Smile - Lyrics - Jibbs Feat Jibbs - Jibbs

Title: Smile
Album: Jibbs Feat Jibbs
Artist: Jibbs
Composer(s): Jovan Campbell, Lefabian Williams, Maurice Wilson, Darryl Howard

Lyric:
Girl smile, take a picture if you can
Girl smile, take a picture if you can
Girl smile, take a picture if you can
Girl smile, take a picture if you can

Oh, snap she done posed for me
That flash run off and she did it on the toe for me
Put on a whole show for me
Like boom boom snap, boom boom snap
To my boom boom clap, boom boom, oh

Lable told her to shake that laffy taffy
And she did exactly what they do in Georgia
So I brought her across the border
'Cause she said she never saw that arch before
So I showed her how to pose with that 6.0

Yeah, that?s that new dance that new dance
That?ll make your whole crew dance
Funny thing about it she don?t even have to move
And jump left jump right show that moment
When you boom boom snap in that Kodak moment

Girl smile, take a picture if you can
Girl smile, take a picture if you can
Girl smile, take a picture if you can
Girl smile, take a picture if you can

Girl smile, take a picture if you can
Girl smile, take a picture if you can
Girl smile, take a picture if you can
Girl smile, take a picture if you can

She kinda smile like a bowling ball
Go crazy when she see that flash lights
Camera, action I hear Mystical when she shake it fast
I've seen things I ain't never seen with her
I'm Richy rich professor king bing gave me her

I have violent thoughts in my mind, I'm loosing control
She?s from heaven I'm from bank head, ooh, God?s blessed me
First time I seen her she was dancing off of Nelly song
Smiled at me right then I was in the zone

Go up in my station I?ll show you big dipper
Stop 2 dollar stop Fabo show her bid dipper, oh
Girl smile take a picture if you can
Make tootsie roll, do it with no hands

Girl smile, take a picture if you can
Girl smile, take a picture if you can
Girl smile, take a picture if you can
Girl smile, take a picture if you can

Girl smile, take a picture if you can
Girl smile, take a picture if you can
Girl smile, take a picture if you can
Girl smile, take a picture if you can

Ay yo, I was chillin' with my boy Fabo
When I saw this chick a licka
I told her to come here and get up in this picture
As they snap for me mummy and the flash went flicker

She snapping, 60 with the snapping
She could make it look like the tap dance
A minute do's a na, na, na

Jump to the left, jump to the, jump to
Jump to the, jump to the right, jump to the, jump to

You make the picture turn around
'Cause your shoulders have been round, girl
Get up and understand you could do it with no hands
Pose like a model 'cause you so so cute
And make your body like you in a photo shoot, girl

Girl smile, take a picture if you can
Girl smile, take a picture if you can
Girl smile, take a picture if you can
Girl smile, take a picture if you can

Girl smile, take a picture if you can
Girl smile, take a picture if you can
Girl smile, take a picture if you can
Girl smile, take a picture if you can

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Picture Perfect - Lyrics - The Sound of Revenge - Chamillionaire

Title: Picture Perfect
Album: The Sound of Revenge
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): E Franklin, O'Kelly Isley, Bernard James Freeman, Khari Jasper Chris Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Hakeem T Seriki, Rudolph Isley, Bunb Marvin Isley

Lyric:
My life is real baby, you peeping me take a picture
You peeping me take a picture, you should take a photograph
You peeping me take a picture, you should take a photograph

Catch me today, with a Cannon or a Kodak
'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback
You see it's real, they be like look at that
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

Introducing the truest voice of the South, it's who else but me fool
Don't let all that foolishness they feed you, on T.V. mislead you
Don't let all the magazines, and them papers out there deceive you
The cups that be used to sip, but Caucasian kinda like my tee do

You see that hand be glistening, you see the Sedans we flipping
The hundreds of grands we getting, these units of scans we shipping
You see that Caddy tipping, them thangs on that Caddy twisting
That paint and that candy dripping, that drank and that can is missing

That ain't a Cola, though dry and you feeling sober
Boys trying to switch it over, apply it up in a soda
Home of the Houston hustlers, who grinding and hit the quota
Who fire and hit the doja, you high when you sniff the odor

Told ya you gotta have, a foreign or buy your slab
Afford it then buy it that's, important without it now
You ain't gotta take college class, to see that we bout our cash
You not if you gotta ask, let's take a pic by the slab hol' up

You see my slab, you see my candy slab
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph
You see my chick, you see my chick is bad
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

You see it's real, they be like look at that
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph
Photograph, photograph, photograph
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

When I'm tipping, they'll probably watch me, the cops'll be paparazzi
And try to patrol my posse, we shining and glowing glossy
The jealous will try to top me, we keep it too real to copy, what?
I'm listening to ain't a floppy, that disc gon be screwed and chop-pied

All the ballers will ride to this, deposit deposit slips
Buy the car and apply the fifth, raise the trunk an entire lift
Use to go to that Kappa, but Kappa ain't been as crunk
So I'm popping up at Daytona, on chrome and I'm popping trunk

