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Thursday, August 12, 2010

That'S My Lady (Money) - Lyrics - Super Saucy - Baby Bash

Title: That'S My Lady (Money)
Album: Super Saucy
Artist: Baby Bash
Composer(s): N. Perez, Ron Bryant, P. Broussard, N. Hale

Lyric:
Money, money, money, money

That's my lady, she will never jack me down
(Money, money, money)
That's my baby, she's gone always be around
(Money, money, money)
She will never play me, she'll stay true when I leave town
(Money, money, money)
That's my playmate
Got my mind on my money, got my money on my mind

She's my peso, my denero, my paper, my playmate
She's always on time and never a day late
She's never on a diet, my pockets they gain weight
And me without her is some I can't take

Now we gone ride like the wind, my lover, my dividends
She's my fatty, I'm her daddy and she's my best friend
Got me spending weekends in Kingston Jamaica
Ooh my favorite chicken, ooh, I love my paper

And when she step out of line, that he gone get on the grind
Facing penitentiary time, but she's eventually mine
The same color as my hydro, I swear I've got the only breezy
That I die for, my mind sold

In love with this cheddar, me and her go together
Like birds of one feather, she keep me riding on leather
And chrome, you know it's on when my baby come home
She's my playboy bunny, that's sweeter than honeycomb

That's my lady, she will never jack me down
(Money, money, money)
That's my baby, she's gone always be around
(Money, money, money)
She will never play me, she'll stay true when I leave town
(Money, money, money)
That's my playmate
Got my mind on my money, got my money on my mind

Love at first sight, sex on the first night
My blessing when I'm stressing, she's keeping my game tight
She's doing the thing right, she's beeping compliancy
If I'm Ricky Ricardo, then she's my Lucy

My fly serenity, my pocket is energy
As a matter of fact, she's gone bring the Hennessey
I loved to hold her, fold her, her love is so douja
Got them dime pieces making love to my poster
(What is it?)

I'm loving this part of the game
And my money ain't genocide I got to explain
Swinging her from lane to lane, we doing the damn thing
My money, my motivation, my national campaign

That's my lady, she will never jack me down
(Money, money, money)
That's my baby, she's gone always be around
(Money, money, money)
She will never play me, she'll stray true when I leave town
(Money, money, money)
That's my playmate
Got my mind on my money, got my money on my mind

My pride, my joy, my everything
(That's what I am talking about)
I ride my boy on everything
(What I am talking about)
My pride, my joy, my everything
(That's what I am talking about)
I ride my boy on everything

That's my lady, she will never jack me down
(Money, money, money)
That's my baby, she's gone always be around
(Money, money, money)
She will never play me, she'll stay true when I leave town
(Money, money, money)
That's my playmate
Got my mind on my money, got my money on my mind

(Money, money, money)
Yo, my [Incomprehensible] is crashed
(Money)
The hysteria that we [Incomprehensible]
(Money, money, money)
Darling, no

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

I Love My Bitch - Lyrics - The Big Bang - Busta Rhymes

Title: I Love My Bitch
Album: The Big Bang
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Will Adams, Keith Harris, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
(I love you baby)

My lady never lets me down
That's why I never let her go
She always there to lift me up
When I fall down and hit the floor

My baby's so amazing
Let me sit back and count the ways
One, she the sh**
Two, she legit
Three, ?cause she could get it
I love my chick

I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
?Cause she could get it

I love my baby yup yup
I love my boy
(I love my chick)
I love my baby yup yup
I love my boy
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
He bring me joy

I love my girl ?cause she knows the sh**, wait a minute!
Swagger kinda ill and she ain't scared of the stick
Got her own cake though she act kinda rude
Bet she know my money long, she spent her dough on the dude

Real life chicken wanna mess with a thug
Sippin' martini's quick, and wanna sex in the club
'Cause see that's my chick, that's my chick
That's my chick, ?cause she could get it

And she the type keep it all on the low
Never stress the kid when I'm surrounded with, yo
If you knew the thing that she be doing to me
In the club, in the crib, or when I'm pushing the v

See, shorty ash be all over the place
If you front, she probably put the ratchet all in your face for me
'Cause that's my chick, that's my chick
'Cause that my chick, ?cause she could get it

My lady never lets me down
That's why I never let her go
She always there to lift me up
When I fall down and hit the floor

My baby's so amazing
Let me sit back and count the ways
One, she the sh**
Two, she legit
Three, ?cause she could get it
I love my chick

I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
?Cause she could get it

I love my baby yup yup
I love my boy
(I love my chick)
I love my baby yup yup
I love my boy
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
He bring me joy

You see my chick is a one of a kind
I know you wish your chick was a rider like mine
When you see my miss you know my shorty's a dime
When she dolo with her peoples, they be skipping the line

Listen, the type that reserve that ash for a fella
And if I had to skip town she's hold the stash for a fella
I'm saying, see that's my chick, that's my chick
That's my chick, ?cause she could get it

I know you buggin' on the way this sound
But you know I love the way my chick be holdin' it down
Extremely thorough by the way she reppin' it hard
Travel anywhere my shorty come touch on the guard

Bust it, mami always quick to do what she can
Even if she had to get up and just lie on the stand
I'm saying, ?cause that's my chick, that's my chick
That's my chick, ?cause she could get it

My lady never lets me down
That's why I never let her go
She always there to lift me up
When I fall down and hit the floor

My baby's so amazing
Let me sit back and count the ways
One, she the sh**
Two, she legit
Three, ?cause she could get it
I love my chick

I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
?Cause she could get it

I love my baby yup yup
I love my boy
(I love my chick)
I love my baby yup yup
I love my boy
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
He bring me joy

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Gin And Juice - Lyrics - Gourds

