
between get off my dick and stop jockin' me
When I bust a rhyme you're diggin' the sound
I know you lovin' the way it's, goin' down baby
So Ason huh, if you're down with the groove, why don't ya
Get on the mic and show and prove

Come on, Wu-Tang killa bees on a swarm
Rain on your college ass, disco dorm
Slippery when wet and don't you ever forget
You couldn't get a flick, of the hype outfit

Because the way that I dress this style mad wild
Enough to make a crowd of women scream "Ow!"
Whether at a party or just in bed
All thoughts on Ason, keep that in your head

Yuh, my beats are funky and my rhymes are spunky
Sometimes I'll be like "Well god damn what's the recipe?"
I don't know, I ask my momma she don't know
she says "Go ask you goddamned father!"
It's all about me in the place to be

Niggas thing they all that, yo, that shit is G
Mad game and it's a motherfucking shame
How many enemies wanna claim the name
Of Ason, who carries on like a manager
Yo sounds fly right danger

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Pager - Lyrics - Immature

Title: Pager
Artist: Immature
Composer(s): Arturo Lassiter, Lamonte Lassiter

Lyric:
Yeah, this for all those ladies out there
That's waitin' for that hustler that pimp
That playa to hit you on the side

I'll make sure I'll hit you on the side
A little later, I'll make sure I hit you
So, you know it's just me jockin' you
On your pager, I'll make sure I hit you

When you're out about with your girlfriends
You know I'm callin' baby, so don't pretend baby
I try to reach your heart through your private line, oh baby
I can't help the fact that you're always on my mind baby

I'll make sure I'll hit you on the side
A little later, I'll make sure I hit you
So, you know it's just me jockin' you
On your pager, I'll make sure I hit you

Baby, answer me when you feel me call
If I can't have you girl, I don't want anyone at all, baby
True feelings that I try to hide baby, keep showin' girl
When I hit you on the side of your pager

Romeo, Romeo, feel me flow
When you feel the rat-tat in your pocket
Don't stop it, just lock it, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah

I'll make sure I'll hit you on the side
A little later, I'll make sure I hit you
So, you know it's just me jockin' you
On your pager, I'll make sure I hit you

So uh, here I go one more
I come again with this pager flow
Rock on, rock on, yeah, yeah

I'll make sure I'll hit you on the side
A little later, I'll make sure I hit you
So, you know it's just me jockin' you
On your pager, I'll make sure I hit you

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Ah Ha - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Ah Ha
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Dorsey, Byron Thomas

Lyric:
Ah ha, look, you'll never see me hangin' from no tree
You would see me hoppin' out a new Bentley
You'll never catch me broke on my ass
You would catch me gettin' head in a Jag

Won't see me jockin' a hoodrat ho
Would see me browsin' on a Benz show floor
Never no more see me on a block with rocks
Stuffed in my 'Bauds, see two plastic glocks

You won't see me with this ride I rented or stole
Only when I'm in it if it's a two-triple-O
That's the new life for lil' B.G.
Bubbles and Hummers, Burbans with TV's

Beamers and 'Lacs, bikes, Tahoe's and Volvo's
Prowlers and PT Cruisers for lo-lo's
Change the paint on Excursions, drop her when we swervin'
Change the letter from Ford to Hot Boy, ya heard me

Ah ha, I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out
Ah ha, so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth
Ah ha, I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets
Ah ha, gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next

Ah ha, I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out
Ah ha, so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth
Ah ha, I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets
Ah ha, gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next

You'd see me pimpin' a Bentley, blunted out
In a Benz on my way to the line, stunted out
Hoes see me comin', they runnin' out
To the street to hop in the passenger seat to give me mouth

You know it's very often you'd see
Out in the streets, nigga flossin' like B.G.
When I do it, I do it like no one else
Chain fuck their vision up, got 'em hollerin', "Help"

So you know it gotta be nice, gotta be bright
Nothin' less than ten karats'll stop blue ice
Baguettes 'round the end, all in the middle: flooded
It's princess-cutted, can't do nothin' but love it

That's a example for "Hater, don't give me my props"
Can't be 'round that type 'cause he'll baller block
Fuck with me, your head missin', the bitch gone
Body alone, nigga, I'm tryin' to get my shine on

Ah ha, I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out
Ah ha, so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth
Ah ha, I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets
Ah ha, gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next