Jamming that "Ridin' Dirty", while riding beside the laws
And they staring over at me, trying to scare me like I'ma pause
Tell 'em naw they know I'ma crawl, all day in the robber cause
I'm trying to go wash the ride, till them tires have whiter walls

You peeping him take a picture, that chrome and that paint official
You smoking then take a swisha, there's plenty just take 'em wit ya
You chilling you ain't a sipper, then I'ma be hanging wit ya
Take a hold of the grain and grip a, handful
And smile for the pictures nigga

You see my slab, you see my candy slab
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph
You see my chick, you see my chick is bad
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

You see it's real, they be like look at that
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph
Photograph, photograph, photograph
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

You see the bling up on my bracelet, and the shine on my chest
Syrup in my Styrofoam, it's sweet with doja no cess
You done put it down with the rest, time to roll with the best
'Cause when you ride with the original, you ain't gotta guess

I'm the connection that you need, when they say it's a drought
Cause it's not really a drought, them other niggaz just out
And I'm the plug you gotta have, when they say the river's dry
'Cause it's not really dry, they just ran out of supply

I'm too fly for the clouds, too down for the green grass
Better wear tinted lenses, if you look at my clean ass
Catch me today, with a Cannon or a Kodak
'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback

Candy still dripping, four's is still tipping
Wood grain grass, steering wheel I'm still gripping
Repping for P.A.T., the West and the East
And I'm repping for Pimp C, till he get back on the streets it never cease

You see my slab, you see my candy slab
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph
You see my chick, you see my chick is bad
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

You see it's real, they be like look at that
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph
Photograph, photograph, photograph
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph

My life is real baby, ain't just a song
Gripping that wood wheel baby, and riding chrome, I'm riding chrome
This is for the real playas, that get that do'
Tell me how it feel baby, to see I'm I'm riding candy and chrome

Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak
'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback
'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback

Know I'm saying? Gripping wood
Riding through the hood, and feeling good
Just like we say down in Texas, it's already
You staring at me so hard
You need to go on, do yourself a favor playa
And take a motherfucking picture

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Know What I’m Doin’ - Lyrics - Birdman

Title: Know What I’m Doin’
Artist: Birdman
Composer(s): William Roberts, Faheem Najm, Tristan Jones, Bryan Williams, Dwayne Carter

Lyric:
Yeah, I got the shoes with the matchin' fit check
Yeah, I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck
Yeah, take a picture, click click, take a picture, click click
Check me out, yeah, I know what I'm doin'

I got the shoes with the matchin' fit check
Yeah, I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck
Yeah, take a picture, click click, take a picture, click click
Check me out, yeah, I know what I'm doin', yeah

Started with a nick then I seen a hundred bricks
Started on a corner, now a nigga 106
Heroin ain't quiet nah, you can't quiet mine
I got the whole dirty south in line buyin' mine

You know I gotta shine, you just bezzle yours
I fifty-carat mine, I'm fuckin' several whores
When you hear the, you know I got the sack
'Cause when I hit the, he always got the packs

M I yayo I'm gettin' cake hoe
If you don't love cash money you can stay broke
Fifty on the chain, twenty for the piece
A grand for the bitch, the whip is not a lease

You know I'm stuntin' hard, phantom in the front yard
Put Ross on the front just to front hard
Cash money, money comin' on freight liners
Cash money got me buyin' these great diamonds

Yeah, I got the shoes with the matchin' fit check
Yeah, I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck
Yeah, take a picture, click click, take a picture, click click
Check me out, yeah, I know what I'm doin'

I got the shoes with the matchin' fit check
Yeah, I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck
Yeah, take a picture, click click, take a picture, click click
Check me out, yeah, I know what I'm doin', yeah

We got the swine with the suede on top
The money keep a-comin' nigga peep the drop tops
The white keep cookin' and the beige raw rock
And we flip the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots

Keep the tool in my hand 'cause we get it 'round the clock
Untangle few knots but we still flood the blocks
Them niggaz poppin' shit but they know we stay cocked
And if they ever play with me I'm gettin' another till dropped

250 on the grill spent the same on the watch
Them hoes see us winnin' so you know they gon' flock
I bought another island with them foreign head lights
I scored a hundred birds and they flew the same night

Them laws keep a-watchin' so we shinin' so bright
Got the tags on the windows and them brand new bikes
Big money heavyweight nigga that's my life
Neighborhood superstars got the candy on the whips and the bike nigga

Yeah, I got the shoes with the matchin' fit check
Yeah, I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck
Yeah, take a picture, click click, take a picture, click click
Check me out, yeah, I know what I'm doin'

I got the shoes with the matchin' fit check
Yeah, I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck
Yeah, take a picture, click click, take a picture, click click
Check me out, yeah, I know what I'm doin', yeah

Started with some hubbers 12 years old
Man I swear to God I was 12 years old
My mama didn't know and stunna ain't know 'bout it
'Til the day I got shot they found some money in my pocket

Yeah, I know a nigga named Big Rufus that'll break ya off
Them niggaz runnin' up the terminal we takin' off
They say that money turn a model bitch into a dog
And I got a couple Eva Pigfords in my backyard

Nigga I mack hard, bitch I'm a bad boy
Fuck a security guard, I turn 'em into track stars
You know my name baby, that's weezy fuckin' baby
And if that nigga hatin' on ya then fuck him baby

I tell 'em fuck 'em girl
18 inch windows in my crib you'll see the whole world
Bitch what you tryna do? I haven't spent a check yet off Tha Carter 2
I am that fuckin' dude now who the fuck are you?

