Talkin' About - Lyrics - Touch - Amerie

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

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

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

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

Yeah, hoo oh
Yeah, hoo oh
Yeah

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

Yeah, hoo oh
Yeah, hoo oh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

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

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

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

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

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Dats What I'M Talkin About - Lyrics - This Is Not A Test - Missy Elliott

Title: Dats What I'M Talkin About
Album: This Is Not A Test
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Robert Kelly, Nisan Stewart, Nisan C Stewart, Craig Brockman, Craig Brockman, Robert S Kelly, M Elliott, Melissa A Elliott

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Lyric:
Uhh
Ahh!

Have you ever been in the mind of a virgin?
It gets hot and curious, ohh
Well let me take you there are you ready, boy?
Come on baby, strap up, 'cause it might get serious

Oh, now there will be some heat and some friction
Don't get alarmed 'cause I'll put ice just to chill the night
I'm just being polite
And I want to see if you're into it
Intimate kisses and huggings so sentiment, ooh
With you I might wanna spend my life

You make the freak come up out me
Dats what I'm talkin' about
Go 'head like it's my birthday
Dat-dats what I'm talking about
You make me say, "Aao!" 'Til I can't speak
Dats what I'm talkin' about
Baby dat-dat-dats what I'm talking about
Dat-dats what I'm talking about

You don't know just what you do, yeah
Dats what I'm talkin' about
When I'm rocking, slow dance with you
Dat-dats what I'm talking about
'Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yeah
Dats what I'm talkin' about
Baby dat-dat-dats what I'm talkin' about
Dat-dats what I'm talking about, alright!

Now all I wanna do is, baby
Is make your dove cry and make your body scream like, ahh
Bet your bottom dollar can make you believe that you can fly, yeah
Well, one hit of this sex weed, guaranteed to get you high

Like a mutha for ya, no, baby, you won't even know what day it is
'Cause after I come from downtown
Girl I'ma wanna go another round, yeah
Until you tell me carrisley stop, put it like this
It's like fresh up out the kitchen the way I got your oven so hot, mama

I'ma hit from the back, and the front, and the side
Then bounce it up and down like this
And baby, everybody's gonna say, "You're a pimp"
'Cause I'ma have ya walking with a limp

You make the freak come up out me
Dats what I'm talkin' about
Go 'head like it's my birthday
Dat-dats what I'm talking about
You make me say, "Aao!" 'Til I can't speak
Dats what I'm talkin' about
Baby dat-dat-dats what I'm talking about
Dat-dats what I'm talking about

You don't know just what you do, yeah
Dats what I'm talkin' about
When I'm rocking, slow dance with you
Dat-dats what I'm talking about
'Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yeah
Dats what I'm talkin' about
Baby dat-dat-dats what I'm talkin' about
Dat-dats what I'm talking about

Sex me, like me
Kiss me, hold me
Touch me, feel me
Do me baby, yeah

Sex me, like me
Kiss me, hold me
Touch me, feel me
Do me baby, yeah
This is the greatest bridge I ever heard
Alright

Yea, Fo shizzle my nizzle
You sho nuff the dizzle
And that's on the rizzle, ooo
Boy, you feel me sizzle
So sweet helped me do almost anything

Oh you make the freak come up out me
Dats what I'm talkin' about
Go 'head like it's my birthday
Dat-dats what I'm talking about
You make me say, "Aao!" 'Til I can't speak
Dats what I'm talkin' about
Baby dat-dat-dats what I'm talking about
Dat-dats what I'm talking about

You don't know just what you do, yeah
Dats what I'm talkin' about
When I'm rocking, slow dance with you
Dat-dats what I'm talking about
'Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yeah
Dats what I'm talkin' about
Baby dat-dat-dats what I'm talkin' about
Dat-dats what I'm talking about

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Bakardi Slang - Lyrics - Kardinal Offishall

Title: Bakardi Slang
Artist: Kardinal Offishall
Composer(s): Rodney Price, Jason Harrow, Sheldon Pitt

Lyric:
Silver, turn it up, yeah
We gonna put you on to something brand new, yo
Know what I mean?

Yo, we don't say, ?You know what I'm sayin'?
T Dot says, ?Yuh dun know?
We don't say, ?Hey, that's the breaks?, we say, ?Yo, a so it go?
We don't say, ?You get one chance?
We say, ?You better rip the show?
Before bottles start flyin' an' you runnin' for the door

You talkin' about cuttin' an' hittin' skins'
We talkin' 'bout 'Beat dat face'
T Dot, niggaz, will eat your food before y'all cats say Grace
Y'all cats is steady sayin', ?Word?, my niggas is steady yellin', ?Zeen?
Half the time we talkin' about 'More times
You don't even know what 'More times' means

'More times we rocker fresher', 'More times we come correct'
More times y'all think it's the hot shit
Y'all haven't heard nuttin' yet
Differently, still yuh know, the circle gettin' ill, yuh know
Step on the wrong Bally boot an' you might get kill, ya know

So every time you walk through a dance tell a yute, ?Excuse me?
Tellin' your jubie, ?I like her style?
She's talkin' about, ?Abuse me, use me
Show me how the T Dot rolls?
My style is off the thermostat plus I'm comin' from the cold, yo

What the chill?
My nigga's in the street throwin' dot slang
Each an' every single time we meet
What the chill?
My ladies lookin' hot, screw face, kissin' teeth
Representin' the T Dot

Kardinal rock the party, yo, T Dot drinkin' Bacardi
Kardi drinkin' Bacardi, yo, T Dot rockin' the party
Y'all nigga's jumpin' an' whylin' an' ladies showin' a smile
An' everybody knows it's the T Dot