Ah ha, I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out
Ah ha, so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth
Ah ha, I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets
Ah ha, gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next

Neck worth twenty, wrists worth forty, ears worth ten
But to me that ain't nothin' to spend
Car worth eighty, inside worth 'bout thirty
Can't put it on the street 'til buttons on her feet

But the gear don't change, still wear Ree's, still wear 'Bauds
Still wear T's, you know how it go
Now check this out, crib plushed out, worth about a mill
One on the water, one on the hill

Game don't change, still hustle to maintain
Ten stacks a month of bills to contain
Now, I'm "Bling Bling Slim", you know him
Keep work stashed in all four of my rims

Two pearl glocks, one in my hand, one taped to the dash
'Cause I gotta ride like that
Stay schemin' on paper, and more paper
'Cause I wanna be, gotta be, number-one bling-blinger

Ah ha, I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out
Ah ha, so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth
Ah ha, I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets
Ah ha, gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next

Ah ha, I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out
Ah ha, so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth
Ah ha, I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets
Ah ha, gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next

Ah ha, I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out
Ah ha, so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth
Ah ha, I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets
Ah ha, gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next

Ah ha, I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out
Ah ha, so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth
Ah ha, I ride Benz, Jags, and timed Vettes
Uh-oh, gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next

Ah ha, ah ha
Ah ha
Ah ha, ah ha, didn't expect that
Ah ha, ah ha, got your mind right
(Get it right and keep it right)
Nigga
(What?)
What's up?
(What's up?)

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4 My People (Basement Jaxx Remix) - Lyrics - Missy Elliott

Title: 4 My People (Basement Jaxx Remix)
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Melissa Elliott, Tim Mosley, Eve Jeffers, Nisan Stewart, Craig Brockman, D Nolan

Lyric:
Yo, this is for my motherfucking club heads
You feel me? Yeah

People, gangstas and pimps
And people smokin' that deeper reefer
Up in the club with speaker, I had some base and tweeters
DJ is jockin' needle, sweat 'til I catch a fever
Call me, 'The Illest Diva', yo, I'm on fire

People, go head and drink up
Get in the club, get fucked up
See me, you got get lucked up
Someone to touch your rubber

Show me some love, strip off your clothes
And take off your socks

The party's jumpin', I see something fine
Boy, I wanna kiss you but I'm just too shy
Let me dance with you, let me wear you out
Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out

The music's bangin' way down in my soul
When you dance behind me, I lose all control
Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist
When the music come on, you take my breath away

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

I'm at the bar now and I'm buying drinks
And I got this feeling and it's all over me
I wanna dance with you and lick your face
Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy

The vibe is right now and I'm 'bout to score
Mr. DJ, can you play this joint once more?
'Cause I see the man I want, I want him right away
I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down, get on down

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

Freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back
Baby, you the mack and you know that
Put the needle on the track
Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back

Oh, freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back
Baby, you the mack and you know that
Put the needle on the track
Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back

Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres
Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres
Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres
Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres

Can't stand when a nigga fuckin' up my plans
All night liquored up while I'm trynna dance
Drunk and his breath stink, freaky with his hands
Cocky with his mouth, please like he got a fan

Can't stand when a bitch all in my side
I don't even know her and she all up in my light
Givin' me the side eye like she wanna fight
Philly known for boxing, bitch, better get it right

Can't stand when a DJ fuckin' up the song
Know I'm tryin' to shake my ass all night long
Cuttin' up the same shit all night long
High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown

Can't stand when it ain't jumpin' like I want
Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt
I don't give a fuck, he ain't gon' take away my fun
See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down, down

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

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A-Ha - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: A-Ha
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Dorsey, Byron Thomas

Lyric:
Ah ha, look, you'll never see me hangin' from no tree
You would see me hoppin' out a new Bentley
You'll never catch me broke on my ass
You would catch me gettin' head in a Jag

Won't see me jockin' a hoodrat ho
Would see me browsin' on a Benz show floor
Never no more see me on a block with rocks
Stuffed in my 'Bauds, see two plastic glocks

You won't see me with this ride I rented or stole
Only when I'm in it if it's a two-triple-O
That's the new life for lil' B.G.
Bubbles and Hummers, Burbans with TV's

Beamers and 'Lacs, bikes, Tahoe's and Volvo's
Prowlers and PT Cruisers for lo-lo's
Change the paint on Excursions, drop her when we swervin'
Change the letter from Ford to Hot Boy, ya heard me

