Switch It Up - Lyrics - Liberation - Mya

Title: Switch It Up
Album: Liberation
Artist: Mya
Composer(s): Mya Marie Harrison

Lyric:
You think you know but you have no idea
(Hope you're ready)

You say you a gangsta, keep saying you a gangsta
Really think you a gangsta, don't you?
Think you can have your cake and eat it too
Sweety, that don't make you a gangsta
I'mma put it on you and I'm through
Watch me show you gangsta

Any other night I'll be rocking Sports Center T-shirt
Ponytail with my slippers
Probably callin' your phone asking when you coming home
Fed up with the lies and the slip ups

But tonight I'mma flip up
Something sexy on do you like a pimp does
Cooking dinner when my 4 inch grinds
Rockin' La Perla treat you like a king and spoil you

What you want
(I'll do it)
And what you need
(I'll prove it)
I'mma be your sweet thing just for the evening
(But don't get too used to it)

'Cause I'm coming to cut you off
This will be the last time I break you off
Bet you won't know that you lost a good thing 'til it's gone

Tonight I'll be your waitress, your mistress
(Anything you need I'm at your service)
Your sister, your doctor
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up, make you want more when I switch it up
Show you what's yours when I switch it up
Watch me switch it, switch it, switch

Lover, your mother
(Anything you need I'm at your service)
Temporary secretary
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up make you want more when I switch it up
But it ain't yours 'cause I'm switchin' up
Boy I'm switchin', switchin' up

Any other time I will be pissed off
Maxin' out your cards, scratchin' up your car
From the back to the front actually
Scratchin' her name on the front door

But tonight I'll be Latisha
That chick that you had up in my Beemer
Everythin' you ain't see me
When you thought you had the G, tonight I'mma be her

Boy' what you want
(I'll do it)
What you need
(I'll prove it)
I'mma be your sweet thing just for the evenin'
But don't get too used to it

'Cause I'm coming to cut you off
This will be the last time I break you off
Bet you won't know you lost a good one when I'm gone

Tonight I'll be your waitress, your mistress
(Anything you need I'm at your service)
Your sister, your doctor
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up, make you want more when I switch it up
Show you what's yours when I switch it up
Watch me switch it, switch it, switch

Lover, your mother
(Anything you need I'm at your service)
Temporary secretary
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up, make your want more when I switch it up
But it ain't yours 'cause I'm switchin' up
Boy, I'm switchin', switchin' up

No more crying'
(No more tryin')
I don't like it
(So I've decided)

I'mma leave you somethin'
So that you can remember me
Gon' be so sick of me
You'll be M Y A s feen

We gon' change
(So I)
Switch up my game
(And I)
Took a look in the mirror and said
Mya, you can't stay

Left a scent on your pillow
Torn pictures in the window
Keys to the 6 double O
Change the number to my cell phone
So you can't call me no more

Your waitress, your mistress
(Anything you need I'm at your service)
Your sister, your doctor
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up, make you want more when I switch it up
Show you what's yours when I switch it up
Watch me switch it, switch it, switch

Lover, your mother
(Anything you need I'm at your service)
Temporary secretary
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up, make you want more when I switch it up
But it ain't yours 'cause I'm switchin' up
Watch me switch it

Tonight I'll your waitress, your mistress
(Anythin' you need I'm at your service)
You're ready for me baby?
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up, make you want more when I switch it up
Show you what's yours when I switch it up
Watch me switch it, switch it, switch

Lover, your mother
(Anythin' you need I'm at your service)
Temporary secretary
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up on you
Then I'll take it back from you
Boy, you're gonna be so sick for me

You said you was gangsta
Kept sayin' you was gangsta
Really thought you was gangsta
Now look at you

And now you cryin' at my driveway, knockin' on my door
Goin' crazy, can't reach me 'cause I switched my phone
Caught up with you, now you know better
Never ever mess with a gangasta

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Fly Away - Lyrics - Elephunk - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Fly Away
Album: Elephunk
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Will Adams, Stacy Ferguson, Ray Brady

Lyric:
When the world changes, you adjust
So, on this joint right here
We about to take flight ya'll
Ooh, ooh, check it out ya'll
Ooh, ooh, check it out ya'll

Yo' Fergie what cha' gonna' do?
Flip it up
Yeah, what we came to do
Show these people how we gonna' do
Mix it up
Yeah, it's black eyed peas ya'll
So, check it out now, ay

Your here, so gone
This dusk has suddenly turned into dawn
I know, you've already been here too long, too long, too long
Although you won't see me fall from grace
You step on my soul as you walk away
My demise you'll never know, I'm letting you go

Fly away now
Flip it up, flip it up, get back on the truck
Got to keep movin' keep revin' it up
Mix it up, mix it up, time for the next stop

You've got to go now and fill up your truck
Fly away now, fly away now
Switch it up, switch it up, go hop on that bus
Don't need to blow the horn I'll be tough, hey

You take me from me
With you, forever but darling I see
The world, is who you belong to not me
So I set you free

Fly away now
Flip it up, flip it up, get back on the truck
Got to keep movin' keep revin' it up
Mix it up, mix it up, time for the next stop

You've got to go now and fill up your truck
Fly away now, fly away now
Switch it up, switch it up, go hop on that bus
Don't need to blow the horn I'll be tough, hey

I be fallin' up, never fallin' down
`Cause I spread my wings and I glide around town

Fly, lover go, find your nest, find your home
Uh, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh
I miss you so, spread your wings, let it flow
Uh, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh

I be fallin' up, never fallin' down
'Cause I keep it on a higher level, elevated ground

Flip it up, flip it up, get back on the truck
Got to keep movin' keep revin' it up
Mix it up, mix it up, time for the next stop
You got to go now and fill up your truck

'Bout to get gone, baby, fly away now
Yeah, gettin' gone now, fly away now
Switch it up, switch it up, go hop on that bus
Don't need to blow the horn I'll be tough, hey

Get back on the truck, yeah
Got to keep movin' keep revin' it up
Mix it up, mix it up, time for the next stop
You got to go now and fill up your truck
'Bout to get gone, baby, fly away now