So when we singin' about the girls we singin' about 'Di gal dem'
Y'all talkin' about, ?Say that one more time?
We talkin' about, ?Yo, come again?
Y'all talkin' about, ?That nigga's a punk?
We talkin' about, ?Dat yute's a fosse?
For the kids that think I'm comin' wit it, brother, just watch me

A shoe is called a 'Crep', a big party is a 'Fete'
Y'all talkin' about, ?Watch where you goin'?
We talkin' about, ?Mind where you step?
We backin' a 2 4 of Guinness, we ain't messin' with Moet
An' if you runnin' out of liquor, the bar might get wet

You're talkin' about, ?Yo, that girl's hype?
We like, ?She's the bundown?
Y'all say, ?A DJ battle?, we say, ?Clash with two sounds?
We rock the hottest things, no matter how much it cost
You talkin' about, ?Yeah, son?
We talkin' about, ?Yo, lock it off?

Wheel that an' take it from de top
An' just flash up unno lighta an' watch the dance rock
Kardinal is gonna show you how the T Dot rolls
My style is off the thermostat, plus I'm comin' from the cold, yo

What the chill?
My nigga's in the street throwin' dot slang
Each an' every single time we meet
What the chill?
My ladies lookin' hot, screw face, kissin' teeth
Representin' the T Dot

Kardinal rock the party, yo, T Dot drinkin' Bacardi
Kardi drinkin' Bacardi, yo, T Dot rockin' the party
Y'all nigga's jumpin' an' whylin' an' ladies showin' a smile
An' everybody knows it's the T Dot

Yo, instead of your boys, we talkin' about 'Di man dem'
When talkin' about 'Your bredrin', yo we talkin' about 'Your friend'
When you say, ?The club is over?, yo, we say, ?Di jam dun?
When you're thinkin' about the west, we thinkin' about Red 1

Big ups an' salutations to the Figure IV crew
When you're sayin', ?She's a chicken?, she a 'Skettlebam' too
When you talkin' about a 'Thug nigga'
We talkin' about a 'Shotta'
When you think you got it locked, T Dot comin' much hotta

You think we all Jamacian, when 'nuff man are Trini's
Bajans, Grenadians an' a whole heap of Haitians
Guyanese an' all of the West Indies combined
To make the T Dot O Dot, one of a kind

Irs said, 'We burn kahn', that mean, ?They puff lah?
When we say, ?Hell no?, that means, ?You dat nuh make it?
Look me in the eye an' tell me y'all ain't sold
My style is off the thermostat, plus I'm comin' from the cold, yo

What the chill?
My nigga's in the street throwin' dot slang
Each an' every single time we meet
What the chill?
My ladies lookin' hot, screw face, kissin' teeth
Representin' the T Dot

Kardinal rock the party, yo, T Dot drinkin' Bacardi
Kardi drinkin' Bacardi, yo, T Dot rockin' the party
Y'all nigga's jumpin' an' whylin' an' ladies showin' a smile
An' everybody knows it's the T Dot

What the chill?
My nigga's in the street throwin' dot slang
Each an' every single time we meet
What the chill?
My ladies lookin' hot, screw face, kissin' teeth
Representin' the T Dot

Kardinal rock the party, yo, T Dot drinkin' Bacardi
Kardi drinkin' Bacardi, yo, T Dot rockin' the party
Y'all nigga's jumpin' an' whylin' an' ladies showin' a smile
An' everybody knows it's the T Dot, Dot

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Talkin About It - Lyrics - The Leak - Lil' Wayne

Title: Talkin About It
Album: The Leak
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Carter, Marco Rodriguez, Bigram Zayas

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, okay, came in the game as a youngin'
Sound cash money, pocket full of money
Niggas poppin' shit always talkin' 'bout somethin'
See ya' ass in public it's a whole 'nother subject

Man they just, talkin' about it, they just talkin' about it
And I'm on the streets with it I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from, you gotta be about it
And if you want it, want it we come and see about it

Okay, uhh, it's weezy baby like the last shit, a big car and a bad bitch
Uhh, I'm so fly I need my ass kicked, these niggas ballin' by accident
Uhh, keep talking make em' fuck up ya bodies
And ya homies tell your mom it was an accident

Uhh, I'ma G till a casket, drop my grasses
Huh, fast money I'm the fastest, I got that hustler's passion
Ya know, dem boys back at the ass end
And I'm at the bank tryin' to cash in

Okay, came in the game as a youngin'
Sound cash money, pocket full of money
Niggas poppin' shit always talkin' bout somethin'
See ya' ass in public it's a whole 'nother subject

Man they just, talkin' about it, they just talkin' about it
And I'm on the streets with it I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from, you gotta be about it
And if you want it, want it we come and see about it

Okay, there's been a murder, bitch I make a killin'
Insurance papers in a safe, money in the ceilin'
Huh, I got a pillowcase full of pistols
Come through a nigga house and aim at the pillows
Huh, yeah wake up wake up, fuckin' with them boys
You could wake up taped up, ya dig?