Yeah, I got the shoes with the matchin' fit check
Yeah, I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck
Yeah, take a picture, click click, take a picture, click click
Check me out, yeah, I know what I'm doin'

I got the shoes with the matchin' fit check
Yeah, I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck
Yeah, take a picture, click click, take a picture, click click
Check me out, yeah, I know what I'm doin', yeah

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Take A Picture - Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Mya

Title: Take A Picture
Album: Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities
Artist: Mya
Composer(s): R Wiggins, T Christian, D Wiggins, Damon Elliott, Alecia Moore

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Lyric:
Sittin here thinkin' bout yesterday and all the friends I've had
Never ever thought that I would change but as I'm lookin' back
Feels like I'm growin up so damn fast
Before I know it my futures now my past like sand through an hour glass

I wanna take a picture so I remember this moment forever
I wanna take a picture so I remember this moment together

Sittin here thinkin' about my yesterdays, things weren't this crazy
I wasn't so emotional, I didn't cry at commercials
Sometimes I feel like a mess and people laugh at how I dress
And sometimes I act like an ass and watch sand through an hour glass

I wanna take a picture so I remember this moment forever
I wanna take a picture so I remember this moment together
I wanna take a picture so I remember this moment forever
(So I can show my children one day)
I wanna take a picture so I remember this moment together

I wanna take a picture so I remember this moment forever
I wanna take a picture so I remember this moment together

I'm reminiscing and I'm missing my past
I'm reminiscing and I'm missing my past
I'm reminiscing and I'm missing my past
Ever, forever, ever, forever
Ever, forever, ever, forever

I wanna take a picture so I remember this moment forever

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Take A Picture - Lyrics - One Man Band Man - Swizz Beatz

Title: Take A Picture
Album: One Man Band Man
Artist: Swizz Beatz
Composer(s): Edward G. Fletcher, Skip Scarborough, Sylvia Robinson, William Harrison Withers, Carol W. Chase, Melvin Glover, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
Say cheese

Right now I need y'all to get your cameras out
So y'all can get a good picture of what young money look like
Or young hustlers or a young entrepreneur look like
Or a young nigga on the grind look like
So I need y'all to get your cameras out, right now

Take ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Get ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Wake up in the mornin? and my chef cooked me breakfast
Then brush ma teeth, then I put on my necklace
Didn't think about what car to ride
Is it Phana or the, the Lamgocha?

I got got stuff for you haters, I make my paper you haters
When I see you in the street, I don't speak to you haters
So you never thought you'd see a young fly nigga ball
You see me on top, see me rollin?, see me fall

It's like a jungle sometimes, it make me wonder
How I keep from goin? under when I rock with ten summers
And I still get my numbers and I still stay humble
I got niggas like, ?Damn, dog, how he do that??

I'm on that music, big homie, I got my UNS, big homie
And he ain?t your nigga, so what can you do to me, big homie?
And I'm cool rite now, if I stop rite now
Oh, and I can raise 5 mill? a day rite now

Take ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Get ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Now, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

I told ya I'm thinkin? of my master plan
'Cause ain't nuthin' but money inside my hand
I ain't talkin' 'bout a measly 100 grand
Talkin' 'bout big money, get that paper, man

Picture me rollin' in ma ?64, flyin' in my G5
Landin? in the sand, put my feet up in the sand
Grindin' all the time, makin' money while I can
It's a Kodak moment, take a picture while you can

Yes, you can, can, a can, can take a picture with your friend, friends
Even though I missed my flinger goin? to France, man
I gotta stop and show love to all my fans, man
They never pictured they'd see me

Take ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Now what I need everybody to do right now
Is to get your cameras out
Either your camera phone or your Sony
Or whatever you gonna do

And I'ma pose so you can get a snap, snap
Get a, get a snap, snap, get a, get a snap, snap
Get a, get a snap, snap, get a, get a snap, snap
Get, get a snap, snap
I'ma pose so you can get, get a snap, snap

Take ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Get ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Get ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Get ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Cheese, say cheese
Say cheese, say cheese
Say cheese, say cheese

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Bad Day - Lyrics - Too Late No Friends - Gob

Title: Bad Day
Album: Too Late No Friends
Artist: Gob
Composer(s): Michael Stipe, William Berry, Peter Buck, Mike Mills