Takin' flight now
Uh, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh
Switch it up, switch it up, go hop on that bus, yeah
Don't need to blow that horn I'll be tough

Flip it up, flip it up, takin' flight now
Uh, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh
Getin' gone, baby
Switch it up, switch it up, takin' flight now
Uh, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh

Flip it up, fly away now
Switch it up, fly away now
Takin' flight baby
Uh, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh
Doin' what's right now
Uh, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh

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Do That Thing - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Do That Thing
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Kenneth Pratt, Kimberly Jones, Danny Ray Nixon

Lyric:
No Lil Kim and B2K
Now what they go say
Now what you go and do
Do that thing it's on you

Walked in the spot and I already picked one
My idea for the night is to get one
Or two, or three, five, six, seven if you leave it up to me
I'm down to get down witcha
Wiggle and jiggle, it's turnin' all around, would ya
And let me get it money, don't freeze, be easy, it's cool mommy

There you go do that thing for me
Let it go from yo head to ya shouldas
Get a drink and come over
After that we go head to the rover

Back it up, clap it up, switch it up, change it up
Do that thing for me, do that thing for me
Flip it up, give it up, I'mma grip it up while you rip it up
Do that thing for me, do that thing for me

Give me a minute, want a swig of this pimp juice
I'mma be in it, when I'm in it there will be no use
For games, no games, I don't need a lot, I got this on lock dog
You so down, the way you do it, babe
Put ya back into it babe, can I get it on
I got a lot in mine and that's about time

There you go do that thing for me
Let it go from yo head to ya shouldas
Get a drink and come over
After that we go head to the rover

Back it up, clap it up, switch it up, change it up
Do that thing for me, do that thing for me
Flip it up, give it up, I'mma grip it up while you rip it up
Do that thing for me, do that thing for me

Say yo yo say yo yo
Say, say
Say ohh ohh ohh ohh
Say do that thang, do that thang
Put it on me, mommy, if you ain't scared, say ohh, ohh

I make it bounce like my booty was a 64
I'm feelin' nice wit that Mally and that Hipno
All eyez on me, Q U double E N B double E
Yo, people scream Lil Kim real loud around me
Doin' that thing and there's a whole crowd around me

Once I get the second one, I'm goin' back in
DJ, bring that joint back again, so I can take it to the floor
Once more before I hit that door like Big Daddy Kane, nigga
I get raw Picture me tannin' nude by the pool
Fool wake up, you startin' to drool
See, I'm down and I get it in with ya, like the 24's I wanna spin with ya
You can get it daddy, switch it up, back it up, just for you daddy

Back it up, clap it up, switch it up, change it up
Do that thing for me, do that thing for me
Flip it up, give it up, I'mma grip it up while you rip it up
Do that thing for me, do that thing for me

Omarion and Lil Fizz, J-Boog and Raz-B, T.U.G. and Queen Bee
Representin' B.K. and L.A. to the fullest
Chris Stokes, we outta here baby, yeah, this is history boy
Ya girl, Lil Kim, you can call me Miss Brooklyn, and it's on
And it's on You can get it daddy, you can get it daddy

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Do That Thing - Lyrics - B2k

Title: Do That Thing
Artist: B2k
Composer(s): Kenneth Pratt, Kimberly Jones, Danny Ray Nixon

Lyric:
No Lil Kim and B2K
Now what they go say
Now what you go and do
Do that thing it's on you

Walked in the spot and I already picked one
My idea for the night is to get one
Or two, or three, five, six, seven if you leave it up to me
I'm down to get down witcha
Wiggle and jiggle, it's turnin' all around, would ya
And let me get it money, don't freeze, be easy, it's cool mommy

There you go do that thing for me
Let it go from yo head to ya shouldas
Get a drink and come over
After that we go head to the rover

Back it up, clap it up, switch it up, change it up
Do that thing for me, do that thing for me
Flip it up, give it up, I'mma grip it up while you rip it up
Do that thing for me, do that thing for me

Give me a minute, want a swig of this pimp juice
I'mma be in it, when I'm in it there will be no use
For games, no games, I don't need a lot, I got this on lock dog
You so down, the way you do it, babe
Put ya back into it babe, can I get it on
I got a lot in mine and that's about time

There you go do that thing for me
Let it go from yo head to ya shouldas
Get a drink and come over
After that we go head to the rover

Back it up, clap it up, switch it up, change it up
Do that thing for me, do that thing for me
Flip it up, give it up, I'mma grip it up while you rip it up
Do that thing for me, do that thing for me

Say yo yo say yo yo
Say, say
Say ohh ohh ohh ohh
Say do that thang, do that thang
Put it on me, mommy, if you ain't scared, say ohh, ohh

I make it bounce like my booty was a 64
I'm feelin' nice wit that Mally and that Hipno
All eyez on me, Q U double E N B double E
Yo, people scream Lil Kim real loud around me
Doin' that thing and there's a whole crowd around me

Once I get the second one, I'm goin' back in
DJ, bring that joint back again, so I can take it to the floor
Once more before I hit that door like Big Daddy Kane, nigga
I get raw Picture me tannin' nude by the pool
Fool wake up, you startin' to drool
See, I'm down and I get it in with ya, like the 24's I wanna spin with ya
You can get it daddy, switch it up, back it up, just for you daddy

Back it up, clap it up, switch it up, change it up
Do that thing for me, do that thing for me
Flip it up, give it up, I'mma grip it up while you rip it up
Do that thing for me, do that thing for me

Omarion and Lil Fizz, J-Boog and Raz-B, T.U.G. and Queen Bee
Representin' B.K. and L.A. to the fullest
Chris Stokes, we outta here baby, yeah, this is history boy
Ya girl, Lil Kim, you can call me Miss Brooklyn, and it's on
And it's on You can get it daddy, you can get it daddy

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Leave It Up To Me - Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Aaron Carter

Title: Leave It Up To Me
Album: Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities
Artist: Aaron Carter
Composer(s): Michael Mark Power, Lucas Secon

Lyric:
It's the kids, baby
It's the kids, baby
It's the kids, come on
It's the kids, baby
It's the kids, baby
And ya know we're gonna groove