Now go on and drink that lake up
Stick 'em in the trunk and let 'em feel that bass pump
These niggas is nuts, man that M14 leave you physically fucked
These niggas is ducks, where you can call me Scrooge
'Cause I'm swimmin' in bucks, bitch

Came in the game as a youngin'
Sound cash money, pocket full of money
Niggas poppin' shit always talkin' 'bout somethin'
See ya' ass in public it's a whole 'nother subject

Man they just, talkin' about it, they just talkin' about it
And I'm on the streets with it I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from, you gotta be about it
And if you want it, want it we come and see about it

Yeah, yeah, too hot, too cold, I'm, I'm red hot blue cold
Yeah, and I could melon out your fruit bowl
All my guns black, I got true soul
Yeah, and I call my coup a black pantha
Graaaa graaa graaa, and that's the gat anthem
And if a niggas play with family for that matter
I'm a smoke so many niggas I'm a catch cancer

Yeah, and if I step up out this Benz-o
You know I'm comin' with a gun like a Nintendo
They soft, them niggas fallin'
When the wind blow, when I'm rollin' up my window, fuck 'em

Came in the game as a youngin'
Sound cash money, pocket full of money
Niggas poppin' shit always talkin' 'bout somethin'
See ya' ass in public it's a whole 'nother subject

Man they just, talkin' about it, they just talkin' about it
And I'm on the streets with it I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from, you gotta be about it
And if you want it, want it we come and see about it, okay

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We Are The Hustlaz - Lyrics - Untold Story Volume II - Game

Title: We Are The Hustlaz
Album: Untold Story Volume II
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Marcelle Tom, Jayceon Terrell Taylor

Lyric:
Yeah
Yeah, man we them niggaz everybody talkin 'bout
Hey yo, yo

Whether it's, chips or whips or bricks of 'caine
I still shine at the end when y'all forced to rain
Changed the game, three shots parade ya Range
Hit the passenger, driver, old man on a cane

I'm a shell in the chamber, waitin' to pop
Like Stoudamire on the court I'm used to movin' the rock
Cruise in the drop, 740, snub in the box
My attitude shifty, never callin' the cops

A Green Bay jersey, out on Bennett puffin' Hershey
D's on the route tryin' to catch a nigga dirty
Respect the flow, better yet respect the dough
He get respect like rich and po'

Fuck a 9 to 5, I'd rather wake up and spit bars
And your wife, known to make my dick hard
Cartier lenses, 22's on my Benz's
When shit break out, y'all hit the fences

We stay bent, laid back behind tint, puffin' sticks, spliff up
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about
Big belt, flossy shades, paint on glaze, nigga
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about

Unidentifiable straps makin' heat clap sicker
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about
We about reliable scratch and gettin' this math quicker
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about

Shit I might as well be duels, 'cause they call me the Flow master
I keep ridin' tracks like a natural disaster
You know I'm 'bout macra, I'll clap ya, a pirate like [Incomprehensible]
Far from a Hollywood actor

A factor, focused on paper and cars
I move like crowds, stay minglin' with the stars
I'm in the 6500 Benz truck with some broads
Dimes in every state I strike through be on me so hard

You know them Bentley bound, [Incomprehensible], wild Hummer chicks
That wanna take the car, cover up your tight summer shit
The game's heavy, man that's way off the charts
Heavier than killer whales at animal theme parks

You niggaz is SweeTarts, my family is street sharks
We keep the ER busy tryin' to revive the treat marks
Shit, we merk niggaz like Eddie, get ready
We got heat that set car alarms off like M-80's

We stay bent, laid back behind tint, puffin' sticks, spliff up
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about
Big belt, flossy shades, paint on glaze, nigga
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about

Unidentifiable straps makin' heat clap sicker
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about
We about reliable scratch and gettin' this math quicker
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about

The Game on some regular rhymin', fuck all this new shit
When they gon' let real niggaz get on that cruise ship
Black Sox and Dallas Squad got, chains and cars
Get, brains from stars after those awards

Miyagi's or doubles, don't think I won't buy out the bar
That's little shit, Mercedes dealership, buy out the cars
Sticker in the window, let 'em know that it's ours
Sittin' on shit you ain't never seen like we got it from Mars

Game like Laker Will, snatch a bitch off your arm
She see Game covered in ice like I lived through a snowstorm
Plus I blow digits like my first name was [Incomprehensible]
Pay off security at clubs, get our guns admitted

Outside the club in the parkin' lot, four dot six
Not know it's stocked? Nigga it's the one we keep the bricks in
Hard black on black leather's what we keep the chicks in
And bitches stay sniffin' like smellin' dubs is a sixth sense

We stay bent, laid back behind tint, puffin' sticks, spliff up
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about
Big belt, flossy shades, paint on glaze, nigga
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about

Unidentifiable straps makin' heat clap sicker
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about
We about reliable scratch and gettin' this math quicker
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about

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Girls Talk - Lyrics - Tlc

Title: Girls Talk
Artist: Tlc
Composer(s): Tionne Watkins, Lisa Lopes, Kandi Burruss, Edmund Clement, Anita Mccloud

Lyric:
You see I had this brother who was mad at me
'Coz I told my home girl that he wasn't packin'
Told the truth so I really don't give a damn
That I spilled the beans on his little short stem man

Some of y'all be foolin' us
Big feet big hands just plain big, the sex ain't worth a damn
We women wanna know these things
If y'all got the bat but not the swang

Put in work if you don't want the girl to talk
And you don't want your feelings hurt
Put in work 'coz if you don't
That girl's just gon' go spreadin' the word

Girls talkin' got ya all caught out there
Why you thinkin' that it's all about ya?
Forget she told me everything about ya
But the girls are talkin', the girls are talkin'
Girls talk about the booty too
About the way a brother is hangin' too
When you didn't think that nobody knew
You see the girls are talkin', the girls are talkin'