Title: Gin And Juice
Artist: Gourds
Composer(s): Mark Adams, Steve Arrington, Cordozar Broadus, Harry Casey, Richard Finch, Raymond Turner, Steve Washington, Daniel Webster, Andre Young

Lyric:
With so much drama in the L.B.C.
It's kinda hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin' up with funky ass shit like every single day

May I kick a little something for the G's?
And, make a few ends as I breeze through
Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin'
'Cause my momma ain't home

I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on
And, they ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin'
So what you wanna do? Shit, I got a pocket
Full of rubbers and my homeboys do too

So turn off the lights and close the doors
But, but what? We don't love them ho's, yeah
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

Now that I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now this type of shit happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine

Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
Who listens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street

And get to mackin' to this bitch named Sadie
She used to be the homeboys lady
(Oh, that bitch?)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, 'cause you gets none of these

At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
Bitch, I'm just

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

Later on that day, my homey
Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic
That made me choke, shit, this ain't no joke

I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah, I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin'
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton

To serve me, not with a cherry on top
'Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin' up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you ho's, I'm out the do' and I'll be

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, bitch
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, bitch
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

House And The Rising Son - Lyrics - House Of Pain - House Of Pain

Title: House And The Rising Son
Album: House Of Pain
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Jason Vasquez, Erik Schrody, Leor Dimant

Lyric:
I rock the ill shit, you know I kill shit
And then I build shit, get off my dills nit
'Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back
I kick my shit one time, dude, fuck the playback

I go off my head, you know I shave my shit
And you don't quit, I say you don't quit
'Cause I'm the prodigal son, ya get well done
Just like a steak, gimme a break

Like Nel Carter
There's tarter on your teeth, homeboy ya got beef
Well then ya get broke, because my crew's no joke
The house of pain

Is kickin' up dirt and therefore inside the jam
Ya know we're liftin' up skirts, grabbin' on the snatch
Feelin' on the skin, I'm knockin' on your door
Honey let me in

'Cause I'm down with the freak mo baby
I'm at my sexual peak, young lady
Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Doolah
Don't ya fuck around, I'll smack your knuckles with a ruler

Just like a nun from a catholic school
I'll make you drool, and play the fool
Snatch you by the ears, smack you up like a queer
Take a puff off my blunt, and then sip my beer

Kick the mean style, leave bodies in a pile
Everlast is my name, I'm from the house of pain
You know that I never play the punk role
'Cause I'm a white Irish man with a funk soul

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

Smooth like Beretta, quicker than the Jeda
You're soft like a feather, you little bed wetter
Baby, baby, I heard you caught the rabies
Bitin' on my shit, I have to say haybee

Son'll be rockin' until tomorrow
'Cause I've got the right one, like Ray Charles
Follow, swallow, the funky pass the bottle
'Cause I get recked like if I crashed my auto

I'll play it, I'll win it, I've done it, I did it
Some say I'm kiddin' but right at this minute
I'll freak it, I'll funk it and like a country bumpkin
From Albuquerque, who's gonna carve the turkey?

Ready, serve, entertain like Merv
Griffin, sniffin' panties, I'm a perv
The dooby funk fellow, smooth like a jello
Some say mellow, complicated like a dello

The freakin' who's speakin', freaks it every weekend
'Cause I'll be trick or treatin', I used to drive a Lincoln
Drivin', speedin', hey Rid, I'm readin'
I make more money than that kid Alex Keaton

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the mess hall
And get your grub while I'm rhymin' on your dub
Gettin' play at the club, then I step to the pub
And crack a brew, what the fuck ya gonna do?

I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and spill it
Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it
And take you for a ride to where I reside
Put your face in my pillow, and have you weepin' like a willow
I tax that butt, wax that ass
Floss a nut in your teeth, then wait for you to beef

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

House And The Rising Sun - Lyrics - House Of Pain

Title: House And The Rising Sun
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Jason Vasquez, Erik Schrody, Leor Dimant

Lyric:
I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit
And then I build shit, get off my dills nit
'Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back
I kick my shit one time, dude, fuck the playback
I go off my head, you know I shave my shit
And ya don't quit, I say you don't quit

'Cause I'm the prodigal son, ya get well done
Just like a steak, gimme a break like Nel Carter
There's tarter on your teeth, homeboy ya got beef
Well then ya get broke, because my crew's no joke
The House Of Pain is kickin' up dirt and if we're inside the jam
Ya know we're liftin' up skirts, grabbin' on the snatch
Feelin' on the skin, I'm knockin' on your door honey let me in
'Cause I'm down with the freak mo baby
I'm at my sexual peak, young lady

Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Doobie
Don't ya fuck around, I'll smack your knuckles with a ruler
Just like a nun from a catholic school
I'll make ya drool, and play the fool
Snatch ya by the ears, smack ya up like a queer
Take a puff off my blunt and then sip my beer
Kick the mean style, leave bodies in a pile
Everlast is my name, I'm from the House Of Pain
You know that I never play the punk role
'Cause I'm a white Irish man with a funk soul

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

Smooth like Beretta, quicker than the Jedi
You're soft like a feather, you little bed wetter
Baby, baby, I heard you caught the rabies
Bitin' on my shit, I have to say hay bee
Son will be rockin' until tomorrow
'Cause I've got the right one, like Ray Charles
Follow, swallow, the funky pass the bottle
'Cause I get recked like if I crashed my auto

I'll play it, I'll win it, I've done it, I did it
Some say I'm kiddin' but right at this minute
I'll freak it, I'll funk it and like a country bumpkin
From Albuquerque who's gonna carve the turkey
Ready, serve, entertain like Merv
Griffin, sniffin' panties, I'm a prev

The Dooby funk fellow, smooth like a jello
Some say mellow, complicated like a dello
The freakin' who's speakin' freaks it every weekend
'Cause I'll be trick or treatin' I used to drive a Lincoln
Drivin', speedin', hey Rid, I'm readin'
I make more money than that kid Alex Keaton

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the mess hall
And get your grub while I'm rhymin' on your dub
Gettin' play at the club, then I step to the pub
And crack a brew, what the fuck ya gonna do?