It's the kids, baby
It's the kids, baby
It's the kids, come on
It's the kids, baby
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Listen to the kids
Grown ups, own up
Even when they mess up
Actin' like it's all sewn up
Mom and dad think we
Need to have a talk
Think the kids rule the world
Boys and girls

You can't blame us for Nada
You taught us, to follow orders
'Cuz I'm the baby, dun gotta
Monkey see, ah ah
Monkey do no more
The fun stops here
What's the score

We might start a play fight
Just to imitate you
Don'tcha feel silly now
Shame on you
Don't start to cry now
I don't blame you
After all you're just a grown-up
Whatcha gonna do

Yo it's the kids
Gotta heat it up, heat it up
What's the deal, don'tcha know, I
Gotta give it up, give it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Yo it's the kids
What would ya do if I
Speed it up, speed it up
What what
Set it off
Gonna live it up, live it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

When the grown-ups go a wall
Now nothing's gonna fall
Here come the young ones
The baby crime busters
Big people, listen up
Relax now we're equal
And if the money's right
We might make a sequel

Do I hear a please?
I love it when you beg me
I need a bribe now
Just to move my legs, see
And I might put you in
If you make way
(Lemme talk to my people we can save the day)

Yo it's the kids
Gotta heat it up, heat it up
What's the deal, don'tcha know, I
Gotta give it up, give it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Yo it's the kids
What would ya do if I
Speed it up, speed it up
What what
Set it off
Gonna live it up, live it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

(Now whatcha gonna do)
Mom and dad, they be
Gettin' on my nerves
Workin' and workin' 'em
Is that what I deserve
But after many days
Hey, I want them back
Tell me who's gonna bake
My cake and all that

Who's gonna suffer from
My practical jokes
And answer when I'm mowing
Hey, it's gotta be my folks
And who's gonna get me up
Ready for the flight
And who's gonna tell me
"Every thing's alright"

But wait a minute
That sounds so soft
That won't impress a
Hot chick like Lara Croft
Don't play me out 'cuz
I'll switch ya off
You've been told old for too long
Singin' the same song

If you're old enough to vote
Then it's time to sit down
It's all about the little hommies
Takin' the crown
So if you're too young to vote
Here's your chance to have a say
Come on everybody
Help me save the day

Yo it's the kids
Gotta heat it up, heat it up
What's the deal, don'tcha know, I
Gotta give it up, give it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Yo it's the kids
What would ya do if I
Speed it up, speed it up
What what
Set it off
Gonna live it up, live it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Yo it's the kids
Gotta heat it up, heat it up
What's the deal, don'tcha know, I
Gotta give it up, give it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Yo it's the kids
What would ya do if I
Speed it up, speed it up
What what
Set it off
Gonna live it up, live it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

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Betta Stay Up In Your House - Lyrics - Genesis - Busta Rhymes

Title: Betta Stay Up In Your House
Album: Genesis
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Rashia Tashan Fisher, Jeremy A. Graham, Curtis Mayfield, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Yea, I know it's kinda cold outside,
Bring your nasty ass inside
Play yourself a dark corner mafucker, yea

Come on, can't stop, won't stop, rockin' for you, niggas
'Cause I rep the street and Johnnie Cochran for you, niggas
And I, got a state gun cockin' for you, niggas
Twenty-One legal gun shots

Poppin' for you niggas
And I, blow tones, more force than cyclones
Shit is on every time I catch a Ron Jones
Thug bitch, rock boots and hoops with rhinestones
Got the key to the city and run the crime zone

Now come on, take somethin', shake somethin', break somethin'
Stop, close your shop, you, niggas ain't sayin' nothin'
Niggas be frontin' and knowin' they ain't really weighin' nothin'
Better stop 'fore, we pop and really get to sprayin' somethin'

Flood it up
Whip it up
Smoke it up
Blooded up
Niggas straight tryin' to brake, I tell 'em shut it up
I spit the ill for real, ain't nothin' buttered up
Flip mode, doin' it everybody love it up

East coast, what up? West coast, what up?
Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up?
All my chicken heads, put it in your mouth, what up?
It's flip mode, better stay up in your house, what up?
All my thugs, what up? Thug bitches, what up?
Street niggas, what up? Stack riches, no doubt
We got the block locked take another route, what up?
It's flip mode, better stay up in your house, what up?
My niggas hook

Dirtiest, wordiest, Jersey, it's wetter than a mile
I stalk like pedophiles, no body gets saved when I bless the child
Gettin' Eight like snapper you too fessed to vow

Hold up
Run on
Get up
Come on
And put every single nigga where I'm from on
Bitches all in the spot, go ahead and get your fun on
Niggas keepin' it movin', go head and get your thug on

What on earth possessed y'all to try a lil' drunk lil' high?
Big heads in the sky make niggas straight cry
Without Mo' and Dry, take it down homeboy got bigger fish to fry
Fuck that other nigga, rush that sucker nigga

Niggas love the way we sound up on another Digga
Hot D, but I got another younger brother bigger
Digga pass me the Henny, so I can take another swigger

East coast, what up? West coast, what up?
Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up?
All my chicken heads, put it in your mouth, what up?
It's flip mode, better stay up in your house, what up?
All my thugs, what up? Thug bitches, what up?
Street niggas, what up? Stack riches, no doubt
We got the block locked take another route, what up?
It's flip mode, better stay up in your house, what up?
My niggas hook

Switch it up like Ak Nel, why you hit a dry spell?
Cats like you get no reply on the Skytel
Hate y'all, raps like Eminem hate Britney
Bonafide MC, who fuckin' with me?