Listen y'all need to know this
That we'll straight up go tell your business
So if you're gonna come you better come with it
If you ain't swingin' just put your tongue in it

Some of y'all be killin' me
Thinkin' you got powers like Austin but you're more like Mini-Me
And when you finally get your blood flowin'
It be lookin' like a pinky with a glove on it

Put in work if you don't want the girl to talk
And you don't want your feelings hurt
Put in work 'coz if you don't
That girl's just gon' go spreadin' the word

Girls talkin' got ya all caught out there
Why you thinkin' that it's all about ya?
Forget she told me everything about ya
But the girls are talkin', the girls are talkin'
Girls talk about the booty too
About the way a brother is hangin' too
When you didn't think that nobody knew
You see the girls are talkin', the girls are talkin'

What up papi, you think you got game?
I know you're feelin' like my sexual tame can make ya happy
You'll remember me Left eye, TLC
You got to lick it before you stick it and that's just me
I be killin' 'em with the Gucci fits and kicks
And you be hurtin' my ears with them lines so swift
You get a new approach, you're game's a joke
Co-signin' from the sidelines tryin' to poke

I'm bigger than that, you're small talk face the fact
You wanna rock the boat a little, well earn your pass
And it's the last call for alcohol, meet at the bar
Me and my girls doin' it big we pop stars

Girls talkin' got ya all caught out there
Why you thinkin' that it's all about ya?
Forget she told me everything about ya
But the girls are talkin', the girls are talkin'
Girls talk about the booty too
About the way a brother is hangin' too
When you didn't think that nobody knew
You see the girls are talkin', the girls are talkin'

Girls talkin' got ya all caught out there
Why you thinkin' that it's all about ya?
Forget she told me everything about ya
But the girls are talkin', the girls are talkin'
Girls talk about the booty too
About the way a brother is hangin' too
When you didn't think that nobody knew
You see the girls are talkin', the girls are talkin'

Girls talkin' got ya all caught out there
Why you thinkin' that it's all about ya?
Forget she told me everything about ya
But the girls are talkin', the girls are talkin'
Girls talk about the booty too
About the way a brother is hangin' too
When you didn't think that nobody knew
You see the girls are talkin', the girls are talkin'

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Lair'S Dance - Lyrics - Robert Plant

Title: Lair'S Dance
Artist: Robert Plant
Composer(s): Doug Boyle, Robert Plant

Lyric:
Fires fall, winds blow
There's trouble and it won't go
I'd really like to help you but you know

Truth twists, liars dance
Money money Greed chant
Let's take a little more before we go

'Cause we won't be back again
No, we won't be back again

Trees cry, men bow
Kneel before the fatted cow
Take a little 'Moo' before we go

We won't be back again
No, we won't be back again
Oh, we won't be back again, again, again, again

Oh, talkin' about, talkin' about
Talkin' about, talkin' about
Talkin' about, talkin' about

Talkin' about, yeah, talkin' about
Talkin' about, talkin' about, yeah yeah
Talkin' about, talkin' about

Tell me Jesus what to do
Oh, there's a little time for me and none for you
Just leave for the lady there who's sure

She won't be back again
I know she won't be back again
I'm sure she won't be back again
Oh, she won't be back again

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Keep Talkin' - Lyrics - Reality Check - Juvenile

Title: Keep Talkin'
Album: Reality Check
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): C Nicholas, Terrance Freeman, Teruis Gray, Pd James

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Lyric:
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow

Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth

Since I hit the TV, now, I'm a hot topic
But that don't mean Skipper won't pop it
Ain't that that dude with the H2 and the nice wallet?
And I got four words, stay off my dick

You wanna make it to where Skip ain't got shit
So you could ride around town and spread your gossip
Make up stories like "U.T.P. done dropped Skip"
"Juve' used the man, paid him and then got rich"

C'mon stop it, you're makin' it up
Damn, how much hate is enough, boy, you faker than fuck
I just saw Skip blazin' it up
With a dime piece, smilin', gettin' head in the truck

Look, right now, he headed for us
You lyin' motherfucker, dude he right behind 'em, you a busta
'Cause that's your old lady he with
Them hoes is for everybody, stop savin' a bitch

Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow

Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth

Open my eyes when the sun rise, blazin'
First nigga on the strip, even if my block's hotter than Cajun
I cop them Haitan, Jamaicans, Cubans and Yanks
Program with every race, now, I cuts my own steak

Known to take G trips to a town like Wimbleton
Get a bust' down spot and be servin' like Wimbledon
Black John McEnroe, my rap flows are clapped
Supposed to be hot as Tabasco, look at them assholes now

Homie, when I'm seen there's a crowd
With head bustas off the streets talkin' loud, ready to wild
Get respect for a few things, deranged, the chopper spit
And the first off the block to cop a new Range

Life is fast, I get cash and write about it
At night it ain't safe in the South, we 'bout it, 'bout it
Doubt it and get bodied 'cause the shoty will lift
Your big muscle man bodyguard off his shit

Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow

Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth

Who lil' daddy with the fitted cap turned back?
Know some of these niggaz got respect, he tryin' to earn that
Hopefully one of these niggaz with Yayo will see that
And put him in the right position he tryin' to be at

They talkin' in the wind but they no better than the play though
They could make a carton or a T-shirt in a day though
I ain't tryin' to flex my power, bitch, but I got say so
And I could make a million; American, yen or peso

They say I got a attitude, that's not the issue at all
Don't get involved when I'm doin' what I have to do
I'm subtle now but I could turn into an animal
Blow it out of proportion and I ain't understandin' you