I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and spill it
Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it
And take ya for a ride to where I reside
Put your face in my pillow, and have ya weepin' like a willow
I tax that but, wax that ass
Floss a nut in your teeth, then wait for you to beef

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Friends - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Friends
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Quincy Delight Jones Iii, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Sean Young

Lyric:
I wanna be
Yo, let me fuck that nigga down
You heard that shit nigga
Ay yo, what you doing with that big ass?

My ghetto love song, set it off, set it off
Let's be friends, where my niggaz at?
Where my niggaz, where my niggaz?
Where my niggaz at, all my real niggaz?
Where my niggaz, where my niggaz?

Let's be friends
(Throw ya hands in the air)
There's no need to front
(Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)

Let's be friends
(Westside in this motherfucker right here)
(Throw ya hands in the air)
Westside

Approach you and post a minute
(Yeah)
All on my double-R tinted as you pass bye winking
My eye, freshly scented, what's the happs, baby?
(What's up?)

Come get with me and perhaps, lady
You can help me multiply my stacks, baby
(Ha ha ha, get money, baby)
Currency seem small I need companionship
(Hey)

Through with that scandalous shit
I bet your man ain't shit
(Ain't shit)
So why you hesitating? Acting like your shit don't stink
Check out my diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink
(Bling, bling, bling)

This be a thug paid, outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreaming mother fucker on a mash for bitches
(Bitch)
Check my resume, sipping on Crystalle and allazay

Smoking on big weed, keyed the Cali way
(Westside)
Don't like tricking but I'll buy you a fifth
I can't stand no sneaker-wearing nappy head bitch
(Word)

Let my letters read, read briefly, they're so cheap
Putting bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called cum, who the man?
While tugging on your made bitch head
(Westside)

Understand this, ain't no nigga like me
Fuck Jay-z, he broke and I smoke daily
(Come on, y'all)
Baby, let's be friends

Friends
(Where my niggaz at? Come on, y'all)
No need to front, let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at, all my niggaz?)

Because I know you want to fuck
(Where my bitches at?)
Let's be friends, no need to front, let's be friends
Because I know you want to fuck

I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass got me checking for you hardcore

Staring and watching, me and you one on one
(See that)
Picture countless options, was it prophecy?
Clear as day, visions on top of me
(Oh, my God)

Erotic, psychotic, would possess my body
(Yes, yes, yes)
Far from a quest I wanna bust your guts
And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts

You got me sweating like a fat girl going for mine
Just a skinny nigga fucking like she stole my mind
Back in time I recall how she used to be
I guess money and fame made you used to me

What's up in 9-6? fine tricks in drag
Fuck Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my ass
Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen
(Come here baby, come here)
Got my hands on your thighs now let me in-between
That's friends

Friends
(Where my niggaz at? Hahah, where my bitches at?)
(Throw ya guns in the air)
No need to front, let's be friends
(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)

Because I know you want to fuck
Let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at?)
(Where my niggaz at?)

No need to front, let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at?)
(Where my bitches at? Where my people at?)
Because I know you want to fuck, let's be

Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks
I got 'em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch
(Ha ha)
Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game?

Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came
(Westside)
Scream my name 'cause, baby
It's the licoius ghetto weak spot, for pretty bitches

Up and down, similar to switches
My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluent
In and out, all around when a nigga do it
You got me high, let me come inside

I love it when you get on top, baby, let me ride
Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?
Fuck player hating niggaz 'cause they cock block
(Cock block)

You probably hate to see a real thug with vision with the game
Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?
Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed
A bad seed turned good in this world of G's

Baby got me fantasizing, seeing you naked
It's a fuck song check the record
(So check my record)

Where my niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at
Where my bitches at? Show me where my bitches at
(Come on)
Where my people at? Show me where my people at
(Right here)

Where my people at? Show me where my people at
(Westside in this motherfucker)
All my niggaz now, this for niggaz here
(Come on, Westside in this motherfucker right here)

Where my niggaz at? Just for niggaz now
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches?
(Westside in this motherfucker)
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches be?
(Come on)

Where my bitches at? Where my bitches?
(Westside in this motherfucker right here)
Where my down getting bitches? The cash getting niggaz
(Come on)
Be friends, tell me where my niggaz at
(Westside in this motherfucker)

Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Be friends, tell me where my people at
(Ha ha, my ghetto love song)
Make money, take money, be friends
(You know)

Make money, take money
Make money, take money
Make money, take money

Let's get paid
Come on, get your cash on
Let's get paid

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Electric Ice - Lyrics - Fredro Starr

Title: Electric Ice
Artist: Fredro Starr
Composer(s): Charles Smith, Fred Scruggs

Lyric:
We put lights in the chains, baby, that's what's up
Strobe lights in the range, baby, that's what's up
High beams in the bracelets, that's what's up
Electric diamonds, baby, that's what's up

We put lights in the chains, baby, that's what's up
Strobe lights in the range, baby, that's what's up
High beams in the bracelets, that's what's up
Electric diamonds, baby, that's what's up

Aiyo, I pull up in some big shit, poppin' B.I.G. shit
No stearin' wheel, Benz toyin' wit the joystick
Park the spaceship, special effects
On the bracelets, ice jumpin' out like, 'The Matrix'