Top niggas better give props nigga
'Fore you get dropped, fuck around and get your shit popped nigga
Flip flop niggas, you could really get your shit mopped
Or left to lay up in a pit stop, nigga

Spillin' it
Feelin' it
Killin' it
Come on
The hardest M.C don't want flex no more
Make it hot every time I rock, rest assured
Shit'll have that, who could rock the raw best award, nigga

Look it up
Cook it up
Shook it up
Book it up
When we rock, you shouldn't watch promoters, nook it up
Raise the level a little, you know my niggas took it up
In and outta big figgas, while me and Digga cook it up

East coast, what up? West coast, what up?
Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up?
All my chicken heads, put it in your mouth, what up?
It's flip mode, better stay up in your house, what up?
All my thugs, what up? Thug bitches, what up?
Street niggas, what up? Stack riches, no doubt
We got the block locked take another route, what up?
It's flip mode, better stay up in your house, what up?
My niggas hook

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Live It Up - Lyrics - Anarchy - Busta Rhymes

Title: Live It Up
Album: Anarchy
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Trevor Smith, James Dewitt Yancey

Lyric:
Yea
Pick up the pace now
C'mon
Yea

This feel like that tight shit
That make you just go get the keys to your whip
And just bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
N'ah I mean
Go stop at the little spot
Get you a little bag of the lye
And just bounce, bounce

Yo, now watch a nigga tongue kiss the track like it was fried chicken
Spicy seasonin' was finger lickin'
Everythin' looks grand and I feel so good today
Jewels jinglin' below my belly
You know we steady talk shit to them bitches when we be on the celly
Four wheelin' with a fifth of henny
See now we whippin' and we dippin' through traffic
Like we don't give a fuck
Niggas follow how we bounce in the truck
Then we wylin' and we thuggin' a little
Yo we ain't wylin' much
A little mellow from the spark of the Dutch
Down shift, throw it in the fifth gear with my foot on the clutch
Speed ballin', like we all in a rush
While we switch a couple of lanes
Flick my little hazard light on
Better pull over and get on the lawn
Yo, move the barricade, and let my niggas park on the block
Make a grand entry up in the spot
You know we only here to take all of the food out the pot
It's only right cause niggas know we be takin' they slack

Now let's get high
(Get high)
And let's get drunk
(Get drunk)
You feel that bounce
(That bounce)
Then turn it up
(Turn it up now)
You light your L
And blaze it up
(Hu)
(Blaze it up now)
Get in the game
And change it up
(Change it up now)
Come in the spot
And flame it up
(Flame it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Ha)
And live it up
(Live it up)
Let's get this dough
(Yea)
And live it up
(Live it up)
Let's get this dough
(Yea)
And live it up
(Live it up now)

Yea, so amazin', we blazin' and changin' the bounds
Grazin' y'all niggas, with somethin' aimin' to takin' you out
We never resort to any measure to keep you with me
Wylin' with a sinky, rinky, dinky ring on pinky
Follow the simple flow that'll cripple y'all niggas
Drop the shit that'll shake and just ripple y'all niggas
What, your boom scheme, get with the new thing
Hit you and get y'all niggas, all into the new swing
Ah, tally it up, rally it up
From the streets to the alley, from the eastern Cali and up
I'm talkin' dope, all of my niggas, all of my bitches
Give you somethin' that'll split you up
And leave you with stitches
Lookin' pathetic, I hit y'all niggas with the kinetic
Make you respect it, and beat you in the head till you get it
Take off my jacket, hope you can match it
When the DJ go scratch up the bounce
I hope you could catch it
So what

Now let's get high
(Get high)
And let's get drunk
(Get drunk now)
You feel that bounce
(That bounce)
Then turn it up
(Turn it up now)
You light your L
And blaze it up
(Hu)
(Blaze it up now)
Get in the game
And change it up
(Change it up now)
Come in the spot
And flame it up
(Ah)
(Flame it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Ha)
And live it up
(Live it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Yea)
And live it up
(Live it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Yea)
And live it up
(Live it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Yea, yea)
And live it up
(Live it up now)

Now let's get high
And let's get drunk
(Ha)
(Get drunk now)
You feel that bounce
(That bounce)
Then turn it up
(Turn it up now)
You light your L
And blaze it up
(Ha)
(Blaze it up now)
Get in the game
And change it up
(Yea)
(Change it up now)
Come in the spot
And flame it up
(Ah)
(Flame it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Yea)
And live it up
(Live it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Ha, yea)
And live it up
(Live it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Yea, ha)
And live it up
(Live it up now)
Let's get this dough
And live it up
(Yea, live it up now)
Let's get this dough
And live it up
(Yea, live it up now)
Let's get this dough
And live it up
(Yea, live it up now)

Yea, you know when you got shorty in the passenger side of the whip
You bouncin' from the club, step on the gas
And just bounce, bounce, bounce, yea
Then shorty come with you to the nearest short stay
Get up on top of that and just
Bounce, bounce, bounce
That's what I'm talkin' about niggas, yea
If you pushin' down the belt parkway
The Grand Central, The Long Island Expressway
The Cross Island Expressway
Southern State, Northern State, Parkway
You know ninety five south, Brooklyn Expressway, you know
However way y'all travelin'
You just bounce, bounce, bounce
You n'ah I mean
Blunts burnin' and all
keep the windows up though
the smoke stay in the motherfuckin' ride, yea
All my bitches in the passenger seat
Now just bounce, bounce, bounce, yea

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The Hook Up - Lyrics - In The Zone - Britney Spears

Title: The Hook Up
Album: In The Zone
Artist: Britney Spears
Composer(s): Thabisco Nkhereanye, P Magnet, Dorian Michelle Hardnett, Britney Spears, Cristopher Stewart

Lyric:
It's a dance thing!
Blow!
Boys and girls come sit on the right on this radam

He was lookin' said, "He'd wanna hook"
But she don't wanna hook up told him just go
But then she looked and said, "She wanna hook up"
He really wanna hook up told him let's go

Baby I can't believe everything your body make me wanna do
From the way that you move on the floor now I think I'm in love with you
You're in love with me
Grab my waist wanna get with the rhythm, and that move you do, do
Switch my hips on the floor, move it slow and I'll keep up with you

Back it up na, bump your rump na
Grab my waist na, work it out na
Grab my shoulder, pick it up na
Take it lower to the floor na

Watch out baby I might drop a little somethin'
Ride it baby, we can do a little somethin'
Take out baby wanna do a little somethin'
You know baby, let's hook up a little somethin'

Baby I can't believe everything that I feel when I dance with you
From the small of my back, to the breath on my neck
To that move you do
Put your body, got get my body, right next to you
Move the party, gotta rock the party until they're over you

Back it up na, bump your rump na
Grab my waist na, work it out na
Grab my shoulder, pick it up na
Take it lower to the floor na