Not in it for the short, I want the long term
Fuck the government, I'ma take care of my own children
You gon' have to zip your lip up,before a nigga flip up
I don't think they understandin' me, holler at 'em Skipper

Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow

Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth

Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow

Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow

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What They'Re Talkin' About - Lyrics - Rhett Akins

Title: What They'Re Talkin' About
Artist: Rhett Akins
Composer(s): Larry Boone, Rhett Akins, Paul Nelson

Lyric:
Stole the keys to my Daddy's ride
And I took my baby for a midnight drive
Our hearts were racing as we headed down Highway 9
Oh we didn't have no lover's lane
But that old back road worked just the same
It wasn't long till I knew deep inside

This must be what they're talkin' about
When you find the one you can't live without
Somewhere deep in the night, I saw the light
Oh her love got a hold of me, left no doubt
This must be what they're talkin' about

I read about it in the magazines
I'd even seen it on the movie screen
Heard 'em sing about it in a million songs
I never really understood
Till we lit that fire that night in the woods
Started a love that still burns just as strong

This must be what they're talkin' about
When you find the one you can't live without
Somewhere deep in the night, I saw the light
Oh her love got a hold of me, left no doubt
This must be what they're talkin' about

Somewhere deep in the night, I saw the light
Oh her love got a hold of me, left no doubt
This must be what they're talkin' about
This must be what they're talkin' about
This must be what they're talkin' about
(This must be what they're talkin' about)

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Juggalo Homies - Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Juggalo Homies
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Michael John Jr Puwal, Joseph Bruce, William Dail

Lyric:
"I know you ain't there
That's why I just want to let you know something bro
You all know I love you, you all know you're my homies
And, eh, alright we'll talk later, peace"

Let me ask you this about this life we live?
And let me try to swerve some of this attention you give
To them distant ass relatives over ham dinner
If they really missed you so much
Why don't they just call a muthafucka?

If you wasn't blood, would you still have love?
Or infact does the blood make you think you have to love?
Look, I probably love my family more than anybody here
But my homies are family too, 3rd cousin's get outta here

Who was you with when you got tattooed?
And who was you trippin' with when you did them mushrooms?
And who the fuck threw up all over your car?
And then felt worse than you about that shit in the mornin'?
Friends ya'll

Who loaned you money, homie? Who owes you cash? Who?
Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass? Who?
I don't know much but I gotta assume
When ya hit ya first neden, ya homies was in the other room

We talkin' about homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine
Our motha fuckin', homies, homies
We throwin' up clown love signs, Real Juggalo
Homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine
Homies, homies

Have you ever had a job that you truly despise?
Like I don't know maybe dish washin', or fuckin' flippin' fries
And you got this boss who thinks he's the Don Mega
Because he the head manager 'Chief Chili Fry Maker'

All you can vision is ya'll beatin' him down
Your homies standin' on his back while you kickin' his head around
But responsibility is there, I can't lie tho
I'd of been plucked his fuckin' eye ball out with a chicken bone
I'm crazy as fuck, I'll rip your peircings off
And now my homies are holdin' me back so I don't look soft

When you snuck the car out who did you get? Who?
And when you got caught, who you blame the shit? Who?
Who can you relax around and scratch your balls? Who?
Homies, I'm talkin' about like you and yours

We talkin' about homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine
Our motha fuckin', homies, homies
We throwin' up clown love signs, Real Juggalo
Homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine
Homies, homies

You don't like me, you can fuck on
Carnival ain't for everyone
Keep it in your click fuck the outside, baby
You don't like me, you can fuck on
Carnival ain't for everyone
Runnin' with the homies until I'm old like Grady

Me and my homies stay tight like a noose
And if you step to one of us you better step to the whole crew
I never knew that I could depend
That I could have some friends that's down to the very end

Well that's my homeboys excuse me, my family
And when we conquer the world, we mackin' on the galaxy
'Cuz sky's the limit and we ain't finished
And if my homies gonna ride ya know I'm with it

Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya'll
Hit it and quit it and then I give it to my homies ya'll
I got the world around my finger with my homies ya'll
And everything is obsolete unless I hear my homies call

We world wide, we're homies across the planet
Stickin' together like zippers on Michael Jackson's "Beat It" jacket
They got my back like a tat for that, I love ya'll
Hangin' till we old and gray like grandpas, Psychopathic

Homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine
Our motha fuckin', homies, homies
We throwin' up clown love signs, Real Juggalo
Homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine
Homies, homies, homies

You don't like me, you can fuck on
Carnival ain't for everyone
Keep it in your click fuck the outside, baby
You don't like me, you can fuck on
Carnival ain't for everyone
Runnin' with the homies until I'm old like Grady

You don't like me, you can fuck on
Carnival ain't for everyone
Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Swingin' hatches on the daily with my crew actin' crazy

Homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine, Real Juggalo
Homies, homies
We throwin' up clown love signs, Juggalo homie
Homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine
Homies, homies, homies

You don't like me, you can fuck on
Carnival ain't for everyone
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
You don't like me, you can fuck on
Carnival ain't for everyone
You don't like me, you can fuck on

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Fuck Them Bitches - Lyrics - Kelis

Title: Fuck Them Bitches
Artist: Kelis
Composer(s): William Adams, George Jr Pajon

Lyric:
What, what, what, what, what, what?
What, what, what, what, what, what?