Who light up for than Vegas
Nigga lookin' like Times Square on New Years, when the ball drop
My neck is like a light show on Fourth of July
Both wrists like fireworks lightin' the sky

Private airports, Air Force One's untied
Blunt in my mouth, stretch now, you waitin' outside
Shit, even when I tuck it in, it blink through the shirt
How does it work? Bitches askin' how much it's worth

Killin' eighth street, Ferrari drop, niggas'll clock
Bitches'll stop and waive, high blondin', bitches to watch
Is that lights on ya stage, that ice on ya chain?
Yo, I'm C.O., Other People Money type thing

Now haters in the game wanna take my place
Live my life, wish they could take my face
Fuck my wife, wish me death to rock my lights
But that's the price of fame, Electric Ice

We put lights in the chains, baby, that's what's up
Strobe lights in the range, baby, that's what's up
High beams in the bracelets, that's what's up
Electric diamonds, baby, that's what's up

We put lights in the chains, baby, that's what's up
Strobe lights in the range, baby, that's what's up
High beams in the bracelets, that's what's up
Electric diamonds, baby, that's what's up

Floss out, strawberry lights, lavender life
More money than Blake character's wife
Lady ice criminal, rock minerals
Bitches can't stand it, Electric Ice, lookin' transparent

You ain't gettin' no brighter, a hundred watts in the bezel
The face of an angel wit' the body of a devil, diamonds rock like glaciers
At the tennis courts wit high beams and tennis bracelets
Blindin' Venus, ha ha ha ha

Ten days out the summer, put them blazers up
Ninja bike night ridin' wit' my helmet up
Sock on my Nikes, look at bitches clockin' the lights
Go ahead and touch that and get the shock of ya life

Who that nigga over there wit' the glow in his chest
It gotta be X, niggas stay flirtin' wit' death
Lookin' like I got a Christmas tree around my neck
You try to cop that, by Jacob ain't got those yet

Wires inside to shine, kid the hottest design
Try to define a nigga that's inspired to grind
Yesterday my lights was green, today they red
I turn the bracelet off, before I goes to bed, Electric Ice

We put lights in the chains, baby, that's what's up
Strobe lights in the range, baby, that's what's up
High beams in the bracelets, that's what's up
Electric diamonds, baby, that's what's up

We put lights in the chains, baby, that's what's up
Strobe lights in the range, baby, that's what's up
High beams in the bracelets, that's what's up
Electric diamonds, baby, that's what's up

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Bubbles - Lyrics - Maths & English - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Bubbles
Album: Maths & English
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Nicholas Donald Detnon, Dylan Kwabena Mills

Lyric:
One two, one two, one two, mike, check, check, check
Yeah, one two, yeah, yeah, clear, clear, yeah

I'm a young ragga brother from the LDN
In my Nike Air bubbles and they cost one ten
Got these beanies on my lap and they all want the length
I?m a ghetto superstar, come straight from the ends

And I walk it like I talk it, brother ain't just hype
Making moves for the money everyday and every night
Best to believe I keep it tight, best to believe I'm moving right
Keep my business on the low, you best to believe I'm outta sight

I like money, money, money, girls, girls, cash, cash
I?ll let the champagne splash
Yo, I'm not a gang banger but I'm good with a mash
Make you scratch your head and wonder is he really that flash

But it really doesn't matter 'cause you know I keep it moving
Middle of the dance floor, lean, I'm grooving
Baby cocked her bumper out, you know I gotta wind it
When we leave the club I'm really gonna get behind it

Nike Air bubbles on my feet, looking fresh
Got my brand new garms on, dress to impress
Got my phone line popping, all these beanies gotta crush
Keep something in my pocket case these fellas try and rush

Nike Air bubbles on my feet, looking fresh
Got my brand new garms on, dress to impress
Got my phone line popping, all these beanies gotta crush
Keep something in my pocket case these fellas try and rush

Brown eyes, five ten, dark skin
I'm Mr. Dizzee Rascal, why you even asking
Undercover lover, girls call me buff ting
But used to keep a Balaclava resting on my chin

And it's the ends here, hustle hustle, bling bing, blow it in
About to hear the fat lady sing
Don't matter what I'm saying, it's the answer within
But life's a jungle, everybody wants to be the king

But it's all right though, I got my eyes on the prize
Money in my draw, bigger picture in my eyes
Hands around my testicles, little finger rising
Every step that I take is a step with precision

I'm precise, precisely why my future's looking nice
The penthouse is lovely, it's a shame about the price
But you only live twice, that's on the real
No matter where I am I'll always be the real deal

Nike Air bubbles on my feet, looking fresh
Got my brand new garms on, dress to impress
Got my phone line popping, all these beanies gotta crush
Keep something in my pocket case these fellas try and rush

Nike Air bubbles on my feet, looking fresh
Got my brand new garms on, dress to impress
Got my phone line popping, all these beanies gotta crush
Keep something in my pocket case these fellas try and rush

Education starts with discipline, I'm listening
But conversation's kinda muffled since I got rich and tings
Double turn, indirectly spoke, I never heard a thing
Underground or overground, what's the difference? I'm the king

Learnt divine right, it's my hindsight, I see it all
'Cause I ain't that fake to spread my wings and fly, you're a fool
Talking like you're mighty and you're high, but I know you're small
There's no logic in your gossip, just the writings on the wall

Over ignorant, you ain't got it, you just play far
Far from the realist old dog, menace, you're a mark
If you're deep, why you gotta roll fifty to the club, blud?
Who do you think you're fooling with that fake crew love?