Back it up na, bump your rump na
Grab my waist na, work it out na
Grab my shoulder, pick it up na
Take it lower to the floor na

Boy, I can't explain, what you do to me
My whole world has changed, I'm living a fantasy
Tonight I'm in the mood, please take me by your hand
I wanna get in your groove, oh baby take me there

Yo! Everybody get up now
If ya sit down
I wanna see everybody on the dance floor move now
Yo! Everybody dance

The bodies keep shakin', and now my body keep shakin'
Better get your butt out here baby, c'mon let's go
So do how you do it, drop it down, bend over get to it
Make it back, back down to the ground, pick it up let's go

The bodies keep shakin', and now my body keep shakin'
Better get your butt out here baby, c'mon let's go
So do how you do it, drop it down, bend over get to it
Make it back, back down to the ground, pick it up let's go

Don't stop, just get, get on the floor
Butt drops, hips pop, poppin' for sure
Who's got, got it, get it some more
One time, two time, three time, we go

Back it up na, bump your rump na
Grab my waist na, work it out na
Grab my shoulder, pick it up na
Take it lower to the floor na

Back it up na, bump your rump na
Grab my waist na, work it out na
Grab my shoulder, pick it up na
Take it lower to the floor na

Watch out baby I might drop a little somethin'
Ride it baby, we can do a little somethin'
Take out baby wanna do a little somethin'
You know baby, let's hook up a little somethin'

Back it up na, bump your rump na
Grab my waist na, work it out na
Grab my shoulder, pick it up na
Take it lower to the floor na

Back it up na, bump your rump na
Grab my waist na, work it out na
Grab my shoulder, pick it up na

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Cali Dro - Lyrics - Like Father, Like Son - Birdman

Title: Cali Dro
Album: Like Father, Like Son
Artist: Birdman
Composer(s): D Arnaud, L Mollings, J Mollings, D Carter, D Williams

Lyric:
I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro
I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro
Light up that dro, light up that dro
Light up that dro, light up that dro
I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro

Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
(I'm buyin' the bar tonight)
Smokin' up the Cali, smoke, smoke, smokin' up the Cali
('Cause we're smokin' all night at the banquet club, nigga)

(Twelve thousand niggas, smoke a pound, nigga)
Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro
(Yeah, put some chrome
on your [Incomprehensible] while you're at it nigga)

Come on
So light it up and pass the thing to me
I'm fresh off parole and I could smoke a whole P
Can smell it in my clothes, you could smell it in my seats
That's how a nigga rolls, I was raised in them streets

I'm rollin' up a sweet, I'm fillin' it with keef
I'm too high to talk, bitch, keep it real brief
If it ain't 'bout money, you ain't even gotta speak
I smoke it in the paper, Weezy smoke it in a leaf

And nigga I'm a stunna, I got runnas
And we keep them shotguns like huntas
We smoke thunder, it put me under
I'm talkin' straight Purple Kush that thundas

See, I be fuckin' with them trees
'Cause I'm straight out the jungle
Keep about five pounds
And we ain't even tryin' to hustle
Y'all already know how that go

I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro
Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smoke, smoke, smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro

Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smoke, smoke, smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro

I get my Kush from California, get my dro from Arizona
I can get it 'cross the border, got a rider name Winona
And I'll be calmer than a soma
Inside of the Phantom and it's lookin' like a sauna

And I stay high and I still got my diploma
And I still keep the Maggie on me, like Homer
And I'm too sick, man, I'm spittin' out a coma
And I'm still lettin' the money pile like Goma

And I smoke that kill, y'all blowin' on begonias
And I keep a fill of that grass like a farmer
And I keep that armor, try me and I'll spin you around
I'd be with the stars and I ain't talkin' tinsel town

That's right, the prison town
Bitch tear the fences down like Prince in town
Boy, I shits a pound of that purple rain
On the Marvin's day, you with me now?
(I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro)
Too high, you can't set me down and I be

Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smoke, smoke, smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro

Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smoke, smoke, smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro

We got that AK-47 white, right on set, painted and named
Named it Orange Purple Kush, that million Dollar top brand
I got that white ivory ice tea, doctors requestin' don't weed
Blazin' up so much bomb, got a bad bitch on my side

See we just smokin', we just smokin', we just tryin' to fire up
If you got the bomb, bomb, nigga, come and light it up
Yeah, blaze up, ain't nothin' like ridin' by, drivin' high
Me and all the hommies smokin', dumpin' if you chokin', smokin'

I smoke the [Incomprehensible] when they hit you
'Cause you might pass out
Look over at the bitches, snatch a blunt up out her mouth, bitch
Switch it to another scene, smokin' has you endo green
Some hommies be on that lean, mix it with that endo weed

Because we fucked up, we fucked up, you know that we fucked up
I like to smoke and drink with that nickel plated thing
Because we fucked up, we fucked up, you know that we fucked up
(I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro)

Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smoke, smoke, smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro

Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smoke, smoke, smokin' up the Cali
Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro

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West Up! - Lyrics - Featuring... Ice Cube - Ice Cube

Title: West Up!
Album: Featuring... Ice Cube
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Lamar Dupre Calhoun, Ndugu Chancler, Byron Clement Miller, Dedrick D'Mon Rolison, O'Shea Jackson, Icarus Johnson, William L Calhoun, George Duke

Lyric:
Wessyde fa life in ya
Throwin' up the W, throwin' up the W
Yeah, I'm with this, what we throwin' up?
Throwin up the W
All you busta ass niggaz out there

I got my motherfuckin' homeboys in the house
My nigga Ice Cube, Mack 10
Back to set the record straight
For all these busta ass niggaz
Who trip, this how we do it nigga

Front back, side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have to erupt
So motherfucker west up

Front back, side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have to erupt
So motherfucker west up

Nigga clear the lane, here I come once again
With this, gangsta click, droppin' this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the riders who ride us I gotta west sider
Rhymer for them niggaz that's sittin' on them Dayton wires

Pump the bass, hit the switch 'cause Ice Cube
Mack 10 and Dub-C, back up in this B I itch
Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin' back
Ink in my flesh, west side tattered on my chest