Ah ha, I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out
Ah ha, so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth
Ah ha, I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets
Ah ha, gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next

Ah ha, I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out
Ah ha, so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth
Ah ha, I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets
Ah ha, gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next

You'd see me pimpin' a Bentley, blunted out
In a Benz on my way to the line, stunted out
Hoes see me comin', they runnin' out
To the street to hop in the passenger seat to give me mouth

You know it's very often you'd see
Out in the streets, nigga flossin' like B.G.
When I do it, I do it like no one else
Chain fuck their vision up, got 'em hollerin', "Help"

So you know it gotta be nice, gotta be bright
Nothin' less than ten karats'll stop blue ice
Baguettes 'round the end, all in the middle: flooded
It's princess-cutted, can't do nothin' but love it

That's a example for "Hater, don't give me my props"
Can't be 'round that type 'cause he'll baller block
Fuck with me, your head missin', the bitch gone
Body alone, nigga, I'm tryin' to get my shine on

Ah ha, I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out
Ah ha, so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth
Ah ha, I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets
Ah ha, gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next

Ah ha, I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out
Ah ha, so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth
Ah ha, I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets
Ah ha, gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next

Neck worth twenty, wrists worth forty, ears worth ten
But to me that ain't nothin' to spend
Car worth eighty, inside worth 'bout thirty
Can't put it on the street 'til buttons on her feet

But the gear don't change, still wear Ree's, still wear 'Bauds
Still wear T's, you know how it go
Now check this out, crib plushed out, worth about a mill
One on the water, one on the hill

Game don't change, still hustle to maintain
Ten stacks a month of bills to contain
Now, I'm "Bling Bling Slim", you know him
Keep work stashed in all four of my rims

Two pearl glocks, one in my hand, one taped to the dash
'Cause I gotta ride like that
Stay schemin' on paper, and more paper
'Cause I wanna be, gotta be, number-one bling-blinger

Ah ha, I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out
Ah ha, so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth
Ah ha, I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets
Ah ha, gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next

Ah ha, I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out
Ah ha, so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth
Ah ha, I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets
Ah ha, gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next

Ah ha, I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out
Ah ha, so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth
Ah ha, I ride Benz, Jags, and fly jets
Ah ha, gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next

Ah ha, I'm shinin', I'm blingin', I'm iced out
Ah ha, so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth
Ah ha, I ride Benz, Jags, and timed Vettes
Uh-oh, gotcha wonderin' what Geezy gon' do next

Ah ha, ah ha
Ah ha
Ah ha, ah ha, didn't expect that
Ah ha, ah ha, got your mind right
(Get it right and keep it right)
Nigga
(What?)
What's up?
(What's up?)

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This Is For My People - Lyrics - Funeral - Missy Elliott

Title: This Is For My People
Album: Funeral
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Melissa Elliott, Tim Mosley, Eve Jeffers, Nisan Stewart, Craig Brockman, D Nolan

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Lyric:
Uh, yo
This is for my motherfucking club heads, you feel me?

People, gangsters, and pimps and people
Smokin' that lethal reefer up in the club with speakers
I had some base and tweeters DJ is jockin' needle
Sweat till I catch a fever call me the illest diva

Yo I'm on fire, people go head and drink up
Get in the club get fucked up, see me you got get lucked up
Someone to touch your rubber
Show me some love, strip off your clothes, and take off your socks

The party's jumpin', I see something fine
Boy I wanna kiss you, but I'm just too shy
Let me dance with you, let me wear you out
Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out

The music's bangin', way down in my soul
When you dance behind me, I lose all control
Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist
When the music comes on, you take my breath away

This is 4 my people, my party people
This is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

This is 4 my people, my party people
This is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

I'm at the bar now, and I'm buying drinks
And I got this feeling, and it's all over me
I wanna dance with you, and lick your face
Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy

The vibe is right now, and I'm 'bout to score
Mr. DJ can you, play this joint once more
'Cuz I see the man I want, I want him right away
I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down, get on down

This is 4 my people, my party people
This is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

Freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back
Baby you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle on the track skip that, flip that, bring the beat back

Oh freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back
Baby you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle on the track, skip that, flip that, bring the beat back

Uno dos tres
Uno dos tres
Uno dos tres
Uno dos tres

Can't stand when a nigga fuckin' up my plans
All night liquored up while I'm tryin' to dance
Drunk, and his breath stink, freaky with his hands
Cocky with his mouth please like he got a fan