The streets don't cater for no long term plan
These roads don't give a damn about any man
I try and show these brothers, they refuse to understand
So I'll just keep doing what I'm doing while I can

Nike Air bubbles on my feet, looking fresh
Got my brand new garms on, dress to impress
Got my phone line popping, all these beanies gotta crush
Keep something in my pocket case these fellas try and rush

Nike Air bubbles on my feet, looking fresh
Got my brand new garms on, dress to impress
Got my phone line popping, all these beanies gotta crush
Keep something in my pocket case these fellas try and rush

East side crew, west side crew
North side crew, south side crew
East side crew, west side crew
North side crew, south side crew

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Durty - Lyrics - The Naked Truth - Lil' Kim

Title: Durty
Album: The Naked Truth
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): M Velez, K Jones, Randy Klein, Millie Jackson, K Johnson, T Lovelace

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Lyric:
Due to the fact that there are some people
Like the lady over there said she was
Who thinks I'm dirty
I really couldn't give a shit but
'Cause y'all buy my records
Them same ones be talkin' 'bout I'm dirty
Be buyin' my shit and hidin' it

While all di dutty nigga dem sit around and judge me
All dem a chat 'bout, don't even budge me 'cause
Mi no owe nobody no explanation
I convert it over to di Almighty one

When dis bad gyal come out
We jus run dem in di morgue and dem can't come out
Some a di gyal 'em need to jus shut dem mouth
Some a di dutty niggaz need to jus shut dem

Lil' Kim stay hot
Pull up with my nigga in the eighty foot yacht
Man this hatin' don't stop
Real recognize real you studio gangstas kill me
I know my vet's in the game got to feel me

'Cause from the gate I brrrr-raaa down the door
Like Eddy Murphy, I gave it to you raw
Two-piece bikini, Fendi mink draggin' on the floor
Kim been the first lady since I dropped Hard Core

A lot of these hoes livin' vicariously through me
'Stead a doin' them, they'd rather do me
Watchin' them is like a Broadway play
Sittin' next to the Queen is the closest they'll ever get to Brooklyn

Why y'all frontin' you know who the best be?
I'm the reason why the game so sexy
Tha originator, tha trend creator
Bitch, you dun know you haffa respect me

I know what you mean, she's such a fuckin' lady
Yes, I am, that's right, I was raised that way

Now if a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it
Man want it, make 'im pay it down
If a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it
Man want it, make 'im pay it down

No money, no love, sistas, no money, no ugh, heard dat
No money, no love, sistas, no money, no ugh
So don't preach to me 'bout singing
All I want is mah self respect
You see your words don't mean a thing
Show me a man, who neva sin yet, uh-uh

The Fed's pinched me for shootin'
But instead they indicted me for my fuckin' music
This jealous muthafucker and this prosecutin' dyke bitch
Probably go home, listen to, 'How Many Licks'

Stay away from 5-0, that's that hip-hop cop
These cheese eatin' rodents really got the game caught
You see when you on top, niggaz want what you got
Even though they idolize you, they still criticize you

So don't preach to me bout singing , I, I am just a woman
You've got your feelings I got mine, I'm only human
And I gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on
I've gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on
I'm tryna go down as a gyal who know how to get it on
I gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on

So if mi waan fi skin out and gwaan like mi bad
That's just between me and mi God
And if mi waan fi shack out and gwaan like mi bad
That's just up to me

Now if a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it
Man want it, make 'im pay it down
Now if a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it
Mon want it, make 'im pay it down

No money, no love, sistas, no money, no ugh, heard dat
No money, no love, sistas, no money, no ugh
So don't preach to me 'bout singing
All I want is mah self respect

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Dear Mamma - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Dear Mamma
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tony D Pizarro, Joe Sample, Charles Simmons, Joseph B Jefferson, Tupac Shakur, Bruce Hawes

Lyric:
You are appreciated

When I was a youngin' and ma mama had me
Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place

Suspended from school and scared to go home, I was a fool
With the big boys, breakin' all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids

And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama
When things went wrong we'd blame mama
I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell and high school elementary?

Hey, I see the penitentiary, one day
And runnin' from the police, that's right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside
And even as a crack theme, mama
You always was a black queen, mama

I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy
Tryin' to raise a man you always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
There's no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand you are appreciated

Lady, don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
Dear mama, place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated, don't cha know we love ya?

Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy 'cause the coward wasn't there
He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger
Wouldn't let me feel for a stranger

They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along
I was lookin' for a father he was gone
I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love

I moved out and started really hangin'
I needed money of my own so I started shaggin'
I ain't guilty 'cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good puttin' money in your mailbox

I love payin' rent when the rent's due
I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
'Cause when I was low you was there for me
And never left me alone because you cared for me

And I could see you comin' home after work late
You're in the kitchen tryin' to fix us a hot plate
Ya just workin' with the scraps you was given
And mama made miracles every thanksgivin'

But now the road got rough, here alone
You're tryin' to raise two bad kids on your own
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand you are appreciated

Lady, don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
And dear mama place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated, don't cha know we love ya?

Pour out some liquor and I reminisce, 'cause through the drama
I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I'm hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus

When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me

And even though I act crazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real

And I appreciate, how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

Everything will be alright if ya hold on
It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand you are appreciated

Lady, don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
And dear mama place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated, don't cha know we love ya?

Sweet lady, and dear mama
Dear mama, lady, lady, lady

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Dear Mama - Lyrics - Me Against The World - 2pac

Title: Dear Mama
Album: Me Against The World
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tony D Pizarro, Joe Sample, Charles Simmons, Joseph B Jefferson, Tupac Shakur, Bruce Hawes

Lyric:
You are appreciated

When I was a youngin' and ma mama had me
Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place

Suspended from school and scared to go home, I was a fool
With the big boys, breakin' all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids

And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama
When things went wrong we'd blame mama
I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell and high school elementary?