Walkin' with the shadow of death through the land
Of the skankless, south central Los Angeles
Home of the Crips and the Bloods
Where even the strongest niggaz is drug through the mud

And visitors from outta town best to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked strollin' through my hood
West coast till the casket drop
I be throwin' it up, so motherfucker west up

It's gun ho mack one,oh please, you can't fuck wit deez
Ice Cubez and Dub-Ceez is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three niggaz the new bosses
Never slippin' 'cause we flosses, packin' Nina Ross'

Nigga, thought you knew how we do it
Ain't a damn thing changed, always on them thangs
Forever and a day, so back up, gimme room, don't neglect
Just respect and everything I can't check I wreck

Now you can cross out the bustas and snitches
Shit only killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf where the real hogs dwell
Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for sale

Inglewood city, the throne I call home
Niggaz be so bright, you might need your locs on
To bail through, it's fin you're in with Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga this west up for life

Front back, side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have to erupt
So motherfucker west up

Front back, side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have to erupt
So motherfucker west up

Now I got ta show you how the west coast rocks
No razor blades in my mouth, just a glock
And I'm hittin' you up, with that W S
The sun rises in the east but it sets in the west

No gold teeth, you gets a wreath
So hand me the goodies, stockin' mask, no hoodies
Christmas day, I'm in a tre
While some of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a sleigh

We don't call it five, oh, we call it one time
It's my life my life my life my life in the sunshine
One nine weighs a ton
How the fuck you think that the west was won?

Now shit can be squashed over a forty ounce of backwash
No jokes, the land of locs and hundred spokes
In the east, we can be brothers but when you come to L.A.
Watch your motherfuckin' colors west up, nigga

Front back, side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have to erupt
So motherfucker west up

Front back, side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have to erupt
So motherfucker west up

Give it up, give it up like the nigga James Brown
Me and my niggaz are puttin' it down
So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city
Where niggaz caught slippin' is left with they brains drippin'

City of the angels, more like a concrete jungle
Full of macks Cadillacs and crack sacks
I pledge allegiance to the shit till I die
So let the five-twenty slide
And put it down from the west side

Front back, side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have to erupt
So motherfucker west up

Front back, side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have to erupt
So motherfucker west up

West side
Throwin' up the W

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Hydrolic - Lyrics - Don't Talk Just Listen - B5

Title: Hydrolic
Album: Don't Talk Just Listen
Artist: B5
Composer(s): Corte Ellis, Carlos Hassan, Matthew Irby, Karriem Hassan Mack, Shad Moss, Lashaun Owens, Nigel Talley

Lyric:
La la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la

La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la

Listen, the boys on fire, so I'ma heat it up
And if lil' mama throw it at me, I'ma beat it up
See it's nothing new she ain't about sumthin'
And then I gotta next her onto the next one

And she's bad so I might holla
She moves up and down like a 6 4 Impala
She get it from her mama, she don't like lames
She likes rich who's heavy in the game like me

I see you lookin' at me
Tryin' to figure out how I move to the beat
So good, guess I got in my blood
Every time the DJ spinnin' my cuts

I gets busy, gets busy on the one
I came to party just to show you how it's done
Fellas you can too step if you want to
B5 giving you something to move to

Bump in your trunk, make the speakers bump
Hit the switch on the '64, make it jump
Got a brand new dance, can you see me stunt?
You can do it like me just turn it up

Get low
(Hydrolic, hydrolic)
Bring it up slow
(Hydrolic, hydrolic)

Clean to the floor
(Hydrolic, hydrolic)
This is how it goes
(Hydrolic, hydrolic)

So sophisticated, educated, standing in the crowd
'Cuz she looking at me, 'cuz she like the way I put it down
She recognize me from my video and all my shows
I told her it's my dance and this is how it goes

I gets busy, gets busy on the one
I came to party just to show you how it's done
Fellas you can too step if you want to
B5 giving you something to move to

Bump in your trunk, make the speakers bump
Hit the switch on the '64, make it jump
Got a brand new dance, can you see me stunt?
You can do it like me just turn it up

Get low
(Hydrolic, hydrolic)
Bring it up slow
(Hydrolic, hydrolic)

Clean to the floor
(Hydrolic, hydrolic)
This is how it goes
(Hydrolic, hydrolic)

If I'm going to break it down
And show you to do the hydrolic

Girl you wanna know how to do what I do
Lean to the lizeft, hit switches when you move
Bounce to the beat, shawty you can do it too
Break it down slow, you drop it down low

Got bounce like a four block range
Girl I ain't tryna play no games
I'd do anything just to know your name
Girl I hope you feel the same, ooh

Lil' mama won't you sidekick page me, here go the info
All you gotta do is let me know what you into
We can make moves, you rolling wit the best
It's that LB Dub Gang and Bad Boys, yes

And I am F L Y 'er than the next guy
Now mama let's ride
Yeah, I wanna see you move it to the beat
Now, back it on up while B5 sing

Bump in your trunk, make the speakers bump
Hit the switch on the '64, make it jump
Got a brand new dance, can you see me stunt?
You can do it like me just turn it up

Get low
(Hydrolic, hydrolic)
Bring it up slow
(Hydrolic, hydrolic)

Clean to the floor
(Hydrolic, hydrolic)
This is how it goes
(Hydrolic, hydrolic)

Sing, la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la

La la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la

Bump in your trunk, make the speakers bump
Hit the switch on the '64, make it jump
Got a brand new dance, can you see me stunt?
You can do it like me just turn it up

Get low
(Hydrolic, hydrolic)
Bring it up slow
(Hydrolic, hydrolic)

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Clear It Out - Lyrics - Still da Baddest - Trina

Title: Clear It Out
Album: Still da Baddest
Artist: Trina
Composer(s): Ronald Ferebee Jr, Katrina Taylor

Lyric:
Yeah, it's clear I'm livin' the life for the rich and the famous
In every magazine published I'm gracin' the pages
Media versus celebrities, it's outrageous
Put on a [Incomprehensible] you can rock a few stages

I'm setting new standards for women rappers embracing
My chronological makeup a switch a bitch pace up
A trend setter, go getta, money maker, bread winner
Dropped in '98 had the world sayin' nann nigga