I ain?t one to spark shit
But this is dedicated to them bitches who talk shit
They wanna run their damn lips
But all they really want is some more attention

Fuck them bitches
Fuck them bitches
"That?s right", I said it
"That?s right", I said it

Walkin? down the, walkin? down the
Walkin? down the, walkin? down the
Walkin? down the hallway, lookin? at chickens
Talkin? mad shit but they don?t wanna listen
Listen, why y?all trippin??
I aint tryna fight but you lookin? for a whippin?
(Ooh)

Keep talkin? that shit
You keep talkin? that shit
(Keep talkin?)
What you gonna do?
(What you gon? do)
What you gonna do?

I heard you was sayin? this
And that about me and so and so
And how we did this and that
But I don?t really like you talkin? shit behind my back
And if you don?t stop, you might catch a little what?

Keep talkin? that shit
You keep talkin? that shit
(keep talkin?)
What you gon? do?
(What you gon? do)
What you gon? do?

I don?t really like you talkin? about me
Sayin? this and that when you don?t know me
I don?t really like you talkin? about me
Sayin? this and that when you don?t know me

Keep talkin? that shit
You keep talkin? that shit
(Keep talkin?)
What you gon? do?
(What you gon? do)
What you gon? do?
(What, what, what, what, what, what?)

I ain?t one to spark shit
But this is dedicated to them bitches who talk shit
They wanna run their damn lips
But all they really want is some more attention

Fuck them bitches
Fuck them bitches
"That?s right", I said it
"That?s right", I said it

Look, girl, look
Keep my name out your mouth
I?ll keep my foot out your butt
'Cause you don?t know whassup
So mind you biz and shut the fuck up

Keep talkin? that shit
You keep talkin? that shit
(Keep talkin?)
What you gon? do?
(What you gon? do)
What you gon? do?

Everybody always wanna sit around and gossip
In everybody business, always tryna talk shit
You could say that bitch, ho but save that shit for later
'Cause you in the Kool-Aid and don?t know the flavor

Keep talkin? that shit
You keep talkin? that shit
(Keep talkin?)
What you gon? do?
(What you gon? do)
What you gon? do?

I don?t really like you talkin? about me
Sayin? this and that when you don?t know me
I don?t really like you talkin? about me
Sayin? this and that when you don?t know me

Keep talkin? that shit
You keep talkin? that shit
(Keep talkin?)
What you gon? do?
(What you gon? do)
What you gon? do?
(What, what, what, what, what, what?)

I ain?t one to spark shit
But this is dedicated to them bitches who talk shit
They wanna run their damn lips
But all they really want is some more attention

Fuck them bitches
Fuck them bitches
"That?s right", I said it
"That?s right", I said it

I don?t really like you talkin? about me
Sayin? this and that when you don?t know me
I don?t really like you talkin? about me
Sayin? this and that when you don?t know me

Keep talkin? that shit
You keep talkin? that shit
(Keep talkin?)
What you gon? do?
(What you gon? do)
What you gon? do?
(What, what, what, what, what, what?)

I ain?t one to spark shit
But this is dedicated to them bitches who talk shit
They wanna run their damn lips
But all they really want is some more attention

Fuck them bitches
Fuck them bitches
"That?s right", I said it
(What?)
"That?s right", I said it

What, what, what, what, what, what?

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4 Corners - Lyrics - The Price Of Fame - Bow Wow

Title: 4 Corners
Album: The Price Of Fame
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Leonard Caston, Timothy Mosely, Shawn Carter, Jermaine Dupri, Kyambo Joshua, James Phillips, Charleston Davis, Darryl Iii Richardson, Chad Butler, Dwayne Carter, Anita Poree

Lyric:
Question, what y'all know about swingas on slab
30's on a Hummer with the butterfly doors?
Lucky charm teeth, lac on dem D's
Chevys sittin' high, iced out everthang, stacks on deck, no bank

What y'all know 'bout the five hottest niggas in the game?
Bow Wow, Short Dog, Scrappy, the boi Lil Wayne, the homie Pimp C
We got a lil' story to tell y'all where we come from

I come from where a Chevy wit a trunk full of bump
Is all that is that's wanted
In a year it don't matter long as you throw sum throw some D's on it
Mouth cost more then your house, house on ten acres
In the inside so fly, *** call me Jim Baker

From Ohio to Texas, we so infectious
ATL to STL is gon' to be hard to catch us
I'm talkin' 'bout ***, pills, sippin' on bar
Drinkin' crunk, livin' like there's no tomorrow

See out of towners can't understand 'coz I cut all my words short
Poppin' tags is mandatory, Saturday at the mall
Hoods ain't hoods, they cardboards and zones
*** car choppers and when it's on, it's on

See the kids can't live without it
It ain't nothin' you can do 'bout it
Learn how to bounce and get out it, hear me out
See the kids can't live without it
And it ain't nothin' you can do 'bout it
Learn how to bounce and get out it and now answer me this

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?

I'm talkin' the boy, country like overalls, you know that, dawg
Catch me in a slab, the same color as bowling balls
Cruisin' up the ave and I'm probably gonna give you up on cost
'Coz I ball hard and I'm stuntin' just like there's no tomorrow

So yesterday I swear I spent about fifty G's
On a wrist watch that shine brighter then a Christmas tree
If you was gettin' cheese, you would probably spend too
So don't hate 'em 'cause I blow paper like the wind do

And hop out clean, so watch your queen
I'm the biggest balla in Houston, homie, not Yao Ming
I mean, I'm gettin' money, man, so my pockets hella chubby
And I be sippin' drank that's purple like the Teletubby

So when it comes to the women, dawg, I can tell they love me
They put they panties in a envelope and mail 'em to me
And now how's that for some fan mail?
But me and Bow got a question, know the answer?
Raise your hand, yell

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them georgia boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?