Can't stand when a bitch all in my side
I don't even know her and she all up in my light
Givin' me the side eye like she wanna fight
Philly known for boxing bitch better get it right

Can't stand when a DJ fuckin' up the song
Know I'm tryin' to shake my ass all night long
Cuttin' up the same shit all night long
High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown

Can't stand when it ain't jumpin' like I want
Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt
I don't give a fuck he ain't gon' take away my fun
See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run, uh

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, going down

This is 4 my people, my party people
This is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, going down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down

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4 My People - Lyrics - Miss E ...So Addictive - Missy Elliott

Title: 4 My People
Album: Miss E ...So Addictive
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Melissa Elliott, Tim Mosley, Eve Jeffers, Nisan Stewart, Craig Brockman, D Nolan

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Lyric:
Yo, this is for my motherfucking club heads
You feel me? Yeah

People, gangstas and pimps
And people smokin' that deeper reefer
Up in the club with speaker, I had some base and tweeters
DJ is jockin' needle, sweat 'til I catch a fever
Call me, 'The Illest Diva', yo, I'm on fire

People, go head and drink up
Get in the club, get fucked up
See me, you got get lucked up
Someone to touch your rubber

Show me some love, strip off your clothes
And take off your socks

The party's jumpin', I see something fine
Boy, I wanna kiss you but I'm just too shy
Let me dance with you, let me wear you out
Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out

The music's bangin' way down in my soul
When you dance behind me, I lose all control
Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist
When the music come on, you take my breath away

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

I'm at the bar now and I'm buying drinks
And I got this feeling and it's all over me
I wanna dance with you and lick your face
Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy

The vibe is right now and I'm 'bout to score
Mr. DJ, can you play this joint once more?
'Cause I see the man I want, I want him right away
I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down, get on down

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

Freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back
Baby, you the mack and you know that
Put the needle on the track
Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back

Oh, freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back
Baby, you the mack and you know that
Put the needle on the track
Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back

Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres
Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres
Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres
Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres

Can't stand when a nigga fuckin' up my plans
All night liquored up while I'm trynna dance
Drunk and his breath stink, freaky with his hands
Cocky with his mouth, please like he got a fan

Can't stand when a bitch all in my side
I don't even know her and she all up in my light
Givin' me the side eye like she wanna fight
Philly known for boxing, bitch, better get it right

Can't stand when a DJ fuckin' up the song
Know I'm tryin' to shake my ass all night long
Cuttin' up the same shit all night long
High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown

Can't stand when it ain't jumpin' like I want
Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt
I don't give a fuck, he ain't gon' take away my fun
See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down, down

This is 4 my people, my party people
And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

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What If I Was White? - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: What If I Was White?
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Kirk Jones, Damon Elliott

Lyric:
Yo, I got an idea
Let me go grab sticky right quick
Hey yo, stick, stick

Yo, Slim Shady
Yo, I just had like a nightmare
Wait it wasn't like a nightmare
It was like a good dreah

Well it wasn't a good
What was it?
Hey, I just had a crazy dream man
What? I dreamed I was white

If he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white
White, white, white, white?

Yo, yo
What if I was white
Skin the same color as Eminem?
The whole shibang
I know one thing

Police wouldn't always be watching me
Pull me over for nothin'
Constantly jockin' me
Yellow cabs in the cities would stop for me
I wouldn't need caladeral to buy property

If I was white
Wouldn't matter if I was rich or poor
Security wouldn't follow me around the store
Like I'd steal something

Because I'm black I rob
And automatically assume I ain't got no job
On my own land I feel like an immigrant
If I was white
I wouldn't thought O.J. was innocent

If I was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white, white
White, white, white

What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white
White, white, white, white?

If I was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white?

What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white
White, white, white, white?

If I was white
It would be a different world for me
If I was white?
What shade would I be?

Would I be redneck or skinhead
Preppy or high class?
You'd probably live in a trailerpark
And be white trash

In any case that be the ill shit right?
But there's a good and a bad side to being white
You can't say the N word without starting a fight
Couldn't dance on beat, I'd had two left feet

Even if I was white
I'd still have a ghetto chick
Is it a myth or would I really have a little dick
If I was white
I would probably listen to hard rock
And cover my ears when ever I heard hip hop

If I was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white?