Lyric:
A public service announcement followed me home
The other day, I paid it never mind, go away
Shits so thick you can stir it with a stick-free Teflon whitewashed Presidency, we're sick of being jerked around, wear that on your sleeve

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord
Count your blessings
We're sick of being jerked around
We all fall down

Have you ever seen the televised St. Vitus subcommittee prize
Investigation dance? Those ants in pants glances
Well, look behind the eyes, it's a hallowed hollow anesthetized
Save my own ass, screw these guys, smoke and mirror lock down

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord
Count your blessings
The papers wouldn't lie
I sigh, not one more

It's been a bad day, please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day, please
It's been a bad day, please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day, please

We're dug in deep the price is steep
The auctioneer is such a creep
The lights went out, the oil ran dry
We blamed it on the other guy

Sure, all men are created equal
Here's the church, here's the steeple
Please stay tuned, we cut to sequel
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord
Count your blessings
Ignore the lower fear
Oh, this means war

It's been a bad day, please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day, please
It's been a bad day, please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day, please

I saw that I'd to keep returning

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord
Count your blessings
We're sick of being jerked around
We all fall down

It's been a bad day, please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day, please
It's been a bad day, please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day, please

It's been a bad day, please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day, please
It's been a bad day, please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day, please

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Picture Show - Lyrics - Me'Shell Ndegéocello

Title: Picture Show
Artist: Me'Shell Ndegéocello
Composer(s): Me'Shell Johnson

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Lyric:
I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show
I wanna hold your hand

A hopeless romantic, that's what I've been called
So don't talk 'bout love 'cause I'll fall
Moved by the way you walk, talk, the color of your eyes
Want to hug and kiss you when you walk by

The way you eat your cereal, it's so cute
Reading Shakespeare in your birthday suit
I'm just a hopeless romantic
Hopelessly in love with you

I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show
I wanna hold your hand

In my script there's a love scene, picture it
Candles with warm apple cider
[Incomprehensible] on the radio
Oh, caress your funky dreads in the candle's glow

Whisper in my ear
'Cause I'm in the mood for love
I'm just a hopeless romantic
Hopelessly in love with you

Kiss and hug you, baby
Kiss and hug you, baby
I wanna be with you
Wanna hold your hand, hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show
I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show
I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand, I wanna hold your hand
Sitting in the dark in the back of the picture show, yeah
And when you sit next, baby, I can hold your hand, baby
Yo, we can hang out, baby, at the picture show

Little talk in the back of the picture show
Hanging in the back in the dark of the picture show
We can look back, baby
And I'll kiss you here, kiss you there
And kiss you here, kiss you there

Even in the dark, baby, oh
You kiss all over my neck, baby
You are sitting in the dark in the back of the picture show
Sitting in the back in the dark of the picture show

Sitting in the back in the dark of the picture show
You can lean back, baby
Sitting in the dark in the back of the picture show

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Vanishing Light - Lyrics - In Flames

Title: Vanishing Light
Artist: In Flames
Composer(s): Anders Par Friden, Bjoern Ingvar Gelotte, Peter Iwers, Jesper Claes Stroemblad, Daniel Svensson

Lyric:
A vanishing light
The end of a compromise
In fury and rage
A dream will diminish

Behind enemy lines
Learn to survive
Find a way to clone
Make friends and a place to call home

Take a picture and jump before we crush
Take a picture and jump before we crush

Slide away
Learn your ways and fire when ready
This is the race to no-man's land
But who knows the direction

You're on the easy route
Money up front, there's no doubt

Take a picture and jump before we crush
Take a picture and jump before we crush

Slide away
Learn your ways and fire when ready
This is the race to no-man's land
But who knows the direction

It's so, so sad, but pay no mind

Take a picture and jump before we crush
Take a picture and jump before we crush

Slide away
Learn your ways and fire when ready
This is the race to no-man's land
But who knows the direction

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Potion - Lyrics - Red Light District - Ludacris

Title: Potion
Album: Red Light District
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Christopher Bridges

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Lyric:
What up, ay shawty what it is
What up, ay shawty what it is
What up, ay shawty what it is

Little buddy what you on, some violent shit
Two steppin' laid back, still wylin' shit
What up, hey baby I got the potion
Take a sip of this and put yo back in motion

Little buddy what you on, some violent shit
Two steppin' laid back, still wylin' shit
What up, hey baby I got the potion
Take a sip of this and put yo back in motion

Man I'm like a needle in a haystack, so face that
Go back to the drawin' board connect dot but cant trace that
Matter fact erase that 'cuz on this base track get your face slapped
And I'm straight so don't chase that

Try somethin' different n shit, so listen n shit
Speakin' about what hip-hop is missin' n shit
I'm about to fill a void
Ludacris born in Illinois, raised in Atlanta
Tote hammers since I was a little boy

Ain't nobody like me, say they wanna bite me
Fight me, step to me now but it ain't like me
People swear they sight me
Just 'cuz hes light skinned with braids in his hair
Don't mean that nigga look like me'