Hey, I see the penitentiary, one day
And runnin' from the police, that's right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside
And even as a crack theme, mama
You always was a black queen, mama

I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy
Tryin' to raise a man you always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
There's no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand you are appreciated

Lady, don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
Dear mama, place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated, don't cha know we love ya?

Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy 'cause the coward wasn't there
He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger
Wouldn't let me feel for a stranger

They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along
I was lookin' for a father he was gone
I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love

I moved out and started really hangin'
I needed money of my own so I started shaggin'
I ain't guilty 'cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good puttin' money in your mailbox

I love payin' rent when the rent's due
I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
'Cause when I was low you was there for me
And never left me alone because you cared for me

And I could see you comin' home after work late
You're in the kitchen tryin' to fix us a hot plate
Ya just workin' with the scraps you was given
And mama made miracles every thanksgivin'

But now the road got rough, here alone
You're tryin' to raise two bad kids on your own
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand you are appreciated

Lady, don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
And dear mama place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated, don't cha know we love ya?

Pour out some liquor and I reminisce, 'cause through the drama
I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I'm hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus

When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me

And even though I act crazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real

And I appreciate, how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

Everything will be alright if ya hold on
It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand you are appreciated

Lady, don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
And dear mama place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated, don't cha know we love ya?

Sweet lady, and dear mama
Dear mama, lady, lady, lady

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Hang Out And Hustle - Lyrics - Poverty's Paradise - Naughty By Nature

Title: Hang Out And Hustle
Album: Poverty's Paradise
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): James Brown, Vincent Brown, Anthony Criss, Keir Lamont Gist, Kevin Harold Mckenzie, Shawn Mckenzie, Paul Mitchell, Charles Emanuel Sherrell

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Lyric:
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

The C R U D D Y, the C L I C K
It's texture, pure terror, a street professorv
Aggressor, scale and measure
Clever compressor stretching salary stacks
Be running blocks as a factory structure

Capture the raw product I manufacture, fracture critic chatter
Nigga catcher as I blast a cop matter, capsule shatter
Scatter midnight disasters, clips I rather gather
Then flip for what I'm after

Now and forever, money makes things better
At a regular, gets me jewelry, bitches, bankcards, cars and competitors Proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya puzzled
See trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

Booda bop, boom, bam, bink, bick bow bookow
Ratatat, klack klick, klick kow, klick kow
Put brains with muscle, hear a crew of guys utilize they skills
Bang out, hang out, slang out, work and hustle

Flip techniques over boogie bangin' beats
A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in twenty separate suite
I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just like Chris Webber
A warrior from Golden State and I conjure up raps

I bet you don't know any they be hitting
Like that brick that smacked Reginald Denny
Collects cash n' checks on a jet to meet the next client
As I arrive at L.A.X.
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Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

I'm up early, so I catch my phlegm, spit, step
Then stash the stem, ten clips in ten shit bottles
Are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked wit protection
See X again, tools ta fry and unified like Mexicans

But if shit is slow in comin' a fiend, that's one thing
That's when you see twenty niggas running to one fiend
Yo, black tops, I got that yellow high for hours
Buy from me now or next time I swear I'll sell you flour

I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy, living fatty
Plus, I got a little man calling me daddy
My lady and little man, they need me and I need 'em
I gotta see 'em and please 'em but first of all, clothe and feed 'em

So we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time
And life while I'm in this game, I'm making sure
That mine is right from the beginning to the end
It's dividend to the end so I like to hang out and hustle wit my friends

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

Well, it's Friday night and the weekend's here
All that partying shit must take a seat to the rear
Instead of fuckin' wit those phony ghetto chicks
I'd rather be movin' my clips with my homies on the bricks

My fingers stay hard, my hands stay full of ash
My fingenails stay dirty that's from burying my stash.
Fiends are bummin', money's comin' to say the least
But I'm out there flippin' clips, feedin' the belly of the beast

It's first of the month, money's comin' all day, all night
And too many goin' for theirs, I'm cuttin' sales off with my bike
Now with my niggaz in session, we freestyle rhyme
Reminiscin', movin' that shit 20's of clips at a time

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

What the fuck are you gonna do, except hustle?

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Money - Lyrics - Everlast

Title: Money
Artist: Everlast
Composer(s): Glen Le Fleur,Russell Simmons, Jimmy Spicer, Mike Vernon, Pete Wingfield, Delisle Harper, Joe Jammen

Lyric:
Dollar, dollar bills
Dotes, marks, franks, yens and pounds
I rock the chopped up sounds from devinger dounds
Out the Ford Rover, up top in the boogie
I be loyal to my peps just like pooh to stud doogie
Never bearer bad news, paying crazy dues

I'm blowing out crews and taming mad shrews
Like Bill Shakespeare, the fakes will disappear
The flavor in your ear is strong like everclear
200 proofs will put the match to the roof
And set this bitch on fire, get rich to empire
About to strike back if you rock the mic whack
And that's the way it is 'cuz yo it's like that

Money, money y'all
It be the root of all evil
Money, money y'all
It makes you popular with people

I go back to the '80's like, "Three times a lady"
When it was pussy for free and crack for currency
It just occurred to me, it's time for surgery
I remove emcees like tumors
The lies and the rumors got me thinking of this dove

About time made social club
Yo, word to my mama, I'm high off the trauma
Whitey Ford gets deeper than a subway train
And I serve lazy fools like fast food chains
All pain no gain makes the brain insane
Life in the fast lane deflates the cash gain

Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all

Everlast, it takes money
(To get that fly ass hoe)
It takes money
(To see me rock a live show)
It takes money
(To get that last bag of smoke 'cuz [unverified])
Hey, I'm about to gee off just like my name was Edo
Black kids call me Whitey, Spanish kids Whito
White kids call me king of this B-boy thing