Yeah, they call me Fisher Price 'coz all I do is play nice
And I hang around a gang of guerrillas that love to fight
I'm the ice man, I'm far away from the sun
But I'm still hot like a *** pushin' a 'bout ***

My charger look like a muscle liftin' a ton
You keep pickin' on me, then you picked the right one
You pass another drink and I'm sippin' another one
You trust me up a *** I'm blowin' myself a ***

Got a Froot Loop Coupe lookin' like orange juice
When them *** see the truth, they don't be knowin' what to do
Yeah, I'm Scrap, baddest young *** in the nation
Young *** quit hatin' on the money that I'm makin', I'm just country

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?

Look, they call me Wayne, that is our chaperon
So far ahead of the race, I don't know which lap I'm on
No *** young Louisiana
Hit you with *** like MC Hammer

And money talks, so that's my grammar
If you ain't about money, you can step like a gambler
Am I the illest doin' this? Hell yeah
I am fresher then the Prince of Bel Air

And OG is what you smell here
Smoke the biggest *** don't worry, I brought a spare
They say I'm at the top but I'm almost there
And when I get, I will sit, don't worry, I brought a chair

I put ice all over the Altermare
[Incomprehensible] watch face, now time is hard to tell
And I will do whatever the Carter shell
So hot, goin' out wit me is like goin' to hell

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Noise, noise

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Talkin' To My Heart - Lyrics - Deborah Allen

Title: Talkin' To My Heart
Artist: Deborah Allen
Composer(s): Deborah Allen, Billy Burnette, Rafe Van Hoy

Lyric:
My heart is hangin' on every word you say
Right now all logic's stripped away
It doesn't analyze your sincerity
It only listens and believes
Don't whisper
I love you
Unless you know it's true

Be careful what you're sayin'
You're talkin' to my heart
Oh, be careful what you're sayin'
You're talkin' to my heart

Sometimes you want someone so bad you fantasize
Sometimes the heat of passion lies
It's only human to give into what you feel
That doesn't always mean it's real
(Don't mislead)
Don't mislead
Don't misread
(Don't mislead)
The magic of the night

Be careful what you're sayin'
You're talkin' to my heart
Oh, be careful what you're sayin'
You're talkin' to my heart

Ohh, think about it
Think about it
Sometimes it's wise to wait
Think about it
Think about it
Once spoken it's too late
(Don't whisper)
Don't whisper
I love you
Unless you know it's true

Be careful what you're sayin'
You're talkin' to my heart
Oh, be careful what you're sayin'
You're talkin' to my heart

Be careful what you're sayin'
You're talkin' to my heart
Oh, be careful what you're sayin'
You're talkin' to my heart
(Think about it)

Ohh, think about it
Ohh, you're talkin' to my heart
Ohh, think about it
(Think about it)
Talkin' to my heart
(Think about it)
Ohh, talkin' to my heart
Ohh, think about, think about it
Talkin' to my heart

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Talkin' To My Heart - Lyrics - Fleetwood Mac

Title: Talkin' To My Heart
Artist: Fleetwood Mac
Composer(s): Deborah Allen, Billy Burnette, Rafe Van Hoy

Lyric:
My heart is hangin' on every word you say
Right now all logic's stripped away
It doesn't analyze your sincerity
It only listens and believes
Don't whisper
I love you
Unless you know it's true

Be careful what you're sayin'
You're talkin' to my heart
Oh, be careful what you're sayin'
You're talkin' to my heart

Sometimes you want someone so bad you fantasize
Sometimes the heat of passion lies
It's only human to give into what you feel
That doesn't always mean it's real
(Don't mislead)
Don't mislead
Don't misread
(Don't mislead)
The magic of the night

Be careful what you're sayin'
You're talkin' to my heart
Oh, be careful what you're sayin'
You're talkin' to my heart

Ohh, think about it
Think about it
Sometimes it's wise to wait
Think about it
Think about it
Once spoken it's too late
(Don't whisper)
Don't whisper
I love you
Unless you know it's true

Be careful what you're sayin'
You're talkin' to my heart
Oh, be careful what you're sayin'
You're talkin' to my heart

Be careful what you're sayin'
You're talkin' to my heart
Oh, be careful what you're sayin'
You're talkin' to my heart
(Think about it)

Ohh, think about it
Ohh, you're talkin' to my heart
Ohh, think about it
(Think about it)
Talkin' to my heart
(Think about it)
Ohh, talkin' to my heart
Ohh, think about, think about it
Talkin' to my heart

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Guerrilla Monsoon Rap - Lyrics - Talib Kweli

Title: Guerrilla Monsoon Rap
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Tk Greene, E Record, T Trotter, T Jamerson, S Mckenny, Talib Kweli, K West

Lyric:
Yeah
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
Let's do it

Kanye West, c'mon turn me up
And Black Thought, c'mon turn me up
And Pharoahe Monch, c'mon turn me up
And Talib Kweli in the house with

Guerrilla monsoon rap all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole crowd like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat

We come through and all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole crowd like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat

Yo, I hit these Rmcees with the grip of death like I was a Vulcan
Ain't a lot of ifs and ands, it's just straight talkin'
It's hard to swallow at times, so take portions
Bitin' off more than you can chew, create offense

Emcee species endangered like dolphins
Rappers is spittin' nails into they own coffins
Hear come the Dundee moves rocket launchin'
Black Thought, quit playin' him close and back up off him