Trick get your mind right, livin' in the lime life
So picture what they'll do for my Jimmy and a Klondike
Bar, bar, hardyhar, tell your momma I'm a Ghetto Superstar

Little buddy what you on, some violent shit
Two steppin' laid back, still wylin' shit
What up, hey baby I got the potion
Take a sip of this and put yo back in motion

Little buddy what you on, some violent shit
Two steppin' laid back, still wylin' shit
What up, hey baby I got the potion
Take a sip of this and put your back in motion

Only stand 5 '8, but still a big shot
Plus I got a big cock
Clean every day, stay fresher then whats in a zip-lock
Tell your man to kick rocks, when I make my pit stops

I'm in, then its hard to get me out like I'm a slipnot
Wanna be a leader and not, no not a follower
Only hang with chicks that got more twist then Oliver
Not much of a hollara but I like to borrow her lips
Bringin' out the best in me, specially if shes a swollowa

Freaky deaky yellow man, and I'm sayin' hello man
To all the lovely ladies that like to jiggle like jello man
Bigger booty, small waist, put em' in a small place
And if ain't no ass where I'm at then I'm in the wrong place

Bail like a bondsman, but keep em dancin'
Got pop potential stay black like Bob Johnson
Who the hell is that in that fancy car
Tell your momma I'm a Ghetto Superstar

Little buddy what you on, some violent shit
Two steppin' laid back, still wylin' shit
What up, hey baby I got the potion
Take a sip of this and put yo back in motion

Little buddy what you on, some violent shit
Two steppin' laid back, still wylin' shit
What up, hey baby I got the potion
Take a sip of this and put yo back in motion

Jump down turn around pick a bale of cotton
Jump down turn around pick a bale a hay
Ohh Lordy pick a pail of cotton
Ohh Lordy pick a pail of hay

Jump down turn around pick a bale of cotton
Jump down turn around pick a bale a hay
Ohh Lordy pick a pail of cotton
Ohh Lordy pick a pail of hay

Still workin' like a slave learnin' tricks of the trade
In a ghetto state of mind say I'm rich and I'm paid
Pickin' records like cotton in the thick of the day
Till I'm spoiled and I'm rotten in a sinister way

Life no different then those all minimum wage
More money but still locked in a similar cage
Either losers of tomorrow, or we winners today
Now just that and there's really nothin' missin' to say but

Little buddy what you on, some violent shit
Two steppin' laid back, still wylin' shit
What up, hey baby I got the potion
Take a sip of this and put yo back in motion

Little buddy what you on, some violent shit
Two steppin' laid back, still wylin' shit
What up, hey baby I got the potion
Take a sip of this and put yo back in motion

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Take A Picture - Lyrics - Title Of Record - Filter

Title: Take A Picture
Album: Title Of Record
Artist: Filter
Composer(s): Richard Patrick

Lyric:
Awake on my airplane, awake on my airplane
My skin is bear, my skin is theirs
Awake on my airplane, awake on my airplane
My skin is bare, my skin is theirs

I feel like a newborn
And I feel like a newborn
Awake on my airplane, awake on my airplane
I feel so real

Could you take my picture
'Cuz I won't remember
Could you take my picture
'Cuz I won't remember, yeah

I don't believe in, I don't believe in
In your sanctity, your privacy
I don't believe in, I don't believe in
Sanctity, a hypocrisy

Could everyone agree that
No one should be left alone
Could everyone agree that
They should not be left alone, yeah

And I feel like a newborn
And I feel like a newborn
Kicking and screaming

Could you take my picture
'Cuz I won't remember
Could you take my picture
'Cuz I won't remember, yeah

Hey dad, what do you think about your son now
Ah hey dad, what do you think about your son now

Could you take my picture
'Cuz I won't remember
Could you take my picture
'Cuz I won't remember
Could you take my picture
'Cuz I won't remember, yeah

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Cupidechokehold - Lyrics - Gym Class Heroes

Title: Cupidechokehold
Artist: Gym Class Heroes
Composer(s): Richard Davies, Roger Hodgson

Lyric:
Ba ba da da, ba ba da da
Ba ba da da, ba ba da da, ba ba da da

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got
(Ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot
(Ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

It's been some time since we last spoke
This is gonna sound like a bad joke
But momma I fell in love again
It's safe to say I have a new girlfriend

And I know it sounds so old
But cupid got me in a chokehold
And I'm afraid I might give in
Towel's on the mat, my white flag is wavin'

I mean she even cooks me pancakes
And Alka Seltzer when my tummy aches
If that ain't love then I don't know what love is

We even got a secret handshake
And she loves the music that my band makes
I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun
I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun
(Ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got
(Ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot
(Ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got
(Ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot
(Ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

It's been a while since we talked last
And I'm tryin' hard not to talk fast
But dad I'm finally thinkin' I may have found the one
Type of girl that'll make you way proud of your son

And I know you heard the last song
About the girls that didn't last long
But I promise this is on a whole new plane
I can tell by the way she says my name
(Ba ba da da)

I love it when she calls my phone
She even got her very own ringtone
If that ain't love then I don't know what love is
(Ba ba da da)