If it's broke than he fix it, if it's wack the mix it
Can't none of you emcees ever fuck with these
You be crazy on my dick like some porno chick
For the style that I'm blessing, ain't no second guessing
Can't heed the lesson, subtraction, addition
The war for submission, ain't no debate

Won't stop until I've eaten off a platinum plate
I want stocks and bonds, plus the real estate
I want the iron gates and low interest rates
Plus a fly little spot to bring all my dates
A little stash of cash to put inside the safe
When times get lean, y'all know what I mean

(Money, money y'all)
Some be calling it cream
(Money, money y'all)
Some be calling it feti
(Money, money y'all)
But once I get it I'm jeti

Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all

I want cash and checks, I want diamond rings
I want jewels on my neck and mad fly things
I want stacks of fat chips so I can take long trips
I want to sail the Bahamas on my own cruise ships
I want acres of land, I want papers in hand
I want stocks and bonds, all pros, no cons
Hey, if it smells funny then pack it up honey
I want the money y'all, I need the money y'all

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Money (Dollar Bill) - Lyrics - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues - Everlast

Title: Money (Dollar Bill)
Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues
Artist: Everlast
Composer(s): Glen Le Fleur,Russell Simmons, Jimmy Spicer, Mike Vernon, Pete Wingfield, Delisle Harper, Joe Jammen

Lyric:
Dollar, dollar bills
Dotes, marks, franks, yens and pounds
I rock the chopped up sounds from devinger dounds
Out the Ford Rover, up top in the boogie
I be loyal to my peps just like pooh to stud doogie
Never bearer bad news, paying crazy dues

I'm blowing out crews and taming mad shrews
Like Bill Shakespeare, the fakes will disappear
The flavor in your ear is strong like everclear
200 proofs will put the match to the roof
And set this bitch on fire, get rich to empire
About to strike back if you rock the mic whack
And that's the way it is 'cuz yo it's like that

Money, money y'all
It be the root of all evil
Money, money y'all
It makes you popular with people

I go back to the '80's like, "Three times a lady"
When it was pussy for free and crack for currency
It just occurred to me, it's time for surgery
I remove emcees like tumors
The lies and the rumors got me thinking of this dove

About time made social club
Yo, word to my mama, I'm high off the trauma
Whitey Ford gets deeper than a subway train
And I serve lazy fools like fast food chains
All pain no gain makes the brain insane
Life in the fast lane deflates the cash gain

Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all

Everlast, it takes money
(To get that fly ass hoe)
It takes money
(To see me rock a live show)
It takes money
(To get that last bag of smoke 'cuz [unverified])
Hey, I'm about to gee off just like my name was Edo
Black kids call me Whitey, Spanish kids Whito
White kids call me king of this B-boy thing

If it's broke than he fix it, if it's wack the mix it
Can't none of you emcees ever fuck with these
You be crazy on my dick like some porno chick
For the style that I'm blessing, ain't no second guessing
Can't heed the lesson, subtraction, addition
The war for submission, ain't no debate

Won't stop until I've eaten off a platinum plate
I want stocks and bonds, plus the real estate
I want the iron gates and low interest rates
Plus a fly little spot to bring all my dates
A little stash of cash to put inside the safe
When times get lean, y'all know what I mean

(Money, money y'all)
Some be calling it cream
(Money, money y'all)
Some be calling it feti
(Money, money y'all)
But once I get it I'm jeti

Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all

I want cash and checks, I want diamond rings
I want jewels on my neck and mad fly things
I want stacks of fat chips so I can take long trips
I want to sail the Bahamas on my own cruise ships
I want acres of land, I want papers in hand
I want stocks and bonds, all pros, no cons
Hey, if it smells funny then pack it up honey
I want the money y'all, I need the money y'all

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Girl I Need - Lyrics - Turning Point - Mario

Title: Girl I Need
Album: Turning Point
Artist: Mario
Composer(s): Derryck A. Thornton, Marley Sims, Bob Christianson, Harold Spencer Jr Lilly, Marley Simms, Bob Garrett

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Lyric:
I want a girl that can really blow my mind, I mean
An extraordinary one of a kind, I mean
A banging body like a CL5 double 'O' but that ain't all, oh no

I need a girl that's smart and really intelligent
A girl with heart, somebody who don't take no shit
And if you're out there make yourself known, I mean
Because I'm looking for somebody

Who gon' ride with me, die with me, cry with me
Live with me, who gon' go with me, till the end with me
That's the kinda girl that I need

She don't want my money, she just wants me only
And when I need loving she quick to put it on me
Mami's a soldier and a roller, I mean and that's just the girl I need

La dee dee, la dee dee dee, la dee day
If your out there girl on my way
La dee dee, la dee dee dee, la dee day
I'm find you one of these days

I want a girl that can hook up a shoe, I mean
A Gucci sandle or them Jimmy Choo's, I mean
She could find a pair of timbs or some
Air force ones and still look the bomb

I need a girl that's smart and really intelligent
A girl with heart somebody who don't take no shit
And if you're out there make yourself known, I mean
Because I'm looking for somebody

Who gon' ride with me, die with me, cry with me, oh yeah
Live with me, who gon' go with me, till the end with me
That's the kinda girl that I need

She don't want my money, she just wants me only
And I when I need loving, she quick to put it on me
Mami's a soldier and a roller I mean and that's just the girl I need

La dee dee, la dee dee dee, la dee day
If your out then girl I'm on my way
La dee dee, la dee dee dee, la dee day
I'm find you one of these days

I said I got, I got the material things
But that don't matter, I trade it all, if I can have her
Perfect girl in my life that will make it right

I need a girl with finess look, good in a dress to kiss and caress
I need a woman with less drama stress no fethumaness
I need a female who would know
What to do when the cops come through
Who if things get dim she'll put on her timbs and roll with the crew