I been around the world and everybody hatin'
If they talkin' I'm the topic of the conversation
Now clear it out, clear it out
I had it up to here, clear it out, clear it out
I had it up to here

I had a lot of friends, now I got a lot of foes
When you gettin' money guess this is just the way it goes
Now clear it out, clear it out
I had it up to here, clear it out, clear it out
I had it up to here

Now everybody talkin' 'bout me, I could give a damn tho'
If they hatin' now wait till they see me in the Lambo'
Thousand dollar shoes, European jewels
Million dollar cribs with the swimmin' pools

I'm just doin' me, you should be doin' you
Get your own hoe don't worry 'bout my revenue
I brought it from the hood to the big screen
Now I'm prime time cover of the magazine

I been around the world and everybody hatin'
If they talkin' I'm the topic of the conversation
Now clear it out, clear it out
I had it up to here, clear it out, clear it out
I had it up to here

I had a lot of friends, now I got a lot of foes
When you gettin' money guess this is just the way it goes
Now clear it out, clear it out
I had it up to here, clear it out, clear it out
I had it up to here

Stop that poppin' 'bout the south, clear it out, clear it out
And keep my name up out your mouth, clear it out, clear it out
Fuck them hatas and them hoes, clear it out, clear it out
You gettin' doe let it show, clear it out

Stop that poppin' 'bout the south, clear it out, clear it out
And keep my name up out your mouth, clear it out, clear it out
Fuck them hatas and them hoes, clear it out, clear it out
You gettin' doe let it show, clear it out

I been around the world and everybody hatin'
If they talkin' I'm the topic of the conversation
Now clear it out, clear it out
I had it up to here, clear it out, clear it out
I had it up to here

I had a lot of friends, now I got a lot of foes
When you gettin' money guess this is just the way it goes
Now clear it out, clear it out
I had it up to here, clear it out, clear it out
I had it up to here, yeah

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Symphony In X Major - Lyrics - Man Vs Machine - Xzibit

Title: Symphony In X Major
Album: Man Vs Machine
Artist: Xzibit
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Alvin Joiner

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Lyric:
Time to snap out of it, welcome to the real world
My life like a Hitchcock flick, stick to the script
If she can't stick to the script, stick to this dick
How she actin' off of the fifth? Ridiculous shit

We don't need conversation, just crowd participation
If you here on vacation we got, rules and regulations
Seperate myself from y'all, segregation
Tryin' to stop Xzibit and Dre? Humiliation

Pure elevation, got me some inspiration
Two bitches in bubble baths, a beautiful invitation
Got a live occupation, live for the moment
I'm faced with an altercation manhandlin' my opponents

I got eyes in the back of my head
I never sleep so they bloodshot red
Yo, we so far ahead of our time
If we can stop life and press rewind
You still wouldn't catch up 'til 2K and a dime, so turn it up

Turn it up, turn it up
This is it, this is it
We the shit, we the shit
Get with it

Give a fuck, give a fuck
Who you wit', who you wit'
Turn it up, turn it up
Get with it

Truthfully speakin', it's lonely up here all by myself
So I had to come down and pass around some help
From N.W.A to whatever's next
Make sure it says, "Andre Young", in bold letters on big checks

Your shit ain't sellin'? Fuck it, get Dr. Dre on it
You got a budget? I'll get down, give me half of it
One session, one song, I'm gone
The first week, you hit the streets, a star is born

To add to my universe, let me show you
Who can invade who nigga, and who can do who the worst
Warning from the Surgeon General
Watch out for fake hits and bullshit that sounds identical

Pick it up, read the credits, who you thought it was?
Twenty years in the game, with a constant buzz
Pick a year, any year, see how hot I was
Same shit today, and still don't give a fuck

Turn it up, turn it up
This is it, this is it
We the shit, we the shit
Get with it

Give a fuck, give a fuck
Who you wit', who you wit'
Turn it up, turn it up
Get with it

Stay, in your place
You can't face, what we bringin'
What we bring to the game, playa
Bounce like this
Blaze your shit
And get high for me

Let me give y'all niggaz somethin' to hold
This product not to be sold
Know you can't cook it over a stove
You can flip it and come back with a mitt

Don't make me reach through your limo tint
I just want my twenty percent
This is dedicated to the people that spoke too soon
I think I'll stop shootin' you niggaz and shoot for the moon

Motherfuckers turn respect on and off like a light switch
I'll never be seen, like Farrakhan fuckin' a white bitch
Jump I won't flinch, dump I don't miss
X holdin' this, I'm never losin faith or focus

So say what you gotta say, everyday a holiday
We don't blow the roof, we blow the whole fuckin' spot away

Organize permission like, organized crime
Organized minds, organize they nickels and dimes
Organized vocab, be organizing my rhymes
Organizing my business and organizing my time, so turn it up

Turn it up, turn it up
This is it, this is it
We the shit, we the shit
Get with it

Give a fuck, give a fuck
Who you wit', who you wit'
Turn it up, turn it up
Get with it

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Drop It Like It'S Hot - Lyrics - Tha Block Is Hot - Lil' Wayne

Title: Drop It Like It'S Hot
Album: Tha Block Is Hot
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Terius Gray, Kedrick Cordell Moore, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
Drop, drop, drop, what, what, what
After you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like it's hot
After you back it up and stop
What, what, wha, drop it like it's hot

Now drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Make 'em drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot, he he, listen

You know me girl, I'm a cash money millionaire look at my Rolie girl
Drop to your knees toss your hair ah ah slow me girls
Now hit it strong, won't be long, now catch it slowly girl
No he didn't say that, yes I did girl

I don't use rubbers and I don't plan no kids girl
I don't want your number, I want your trouble, in ya skins girl
Then after that, you can get it how you live girl
That's on the real girl, I'm a pimp girl

Get it twisted, I'll slam you like Shawn Kemp girl
I know my neck get it hot like a lighter girl
I just slap you a couple of times, never fight it girl
That's 'cause I likes it girl

And let me tell you somethin' girl, I am a player girl
So don't you try to play me 'cause I never save a girl
Do me a favor girl and wet the spot girl
And after you back it up, drop it like it's hot girl

Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha drop it like it's hot
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like it's hot

Make 'em drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Make 'em drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot

First I need you to bend both knees
Wobble that ass right, then pop that pussy
The left one time, the right two times, woah
Show a nigga somethin', put it on a nigga mind, come on, come on

Now twirk it bitch, ain't no need to hold it in, what you workin' with
You want a hot boy, hear me, work it bitch
Then break a nigga off, let me hurt you bitch, let me hurt you bitch
I'm on fire yeah, I'm nasty and I'ma make you holler, yeah

Girl think I'm playin', I'ma freak ya down
I'm a show you how we do it over here uptown
I wanna hear you make them ooh, ooh B.G. Sounds
I wanna hear you say boy, aw you laid that down
Aw you laid that down, I'm hot yea, people say I'm off the block
But I won't stop till you drop it likes it's hot

Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha drop it like it's hot
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like it's hot

Make 'em drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Make 'em drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot

I'm a rider boy, the hottest boy, respect me
'Cause I'm on fire boy, on fire boy
Got them trees, holler boy, holler boy
Bout my cheese, them dollars boy, dollars boy

I'm a seventeen survivor boy, with choppers boy
I got guns that go block a boy, block a boy
Y'all runnin' with a monster boy, reason Wayne callin' y'all
And I'm a mobster boy, hit it right I get my ball on like soccer boy

I keep it right I ain't gon' thaw it off I'm a Tymer Boy
Go up in flames block burner thats my motto boy
It ain't a game, I cock that 'cause I'm inside a boy
I'm a pimp, got a wife that'll holler boy

Catch her at the house steppin' out the shower boy
Shh, he he he he he, got a lotta boys
Claim to be soldiers but lies boy
And if I catch 'em, I'ma bat 'em and make 'em retire boy

Put a hump in your back and bend your rump
Hey, sexy little mama we can do the hump
And you can hurt me hurt me, sex me sex me, what
And after he finished, next me next me

Work it jerk it pull it hold it grab it, woah
I need it eat it beat it, silly rabbit, ooh
Woo hah stuck ya in the ass, ooh
Got this thang up in ya like a snake in the grass

I know you wish you could go home, go home
To a nigga with a dick like a python
Stay up in ya like a off the hook telephone
Got ya walkin' round with nothin' but a fuckin thong, what
Take the switch out on these freaks because 'cause I'm so wrong

So wrong, so wrong, so wrong
Drop, what so wrong, listen, listen, listen

Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha drop it like it's hot
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like it's hot

Make 'em drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Make 'em drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot

Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha drop it like it's hot
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like it's hot

Make 'em drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Make 'em drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot

They go wobblety, wobblety, wa a wobblety, wobblety
Wa a wobblety, wobblety, drop drop it like it's hot
Make 'em wobblety, wobblety, wa a wobblety, wobblety
Wa a wobblety, wobblety, wa a drop, drop it like it's hot

Now after you back it up then stop
Wha, wha, wha, drop it like it's hot
They gotta wobblety, wobblety wa a, wobblety, wobblety
Wa a wobblety, wobblety, drop, drop it like it's hot

Tell 'em after you back it up then stop
Then wha, wha, wha, drop it like it's hot
Make 'em after you back it up then stop
Then wha, wha, wha, drop it like it's hot

Drop it like it's hot drop, drop it like it's hot
Drop 'em like it's hot, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot drop, drop it like it's hot

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Stick Up - Lyrics - Beware Of Dog - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Stick Up
Album: Beware Of Dog
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Rahman Griffin, Jermaine Dupri, James Iii Harris, Jerry Lewis, R.O.C

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Lyric:
Dance, don't nobody move till I say so
Hands, up in the air if you feel me
And if you like to party, make dough and ball it out
It's all right it's a stick up

It's tha bow to the wow, ballin' it out
Get dough, ride low, that's all we about
In da house, talking 'bout it's tha young BG
With the 1 2 3 run, quick, see

How I give it to you in many different ways
Gotta get paid, put it down for my age, now
Hey, who keep the shorties reaching for me
I keep the party on the up and up

I chill in the cut where them fools throw it up
And the crew give me love
Dogg Pound pup for all you ladies
If you rolling with me then you know how it be, just

Dance, don't nobody move till I say so
Hands, up in the air if you feel me
And if you like to party, make dough and ball it out
It's all right it's a stick up

Dance, don't nobody move till I say so
Hands, up in the air if you feel me
And if you like to party, make dough and ball it out
It's all right it's a stick up

Well, I came in the door spitting nothing but game
Came in making niggaz switch up their chain
Knowing they ain't see no parts of this hot boy
Keep something pop boy, stay on the spot boy

Only in the big toys with the chrome wheels
Making all kind of noise, dressed to kill
Me and my lil' dog with the girls ready to hit
So So Def baby we the ultimate, now is they ready yet?

Nah J I don't think so
Well, whatcha wanna do?
Let all these fools know
My goal is to hold
Get the green with the eagle
I'm all about control and I ain't even legal

Dance, don't nobody move till I say so
Hands, up in the air if you feel me
And if you like to party, make dough, and ball it out
It's all right it's a stick up

Dance, don't nobody move till I say so
Hands, up in the air if you feel me
And if you like to party, make dough, and ball it out
It's all right it's a stick up

Now what'cha wanna do
Bang or bark, I'm a DPP with tha gangsta bark
Give it up to them ladies who bounce that thing
Hit 'em up with the playas who got phat game

Hey yo, but what's your name
Bow to the wizzow

Yippe yo yippe yeah, I'm up in da house
I'm a car knocker, jeep rocker, six locker
Girls stop for us and everything's proper
Drop it like this and then like that

Like that, like this for the ladies and gents who
Bump in the coupe, ride or you lose
If you wild, we wild
Let me holla at you too

Dance, don't nobody move till I say so
Hands, up in the air if you feel me
And if you like to party, make dough and ball it out
It's all right it's a stick up

Dance, don't nobody move till I say so
Hands, up in the air if you feel me
And if you like to party, make dough and ball it out
It's all right it's a stick up

Dance, hands, and
Dance, hands, and
Dance, hands, and

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