It's gonna be a long drive home
But I know as soon as I arrive home
And I open the door, take off my coat
And throw my bag on the floor
She'll be back into my arms once more for sure, like

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got
(Ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot
(Ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got
(Ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot
(Ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

She's got a smile that?ll make the most senile
Annoying old man bite his tongue, I'm not done
She's got eyes comparable to sunrise
And it doesn't stop there, man I swear

She's got porcelain skin, of course she's a ten
And now she's even got her own song but movin' on
She's got the cutest laugh I ever heard
And we can be on the phone for three hours, not sayin' one word

And I would still cherish every moment
And when I start to build my future she's the main component
Call it dumb, call it luck, call it love or whatever you call it
But everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got
(Ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot
(Ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got
(Ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot
(Ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

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Cupid'S Chokehold - Lyrics - The Papercut Chronicles - Gym Class Heroes

Title: Cupid'S Chokehold
Album: The Papercut Chronicles
Artist: Gym Class Heroes
Composer(s): Richard Davies, Roger Hodgson

Lyric:
Ba ba da da, ba ba da da
Ba ba da da, ba ba da da, ba ba da da

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got
(Ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot
(Ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

It's been some time since we last spoke
This is gonna sound like a bad joke
But momma I fell in love again
It's safe to say I have a new girlfriend

And I know it sounds so old
But cupid got me in a chokehold
And I'm afraid I might give in
Towel's on the mat, my white flag is wavin'

I mean she even cooks me pancakes
And Alka Seltzer when my tummy aches
If that ain't love then I don't know what love is

We even got a secret handshake
And she loves the music that my band makes
I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun
I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun
(Ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got
(Ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot
(Ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got
(Ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot
(Ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

It's been a while since we talked last
And I'm tryin' hard not to talk fast
But dad I'm finally thinkin' I may have found the one
Type of girl that'll make you way proud of your son

And I know you heard the last song
About the girls that didn't last long
But I promise this is on a whole new plane
I can tell by the way she says my name
(Ba ba da da)

I love it when she calls my phone
She even got her very own ringtone
If that ain't love then I don't know what love is
(Ba ba da da)

It's gonna be a long drive home
But I know as soon as I arrive home
And I open the door, take off my coat
And throw my bag on the floor
She'll be back into my arms once more for sure, like

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got
(Ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot
(Ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got
(Ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot
(Ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

She's got a smile that?ll make the most senile
Annoying old man bite his tongue, I'm not done
She's got eyes comparable to sunrise
And it doesn't stop there, man I swear

She's got porcelain skin, of course she's a ten
And now she's even got her own song but movin' on
She's got the cutest laugh I ever heard
And we can be on the phone for three hours, not sayin' one word

And I would still cherish every moment
And when I start to build my future she's the main component
Call it dumb, call it luck, call it love or whatever you call it
But everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got
(Ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot
(Ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got
(Ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot
(Ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

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Around The World - Lyrics - Doctor's Advocate - Game

Title: Around The World
Album: Doctor's Advocate
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Mike Chavarria, Denaun M Porter, Walter Howard, Jayceon Terrell Taylor

Lyric:
I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me, girl
But I'm just tryin' to get my money right
Soon as I'm done, we can take a flight
So I can take you all around the world

Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed out wheels
First class ticket, G 4, you that deal for real
I can take you all around the world

She like black Bentley Coupes, Black Daytons
Black interior, black ridin' shotgun
Black *** black Air Ones
Bangin' the 'Black Album', track number 1

She like that Jay *** that's her favorite
If it's gonna get me the *** I'ma play that ***
If she bite too hard, I'ma say that ***
But don't bite me, *** I don't play that ***

Marques Houston, I don't play that ***
By the time we got half way through watchin' 'Ray', I hit
I laid it down, beat it up, let her go clean it up
Take a five minute nap, wake up and *** it, but

Then there's part two in the sauna
Feel like I'm *** Mary J 'cuz she don't want no drama
I'd rather take your *** to the Bahamas
Than give you 30,000 a month like Diddy baby mama

I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me, girl
But I'm just tryin' to get my money right
Soon as I'm done, we can take a flight
So I can take you all around the world

Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed out wheels
First class ticket, G 4, you that deal for real
I can take you all around the world

Picture me thuggin', picture me lovin' you
Like Bobby love Whitney, now picture me ***
Pullin' your ponytail, smackin' you on the ***
Tellin' you how I can take you all around the world

That *** can't do it like this
Even Beyonce couldn't move it like this
She only *** with 'Soldiers', that's her ***
I hate to admit it but I love my *** so much

I'm sittin' outside in the Benz
Thinkin' back to Dre's house when I *** her best friend
The *** wasn't nothin', now I'm dealin'
With the diary of a mad black woman with Louis Vuitton luggage

She told me she was tired of The Game and rap
Quit like Ma$e, then she came right back
I told you the *** sex was whack
And you're all I need, even Jamie know that

I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me, girl
But I'm just tryin' to get my money right
Soon as I'm done, we can take a flight
So I can take you all around the world

Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed out wheels
First class ticket, G 4, you that deal for real
I can take you all around the world

You know what they say, more money, more problems, more drama
Means more *** and less baby mama
You know I love you like I love my shoes
But even white Air Force Ones come in twos

Yeah, I like her and I like you too
What's wrong? She my *** and you my boo
She got a Range Rover Sport, you got a Bentley Coupe
She take my clothes to the cleaners, you take Harlem to school

I gave her your birthday bag, so I made a mistake
And Oprah don't *** with it no more anyway
I'm sorry for the bullshit I put you through
But I ain't goin' nowhere, I got a kid with you

Why we always got to argue about Superhead's book?
She *** with a *** on, after that, I shook
And when she start talkin' about buyin' a ring
I just turn the volume up and let Jamie Foxx sing

I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me, girl
But I'm just tryin' to get my money right
Soon as I'm done, we can take a flight
So I can take you all around the world

Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed out wheels
First class ticket, G 4, you that deal for real
I can take you all around the world

Around the world with me, baby
Around the world with me
Around the world with me

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The Next Big Thing - Lyrics - Fm Static

Title: The Next Big Thing
Artist: Fm Static
Composer(s): Steve Augustine, Trevor Mcnevan

Lyric:
You're the next big thing
The next big thing
They're gonna wanna shake your hand
And take a picture with your band

Everyone will shut their mouths
'Cause they wanna hear you out
And they're gonna know your name
'Cause you're the next

There's no way of knowing just where you were going
They'll take you for every last second and moment
"So pleased to meet you", is how they will greet you
While they're looking over your shoulder

I've seen all the faces, been millions of places
It's taken a lot not to lose all my patience
For every good thing comes, a whole lot of heartache
I've tried hard to learn from all of my mistakes

Hold me back in case I lose control
And you can say goodbye to the days of old

Because you're the next big thing
The next big thing
They're gonna wanna shake your hand
And take a picture with your band

Everyone will shut their mouths
'Cause they wanna hear you out
And they're gonna know your name
'Cause you're the next big thing

Everybody put your hands up, uh, huh
Now here you are
With a few more friends and a nicer car
But do you really know what the meaning of life is?

You've got the gift to make a wish
Will you ever give in to it to make a difference?
Now the kids that come to your shows
See your face everywhere you go

There's no way of knowing just where you were going
They'll take you for every last second and moment
"So pleased to meet you", is how they will greet you
While they're looking over your shoulder

I've seen all the faces, been millions of places
It's taken a lot not to lose all my patience
For every good thing comes, a whole lot of heartache
I've tried hard to learn from all of my mistakes

Hold me back in case I lose control
And you can say goodbye to the days of old

Because you're the next big thing
The next big thing
They're gonna wanna shake your hand
And take a picture with your band

Everyone will shut their mouths
'Cause they wanna hear you out
And they're gonna know your name
'Cause you're the next big thing

Because you're the next big thing
The next big thing
They're gonna wanna shake your hand
And take a picture with your band

Everyone will shut their mouths
'Cause they wanna hear you out
And they're gonna know your name
'Cause you're the next big thing

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That'S A Picture - Lyrics - Neal Mccoy

Title: That'S A Picture
Artist: Neal Mccoy
Composer(s): Ashley Glenn Gorley, Wade Allen Kirby, Hugh Bryan Simpson

Lyric:
My little boy kneelin' by his bed
Hands folded, sayin' his prayers
Talkin' to God, man to man
He don't know that I'm there

That's a picture I'd like to frame
That's a picture only God can paint
That's the kind of beauty no camera can capture
That's a picture

My daughter sittin' in her high chair
Ravioli all over her face
I stand and stare at her innocence
I don't see the mess that she made

That's a picture I'd like to frame
That's a picture only God can paint
That's the kind of beauty no camera can capture
Yeah, that's a picture

I've seen snapshots of sunsets that take everyone's breath
An postcards of Paris in the spring
No paper or canvass compares what happens
To my heart in moments like these

My perfect angel, her hair all up
Blastin' at her radio
She'd a-died if she knew I saw her
Dancin' while she folded the clothes

That's a picture I'd like to frame
That's a picture only God can paint
That's the kind of beauty no camera can capture
Yeah, that's a picture. oh, what a picture, that's a picture

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Picture Of You - Lyrics - Boyzone

Title: Picture Of You
Artist: Boyzone
Composer(s): Andrew Watkins, Ronan Keating, Paul Wilson, Eliot Kennedy

Lyric:
Didn't they say that I would make a mistake
Didn't they say you were gonna be trouble
People told me you were too much to take
I could see it, I didn't wanna know

I let you in and you let me down
You messed me up and you turned my life around
Left me feeling I had no where to go
I was alone, how was I too know that

You will be there
When I needed somebody
You will be there
The only one could help me

I had a picture of you in my mind
Never knew it could be so wrong
Why'd it take me so long just to find?
The friend that was there all along

Who'd believe that after all we've been through
I'd be able to put my trust in you
Goes to show you can't forgive and forget
Looking back, I have no regrets 'cause