I need a girl who smart who thinks
With her heart when things falling apart
I need a girl if I need a pint of blood she'll donate a quart
I need a lady who will trust me when I'm out at night
One who when it's my darkest hour shes my ray of light

She don't want my money, she just wants me only
And I when I need loving, she quick to put it on me
Mami's a soldier and a roller and that's just that girl I need

La dee dee, la dee dee dee, la dee day
If your out there girl I'm on my way
La dee dee, la dee dee dee, la dee day

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Monday, August 16, 2010

The Shaggy Show - Lyrics - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers - Insane Clown Posse

Title: The Shaggy Show
Album: The Amazing Jeckel Brothers
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark

Lyric:
From southwest Detroit
Deep within Zug Island's industrial waste depository
It's Shaggy time
Hey, how ya' doin' down there? On top, I see ya, alright

Waddup ya'll? Welcome to the show
I'm Shaggy like you don't fuckin' know
This is my sidekick, Fat Pat
He goes hahaha an' all of that, that's' right

Anyway, on my way here, I almost died
This bitch in front of me was like a 105
They worry about drunks an' late night truckers
Old ass bitches tryin' to kill mothafuckers

This lady's got her left blinker on for an hour or more
Then she makes a right into my side door
This comedy shit's gettin' old
The game is to be sold, not to be told

You can feel the excitement right?
Snoop Dogg is with us tonight
Haha, thats what I'm sayin'
On the Shaggy Show, shit we ain't playin'

An' that ain't it, also on the show
Another mothafucker that well, some of ya' know
You see him with me a lot, he's like a brother
Violent J's in this mothafucker

I like that kid, Violent J
"Hey Mike", "What's up?", "How ya' doin' today?
"Just great, Shaggs", well that's great
Now let's give a hand, to Mike E. Clark
An' that Gangsta Funk Band

We'll be right back with Violent J

Do your homies have money? Are you broke? Yeah
Do bitches look at you like some kind of joke? Straight up
There's nothin' you can do except get your P.H.D.
Playa Haters 'Degree? That's right, aww, hell, yeah

Player Haters' Academy located on Welfarm in Detroit
Offers the finest in Playerhation tactics
Yeah, that's right, such as 'The Bitch Hater'
Hey man, fuck that fine ass bitch or 'The Look Shooker'

Yo, bitch, I might be ugly, at least I ain't got no money
Or 'The Never Ending Shooting Star'
Just 'cuz he got a car, he wanna be drivin' that bitch
Get your P.H.D and join a nation of Playerhation, word up

Okay, my first guest, he's nutty as hell
He just served a half a year in the county jail
Now he's back, for now at least
Hey, Violent J's in this bitch ass piece

Waddup y'all? What's happenin'?
It's been 6 months an' my dick ain't havin' it
If I don't hurry up an' get me some ass
I might bust this nut on your TV glass

Anyway I'm workin' on my brand new shit
A brand new group with my homies, Twiztid
It's called Dark Lotus, should I play some for ya'll?
Yeah, hell, nah

Now I've been hearin' a little of this an' that
About you havin' some kind of a panic attack
Tell us, um, is it true?
An' when you have one, what the fuck do you do?

Well I'll be sittin' there, enjoyin' a coffee
An' then all of a sudden I'm like, "Get off me"
Then I start chokin' out pedestrians
Until they give me my shot of Calafalestrien

But that's all over now, it's all that
I'm a perfectly normal necrophiliac
Just don't test me or pull strings, forget it
I might grab your neck an' do bad things with it

Well on that note, thank you J, for real
What's up with poppin' one of them Selopian pills?
Take your ass back stage now an' relax
Snoop Dogg is comin' up next

Stay right here, we'll be right back

I like my chili hot, as a matter of fact
I like my chili so goddamn hot,
That you can cook a hog's ass in a spoonful

When a workin' man such as myself wants a little hot fixin'
I reach for that bottle of mamma's goddamn hot chili
Smooth tender chunks with chili beans
Filled with mamma's hot bastard bacon bits

And drizzled with just the right amount of thick savory sauce
Drippin' with noodle nuggets and Texas tough onions
Mmm mmm that's hot, goddamn hot
Ask for it by name

Thanks fellas, alright, yo, we're back
My next guest pioneered the sound of rap
He's come a long way from the L.B.C.
Please welcome Snoop D. O. double G.

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the big Dogg, yo, fuckin' wit the insane
Clowns, get down, nigga, I represent the town
Hey, yo, Violent J let's go half on this pound

I stay gangsta lay fine, I drop the bomb
They call me Snoop Dogg an' I can raise your arm
So any dipsy that disagree with me
Step up an' watch your mothafuckin' ass meet defeat

Snoop, now, you got platinum on your wall
Where all the fools starin' scratch their balls
They wanna be like you, they wanna try ta steal your flow
Now, yo, why is that so?

It's like everywhere I look an' everywhere I go
Some bitch ass nigga tryin' to steal my flow
But I don't pay 'em no attention, oh, should I mention
I'm all about the money an' riddin' in cars with suspension

Bouncin', makin' up corners, smokin' dope
Smokin' that weed, hangin' out with my lopes an' folks
Don't give a fuck about nothin' at all
That's why I'm known to the world
As big mothafuckin' Snoop Dogg, nigga

Snoop Dogg, everybody
Now we gotta bring a close to the party
Thanks, Violent J, my lope
An' thank you, Snoop, for that bag of smoke

Join us next time for the show
We'll have that one bitch from 'Letters To Cleo'
That's it for now, I'm out this bitch
Hey, yo, Gangsta Funk, show 'em how ya' got rich

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