Kweli, spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee
The real Emcee, that your favorite rapper used to be
One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly D, my rhymes is eulogy
A flea could move a tree, before ya think ya movin' me

A black and blue emcees, actin' new to me, get smacked stupidly
That lack skills, like the black community lack unity
Still my rhymes heard like Ali De Phrase
Step off the stage to shouts of Kweli boomayyay

See these four Emcees came to get down
Rearrange the rap game, change ya whole sound
Nigga you , gotta, understand the plot ta
Movin' and groovin' and always improvin' alot ta

I'll outfox the, average Porsche ya Boxster talk
Break the bank on some old Frank Sinatra
Slash Chi Town, slash Philly
Check the blast from Geneva, you can get slapped silly

Guerrilla monsoon rap all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole crowd like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat

We come through and all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole crowd like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat

Okay, my sound drenches, each of the five senses
And hold the shock value of electrified fences
It's truth or consequences, ride wit us or against us
Is you a dedicated soldier, or you a princess, dog?

I'm in it to win it and not for the wealth
Got a crib with a Grammy and a gat on the shelf
Nan nigga competition, gotta battle myself
And me and Kweli on a mission, gettin' Pharoahe for help

From natives walkin' in trailor tears to players sippin' Belvedere
We always comin' well prepared, and all my dogs' smellin' fear
Plus, even my niggaz from the Bede say you hella scared
Truth or consequences, and all senses be well aware

Your style under developed there, hell if I care
What hardship you claim to see, but I can tell by your stare
Nigga you fugazi, sayin' ya crew blazin'
Like sayin' Miss Cleo is a true Jamaican, we makin'

Guerrilla monsoon rap, smell the fumes, get in tune wit it
When I attack your city, y'all gon' think Dr. Doom did it
Spit it like white trash in seed spittin' contests
With a vendetta that sent a betta letter bomb to Congress

I'm pissed, cumulus clouds of ominous
Words of the Thor, the rawness that'll restore ya calmness
Unless, you wanna be leg and armless
That's parapaleg' for those who believe in bomb threats

Guerrilla monsoon rap all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole crowd like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat

We come through and all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole crowd like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat, nigga

That's what I'm talkin' about, that's what I'm talkin' about
C'mon, that's what I'm talkin' about, yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
C'mon, that's what I'm talkin' about, yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
[Incomprehensible] Kanye West, Kweli
Black Thought, Monch Pharoahe

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Neckbones - Lyrics - Eve-Olution - Eve

Title: Neckbones
Album: Eve-Olution
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): A Flanagon, J Batiste, W Warner, E Jeffers

Lyric:
It ain't so much about the words I say but how I say 'em
And I'm gon' play this game the best and make sure that I slay 'em
Even my enemies impressed 'bout how I make my moves
They tried to step it up but can't 'cause they just fake and lose
My niggas double R but I don't hide behind my dogs
Nigga, I'm holdin' mine
Bet against her, take a loss
And I ain't slackin' up
I gotta win at any cause
Intimidate you bitch niggas I got bigger balls
Ayyo I bet you can't stop her
She got a lotta shit wit her
Damn you's a fan don't try to block her
Man got you wantin' it
Fame how you hunger it
The talk curious 'bout the stalkin' uh huh oh who's she

Get up and move yourself
This type of shit is good for ya health
Ain't nothin' better put the rest on the shelf
I said forget the rest
'Cause she the one they talkin' about
I wanna hear you say these words out ya mouth

Get up and move yourself
This type of shit is good for ya health
Ain't nothin' better put the rest on the shelf
I said forget the rest
'Cause she the one they talkin' about
I wanna hear you say these words out ya mouth

Some claim they can't stand her
But they demand her, they watch her
These niggas wanna lock her down and brand her
Some claim they can't take me
Baby don't make me do the thing I do to keep you here
You can't escape me
Gotcha, hear this music don't let nothin' stop ya
Dance and wave yo hands, let this beat start to rock ya
Every step, try to catch yo breath
In and outta control 'till you ain't got nothin' left
I love it when they wildin' out
I got 'em jumpin' around, see don't be shy
Don't hold it in baby just ride it out
Don't worry 'bout the time
Can't handle it? then find the exit sign
I need the rest of y'all to lose ya mind

Get up and move yourself
This type of shit is good for ya health
Ain't nothin' better put the rest on the shelf
I said forget the rest
'Cause she the one they talkin' about
I wanna hear you say these words out ya mouth

Get up and move yourself
This type of shit is good for ya health
Ain't nothin' better put therest on the shelf
I said forget the rest
'Cause she the one they talkin' about
I wanna hear you say these words out ya mouth

Bombshell got you breathin' heavy, is you ready?
She back, sick wit the blonde and I ain't stoppin'
So I'm droppin' already and holdin' steady
Niggas thought I wouldn't do it said screw it
They wanna try to say face it forget them cowards, they blew it
My attitdue is confidence, Philly sponsored this
And I ain't happy wit just that's hot, I'm makin' monster hits
And I ain't satisfied wit what I got, I need a lotta shit
It's still a hustle for me baby, hungry nigga, come and get it

Get up and move yourself
This type of shit is good for ya health
Ain't nothin' better put therest on the shelf
I said forget the rest
'Cause she the one they talkin' about
I wanna hear you say these words out ya mouth

Get up and move yourself
This type of shit is good for ya health
Ain't nothin' better put therest on the shelf
I said forget the rest
'Cause she the one they talkin' about
I wanna hear you say these words out ya mouth

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