You will be there
When I needed somebody
You will be there
The only one to help me

I had a picture of you in my mind
Never knew it could be so wrong
Why'd it take me so long just to find?
The friend that was there all along

You will be there
When I needed somebody
You will be there
The only one to help me

I had a picture of you in my mind
Never knew it could be so wrong
Why'd it take me so long just to find?
The friend that was there all along

Had a picture of you in my mind
Never knew it could be so wrong
Why'd it take me so long just to find?
The friend that was there all along

Had a picture of you in my mind
Never knew it could be so wrong
Why'd it take me so long just to find?
The friend that was there all along

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Must I Paint You A Picture - Lyrics - Billy Bragg

Title: Must I Paint You A Picture
Artist: Billy Bragg
Composer(s): Billy Bragg

Lyric:
It's bad timing and me
We find a lot of things out this way
And there's you
A little black cloud in a dress

The temptation to take the precious things
We have apart to see how they work
Must be resisted for they never fit together again
If this is rain, let it fall on me and drown me
If these are tears let them fall

Must I paint you a picture
About the way that I'd feel?
You know my love for you is strong, girl
You know my love for you is real

It took a short walk and a talk
To change the rules of engagement
While you searched frantically
For reverse

And then claiming that virtue never tested
Is no virtue at all
And so I lost my ignorance
And now the bells across the river chime out your name
I look across to them again

Must I paint you a picture
About the way that I'd feel?
You know my love for you is strong, girl
You know my love for you is real

All your friends said come down, it will never fly
And on that imperfect day we threw it all away
Crisis after crisis, with such intensity
This would never happen if we lived by the sea

Most important decisions in life
Are made between two people in bed
I found that out at my expense

And when I see you
You just turn around and walk away like we never met
Oh, we used to be so brave
I dreamt the world stopped turning as we climbed the hill
I dreamt impossible dreams that we were lovers still

Must I paint you a picture
About the way that I'd feel?
You know my love for you is strong, girl
You know my love for you is real

Must I paint you a picture
About the way that I'd feel?
You know my love for you is strong, girl
You know my love for you is real

Must I paint you a picture
About the way that I'd feel?
You know my love for you is strong, girl
You know my love for you is real

Oh, must I paint you a picture
About the way that I'd feel?
You know my love for you is strong, girl
You know my love for you is real

Must I paint you a picture
About the way that I'd feel?
Love is strong, love is real
Must I paint you a picture?

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Westside Story - Lyrics - Game

Title: Westside Story
Artist: Game
Composer(s): M Elizondo, Curtis Jackson, Scott Storch, Andre Young, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Ese's, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White boys, Jamaicans
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians
All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin'
Since the West coast fell off, the streets been watchin'
The West coast never fell off, I was sleepin' in Compton
Aftermath been here, the beats been knockin'
Nate Dogg doin' his thing, DPG still poppin'

I got 'California Love' fuckin' bitches to that 'Pac shit
And Westside Connection, been had it locked bitch
I'm in the rearview, my guns is cockin'
I put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman
All stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases
Fought that, not guilty, I'm back
Niggaz hate me been here, done that, sold crack, got jacked
Got shot, came back, jumped on Dre's back

Payback, homey I'm bringin' C.A. back
And I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybachs
All you old record labels tryin' to advance
Aftermath bitch, take it like a muh'fuckin' man

If you take a look in my eyes
To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside

If you take a look in my eyes
To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside

I'm lowridin' homey, six trey Impala
Gold D's spinnin', chrome hydraulics
Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin'
Hollow tips make niggaz disappear like Houdini
Gang bangin' is real, homey I'm living proof
Like Snoop Dogg, C-walkin' on top of the devil's roof
Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that
'Cause red strings in his converse, and this a Dre track

Keep jibbin' and jabbin' I pull the thirty eight magnum
And get to clickin' and clackin' your homies wanna know what happened
Come to Compton see 'Thriller' like Mike Jackson
I might be, Spike Lee, of this gun clappin'
Prior to rappin', I was drug traffickin'
In the dope spot playin' John Madden
Homey I ain't braggin', I took five
You wanna die, run up on that black 745

If you take a look in my eyes
To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside

If you take a look in my eyes
To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside

New York, New York, big city of dreams
I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, I'm doin' my thing
Got me fuckin' with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring
I got niggaz in Westside Compton and Southside Queens
And Buck told me in Cashville, I'm good when I come through
So I ain't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh
I'm gangsta, more like D-Bo when he was Zeus
Play Bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice?

You niggaz is nutso, I take off your roof
Leave yo' ass stretched out like a Cadillac Coupe
God gotta let me in Heaven, all the shit I've been through
I was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty-two
Homey I let the 38 special ripped through that vest
And I don't contemplate whether or not he left his shit on the dresser
I got Compton on my back, I'm startin' to feel the pressure
I'm lyrically Kool G. rap on these Dre records

If you take a look in my eyes
To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside

If you take a look in my eyes
To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside

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