What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white
White, white, white, white?

What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white?

What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white
White, white, white, white?

If he was white
I'd probably wouldn't even think the same
I'd watch tennis and golf
And bet on hockey games
Wear suit and ties and go to work everyday

If I was white
I couldn't live around my way
And would probably wouldn't
Nver even been an Onyx

I be steady sippin' vodka and tonixs
Smokin' on a Marlboro
Instead of a nNewport
I'd live in Long Island
Instead of New York

If I was white
I probably couldn't dunk
'Cause everybody knows white man can't jump
I probably wouldn't be able to go to the weed spots
'Cause all the dreads would think I'm a cop

If he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white?

What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white
White, white, white, white?

What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white?

What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white
White, white, white, white?

If he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white?

What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white
White, white, white, white?

What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white?

What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white
White, white, white, white?

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Wonder Woman - Lyrics - Trey Day - Trey Songz

Title: Wonder Woman
Album: Trey Day
Artist: Trey Songz
Composer(s): Tamir Ruffin, Troy Taylor, Nate Hills, Tremaine Neverson

Lyric:
I gave you prophesy on my first joint
But you all lamed out
It ain't really appreciated
The second one's out, danger, Songz

Your face is amazing, blazing hot like Cajun
And all I need is a minute, please no gimmicks
Ya tellin' me to chill, on the real or take a trip to Satan
Sent me to hell wit it, then I yell, wut it do

The hell wit ya crew
Say, you got a man, well, the hell wit him too
The seats is seashell, the whip is sea blue
And you can swim through.

Ain't a lot of women that I can't swim through
And you can't say that I don't tempt you
'Cuz if you said that, you's a liar
Grip them legs back call me pliers

Z 4 chrome up under the tires
And you so grown and my desires
To make you come finish that rum
Aye who said Trey Songz ain't fire?

The way you talkin' girl, you seem so invincible
Oh, and it's more than sexy girl the way that you take control
I wonder woman, are you my kinda woman?
Wit a back like that you fly like jets
Are you my wonder woman?

Are you, are you my wonder woman?
Are you, are you my wonder woman?
Are you, are you my wonder woman?
Are you, are you my wonder woman?

It's a shame the way you do yo thang
You can't blame me starin' at your frame
What's your name? Baby, they call me Trey
From the TV to the stage, the p-p-prince of VA

I got poppas like doctors, I could change your life
You should stop watchin' and jockin'
As if you ain't gon ride, I wonder somethin'
Baby, we gon do somethin' tonight, tonight, oh, oh

The way you talkin' girl, you seem so invincible
Oh, and it's more than sexy girl the way that you take control
I wonder woman, are you my kinda woman?
Wit a back like that you fly like jets
Are you my wonder woman?

Are you, are you my wonder woman?
Are you, are you my wonder woman?
Are you, are you my wonder woman?
Are you, are you my wonder woman?

What's this game, baby? I wanna play
What you say, can't let you get away
'Cuz I don't wanna leave girl
I only wanna be wit you, wit you

I got poppas like doctors, I could change yo life
You should stop watchin' and jockin'
As if you ain't gon ride, I wonder somethin'
Baby, we gon do somethin' tonight, tonight, oh, oh

The way you talkin' girl, you seem so invincible
Oh, and it's more than sexy girl the way that you take control
I wonder woman, are you my kinda woman?
Wit a back like that you fly like jets
Are you my wonder woman?

I wonder 'cuz I need a special kinda woman beside me
You my wonder woman, come find me
We can do whateva woman
Long as we together woman

This ain't a game, I need a super kinda woman beside me
Girl, I need a miracle, anythang is possible
Make your body, be my home
Let me come inside and we gon see if you invincible

The way you talkin' girl, you seem so invincible
Oh, and it's more than sexy girl the way that you take control
I wonder woman, are you my kinda woman?
Wit a back like that you fly like jets
Are you my wonder woman?

Are you, are you my wonder woman?
Are you, are you my wonder woman?
Are you, are you my wonder woman?
With a back like that you fly like jets
Are you my wonder woman? Shawty

The way you talkin' girl, you seem so invincible
The way that you take control
I wonder woman, are you my kinda woman?
Wit a back like that you fly like jets
Are you my wonder woman?

If we could be super friends in the world
It'd be so incredible
I can't help but wonder 'cuz
Wit a back like that you fly like jets
Are you my wonder woman, oh

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